one day at school

dammit in trouble again little bitch sitting next to me in class got me stirred up again with her rotten mouth i told her to shut her funking pie hole before i stuck my foot up her big fat asshole sideways.shit to loud the teacher heard me,"PETER" "yes sir" "get over hear" "yes sir" "peter i heard what you said and im not happy " "yes sir but" "no buts peter get yourself to the detention room and stay there the rest of the day till school's out" "yes sir" ah the detenion room a bleak almost windowless place no chair's nothing so you sit on the floor oh! fucking wonderfull. i sit on the floor and regard my predicament 3 fucking! hours in this place until the end of the school day. well at least i had the porno mag i got at lunch time well as long as i didn't get any company might even get in a good wank. well it's funny how thing's turn out because 10 minutes later i hear somone comming and no it's not me well not yet anyways, well well its the bitch and the poor girl she started a fight with. "hi sharon" "hello peter" "i see she had ago at you too" "yes" "looks like she's gonna have a nice black eye" "hope so" "shut up bitch" "well well it speeks" "prick" "cunt" well i look at my antagonist you know it acctually lokks pretty good big tit's for it's age she's only wearing a tshirt are those her nipple's oh damm and she's wearing a short shirt which has ridden up to her thighs her legs are great is that a hint of knicker i can see yess! god im turned on by this little cunt. "what are you looking at" "you for some reason" "oh!" shit why do always pick the hard one's then she totaly surprises me by opening her legs and displaying her panty covered pussy. "you like this" "errumm yes" "well well how about this " she then pulls her panties away from her pussy reveling her pussy with it's frame of black hair dammit im rubbing my cock through my shorts at this point. "well iv'e shown you mine i wanna see yours" i think oh fuckit why not "ok but come closer" she looks hard into my eyes she then sniles and starts moving closer she gets next to me and i pull my at this point my very hard cock out of my shorts. she completly surprises my by grabbing my cock and roughly stroking it "mmmmm nice" "you like" "yes"" "can i touch you" she doen't answer she just raleases my cock and grabs her panties an whips them of she grabs my hand and take's it to her pussy iv'e been here before with other girls and some women i stroke her clit she returns her hand cock her eye's shining with lust "mmmmmm feels good" her hips are moving to my hand this girl is hot i put my other hand up her top to feel her brests "push my bra up if you want" "yes i want" "ooh that feels nice" i push her bra and her tshirt up to reveal her breasts and i put my mouth on one and start sucking one the nipple . "stop" "oh" then she totaly surprises me and kisses me she's all tounge she pulls away a little "why all the crap if this is what you wanted" "im shy i didn't know how to approch you" "oh" "your not angry with me" "not a bit the only thing is you have got to learn how to stroke a cock" "oh sorry am i doing it wrong " "yes release the vice grip a bit and stroke" "like this" "yes thats good" we go on for awhile like this for awhile kissing and petting. "hey you two had better stop somone's comming" "shit" we rapidly make ourselfs look presentable the teacher sticks his head in the door and scans the room and leaves. my new sexy friend vicky say's "that was close" "yes but he wont come back now" "you sure" "yeah he only sticks his head in once" "good" "get on your hands and knees" "your not going to fuck me are you" "no not yet don't have any rubbers" "then what are you going to do to me" i at this point don't say a word i put my tounge on her pussy and begin to lick her running my tounge the full length of her pussy just pausing a little on her clit her breathing becomes rapid "imm cummmimg" "more?" "yes" i redouble my efforts licking her clit. "mmmmmmmmmmmmm yesssssss" she then turns and pushes me to the floor and sits on my face i return my tounge to her clit but the big surprise is when she take's my cock and puts it into her mouth and starts to suck on it. "where did you learn that" "seen my s****r do it to her boyfriend you like?" "hell yes don't stop" she starts pistoning my cock with her mouth i can feel the cum boiling in my cock she's starting to cum again too my wad blows into her mouth she doesn't move away she take's it all into her mouth. the bell rings to go home we tidy ourselfs quickly up before the teacher arrive's,i noticed sharon was pulling her knickers up looked like somone enjoyed the show.we get out of school as we are walking out "you comming to my place" "yes but we had better stop by the chemist" "why" "cause were gonna need some rubbers" "ah yes we are aren't we" "yes we are".

Zoe part one

so i haven't been out in a long time and this week i decided to go out to the local bar, it was mid week so nothing was exciting till i saw this girl standing at the bar, she was tall, long red hair bright blue eyes and had a tongue peirceing and lip peirceings. She was wearing a black t-shirt that looked like it should have been on a k** than her as it was that tight her tits wasn't huge but not small either, she also had on leggings and as she bent over you could just make out her thong, and wow what an ass small but perfect and that thong was right up her crack. So i went over to introduce myself and she stoped me before i could say hi, "dont i know you?" she asked, well i couldn't think i was standing there racking my brain to remember who she was, then she said " im zoe dans little s****r" what the hell are ya doing in this place ur not old enough surely? i asked her, she stepped closer and whispered in my ear " old enough to fuck tho" wow all the images of seeing her grow up came flooding back, sees gota be 18 or 19 now i thought to myself. any way after a few more drinks the chat got more flirty and touchy as the music was playing she would grind up against me, i havent had sex in a few months and was thinking shit if she keeps this up i am gonna blow my load right here, her ass was perfect she found my cock and wedged it right between each ass cheek as she was grinding on me, she must know i am getting hard? we went ouside to talk more and to get fresh air and then she said it "i am sooo horny i could suck your cock right here" fuck i thought shes not jokeing i stood up and grabbed her hand and pulled her round the back of the bar and pushed her up against the wall, she pulled me closer and planted her lips on mine, she was wearing cherry lip gloss and i could taste it as she pushed her tongue in my mouth gently toughing mine, i ran my hand down her body and found the waist band of her legging and slid my hand past it so now i could feel her skin, it was soo soft and silky i just had to have a feel of her pussy, my fingers now rubbing on her pussy it felt like heven so soft and smooth no hair at all, i could feel that she was wet.... very wet like if she just spat on her hand and rubed herself, just as i was teasing her with my finger tip he hands grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, we was still kissing only now instead of being tender it was more intense i pulled away and whispered in her ear " so how bad do u want me?" she replied sharply BAD!!!. she droped to her knees and unzipped my jeans and flashed me a cheeky grin as she found out i wasn't wearing any boxers, she pulled my cock out which was no throbbing it was that hard, she then placed her soft lips over the tip of my cock and sucked a little. Wow this was great so soft and gentle and every now and then her tongue would flick over the tip of my cock that would make my cock throb a little more in her mouth, she stoped and put my cock back in my jeans stood up and licked her lips and said "now i know you want me" and flashed me a little grin. she took my hand and we both started to walk away from the bar. to be continued :D

Sex with Therapist

I had been going to see this therapist for close to three years. She was about thirty years older than me, a MILF for sure. I had fantasized many times about fucking her in every position possible. One afternoon in session, we were discussing my virtually sexless relationship with my wife. As i expressed my frustration at what i felt was the lack of control over when i got to have sex given my wife was never in the mood, she said i did have control. I could masturbate. She parted her legs ever so slightly in her chair and I began to feel bl**d rushing to my cock as i tried to peer up her skirt. Fuck, not now, I thought. I tried to casually cover the edvidence of my arousal. "It's okay", she said, "it's perfectly natural". She glanced at the time and the soundproofed door. "Why don't you relax and just rub your penis through your jeans, for me. Just lightly caress yourself" My cock was getting so hard so quickly. I did as she instructed and watched as she reached to unbutton the top three buttons on her blouse. Her slender fingers slipped into her blouse and cupped her beautiful breast. Her legs parted more and she hiked up up skirt to reveal that she was not wearing any panties! Her natural bush was so different than my wife's shaved pussy but somehow it fit. I reached for my zipper and unfasted my jeans. "Pull them off but leave your underwear on", she instructed. My eight inch cock was throbbing against my tight boxers. I wet spot was forming where i leaked precum as i rubbed my shaft and balls through my underwear. Her slipped a finger up and down her slit, parting the folds of her pussy. "Now, take off your underwear and jerk your cock for me. I want you to take your fingers and stroke your head lightly, rubbing it in the palm of your hand before gripping your thick shaft and stroking it in long slow deep strokes. Imagine your cock fucking my hairy pussy". As I jerked for her she put her legs up on either arm of the chair. The folds of her cunt exposed as glistening as her fingers worked her clit and plunged into her hole. It was so hot to watch her fingers, one, two then three disappear into her hole. She pulled them out and I jerked so hard watching her gape. "Are you close?" she gasped. I was jerking my stiff cock like there was no tomorrow. "yes" i said. "I want you to cum on my hairy pussy" I walked over to her chair and blew a nice thick hot load on her dark brown bush. She rubbed it into her cunt and tasted some. "Ummmm, your hour is up, please see my receptionist to determine when you can cum again". I hope the next time I can taste her pussy.

kuwari chut‏

sab se pehle mai pane baary mai bata do mera naam sexy boy hai. Har jawaan dil ki khawaish hoti hai kaash mujhe koi kunwari choot mil jaay. Meri bhi yahi khwaish thi. Lekin mai hamesha khmosh hi rehta ho ziyada khuch bolta nahi ho. Lekin pichle 2 salo se mai badal gaya jab mai ghumne gaya apne mama ke yaha. Mere Uncle kanpur mai rehty hai. Waha Uncle ke paros mai 1 ladki rehti thi jiska naam tha babita uski umr kam se kam 20 saal ki rahi hogi uska fig. 30,26,28 raha hoga. Pehle bhi jab mai kabhi mama ke yaha jata tha to mai us ladki ki jawani dekhkar hamesha soch mai pad jata tha ki kash mujhe eski choot mil jaay phir. Lekin ab mai khud ko es layak samjhta tha ki mai ab ese pata sakta ho. Mai 1 din gharke gate per khada tha to babita bhi apne gate per thii vo mujhe dekh dekh kar kuch bol rahi thi or baar baar mujhe dekhke has rahi thi mai samjh gaya ke line de rahi hai. Mene tabhi ishare se poocha, kiya huaa, usne bhi ishare mai kaha kuch nahi, phir hum kafi der thak wahi gate per 1 2osare ko dekhty rahe, achanak usne mujhe 1 ishara kara jise dekhkar mai heraan ho gaya, unke ishare se mujhe oper chhat per aane ke liye kaha, mene socha aaj to munna teri zindagi ban gai,mai jaldi se oper gaya, waha vo mujhse pehle hi pahuch gai. Pehle to mai us se isharo mai baaty kar raha tha maga jab laga ki aas paas koi bhi nahi hai to mai uske ghar ki deewar kood kar uske ghar mai chala gaya, vo kuch ghabra rahi thi magar mai utawala tha aaj uske ghar mai koi bhi nahi tha bas uski dadi thi jo kabhi oper nahi aaty hamesha neeche hi rehti hai.Aaj babita ke ghar mai koi nahi tha oper bas 1 room tha jisme uske bhai or bhabi rehty hai, mai usse baat karta raha baat karte karte shaam se raat ho gaii, sab kuch itna jaldi jaldi ho raha tha ki mujhe bhi kuch samjh nahi aa raha tha ki kiya karu or kiya na karu. Kiuki moka esa mila tha ki aaj kisi kuwari choot ke mai maze le sakta tha to bas mai bechain tha ki jald se jald mujhe choot mile mai pehle to sharafat se bhari baaty karne laga phir mene use dekha vo baar baar apni akhe es taraha band kar rahi thi jese use use kisi cheez ki tadap ho shayd mere lund ki tadap, phir mene us se kuch alga kism ke baaty yani ke sex se related baaty karne laga vo bhi bare maze se mere baate sunne lagi, mai samjh gaya ki aaj to munna ki khwaish poori ho gai. Bas kuch deer baaty karty karte vo bhi khamosh ho gai or mai bhi phir mene usse poocha kiya huaa wo khamosh rahi phir mai uske kareeb gaya mene phir poocha kiya huaa. Vo phir kuch nahi boli meri himmat bani or mene uska chehre apne dono aatho se pakda ho uske lips ko choomne laga jesa men kabhi kisi movie mai dekha tha kiss karty hue wese hi mai uske kiss karne laga, vo to bas khamosh thi kuch bhi nahi kar rahi thi. Per mujhe uske khamoshi se hi pata chal gaya ki uski haaa hai, or mai phir uske chuchiyo ko dabane laga uske haah nikal rahi thi baar baar hmmmmmmmmm hhhhhhh ohhhh aaram se plz magar mai kaha rukne wala tha.Mai use uske bhai ke room mai le gaya waha jakar mene sab se pehle uske kapde utarna shuru kiye, uske chuchiya dekha kar to mere hosh hi gum hogay bahar se khuch or andar se kuch or mai to bas unhe dekhty hi paga ho gaya or zor zor se unhe dabane laga vo siskiya bharti rahi. Phir mene apne kapde utarna shuru kiye usne kaha nahi plz esa kuch mat karo mujhe jane do, magar mai samjh gaya ki ab ye nakhre kar rahi hai, per mai kaha rukta jese hi vo bolti mai uske lips ko choomne lagta phir vo josh mai aa jati to phir mai apna kaam shuru kar deta, phir jab mene apne kampde poori tarah utaar diye vo or mai ab bilkul nange the ekdosre ke samne, usne mera lund dekha sosochme pad gaii, kehne lagi oo daiyya itna bada lund hai aapka mai to mar hi jaaongi, mene kaha pehle pehle dard hoga lekin phir baad mai maza aane lagega tumhe, mera luna 9'' inch ka hai, phir mai uski choot mai pehle to ungali karne laga ki jisse ki vo garam ho jaay or lund magne lade. Achanak mene ungali karne ki raftaar kuch bada di vo bilkul bin pani ki machali ki taraha tadap rahi thi phir mene soch ki mera itna bada lund eski choot mai jayga kese phir achanak mere nazr paas mai rakhe hair oil per padi mene botal mai se oil liya or pehle to uski choot per lagaya or phir apne lund mai center se center milake pehle to maine halka sa jhatka mara to vo chilla uthi oiiiii maaa margai aaaaaaaa oooooooooo aram se plz mene ruk gay or phir uske lips ko choomne laga, kuch deer ruk kar phir se mene center se center milaya or phir se 1 jhatka diya kuch inch to andar khusa lekin use kafi dard ho raha tha maga, to mai wahi ruk gaya lund ko uski choot mai kuch deer ke liye rok diya kuch deer rukne ke baad mene phir se 1 jhatka diya kareeb 5 inch ab uske choot mai ghus gaya ab mujhse nahi ruka gaya or 1 zor ka dhakka diya vo zor se chillaii aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii mar gai maaaaaaaaaaaa ooooooooooo mardala aapne mene kaha abhi tumhe maza aane lagega phir kuch der mai use bhi maza ane laga lekin mera lund kuch ziyada hi bada tha to andar or bahar or dhakke marne mai dar badta jata tha. Lekin ab mai nahi ruk sakta tha mujhe kisi ki parwa nahi thi mai zor zor se dkhakke marne laga vo chillari rahi baar baar bolti rahi plz ruko mujhe dard ho raha hai plz ruko maga mai nahi ruka phir vo bhi khamosh ho gaii ab use bhi maza ane laga tha, or vo mujhe kamar utha utha ke reply bhi karne lagi vo poori tarha se mera lund le rahi thi mai apni pori taqat se dhakke mar raha tha bas vo to apne akhe band karke aaaaaah uhhhhhhhh ieeeeeee uffff kare ja rahi thi mai baar baar uske lips ke chumta rehta, uske lips kuch ziyada hi narm thy baar baar mai unke pepsi samjhkar peeta rehta tha bilkul laat thy lips mene choom choom ke surkh laaal kar diye.ab mene soch kiu na filmi andaaz mai eski choot mari jaay phir mene uske ghodi banaya or uski chooot mai peeche se apna 9" lamba land jab dala to bas uski haalat to esi hogai se abhi mar jaaygi kiu lund ka size kuch ziyada hi bada tha or uski kuwari choot thi to bardasht karna kuch ziyada mushkil tha, lekin bandi esi thi ab kuch bhi nahi bil rahi thi, mene usek ghodi ke pose mai uski kamar ko pakad ke dhakke dena shuru kiye zor or zor se dene laga uske kamar pe meri pakad kuch mast thi esliye dhakke dene mai kuch ziyada hi maza aa raha tha mai jab tak dhakke de taha tha mene socha ab kisi or pose mai choot mari jaay phir mai bed per let gaya or lunda ko seedha kiya or usse kaha ki ab tum mere lund per betho vo aaram aaram se uthi or jesa mene kaha tha wesa hi karne lagi. Mujhe pata tha es pose mai choot marne ka maza hi kuch or hoga es pose mai ladki ki jaan nikal jaati hai jab poora lund andar jata hai, pehle to vo mere lund per aaraam se beeth gai or mera poora lund andar le gai phir kuch deer ruki rahi phir achanak khud hi dhakke dene ladi mujhe or maza aane laga or mai neeche se bhi dhakke dene laga vo bhi dkakke de tahi thi or mai bhi, phir mujhe laga ki mai jhadne wala ho mene uski geeli choot mai or or or zor zor se dhakke dena shoru kar diy jese hi mai jhadne wala tha mene use pakad ke lita diya or uske oper chad ke beath gaya or uski choochiyo ke oper jhad diya, or thak ke usk barabar mai let gaya phir usne apne breast ko kapde se saaf kiya or mere hi barabar mai let gai. Hum 30 min tak aaraam se lete rahe phir mai utha or phir se uske lips ko chumne laga kafi der tak chumne ke baad mai hat gaya or phir mene kapde pehnne shuru kiye time kafi ho raha tha uske bhai bhi office se aane wali the es liye vo bhi jaldi se apne kapde pehnne lagi, or poochne ladi ki aap wapas kab jaa rahe hai, mene kaha 2 ya 4 baar ee maze lene ke baad hi ab jaaonga vo kene ladi pata nahi phir esa moka kab mile mene kaha kal phir jab tumhare bhaiyya office chale jaayngi tab... Vo kene ladi ok lekin 2 pm hi aana warna dadi shak sa ho jayga mene kaha no prob. Mene use 3 din roz choda vo bhi khushi khushi chudwati rahi mujhse. Ab kafi din se mama ke yaha nahi gaya ho. Lekin uske phone aate rehty hai, bulati rehti hai, to mene fesla kiya hai jaldi jaane ka, or jab mai waha se wapas aaonga to aap sab ko phir se apne new experience ke baary mai zaroor bataonga. Aap sabko ye kahani kesi lagi mujhe zaroor mail karna sexyboy27@live.in

s****r Lori Knows 2

It was a few weeks later that I had the chance to be alone with Lori again. She was not going out that night for some reason and Mom and Dad were going out and my other s****r at her friends for the evening. I played video games while Lori spent most of her time on the phone, in and out her room, playing music loudly. She was wearing her short denim skirt and tee shirt with her tits pushing hard against the thin fabric and her curly locks still damp from the shower she took only 15 minutes ago. I thought I heard the doorbell but I continued playing video games knowing it wasn’t for me, as I wasn’t expecting anyone. I heard her come pouncing down the stairs and some murmuring voices in the hall way. I put my game on pause and listened intently to see if I knew who it was. Nothing but silence. So I crept up the stairs and as I came around the corner to the hall facing the front door, I caught a glimpse of Lori’s boyfriend heading up the staircase. As I silently walked toward the doorway, I peeked up the stairs to see them turn and head towards Lori’s room. Now Lori wasn’t supposed to have any visitors, especially of the male variety while Mom and Dad were out and I knew she must have been up to no good. I contemplated running up and telling her she’s in trouble as I got a snack from the kitchen. But instead I decided on a little covert operation. So after I finished my devil dog and drank some milk from the container, I snuck up the stairs to find Lori’s door closed, but open just a crack. I grabbed my disc camera (those of you from this era know what that is!) from my bedside drawer and on my hands and knees crept slowly towards her room. I guess I wasn’t ready to see what I saw. I figured I would snap a few pics of her and her boyfriend so I had proof that she “broke the rules”. Once I peered into her room, the fading light from the dusk shone through her window shade, illuminating my s****r’s dark hairy pussy as she laid at the corner of her bed. Her legs stradled the bedpost at the foot of her bed, her little toes just barely touching the floor. Her ass looked like it would slide off the mattress if she wasn’t being held up by her boyfriends arms. He was positioning his cock at the entrance of her bushy zone as she leaned back on her elbows. His one hand under her right knee as he held his large cock in his left, fumbling for the waiting hole of my s****r. “Yes….yes…mmmm, that’s it….” I heard he whisper as he leaned in to push it in. He must not have had much lube because he looked like he was having a slow time of it. His panting gave away his excitement and he slowly sank upon her with his weight. “ Ahhhhhh, fuck yeah…..!” I heard him exclaim. His head now resting on her t-shirt tits, he began to move his hips as my s****r’s head falls back and she closes her eyes. She licks her lips and I see her push toward him in a slow bucking motion and the process begins. They both seem trance like and his ass is pumping back and forth now and Im truthfully in shock at what I am seeing. All I knew is a lot of kissing and rubbing went on but I never knew she was this active. His pants around his ankles and his shirt off, I watch as he gives my s****r a little fucking. My little cock is now hard and I begin to massage it through my shorts. Her tits are swaying in a circle motion under her tee and his pace picks up. His cock glistens with my s****r’s juices as my balls begin to ache. Suddenly, the ringing of our telephone breaks their trance and I they look towards the door. Not wanting to get busted, I scramble to my room and hide behind the bed. I hear pants being zipped up and my s****r running towards my parents room where the only phone on the second floor is kept. I look across over my bed and see my s****rs ass beneath her white and green t shirt with her back towards me while on the phone. She walks back to her room and tells Carl, her boyfriend, that was his mom and that she had lied and told her that he had stopped by but was on his way home. I hear him groan and try to encourage Lori to finish what they started but she shouted “No!” and pushed him down the stairs. “Besides, my b*****r is down in the basement and he doesn’t even know you are here! I don’t want to get bagged!” She walks him downstairs and I hear the door open and close and I felt safe now. But then my s****r began calling my name and walked to the basement door. I heard her go down and there was a few moments of silence. I realized that I might be in trouble, but I didn’t know what else to do, so I sat at my desk reading a comic book. She eventually came back up and saw me in my room. “Hey, how long you been up here ??” she says with a slight quiver in her voice. I turn around and smile and say “long enough.” I begin to laugh and she starts to turn red. “You little shit! You’ve been up here a while then?”, not wanting to come out and say it. “ If you mean long enough to know Carl was here….yeah….”, I said. It was just then that I realized I had been in such surprise that I never got to take any photos. But she didn’t know that. So I picked up my camera and held it for her to see. “ Mom and Dad will love the photos!” and I laughed again knowing she was beginning to get angry. “ No way! You didn’t!” she yells. “Give me that!” She starts to make her way toward me but I think quick and said, “Here you can have it. I hid the film.” She snags the camera and then looks at me, not bothering to see if I was telling the truth by opening the camera. I figured the jig is up when she comes to me and squats down in front of my chair and says in a soft voice, “ listen, that’s what teenagers do, that was private between me and Carl and you can’t go telling anyone. Anyone!”. I just sit and smile nervously because I’m starting to feel sorry for her. And to tell the truth I enjoyed what I saw. She touches my leg and says “ remember, I didn’t tell anyone about you rubbing your little cock on my foot while I was sl**ping, right ?” She pauses. “So this is no different, we have to stick up for each other.” Now I see that we are on the same playing field and I begin to feel powerless, but horny. I figured if she was willing to play with me last time, perhaps I have her vulnerable again. Little did I know, she was still suffering from the being a horny teenager who just had to cut short her joyride. “ Ok, no problem, but uhh….do u think we can do that foot thing again ?” I say to her, waiting her reply. She simply looks at me and smirks as if she is contemplating telling me to get lost. “ You know what ? I have a better idea…” she says and grabs a hold of my waistband of my shorts. She kinda of caught me by surprise but I let her take charge and lifted my ass so she could slide my shorts down. She reaches over to tocuh my cock and glides her finger with read nail polish up and down my shaft. She looks up at me and smiles and he pretty lips and teeth shine in my bedroom lighting. Her hand makes a circle with her thumb and forefinger and begins to slide up and down my shaft, sending sensations down my spine. I grip the chair arms as she leans down and teases the tip of my cock with her tounge, encircling the head slowly and with such grace. Her head moves down now as she engulfs my little penis in her mouth, her lips slowly sliding down my short staff. “Ohhh fuck ! “ I moan under my breath as I have never felt this way before and certainly never had a mouth wrapped around my pud. She shifts her weight and now gets on her knees and begins to suck and pull with her mouthm swirling her tounge around my cock. Her other hand reaches over and plays with my sac, jiggling the balls as she twirls forever on my boyhood. Her head bobbing, I lean back and watch the show as I feel the urge to shoot my wad into my s****r’s waiting mouth. The noises of slurping and sucking excite me as she throws me a look every once in a while to see how Im doing. She begins to jerk my cock while she blows me and this hastens my eruption. Im getting close and I am not sure what she is going to have me do when she whispers between licks, “ Are you close?” and I hoarsely say “uh huh….” And she sits back on her heels and whips off her shirt to expose her beautiful Ds. Her nipples like pink lemonade, so milky and firm, she pushes them together and says “cum on my tits!” She reaches up to my cock and leans in and pumps me using the saliva from her hot and intense blow job and I am in awe. The burning springs from my boy cock and shoots a lava of semen onto her chest, spurt after spurt, making rivulets to her cleavage. She moans and says “ooooo.. yeah….mmmm….yeah….i like that…” and continues to jerk and squeeze every ounce of my cream onto her heaving bosoms. I sit and pants as she squeezes the last drop onto her person. She stands up and says “ now…..you have to do ME a favor…..”

grand daughter, me and not her mom

Thank god for VIAGRA. This past week with Lisa my 22 year old grand daughter and keeping my old cock hard for her fun has been really fantastic. Sitting here naked with my sweet sexy granddaughter right next to me and her fingers playing with my cock and balls while watching Mary my 45 year old neighbor finger fucking her own very wet pussy beats the hell out of watching the storm move across the gulf. Hearing Lisa telling Mary how many fingers she can use or hearing Lisa tell Mary to spank that pussy has my cock hard. The best thing is Lisa is calling Mary "MOMMY"...Lisa will ask Mary questions but Mary can not just say yes or no. Lisa will ask things like "DOES MOMMY WANNA LICK MY PUSSY" and Mary has to answer "OH YES BABY MOMMY WANTS TO EAT HER LITTLE GIRLS PUSSY"..Lisa would ask her does she wanna let her daddy fuck her wet cunt. Hearing Mary answer while looking at me " YES I WANT MY DADDY TO FUCK MY CUNT SO HARD". Then when Lisa looks at me with her fingers rubbing my balls "DOES GRAND DADDY WANNA FUCK MY MOMMY". I knew she was really talking about me fucking her real mommy (my daughter). YES BABY I WANNA FUCK YOUR MOMMY HARD IN HER CUNT AND HER MOUTH. "I WANNA FUCK YOUR SWEET PUSSY WHILE YOUR MOMMY LICKS MY COCK AND YOUR CLIT". With a sneaky grin lisa gives my balls a soft pull and knowing that I have thought about fucking my very own daughter, Her mom. Lisa tells Mary to crawl over and lick her dads cock. Watching Mary pull her fingersd from her pussy as she moves down to the floor and hearing Lisa yell at her for pulling her fingers out of her cunt. "keep your fingers in your cunt mommy while you crawl over here. Mary moves between my legs and I watch her tongue lick over my cock head. Lisa looking down at her "MOMMY WANNA SUCK HER DADS COCK". There is Mary on her knees licking my cock, fingering her cunt hard and Lisa telling her NOT TO CUM and now looking at me "YES I WANNA SUCK DADDY, i WANNA SUCK MY DADDYS COCK". Mary licking my shaft and my cock head Lisa looks at me "YOU WANT MOMMY TO SUCK YOUR COCK GRAND DADDY". Looking from Lisa to Mary, I answer "I want your mommy licking my cock and balls while your mommy watches my cock fucking your sweet young pussy. Lisa slids over me with her tight ass toward me and I hold her ass as she slips my cock inside her hot wet cunt. Leaning back against me I look down her young body as I move my hips and feel my cock move deeper into her pussy. I feel her cunt juice covering my cock and running down over my balls. Lisa tells her mommy to lick my cock and balls. Mary leans down and her tongue licks the under side of my cock and across my balls as Lisa moves her hips and my cock pumps her young pussy. I slid my hands around Lisa and cup her tiny soft firm tits and begin pulling at her nipples as Mary licks faster at my cock and balls. Tell me grand daddy, "OH BABY I LOVE YOUR YOUNG SWEET WET PUSSY AND YOUR TINY TITS" "I LOVE YOUR MOMMY DOWN THERE LICKING YOUR CUNT JUICE OFF MY COCK" "I WANNA FUCK YOUR MOMMY". "I WANT YOUR MOMMY TO SUCK MY COCK AND SWALLOW MY CUM"."I WANNA FUCK YOUR MOMS CUNT, I WANNA FUCK HER MOUTH, I WANNA FUCK HER ASS, I WANNA FUCK HER WHILE YOUR MOMMY TONGUE FUCKS YOUR PUSSY"..I can feel Lisa as her pussy tightens while I keep telling her what i wanna do to her mom till her pussy tightens and pushes my cock from her cunt. My cock head rubbing her clit and Lisa moans out so loud as I feel her juice splash my cock. I hold my cock tight to her clit as Lisa cums over snd over. I watch as Mary licks faster to keep up with Lisa cumming. Lisa slids beside me trying to catch her breath and looking down at Mary licking at my cum covered cock. "MOMMY LIKES MY PUSSY CUM". Mary begs to cum as she looks at Lisa " MOMMY LOVES YOUR PUSSY CUM AND WANTS TO CUM ALSO". You want your daddy to fuck your nasty old cunt. "YES I WANT DADDY TO PUT HIS DADDY COCK IN MY NASTY OLD CUNT AND FUCK HIS DAUGHTER" I kneel behind Mary and my cock slids deep in her pussy. Looking down I let my cock slid out of her pussy before I slam my cock right back inside her cunt. Her pussy is so open from her fingering it that my cock fucks in and out so easy. Looking at Lisa I tell her that her mommy has a big old pussy and not tight like her sweet young pussy. Lisa Moves around so now Mary is looking right at Lisa's pussy. "MOMMY WANNA LICK HER LITTLE GIRLS PUSSY" and I watch Lisa as her hands move down to her pussy and opens her pussy up. So fucking pink and wet and I can see her hard little clit still swollen. I fuck Mary harder in her big pussy as Mary begins to beg Lisa to let her eat her pussy. Lisa looks at Mary "YOU WANT TO EAT MY PUSSY THEN YOU HAVE TO TELL YOUR DADDY TO FUCK YOUR ASS" Now I am thinking her ass has to be tighter than her cunt. Mary wants to eat Lisa so bad that she would do anything to be able to lick that young pussy. "DADDY FUCK MY ASS PLEASE..FUCK MY ASS HARD PLEASE..SPANK ME DADDY WHILE YOU FUCK MY ASS PLEASE"...Pulling her cheeks wide, I watch as my wet cock leaves her open pussy and I press the tip to that tiny tight little ass hole. Pushing forward and pushing my cock deep into her ass I hear Mary moaning as my cock slids deep into her ass. I slap at her ass cheeks as I begin fucking her tight ass. Lisa pulls Mary down to her pussy. "EAT ME MOMMY..EAT YOUR LITTLE GIRLS PUSSY..MAKE ME CUM MOMMY". I could feel my cum building up as I spanked Mary and fucked her ass all the while hearing Lisa telling Mary what to do. Lisa telling Mary to eat her pussy while Mary had to rub and finger her own pussy while I fucked her ass. Mary was fighting not to cum and even with my cock in her ass I could feel her pussy tighten up and I knew she was holding back the orgasm. I looked at Lisa and asked if her Mommy could cum while my cock was in her ass. Lisa waited like forever before she finally told Mary.."DOES MOMMY WANNA CUM". I began fucking Mary even harder in her ass and my hands hurt from spanking her ass but I spanked her harder. Mary moves just a little from Lisa's pussy "PLEASE PLEASE LET YOUR MOMMY CUM...PLEASE LET MOMMY".. I felt Mary begin rubbing her clit even harder and knew she was gonna cum even if Lisa said No. Lisa reached behind Mary's head and pulled her mouth even tighter to her pussy. Watching Lisa fucking her pussy to Mary's mouth "CUM MOMMY CUM MOMMY NOW"..Mary fingering hard on her clit and my cock fucking faster in her ass. Mary begsn to scream over and over into Lisa's pussy. "OHHHHHHH MOMMY IS CUMMING OHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSS MOMMY IS CUMMING". I held her ass cheeks in my hands and my cock deep in her ass just holding on while Mary kept cumming. Looking at Lisa and telling her I was so close to cumming. Lisa tells me to cum but not in her mommy's ass but in her moms mouth. Pulling my cock from Mary's ass and walking to where Mary's face was still between Lisa's thighs. Lisa tells Mary "SUCK YOUR DADS COCK AND SWALLOW YOUR DADS CUM". The tought of my cock just being taken from her ass and now her mouth is open for my cock was fucking hot. Looking down at Mary "DADDY WANTS TO FUCK HIS DAUGHTERS MOUTH..I WANNA CUM IN MY DAUGHTERS CUM HUNGRY MOUTH"...Mary began sucking my cock as I fucked her mouth hard. I fucked her mouth like I was fucking her cunt snd ass. Pushing my cock deep and feeling her lips sucking and her tongue licking. My cock so fucking hard I feel my balls tighten and I hold Marys head. Pulling her mouth down and holding her there as I began cumming deep inside her mouth. Suck it, suck it harder, swallow my cum, swallow your daddys cum. I could feel Marys lips sucking and her tongue movin when she would swallow my cum. Mary sucked till my cock began to soften, sucking ever drop of my cum before I slid down next to my sweet little grand daughter. Looking up at Lisa I slid down between her thighs. "GRAND DADDY WANTS TO HAVE SOME PUSSY CUM FROM HIS HOT YOUNG LITTLE GRAND DAUGHTER". Nothing better than eating your grand daughters cunt and sucking her pussy juice while her moms is on the floor sucking my soft cock. I wander if I could fuck my real daughter...HELL YES...IF I CAN FUCK MY GRAND DAUGHTER I KNOW I WOULD FUCK MY DAUGHTER

My Best Friends Sister pt 2

A year had passed since I have gone camping with John and his s****r Chelsea, I had returned to my usual day of work ever week. As I sat at my desk doing usual forms as always the phone on my desk began to ring. I looked at my watch, “hmmm it’s only 10 am” I sighed and grabbed the phone, “Jason Finch.” To my surprise the voice on the other end wasn’t my boss getting ready to nag me to do something ASAP, the voice was John. “Jason? It’s been a couple of months since you and I had talked… I know you’re busy and all with work, I just wanted to see if you’d be free for a drink tonight?” I replied, “Sure I can meet you at 6 or 7 ish?” “That sounds great, I’ll meet you at thirsties around 6:30 ish.” I put the phone back down on the receiver and when back to my paper work. After work I head back to my apartment to change out of my work clothes and changed into something more appropriate for a sports bar. After walking through the front door of the sports bar, I saw John sitting in a booth in the back next to the bar. I walked over and John stood up him and I shook hands and sat back down. “So what’s up?” “Oh same old same, hey do you remember the camping trip that you, my s****r Chelsea and I took last year?” “Yeah, I remember it, why?” “Well we plan on taking the same trip this year around the same time; I wanted to know whether or not if you wanted to go?” “Yeah, I’d love to go, that was a lot of fun and a new experience for me.” John and I bullshitted for a while as him and I eat and had a beer. “Remember to be at my house at 4:30 in the morning sharp so we can hit the road, I’ll have the truck packed the night before so just bring clothes and what not.” said John, I nodded and shook his hand before getting into my car. As I drove home I thought about the last camping trip I had taken with John and Chelsea, “Man that was an awesome trip.” I arrived home and went straight to bed since it was a work night, the next morning all I could think about was tomorrow and how I would be able to see Chelsea again. Thinking about her made it hard to focus on my work, the second that I was done with all the papers and faxes I bolted out the door and ran down to my car to go home. Once I got home I started packing my bag, stuffing it with clothes and grabbed a big box of condoms “this time I’m going to be prepared.” I threw my bag next to my front door so I wouldn’t forget it and relaxed the rest of the day and went to bed early, since I had to get up at 3 in the morning. When my alarm went of I turned it of and felt wide awake and sat up in my bed, I stoked my hard cock “just wait you might have some fun tonight my friend.” I stood up and walked to my bathroom to take a quick warm shower before hitting the road. I stepped out of my shower I dried off and got dressed neatly tucking my dick to the right side of my briefs, put on my warmest cold weather pants I had, put on a long sleeve shirt and put on my coat. I grabbed my back while walking out the front door, as I headed towards Johns place. As I pulled into the left side of John drive way I saw John strapping down the camping supplies. “Hey John.” “Ah there’s my main man, I could use your help strapping this stuff down. If you could go to the other side of the truck and strap that side down for me, Oh I almost forgot to tell you we’re staying out there longer this time about two or three days give or take, I hope that’s alright?” “Yeah that’s fine man; I don’t have to work again until next Thursday so I am just enjoying my time off.” Chelsea came walking out of the house, “Jason!” as she game me a hug, “It’s been a while since I have seen you.” John chimed in, “Alright we’re all set and ready to go, oh Jason I almost forgot to tell you that you and Chelsea are going to be sharing a tent this time, I had to lend the tent you used last time to a friend of mine. I know what your thinking why your s****r and not you? Well I figure you wouldn’t want to share a tent with someone that moves and thrashes in his sl**p.” “That sounds good to me; the last thing I want is to take an elbow in the eye or temple.” John chuckled. John, Chelsea and I climbed into the truck, about 30-45 minutes on the road we had stopped at a truck stop to eat and have some coffee. As the trip went one I had fallen a sl**p and the next thing I know John had splashed a little water on my face. “Morning sunshine, you fell asl**p. C’mon I could use your help unpacking the truck.” After unpacking the truck Chelsea walked up to me with a fishing pole, “ready to go fishing? Have to find our meal for tonight.” “Is John coming?” He shook his head and smiled, “No John is going to set up the rest of the camp and by the time you and I get back the fire will be hot enough to cook.” As Chelsea and I walked for about 20 minutes we had found a good quiet spot to set up our fishing poles. Chelsea and I sat down and cast our lines into the water, it was quiet for about 20 minutes before Chelsea broke the silence, “it’s a little cold don’t you think?” I looked at her to see her nipples hard through her hoodie, “Yeah it’s uh…. A little cold…. Not to bad.” She glanced at me and saw that I was looking at her chest; I quickly looked away and blushed a little. A big smile went across her face, “Like what you see Jason?” I sat there for a second trying to think of something to say, “Sorry.” “Don’t be, I actually like the attention that you are giving me… you see I don’t get a lot of attention, so I take all I can get.” “You know what would be good right now, Jason?” I looked at her in curiosity, “What’d that be?” She smiled and licked her limps a little, “A nice cock in my mouth.” I could feel what felt like a shock of electricity run through me. In a shaky voice I managed to say, “oh yeah?” as I readjusted the way I was sitting, Chelsea stood up casually walked over to me and kissed my cheek then whispered, “Your cock would stuff my mouth perfectly. She slowly lowered her self to her knees sliding her left hand down my chest and the other up and down my thigh; I leaned back a little bit moving my hips forward. Chelsea smiled and she unbuttoned my pants, she reached in pants and pulled out my soft circumcised dick. “You have a sexy cock, Jason.” she stroked it with her right hand; I smiled a little bit thinking to my self why I wants hard already. Chelsea licked my cock from the bottom of the base to the tip of my cock, I sighed a little bit as I slumped a little bit. “MMM… I see you like that, I bet you like what I’m about to do even more.” She slid my limp cock into her mouth, I could feel the bl**d rushing into my dick as she tightened and loosened her lips. I put my head back and moved my hips forward again; Chelsea started to massage my entire cock with her tongue. I let out a little grunt causing her to bob her head up and down faster while moving her left hand around my shaft in a twisting motion. She lifts her head away and squeezes my cock making the precum rise to the top of my cock, with out hesitation Chelsea licked the precum away and moaned liked her lips and smiled, “I love precum.” “You like your cock being sucked?” I smirked a little “this is the second time I’ve had my dick sucked, both of which were by you.” Chelsea lowered her head again and continued sucking my dick this time a little fast than before, I started to move my hips up and down slowly and grabbed the back of her head. She took her hands and put them behind her back to tell me I had full control over her. As I fucked her mouth Chelsea moaned in pleasure, I turned her head to the side and continued fucking her mouth seeing my cock poke her cheek making a lump were my head touched. I reached down and pinched, twisted and pulled her right nipple causing her to have deep moans. I looked down to see she had her hand down her pants sliding it up and down over her clit, I slapped her ass were her right jean pocket was. Chelsea jolted forward as I slapped her ass again and straitened her head; I grabbed her hair silky black hair on the back of her head forcing my cock down her throat causing her to gag just a little. I pulled her head away seeing long strands of drool from her mouth connecting to my cock, “I’ve never had anyone fuck my mouth before.” Chelsea had commented. “I’m about to come soon.” I had said in reply, “I want your cum in my mouth.” Chelsea put her mouth back on my cock and started to deep throat me, I moaned in pleaser. I could feel my balls start to tighten up and a sensation coming on. “I’M GOING TO CUM!” Chelsea moved her mouth to the tip of my dick and put her left hand around my shaft, sliding her hand up and down really fast. “FUCK UGH!” as I orgasamed Chelsea sucked on my dick head hard, giving me the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had. Chelsea raised her head looked and me and opened her mouth, to my surprise she swallowed my huge load of cum. “That was tasty.” as she went back to sucking my cock and squeezing it making sure all of my cum is out of my dick. Chelsea stood up and kissed my cheek, “wait till tonight; I’m going to put a sl**ping pill in Johns food so he will sl**p deeply tonight.” She smiled, I put my dick away and sipped and buttoned my pants. Chelsea and I grabbed our poles and continued fishing, about an hour and a half later Chelsea and I had caught about 8 medium fish and headed back to camp so John and I could clean them. As Chelsea and I arrived back at camp John had just finished sterilizing the cast-iron, “Hey looks like you two found some fish.” “Yeah it took longer than we expected, but nonetheless we found some.” Chelsea had replied. After John and I had cleaned the fish it was time for John to start cooking, “Hey John I’m going to go and grab the cooler.” I had said, “Sure things, I forgot that was still in the back of the truck.” replied John. The three of us had dinner and a few beers, John started to yawn and looked at his watch, “Man why am I so sl**py? It’s only going on 9.” Chelsea and I glanced at one another, “well I guess I’ll turn in for the night, you to make sure that you stay warm its going to be cold tonight.” John walked to his tent. “I didn’t think you’d actually do It.” looking at Chelsea, she smiled and grabbed my hand leading me to our tent. Chelsea zipped up the tent flap and took her hoodie, shirt and bra off exposing her huge boobs; she crawled over on her hands and knees and kissed me while taking off my shirt. Sliding my hand down the back of her pants to feel her ass; while she unbuttoned my pants without separating our lip lock. Chelsea leaned back and sat on her heels pulling my pants and briefs completely off, she arched her back and kissed me before sucking my dick erect again. I leaned back on my forearms and closed my eyes feeling how good her hot mouth felt around my cock, “My turn.” I said sitting up and laying her down on the sl**ping bags we had completely unzipped. I sucked, nibbled and twisted her nipples on her huge boobs listening to her sigh is ecstasy. I kissed and sucked her neck and moved father down kissing every inch of her until I got to her pants, I unbuttoned them and pulled her pants and panties off reveling her freshly shaved pussy. I grabbed her leg and kissed her from her toes down her leg and bit the inner part of her thigh causing her to grip the pillows behind her head, I moved my mouth to her pussy kissing her smooth lips before parting them. I took my right hand and put it on her left boob and squeezed it as I started eating, licking and sucking her pussy, causing her to have goose bumps all over her body. “OH MY GOD JASON, YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!” Chelsea grabbed the back of my head and pushed her hips up and moved them in a circle, I could taste the bitter sweetness of her cum on my tongue which made my dick even harder. I sat up sitting on my heels and pulled Chelsea a little closer, I grabbed my dick and rubbed the tip against up and down her clit before sliding balls deep inside of her super tight hot pussy. I started to thrust watching her boobs sway like the waves at the beach, listening to here moans getting louder. The faster I started to fuck the more it sounded like she had the hiccups; I leaned on her putting full body weight on top of her. Chelsea put her right hand on the back of my head as I kissed and sucked her neck, while placing her left hand on my lower back to feel my hips curl in with each thrust. “OH MY GOD I’M CUMMING UGH!” she screamed as I pounded harder into her pussy. “Oh your pussy feels so fucking good.” I said to her in her ear thrusting deeper in side of her feeling her pussy walls tighten up. At that moment I wanted her, not just now but forever…. I felt as if I needed her body like I needed food. Chelsea curled her legs around my thighs causing me to slide even deeper into her pussy so I could feel her cervix kissing the tip of my dick. “OH BABAY…. UGH I’M CUMMING AGAIN, OH GOD RIGHT THERE DON’T STOP DON’T STOP UGH.” I could feel her cum spray all over my dick in a warm shot, that turned me on so much that I almost cam inside of her pussy. I pulled out of her and shot my huge load of hot cum all over her hitting under her chin with the first stream and the rest leaving lines and puddles. “WOW that was amazing Jason You had me at multiple orgasms which I have never had before, I can barely think straight.” Chelsea said in winded breaths. I looked at her and kissed her, “I had to pull out I was about to cum inside of you, and I know that you’re not on birth control.” “I loved the come shower, you marked your territory on me…. Now I’m your sex slave.” I grabbed a washcloth that I had brought for shaving and wiped my cum off of her stomach while she wiped the rest up with her hand and put it in her mouth. After her and I cleaned up we cuddled under the two sl**ping bags, “same time tomorrow?” “MMM maybe not the same time, I’m out of sl**ping aids so I can’t knock John out. But yes tomorrow we’ll definitely do it again. Next time cum where ever you please, my body is yours.” I smiled, “I like it when you suck my cum right out of my dick.” “Then that’s what we’ll do for now on after sex.” She kissed me and rolled over grabbing my hand and putting it around her causing my limp dick to press against her warm ass.

Giving her control: be careful what you wish for

INTRODUCTION: I couldn't think of a good title for this story. But really, the story itself is the most important thing. This is a piece of unfinished business, so to speak, that was terminated abruptly by the decision of a certain lady to stop camming here. This is how I fantasize about the ending to our little game. -------------- "I know how long you've been waiting for this," said Claudia. "The night of you orgasm is finally here. Please come in." These were the words he craved. For three long, agonizing weeks he had denied himself orgasm, had sacrificed his own release in order to please his angel. Tonight would be his reward. He would offer her that bubbling, churning orgasm; she would make him scream as he exploded at her touch--most certainly more than once. She would drain him until he was spent and shaking. He had never before sacrificed an orgasm to her, and he could not wait until she tore it from him, like a lioness devouring her prey. He watched her from behind as she led the way inside her apartment. She was always beautiful, but tonight she was especially stunning. Her hair was loose and free, she was wearing a white silk blouse with a black blazer, and a long black skirt. She wore elegant peep-toe flats and sheer black silk stockings. The contrast of her luminous porcelain skin against the black fabric was mesmerizing. Once inside, she took off her glasses, turned to him and reached up, placed her arms around his shoulders, clasped her hands behind his neck, and pulled his face close to hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and caressed the small of her back. He swelled, aching, his body surging. She had taunted him for weeks, exciting him, edging him. She bit her lip, then whispered, "Thank you for dinner. It's time for dessert now." They both giggled; she leaned in an pressed her mouth against his ear. "Say it," she whispered. "You know what I need to hear." He trembled. "Please goddess," he said. "Please accept my offering. Please take my orgasm for your amusement." She pulled back and locked eyes with him. "Yes, my sir," she said. She was his exquisite submissive, and he had taken her on erotic journeys she had never imagined. Lately, however, Claudia had expressed an interest in sensual domination. He wanted her to experience all the aspects of erotica, to explore all her fantasies to the fullest. He was strong, and had expected he might enjoy the challenge of prolonged orgasm denial. She was curious about orgasm denial from the dominant side, so he let her explore that fantasy. He had certainly denied and controlled many of her orgasms already. Her pleas for mercy and frantic begging for release had been like a symphony to his ears. Without further words, she began to unbutton his shirt. He stopped her hand and said, "Here? We're in the living room." She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Have you given yourself to me or not?" she said sharply. "If so, then I will do what I wish to you. I will have you naked. Right here, right now. Or would you rather wait another week?" He was stunned at her aggressiveness, but he liked it all the same. "Yes, goddess," he replied. She undressed him rather quickly, then stepped back to admire her work. "Clasp your hands behind your back," she said. He felt somewhat vulnerable, but he enjoyed watching her take control of the situation. His erection was standing out, bobbing in the open air. She grabbed him by the tip. "Come along, little boy," she said playfully, and he happily scuffled after her, being led along like his shaft was a leash, all the while keeping his hands behind his back. Once in the bedroom, she had him stand there with his hands remaining behind his back, while she walked over to the picture window curtains. "I have a surprise for you," she said, and pulled the draw strings. As the curtains opened, he saw in front of the window a large, black St. Andrew's cross. He blinked in disbelief. She had gone a bit too far with this fantasy, he thought. "Look what I bought," she said with enthusiasm. "That's where you are going to be while I take your orgasm from you." Her window glass was frosted, and the curtain liners were behind the cross, so no one could see inside. He had hoped this would be a fast and ferocious sexual experience, with him releasing his stored energy over and over until he was spent and fulfilled. Well then, if she wanted to do it while he was restrained, so much more the fun, he supposed. She walked back to him and caressed his chest with the backs of her fingers. "Are you ready, my plaything?" she cooed. He was ready; his erection pulsed and tingled and he was on the verge of a spontaneous orgasm. He let her take him by the hand and lead him to the cross. "Turn around," she said, "and prepare to be restrained." TO BE CONTINUED...

vacation 19

We decided to go SNUBA diving for our last full day in the Keys and it worked out brilliantly. Everyone loved it as much as I had hoped and it looked like we now have a new f****y activity. Once again though it ended in a very full day and it was late when we got back to our rooms. We hadn’t had many opportunities to ‘flirt’ during the day. You had made sure that I got a couple of glimpses of your nipples by pulling your bathing suit aside when nobody was looking our way, but mostly we were busy with k** type things. It was only when I was unpacking that I found the package that Wendy had given me that morning. Was it really only that morning? We had certainly been leading exciting lives lately! Anyway, I unwrapped the plain paper wrapping and found a quick note from Cynthia “to remember us by” and then her email address. Inside were the two DVDs that we had ‘watched’ with them (or at least the first scene in each one), the butt plug and the anal beads that we had ‘borrowed’ that evening. Once you came back from hanging up our damp towels and bathing suits you asked what I had so I showed you and your face lit up. “You would think that I may have had enough for one day, but I HAVEN’T!” you said. You immediately took the mostly girl DVD from my hands and plugged into our DVD player. We got out of our clothes and were laying on the bed by the time the slumber party scene was starting. I hit the chapter advance button and was rewarded with the beginning of the scene that we had just glimpsed on the boat. I hit pause and got the lube from the side table. I lubed up the balls and then moved between your legs. I couldn’t resist the opportunity, so instead of just relying on the lube I laid down on my stomach so that I could get to you asshole with my tongue. I took my time licking and flicking around the rim of your puckered hole before I even began to gently nudge the middle with my stiffened tongue. I almost forgot what I was doing but in the end remembered, so one by one I pushed the balls out of sight up your bottom. When I came up for air you had the butt plug already lubed and waiting and said “my turn”. You made me get on my hands and knees while you licked all up and down the crack of my ass before finally centering your efforts on my hole. Only after what seemed like a very long and very enjoyable time did I feel the hard plastic of the plug insistently push into my backside. Then, I went and opened up a bottle of wine that we had picked up for no particular reason and poured us each a generous glass before settling in for some fun. “OK” I said. “Ground rules. You can play with your tits, or your ass or my ass. Likewise, I can play with my ass, your ass or your tits – but not pussy or pecker for at least two full scenes or two full glasses of wine - each!” You thought about things for a minute, leaned over and sucked my cock for about ten seconds and then said “OK”, and only then did I hit play again. It was hard to tell what was going on at first. It was a big boat and there seemed to be a small group of five or six people on deck, the guys in bathing suits the girls topless. There were also a few people below deck. Because this movie was all in German it was hard to pick up the plot and there was lots of talking. It became apparent that a couple of girls that were below decks had to use the bathroom but that there was some problem with it so eventually the three girls below decks came up on deck and talked to the group there. Bit by bit it came together. The two guys were crew for the boat and the girls were passengers. The guys were laughing at the girls’ distress and I got the distinct impression that they had planned it, but of course, not speaking German I couldn’t be sure. Then, as only happens in porn movies all the girls got naked and moved to the side of the anchored boat spread their legs, used their hands to pull their pussies wide open, and then they all began to pee over the side. The guys moved to watch, rubbing their cocks through their bathing suits in appreciation of the spectacle when the girls all turned to pee on the guys – from head to foot. Before we new it the girls had the guys at the rail with a couple holding each guys cock as he peed over the side too. I glanced over at you and saw you tugging on your nipples but you were being a good girl and not touching your pussy. I too was having a tough time not play with my flagpole that was sticking straight up, but I did nudge my butt plug a few times. As the guys were finishing the girls began to suck on the two available cocks. As they ran out of pee their cocks hardened quickly. It turned out that one threesome ended up with a girl on her back, the guy 69ing on top of her and the other girl paying as much attention to his ass as you just had to mine a few minutes before. The other threesome had the guy sitting on the cockpit coaming while the two girls with him were on their hands and knees, taking turns sucking his cock or his balls. The cameraman graciously spent lots of time showing us their nicely spread pussies just in case we wanted to see them. I was only halfway through my first glass of wine when you filled yours right to the brim for the second time. I asked “in a hurry?” Your response was merely to point to my throbbing cock while you took another big sip. The four remaining girls in the movie had moved back below decks and were in a square shape, each with their faces buried between the legs of the next girl. I hadn’t really thought about that before but it looked like fun for all! Back on deck, the one threesome were still in there 69, although the girls had traded places but the other fellow was on his back with one girl sitting on his face kissing the other girl who was riding his cock. We got some really nice close ups of the various action. One girl’s pussy was particularly wet and the squishy noises it was making were making my cock twitch sympathetically and my hand inch closer and closer towards it. The casting person had done a really nice job of mixing bald, trimmed and furry pussies as well as tits of all sizes and shapes, not to mention one short but fat cock and one much longer but significantly thinner one. I looked back over at you and your free hand was getting very close you pussy as I was wishing that you would break the rules to play with my waving cock. Just then there was a knock at the door. Not from the k**’s room, but from outside. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself as I went to the door to see who it was. I only had it opened a crack when Wendy pushed the door wide open and came in followed by two Martha’s and another guy. Everyone that came in had something in their hands, but mostly it was bottles of champagne or glasses. You peeked out of the bathroom from where you were hiding and were mortified to see that nobody had had a chance to turn off the tv and the scene was now on deck with the two guys laying side by side on their backs, with two girls leaning back on top of them getting ass fucked while the remaining two girls looked on while playing with themselves. The two Martha’s looked at each other and in unison said “oh goody!”. Wendy looked back and forth between the two of us and said “I think that further introductions are in order. You already know Martha. This is her husband Tony, and this other women is her twin s****r Margaret, or Maggy, who is also the chef here” A lightbulb went on over my head. “When you said something about an arrangement with the Chef . . .” One of the Marthas, the real once I guess, smiled and said “yes dear, sometimes we don’t even tell him which one of us he’s got and we make him guess. He isn’t very good at it” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Now” said Maggy, or was it Martha. “What are you dear people watching?”. Just then the scene shifted back below decks to where the girls in the square were fisting each other. I pretty much confirmed that the trend in these films was that they all contained peeing and fisting . . . amongst all the plain old fashioned sex. Maggy and Martha began to talk about the finer points of what was going on onscreen as they were both apparently old hands at it. Meanwhile Tony and Wendy had gotten naked and filled their glasses where Wendy immediately knelt in front of me and started to suck my throbbing cock while Tony moved to hurry the s****rs’ undressing. While Wendy sucked my cock I leaned over and began to lick your extremely juicy pussy while intermittently pulling out and pushing in the first ball on the string in your ass. The twins were truly identical, all the way from the color and trimming of their silver bushes to the way their cunt lips lay splayed open and inviting to the size and shape of their tits. The only thing that I could see different was that one of them had a mole right beside her right nipple and the other one didn’t. Of course that wouldn’t help tell them apart when they had clothes on. The ladies gracefully first sat on the bed and then lay back and turned to kiss each other while Tony moved between them. He spotted some of our lube that we had recently used on our anal toys and poured some on each silver mound before slowly but deliberately pushing one hand into each s****r. The s****rs seemed to really enjoy our video, oohing and ahhing at a close up of the girl with the exceptionally wet cunt as she frigged herself to an orgasm and squirted all over the place for a few moments. The girl that had been playing with herself right next door moved in right away to lick the wet girl’s soaked slit. When the scene moved back below the girls had finally broken from their square and were in pairs, but they were still all combining licking with fisting. Our s****rs got up on their elbows while using one hand each to rub each other’s clits while Tony continued to fist them. They had obviously been doing this for a very long time. I overheard one of the ladies say “I haven’t seen this one before. We will have to add it to our collection” As much fun as it was to lick your pussy while Wendy was enthusiastically sucking my cock I needed to feel my cock in a cunt – preferably yours. As much fun as all this fucking was what I was really beginning to crave was you! Not just because you had the tightest cunt, best feeling pussy because you did or the most skill, because you had that too, but because despite the intense physical pleasure with all these other girls, between you and I it was still about love in addition to you being the best fuck on the planet! I carefully pushed Wendy off my cock and moved between your legs and began to fuck you missionary position, becoming more and more oblivious to all the action around us. As much as I knew that you liked the face to face closeness of missionary I also knew how much your liked the feeling of your G spot being stimulated so I moved your legs to my shoulders and began to fuck faster and faster. I barely noticed the hand reach between us to rub your clit, or the other hand that somehow got hold of the plug that was still in my butt. When I started to cum Wendy pulled the plug out of my ass and she sped up her fingers on your clit and while pulling the beads from your ass so that you began to cum too, milking my spurting cock with your pulsing cunt. When I finally looked around me Tony and the s****rs had stopped everything that they had been doing to watch us and they began to lightly applaud with big smiles on their faces. I rolled off you and Maggy moved to suck my rapidly flagging cock while Martha moved to lick my cum from your gaping pussy. Meahwhile Tony was fucking Wendy doggy style so that they could watch the s****rs work on us. I was a lost cause and my cock wouldn’t come back to life despite a very concerted effort but you began to moan again very quickly as our silver haired friend lapped my still oozing cum from your slit. Tony must have been pretty close, because he moved over to you. I think that he was looking to cum in the mouth of the woman that was licking you, but you beat her to the cock, and by the time that you had your lips wrapped around it, he was clearly coming. Wendy seemed pissed off that Tony had left her alone but Maggy was able to use the butt plug from my ass as a dildo on her to get the young girl off very quickly. It was strange but very sexy and erotic to see the large difference in ages still being able to give each other such tremendous pleasure. You and I were in a sexually induced stupor as our guests packed up their things and quietly left our room. We barely had the energy to crawl under the covers before we fell asl**p in each other’s arms.

MELAINE IS POUNDED PART 3

Melanie was smiling. Well, that was part of the dance, you have to look like you're enjoying it. And she was! She was getting the biggest turn-on seeing the avid gleam in Lee's eyes as he watched her move. Gingersnap was starting to take over. Her natural instinct to tease and flaunt her charms when performing was asserting itself and without even thinking about it or making the choice, Melanie began tugging at her clothing, first by taking the long strands from the knot of her kimono belt in hand and miming as though she were going to loosen it. She then reached down to where the skirts of her kimono covered her hot pants, and started sliding them upwards, pulling them up to reveal her snug pants. And then, with an emphasis on her patented hip grind, she began to run her hands seductively over her hips and belly. Slowly she turned round again, dancing slowly, sexily, and gently running her hands over her round ass, cupping her cheeks and lifting each in turn for her son's benefit. Lee couldn't help but admire the soft flesh she was presenting for him, even through her hot pants. As she came round to face him again, she had brought her hands round to her front again, sliding them down to suggestively cup her crotch. Running a fingertip up the zipper of her pants the little coquette began to toy with the snap. With a small pout she danced forward, closer to Lee whose eyes couldn't leave the sight of her teasing play at the snap holding her pants together. He watched with a hope that was rewarded as she slowly worked the snap free and began to ease the zipper open. She was taking her pants off for him. This was more then Lee could have hoped for, and he rewarded her with a surge in his cock. It was beginning to stir and Melanie felt a thrill of success at the sight. This is what she did for a living. She made men's cocks hard and they paid her for it. What kind of a reward could she hope for here? Perhaps, yes, perhaps the sight of her own son's cock rising to salute her. She teased the zipper down, her hips weaving. Did he want more? She wagged a finger "no" at him, and then raised it to her lips thoughtfully. Well, perhaps... Still dancing, she ran her finger down into her pants to her sweet pussy., and then began to slowly work the hot pants off. This was all part of the tease, after all she still had her panties on underneath, but she could get him to thinking about the possibilities, and that was all a key part of the game. Anticipation. She wiggled the pants down her legs, bending forward in the process so her boobs could swing forward as well, straining the fabric of her kimono for her man's delight. She was a bare three feet from Lee when she stepped out of her hot pants and tossed them on the bed as a trubute to his now clearly swelling cock. She was wearing only her panties and kimono now, and twirled back in a pirouette to consider what should come next. Her natural inclination was to undo the kimono, show off the boobies. That's what her show was about. And yet, that seemed too explicit. With the bottom of her kimono covering her hips, ass and the sweet spot, she could enhance the tease by taking her panties off and showing the prize... without really showing it. It seemed like a Gypsy Rose Lee kind of thing to do and before she knew it she found herself doing hip thrusts at Lee and sliding her panties slowly down in imitation of the hot pants. As her panties slipped to the floor and she stepped out she felt a thrill of excitement at what she had done. She was dancing pantieless in front of her son! She had only the bottom of her kimono barely covering her modesty. Lee was aware of this too and clearly felt the same thrill as his cock stiffened enough to point not quite upwards in a full erection, but half hard and directly at her. In a moment of inspiration, Melanie bent forward to pick her panties from off the floor, displaying ever more cleavage as her kimono was gradually loosening itself from the pressure her big jugs were putting it under. She swayed in close to Lee and in a moment of inspiration dragged her panties lightly across his cock and then left them dr**ed there. She smiled up at him, her eyes glowing, "Don't let it fall." She whispered. Lee was a sight. He had remained on his knees on the bed, his boxers shorts around his thighs, his mother's panties dr**ed across his rampant cock. Melanie wove around her son's bed, hips swaying, breasts moving in ever growing agitation. Her dance was g becoming more frenetic as the music reached a climax. She raised her arms in the air, snapping her fingers again, which pulled the kimono up slightly revealing just a glimpse of her sex. Lee kept his eyes glued on her and could not miss this glimpsed of paradise she offered him. As the song came to an end, Melanie kept on dancing, very close to Lee now and running her fingers lightly over his chest, and slowly, provocatively, down his belly to where his rapidly engorging cock was rising to meet her. Another song came on, this one was at a faster tempo and Melanie began to move faster in response, pulling at the front of her kimono, tugging at it and slowly pulling it apart, revealing, ever more of her quivering bosom. Smiling in front of her son she gradually opened the garment, slithering it off her shoulders and down to rest just covering her huge jugs. She clutched it there with her right hand and left it there for a moment and moved closer to Lee, dancing only a few inches before him. His now rock hard cock was almost brushing her skin. She reached down to take his hand and pulled it up to replace her own holding her kimono close.. The invitation was clear. It was up to him to decide to finish undressing her. Lee reached a full hard erection holding his mother's kimono closed, his fist buried between her twin mountains of soft flesh. Her boobs swayed back and forth pressing in on his fist from the left and then from the right. She reached for his other hand to pull it up between her tits holding her kimono closed. His two big fists were now pressed firmly into her boobs. The backs of his hands spread her cleavage apart. It felt so good that Melanie moaned. She took his wrists into her small hands and pulled his fists apart to drive them more deeply into her tit-flesh. As she did so the folds of her kimono came apart, more fully exposing her boobs. She pulled his fists over her nipples, using his knuckles to deepen the massage over their most sensitive parts. She was so deep there. The tit-flesh could go on forever. Lee dropped the cloth of the kimono and all pretense was over. Her took his mother's boobs into his big hands and began to fondle them greedily. Melanie wiggled her arms out of the kimono sleeves so that it could fall around her hips, held only in place by the ever loosening silk tie. It was now the only bit of clothing she had to protect the modesty of her pussy. Her boobs were now proudly out and she put her arms around his neck and continued the slow dance that ground her big tits into his hands more fully. His hands explored them thoroughly, digging in, lifting, squeezing, feeling there heft and softness. They came so close that she felt his big cock throbbing and bumping against her belly. It excited her and turned her on even more when she heard Lee gasp at the first contact. He was so horny, and his mother's skin felt so soft against his over-heated meat. The silk panties remained dr**ed over him, and as Melanie pulled him closer, they became trapped between his cock and his taut torso even as he felt the full sensitive length of the underside of his cock sliding deliciously up against his mother's warm belly. She lifted her head to him, her moist lips parted, her eyes closed and she took his mouth in a deep kiss. Her lips were so full and soft, her tongue darted into his mouth teasingly and her breasts continued to fill his hands. She ran her hands down over his muscular arms, down all the way to his as which she grasped firmly and pulled closer. She broke of their long kiss to whisper to him. "You like mommie's dance?" There was no answer but heavy breathing and a deeper squeeze on her tits. That was response enough. "You like mommie's big tits?" A groan and another hard squeeze. "Mommie got them just for you." Lee went at them with a vengeance now, vigorously squeezing and mauling Melanie's melons. She was panting now, too, and whispered again. "You like rubbing your big dick against mommie's tummy?" She cupped and lifted his ass, forcing a long close stroke. Lee moaned. "Rub it on me, baby. Mommie likes it." That got a deep growl from her son who began to blatantly hump his mother. She put her arms around her son's neck again and whispered. "Cum for me, baby. Mommie needs you to cum." And with that she put her lips to his again, and kissed him ferociously, luring his tongue into her mouth. It didn't take long. Lee pounded Melanie, invading her mouth, manhandling her boobs and pumping himself shamelessly against her belly. In less then a minute she felt the hot stream of his cum spurting up between their bodies, coating her belly and up into her cleavage. He continued pumping against her as she stooped enough to get his cock between her boobs. His hardness hadn't diminished much, and slick with his cum, he easily stroked between her boobs, titty-fucking his own mother for a dozen strokes, until she continued to slid down until she came to the head of his cock and sweetly kissed it. Then she kissed it again, giving it a lick, and placing her mouth directly over the top, she enveloped the big plum head of his wonderful man-root. Lee stared down in amazement at the tosseled red-headed woman worshiping his cock. His mother sucked his dick for a moment more and with a smacking sound looked up into his eyes and smiled. Chapter 10: When Lee woke the next morning with his boxers still wrapped around his thighs, he looked and saw that once again he had slept with his own mother. Lying on her stomach, she was all but nude, her kimono having twisted and bunched itself up around her waist (somehow it had remained tied throughout the night), thus exposing her excellent ass to his appreciative gaze. He gave her left cheek a little slap. "Asshole," came a muffled voice from Melanie's pillow. "You mean right here?" He grinned and slid his hand deftly into the cleavage and down between her legs. Melanie started and turned instantly for a swipe at his hand. "Hey!" she snapped. "Knock it off. Don't go digging around down there." Now Lee had a good look at all of his mother's goodies. Her big boobs lolled towards the bed sheets, her belly flexed under a layer of fat, and her pussy was uncovered for the first time Lee could remember. His cock noticed it as well. He dropped down beside her and put an arm around her body, pulling her to him. She didn't resist. "You are a great dancer," he said and smiled at her. "You don't do all of that at the club, though. Do you?" "Oh god, no. That was a special command performance." "Time for another." She felt his cock beginning to take up space between them. "Oh god, I don't know Lee. We can't just..." "Sure we can, Ma." "No, I..." "Listen, Ma. I've decided. I want to go to art school. I want to, and only you can get me there. Eric and Haley, they're just a distraction. It's not going to work the way they have in mind. I've got to go to school and get better, or I'm just going to be a porno artist. That's not what I want." Melanie's heart swelled at what he was telling her, that her dream was his dream. "You can do it, Lee." "Not without you, Ma." He pulled her closer, mashing her breasts against him, his cock now a hot poker against her belly. She found herself reaching her arms up around his neck to embrace him. "I'll drift without you, Ma. I need you in everything. I need your drive, Ma. Just us, you and me." "Anything," she whispered as she moved against him. He ran his hand down her side, over her hip to cup a buttock. She lifted a thigh up over his leg and shifted her body upwards, bringing her hungry sex closer to the meal it needed. She buried her face in his shoulder. "God I'm so horny." "Me too, Ma. You make me horny, too." He moved against her, dragging his stiff cock slowly down to her cleft. Melanie whimpered at the first contact. As he pulled his long dick slowly past her swollen clit, her breathing became ragged and urgent. As he rolled her onto her back, her legs parted and when his big knob nestled against her drooling nether lips, she clutched at his back to draw him closer. "Don't leave me." Her voice was trembling with desire and anticipation. "I'm right where I want to be." And with that he thrust firmly into her ravenous cunt. It parted easily, her vaginal lips opening to engulf him. Big as he was, harder then he had ever been with another, he split her wide but met no resistance. He slipped right down her slick wet tunnel of love, his shaft filling her perfectly. Melanie was panting now. "Give it to me, I want it all!... God... dammit... I've been so empty for so long... Fill me up... you're...you're... filling me up.. stuffing me... fucking me!" "I love you, Ma!" he cried as he bottomed out, grinding against her clit. "Then fuck me... fuck mommie.. . fuck your mommie... I need it, baby, I need my baby's big dick." Lee began long-stroking her, pulling out teasingly, and then filling her again, so deliciously. He felt his balls filling up, loading up with his thick cum. He thought about how he was loading up his shaft, filling it to capacity, filling it with his sperm as he drove in and out of his mother. "God I've wanted your cock, I've wanted your cock... just like this, just like this, baby." She was bucking in rhythm with him now, rising to meet his every thrust, thrilling at the massive quantity of meat he was stuffing her with. Her boobs bounced frantically with each powerful stroke. Waves rippled through the pliant mounds. Lee was pounding her now, fucking her hard, filling his cock with a load for his mother. But not yet, not yet, he didn't want this to end too soon. At that point Melanie had her first orgasm. It was a long and drawn out affair. Lee realized it when she stopped speaking and her panting became faster, more frenetic, and then louder. Melanie had never been a screamer, but in the excitement of her son fucking her, fucking her for the first time... in her heart Melanie knew that this was only the first time... she let loose in a low wail and that rose in pitch and volumn as she grabbed him close and pounded on her son's back. Lee just kept on banging her, which was exactly what she needed and she simply clung to him and shuddered as the tide of sensations swept through her. But Lee was not finished with her yet. His cock was filling. It occurred to him that she was actually already filled with his cum, only it was just still inside of his cock, but his cock was inside of her, inside his of mother who welcomed it...needed it. Needed him, just as he needed her. He just had to relax a bit and let it flow into her, but not yet! Melanie was building to another climax and Lee focused his efforts on making her cum again. This one was sharper, higher pitched, leaving her a short little panting shrieks as an audible response to what her son was doing to her. Her next orgasm followed immediately on the second. She was shaking now, barely in control of her arms and legs as she spasmed in her third delight. "S-stop... stop it... aaaaeeeeiii!" Lee had no intention of stopping yet and in the next minute he pounded three more shattering climaxes into his mother's responsive body. "Baby... baby...baby..." It was all she could whimper, but it satisfied Lee like no other endearment could and finally, with all intention and deliberation, he came in his mother. He let his cock open up, and the hot roiling mess of his ejaculate spilled from the pipe he had driven into his mother's willing cunt. It churned forth, thick and frothy to thoroughly paint the walls of his new home. "Yes... yes... yes..." She moaned contentedly. She was deeply satisfied, at peace and in no hurry for Lee to leave her. He continued to pump her now, for quite some time really, as neither was ready for their time to be over, and when he finally, slowly pulled out of her she could only slowly exhale. Lee had churned their combined juices into a single buttery paste. They were truly united now. They rested against each other for a few minutes, their hearts still racing. Then Melanie began to move against him, sliding down his body until she brought her tongue to his still half-hard cock. She began to clean him. It was her old training asserting itself. Not the Gingersnap persona. No, this was an older persona. This was the slut training she had received from Leon Pounder Sr. who had been the one to teach her to suck cock, especially to clean her man after sex using her own mouth. This was the only way she knew how to have sex, the only way to make love. She nibbled at the big plum head, still glistening with their love juice. She took it in, and then out, to work her way down the shaft, which was beginning to stiffen again. This only gave Melanie more work to do, but it was work she loved, slurping every square centimeter of her son's big cock. For his part, Lee was surprised and delighted. He rolled slowly onto his back, as his mother continued to suckle his meat. Melanie climbed on top, her big tits resting heavily on Lee's belly. He never wanted them to leave. As she positioned herself over his mouth, straddling him, he realized what she was offering; for that was the other part of her training, making of her sated and overflowing pussy a chalice for him to drink. As Lee dined on the delicate flowering lips of her sex, and lapped nectar at the bud of her swollen clit, he felt gratitude that his own cock would make a feast for his mother. He was gratified that she was so greedy with it. And they nourished each other in hope and desire as the opening of a new day claimed them.

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i really was surprised at your reaction. are you really that high strung? you didn't mind doing it to girls yourself. remember that one in germany? how did we end up at that stage anyway? no girls around to play with? you weren't even that wasted really so don't use that one. you were the one who started it, you practically begged for the hand job. and i pretty much remember you pleading for me to suck it, just a little bit... then off course it was a lot. and yes, pushing my head down is annoying. but you sure relaxed after you came. so you should have, there was loads. then we took some more hits. i was pretty stoned, always horns me too. stripping of was refreshing, in that heat, loved gettin my cock out. you liked looking at it didn't you, and you couldn't wait to stroke it. you didn't blame me when i started fingering you, in fact you wringled on it. then to be honest, you just closed your eyes and let me play there, you said nothing when i lay you on your chest. you shuddered when i kissed you there, and it wasn't just from fright. and you lay very still when i walked to get the nivea from my dresser... though you did flinch as i pushed my covered finger into your anus. not when the second went in, nor when i twisted them. it really is impressive how you stay so passive. i asked you if you were ready. what did you say? 'mmmmpppphhhh'? and lets face when i began to penetrate you, you did move to ease my cock inside you, couldn't a done that without you Rob! and fuck you were soooo tight! you almost snapped my foreskin off! wait a minute, was it the verbals that embarrassed you? you certainly went red when i called you a hot fucking bitch, you squeezed my cock then. did you realise? that got me so hard, there was not retreat then. did i really shout 'i love fucking your arse'? i think i did. oh and how i came, hot seed pumping through me into you. ramrod straight. i emptied and held you there, feeling the last drops seep out. still you said nothing, even when i pulled out and went to wash myself. when i got back you were gone. you didn't speak to me for days. so i know you feel ashamed about it, and i know you don't want me to tell. but i can't be fucked with that, i've got a hard on and want you over here now. You'll be here in half an hour. You always are.

MOONSHINE

It was one of those hot, muggy nights that seemed to make even breathing a chore. The crickets were playing their little violins and the katydids were joining in in full f***e. I was lying in my bed trying to sl**p, hoping that the occasional flicker of lightning off in the distance might indicate that we were going to get some rain to cool us off later in the night. Our motel, "The Straight Flush" was filled, so Mom had turned on the "NO VACANCY" sign out front. The door between my room and the motel office was slightly ajar so I could hear the mumble of the TV and could see the dim flicker of the whitish glow that filled the darkened office. Mom was obviously watching TV. We weren't rich and only owned the one TV, but it didn't really matter as we could only get two channels on it and ninety-nine percent of the shows didn't interest me anyhow. It was around ten o'clock and it felt like it was still around ninety degrees outside. I was naked and my pajamas were lying in a wadded up heap on the floor beside my bed. It was just too damned hot to wear them. I was wondering if I would ever be able to leave Deer Valley and find a life of my own. I'm eighteen and I'd made it through the eighth grade before I had to quit school to help Mom run the Straight Flush. High school, much less college didn't seem to be on my radar scope, so I went along doing what I could to help Mom and I get along. My Pa was never around to help out with anything. He'd always been a bit of a drifter, a gambler, and a general ne'er-do-well. Amazingly, he'd won the motel in a poker game up in Atlanta, back in the day, but he would avoid anything that remotely resembled work, so that left running the motel up to Mom and me. I was pretty good with my hands and did ninety percent of the maintenance and helped out Mom with the linen, room cleaning and just about anything else that came along. Now it was rumored that Pa wasn't exactly monogamous. Monogamous? Yeah, I know, that's a pretty big word for a guy with an eighth-grade education, but I'd decided that if I couldn't go to school, I could improve myself on my own. Every night I'd take my dictionary and look up twenty words I'd heard and didn't know the meaning of and commit them to my vocabulary. Oh, yeah, monogamous? It means like the practice of having a sexual relationship with only one partner. Now Mom seemed to know about Pa's wayward ways, because I'd hear them arguing about it sometimes, but every time I came around they'd stop arguing and start talking about something else. I couldn't for the life of me see what Mom saw in Pa and I don't know why she put up with it all. Now the Straight wasn't any Holiday Inn, but Mom and I kept the place clean and in good repair. The motel was out on Highway 371 on the edge of Deer Valley and had ten units in it. We rarely received a complaint and most of the little cards the guests filled out after they stayed gave us an above average rating. Mom and I were able to eke out a living of sorts. There always seemed to be just enough money to get by on, but it seemed liked every time Mom was able to put a little aside for a rainy day, Dad would show up and we'd be back right where we started as he would take the money and head off on some new get-rich quick scheme he'd come up with. Now Mom weren't no Marilyn Monroe, but she was pretty. Maybe she was a little wide across the stern, and had a bit of a paunch, but it didn't take away from her other good looks. At thirty-eight, if there was any flaw in Mom's personality maybe it was her vanity for her big breasts. I don't even know that you could even call it a flaw, but she did seem to go out of her way to show them off. Not that I'm complaining now. She'd wear low cut blouses, tight sweaters, even go braless on occasion which just wasn't heard of in our neck of the woods. Her obvious vanity wasn't lost on Dad either. Hell, maybe that's why he'd married her as he was always gawking at them and groping them when he didn't think I was watching. On one of his infrequent visits, Pa had had a couple of glasses of moonshine and we were just finishing up supper. Mom was wearing one of her lowest-cut blouses and the majority of her big, creamy-white tits were on display as usual. I found myself sneaking a peak at them every time I saw no one was watching me. Now I don't think of myself as a pervert or anything, but hell, they were tits! And they were hanging out right in front of me. What was I supposed to do? "Look at all that baby fat," I heard my Pa tipsily snicker as he stared at Mom's boobs. "Clarence Hatfield, you watch your tongue. Not in front of Zeke," she huffed, shuffling over to the sink with her hands full of dishes. "Baby Fat, get it, Boy," Pa guffawed. " Baby . . . fat." No, I didn't get it, but I guess that he was insinuating some kind of connection between babies, tits, and fat. Mom sure didn't think it was funny and was back across the room almost before the words were out of his mouth. Her arm flew back and she slapped him on the cheek so hard his head went flying back. I was stunned. I'd never seen my mother retaliate to any of Dad's crude, coarse language or jokes and Lord knows there was plenty of opportunities for that. Angrily shoving his chair back, Dad flew out of it with his hand fisted and arm drawn back threateningly. "You didn't have no cause to go and do that—" he snarled and I could see the muscles in his arm tightening in preparation to swing. Reaching over, I grasped hold of his wrist to stop the swing. Now maybe I didn't have any gym to work out in, but I'd made me a set of weights out of cement and pipes and I worked out in the shed out back where we kept all the motel cleaning supplies and stuff. I worked out every day for as long as I could and even if I had to say so myself, I was pretty bulked out. The moonshine had apparently loosened Pa's tongue and he didn't seem to care what he said as he turned and glared at me. "You in cahoots with her now?" he barked, trying to jerk his arm away from my hand, but I was too strong for him and held on. "Just shut up, Clarence—" Mom scowled, taking a step back away from him just in case. "I get it now," he snorted, straining to pull his arm away from my clutching hand. "You and him, huh? The two of you have something going on, don't you? Hell, I shoulda seen it, the way you're fawning all over him all of the time." "Are you crazy?" Mom shouted, drawing her arm back for another swing. "He's our son!" Realizing that the situation was rapidly spiraling out of control, I stepped in between them and spun Dad around until he was facing the door. "Dad, why don't you just disappear for a while," I told him, giving him a little shove toward the door. "You know, until things cool down a little." "Yeah, get out of here—I don't want to see any more of your ugly face tonight," Mom added from behind me. "Shit, I'm outta here. I can see when I'm not wanted," Dad growled, taking a step toward the door. "Probably want me outta here so you two can crawl in bed and fuck, don't you?" "Clarence, I'm gonna kill you—" Mother screamed out at him as she started around me to get at him. "Fuck you—and you, too—" Dad yelled back at us as I threw out my arm to stop Mom while he jerked the door open and stepped outside, slamming it behind him. As I flung my arm out, luck or fortune or destiny or whatever would have it, it smacked right across Mom's big tits. As both of us stood there staring at the door, I didn't move. Her tits were so soft, so giving as I continued to push my arm against them. The silence was deafening! Then I heard my mother crying. "I'm sorry," she blubbered as I watched her turn to face me. "It was the moonshine talking. He didn't mean it." The enormity of what he had just said came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. Mom and I? Fucking? The thought of that ever happening was preposterous! It had never crossed my mind . . . until now! "Uh, okay. It's all right—" I mumbled, trying to wrap my reeling brain around what Pa had just said. "No, it's not all right. He shouldn't have said that. How could he even think that?" she fumed. Strangely, Dad's remark changed everything between Mom and me. I found myself looking at Mom in an entirely different and unsettling way. Hell, I told you that I was eighteen and if a second went by that I wasn't thinking about sex, it was a rare one. . . . All that had transpired about a week ago and things had been kind of tense between the two of us. Mom usually wore a flannel gown at night, but tonight was so hot, I'd seen that she'd opted out for her little baby-doll pajamas. Although I'd just got a glimpse of her in it earlier, I saw that it was one of the ones she wore when Pa was home as you could see right through the thin material. And what I'd seen was enough to make me want to see more. I'd been sneaking around and trying to catch another peek and Mom had caught on and slipped her housecoat on over it. So, here I was lying in my bed without any clothes on, trying to picture Mom naked in the office next door as I slowly stroked my seemingly always-present hard on. Just then, I heard the motel intercom buzz. Then I heard Mom talking with someone. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I knew that it had to be one of the guests. Wondering what was going on, I heard Mom hang up. Suddenly the light went on in the office and before I knew what was going on the door to my room came swinging open. "Mom!" I gasped when I saw Mother standing in the doorway staring at me. I was mortified as I jerked my hand away from my cock and grabbed for the covers. I could see that Mother's eyes were locked on my peter as it stuck up out of my groin hard and stiff. I was somehow able to pull the cover over and hide my cock as Mother gave out a soft, embarrassed cough. "Uh, sorry, uh, Zeke, uh, one of the, uh, guests called. He, uh, he said that the ice maker is out of ice and he needs some. Uh, could you, could you run down to the Seven-Eleven and pick up a bag for him?" she asked me, timidly stepping over to my bed and holding out a couple of dollars to me. As she did, I realized that she wasn't wearing her house coat. I couldn't help noticing that I could see the outline of her body silhouetted through the thin material of her baby-doll gown by the light behind her. "Uh, sure, Mom," I mumbled, taking the money from her. As I did, I saw her glance down at the lump of my cock jutting up against the covers before she turned and stepped back over to the door. "Thank you," I heard her say as she stepped out and closed the door behind her. Damn it, I cursed. I'd never been so embarrassed. Not only had my mother seen my cock, she seen that I was masturbating. I wished there was a hole somewhere to crawl in and hide. Throwing the covers off, I angrily slapped my cock, trying to punish it for making me feel so foolish. "Ouch—" I snorted, swinging my legs off the bed, standing up and stumbling over to the chair where my jeans were. Pulling them on, I quickly pulled a tee shirt over my head and stepped into my loafers. Stuffing the money into my pocket, I shuffled over to the door. Taking a deep breath, I reached down and quickly pulled the door open. Stepping through it, I saw that Mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She had the Mason jar that Pa kept his shine in and a glass with some the shine in it in front of her as she looked up at me. "Be careful—" I heard her tell me as I stepped over to the door leading outside. "Uh, what number?" I asked her. "Oh, I forgot, uh, number six," she told me as I glanced down at the outline of her big tits underneath her baby doll pajamas. "Okay," I mumbled, backing out through the doorway. The Seven-Eleven was only a couple hundred yards down the road and I was back with the bag of ice in no time. Knocking on the door of unit six, I waited for someone to answer. Suddenly the door came swinging open and a big, fat guy wearing a pair of shorts opened the door. "About time," he grunted as I looked over his shoulder and saw a woman lying on the bed behind him. As I held the bag of ice out to him, I saw that the woman was bare-assed naked and she didn't seem the least bit concerned that I was gawking at her. In fact, she thrust her big, bare tits out at me and grinned as I continued to stare. "What's wrong, k**," I heard the guy snicker as he took the ice from me and turned around to look over at the woman. "Ain't you never seen tits before?" he snickered, stepping back and slamming the door in my face. "Yeah, I've seen tits before," I angrily muttered to the door as I turned and headed back for the office. I'd seen my mother's tits once and they were a damned sight bigger and prettier than the ones the woman in the room had. As I thought back on seeing my mother's tits, I felt a sizzle of excitement spark up my still-hard cock. I'd been working on the refrigerator in one of the units and when I'd finished I headed back to the office to tell Mom that I was done. Walking back to the office, I'd walked by the window and saw Mom standing at the sink. She had her dress open down to the waist and was running a washcloth over her big, bare breasts. She seemed to be enjoying herself as her hands moved slowly, giving me time to relish my first sight of a pair of beautiful, naked breasts. My God, what beauty! I had absolutely no frame of reference, but to me, they were the most beautiful breasts in the world. Pale, bigger around than my hands, they had large dark areolas and big, fat nipples. I was stunned as I gawked at them in worshipful reverence. They were stupendous. Big, beautiful pink melons the size of cantaloupes as she cupped one and then the other to lift them and run the washcloth over them. I'd never forget that day as long as I lived. Stepping into the office, I saw that Mom was still sitting at the table watching TV. "Was he satisfied?" I heard her ask me. "Uh, yeah, I guess," I grinned seeing that there were two glasses on the table now. One in front of Mom and one sitting in front of where I usually sat. "It looked like him and his girlfriend was having a few drinks," I added. "Good . . . would you like one, too?" she smiled up at me. "Uh, yeah, uh, sure," I told her grinning as I pulled my chair out and sat down in it. I'd sneaked a few sips of Pa's shine so I knew what to expect as I took a little sip of the fiery liquor. Damn, it was strong, I told myself as I tried to hold back a cough when the blistering paint thinner burned its way down my throat. Setting my glass back down, I saw that in the bright light of the light-bulb dangling down from the ceiling over the table, I could see right through Mom's gown. I could make out every tiny detail of her big tits from their outline down to the dark circle covering their tips. I could even make out the outline of her big, puffy nipples. I knew that I shouldn't be looking at them, but I couldn't stop myself. Then I saw Mom saw me looking at them. Thinking she would say something about my crude behavior, she just smiled and didn't do or say anything to dissuade me. "Cheers—" she said, smiling, lifting her glass and tapping it against mine. "To us . . ." "Uh, to us," I mumbled, picking up my glass and lifting it up to my lips. That was an odd toast, I told myself as I took another sip of the shine. The liquor was so potent, I was already feeling it and I'd only had a couple of sips as I grinned, set my glass back down and sneaked another peek at Mom's tits. "Do you think your Pa really meant what he said?" she asked me as she leaned back against the chair. As she did, it stretched the cloth of her gown and made her breasts thrust out against it making them even more prominent. "About what?" I asked looking up at her face. "He says a lot of stupid stuff." "About us? About you and me?" "Uh, I, uh, I don't know," I muttered, feeling a blush spread across my burning cheeks. "I guess that he could think that," she sighed. "We're together all the time and he's never around. So, how would he know any different?" she conjectured. This conversation was becoming uncomfortably close to the way I'd been feeling about her since Dad had spouted off about the two of us fucking. "I guess so—" I choked out. "Have you ever, uh, you know, done that?" she asked me as I saw a blush darken her cheek bones. "Mom—" I fussed, feeling the temperature in the room go up a good ten degrees. "I'm sorry, I was just wondering," she said, taking another sip of shine. "I never see you with a girl." "Uh, no, no, I'm awfully bashful around girls, Mom," I told her. "Besides, I'm pretty busy around here, you know." "Well, I guess that's my fault," she frowned. "I shouldn't have taken you out of school. As good looking as you are, I'm sure you would have a girlfriend by now." "Uh, maybe, yeah, I guess," I muttered, taking another drink of shine and coughing as it scorched its way down my throat. I heard a distant grumble of thunder as Mom just sat there looking at me like she was thinking. Trying to make up her mind about something. "Uh, sounds like it might rain," I said, breaking the awkward silence, not knowing what else to say. "Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" she smiled, setting her glass down and slowly pushing up onto her bare feet. Then she turned and slowly stepped over to the window, spread the curtain apart and looked out through it. My heart was racing as I watched her. The thin gown did little to hide anything underneath it and I could clearly see the long sweep of her back as it swooped down to the round swell of her butt. I could even make out the dark crack running down its center bisecting it and dividing it into cheeks. Then I watched her push the window up. The moment she did, the room was immediately filled with the fresh dampness that always precedes rain. "I love the smell of rain . . ." mother murmured as I watched her breathe in a deep breath of the rain-soaked air. "Yeah, me, too," I grunted, following her lead and sniffing in a lungful of the moist, humid air. Then she slowly turned around to face me. I couldn't keep from dropping my eyes down to her breasts. Her big, beautiful breasts as they strained out against the thin chiffon. I could make out everything about them under the gauzy material. Their size, their shape, the darkened circle covering their tips, and even the big, puffy nubs protruding out of the circles. I could see everything. And then I looked down to the vague, shadowy triangle that covered the bottom of her tummy. I couldn't stop the spark of excitement that arced through my cock making it jump inside my jeans. "Do you think I'm pretty?" I heard my mother ask from across the room. She had to know that I could see right through her skimpy, little gown. She had to know, I giddily thought. "Uh, yeah, uh, I think you're, uh, beautiful, Mom," I choked out trying not to swallow my tongue. "Really?" she asked me as I watched her reach up to her shoulder and ease her fingers down under the neckline of the gown. "Really, uh, yeah, really, Mom, uh, beautiful—" I muttered, unable to take my eyes off her fingers as they slowly pushed the stretchy neckline down over the curve of her shoulder. What was she doing, my fevered brain screamed? Was she going to take off her gown? What was happening? This was getting crazier by the moment. I thought my peter was going to rip out through my jeans any second now as the ruffle of lace inched lower and lower down her shoulder. Then she stopped and slowly dropped her hand down by her side. Breathlessly, I watched as she lifted her other hand up to her other shoulder. Easing her fingers under the neckline again, she began to push it down over her shoulder. The neckline now diagonally stretched across her breasts running from her shoulder on one side down to the midpoint between her shoulder and elbow on the other side. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think straight. My poor brain was in a fog as I sat watching the bizarre scene unfolding in front of my gawking eyes. More and more of her quivering white breasts came into full view as Mother slowly pushed the gown down off the curve of her shoulder. Keeping her eyes on mine, watching me, she kept pushing the neckline down her arm until the elastic band was stretching straight across her breasts with the upper edge of their darkened tips just showing above it. "Do you want to see?" she asked me, her voice quivering. "Yesssss . . ." I hissed. "Yes, Mother, I'm sorry, but, yes, I want to see." I groaned out. I thought my brain was going to explode. The roaring inside it sounded like a hundred screaming jets in afterburner. My heart was thundering like a bass drum. I could have made a fortune selling all of the cotton inside my mouth. She didn't move. Then I saw that she was walking toward me so slowly it didn't seem like she was moving. With her arms hanging down at her sides, she moved closer and closer until she was standing in front of me not more than two or three feet away. I wanted to reach out and touch her, run my fingers over the quivering softness of her breasts. But my arms were paralyzed by fear. Fear that if I did, she would regain her senses and it would be over before it began. I could smell her perfume now. It was some cheap stuff she had bought down at the truck stop, but on her it smelled like Channel No. 5. "I can't help myself, Zeke," I heard Mother whimper as her arm lifted back up to her shoulder and she began slowly pushing the neckline down again. Covetously watching her, I saw the neckline slip down, exposing the upper half of her areola. Then I saw the elastic band snag on the big nipple, stopping its downward journey. She kept pushing it down until all of a sudden it sprang loose and with a flouncing bobble, her big, saggy breast flopped out into the open. "So pretty—" I moaned, staring at the bare breast as it hung down from her chest softly quivering and trembling. Moving with a little more impetus this time, she lifted her other hand up to her arm and started pushing the ruffled band of elastic down her other arm. The springy band duplicated its earlier movement by catching on her other nipple. A quick tug on it and it sprang free letting her breast spring out into the open. Now both breasts were dangling down, uncovered and bare as I feasted my hungry eyes on them. "Are they too baggy?" I heard her softly ask as she cupped them in her hands and lifted them up off her chest. "No—God, no!" I groaned. "You're not just saying that," she whispered, easing them back down. "They're perfect—" I praised, staring at them in reverent adoration. My poor cock was rock hard and caught in such a painful position, I was about to cry. I had to fix it before it broke its back and left me with a broken, useless hunk of flesh. Watching Mother continuing to push her gown down, I grabbed at my cock and jerked it over to a much less restrictive place. I saw Mom pause and glance down at the bulge of my cock as I moved it. She seemed surprised that I was hard as she continued to stare at it for several long seconds. Then she smiled and went back to pushing her gown down her arm. Now that I wasn't in pain anymore, I watched the neckband slowly crawl down over the rounded paunch of her belly, over her belly button and finally down onto the forest of curls covering her sex. The golden-blond curls matched the color of her hair as more and more of the profuse tangle came into view until suddenly, the sheer, white gown went slithering down her legs to land in a muddle covering her bare feet. Daintily, Mother balanced on one foot and lifted her other one out of the gown and then did the same with her other foot. Now mother stood before me as naked as the day she'd been born . . . except for the band of gold she wore on her left ring finger. Strangely, I found myself staring at it as it was caught the glare of the light-bulb hanging down over the table. Mother saw me looking down at the ring. Looking down at it herself, she lifted her hand up and slowly eased the little, gold band off her finger. Then she leaned toward me, reached around me and laid the ring on the table. She was giving up its protection, its message to the world of Look, I am married. You can't have me. But now that was gone and she was free once again. The symbolism of the gesture left me speechless. She was forsaking her marriage . . . for me! "My Baby," she whispered, stepping up forcing my legs apart with her knees as she moved closer. I was astounded as I sat afraid to move. Afraid to do anything that would break the wonder of this moment. My mother's breasts were now right in front of my face, her big bloated nipples a hair's breadth from my trembling lips. Then the swollen nub brushed across my lips as Mother rolled her shoulders ever so slightly and leaned in closer. Like a nursing baby, I opened my mouth and let the springy bulb slip between my lips. Taking the resilient flesh between my teeth, I gently nipped it as I began to softly suck. As I did, I felt my mother's fingers curl around the back of my head and pulled me towards her while pressing her breast against my face, squashing it flat as I nursed on the supple bud. "Zeke . . ." I heard her whisper as I cautiously brushed my fingers over the soft, smooth skin of her thigh, just above the inner surface of her knee. Continuing to softly suckle and caress her nipple with my tongue, I let my fingers slowly crawl up the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh working them higher and higher. I'd never experienced such excitement. My pounding heart was about to beat out of my chest. I could barely breathe. Time seemed to stop as I inched my fingers higher and higher. Then, when they were only a couple of inches below my intended target, I felt my mother's legs brush against mine forcing them farther apart as she spread herself open for my inquisitive fingers. Just then, there was a loud thump on the tin roof as the first big raindrop slammed down on it. We both jumped at the unexpected noise making Mom's spit-drenched nipple pop out of my mouth and sending my fingers thudding against the wet, stickiness between her legs. "Oh, God," I heard her gasp as she spread her legs even wider and thrust her breast back against my face. Like a baby trying to find its mother's nipple, I searched with my lips until I once again found the swollen nub. As I sucked and teased her nipple, I gently probed the weeping softness between her legs. This was fucking unbelievable. My Mom! I was feeling her up, trying to find her pussy with my fingers. Probing, pushing my fingers into the giving softness, I felt two of them slip up inside the clinging warmth of her vagina. "OhhhhhhhhhGoddddd . . ." I heard her softly groan as she shoved her tit against my face and I felt her pussy squeeze down around my probing fingers. I pushed them in deeper, pushing in all the way up to the last knuckles. Then I slowly pulled them back and softly thrust them back inside. "Oh, yessssss, Baby—" I heard Mother whimper as her sharp fingernails dug into the back of my head pushing my face against her soft, cushiony breast. Outside the rain was beginning in earnest, beating down on the tin roof as the din inside grew louder. Just then as a particularly-loud peal of thunder shook the office, Mother leaned back away from me pulling her slippery nipple out of my mouth and reaching down to push my fingers out of her pussy. "I want to see," Mother whispered, leaning down and hooking her fingers under the hem of my tee shirt and slowly pulling it up my sweaty chest, over my head and finally off over my extended arms. I felt like I was going to pass out. I knew that every drop of bl**d in my whole body had to be inside my achingly-hard cock. I could feel every pulsing throb of my heart as it pumped more and more into it. "Stand up—" she told me as she pitched my sweat-drenched shirt on the table where it landed by her wedding ring with a wet splat. I didn't know if my wobbly knees would support my weight as I slowly stood up hearing the chair sc**** on the floor as it was nudged backward by the back of my knees. Holding onto the table with one hand to support myself, I watched Mother as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of me. All I could do was watch on in a stupor as her hands lifted up to the front of my jeans. "It looks so big . . ." she mumbled, brushing her finger over the bulge sticking out against my jeans as her fingers found the copper button holding them fastened. Swallowing, I tried to keep my heart down inside my chest where it belonged as Mom pushed the button through its buttonhole. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how big cocks were supposed to be. The only ones I'd ever seen were in pictures and they didn't have measuring tapes included in the pictures, so all you could do was guess. I knew that mine was eight inches long. I'd measured it more times than I could count. Just comparing it with the ones in the pictures I'd seen, it looked bigger, but I couldn't really tell. I guess I'd know pretty soon, though, I giddily thought as I felt my Mother unzipping my jeans. I hadn't taken time to put my shorts on when I went to get the ice and as the zipper went zipping down its track, my cock, hard and ready came tumbling out into the open. "My God—" my Mother gasped as her fingers stopped moving down while she stared at my cock in wide-eyed surprise. "It's huge—" she groaned, jerking the zipper to the end of its track and then running her fingers up the swollen underside of my jutting penis. My chest swelled up with pride for a moment before a tickle of fear crept into it. Was I too big? I didn't know anything about fucking. I'd never done it before. Could a guy be too big? After all Mom's pussy had felt really, really tight on my fingers. "Is it okay?" I mumbled, staring down at my mother as I watched her hook her fingers under the waistband of my jeans and jerk them down around my knees. As she did, the rest of my cock and my balls flopped out, flouncing up and down right in front of her gawking eyes. "Is it okay? Oh, Baby, it's beautiful," she cooed, curling her hands around it and slowly bending it down toward her lips. What is she doing, my fevered brain railed? I could see that the head of my prick was glistening wetly in the glare of the light overhead as Mom's lips parted and her little, pink tongue slipped out from between them. "Mommmm—" I groaned as she slowly swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, licking away the copious coating of prefuck that covered it. "Ummmmmmm . . ." Mom murmured as she twirled her tongue around it again. I didn't know how much more I could endure as I felt Mother's soft, warm lips purse down around the head and gently suck. The fiery excitement swirling around inside my head was pushing me toward the edge and I could feel an eruption building down inside my balls. "Mom—Mom, you're going to make me come—" I groaned, trying to warn her of the impending explosion as I struggled to hold it back. Heeding the warning, Mom eased her lips back off the hypersensitive head of my primed cock. Then, still holding my cock in her hand, keeping it pointed at her face, she looked up at me with her soft, brown eyes and slowly ran her tongue around her lips. "Do you want to come in my mouth?" she asked. Her voice soft and sultry, barely audible above the clamor of the rain beating down on the roof above our heads and the pulsing roar inside my head. "What do you want, Mother?" I whimpered, not knowing what to do or say. This was my first time with a woman. What did she want me to do? I just wanted to do what she wanted me to do. I just wanted to please her. I wanted to make her happy. "I just want you to be happy, Honey. That's all. I'll do anything you want me to," she smiled up at me. "Just tell me and I'll do it." My brain was in a fog. I couldn't think. I was torn with so many things I wanted to do whirling around inside my head. I couldn't choose just one. I wanted to do them all at once, but of course, that was impossible. "Take your time, Baby . . . we have all night," she whispered, kissing the tip of a finger and placing it on my lips. Then she gently pushed me backwards and I flopped back down into the chair. Still on her knees looking up at me, she lifted one of my feet at a time and eased them out of my shoes then set them back on the floor. Still in a euphoric fog, I sat watching her as she dug her fingers under the waistband of my jeans and tugged them down around my ankles. My steel-hard cock was still jutting up in the air twitching this way and that as she wrestled with my jeans trying to get them off over my bare feet. At last, she got them off and I too was naked. Supporting herself on my knees, she pushed up onto her feet in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits as they bobbled and rolled in front of my face. Reaching down for my numb hands, she took them in hers and slowly pulled me up onto my feet. In her bare feet, Mom was about six inches shorter that my six-foot frame. Looking up at me with her big, brown eyes, she stepped in closer and I felt her big tits brush against my upper belly, just below my chest while I felt her curly pubic hair tickle up against my dangling balls. Not knowing what else to do, I reached out and took her in my arms and gently pulled her against me. As I did, she reciprocated and wrapped her arms around me. There was something so warm and intimate about the moment as I leaned down and found her lips with mine. Her lips were so soft and supple as we kissed. The kiss started out tender and loving, but it quickly grew more intense as I felt my Mother's tongue f***e its way between my lips. An explosion of excitement fired off down inside my cock as I felt her hot, probing tongue find its way into my mouth. I'd never French kissed a woman before and I'd never been French kissed either. I felt like my brain was going to explode. Then the tip of my Mother's tongue brushed across my tongue and another flash of excitement ripped through my peter making it twitch again. Then my mother's fingers curled around the back of my head as she pulled me down to her and we kissed like lovers. We were touching from head to toe and everywhere our skin came in contact it was burning like someone had touched a glowing ember against me. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see as my eyes had instinctively fluttered shut. I could feel every pounding thud of my thundering heart as it raced inside my chest. At last we broke for air. Gasping, trying to catch my breath, I looked down at my Mother and saw that she was looking up at me. I had never seen such a look of love and warmth before. It made me feel like a little boy basking in his mother's love. I was lost and I knew that I would never find my way back without my mother to guide me, lead me, and show me the way. "Come," I heard her whisper as she untangled herself from me, leaving one arm wrapped around my waist. Then she turned and slowly stepped toward her room, guiding me as I stumbled along beside her. As she did, I once again became aware of the roar of the rain beating down on the roof above. The storm raging inside my head had been so loud it had drowned out the sounds of the wild storm outside. Then a deafening clap of thunder shook the house and I felt Mother's arm tighten around my waist. "Hurry—" she whispered, walking faster almost running toward the open doorway leading into her room. Suddenly we were standing beside her bed. Unlike mine, Mother's bed was always neatly made up. Reaching down, she quickly threw back the covers and crawled up on them. I was a little boy again. A lost little boy, alone and afraid on a stormy night. But there was hope. Refuge from the thunder and lightning outside. I was being invited into the safest, the most amazing hideaway imaginable. My Mother's Bed! Smiling tenderly, holding her arms outstretched up to me, she welcomed me into her bed. My legs wouldn't move. I was paralyzed again. I wanted to join her so much, but something was holding me back. This was my Mother! How could I do this to her? Something deep inside my psyche was rebelling against the thought of committing this horrible crime against nature. "Mother . . ." I whimpered, that part of me that was resisting trying to tell her that it was wrong. Mother seemed to sense my weakness. Sense that I was wavering between right and wrong as she gradually spread her legs apart and slowly ran her fingers up the tangle of golden curls covering her womanhood. "Come . . . Come to Mommy," she whispered. Those words melted my resistance and I tumbled into bed beside her. "Oh, Baby," she murmured as our lips met and we kissed deep and hard for the longest time. As we kissed, her hands were all over me, touching, caressing, fondling, guiding me and leading me along. Then, without even realizing that I was moving, I suddenly found myself atop her, lying in between her outstretched, welcoming legs with the head of my prick resting against the weeping warmth between them. I was suffocating in the fiery emotions of the moment. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. But primitive instincts born of millions of years of procreation took over and I felt the muscles in my ass clench, curling my hips and probing the softness searching for the opening to my Mother's sex. "Yesssssss—" I heard my Mother hiss as I felt the head of my penis finally find the slippery entrance to her womanhood and slip inside it. I'd never felt anything like it as I felt her pussy clutch down around my cock. It was everything wonderful and good all combined down inside her accepting warmth. "So big—so big-'' I heard Mother groan out as the head of my cock spread her open and pushed deeper into the clinging heat. Then I felt the backs of her ankles curl around the backs of my thighs just below the clenched cheeks of my ass as she pulled me down inside her. I could feel the straining muscles in her legs trembling, quivering with exertion as I pushed deeper and deeper into her. It felt like my peter was being enveloped in warm, liquid silk as she consumed me with her womanness. I was a doomed man and I knew that I would never be able to get enough of the wondrous thing down between my Mother's legs. Then I felt the tips of my Mother's fingers digging down into the clenched muscles of my ass, pushing on me and trying to get me deeper inside her empty, barren womb. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt my Mother's body jerk as every muscle in her body clenched down and began to shake. What happened? My fevered brain wondered. Was she having a convulsion? Had I done something wrong? "Oh—Godddddd, oh, Godddd, Commminngggg—" I heard her gasp as I felt her pussy clamp down around my cock, contracting and relaxing with each fiery spasm of pleasure that undulated through it. She was coming! My mother was having an orgasm! I'd made her COME! Hell, before now, I thought only guys could have an orgasm. I didn't even really know what an orgasm was, or that women could have one, too. All I knew was when I jacked off long enough, some gooey, white cum would shoot It was all too much and I felt like someone had just kicked me in the ass as my cock twitched and a giant spume of cum came spewing out of it into the clutching depths of my Mother's pussy. "Oh—God—Yessss—" she screamed out, driving her heels into my ass and forcing me into her all the way up to the hilt as our groins slammed together consummating the defilement. "Commminnnnggg againnnnnn— " she groaned. "Sorrrrieeeee—" I groaned out, lunging up, trying to push in even deeper every time my peter kicked and fired off another blast inside her. I couldn't believe that I'd come so quickly. Sometimes it would take me five or ten minutes to come when I was jacking off, but I'd barely gotten my cock inside her before I was coming. But she'd had an orgasm, too. It was crazy! I'd never felt anything so fantastic. This was a million times, no, a trillion times, no, a gazillion times better than jacking off. I would never Jack off again, I swore. Not as long as my Mother was with me. I could see Mother was looking up at me with her big, tear-stained eyes and tears were freely flowing down her cheeks. Had I done something to hurt her? What? What had I done wrong? "What's wrong, Mother?" I whimpered, leaning down, trying to kiss the tears off her cheeks. "Nothing's wrong, Baby. I'm just so happy for us," she blubbered, finding my lips with hers as she hungrily returned my kisses. I knew that I had a lot to learn about women and their ways. About love. About everything. But I had an excellent teacher. And I knew that my Mother would teach me everything I needed to know. . . . out of my cock. Now Mom was doing the same thing? It was fucking crazy. This was the happiest moment of my life. Something had just happened that I could never have dreamed happening in a million years. I had just fucked my Mother! Well, I don't know if you could really call it fucking. Yes, I'd shot my wad inside her, but did a single insertion pass for fucking? I was so confused and happy at the same time. Maybe we'd just made love. Whatever had happened, it was over and I could feel my wilting cock shrinking and slowly slithering back down the cum-filled channel of my Mother's pussy. "Oh, Baby, don't take it out," I heard Mother whimper, but I had no control over it. Another Mother had won out. Mother Nature seemed envious of my Mother and was making sure that there would be no sloppy seconds. At least not any time soon. "I'm sorry, Mom," I groaned just as I felt the tight stricture of her pussy squirt my limp dick out onto the bed below. "I want to do it again," she whispered, holding my head between her hands and pulling my face down to hers stopping when our lips were almost brushing. "I want you to fuck me—" she hissed just before she crushed her lips against mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. The fiery f***e of her words sent a tremor of excitement tickling through my lifeless penis as it lay on the bed between her legs. But I knew that it wouldn't take much coaxing to bring it back to willingness. The demanding kiss lasted for several long, breathless moments before our lips parted. Breathing hard once again, I pushed up off Mother and rolled over onto the bed beside her. The air was heavy with the smell of sex and rain. The drumming of rain on the roof above us had muted into a soft hum as the storm moved away leaving the countryside fresh and clean behind it. It was almost as if the storm was mocking us, matching the mood of our lovemaking. First loud and tumultuous and now soft and gentle. As I lay on my back, trying to get my breathing under control once again, I saw Mother roll over onto her side and push up onto her elbow. "That was wonderful," she whispered, resting her head in her hand as she reached over and slowly ran the tip of a red fingernail around one of my tiny nipples. "But I want more. I want to feel like a woman, Zach. And you made me feel that way again. It's been a long, long time since I've felt that way." As she spoke, I felt her fingers leave my chest and gently scratch their way down onto my belly. It was the strangest feeling, lying in bed naked with my mother. And adding to the bizarreness was the fact that my Mother, too, was naked. How could this have happened? I didn't think of us as perverts or anything, and yet, it had happened. We'd made love. Trying to wrap my reeling brain around it all, I shoved my arms under my head to lift it off the bed so I could watch her fingers crawl down my belly toward the lifeless lump of flesh masquerading as a prick lying on my belly. "You're bigger than your Father . . ." she whispered, easing her fingers under my cock and lifting it. "Really?" I grinned, feeling a wave of pride wash over me. I was bigger than Dad? I would have never guessed that. "Was it really your first time?" she whispered, her breath warm and gentle on my cheek. "Yes, Mother, it, it was my first time—" I mumbled feeling a strange sense of bashfulness. I'd never been brave enough to even ask a girl out on a date, much less this. Life certainly was funny. I'd never even kissed a girl before tonight. "What do you want me to do, Zach?" she asked, squeezing my cock with her fingers. "I don't know . . ." I dumbly mumbled. I didn't know what she wanted me to say. "Do you want me to suck on you and make you hard again?" "If—if you want to," I choked out. Did I want her to suck on me? God, yes, I wanted it more than anything, but I just couldn't seem to find the words to tell her. "I'll do anything you want me, too, Baby," she whispered and began to slowly scoot down the bed. "All you have to do is tell me." Grabbing a pillow, I shoved it under my head so I could watch. I didn't want to miss a single thing. She was going to suck on my cock! Finally her head was resting on the bed beside my hip. Reaching across my belly, she grasped hold of my other hip and pulled, rolling me over onto my side facing her. As she did, my limp prick rolled off my belly and flopped down onto the bed in front of her face. Staring down at her in a breathless stupor, I watched as she gently wrapped her hand around the shaft of my prick and lifted it up off the bed. When she did, its big, purple head, dangled down and a creamy drop of cum slowly dripped down to the bed, leaving a short, stringy strand of cum stretching out behind it. Leaning forward, my Mother eased out her tongue and licked through the strand breaking it. Then she gently laid the head of my cock on her tongue. Her tongue felt so warm and soft as I watched her lips close down around my penis. A shiver of excitement shot up my cock and it immediately began to react to the gentle suction. I could feel Mother's tongue going round and round as she lazily sucked down the shaft of my cock, sucking more and more of it into her mouth. As she sucked, she cupped my big, dangling balls in the palm of her hand and lovingly fondled them. I'd never felt anything so wonderful. I could almost feel the bl**d pumping into my cock as the suction increased and it began to swell inside her mouth. Then she let my peter slip out of her mouth and licked down to my balls, taking them into her hot, wet mouth. Looking up over my belly with an adorable, wide-eyed expression, she watched me as she licked my balls until they were covered in spit. This was absolutely insane and I was loving every fucking minute of it. It sent shivers up my spine as a little drop of prefuck dribbled out of the tip of my cock and slowly ran down off the head and onto the shaft. Lifting her head up, she licked it off with the tip of her tongue. "Do you like having your balls sucked, Zach?" Mom smiled and then licked her tongue across the head of my dick again. "Yes," I groaned, pushing her head down to my big, spit-drenched balls again. "I guess you do," she laughed and licked them on the sensitive underside while stroking my cock with her hand. Then she licked up from the bottom, her tongue darting and dancing all around my cock on its way up to its big, bloated head. Then she took me into her wet mouth again, and sucked my cock hard, going up and down, up and down, while I thrust myself to meet each downward stroke. Soon the pleasure in my abdomen turned into pain. She must have felt me tensing up as she sucked even harder. "Ummmmm-huuuuh-" I heard Mother mutter out around the shaft of my peter as her breath warmed the damp skin. I was almost hard already and knew that it wasn't going to take much more. But then what? Did she want me to come in her mouth? She'd said she wanted me to fuck her again. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how long it was, but it seemed like only seconds had passed before I was once again fully hardened. Looking down, I was proud of the eight inches of firm, rock-hard flesh jutting out of my groin. Mom's head was working back and forth as her pursed lips slid up and down the shaft of my penis. As she did, I could see that half of the shaft was glistening wetly, covered with her spit and I could feel the head of my prick bumping up against the back of her mouth every time she sucked me back inside. Then she stopped and let my spit-drenched peter slip out from between her lips. "I want to taste you," she whispered, looking up at me with her sultry, brown eyes. "I want you to come in my mouth," she told me, slowly running her tongue around her lips and then quickly sucking me back inside. There was something so fucking perverse about wanting me to come in her mouth. I don't know why but it was somehow even more emotional than coming in her pussy. I guess it was because that's what her pussy was made for. But her mouth? She didn't have to do it that way. Well, I guess that she didn't 'Have To' let me do it any way, but letting me do it in her mouth, that was something else. Would she swallow it? Would she swallow my cum, or would she spit it out? I hoped that she would swallow it. That would be over the top. As her mouth sucked up and down on my cock, I couldn't keep my hips from rocking back and forth in time with her mouth. Hearing the sick, wet slurping sounds she was making only made it seem all that much crazier. The way she was doing it, she seemed to be having as much fun as I was. Thinking about what was about to happen was bringing me closer and closer. I could feel that funny, burning kind of feeling you get in the head of your prick when you're about to come and I knew it wasn't going to be long. She'd said that she wanted me to come in her mouth, but still, I had to warn her, let her know it was coming. "Mom—Mom—I'm going to come—" I groaned out, trying to hold it back as long as I could. Suddenly, Mom jerked her head back, spitting out my cock as she looked up at my face. Her eyes had a wild, crazed look in them. "Yes—Yes—Come in Mommy's mouth—" she panted just before dropping her head back down and sucking my cock back into her mouth. That was it! The baby talk did it! That was all I could take and I felt my cock lurch as it spurted out a huge, creamy wad of cum into my mother's mouth. "Fuck—Fuck—Fuck—" I gasped as spasm after spasm of pleasure ripped through my cock while it jerked and pumped out its creamy load into my mother's pulling, sucking mouth. I was too busy coming to watch and see if she swallowed it, but after a few seconds, I regained enough composure to watch and see. My cock was still in her mouth and I hadn't seen or felt her pull back. I knew that her mouth had to be full if she hadn't swallowed it. I couldn't see a trace of cum anywhere. Then after a few seconds, Mom slowly leaned back away from my cock and let it slip out from between her lips. As she did, I saw her look up at me and swallow, as if to say, there, see, I swallowed it. It was the most sensuous, erotic thing I'd ever seen. I felt lightheaded. I felt like I'd pumped out at least a gallon of cum into her mouth. I felt like I was going to pass out. "Ummmmmmm .. ." she murmured, smiling up at me as she slowly ran her tongue around her lips to lick away any cum that might have escaped. A rush of love for her exploded inside my brain. It was at that moment, I realized that I could never let another man touch her. Not Pa, not any man. I wanted her all for myself. "Would you . . . would you do it to me?" I heard Mother ask me as she scooted back up the bed. "Uh, I want to, uh, Mom, but you, you made me soft," I mumbled, thinking she wanted me to fuck her, wishing I could make myself hard, but knowing that it would be quite a while before I could master that feat again. "Not that," Mom smiled, jerking the pillow out from under my head and tossing it against the headboard. "What? What do you mean? What do you want me to do, Mother?" I groaned, wondering what she wanted me to do. Then I watched her scoot up higher and rest her head on the pillow. Still confused, I saw Mom spread her legs apart and reach down to her pussy. As I lay staring down at her pussy, I saw her gently probe the thick, wet lips apart and ease two fingers down into the oozing opening between them. I was in a fog again as I watched. It was the first time I'd ever seen a real, live pussy. I couldn't believe how fucking sexy it was. Then she eased her fingers out and lifted her dripping-wet fingers up to my lips. "Taste me, Zach. Taste us," she whispered. I opened my mouth and her fingers slid between my lips onto my tongue. For the first time in my life, I tasted pussy juice and cum. I liked the taste. I couldn't describe it, but it tasted good, so I started sucking on her fingers, lapping off the sweet juices. Every instinct in me was screaming to reach out and touch her. But I didn't know what she wanted me to. She pulled her spit-slickened fingers out of my mouth and clutched hold of her big, saggy tits with both hands. It was almost as if she was taunting me as she began to squeeze and knead the mountains of creamy-white flesh. And then she started twisting her big, rubbery nipples between her fingers and thumbs. I could smell her perfume and her pussy, but all I could do was watch. Then she let go of her tits and her hands crawled back down to her pussy again. As I watched, she scooped out another spoonful of pussy juice and cum with her fingers and stuck her fingers in my mouth again, this time thrusting them in and out of my mouth, all the while staring at me with a wild look on her pretty face. "I want you to touch me, Zach," she groaned as I eagerly sucked on her fingers. Swirling my tongue around and between her fingers, I savored the sweet taste of her sex. I didn't know the first thing about a woman's pussy. I could see that Mom was rubbing hers, but I still didn't know where she wanted me to touch her. Hesitantly, I timidly reached over and ran my fingertips across her bellybutton and then farther down to where her hand was going back forth as she rubbed her pussy. I put my hand over hers, feeling the movement of her fingers under my own. She was moving her hand in a slow, swirling motion. I'd only seen my Mom completely naked once and that was tonight. I remember that back in the sixth grade they had taught us about vaginas and peters and stuff. I knew that Mom was supposed to have a thing called a clitoris, but I didn't know exactly where it was. Pussy and clitorsises were a complete mystery to me. I could hear Mom's soft moans and now that the storm outside was abating I could hear a soft song playing on the TV. Her hand was moving in time with the beat of the song and she was gently thrusting her fingers in and out of my mouth at the same tempo. I started to move my hand with hers and I heard her groan. Then all of a sudden, she stopped moving her hand and allowed me to do it. Pressing down hard, I moved her fingers around in a slow, swirling motion just like she'd been doing. She was looking me right in the eyes the whole time, her face distorted with pleasure, her beautiful mouth wide open, breathing hard and gasping. "Oh, yes, Baby, yes, like that! Faster, Honey, faster," she panted as her hips began to roll and twitch up and down in beat with the music. Was she going to come again? Was this the same as jacking off? Could women Jack off, too? There was so fucking much I had to learn. All at once, her eyelids clenched shut as she jerked her fingers out of my mouth and slapped her hand down on top of my hand to stop my swirling motion. "Oh—God—Againnnnnnnn—" she gasped as her body began to convulse, like she was having another fit. I love watching her come. I'd never seen anything like it before. Her big tits were dancing up and down on her chest, her nipples stiff and hard as they flicked in cadence with her jerky movement. The convulsions grew stronger and stronger until they finally peaked with a full-body shudder as she let out a long, choking groan. Leaning over, I kissed her long, hard and deep. Leaning back up, I saw her eyes flutter open as she looked up at me with a desperate, begging look on her face. "Kiss me," she whispered. Leaning down to kiss her again, I felt her hands on my shoulders, pushing me down. "Down there—" she told me in a husky voice that reeked of need. Kiss her down there? Kiss her pussy? This was crazy. But if that was what she wanted, then I would do it. I could feel her hands on my shoulders pushing me down. Only inches away from her, I saw her big tits pass in front of my eyes, then her belly and at last, the furry tangle of hairs covering her sex. I didn't know what to do. How to do it, but I instinctively stuck out my tongue. Winging it, I licked her and as I did, I got another taste of her juice. Her pussy was wet on my face, as I breathed in the thick, earthy smell of her pussy. Spreading her legs open for me as I stared down at the gaping opening between her chubby legs, I heard her groan. I'd been afraid her pussy might be some kind of ugly hairy mess, but even though it had hair around it, it was pretty. Her big, fleshy lips were a dark, dusky pink and had a bush of short, wavy gold hairs surrounding them. It somehow reminded me of the big, pink roses that Mom grew out in front of the office. Reaching down, she gently fingered the wet, clinging lips apart to reveal the dark, secret opening between them. As she did, I saw a little dribble of clear, sparkling juice trickle out of it and run down between the cheeks of her ass onto the bed. As I licked her, I looked up over her belly to her big tits. I loved the way they were bobbing and jiggling. I had to touch them, so I reached up to play with them. They felt so heavy and soft. "Pinch my nipples," Mom whispered. Grasping the big, rubbery nubs between my fingers and thumbs, I began to twist them. "Harder," she groaned. I didn't want to hurt her, but she had told me to pinch harder, so I pinched them harder and heard her groan again. While I was pinching her nipples, I could feel juice oozing out of her pussy onto my tongue. I didn't know what to make of it all. Was she coming? Did women come, too? Was it cum coming out of her pussy? Or was it my cum? It was all so confusing, but highly erotic all at the same time. Then I felt her fingers on my head, pushing me back away from her pussy. What was wrong? Didn't she want me to lick her pussy any more? I thought she liked it. Staring down at her beautiful pink pussy, I watched as she poked at the little fleshy fold of flesh just above her pussy, below the swirl of gold curls covering her belly. As she did, she peeled back the skin and I saw a little, pink pearl emerge out from under the hood. "My clit, Zach. Lick my clit, Baby," I heard her groan. Clit? What was a clit? Was it the same as a clitoris, like what they had taught us back in the sixth grade? I was so fucking naïve, but I was just a poor country boy and like I said, I didn't know the first thing about pussy. But if Mom wanted me to lick her clit, or whatever it was, I was going to do it. Pursing my lips around the little nub, I flicked my tongue across it and felt Mom flinch. "Oh, God—Yessssssssss—" she hissed as I felt her fingers curl down into my hair and push my lips down onto her clit. She must be so sensitive there, I giddily told myself. Sucking on it, I sucked it further out of its fleshy sheath and began to lick my tongue back and forth across it. "Oh—Baby-Baby-Baby—" she groaned as I licked and sucked it while she writhed and twisted under me. I loved it. And apparently, so did Mom as I ran my hands all over her breasts and belly and legs. Then I brought one hand up under my chin and probed the silky softness trying to find her vagina. At last I felt a finger slide into the fleshy wet hole. Adding a second finger, I pushed into her all the way up to the last knuckles on the two fingers. Wriggling my fingers around inside her, I felt her squirm and push back at my probing fingers. Suddenly, I felt her jerk as her hips started bucking like a horse. "OH—God—Yesssssss—" she gasped as the muscles in her cunt locked down around my fingers and I felt a gush of hot juice spew out onto my hand. Was she peeing? Was she peeing on my hand? I didn't know what it was. And I didn't care. Her pussy got wetter and wetter, and I just lapped it all up. "Oh, fuuuuuuck, Zach! What are you doing to me, Zach? Ohhhhhh . . . God—" she moaned. Jerking my fingers out of her pussy, I felt her tense up and another jet of liquid shot out of her pussy, drenching my face. At first, I'd thought she'd peed on me, but it didn't smell like pee, and it was sweet and clear. It definitely wasn't pee. I loved the taste of it, whatever it was. I licked her all over, sticking my fingers back in her pussy and moving them in and out of her nonstop as her orgasm went on and on. She had her head thrown back and her arms flung out to the sides, her fingers clawing at the bed sheets as she came. All this was such a wild, new feeling for me. I felt powerful and in control. I felt so proud of myself. Pushing up, I kissed up over her belly as she ground her hairy, juice-drenched crotch against my chest. Arching her back, she thrust her tits up as I explored them with my eyes and my hands. Her milky white skin was as soft as silk, her breasts pliant and squishy. Struggling up onto her knees, she thrust her breasts against my mouth. Flicking out my tongue, I licked it over her nipples and sucked them between my lips. Gently nibbling on the springy nubs, I heard her groan out her appreciation. I was like a little boy on Christmas morning with new toys. The best toys a boy could ever get for Christmas. I kissed them and licked them all over, every square inch of them. "Oh, Baby, I wish I had milk for you again," she moaned as I circled my tongue round and round her big, stiff nipple. She pulled my face hard against her cushy breast as I dined on her stubby nipple. Then she pulled me up and rubbed her naked breasts all over my chest as we kissed some more. Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I was intent on getting my entire tongue into her mouth. As I did, she sucked it like she'd sucked my cock earlier. I ran my hands all over her naked back, grabbing and squeezing her big, round ass. Running my hand down her legs, I moved back up between them and found the weeping gash between them. All the while I was doing this, she was thrusting herself back and forth against whatever was touching her pussy. My fingers, my hand, my leg, my belly, whatever came in contact with her furry mound. "Oh, Zach, Baby, Zach, Honey . . ." she bubbled, nibbling on my lips as I pushed my fingers into the mushy softness between her legs. Then she leaned back to look at me. She ran her hands all over my hairless chest. "You're so beautiful, Zach." Then as I slowly fucked my fingers in and out of her wet socket, she scrunched down and wrapped her soft, full lips around one of my nipples. Lovingly tonguing it, she sucked it and nibbled it with her teeth. The sensation I got from that sent a thrill tickling down to my slowly-awakening penis. Then she sucked on the other for a while as I felt her hand find my cock. As she sucked back and forth between my nipples, her hand was insistently squeezing and clutching at my cock. Then she backed away from me and slowly, sensually rolled over onto her belly and bent over with her big, round ass waving in the air. "Kiss my ass . . ." Mom giggled, wiggling it at me. This was a side of my Mother I had never, ever dreamed of seeing before. I had always thought she was shy and timid, but now this. I was stunned. Leaning down, I gently placed a kiss on one of the big, silky-smooth pillows of flesh. Running my fingers all over her back and legs and buttocks, I marveled at the size and width of her ample ass. I'd never dreamed I'd actually get to touch it, to kiss it, to lick it! What did she want me to do, I groggily wondered? As I watched I could see her playing with her pussy. Suddenly I had a wild, crazy idea. She told me to kiss her ass hadn't she? Well, kiss it, I would. Without even being asked, I grabbed hold of the big, firm globes of flesh and dug my thumbs down into the pliant flesh. Slowly, I spread the cheeks apart to bare the wrinkled pucker of her anus. "Oh, Baby . . ." she gushed as I leaned down and blew a breath across her asshole. I know it sounds crazy, but I had an irresistible urge to kiss it. Puckering my lips, I leaned in closer and planted a kiss right on the center of the furrowed circle of her asshole. Then, I kissed down off it, into the crack of her ass, pulling her ass to me, and lightly kissing her pussy. She moaned and pressed harder onto my face, and I felt her pussy lips engulf my own. I kept kissing her, making my way down her legs, down to her ankles and back up. "Fuck me, Zach," I heard her moan. From behind, my reeling brain questioned? I saw that she was making no effort to roll back over, so I inched up behind her upthrust butt. Crouching behind her on my knees, I lifted the head of my reinvigorated penis right up against her pussy lips. I paused there, savoring the moment, the tip of my cock resting between the soft petals of flesh. I don't know why, but I reached down and gave one of the cheeks of Mom's ass a quick, hard spank. "Oh, Baby—" Mom moaned as I watched her ass ripple and quiver from the f***e of the blow. "Yes, spank, Mommy. She's been a bad little girl. So bad," she groaned, wriggling her ass and almost dislodging the head of my dick from her pussy. Popping her ass a second time, I slowly pushed forward and my long, thick cock slid into Mom's tight vagina. It was sheer ecstasy as I felt the warm, moistness clutch down around my cock. "Ooooooohhhhhhh," she groaned. Staring down, watching my big prick disappear inside her, I pushed in deeper and deeper, until my balls were pressed up her busy fingers as they rubbed back and forth across her clit. I stopped, holding myself buried inside the clinging warmth of my Mother's pussy. This time I didn't lose it like I had the first time. I wanted to savor the moment. It was sheer ecstasy. We fit together perfectly. Then I felt her pussy squeeze down around my cock. The sensation of the soft, clinging flesh rubbing along the length of my penis was mind-blowing. Now I knew where I belonged. I'd found a purpose for my life. It was if millions of years of evolution had all been leading up to this single defining moment. "Babieeeeeee . . ." I heard Mother croon as she pushed back against me trying to take my cock even deeper inside her. "Mommmmmieeeeee—" I groaned, hunching my hips forward, thrusting into her comforting warmth. I was a little boy again. My psyche was all mixed up. I was a ten-year-old boy basking in the nurturing love of my Mother. I was the mixed up, mystified teenager wondering how all this could really be happening. I was a man. A man doing what men were created to do. I was ruler of my world. I was GOD! At last, the paralysis ended and I found I could move again as I slowly pulled back down the length of her tight, clutching pussy. "Fuck me, Baby . . . Fuck Mommy—" I heard my Mother beg. Slowly I began to rock back and forth. With my hands wrapped around her thick waist, just above the points of her hips, I held her still as I pumped myself in and out of her pussy. This wasn't going to be a one and done like the first time. No. This time I was going to make it last as long as I could draw it out. All night, if I could. Watching Mom's fat ass quiver and ripple every time my belly slapped against it, I fucked her at different speeds, trying to find out what she liked best. I'd do it hard for a while, then soft, then in between, working up to the point of losing it and then slowing down to nurse it along. I just kept going and going. I could hear her calling out my name and that just drove me on. As I fucked her, she had all kinds of orgasms. Sometimes she would just suck in her breath and hold very still, as her muscles strained and trembled. Then she would cry out, her whole body twitching and jerking as she ground herself back against me. Finally, I felt myself losing control. The burning precursor to my eruption was growing hotter and hotter. I started pounding her faster and harder than ever. It was like I'd gotten a second wind or something, because I felt a rush of power and energy flowing through my body as I fucked her for all I was worth. The bed was floundering around under us, the headboard loudly banging against the wall. I couldn't stop! "NOW, ZACH, NOW—" Mom screamed as I saw the muscles in her back tighten into steel bands and she hurled herself back against my unrelenting barrage. "COMMMMMEEEEE—" The f***e building up deep inside me was becoming overpowering as I hammered my cock in and out, in and out, harder and harder. Sweat was pouring off me and I could see that Mom's back was glistening wetly in the harsh glow of the light streaming in from the kitchen. Suddenly, something down inside my loins let loose and an awesome wave of warmth and energy burst forth from my balls, up the length of my cock and finally spurting out into Mom's pussy. "Mommmmieeeeee—" I bellowed out, lunging forward and burying myself as deep as I could into the ravenous hole between her legs!" My hips shook and jerked as I humped into her every time another spasm of pleasure tore through my spewing, spurting cock. The spasms were mind-blowing. I could feel it everywhere. From my toes to the top of my head. I was melting and flowing out into her. It was the most fantastic orgasm I'd ever had. At last, I mustered up the last of my strength and gave her one final thrust as my cock twitched and gave up the last of its creamy prize. Mother's head snapped back as she lunged back at me, grinding herself against me, holding me enveloped in the clutching, squeezing warmth between her straining legs. She was shuddering, orgasming one last time. I could see her shoulders were shaking as she pushed back with her arms, trying to get me deeper inside her. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck—" she groaned out as her body suddenly went limp. As she collapsed down onto the pillows, I fell with her, keeping my cock buried down inside the cum-filled depths of her cunt. Holding onto her, I tried to catch my breath as my cock grew soft inside her. "Thank you, Zach," she whispered after her body finally stopped quivering. I pulled back to look down at her big, beautiful butt. I was mesmerized by the sight of my shrinking penis slowly emerging out from between her wide-spread pussy lips. As it did, I could see that a stream of my cum was oozing out of her and down onto the bed below her pussy. I felt like a fucking god. It was my cum, dripping out of Mom's pussy. Astounding! Then something even more amazing happened. My seemingly insatiable prick, stopped shrinking and incredibly started firming up again. Watching it, I could actually see it filling out as only the big, purple head remained inside Mom's pussy. "Are you getting hard again?" my Mother asked me over her shoulder as she squirmed around and tried to look back at me. "Yeah . . . crazy isn't it?" I grinned back at her slowly pushing back into her. "Amazing—" she groaned, leaning back and taking me back inside the clinging warmth of her tight, hot pussy. As she lay on her belly on the pillows, I began to fuck her from behind again, driving in all the way up to the hilt on every bed-shaking stroke. As I did, it gave me a chance to have a good long look at her backside. Digging my fingers into her big, soft ass as I drove my cock deep inside her, I found myself wondering what it would be like to fuck her there, too. Jerking back and forth, I watched the cheeks of Mom's ample ass quiver and ripple from the f***e of my belly slapping against them over and over again as I pumped into her. Had Pa fucked her there, I jealously wondered? Had she let him have her there? Would she let me fuck her there? Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, I was that it was one o'clock. We'd been going at it for three hours and I was still going strong. "Wait—stop for a minute," I heard Mother pant as I felt her squirm underneath me, pulling forward. "Take it out—" "I haven't finished—" I complained, but slowly backed up dragging my goo-slathered prick with me as I did. "I want to see your face," she murmured, rolling off the pillows and sitting up. Then she grabbed me by my shoulders and roughly shoved me down on my back. Before I knew what was happening, Mom had straddled me and took me back inside her tight, hot pussy. "There now . . ." she grinned as she leaned down and gave me a kiss on the lips before leaning back up. Straddling me with her knees brushing against my sides, she began to slowly work up and down on my stiff, jutting prick. It felt amazing, but the best part of all was watching her big, beautiful breasts undulating up and down in rhythm with the pace of her hips. They looked so heavy and full as they rolled and floundered up and down, up and down until I couldn't keep my hands off them. Clutching them in my hands, I squeezed and fondled them while Mom rose and fell on me. It was crazy. She was in control now, and used the muscles in her legs to push up and down at whatever rhythm she wanted. She had a dazed, far-away look in her hazel eyes and after a couple of minutes, I saw a frown etch its way across her sweaty forehead. I could feel the muscles in her pussy tightening down around me as she pumped up and down faster and faster. f***efully pinching and twisting her big, knobby nipples, I arched my back and humped up into her in cadence with her lunging rhythm. I could feel another orgasm building down inside my balls, and I could sense that she was teetering on the edge again. "Oh—Fuck—Fuck—Oh, Fuck—Oh, Fuck—" I heard her pant out as she leaned over me, her hips driving, pounding, bouncing up and down while she supported herself by holding onto my shoulders. She rode me hard, staring down into my eyes, sweating, her long gold hair flying around like crazy. I kept punishing her big dangling breasts, feeling her nipples between my fingers. Drops of sweat were dripping down from her hair onto my heaving chest. Then she slammed herself down on me and I felt her pussy begin the contractions as it convulsed around me, milking my prick for all it was worth. I didn't want it to end, but I couldn't hold out any longer. I felt myself bursting, exploding, shooting my hot seed deep inside her pussy. I don't know how long it lasted, but it was fantastic. Every time seemed to be a little better, a little fierier, more intimate as we learned each other. At last Mom slowly raised her leg and let my empty, drained prick slither out of her cum-filled cunt. "Wow—" she grinned down at me as she rolled off me and flopped down onto her back beside me. . . . Two weeks had passed since that fateful night. I had moved into Mom's room with her and we spent every night in blissful ignorance. Other than the fact that we were sl**ping together at night, nothing else changed all that much, except Mom made a trip to town to see a lawyer about something. She didn't tell me what and I didn't want to rock the boat, so I let sl**ping dogs lie. The only thing I was worried about was the day Pa would return. What would happen then? He was the only thing that could screw up this new, idyllic life I'd found. One day, I came across Mom's wedding band that she had put away in her nightstand. She never wore it anymore, so I decided to put it to some good use. Slipping it into my pocket, I told Mom that I had to get some gasoline for the mower and headed off for Jones's Mercantile. Coffeeville only had a population of around 950 so there wasn't but the one store in town and it sold just about everything you could imagine. It even had one little display case with some rings and other jewelry in it that you could buy somethin' perty fer yore sweetheart. Walking up to Mr. Jones, I saw him look up at me. "Zachary Hatfield, what can I do for you today?" he grinned, looking at me over his half-frame readers. "Mr. Jones, I just came across this here ring, " I told him holding Ma's wedding ring in the palm of my hand so he could see it. "It had slipped down between the baseboard and the wall. I don't know how long it's been there and don't know who it belongs to," I lied, watching him look down at the ring. "I was just wondering how much you think I might get for it?" "Well, now, let me see . . ." Mr. Jones said in his serious voice as he gently plucked the ring between his finger and thumb and picked it off my palm. Holding the ring up in front of his face, he turned it one way and then the other. "Well, Zach, what with the price of gold what it is now days, I suppose that I could give you, uh, let's say," he said, pausing to look over at me and then back to the ring, "One hundred and," another pause, "fifty dollars." "Uh, how about a hundred and sixty," I bargained. "How about a hundred and fifty-five," he grinned, rubbing the ring on his vest and holding it back up. "That's a fair price." "Okay, I'll take it," I told him. "Come on over here and I'll get your money," he said as he slipped the ring in his vest pocket and went walking around behind the jewelry case to the cash register. Everything in Mr. Jones store was old and used, just like the old, beat-up cash register he used. I watched him push down on a couple of the big, round keys and as he did, the cash drawer came sliding out with a loud "Ka-ching—" Reaching into a couple of the tills, he slowly pulled out several bills. Holding out my hand, I listened to Mr. Jones count out the money to me. "Twenty-forty-sixty-eighty-hundred-twenty-forty-and fifty," he grinned, laying the last of the bills in my palm. "Thanks, Mr. Jones," I told him, looking down into the jewelry case. I had decided that I was going to buy somethin' pretty for my Mom. As I did, I saw a silver wedding band with a little price tag on it that proclaimed it cost fifty dollars. "Uh, I, I think, I'd like to look at that ring, there—" I told him, pointing down at the ring. "This one?" he asked me, reaching into the case and pointing at the silver ring. "Uh, yeah, that one," I told him, feeling a blush creep out across my cheeks. "That's a wedding ring, you know," he said, pinching the ring between his finger and thumb and picking it up. "Yeah, I know," I grinned, trying to make light of it so that he wouldn't get to inquisitive. "You sure that's what you want?" "I'm sure," I told him, quickly laying two twenties and the ten down on top of the case. I saw him start to say something, but he stopped and swept the money off the case and sorted it back into the tills in the cash register. "Good doing business with you," he grinned, shoving the drawer closed with another loud "Ka-ching—" "Uh, yeah, good doing business with you, too," I told him and then went hurrying out of the store. Well, that was done. But what would Pa say when he saw Mom wasn't wearing her wedding ring any more? The little silver ring would give him a hint, I chuckled to myself. I hoped that Mom would like the ring. It would replace the ring Pa had given her and show her how I felt for her. I didn't want to get another gold ring because that would be too much like the one Pa had given her and besides they cost too much. The silver one was different. Different, like the love we now shared. Walking along the road, I felt happy. My whole life had changed. I had everything I could ever want right here in Coffeeville. Then I turned the corner and looked up the street toward the motel. Oh, God, No, not now—my frantic brain screamed at me as I saw my Pa's Pontiac sitting out in front of the motel office. Why did he have to come back and ruin everything, I angrily wanted to know. Why? Why now? Running as fast as I could, I made for the office not knowing what to expect. What did he want? Besides money. He always wanted money. As I huffed up to the office, I came to a sk**ding stop just outside the open window looking into the office. Peering into the office, I heard my Mother pleading, "No—please stop—don't—please stop—" she was whimpering as a spasm of hate and anger exploded inside my head. Pa was shoving Mom down over the table and had her dress pulled up around her waist. Her panties were wrapped around one of her ankles and Pa had his pants tugged down around his knees. He had his long, skinny cock out and was sliding it in and out of Mom. I couldn't move. I was paralyzed as I stood staring at the macabre scene. Then another fiery explosion of hatred fired off inside my head while I watched my Father's skinny ass jerking back and forth as he mercilessly pumped his cock in and out of Mom's ass. He was fucking Mom in the ASS! How could he do that to her? I was mesmerized. It felt like my feet were in concrete as I struggled to move. Finally, with superhuman strength, I was somehow able to get my legs to move as I staggered around to the back door. Flinging the door open, I stumbled inside. "What the Fuck—" I heard my Father curse as I stopped for a second to regain my bearings. "Zackieeeee—" I heard my Mother squeal as they both jerked around to stare at me. But even through the shock, Pa's skinny ass continued to jerk back and forth as I lurched myself toward them. "Get the fuck outta here—" I heard him holler as I stumbled up in front of him. Drawing my arm back, I swung as hard as I could and my fist connected with the point of his chin. As it did, Pa's head snapped back and he staggered backwards, dislodging his cock from Mom's ass, but his short journey backwards was brought to a clumsy, disgraceful end by the pants wrapped around his knees. With arms flailing, he fell backward and landed on his butt with a loud, "Ooomppffff—" Then something crazy happened when he landed on his ass. To our amazement, his cock, which was still sticking straight up in the air started ejaculating. Long, stringy strands of cum began to shoot out of the head of his skinny dick, flying up into the air and dropping back down in thick, gooey wads all over his hairy thighs. We were all stunned and none of us moved as we all stared down at the evil, jerking, twitching thing while it futilely spurted out its noxious load. At last, it stopped shooting off and began to wilt. "Why the fuck did you do that?" Pa asked me, rubbing his chin where my fist had landed leaving a big, red spot. "I ought to get up and kick your fucking ass," he snarled. "Bring it on—" I growled back, standing looking down at him with my hands clenched into fists. Just then, I felt Mom brush by me as she stepped over to the counter between the office and the reception area. "Where the fuck you think you're going? I ain't done with you, yet—" he barked at her as she jerked the drawer under the cash register open and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "Oh, yes, you are—" she spat back at him tossing the paper down at him. Pa looked ridiculous sitting there on the floor with his pants down around his ankles and his limp, wilted cock laying between his legs as he jerked the paper unfolded and started reading it. "Divorce?" he sputtered after a few seconds as he looked up from the paper to stare at Mom. "Yeah, divorce—" she snarled back. "You ain't wanted around here no more, so stick that ugly thang back in yore pants, zip up 'em up and get the fuck outta here," she hollered, flinging her arm out and stabbing her finger in the direction of the open door leading out the back of the office. I didn't say a word. I just stood there watching as Pa tossed the paper on the floor and then spat on it. "I'm gonna whup yore fat ass—" he threatened, rolling over onto his hands and knees then pushing up onto his feet. "You ain't doing nothing to her . . . anymore—" I warned, bringing my clenched fists up in front of my chest. "Oh, I see, now," he frowned, looking back and forth from her to me and then back to her. "So it's the two of you now. Just what I thought," he smirked. "You fucking yore Ma, boy?" Drawing my arm back threateningly, I took a step toward him. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving," Pa snorted, jerking his pants up and stuffing him limp prick back inside them. Finished buttoning up his pants, he stepped around us and headed for the door. "She ain't worth the fucking bother," he barked. "Waren't even a good piece of ass, anyway," he dementedly cackled slamming the door shut behind him. Mom and I stood looking at each other not saying a word. Then we heard his car start up out in front of the office. All of a sudden, we heard the engine roar to life as the sound of spinning tires and gravel crashing against the front of the office filled the air. The sound of the spinning tires went on and on until finally, with a loud screech the tires bit into the pavement as Pa pulled out onto the highway. Then a few seconds later a smaller screech could be heard as he shifted gears and the roar of the engine disappeared into the distance. "He's gone . . ." Mother whispered, stepping over to where I stood looking at her in a dazed fog. It had all happened so quickly, I hadn't even had time for it to really sink in. "Yeah, I guess he is—" I smiled back at her. Then I remembered the ring. Digging my hand down into my pocket, I realized that my knuckles were sore from the blow I'd inflicted on Pa's chin. I could only imagine how his chin felt and that made me feel good. Pulling the ring out of my pocket, I reached down to Mom's left hand and grasped hold of it. "I've got something for you, Mother," I told her, singling out her ring finger from the other fingers and slowly easing the little band of silver onto it. "Oh, Zach . . ." she softly cooed, spreading her fingers out and holding her hand up in front of her face. "It's beautiful. I will never, ever take it off my finger. I promise!" That was as good as a wedding vow to me. She had just promised to never leave me. My heart had wings. I was euphoric! Then with a soft giggle, Mom turned and rushed over to the counter and flipped open the little gate separating the office from the other half of the room. Hurrying across the reception area, she flung the front door open and flipped the little card hanging on it to read "CLOSED". Slamming the door shut, she came scurrying back into the office and flipped the switch turning on the "NO VACANCY" sign. Beaming from ear to ear, she stepped up to me and grabbed hold of my hand. "This is our honeymoon," she smiled, tugging me toward her bedroom door. It was twelve fifteen, the middle of the day and all the guests had already checked out. With the "NO VACANCY" sign on, there would be no new ones I told myself as I ecstatically followed Mom into her room. There was something different about it this time. The nagging fear of Pa returning wasn't there anymore. Everything had a new, exhilarating feeling to it. It was almost like the first time all over again. "You were so brave and bold," Mom cooed as she closed the door between the office and her bedroom. "I was so proud of you." "Ain't nothing I wouldn't do for you, Mom—" I told her, taking charge and leading her over to her neatly made-up bed. "You're the man of the house," she told me, reaching out and running her fingers through my hair. "I'll do anything you want me to, Mom," I whispered, kneeling down onto my knees in front of her. "All you have to do is tell me," I told her, remembering that was what she had told me on that first night we'd spent together. It had only been two weeks ago, but it seemed more like two years. Leaning down, I pulled the knot out of the shoelace of one of her matronly, house-wife shoes. Digging my thumbs down under the sides of the shoe, I stretched them apart to loosen the laces and then lifted her foot off the floor. Then looking up at her smiling face, I eased her foot out of the shoe. Setting her shoe down on the floor beside her bed, I quickly pulled her little, lace-edged sock off her foot and stuffed it inside her shoe. Taking my time, I repeated the process with her other foot and then pushed back up onto my feet. The heat outside and inside the little room was building and I already had a sheen of sweat on my forehead. The soft breeze wafting in through the open window was barely rustling the curtains hanging down on the sides of the window and did little to cool the room. Maybe we'd have enough money for an air-conditioner for our room, I told myself as I reached out and gently spun Mom to face away from me. Spreading apart Mom's hair as it hung down below her shoulders, I exposed the nape of her neck and plucked at the top button of her dress. As the little button slipped through its buttonhole, I spread the top of her dress apart, leaned down and gave the nape of her neck a gentle kiss. I could taste the tart saltiness of the sweat on her skin as I slowly unbuttoned my way down Mom's back. "I'm so glad he's gone," Mom murmured as she stood letting me undress her. "He treated me like shit." "I won't let him ever touch you again. I swear," I told her, feeling another twinge of anger as I remembered what he had been doing to her when I'd come running up to the office. "I'm sorry that you had to see it," she whimpered. I could almost feel the pain in her voice as my fingers worked down over the strap of her bra. I didn't know what to say, what to do that would take that pain away. "You don't have to ever do it that way again, Mom—" I said, trying to reassure her. "Oh, Honey, you're so sweet," she softly cried. Then with her dress unbuttoned half way down her back, she shuffled around to face me and took my head between her hands. Leaning against me, she kissed me. It was the softest, tenderest kiss imaginable. "I love you so much," she whispered then slowly turned back around to face the bed again. "I love you, Mother," I told her, leaning down and giving her bare shoulder a soft, nibbling kiss as my fingers resumed the task of unbuttoning her dress. Finally, I was finished unbuttoning the dress. Easing my fingers under the edge of the dress, I slowly pushed it off the slope of her shoulders. As I did, Mom held her arms down and the dress went fluttering to the floor at her feet. I could see that Mom's brassiere was digging into her skin, straining to hold the dangling mountains of tit-flesh in check. Pinching the ends of the strap stretched across her back, I pulled them together and unfastened little catches. Then as I let go of the straps, I watched them spring apart and dangle down almost brushing the small of her back. Slipping my fingers under the shoulder straps, I pushed them out and let them slip down off her shoulders. "You have a perty backside, Mom," I praised, reaching down and cupping the big, fleshy cheeks of her butt in my hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. "You don't think my butt is too big and saggy?" she asked me, leaning back and rubbing herself against me. "No—I think it's perfect," I white-lied and gave it another squeeze. "Yore Pa said it was fat," she complained. "What the hell does he know," I muttered, feeling another spark of anger. "He wouldn't know a beautiful ass if it walked up and slapped him in the face," I grinned, putting my hands on Mom's shoulders and gently forcing her down onto her belly on the bed. "What are you doing?" Mom softly giggled as I lovingly ran my fingers over the soft, quivering smoothness of her buttocks. "Just going to give it some of the attention it deserves," I told her as I eased down onto the floor behind her. "Oh, Baby, you're embarrassing me," she complained, squirming and pretending to try and escape. "I think you like it, Mom," I snickered, leaning down and placing a soft, wet kiss on each cheek. "Maybe . . ." she whispered as I pushed her legs apart to bare the wet, juicy folds of pink flesh just below her fat ass. Leaning lower, I flicked out my tongue as I felt Mom tilt her hips up so I could get to her pussy. Flattening my tongue, I slowly teased it up the entire length of her cunt from her clit all the way down to the oozing slit just below the pucker of her asshole. Then I tickled the tip of my finger around the rubbery little ring of ribbed flesh. "You have a cute, little asshole, Mom," I told her, gently probing at the darkened center where all the creases disappeared inward. "Zachary Hatfield, how can you say that? Are you intentionally trying to embarrass me?" she fussed as I saw the little ring clench even tighter. "No, Mom, I'm not trying to embarrass you," I softly laughed. "But that is sort of a joke." "What do you mean?" she wanted to know. "Em-barr-assed," I said, emphasizing each syllable of the word. "Get it? M-Bare-assed," I laughed, softly slapping one of her ass cheeks, making it quiver and ripple. "Oh, Zachary, you're such a naughty boy," she laughed, waggling her butt at me. "Does Mommy like it when her little boy is naughty?" I asked her, pushing a little harder and feeling the little ring relax ever so slightly. "Sometimes, but it's a little sore right now," she complained. "Yore Pa wasn't very nice to it while ago." Sensing her discomfort, I pulled my finger off her asshole, leaned down and blew a soft breath across it. "Does Mommy want her boy to kiss her owie and make it better like she used to do when he was just a little boy?" I asked her while softly brushing my lips across the puckered opening. "Do you want to do that, Zach? Does kissing me there turn you on?" she asked me. "Kissing you anywhere turns me on, Mom," I whispered, pursing my lips and kissing her right on the dark, puckered circle. "I never knew anything could be as good as this. I want to kiss you everywhere. I want to touch you everywhere. I want to show you I'm not like Pa. I won't ever hurt you, Mom." "Oh, my sweet, Baby . . ." I heard her murmur. Then I kissed down from her asshole and onto her oozing pussy. Swirling my tongue round and round in the soft, slippery flesh, I lost myself in her sex. Pausing a moment, I softly blew on her pussy. "Do you like it when I kiss you there, Mom?" I asked her, then dove back in before she even had a chance to answer me. "I love it, Baby," she cooed, rolling her hips and pushing her pussy back against my inquisitive tongue. "Did Pa every kiss you here?" I asked into her pussy, my words sounding wet and muffled. "No, he said it smelled bad . . . but I never want to hear his name mentioned again, "Okay?" There was a festering, aching hate down inside me for the man who had brought me into this world. Maybe someday I would search him out and repay him for all the pain and suffering he had cause Mom. But that would have to wait, because I had a new purpose to my life. Pleasing my new WIFE! Easing back, I pushed up onto my feet and stepped back out from between my Mother's legs. As I did, I could see that the insides of her fleshy thighs were coated with spit and her thick, gelatinous juices. "Why did you stop?" she asked me, turning and trying to look at me over her shoulder. I didn't answer her. I just reached down, wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her up onto her feet. Then, gently grasping her by her thickened waist, I slowly turned her around to face me. "I just want to look at you, Mother," I whispered, stepping back and letting my eyes wander down her naked body. It still gave me a perverse thrill every time I saw her naked. It was like getting an unexpected gift from her. "You're so beautiful, Mom—" I told her. I could see the happiness in her twinkling, hazel eyes as I let my eyes wander down from her face, to heavy, sagging breasts, rising and falling with the steady rhythm of her breathing. There was a sheen of sweat covering them, making them glimmer and glisten in the bright, afternoon light. It was easy to see that the big, purple nipples tipping them were swollen and stiff from arousal. Fighting the urge to take them into my hands, I let my eyes roam lower, taking in the slight paunch of her belly and finally down to the swirl of matted gold curls covering its tip. Just as her big breasts, her legs were covered with a glistening sheen of sweat that highlighted and accentuated every curve. Some might not have been able to see her real beauty, but I could. And I was going to drown myself in it. Stepping back up to her, I took hold of her shoulders and gently pushed. As I did, the edge of the bed bumped up against the backs of her knees and she sat down on the bed. I didn't stop and kept pushing until she was lying on her back, looking up at me with a happy, expectant look on her pretty face. Hooking my hands under her shaven arm pits, I pushed her back until she was all the way on the bed with only her heels dangling over the edge. "So beautiful," I groaned, reaching down and grasping hold of her ankles. Then I slowly pulled them apart, spreading her legs and exposing the weeping wetness between them. "Such a beautiful, pink rose . . ." I murmured, reaching up and running my fingertips over the fleshy, pink folds. "Fuck me, Zach . . ." she moaned, extending her arms up to me and welcoming me down into the mystical depths of her motherhood. "My Wife—My Mother—" I groaned, lifting my knee up on the bed and slowly crawling up between my Mother's outstretched legs. My big cock was sticking out under my belly hard as a rock, jiggling and stiffly dancing up and down as I crawled up over her. "My Husband—My Son—" she answered me back as her fingers found my maleness and pushed it guiding it down to the emptiness between her legs. "Take me—" Leaning down over her, I felt her warmth close down around the head of my penis as I curled my hips up and slowly pushed into her. The sense of amazement and wonder grew even more confounding every time. My Mother! My Mother was letting me do this to her. It was astonishing! Amazing! Incredulous! I was consumed with love for her as I pushed into the clinging warmth deeper and deeper until at last we were one again. I was a part of her again just as I had been once so long ago. "Oh, God, I love you so much—" Mother bubbled as her hands clutched around my waist, her fingers caressing, pushing, pulling. Just as her hands were clutching at my waist, I could feel her tight, hot pussy squeezing, gripping down around my embedded penis. I was ecstatic. Leaning down, I crushed my lips against hers and began to slowly rock back and forth atop her, sending my cock plunging down into her as deep as I could on every stroke. I wanted it to go on forever and ever and ever as I paced myself to keep from losing control and emptying myself into her. I was so focused and intent on Mother and the creaking groan of the bedsprings, I didn't notice the distant rumble of thunder or the room growing darker and darker. Then I smelled rain. Shaken from my bestial trance, I slowed to a stop. As I did, I saw my mother's eyes flutter open as she looked up at me like she was just waking from a deep trance. "Why did you stop? Did you finish?" she mumbled, then curiously sniffed the air. "Rain? Where did that come from?" I heard her ask. She sounded groggy. Like she was d**gged or something. d**gged on sex? As crazy as it sounded, I believed it, because I felt a little woozy myself. "I don't know," I muttered as the room grew darker and the smell of rain grew stronger. Just then a rush of wind flapped the curtains hanging down beside the open window as a peal of thunder broke the silence. All at once, just like the first night, I heard the first few "plops" of rain striking the tin roof over our heads. Before I could react, the few drops turned into a deluge as the din of pounding rain filled the room. "The window—close the window," Mother hollered trying to make herself heard over the hammering rain. Jerking back, I pulled out of her, swung around and stood up. Another brilliant flash of light lit up the room followed almost immediately by a blast of thunder that shook the building. Lurching across the room, I made it to the window and reached up to slam it shut, but when I looked out, what I saw froze me in my tracks. There maybe a couple of miles in the distance was a writhing, twisting black snake reaching down from the sinister, dark clouds. A tornado! A fucking tornado! And it was heading straight for us. "What is it?" my Mother asked from the bed as she saw the look of terror on my face. "Tornado—" I gasped staring at the evil thing as it slowly snaked its way toward us. "Where?" I heard Mother ask as she stumbled up beside me. "There—" I hollered, pointing at the monster. "What can we do?" she gasped, as we both gawked out the window watching it. "There's nothing we can do—" I groaned. There was nothing we could do. No place to go. We were naked and if we did run outside it would only make us more vulnerable and exposed to the tornado when it did touch ground. We were trapped by our own i****tuous lust. We'd been so caught up in our lovemaking, we hadn't seen it coming and now we would pay with our lives. I didn't want to die! Now that I'd found my soul mate and my niche in life, I didn't want to lose it . . . or her! Was this our punishment for committing i****t? Was God sending the tornado to bring us to him so he could punish us with fire and brimstone for an eternity? Well, if that was it, I wasn't going to go down peacefully. I would die doing the thing I loved most in all the world and with the woman I loved most in the world. Defiantly, I grabbed hold of Mother's hand and pulled her back over to the bed. "What? What are you doing?" she asked as I saw the fear in her saucer-sized eyes. "I know that you're scared, Mom," I hollered, roughly shoving her down on the bed and crawling up between her legs. "But there's nothing we can do—" "Oh, God, Zach—" she cursed, throwing her legs apart as I speared her with my cock, driving in all the way to the hilt. Then her legs shot up into the air and she wrapped them around my waist as she dug her soft, round heels into my ass pushing me even deeper inside her. "Yes—Yes—Fuck me—Fuck me!" she screamed out. Then we heard it. At first it was a soft roaring sound, just above the din of the pounding rain. But as I began to jerk my hips back and forth the noise grew louder . . . and louder . . . and louder until it was like the screech of a thousand banshees screaming and flinging themselves at our little building. As they threw themselves against the roof, their wings were beating against it and making hideous, loud scraping sounds. God must have sent them. I couldn't think! I couldn't breathe! The horrific thing whirling above our heads was sucking the air right out of the room. But not even this could stop me as I continued to fuck my Mother like a wild, mindless a****l. The roar was louder than a thousand locomotives as it came closer and closer until it was right over us. "Oh, God, Mother, oh, God, oh, God—" I groaned, cringing expecting it to hit the house any second as I was a man possessed fucking my Mother as hard and fast as I could. I wanted to come so bad. "Yes—Yes—Baby—Yes—" Mother hissed as she enveloped me with her body. Her arms encircled me, pulling me against her as her legs clamped around my pounding, driving hips. We were one, fucking, trying to beat death and cheat it at its own game. My brain was going to explode. The roaring sound was so loud it was filling every atom of my being. Then I felt my loins erupt in a tsunami of pleasure as my cock exploded and began to pump out gallons and gallons of cum into my Mother's ravenous cunt. As it did, my Mother screamed and began to shake, her fingers clawing at me and her trembling legs clamping tighter and tighter around my hips somehow pulling me even closer. "Yessssssssss—" I hissed, lunging, thrusting, trying to push even deeper into the nurturing, clinging refuge of my Mother's womb. Cringing, wishing the noise would go away, waiting for the building to explode around us, I thought I felt a sudden rush of air and I found I could breathe again. Then to my stunned amazement, the deafening noise began to dissipate. It was still louder than anything I'd ever heard, but it seemed to be going away. Pushing up on my arms, I stared down at my Mother in disbelief. As I did, I felt her legs relax their strangling hold on my hips and she seemed to melt back down onto the bed. "What happened?" she gasped, staring up at me in stunned disbelief. I was baffled. There was no way we could have escaped. Were we dead? Were we alive? It was all so confusing. Jerking back, pulling out of Mom's overflowing pussy, I threw myself off the bed and went tearing across the room to the window. Throwing open the curtains, I gaped out. As I did, I saw the tornado was lifting back up into the dark, swirling clouds. Looking up and down the road, I didn't see any damage other than a few overturned trash cans. It hadn't touched down. We'd somehow been spared. I couldn't believe it. I had been sure we were goners, but we'd survived. Or was it just a warning? A warning to tell us to depart from our wickedness and return to righteousness? I don't know what it was, but we were alive and I could never go back to those days. I'd found my soul mate and there was no way I was going to let her go. She was the love of my life. "The tornado's gone—" I gasped, slowly turning back to face my mother who was now sitting in the middle of the bed holding the sheets tucked up under her chin. It was ludicrous. Comical, almost laughable. After all we'd gone through and now she was hiding behind a sheet? Did she think the sheet would protect her? It was crazy and I couldn't keep from laughing right out loud. "What? What?" she indignantly asked, pulling the sheet around her tighter and higher up her neck. "Why are you hiding behind that sheet?" I laughed, slowly stepping across the room toward her. "Do you think it's going to protect you?" She seemed unaware she was even doing it as I saw her look down at herself and the sheet for a moment then look back up at me with a big smile on her face. "I don't know . . ." she laughed, letting go of the sheet and letting it fall into a muddled heap covering her lap. When she did, her big, quivering breasts came into view once again. I felt a shiver of excitement spark through my cock as I stared down at the wondrous creations. They were fucking fantastic. I couldn't wait to get my hands on them again as I crawled up on the bed. "My Baby—" Mother bubbled, throwing her arms apart and welcoming me back into them. . . .