H Tales Of A Reincarnated Elf

by Srtyi

I was a good looking prince when I was reborn, and because I could do indecent things as much as I like, I decided to make a harem while traveling with a beautiful female elf Formerly an otaku, the hero who was just reincarnated became a handsome elf prince of another world. In his previous life he was just a plain-faced man, so in this world he uses his high position as a prin

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144 My Niece Angel is a Slutty Tease

DirtyUncle

My niece Angel is a gorgeous eighteen year old. She has a great body and she knows it. She turned eighteen just last fall. From then on her flirtatious teasing got more aggressive. Anything with a cock it seems she needs to entertain. It reached a boiling point for me the summer after her birthday but we will get there shortly.

Angel is a tall slender 5'11" babe and weighs about 125 pounds. To put a picture in your head she reminds me of Megan Fox. Angel is taller though and a bit thicker. She has a bigger full C chest, nice wide hips, and is told she has a ghetto booty. Basically she has a really sexy hourglass like figure. Her hair is long, thick, dark brown, and has dirty blonde highlights. She wears it up a lot in the back. When she lets it down though it goes down just a few inches above her ass.

Her eyes are a sexy green and her soft full lips were made to be around a cock. Angel added piercings and tattoos in all the right places. To complete her slutty look she pierced her tongue and belly button. On her hips she has a mix of sparkling star tattoos. One set identical on each side running downward as if pointing to her goodies. No slutty tease tattoo collection would be complete without the dirty flower tattoo on her lower back. She even makes sure both her nails and toenails are done. Always painted and sparkling.

It isn't just her body and accessories that makes her hot she wears provocative clothing. Her tops are always sleeveless with an open back. She wears nothing but girly colors like pink and purple. Angel rarely wears a bra and her tits are so perky she doesn't need to. The tops show a lot of cleavage and sit just above the nipple. They are pretty loose though so if she bends over you can see just about everything.

She only wears three kinds of bottoms too. Her standard at night or around the house is sweatpants. The kind you get from the mall with words like pink, juicy, booty, or cheerleader written across the butt. Its like she is begging to get fucked. When its hotter she wears the same sweat type shorts with writing on it. Those make it even harder since they stick to her ass. When she gets up off the couch and walks away the perfect outline of each cheek its like shes not even wearing shorts. I never see any panty lines either so I know she wears nothing but thongs. Lastly when its colder or she has to go out Angel will wear the jeans with the ripped holes in them. When she wears those you can always see her thong from the back.

She is an absolute goddess put on this earth to service cock. She looks like a perfect fuck machine and with her height she has legs that go on forever. She is really anal about shaving her legs, arms, and so on every other day. It makes me believe she definitely has a shaved pussy too. Some of the things she does I'm sure is subconscious like playing with her tongue ring. She always has it out and moving around her lips. Another thing is when she bends over to pick something up its just instant erection the way she does it.

Before we go any further I should talk about myself a little bit. I'm not much older than my niece only a handful of years. I live at her house with her mom and other siblings. I'm pretty tall 6'3" or so and average build. I was more athletic in high school but kind of let myself go a little with college and the couple years after. I don't pretend to be special in any particular way. I'm your average joe so to speak except a bit taller. My cock is about six and a half inches. Around its like the inside roll of a toilet paper cardboard circle. My best asset probably though is it is rock hard and I have decent stamina. Years of masturbation and reading articles about control have helped me. I know my body well enough now to know when to slow down.

Anyway back on track you get the picture though she looks like a total slut. The way she has acted though since turning eighteen though is where the story really starts. Her mother never really gave her any boundries and never cared about her actions. She never really had a father figure in her life either. Now that she was eighteen and legal she was definitely out having sex. Angel would openly come to me talking about giving blow jobs and swallowing. Her mother said nothing which encouraged her to continue.

She had a boyfriend around her age for a while but seemed to like slightly older guys. That is to say mid twenties. I remember the first time she had sex she came to me to give all the details. She said his cock wasn't any bigger than she'd sucked before. However it didn't really fit which made her believe she must have a smaller and tighter pussy than most women. Angel went on to tell me she didn't even let him finish and it wasn't very good. In addition to just coming to tell me her stories she would leave stuff behind. She would use my computer and left instant messages from conversations with the guys she had been with.

That started to really get to me. I never had thought of her in that way before. The constant visuals and slutty outfits though wore me down over time. I began to jackoff at night in my bed thinking of her. Sometimes I would read the chat conversations and pretend it was me. From the number of guys she talked about or I read about it seemed she was definitely a slut. Toward me though she would only flirt and tease me to the brink. Those advances became increasingly more forward over time.

I would be sitting on the couch watching TV and she would come sit down. After a few minutes she would lay down and put her feet across my lap. She would always ask me to rub her feet and legs. This one really hot day in May she did just that. After getting home from work and changing she came down stairs. I was on the couch watching some show and she came down and sat on the far side of the couch. We had some small talk like about the weather and she asked where everyone else was. I told her they walked down to the park and she said ok.

After a few minutes of watching tv she laid down and put her head on a pillow. I was sitting with my legs apart. She placed her feet onto my lap. At first they were crossed and on my thigh. Over time she would keep moving them to get comfortable Crossing them having each of her foot on top or bottom. Eventually she stopped in a position that must have been comfortable for her. Her left ankle rested on my left thigh and her foot went just further past into air. Her right foot though she put onto my currently soft dick. I was wearing just a T-shirt and shorts. The heel of her foot sunk into my lap pushing my dick into my body and against my balls.

I looked over at her and she was watching T.V. She must have seen me turn to her out of the corner of her eye. She looked over at me and smiled. I asked if she was comfy and she said very. Her head turned back to the T.V. but I kept looking at her. I finally had realized what she was wearing and how good she looked.

She was wearing one of those usual purple tops it had a little bit of lacing/doyle fabric around the outsides. It was cut low and showed a good portion of the top of her breasts. Since it was so hot or maybe to tease me she had her shirt pulled up. She would often pull the shirt up from the bottom. It left her entire stomach visible including that belly button ring and sexy tattoos on her hips. It made it more of a bra than a top. She had on a pair of tiny blue shorts that you would wear to bed or maybe go running in. I bet in those shorts if she bent over enough you could see her ass out the bottom.

I could feel myself begin to stir so I grabbed her right foot and moved it down next to her left. My cock immediately popped up and started to get bigger and harder. I buried my ass into the couch and crouched forward a little bit. The age old guy trick that never really works but we all do it. I'm sure she felt it starting to grow before I moved her feet. She called out uncle and I looked over at her again. Angel rarely called me by my first name usually she said uncle or one of many nicknames she made up for me.

The look that she gives when she wants something is like hypnosis. She puts her head down a little submissively and looks up at you with those big green eyes. She gives a pouty face on her lips and talks in this higher pitched sexy voice. She usually pushes her chest together a little too and with her head down its this perfect view. Angel gets in her hot sexy favor asking look and asks me to rub her feet and legs. She said after such a long day at work they hurt real bad. Of course I can't resist and agree to do as she asked. I got another sexy smile and she looked back over at the T.V. Her feet moved back toward my package and rubbed against my ever stiffening cock.

At that point I wasn't quite half way but I'm sure she could tell it was getting bigger. She rolled her right ankle around in a circle clockwise and counterclock wise a few times. The top and bottom of her foot rubbed against my cock as she did that. I quickly grabbed her foot in my hand and started to rub it. She liked a rough massage so I would knead my knuckles into the archs on the bottom of her foot. After doing that for awhile I would do firm circles around the top of her foot with my thumbs. Whenever I finished with one foot I could crack her toes one at a time or all at once. She always squeeled or giggled when I did it and I know she liked it. After that I did the same for the other foot.

At this point I definitely had a full 100 percent tent in my shorts. There was no hiding it and any one who looked toward me would see it. Sometimes the foot massage would end there or sometimes I would do her calfs/shins too. This one time I'm describing though was a whole new level. Basically I said done gave her a friendly slap on her thigh and looked at her. She gave me that same pouty look again and said but "my wegs weeeeally hurt" in that high voice of hers. I said fine a little more and then I got stuff to do. By stuff I was thinking about how I had to go rub one out real quick.

She scooched down the couch a cushion so that her butt was now against my left thigh. She set her feet up and past the arm rest and said there now I'm ready. She had never gotten into this position and it was a little difficult to get at her. At times I had to have my arm come up from between her legs to reach her calfs. What ended up working best was me resting my arm on her inner thigh. I was kneading, pulling, and rubbing her lower legs slowly working up them. She was giving off some low moans saying how good it felt.

At this point she wasn't watching T.V. her eyes were closed, head back, and she was almost falling asleep. In this position that worked best her feet were touching. However her legs had to be spread apart far at the knees. Angel's right thigh/knee was resting against me and her left was hanging over the couch. Then as you look up her legs they comeback together as they connect into her. Thankfully with her legs elevated she wasn't touching my cock anymore with her feet. However the sight before me put a tear to my eye.

With her laying there legs spread I got quite a view. When she scooched next to me to get into position her shorts had rode up. She had a serious camel toe. I could for the first time make out the nice meaty lips she had on her pussy. That weren't like huge or anything but they were a little bigger than I'm used to seeing. Also with her legs propped up I could see up her shorts from the bottom. She had on a black thong covering just enough so that I couldn't see her pink.

I continued the massage up around her knee and started working on her thighs. Laying there I could see she was really getting into it. Her nipples were pointing through her top. She continued to let out some noises and her breathing was heavier and sporadic. Her skin was really soft and she had a little tan going on. Angel was always pale enough though that you could see her turn red sometimes. At this time her face was definitely turning a bit red. It took all the strength in my body not to ravage her right here. I couldn't stop though.

The massage turned more into me slowly moving up her inner thigh as if reaching for her womanhood. I took another look at her camel toe and seen it was wet. She was soaking through her panties and shorts. It didn't show up easily against the blue but I could see. I leaned forward trying to get a better look and maybe smell it. With my hands just inches away and my eyes fixated on her snatch she opened her eyes. She said thanks uncle that was great rubbed her legs against my cock briefly as she got up. Her shirt fell back into place and she left to go up stairs. As she walked away I could see her ass perfectly with her shorts stuck to her cheeks.

I couldn't believe I didn't explode in my boxers from all of that. I was going to quickly masturbate on the couch before she cameback. I ran to the bottom of the stairs to make sure her door was closed. As I got to the stairs I knew immediately the sound of her in full orgasm. She must have gone upstairs to finish herself off. I started stroking my cock in the hallway. After a minute I was about to cum when I heard her door open. I ran back to the couch and pretended to watch T.V.

She came down the stairs in nothing but a towel another thing she liked to do. It was just long enough to cover her at the top and bottom. As she walked it would open just a little near the bottom but not enough for my liking though. She came over and stood in front of me on the couch. It took all of the strength in my body not to cum right there. She said thanks again and put her right hand on my cheek. Her fingers were still a little wet and the smell of her pussy was clearly there. She must have just used that hand to get herself off not two minutes earlier. The aroma was intoxicating. I seen some liquid running down her legs she didn't even bother to wipe herself off. She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

I flew up the stairs faster than I had ever run before. I knew her panties would be up in her room soaked with her scent. They were sitting right on her bed like she wanted me to see them. The smell in the area was pure sex. Her entire room smelled like she sprayed sex perfume. I picked up her thong and the whole thing was soaked. It had a picture of the playboy bunny on it too. There was wet spots all over her blanket and sheets. She must have cum so hard she squirted all over.

I took another pair of panties I seen in her laundry basket and pulled out my cock. I started to stroke my dick with her other dirty panties. When I got her black thong up to my face with the strong smell I was overwhelmed. I put my tongue out to give her juices a nice taste. I was furiously jacking my cock and came the second my tongue touched her juices. Till this day that was still the best masturbation orgasm I ever had. I must have had a multiple orgasm if that is possible for a man. The pink boy short panties I had came on were darker where my cum had landed. I never came so much in my entire life.

I collapsed down onto her bed too weak to move. I continued to lick and suck on her pussy juice from the thong. After a few minutes I put the thong back down on her bed. I tried to hide the pink cum filled panties in her laundry and left the room. I went to my bedroom closed the door and laid down. Thinking of what I had just seen, smelt, and tasted. Soon after she had gotten out of the shower and went up stairs to change. A little while later I heard her yell my name down the hallway.

When I got back to her room she was fully dressed in a similar top and sweatpants. She had her laundry basket in her hand. Immediately I was frightened and must have given a weird look and gone pale. She had put the pink panties I had just cum on to the top of the basket. She looked at me, smiled, and said she needed me to take her clothes down to the basement. She said that she didn't have anymore clean underwear and I think gave me a little wink and licked her lips. I didn't meet her eyes but took the laundry and headed downstairs.

After I set her basket down I picked up those pink panties again to look at. I remember leaving a pretty big mess of thick white cum. They looked cleaned up a bit and I realized. She must have licked, sucked, and eaten the cum off of it as best she could. I got hard again in the basement just thinking about it. I rubbed one out again real quick sniffing that black playboy thong.

That was just one example of the many things that started to go down into the summer after her eighteenth birthday. I might talk about them at a later date but for now we continue our story. That was back in May and in July things reached the boiling point. We hit the place of no return essentially. We were going to go camping at the beach for the July fourth weekend. Everything was packed and we were ready to go.

We all piled into the car waiting for Angel to come out. I was in the backseat by the window. Thats when we realized there was no room. She shut and locked the front door and walked toward the car. She was wearing her bathing suit a two piece blue thin fabric with flowers on them. Basically a bra that tied in the back and booty shorts that showed the bottom of her ass cheeks in the back. Someone in the front said how are we going to do this. Angel looked at me smiled and said I'll just sit on uncles lap. She was carrying a beach blanket. Angel walked toward the car to get in. I was in for ninety minutes in a car that I will never forget.

I thought quickly what the best way to do this was so I tucked my dick between my legs and kept them close. She sat on top of me and her legs were spread a little so they went on the outside of mine. She leaned back into me and I could smell her sweat perfume. Angel wears a really sexy kind that I like. It is like a mix of fruity, flowery smells, and I cant describe the rest other than it just smells sexy. She must have just gotten out of the shower too as her hair was down and still wet.

The second I got a wiff of her I got hard as a rock. It was so uncomfortable I had to move my legs apart a bit and my cock flung straight up. Angel was squirming around on top of me not making things any better. It took a while for her to settle in. My legs close together and my cock sticking right up. Her legs were spread a little but her pussy was resting slightly against my cock. The only thing between my dick and her pussy was the thin fabric of her bathing suit and my swim trunks. Swim trunks have that mesh like underwear which is not very comfortable when you have a hard on.

The car was going down the road windows open and her hair was blowing back into my face. She yelled up to the front seat to turn the radio on. Angel made them switch it to her station playing the popular club, dance, and hip hop songs. Listening to the radio about girls grinding up at the club and her sitting on my lap made me even harder if that was possible. Angel slid down a little pushing my member closer against her womanhood. With my legs basically closed there was nowhere from my cock to go except against my thighs. She kept moving down and forward slowly until she was sitting totally on my member. My cock was trapped between my legs and her pussy.

The next song came on and she got excited. She yelled turn it up this is my song. It was a more explicit song with innuendos of sex. The music was fast with techno and synthesizer noises. The passenger in the front seat looked back and asked if she was comfortable. I heard her say that now she was very comfortable. Angel started to dance on my lap. She started grinding on my cock. Her bikini fabric and my swim trunks and that was it. Her pussy was moving forward and backward. Slower and faster she moved front to back. She moved back to front and sometimes in circles. The next song started and she arched her back. She put her hands in the air above her head and snapped her fingers. The entire time grinding on my cock as she moved.

I was getting pretty close to cumming after a few songs. My cock was throbbing and pulsating I'm sure she felt it moving. I think she was starting to feel it too as her face was a little flush. Right before I was about to explode she stopped grinding on me and moved back a bit off my cock. She said she was cold and unfolded the blanket. They asked in the front seat if she wanted them to roll the windows up. She responded that everyone else would get warm then and she had the blanket. Angel rolled up our window in the back and her hair stopped flying around. She put the blanket around us and tucked it in behind me. My weight back against the seat kept it up in place.

With her not directly on me anymore and the other stuff going on I came down from the edge. My heart rate slowed and my cock started to get a little softer even. My legs were up against the seat in front of us. With the blanket draped down between my legs and the floor you couldn't see any movement under the blanket. We spent another few minutes getting comfortable and situated again. She leaned back against me on my right shoulder. It put our heads close to each other. There wasn't a good place to set my arms or hers either. After moving them to many different places she took hold of them. Angel wrapped my arms around her stomach and set hers on top of mine.

We were comfortable again and she put her weight back down on me. We were snug in tight with the blanket and pressed firmly together with my arms around her. She whispered into my ear how nice this felt and she liked being close to me. She kissed me innocently on the cheek. I was getting hard again at the closeness of us and the feeling of my hands against her bare stomach. Her kiss on my cheek did the rest. She giggled a little and said there we go thats what I've been looking for. She whispered into my ear again and said the following.

"Uncle I love to tease you. I let the other men fuck me but you can't have this. I'm your dirty eighteen your old niece you can look but you can't touch. I know you masturbate thinking about me. You want to bury that big cock of yours into my tiny pussy. If you start to buy me clothes I'll wear it for you. If you buy me what I want I may even show you my tits. I have a slutty mouth made for sucking dick but you only get to imagine what it feels like."

With that she kissed me again and put a finger suggestively up to her mouth. Is that ok with you uncle she asked in that pouty face and voice of hers. I shuddered and a chill went up and down my body. My mouth was totally dry and I couldn't speak but I managed to nod. She gave me a devlish smile and laughed a little. With that done she moved her hands down to my thighs. Slowly her hands went up my legs until she got to my balls. She gently rolled her fingers around them with one hand and grabbed my cock with the other. I bet that feels good she said.

Angel gave my cock a few strokes over my swim trunks and then sat up off me. She told me to take my shorts down so I did. She sat back down on me just like before. Angel took her hand and put it around my throbbing cock. She whispered over about how warm it was. She told me it was so hard and big. She told me how it was one of the best cocks she had ever felt. Angel squeezed the shaft a bit harder though and said its my cock now. She repeated its my cock now and looked at me like I was to respond. I managed with my dry mouth to say yes its yours barely audible. She laughed pretty loud then and they turned from the front to see what was going on. She said oh uncles really funny and began to stroke my cock again under the blanket.

When they turned around and went back to talking she stopped. Angel pulled her hand up to her mouth and licked some of the pre-cum off of her fingers. She made tasty noises and smacked her lips in enjoyment. Overly dramatic for sure to add effect and said how good my cock tasted. She said it was a shame since it was the best she had ever tasted. With that she took a bunch of saliva from her mouth and drooled it onto her hand. She put her hand back under the blanket and let her warm saliva drip down my shaft. She rubbed it all over my cock and balls. She was stroking my cock ever so slowly and rubbing my balls. She would periodically stop to prevent me from reaching orgasm.

After a while her spit had dried out and she put her hand back toward her mouth for more. Her pussy was resting against my cock with only her thin bikini bottom between us. It was so hot and wet I couldn't believe it. She was really into this and teasing me. When she put her hand back down this time I noticed she kept getting her pussy closer to it. She was really starting to grind against my dick again and liking it. I could feel her breathing changing and her face was flush. I could feel her pussy juices flowing now onto me. I started to realize that she was really into it. Like really into so much that I thought she was going to cum even. She continued to stroke me and push herself against my cock. Finally I thought she would let me come I was on the brink. She stopped suddenly again my hips moving on their own and she grabbed hardly around the head and prevented me from coming again.

At this latest denial I was getting mad now. I thought not again no fucking way. I almost took my own hand and finished myself off. Ignore the consequences of what was happening. I was really seeing how much she was into it. I began to rationalize about what a slut she really was. She always dresses like one, she is being one right now for sure, and I know shes had sex a lot. She was on the verge of making herself cum right now and was really enjoying my cock. I thought to myself fuck it. I knew from the massages that I gave her she liked it rough. She loved when I was firm with her moving my arms all around her lower body.

She was smiling at me and giggling after her latest denial. Up till then I had been like a motionless doll not doing anything. When I smiled back at her it took her by surprise a little. I took my right hand off of her stomach and moved it slowly up her side and back. I got the back of her head and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled tightly. Her eyes widened and she said what are you doing. I put my lips up to her ear and softly said.

"Sweet Angel my sexy little eighteen year old niece. You have teased me for the last time. I realize now what a dirty fucking slut you truely are. Even now I can still feel your dirty cunt juice dripping down onto me. I think it is you who rams her fingers deep inside pretending it is my cock. Yes I will buy you stuff like you said to me earlier. Not so that you can tease me but so that you can look slutty for me. You are right this cock is your cock from now on. I will give it to you and you will have no other. I will be the one taking your pussy you dirty slut. Angel I'm going to fuck you so hard and so long that you won't be able to walk straight. I'm going to do things to you that you didn't know were possible."

I took a great big deep breath of her hair and exhaled a long hot breath on the back of her neck. She shook on top of me and nodded when I asked if she understood. With my hand still holding her hair tight I turned her head and began to nibble on her neck. I bit the lobe of her ear gently and kissed it. Then I quickly kissed her deeply on the lips. After letting go of her hair she continued to look at me in disbelief. In one quick pull I undid the top of her bikini and it fell down onto the floor. I then told her to take off her panties and she did so willingly. She sat back down and now the outter lips of her soaking wet pussy were against my pulsating member.

I took both of my hands and placed one on each of her breasts. I was finally cupping a handful of her perfect melons. Her nipples were so hard and apparently very sensitive. With my hands around her breasts I used my index and middle finger to pinch her nipples. I then used my thumb and index finger to grab them tighter and twirl them. She let out a little whimper of both pleasure and pain. As I did that for a while I went back to kissing her neck and around her ear. She was really getting into it and grinding on my cock with her pussy lips. I think she was trying to get me inside her but I told her to stop moving.

She did as I said very reluctantly. I then put one hand on each of her knees. Very painfully slow I dug my fingers into her legs and move up them. At first on the outside of her thighs moving all the way down to her hips and giving her ass a little slap. Again I put my hands on her knees and very slowly dug my fingers spread apart into her thighs. When I got all the way up this time I went up her stomach with both of my hands. I grabbed her nipples again and twirled them roughly in my fingers. She couldn't help but move her hips helplessly. She said please fuck me I need it so bad. I ignored her and put my hands back on her knees. This time I went slowly up her inner thighs. Not scratching her but digging my fingers and scraping up slowly her inner thigh.

I got up to where her leg connects on the inside of her thigh but didn't touch her vag. I went around it again connecting my hands and rubbing her lower stomach. I then slowly moved my hands in a pattern. From connecting together above her clit on her lower stomach around her inner thighs and back up. I made slow firm moves around her outter lips. She was grinding furiously against my hands needing release. She suddenly took her own hand and put it on her clit rubbing furiously. I grabbed her hand back immediately. With that I kept one hand rubbing her thighs and moved my other hand up toward her neck. I firmly placed my hand around her throat not choking her or cutting off breathing in anyway. Just around her neck above her tits and pulled her close.

I moved my other hand over her pussy just quickly enough to grab some flowing juices. While keeping my hand near her neck I put my other hand in her mouth.

"Angel, Angel, Angel what a fucking slut you are. Here you are grinding on your uncles lap crying to get fucked. Taste that pussy juice it is oh so sweet. Pretend it is my cock and suck on it. Use your tongue slurp on my fingers and roll it around. If you want me to let you cum you have to beg for it. Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how much you need it. If you can convince me I'll give you what you want."

I kept my right hand around her throat and pulled my left hand out of her mouth. I went back making sure to grab each breast and pinch both of her nipples fairly roughly. I slowly continued down past her stomach with my fingers spread wide. I left my ring finger go to the left of her lips and my middle finger go to the right. I dug my fingers back into her pelvis and moved them slowly into her. I made sure not to directly push onto her lips but against the area around them. I breathed heavily down her neck again and said well.

"Uncle I am sorry. I was a dirty slutty tease. I am yours now and won't do that again. I need your big, hard, fucking cock now. Put it deep inside me and rip me open. I need you to fuck your niece Angel so bad. Stick that cock inside my eighteen year old pussy and let me cum now. Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me now please so bad I need it."

She was practically drooling at that point. I gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek and told her everything would be fine. I knew we were getting close to the convenience store near the beach. We always stopped there so I had to move things along. I took my hand off her neck and again grabbed a handful of hair. With my left hand I pushed her pussy lips together. I pulled them away from her body and let them go. I teased her outer lips a few times then peeled them back. I let her pussy sit down on my cock while it was spread open.

I didn't put my cock in her but I let it rub up and down on her opened lips and clit. I gave her clit a little flick and she tensed up every muscle in her body. She loosened up and I started to make some quick small circles on her clit. Rubbing her and pinching her she was getting close. Her hips were bucking hard against me uncontrollably. Its time I whispered into her ear. With my right hand pulling her head back tightly I began sucking on her neck again. I took my left hand and grabbed my cock. I moved it toward her wet soaking pussy hole. Once I felt the opening I slowly moved the tip against it. Even after all of this I felt resistance she really has a tight cunt. Then quickly and unexpectedly I thrust my hard cock deep inside her.

She instantly spasmed on top of me. She was making all kinds of noises of pure extacy. She had to bury her head into the blanket and she was drooling. I thought she had let go of herself and I felt a huge rush of liquid. She came so hard and so much the whole area was soaked. Her pussy walls were contracting and squeezing my cock I thought it was going to break off. She shuddered and shook for what seemed like minutes before collapsing back into me drained of all her strength.

She laid on my motionless unable to move for minutes. When she started to stir again I put both my hands on her tits again. I pinched her nipples again and seen a tear slowly run down her face. She begged me no they are so sensitive I can't take it. I whispered into her ear now its my turn. I put my hand back on her clit and started to pull at it again. Small circles, pinching, flicking, and rubbing she cried out for me to stop. I'm going to pass out I feel very dizzy she said. I ignored her complaints and led my dick back toward her pussy lips.

Again quickly without warning I thrust my cock deep inside her and kept it in. She tried to get off me and another tear went down her face.

"Please uncle stop it feels too good I can't take it."

I had only managed to move in and out of her a few times when I realized we had pulled into the parking lot. The parking lot was in the back behind the convenience store. There was no other cars around. Everyone jumped at the opportunity to get out of the car but I slowly continued to fuck her. Slow steady deep strokes in and out of her wet pussy. The kids ran to the store but the people in the front said Angel looked ill. She said weakly that she was fine she just needed a drink. I told them I'd stay out in the car with her and they all left.

With that I threw her down onto the back seat of the car. She was laying down her back into the cushion with a dazed look up at me. I was finally able to see her naked she was perfect. Her legs spread so wide the sweat smell of sex erupted from under the blanket. I wasted no time burying my cock into her pussy again. I left it in and leaned over to suck on each of her beautiful nipples. With no one around she was finally free to cry out and scream. I put my weight down on top of her and began to move my hips.

I put my right arm behind her head and my left arm on the outside of her leg. I furiously moved my hips to fuck her. I deeply and sloppily kissed her. Forcing my tongue inside her mouth to dance with hers. With short quick strokes I made sloppy pounding sex noises. My balls slapped against her ass. She was grinding back against me and I could feel her starting to contract again. She yelled out so loud.

"OOOOOOOOOOHH FUCKKKKKKKKKK YESSSS"

I had to pull out so I wouldn't come in that instant. I was really close but I wanted to cum in her mouth and make her swallow it. I got off her and grabbed the back of her head. She had little energy left with no fight in her. If I didn't make her suck my cock she wouldn't have been able to do it.

"Angel you little slut. I am going to fuck the shit out of your face right now. I want you to take the whole thing down your throat. You will swallow all of my hot seed or you will be punished."

I sat back down on the backseat and she leaned over me. I made her get on all fours and pulled her hair back. No hands I made sure she understood. Before I let her suck it I made sure to slap her on the side of the face a few times with my dick. I told her to start kissing it. She began to kiss the tip of my cock and slowly put it into her mouth. Her tongue was amazing unlike anything I've ever felt before. That tongue ring and her technique was sooo good. I said we will save that for another time I'm here to fuck that face. I put both hands through her hair and made her look at me.

I roughly poked my cock on the inside of her cheek and gave her face a few soft slaps with my hand. I told her to remember to swallow it all. Finally with both my hands grabbing her long thick hair I began to move her head up and down. Her mouth was open as wide as she could make it and drool was slobbering down my shaft and all over my balls. I told her to play with my balls while I fuck her face. I moved her head up and down faster and faster. Then I held her head up a bit getting close to cumming. Again making sure she looked those dirty green eyes right at me I started to thrust my hips. Faster and faster I bucked my hips into the back of her throat. At the same time I pulled hard on her head and pushed her down onto my cock. Her eyes were watering and tears were falling down her cheeks.

"Angel your mouth is amazing. You are the best cocksucker in the world. My niece the whore. swallow it all bitch here it comes."

I felt the rush of liquid move inside my body. My body convulsed in pleasure with the strongest and longest orgasm ever. She coughed and choked on the white sticky cum that came out. I continued to pull her up and down my cock as loads of hot semen shot from the head of my cock. I swear there was so much cum that I seen some come out her nose. I couldn't move but knew I had to. We both struggled to get dressed and got out of the car just in time for everyone to comeback. I thought to myself this was only the car ride up we still had the whole weekend together..

145 He's an Adult Now

grgy56

"Oh yes, Wes! Come inside me!" Jazz screamed. "Come inside my cunt!"

Jazmine Smith or as she preferred Jazz, was the young single mother of Weston. The looks of the very pretty 34 year old with shoulder length, fine blond hair hadn't changed much when she had her son just over 18 years ago. She foolishly got lead on by an older, hormone infested boy who convinced her to give him her virginity.

"No honestly, Jazz. There is no way for you to get pregnant when you are a virgin." He told the young teen. What he told her was true. She couldn't get pregnant if she remained a virgin but once he popped her...

The boy's family covertly moved away after that. They pretended to go on vacation but never came back. Weston was born into and raised by Jazz's family; her father Dave and mother Marissa. When Dave and Marissa were killed in a head-on collision and with any other relative unwilling to help, Jazz had no choice but to raise Weston on her own.

Jazz and Weston moved away from the small town they were in to a larger city where Jazz got work as a bartender hoping for bigger money. The small little, cheap, two story townhouse they lived in was all she could afford. Jazz did her best to provide Wes. In return, Wes helped his mother as much as he could. He did well in school and as a star athlete, was hoping to get a sport scholarship so his mother wouldn't have to pay for his higher education.

Weston was about 16 when he had his big grow spurt. He went from a fit boy to a strapping youth. At 17, Wes stood about six-one, one hundred-ninety five pounds. That summer, when Jazz saw him in helping out in the teeny garden in just his shorts, she noticed how built he was with broad shoulders, a six pack and strong legs.

One Saturday, Jazz returned from grocery shopping and found Wes sitting in the living room playing some Xbox with a couple of his team mates.

"Hi Tim and Gerry!" Jazz smiled at the young teens. "Wes, I bought some sodas if you guys get thirsty."

As Jazz went to the kitchen, she overheard Gerry say, "You're mom's hot!"

Tim whispered, "Yeah, wow! She's a real MILF!"

"Would you guys shut up!" Wes glared at his pals. "She's my mother you know!"

Jazz smiled to herself. Not sure if it was because the two teenagers thought she was still hot or the fact that her son defended her honour. She went to upstairs to her bedroom to change. Stripped naked and standing in front of her full length mirror, her baby blues looked at her own reflection. While she was no longer as slim as she once was, Jazz was very attractive. She cupped and cradled her 35 C breasts and pinched her raspberry sized nipples. Her hands slid down over her belly noting she still done little to rid her remaining pregnancy weight. A hand continued downward to her smoothly shaven pussy and found her slit already wet. A finger easily slipped inside.

Jazz turned her back to the mirror and looked at her bum. It was still the smooth, tight, round butt she had as a teen. Her legs were still strong and shapely. When she wore stockings and garters, they would drop every man to their knees.

"Mom! The guys and I are..." Weston's head popped around the open bedroom door. When he saw his naked mother, he pulled back out. "Oh! Sorry, I..."

Jazz quickly grabbed something to cover herself. "Uh... It's okay, Wes. I should have closed my door. What did you want?"

"Um... the guys and I are going to shoot some hoops. I'll be back later." Weston mumbled back and quickly ran downstairs. "Bye!"

Jazz was totally embarrassed that her son had seen her without clothes. Then she felt driplets roll down her inner thigh. "Gawd, I'm so wet! Good thing he didn't catch me fingering."

The tingling between Jazz's thighs refused to cease. She opened the drawer on her night table and pulled out her 6-inch cock-shaped vibrator. She jumped on her bed and pushed the toy between her spread legs and into her hot, soppy hole.

Later that afternoon, Weston had returned home alone. His shirt and shorts were soaked with his stinky sweat and planned to have a shower. He pushed his wet shorts to his ankles and kicked them off. Jazz was in her bedroom gathering her dirty clothes. "Wes, I'm doing laundry. Let me have your wash."

Weston did not hear his mother call out as he struggled to pull the soaking wet, sticky tee over his chest and head. Jazz pushed his slightly ajar bedroom door open. "Wes! Did you hear me? I'm doing a wash..."

The shirt was stuck over his head as he turned to the voice. Jazz's stared at his cut body. Her mouth dropped when she saw his cock. It was thick and uncut; hanging about beautiful eight inches. She just stood there staring.

"Mom! I'm changing!" Wes shouted at his mother.

Jazz's concentration was broken and she retreated out shutting the door behind her. "Sorry Wes!"

Later, Weston chuckled as his mother. "Well guess we're even now. I saw you naked so it's only fair."

"You know Wes, when Tim and Gerry were here, I heard them talk about me." Jazz said. "What do you think? Am I a hot MILF?"

"Mom!" Wes taken aback by his mother's question.

"Well, you can tell me." Jazz continued.

"Uh... Well... Okay..." Weston hesitated. "Yes, you are. Tim and Gerry aren't the only ones who keep saying it either."

Jazz couldn't help but keep thinking of her son's cock. That night as she went to bed, she thought who would be the lucky girl he's fuck with that thing. She fingered herself to sleep.

Next summer came quickly. The now eighteen year old Weston graduated top of his class and was well on his way to getting a full sport scholarship. His summer job was working for some lawn care company mowing grass. The work was hard and Wes came home dog tired. He often just ate dinner, showered and went to bed.

It was going to be a hot, stinking, humid summer and it was just after Canada Day; Weston's birthday. The house was like an oven inside without any air conditioning. The only night time relief was a slight breeze which blew through the bedrooms but only if both doors were left open. Wes was already asleep when Jazz walked by his room. He had kicked off his covers and laid on his back in bed naked. From the doorway, Jazz stared at her son's cock light by the moonbeam through his open window.

"God dammit, Jazz!" She swore under her breath. "That's your son."

Jazz changed into her flimsy, baby doll night gown. It was pretty much lacy and see though. The panties were tiny thongs. She laid in bed but failed to fall asleep. Her mind raced with thoughts of Weston's manhood. She recalled Wes's shithead of a father. He was nowhere near the size of their offspring. Her pussy became very wet.

"No! Stop thinking of it!" Jazz reprimanded herself. "Water. I need to get some water."

She poured herself some water from the upstairs bathroom and started to walk back to her room. She could not help but look at her son's cock again.

"Uh... Uh..." Moaned Wes quietly. His hips thrusted. "Uh... Uh..."

"He's having an erotic dream." Jazz watched in amazement. Her hand slid inside the waistband of her thong and found her slit dripping wet. Her fingertip diddled her clit as Wes continued to dream.

Wes' movement became a bit more vigorous. Jazz matched him until she saw his cock spew out his white hot sperm onto his chest and belly. Jazz's knees buckled when she came at the same time.

She shook herself back to reality and scurried off to her own bed.

Next morning, an embarrassed Jazz said little to Weston as he left for work. "Mom. Can you do some laundry for me please? I'm running out of things to wear for work."

Jazz collected her dirty cloth and went into Weston's room to collect his. She decided to change his bed linen as well and started to strip the bed. There was a huge, dry, crusty stain in the middle. "Holy shit! How much can he cum?"

There was a wad of crumpled paper on the floor. Wes had missed the waste basket. Jazz picked it up to toss it into the trash when she noted something beneath some used tissues. Carefully she pulled it aside with a cautious finger and exposed a used condom. It was tied closed but it was filled it white cum.

His new girlfriend, Shannon was over a couple of days ago while she was out. "I guess they did it then, but oh my gawd she must be good. Look how much she made him cum!" Jazz thought. "At least Wes is more responsible than his father ever was."

That night was another hot stinker. An exhausted Wes laid naked and uncovered in his bed. A naked Jazz walked by his room again. The urge was overpowering. Instead of just observing, she entered Wes' room. She sat on the edge of his bed and stared at his wonderful tool. Something seemed to guide her hand to it. She wrapped her fingers around his girth and felt it grow bigger and bigger until her fingers could not reach around to touch anymore.

"Oh...!" Moaned Wes in his sleep. His hips started to thrust again; Jazz's hand stroked him opposite to his thrusts.

A bead of pre-cum glistened in the moonlight. She wanted it. She needed it. Carefully she licked it with her extended tongue. "Mmm... Delicious!" Jazz's mouth opened wide to taste her son's cock for the first time. She stretched her lips engulfed his knob and swirled her tongue to lap up more leaking juice.

"Mom?" Jazz heard. "MOM! What are you doing?"

"Sh... Wes. Relax." Jazz said then went back to sucking Wes' cock. While it has been a long while since the last time she did it, Jazz was a naturally talented cock sucker. Her abilities made Wes abandon any of his concerns.

"Oh Mom! That feels nice. Uh! Oh fuck!" A more relaxed Wes groaned. "Take more... Please!

Jazz shifted. She stretched her mouth open and took more of his fully hardened meat into her mouth. She was about halfway down and had five more inches to go on his rock hard shaft. From that angle, she managed only another three inches. Determined, Jazz had Wes part his legs so she could kneel in between. She took hold of her son's muscular butt cheeks so she could pull her face further down. His meat was huge but she was undeterred and pushed her head down until his sparse pubic hairs tickled her nose. She rested her chin on his big balls as she choked with him down her throat.

"Oh gawd, Mom! I thought Shannon was a good at sucking cock but wow!" Told Weston to his gagging mother. Jazz backed off about half way to get a breath then swallowed him again. "Oh gawd! Oh fuck! Jeeze!"

Jazz used her hands to massage Wes' sack as her mouth worked the upper two-thirds of his dick. Her spit drooled out of her mouth, over his balls and into his ass crack. Wes felt her finger use it as lube to invade his rear hole. He took a deep breath as she pushed it inside. "Oh GOD! Ooooh...! Mom, I want to cum. Can I cum in your mouth?"

Jazz stopped and pulled of suddenly. "No. I don't want you to cum yet. I want to feel your cock inside me first! I'll let you cum on my face!"

Without waiting for Wes' response, Jazz mounted herself on top of him. His kielbasa sized sausage easily penetrated Jazz's cock starved cunt. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. Certainly nothing this big had ever been inside of her. While she wanted it to last, her body desired it reward. Leaning forward, she held Wes by his wrists over his head. Her feet were hooked onto his thighs as she grinded herself into her son. From grinding to slowly rocking back and forth to rising and slamming down on Wes' cock; in and out, she knew her orgasm was almost there.

"Mom! You're going to make me cum." Warned Wes. "We aren't using protection! I'm not wearing a rubber!"

Unrelenting, Jazz continued to fuck her son hard ignoring his concern. Wes' balls tightened and knew what was about to occur. He gave his mother one last warning. "Mom! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum inside you!"

"Oh yes, Wes! Come inside me!" Jazz screamed. "Come inside my cunt!"

Wes' balls exploded like a megaton of TNT. His pisser sprayed out his cum like a firehose at a five alarm fire.

"Uuuh...! Uuuh...! Uuuh...!" Grunted Wes as he continued thrusted upward to fire his load into his mother's womb.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" Jazz thrashed about on her son. "Fuck! Oh G...A...W...D!"

With that, Jazz collapsed on Wes' heaving chest. His cock pulsed inside of her; her body reacted with a jerk at each mini-orgasm it caused.

Finally garnering enough strength, jazz managed to roll off her son. Immediately, white cum flowed from her gapped slit.

"Mom! Mom! What did we do?" Wes called out. "Well I know what we just did but Mom..."

"Sh... Wes. It's okay." Jazz purred. Her soft hand that rested on his chest moved downward over his muscled belly and found Wes was still rock hard. She stroked it. "Still feel like cumming on my face?"

Jazz awoke the next morning after fucking her son Weston. It continued to be steaming hot summer nights when she found Wes asleep uncovered and naked in his bed. The first time she watched Wes have a wet dream and shoot his huge load of cum on to his own belly. Then next night, Jazz found herself overcome by something that made her fuck her own son.

Jazz sat on the sofa inside her their tiny apartment. She sipped on her coffee when Wes came downstairs. He was bare chested but wore some boxer briefs.

"Morning, Mom!" he came over and kissed Jazz hard on the lips. He groped his Mom's 35C breasts and pinched her nipples. "That was incredible last night. I couldn't believe how hard you made me cum... Or how many times either!"

Jazz gently guided him away with her hands. He was already sporting a huge boner inside his underwear. "Wes. That was really improper. You shouldn't treat any woman let alone your own mother that way. And we shouldn't have done what we did last night even if we both enjoyed it."

Jazz explained what and why it happened. "It had been a while without a man and I let my hormones get the better of me. Yes, I did enjoy it but I don't think it's a good idea to do it again. Do you?"

"I understand Mom. I'm sorry." Wes apologized. His semi-flaccid dick was hanging down one of the leg holes. Jazz lips parted as she spotted the tip of his exposed knob. Wes smiled at his mother's reaction and started to get hard again.

"Fuck!" Jazz swore to herself. She dropped to her knees in front of her son and pulled down his boxers. His hard dick slapped her in the face. Wes placed his hand on the back of her head as Jazz grabbed the base and pointed his solid dick to her parted lips. She guided it into her open mouth and swirled her tongue around his hefty head. "God, I love your cock!"

Jazz slowly rocked her head back and forth, taking more and more of Wes' salami into her mouth each time. Her throat was still sore from the night before and could only managed to take in about eight of his ten inches.

Wes reached down and pulled off his mother's top. Jazz was braless beneath. He made her lay back on the sofa and straddled his leg over her torso plopping his fat meat between her mounds. Jazz squeezed her C's together as Wes tit fucked her. His thrusts were getting harder and harder. The knob of his joystick bashed against Jazz's chin. Jazz lowered her mouth enough so the tip of his leaking pisser was pressed against her lips.

Wes' eyes closed and his head tilted back. His forward thrusting jerks became harder and harder until...

"Uuuhhh...!! Uuuhhh...!! Uuuhhh...!! Uuuhhh...!!" Wes splattered Jazz's face with his white, hot cum. "Uuuhhh...!! Uuuhhh...!! Uuuhhh...!! "

When he was finished, Wes looked down at his mom and chuckled. She looked as if her face was covered with creamy pudding.

Jazz licked off as much as she could. "Hope you're not finished yet!"

Wes smiled back and pulled off Jazz's bottoms. He put her legs on his shoulders and dove face first between her thighs.

"Oh! OOH! OOOOHHH my GAWD, Wes! Where did you learn how to do that?" Jazz cried out.

As Wes dined on his mother's juicy pussy, he realized how different she tasted from Shannon. Both were sweet tasting but still different. His longer than average tongue penetrated deeply into his mother.

"Oooh gawd! Oooh fuck yeah that's good, Wes. Just like that." Jazz cried out as her son savagely attacked her cunt. "Don't stop! Please make me cum!"

Wes had other ideas. He wanted his mother to beg for it even more than she was. He stopped.

"Wes! Noo...! Please! Please let me cum!" Jazz begged.

Instead, of eating her, Wes readjusted himself and penetrated her with his ever-hard cock. He shoved it into her with one stroke.

While her pussy was on the edge and still begged for release, the different feeling of being fucked by a cock verse a tongue was like starting over. Wes banged his mother hard and relentlessly. Her pussy walls retracted and sucked at his cock. And even though he had just cum all over his mother's face, he easily shot another gigantic load into her womb.

"Uuuhhh...! Uuuhhh...! Uuuhhh...! Uuuhhh...!" Grunted a coming Wes. Jazz wasn't ready for him to cum nor was she ready to cum either. She thrusted her hips into her son trying to make herself cum but couldn't before Wes had finished. Wes expelled once last blast. "Arrrhhh...!"

Panting, Wes pulled out of Jazz. His white cream outflowed from her quivering, unsatisfied, gaping cunt. Jazz tried to use her legs to pull him back in but failed. Exhausted, Wes sat back on his heels.

"Sorry, Mom. I got nothing left right now." Wes lied and said pretending to be sorry. "Maybe later if I recover."

Masturbating in the shower did little to satisfy Jazz's aching pussy. She really needed... wanted Wes' cock inside her.

Jazz rested on her bed trying hard to ignore her horniness when Weston called through her closed door.

"I'm going out for a bit after to meet with Shannon."

Jazz liked Wes' new girlfriend. Wes and Shannon started dating only a while ago. Shannon was a beautiful, dark haired, Irish girl with a shapely body and big boobs. Jazz discovered the two had sex when she found a condom filled with Wes' cum.

"Okay, Wes. Would she like to come over for dinner tonight? I'll do some shopping and buy some burgers if that is okay." Jazz managed to ask Wes.

"I'll ask her but I think it should be okay." Wes replied. "Thanks Mom... And I'm sorry again."

Jazz smiled and thought to herself. "He is such a good boy even if he leaves his mother hot and horny."

After Weston had left, Jazz got dress to go shopping. Just a Tee and her stretchy, thigh-length skirt atop of her matching lacy red bra and French cut panties. She made a mental list of things to buy. "Meat. Bun. Slaw. Chips. Soda and beers..."

It was a nice warm day. The rain last night had help break the humidity a bit. "I need a cig before I go."

Jazz's bedroom had two dormer style windows. While they both opened, one opened less than halfway while the other about three quarters. Both either would stick or fall down. The cheap housing management deemed it a non-urgent matter to fix and was very low on their priority list.

When she smoked in her room, she would stick her head out the window so the fumes wouldn't stay in the house. Wes didn't smoke. The open windows were both propped open with pieces of hockey stick.

Leaning out the window, Jazz light her cigarette and took a deep drag. She let her mind drift back to the last night and this morning with Wes' cock deep inside of her. There was a gentle tingling reminder inside her tiny panties. She got wet again. "Oh my gawd that boy is big!"

"Buzzz..." A big bumble bee suddenly appeared in front of her face. Jazz's reflects caused her to rear back slightly and shoo the insect away with her hand. The bee easily avoided it and tried to enter through the open window. Jazz turned to swat at it but her elbow hit the piece of wood holding up the window and knocked it back into the bedroom.

It was a "Matrix" moment.

Jazz was about to duck back into the house. The window seemed to hesitate slightly and then dropped pinning Jazz in between. It all seemed to happen in slow motion.

"Fuck!" Jazz screamed. She tried to raise the window by pushing it up with her back but the stupid thing was stuck again. She tried and tried. While the humidity did drop, the exposed wood grain of the open window must have absorbed some moisture and swelled up.

Jazz looked around the complex for someone she could call out to and help but no one was around in the isolated courtyard area. Jazz must have tried for a good half hour to free herself but to no avail. A reluctant Jazz slumped until she felt something on her leg and caused her to tense again. She thought. "The fucking bee!"

The Apis climbed up the back of her leg. It was on the back of her thigh when she felt it reach the hem of her short skirt. The small window even prevented her from getting her arms through to chase the bee away. When she couldn't feel it anymore, Jazz figured it flew off but in fact was on the back of skirt. Unaware of where the insect was, she relaxed a bit again and tried to push the window back up. It didn't budge.

Meanwhile the bee was still on the back of her skirt. It crawled down and under the hem between Jazz's spread thighs. It ascended and jumped onto Jazz's panty covered pussy. Jazz reacted with a slight jerk but was afraid of being stung. She wiggled her bum a bit to try and shake it away but instead felt the bee move up and down and tickle her slit. "Oh fuck! That bee is making me wet!" In fact, there was already a tiny, growing wet spot.

There was a noise in her room behind her; footsteps? She tried to turn to see what it was but pinned in the small window prevented her from turning enough. "Wes? Is that you? The stupid window slammed down and I can't get out. Wes? Wes?"

There was no answer.

"Wes?" Jazz called out again.

She felt something on her butt. It wasn't the bee that was still tickling her pussy. It was two hands that grabbed and massaged her bum. Each kneading movement pushed the hem of her spandex skirt up higher and higher. It was just low enough to cover her cheeks but knew anyone looking would see her undies. While she couldn't see behind, she could tell her molester was kneeling behind her. "Wes? That better not be you! Wes? Wes!"

There was still no response. Just a "Pphfft!" as she felt a strong puff against her muff followed by a "buzz..." The bee then flew out the opening of the window. Jazz watched it fly away. She pleaded once more. "Wes... Get me out of here right now... Please...!"

Hot breath heated her honeypot. Her eyes widened as she felt a nose press against her where the bee had been and made her wetter. The unknown hands pushed her skirt up over her bum and around her hips. Fingers hooked into her panty's waist band and slowly pulled them down. Her spread legs prevented them from falling to her feet. Two hands spread her ass cheeks apart. A pointed, hot, wet tongue pierced her asshole.

With her horniness over taking her, Jazz's eyes closed and mouth opened but nothing came out but soft moans and drools of saliva. Her juices freely flowed from her quim and down her thighs. A tongue lapped it up; at least as much as it could. She pushed her hips back towards whoever was lapping at her. She spread her legs wider to give them better access. Her knees started to shake.

The unknown person rose to their feet. She felt something slide back and forth between her well lubricated pussy lips. It was long and hard. She knew what it was. Jazz wanted to protest but wanted it inside her more. Her hips rocked back and forth and matched the humping action of her unknown assailant. Her ragged breathing was heavy and hard. She willed her pussy to open up and let the massive cock slip inside her. It easily slid all the way in. It was deep and felt like it would split her cunt.

Two hands on her hips as the thick fuck stick slowly pulled back slightly and then deeply penetrated her.

Jazz wanted to cum; she needed to cum and tried to increase the cadence but was punished with a hard ass slap.

The monster inside her slowly increased its pace but not fast or hard enough for Jazz to orgasm. The short, hard, pouunding strokes told Jazz he was about to cum. She heard. "Uuuhhh...! Uuuhhh...! Uuuhhh...! Uuuhhh...!" and felt her belly fill. She tried to cum at the same time but was pressed against the window frame and could not fuck back.

Jazz remained un-satisfied as she felt the meat sausage pulse inside of her.

"Mom?"

Jazz opened her eyes to see her son Wes below. It took a couple of seconds before she could react.

"Mom!" Wes repeated. "Are you okay? What..."

It suddenly occurred to Jazz that the person who just came inside of her was not Wes. Her dripping pussy was no longer split open by the massive cock meat that was inside of her a few seconds ago.

"Wes! I'm stuck in the window!" jazz shouted down at him. "Someone is in the house. Help me!"

Wes put his hand in his pocket and pulled out some keys. In his panic, it went flying across the lawn and into the deep grass. It took a few moment for him to find them and open the door. He looked around the house but found nothing but an open backdoor.

He ran upstairs and found saw his mother. Her ass was a red as her freshly fuck cunt. Wes struggled to open the stuck window and get his mother free.

"There's no one in the house." Wes told his mom as the window popped up. "The backdoor was open though so I think whoever it was ran out the back."

Jazz really didn't care. Her body needed to climax. She braced her hands against the sill, spread her legs wide and ordered Wes.. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I need to cum!"

146 The Pimp Ch. 01

patric

I was nineteen when I recruited my first white bitch. It was about half past four, hot as hell, I'm kicking back outside my condo in South Central when I see this convertible crawling down the street towards me. It stops and this white dude, skinny, with gelled blonde hair and these super-dark shades leans out and gives me a shit-eating grin. "My man!" he yells. "You know where we can get us some blow?"

Fucking asshole. He sees some black dude hanging out on the street and he automatically thinks: drug dealer. I may be a pimp but I don't do none of that shit. I'm gonna fucking pull him out of the car and pop a cap in his ass when I see this chick sitting next to him. Fucking hot. I lean over the window and get a good look at her: a couple of years older than me, short pink skirt, long tanned legs, tight white top, big tits, blonde hair, beauty queen complexion, and this cocky little smile, with dimples and shit, like she knows she's the fuck of the year. She sees me looking at her but she don't give a fuck, she just giggles. I can tell they're both already high otherwise they wouldn't even be in this hood.

"Sure, my man." I say but he don't even get the sarcasm, he's so into impressing his bitch with how cool he is in talking to the big black guy. "Come back in an hour."

"An hour?" pouts the girl with this cute, dumb, valley girl voice. "I can't wait that long." I look at her. She's got these pink, rosebud lips and big blue eyes with long lashes.

"Alright." I say. "Wait there."

My man Jefferson deals. I'm straight round to his apartment to pick up a couple a ounces and a pipe.

When I get back they're still waiting. The girl's sitting on the hood of the car. Legs crossed at the ankle, one high heel dangling off her pretty little feet. The guy's pacing up and down. He's starting to get worried but he can't back down now.

"You wanna try before you buy?" I say. The guy almost snatches the pipe out of my hand and the girl slides off the hood, real slow and rolls towards us on her heels with her tight little ass swaying, this sexy smile on her face. She fucking wants it, man. Boyfriend's looking at her like: fucking dumb bitch, you wanna get raped by the nigger? But they both take a big draw on the pipe. The girl's tits expand as she breathes in and I can literally see her nipples get erect like the shit's got a hotline to her little pink cunt.

"Man, that's good." The guy squeaks.

"A hundred dollars," I say.

"How fucking much?" Fucking lame-ass got his balls back now.

"Maybe in future you should ask the price first."

The chick giggles. "He's got a point, Guy. Give him the fucking money."

He don't look happy but he takes this super expensive leather wallet out of his pocket and flips two fifties at me from this big roll of notes. Fucking dumbfuck. I could've rolled him there and then but I don't. I'm not into that shit either.

"Next time you come back maybe I'll give you a better deal."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he mutters. Gets back in his car and as he's driving away he shouts, "fuck you, nigger!" and laughs his fucking head off like he's just made the greatest joke of the century.

Obviously I wish I'd shot him dead straight out but the next day I'm sitting there when I see the convertible coming down the street again. This time, though, the chick's behind the wheel and her boyfriend's nowhere to be seen. She's got her hair down, flipping all round her pretty face, and when she gets out of the car I can see she's wearing these little pink shorts and another white top, cropped just above her pierced navel. "Hi, listen," she says in this big rush before I can say anything, "I'm, like, so, so sorry about yesterday. My boyfriend is such a prick."

"So why the fuck are you with the asshole?"

She pats the hood of the car. "Fucking parents cut off my allowance. He's the only way I get to drive around in a car like this. It's, like, strictly a commercial deal as far as I'm concerned."

Fucking knew it. Whore. They're all whores, one way or another.

I smile, real slow. "So you just came back to say sorry?"

"Well," she cocks her head to one side like a little girl. "I was kind of wondering if you've got any more of that good shit."

"Oh I got some good shit for you, baby."

I go and get another bag for her and hand her the pipe. "You want to join me?" she smiles, real coy, and pats the tan leather passenger seat of the convertible. I walk round the car slowly and she's watching me all the way as I get in beside her. "Oooh, you're too big for this little car," she giggles, and carefully lights the crack pipe. I love watching her suck on it. She breathes in and I watch as her tits rise and fall in her flimsy white top. Her eyes slowly shut and then half open. She moans slightly and hands me the pipe.

I pretend to take a draw but I'm not that dumb. Anyway I wanna be fully awake for what's gonna happen next. She's leaning back, her legs open slightly so that her bare thigh is brushing against my pants.

"You like that shit baby?"

"Uh huh," she moans. I reach over and stroke her blonde hair, pushing it out of her eyes. She smiles and I put my arm round her slim shoulders.

"You know something? You're fucking hot," I say.

She opens her blue eyes, and turns to look at me all sweet and innocent. "You think so?"

"You sexy bitch." I pull her towards me and she don't resist, smiling this half-smile like she's got me right where she wants me. I kiss her and her whole body bends towards me, her tongue searching out mine, her tits pressed against my chest, her hands stroking my shaved black head. She puts her hand on my thigh.

"You're so muscular," she says, pulling away slightly and squeezing my leg. I pull her back towards me and kiss her again, hard on the mouth and then all the way down her neck. She lets out a little gasp of pleasure. With one hand I find the lever that lowers the seat back and with the other I grab her top and pull it quickly over her head. She's not wearing anything underneath. Her tits are high and round, peaches and cream, and they wobble as the little top rides over them. I gently brush her hard nipples and she gasps again. The seat's almost horizontal and she's lying underneath me in just these little pink shorts, her head thrown back. She makes as though to pull her shorts down but I stop her and hold both her hands above her head with one of mine. She's getting real turned on. She's breathing hard. I grab the pink shorts in my other hand and tear them down her slim legs, just snagging on her bare feet.

"No panties!"

"It's the summer!" she protests coyly. Her bush is trimmed to a little half inch strip. Her pussy lips are glistening as her white thighs spread on either side of my waist.

"You're a fucking horny slut." I tell her and pull my shirt over my head. She presses both hands against my chest and then brushes them over my sixpack stomach. "Baby, you look so good," she moans. I can see her eyes are fixed on the bulge in my pants.

I pull them down quickly, the waistband snagging against my cock which is already hard.

"My God," she moans. "Oh my fucking god." She puts both hands round my stem and strokes it gently like she's never seen anything like it.

"You want that?"

"Yes," she moans. I run both hands down from her slim, white neck over her shoulders, and on to her large, round breasts. "Oh," she breathes.

Then with my right hand I spread her legs wider, so one foot's up on car door, the other's on the steering wheel, her pussy gapes and I can see she's already soaking wet. Carefully, I brush her clit and she squeals.

"You ever been fucked by a nigger?"

"No." She can hardly speak. Shaking her head back and forth and biting her lip hard. As I stroke her clit she's trying not to squeal but soon she can't help it and she's moaning like a bitch on heat. Her back's arched against the leather car seat and her toes are curling in pleasure. "I want your cock," she begs. Her bare ass slides backwards and forwards on the seat in sheer frustration.

"Say 'fuck me nigger!'" I order.

"Oh God, 'fuck me nigger!" she squeals.

"What did you call me?"

"Nigger!" she wraps her arms round my back, diggin her nails in and trying to draw me closer.

"You little white slut. I'm gonna fuck your fucking brains out." I'm still stroking her clit and she's squealing.

"Uh, uh, uh. Oh God!"

I spread her legs still wider then take my cock and brush it against her high cheek bones. "Kiss it," I order. She obediently runs her mouth up and down my cock before taking the head in her mouth. A wave of pleasure hits me. I drag my cock down her face and in between her tits, massaging it between them. She watches with her mouth half open as I slide it over her belly and then just very gently brush it against her clit. Her whole body judders. "Ughhh." She moans. "Inside me."

With one hand I scoop her up and flip her on to her belly. "Uh," she gasps again, feeling the cold leather against her tits. Then, with the other hand, I force her into a kneeling position with her round white ass in the air. "Oh God," she tries to turn round to look at me but I push her head down into the seat, her face is contorted, moaning into the expensive leather.

"Fuck me nigger, now, please," she begs.

Her pink cunt looks so good; shining and wet. I raise my cock and aim it carefully. She's shaking with anticipation. I draw my hips back and then, in one, hard, fast, moment I pierce her like an arrow, my cock throbbing with pleasure as the big apple-head brushes through her wet lips. "Ughh" she screams, half in pleasure, half in pain. "Do me. Oh God. Do me."

To start with I fuck her slowly, drawing my cock almost all the way out and then plunging it back into her hot, wet cunt. I stroke her hair and then push her head hard, back down into the seat, then grab both tits as I buck rhythmically into her. As I get closer to climax, though, I'm just fucking that bitch, banging her harder and faster, hardly even hearing her screams as she cums, holding on to her white shoulders with my big, black hands, fucking her and fucking her. Anyone could've seen us out there in the street in her boyfriend's convertible and the whole street must've heard her. I made her cum four times before at last I explode cum inside her, slowing down and pumping her gently till the last shot of jism's fired into her wet cunt. "Oh baby," she moans, "you're so good."

I roll her over triumphantly and kiss her flushed, red face. The bitch was mine.

It was two days later I saw the white bitch again. She was going into a big house not far from Beverley Hills. She was wearing tight blue jeans, a white t-shirt and carrying a little suede handbag that banged against her thigh as she walked. She looked fine. Her ass had this way of rolling like it was smiling at you saying 'fuck me, nigger, fuck me!'

I waited a little while and then went up to the big, white door and leaned on the bell. When she opened it it was like she didn't even see me straight away. A big black guy just wasn't on her register of things to be seen on a nice, respectable doorstep like that. She flicked her blonde hair out of her eyes. "You? Jesus! What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you, ain't you gonna invite me in baby?"

"Fuck!" she looked at me and folded her arms over her big tits. "I really don't know that it's a good idea you coming around here, I mean. . ."

"You had a good enough time last time round didn't you?"

"Sure."

"You ain't turned racist on me now sweetcakes?"

"You know I'm not racist." At that she gave me a coy little smile and put her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, arching her back a little so I got a good look at them titties thrusting into the flimsy white material. She'd kicked off her shoes and somehow her bare feet and painted red nails against the polished floor made her look even sexier and more vulnerable. I was getting wood already and then some.

"I know that, honey," I told her. I'm just joking with you. You going to invite me in or not."

"OK," she glanced around the neighbourhood to see if anyone had seen me. I guess they'd have just thought I was the pool cleaner anyway. "Quickly."

I walked in to a huge hall with two doors on either side, shut the front door behind me and then grabbed her and started kissing her.

"Hey!" she pulled away from me. "You can't do that. That thing we had was just a one off."

"A one off, huh?" I grabbed her again, put my arms around her, pulled her close to me and then slid my hands down her body to her ass. She resisted for, like, half a second and then her beautiful pink lips were on mine and her tongue was in my mouth. I slid my right leg in between hers and pushed her feet apart so that she was leaning into me, her pussy pressed against my thigh. "Oh God!" she breathed at last. "I can't believe you've come round to my boyfriend's house."

"Your boyfriend's house, huh? Is he likely to be back any time soon?"

"He might be. I don't know. He went to a reunion with college friends."

"Who gives a fuck?" I squeezed her perfect round ass hard and felt her hot breath against my face. "Strip." I whispered into that sweet little ear she had.

"No way," she looked up at me, kind of scared. "C'mon. I will fuck you again but not here for Christ's sake."

"I told you to strip." I pulled away from her and folded my arms against my chest.

She dropped her hands by her sides. "You're an arrogant prick. You think you can just come round here and fuck me?"

"I'm getting tired of your yapping, baby. We don't have much time now do we? The boyfriend's gonna be back soon. I want to see you naked baby. You're so hot. Ain't you impressed I tracked you down? C'mon baby, you're the hottest woman I've ever had." I gave her all that bullshit but it got the bitch all coy and giggly again. "OK, sweetie," she turned side-on to me and smiled. "I'll cut you a deal. I'll get rid of Josh tonight and then come out and find you somewhere."

"Don't think you understand," I shook my head. "I'm not one of your little white boys who can be put off and cock teased." I put my big black hand up to her pretty white face and caressed her gently. Her eyes half shut. "Are you going to take that top off for me baby?"

"Oh God." For a second she couldn't decide then, almost without thinking, she crossed her arms across her body and pulled her white t-shirt over her head. Her big tits were practically sitting up and begging in a tight pink bra and they wobbled as she flipped it past them and on to the floor. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"And the rest."

"Aren't you going to take something off, too?"

"Maybe." I grinned. She took the jeans off next, sat down kind of primly on the floor, wriggled her ass a little bit and then pulled them down over her ankles and tossed them to one side. It looked like her hands were shaking. "That is good, baby." I whispered. "That is real good."

She stood up dressed just in her matching pink bra and panties and pressed her tiny hands against my chest. "Now you."

I put my arms round her again and in one easy motion unhooked her bra. It slid down her back and fell to the floor with just this little, cute rustling noise. "I meant you take something off," she protested kind of weakly.

"No. You take them panties off." I was enjoying ordering the white girl around and I could tell she liked it whatever she might say to anyone. She took a couple a steps back and crouched down to remove her panties, her hair falling over her face a little bit. "Uh-huh!" I cheered. "You are a fucking slut. You are the number one white slut bitch in the neighborhood of Beverley Hills!"

"Stop teasing me!" She was naked, the panties were hanging off one foot but she kicked them to one side. Her face was flushed and her unbelievable round tits were too. There was a little sheen of sweat on her flat belly and she kept flicking her hair out of her face. I glanced down at her pussy.

"You need to trim that bush, girl!" She didn't. Her pussy just had a half inch strip of blonde hair on it but I loved the way she went an even deeper red and tried to cover that cunt with one of her hands while the other totally failed to cover them two big tits.

"Are you going to fuck me or not?" I could tell she was angry and ashamed of herself standing naked in front of a nigger while I was fully clothed. I could also tell that it made her horny as hell. I looked her up and down for a few beats and then pointed to the floor.

"Knees."

"What?"

"Get on your knees."

"Why? I'm not. . ."

"Just do it." I put my hand firmly on the top of her head and she went down on to her knees with only token resistance. Just like a white bitch should. "You know what to do."

"You want me to suck you, don't you. You bastard!"

"Just do it."

She paused as if to make a big show of how reluctant she was but I could see this gleam in her eye. She wanted to suck that big black dick. She loved submitting to me. She loved getting naked and getting on her knees. She started fumbling with the button on my fly and I grabbed her hair making her squeal. "Faster, bitch!"

Pretty soon she'd opened my fly and my cock practically sprang out, slapping her on the side of the face. She started kissing it, up and down the length. I tried to stay cool but the wetness of her mouth and her tongue felt real good. Then she put those pink lips over the head and ran her tongue around it a few times, backwards and forwards, swirling round and round. I grabbed the back of her head, took two handfuls of hair in my hand and pulled her closer so she slid her mouth down my stem. "Bounce it baby."

There was no hesitating this time. She began bouncing her head like a chicken pecking for corn. She slid way down me and then back up again, quicker and quicker. I was breathing hard but I didn't let her know how good it felt. I'd had dozens of bitches suck my dick but there was something about making a white girl do it in the hallway of her boyfriend's Beverley Hills house that just blew my mind. She looked so good, glancing up at me every now and then with her sexy green eyes before turning them back down on my big dick.

I guess I heard the sound before she did. I grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her mouth, pumping her. She gasped but did her best to take it. The door burst open just as I was about to burst. I pulled back and sprayed her face with my cum. It covered her lips, her chin, her nose and one side of her cheeks where she turned away at the last minute. It also hit her eyes so she didn't see her boyfriend standing there at first.

"Hey," I said withdrawing my cock coolly from his girlfriend's mouth. "You must be Josh."

"What the fuck!" His mouth hung open like a fish.

She opened her eyes and dragged the back of her hand across her cum-splattered face. "Josh. . ." It was almost like she was going to say 'I can explain!' but how the fuck was she going to explain that? Instead she said 'What are you doing here?"

"I had a call saying you wanted me back here right away."

"What? Oh God Josh I'm so sorry." She tried to stand up. There was still a little bead of jizz hanging off her chin. He turned away in disgust and then turned back to me. "You. . ."

"Yeah?" I put my dick back in my pants and looked him straight in the eye. "You have a problem with the fact that I just fucked your bitch in the mouth?"

"Get out." He was trembling with rage.

"Actually, I was just going."

I stepped past him, super cool. As I walked back on to the sidewalk, before the door closed behind me, I heard her say. "I don't understand it. Who could have called you?"

I smiled to myself. I wonder. . ..

147 The Pimp 2

patric

Next time I saw her she looked so mad I almost burst out laughing. It was just getting dark and she pulled up outside my place in a cab, got out with her arms swinging by her sides and literally marched right up to me with this you-fucking-bastard pout on her face. "Hey!" I called, real cool.

"He's thrown me out," she spat the words at me as soon as the cab drove away. I looked her up and down. She'd changed into fawn pants and she was wearing this suede jacket which hid those lush titties, her sweet blonde hair was tied back and she had an expensive looking hold-all slung over one shoulder. I thought back to last time I'd seen her: naked on her knees with my cum all over her face. I couldn't help but smile.

"What the fuck are you smiling about?" It looked like she was going to cry.

"Sorry baby, I'm just pleased to see you is all."

"You're pleased to see me? You just made my boyfriend throw me out of my house and now I've got nowhere to go."

"I didn't get him to throw you out," I leaned back on my car and watched her closely out of half-closed eyes. "It's not my fault he took exception to you sucking on my cock now is it?"

"You forced me."

"I forced you?"

"You know what happened," she choked back tears. "I would have done it. I would have sucked your cock anyway but you made me do it when you knew there was a chance I'd get caught."

"You're here to tell me off then, honey? Is that it? I've been a big bad nigger and the little white girl is gonna put me straight about a few things?"

"You know why I've come here?" she tried to get angry again but she just sounded pathetic. "I've come here cos I need to get high cos there's fuck all else going on in my life right now," for just a second she couldn't look directly at me. She stared at the ground and then straightened up and looked me in the eye. "I deserve to fucking get high. You can give me some fucking blow. That's the least you can fucking do."

"You got a potty mouth, girl."

"Don't patronise me. Have you got anything or not?"

"Sure," I nodded. I walked round to the other side of the car and her eyes followed me hungrily ever step of the way. It took a matter of seconds to load up the pipe but she got so impatient you'd think it was hours. She followed me, I sat down on the driver's seat and she stood in front of me and almost snatched the pipe out of my hands as soon as I'd lit it. She took it down deep into her lungs and her whole body relaxed. I gently put my hands behind her shoulders and pulled her on to my lap.

"Ohhh," she sighed, her head rolling back.

"You OK sweetie?"

"I got nowhere to go."

"I'm sorry. I guess it was kind of my fault that prick threw you out."

Her voice was sleepy and kind of raspy. "I would've sucked your big cock any time. I loved sucking your cock."

"I know you did. Come on, you can stay with me tonight."

"I can't do that. You'll fuck me up. You're a bastard."

"I won't fuck you up baby," I chuckled. "I'm gonna fuck you but I'm not gonna fuck you up." I picked her up easily and carried her inside to my apartment with her head on my shoulder and her arms loosely round my neck. "Oh baby your blow is good," she sighed again.

Effect didn't last long, though. We got inside my place and almost as soon as I laid her down on the couch she started waking up and I saw a glint in her eye that was getting mighty familiar.

"Take your clothes off," I ordered.

"OK," she smiled her sweetest, most coy smile and took off her jacket. I couldn't wait so I reached over and pulled her pants down revealing tight white panties. She was hurrying too. She was wearing a strappy blue top and she pulled that off and then undid her white bra practically in one movement. I looked her up and down. She looked so good. Her peaches and cream titties practically sat up and begged and her legs were long and smooth as candy. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards me. She kissed me hard, more desperately than she had before. I lowered her gently on to the floor in between my feet and kicked her legs apart.

"Take off those panties and stroke that pussy, bitch," I demanded.

She agreed without question. She wriggled out of her panties, leaving them carefully to one side on the floor and then her right hand went to her mouth, wetting her forefinger before snaking down to her clit. I watched her, thighs spread, back arched her left hand gently playing with both big tits. "You stroke me," she panted.

"What?"

"You stroke me!"

"You think that it's time to tell the nigger what to do?"

"No," she pouted without stopping stroking that clit. "I just thought you'd like it – I mean."

"I ain't your pool boy." I lazily kicked her thighs a little further apart so that she was spread as far as she could go.

"Ohh," she moaned in frustration.

"Call me daddy," I ordered.

"Daddy?" The dumb bitch looked kind of amused but she went along with it, her breathing getting a little ragged. "Please stroke me, daddy!"

I moved my big right foot on to her mound and began roughly dragging it back and forth. "Oh daddy!" she gasped, half angry half turned on.

"I'm going to fuck your ass," I announced. "I ain't done that yet."

"No way," her voice changed – went all hard and cold. "I don't do that."

"Well then you can get dressed, get the fuck out and pay me for the shit," I stood up and glared down at her.

"I'm not a…whore!" she protested with her legs still spread on either side of my feet so I was looking straight down on her spread pink cunt, and that little cute tuft of blonde hair.

"Then give me my money and get the fuck out."

For a second she looked like she was going to cry. "I'm not a whore," she repeated. "I'm not letting you fuck my ass as payment for drugs."

"I never said you was a whore."

"I'd let you do it anyway but you're so big it'll hurt."

"I'll be real careful."

"You promise?" She batted her eyelashes at me, flashing her big blue eyes like a choir girl, folding her hands over her tits.

"Sure, baby. Go upstairs to my bathroom you'll find I've got some lube that'll make it feel real nice."

She scrambled to her feet, her tits jiggling. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

I watched as her naked white ass disappeared up my stairs. I loved the way she ran, her little hands flapping by her hips like she was just off the cheerleader team, her blonde hair bouncing like a shampoo ad.

"Good girl," I told her as she arrived back, naked, nervously clutching a white bottle of lube in front of her tits.

"I'm not a whore," she repeated for the third time. "I'm trusting you that you won't hurt me."

I lazily stepped out of my clothes and her eyes got a more scared glint than usual when she saw my cock stiffening.

"You're way too big," she protested.

"We'll see about that," I growled. "Lube me."

She knelt on the floor in front of me, squeezed a large dollop of oil on to her palm and rubbed it into my cock from the head right down to my balls. It felt so good I couldn't help but smile down at her. "You gonna love this. Lie on your back."

She did as I ordered and I picked her up by her pretty little feet and pushed them backwards so that her sweet asshole was exposed.

"Ohhhh," she gasped.

"Now do yourself!"

It was so cute. I bet she'd never stuck a finger in her asshole before but she covered two fingers with lube and started smearing it in little circles around the entrance to her hole. Then she squeezed another white dollop out of the tube and pushed it gingerly up there, two fingers thrusting right inside. She was naked on her back with her feet practically by her head. I stared at her and almost laughed. Her tight little hole did look too small to take my cock.

"Say 'fuck my ass daddy!'" I commanded.

"Fuck my ass, daddy!" she moaned as her hands instinctively went back to her cunt and she watched me with big, scared eyes.

I got down on the floor in front of her and began rubbing my big applehead against her tight hole.

"Oh God," she moaned again but she started flicking her clit faster and I could tell she was unbelievably turned on. She cried out as I began pushing my cock inside her but she couldn't take her eyes off it. I pushed it in just a little way and then took it out.

"Say 'I'm a little white whore and my ass needs fucking'"

"I'm a little white whore and my ass needs fucking!" On the word fucking her voice almost broke as she stroked her cunt faster.

This time I pushed it in and kept pushing. She moaned but I couldn't tell if it was in pain or in pleasure. "Oh daddy!" she squealed as I fucked her.

"Yes bitch?"

But I could see she was losing her mind, her head was thrown back, her mouth was open and she was squealing like a bitch with every thrust. "Oh Daddy, oh God, fuck me, fuck me!"

My fingers were digging into her white calves where I was holding her long legs up, leaving little red circles. I pushed in further and, for the first time, my balls slapped against her ass. I was filling her up, her sphincter squeezing my cock so good I knew I was going to cum. As I got closer I held her ankles with one hand while slapping her ass hard with the other, making her squeal even louder.

"Oh yes bitch!" I crowed. "Stroke that cunt! Show me how much you love having that tight ass fucked."

"Oh yes! Yes! Uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" she was totally losing it, slapping the floor with her left palm, her tits jiggling uncontrollably, her blonde hair thrown back behind her head like a fan, her wet mouth open. "Oh God daddy!!!"

"Uhhh!" I came fiercely inside her, filling her ass with my seed, just as she came.

"Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhh!" she screamed.

"You fucking dirty slut," I laughed out loud slowing down my thrusts. "What kind of a whore cums from being fucked in the ass?"

She didn't reply. She was flushed and limp, her eyes closed, an expression half of shame half of ecstasy on her face.

I slowly pulled my cock out of her ass with a wet pop and then moved forward to straddle her head. Her eyes opened in shock.

"Clean me off, bitch," I ordered.

"No way!" she protested.

"If you ever want me to give you blow again you'll clean me off."

Without any further protest she took my softening cock and began licking it clean, tasting her own ass. She sucked as much of it as she could and then licked it like a cat, all the way down to my balls.

"Say 'thank you, daddy!'" I commanded.

"Thank you daddy," her face was bright red. I put her feet down on the floor and sat back up on the sofa.

"Go get me a beer from the fridge."

Without saying anything she struggled to her feet and demurely tried to clean off a little of the cum that was oozing from her ass hole. I watched her white ass as she bobbed into the kitchen. There was a pink mark, like a brand on it from where I'd slapped her harder than I thought. I picked up the phone by my side and dialled my friend Nile.

"Hey Nile," I chuckled. "I think I've got me my best bitch yet."

"What should we try next?" Karen asked playfully. The question echoed playfully within my head unleashing a slew of deviant desires that I'd never before dreamt possible. Unfortunately before my racing mind could settle upon a properly perverse plan for what to do next I felt the car begin to slow as Dad pulled off the highway.

Karen silently slipped her tongue into my mouth for one more kiss before climbing over the seat into the pile of pillows and blankets in search of her formerly forsaken top. Shifting my gaze out the window I realized we were pulling into a highway rest area. Just as Dad eased into park, Karen maneuvered her now fully clothed body back over the seat and settled herself next to me.

Unable to follow as Karen and my parents exited the car I remained stuck, contentedly, under Sarah's slender legs as she slumbered on. It still amazed me that she hadn't woken after all Karen and I had done to her enticingly lithe young body. My Curiosity about the matter was short lived though as Mom poked her head in the open door to say "Oh, Hun you can go ahead and climb out for a stretch. Sarah took a very strong sleeping pill before we left, and won't be up for hours". "Sarah takes sleeping pills...why didn't she say anything?" I asked, trying not to let my excitement show.

"Well she is a little embarrassed that she needs them. You know how she can be. Don't tell her I told you, Ok? I just didn't want you to be stuck in there."

"Sure thing Mom I won't say anything to her" I replied as I slid myself out from under my sister's legs.

Stepping out of the car I lifted my arms overhead to stretch out my muscles. Unable to stifle a yawn after my long stretch I set out in search of the restroom with my mind tangling into knots contemplating all that had happened and all that still could. We spent ten minutes or so at the rest stop before Dad let everyone know it was time to pile back into the SUV. Heading towards the exciting possibilities of the car I found myself walking behind Mom and Karen whose conversation I couldn't help but overhear.

"Karen sweetie would you mind riding up front and navigating for your father so that I can nap for a bit?" Mom asked using her sweetest Mom voice. Doing her best to contain her disappointment at being denied more back seat merriment Karen reluctantly agreed to the seat swap. Fairly disappointed myself I sped up to pass them and climbed in ahead of my cock blocking mother, and slid myself back under Sarah's waiting legs. Mom hopped in after me smiling at how cure she found Sarah sprawled out over my lap. If she only knew that right then her sleeping daughter's exposed belly was full of my cum. Cum delivered by her other daughter's talented mouth. My face split into a huge grin at the filthiness of it all.

Five minutes down the highway my hopes were rekindled when Mom decided she'd sleep better lying down and quickly disappeared into a cocoon of blankets behind the seat. Finding myself in a semi-private situation with my little sister, who seemingly would sleep through anything, I began to form a plan. Eager as I was a few minutes of patience to allow Mom to drift off ensured no intrusions for the foreseeable future. Mom's soft snoring was all the incentive I needed to set my plan in motion. Slowly, I reached over to once again raise Sarah's top over her bare breasts. Her perfect tits begged my touch and teased my imagination. Restraining my urges, for now, I grasped each side of her tight yellow shorts and gently slid them down to her knees. My eyes feasted on a well trimmed tuft of blonde hair and a deliciously tight little snatch. My cock was throbbing and my pants were again being soaked with precum. Wasting no time I slipped out of my pants freeing my cock. Luckily Sarah's pillow against her window blocked any easy view from passing cars. Sliding further over with my cock poking up between her legs I squeezed my aching hard on in between her thighs and right up against her exposed pussy. It was tricky with her shorts around her knees, but finally the base of my cock was slightly parting her pussy lips as the head stood eagerly oozing precum high over her cute blonde pubes. Everything was ready for the next part of my plan. I grabbed my phone held it to the side of my cock angled towards Sarah's face and snapped a pic.

Checking out my own handiwork I had to admit the picture came out perfect since it was taken from near her feet and at just enough of an angle that everything from her tits to her pubes brushing my cock was clearly visible. Smirking at my own deviousness I opened a new text to Karen, wrote 'Miss ya back here', attached the pic, and hit send. It didn't take long for Karen to reply. Her text read 'OMG! That is so fucking Hott! If she wakes up she will freak!'

Knowing that her heavy duty sleeping pill meant she wouldn't be likely to wake I decided to push things further. Reaching back careful not to wake Mom I grabbed another pillow to block the other side window then got to work. First her shorts then her top slipped effortlessly off leaving my little sister, who apparently didn't believe in underwear lying completely naked with my hard cock between her slender toned legs. Lifting her hand from between her side and the seat I positioned her fingers around my cock, and was about to take another picture when a better idea surfaced. Switching my phone to video and hitting record I started to lower and raise my hips. If her sleeping face hadn't been in the frame it would have looked like she was jacking me off with her thighs and hand. After ten seconds I ended the recording, attached it to a text, and wrote 'what's the matter...scared? Didn't seem to worried when spit a load of my cum down her sleeping throat sis ;) '

Waiting for Karen's reply it was obvious that even deep in a pill induced slumber Sarah's body was responding to my attention. The side of my ten inch cock was coated with her warm juices and even with my movements halted her sweet nectar continued to flow against my manhood and down onto my lap and balls. Reveling in Sarah's unwitting arousal I almost jumped when my phone buzzed its announcement of Karen's response.

K 'You are so bad! I am so wet for you...put it between her tits for me : ) '

Having anticipated Karen making a request my response was already ready.

J 'Only after you flash me'

K 'WTF how am I suppose to do that? Dad is right there!"

Again I already knew what to say I wrote 'You'll figure something out :p' , snapped a pic of Sarah after putting her top back on, attached it, and fired off my ultimatum. 'Karen shot back 'No! Don't dress her...ok ok I'll do it. Just give me a minute.'

It took a whole ten minutes but finally a pic arrived and I couldn't help smiling. Karen had fully unfolded a road map and used it to hide her luscious tits fully exposed to the camera as she stuck her tongue out at me. My hard on twitched happily against my younger sister's pussy which responded with a renewed deluge of her already abundant essence. Karen obviously thought I'd been counting on her backing down so I wouldn't have to go further with Sarah. Unlike me she didn't have a clue about the sleeping pills. That knowledge gave me a distinct edge in this game of tit for tat an edge which I would push as far possible. So without any hesitation I stripped Sarah's top back off, slid out from under and between her legs, and straddled her waist. The feeling of lowering my dick between those big perky tits while recording it for Karen was amazing. I couldn't resist squeezing them together and pumping my long hard dick between them. Stopping after a few seconds of titty fucking my sister I zoomed in on the glob of precum my cock had left on her chin, ended the recording, attached it to a text, wrote 'Too bad you won't get to see me explode on her face sis :p' and hit send. Karen replied

K 'Please! Jeremy you have to show me : ( '

J 'IDK...I've already shown you a lot. What can you show me in return?'

K 'Dad is right here and I can't use the map again...'

J 'Oh well, I'll just go ahead and finish without showing you : ('

K 'WAIT! What do you want me to do?'

J 'What are you willing to do?'

K 'Anything but don't get me caught by Dad'

J 'I can't control if you let Dad catch you so no deal.'

K 'Fine just tell me what you want...I'll do anything'

J 'I want a pic of you licking your nipple'

K 'If I do then you will cum on Sarah's face and video it for me right?'

J 'One pic won't earn you that but it will be a start'

K 'No fair! It's way harder for me up here.'

J 'You said you'd do anything...better hurry if Mom or Sarah wake then you'll lose your chance.'

K 'You are making me so horny! Fine I'll do it."

Surprisingly it only took Karen a couple of minutes to pull it off. The pic showed her shirt pulled up over her tits with one lifted up to allow her long tongue access to her hard round nipple. In the background was Dad with his head turned away as he checked the next lane over before switching into it. My balls were throbbing. I couldn't believe how brazen she had been. She was obviously turned on enough to be pushed further.

J 'Ok sis now I want a video of you fingering yourself'

K 'Ok, let me figure out how and I will.'

After several minutes of waiting I could no longer sit there unmoving with my cock between my little sister's tits. Starting my phone's video recorder for when Karen earned it I began to slowly slide my cock between Sarah's tits which immediately began to perk up. Her nipples hardened under my thumbs playful circling as I squeezed her firm mounds around my cock, still slick from her excessive wetness earlier on. The sensations I was feeling titty fucking Sarah were intense and my speed increased rapidly as I felt myself drawing ever closer to inevitable release. Making sure to keep the camera aimed true I began to whisper to Karen "When you watch this Karen I want you to know I am doing this for you". With that I could hold back no longer. My balls tingled and tightened and a deep moan escaped my lips as I blasted the largest load I'd ever shot all over my sleeping sister's face. The first few streams launched so far that massive globs coated her lovely blonde hair leaving long thick trails down across her forehead. The second set covered her from eyes to chin so much so that I wondered if she could breathe, but still more erupted drenching her face even more completely. When my orgasm finally subsided I had no idea how long it had lasted or how loud I'd been and Sarah was sucking in mouthfuls of my cum just to breathe. I watched as huge puddles disappeared into her sleeping mouth. Panic started to set in as I worried that this might be too much and she would wake or that my Mom would wake from her nap to a situation I'd have no way of explaining. Quickly shutting off the recorder I used a pillow case to clean Sarah up as best I could stashing it under the seat after. I knew she'd wake up with sticky hair and a salty taste in her mouth, but she would have no idea why and for some reason that turned me on again. I couldn't help but get hard again as I went about dressing her and myself.

Once everything was back in order I plugged my headphones into the phone and hit play on the video I'd just made. Watching my handiwork was incredibly arousing and just as I feared I'd grunted and groaned loudly when I lost myself in my orgasm. Lucky for me Mom hadn't woken and now that the risk was past I knew my loudness would only serve to turn Karen on even more when she watched an insane amount of cum engulf our little sisters innocent face. Since I still hadn't received a video from Karen I decided to rest my eyes. Almost instantly I was asleep, and the next thing I knew Dad was waking me up with a firm shake of my shoulder saying "Jeremy come on get up we are grabbing a bite to eat so you might want to change out of your sleep pants".

Awareness slowly crept into my mind and I found that everyone else was already gone. Digging into the luggage I slipped out of my pajama pants and into a pair of basketball shorts not bothering with boxers. Sliding out of the car I took a moment to adjust to the brightness then headed into the cheap diner Dad had chosen for lunch. Before I even made it to the table I could see Karen glaring at me over her menu so I promptly took a detour to the men's room to check my phone. Not only had Karen sent me a video she had also followed it with a string of inquisitive and then angry messages about my silence. Opening the video attachment I popped in my headphones and after making sure the door was locked hit play. The video started off with Karen and Dad chatting about when and where to stop for lunch. Pouncing on the opportunity Karen casually mentioned she wanted to change if they would be getting out for lunch and asked if Dad would cover his right side view so she could do so. Reluctantly Dad agreed telling her to hurry so he wouldn't wreck. After fishing out some clothes Karen got a shot of Dad driving with one hand on the side of his face blocking his view. She then used her free hand to slip out of her bottoms and then her top. This left her entirely naked next to Dad who she panned over to show was still covering his peripheral vision. Focusing back on her naked body Karen silently spread her legs and slowly dipped two fingers inside her obviously wet snatch. Her fingers slid in and out reaching deeper with each slow thrust but after only a few seconds the show ended and Karen slid herself into a blue sundress, again with no under garments, then sucked her fingers clean for the camera and ending the recording with a wink.

Now I understood why she looked so mad. She had gone all out for me and assumed that since I'd fallen asleep she wouldn't be getting her promised reward. Once she saw what I'd done for her I knew she would forgive me. All that I had to do was decide when and how to show her..

148 Ride The Cougar!

OrderTheReuben

Reaching down into my cumbersome apron, I retrieved the wadded up piece of paper towel I had stored in there since the beginning of my lunch shift. I wiped the fresh layer of sweat from my brow and tossed a couple of stray hairs off to the side as I punched in yet another order for Pad Thai that was to be made for the regular with the gluten allergy.

With the mixture of sweat and food residue gathered on my hands, I quickly headed to the nearby sink to wash my hands. As I dutifully lathered my hands, I looked up into the mirror that was glued to the wall behind the fixture.

At twenty-three I had thought that I wouldn't still be waiting tables, but here I was working at the same Thai Restaurant that I had been for years. Sure, the business was fine, and the clientele could be worse, but I thought I would be sitting on my ass, or, at least wearing a tie. I hadn't thought of this often, as the free food that came with every shift kept me quite pleased.

I looked reasonably good today, my shaggy brown hair wasn't wild as much as it was stylish, and I had trimmed my sideburns and full goatee correctly during the haze of my early morning rituals. My tall form was in decent enough shape due to my love for playing basketball in the park.

With the food ticket printed out and hanging loosely towards the stainless steel counter, I quickly gathered it and slid through the swinging doors that lead in to the kitchen. Diving underneath the expo counter to gather Styrofoam boxes was my coworker and roommate Hunter.

He was a short, stout, and energetic young man of twenty-four. He failed to have the same hair issues as I had, preferring to keep his light brown hair buzzed down to just a fraction of an inch.

"We've got another Pad Thai," I announced to both our chef and Hunter before I slid the ticket in amongst the others in the queue.

"It's Pad Thai Friday!" yelled Hunter from his crouch, turning his head to the side, his light brown eyes beaming in mock enthusiasm.

"Pad Thai Friday!" I exclaimed back to him, part of me genuinely remembering that we always ate Pad Thai after our Friday shifts.

Heading back into the dining room, I surveyed the busy surroundings. We worked as a team, Hunter and I did. We both took full responsibility for all tables. Seeing that a table of three women had their beverages and looked ready enough to order, I quickly strode over, pulling my pen and check book from my apron.

I admit that Hunter and I did make comments behind the back of certain customers. The vast majority of them were made about attractive female guests. Also, a vast majority of those women were at least ten years older than us. I always blamed "American Pie" for this phenomenon amongst us younger men.

As I approached the table, I fully realized that these women entirely fit the requirements for topics of conversation on the ride out of work. In fact, two of them had already been talked about in the past. The third I had never seen before. After a while, faces run together, so it was rare for me to be so matter of fact about this.

They had seen me coming, and readied for my arrival. One of our regulars, smiling, laid her head to the side and said a quick word to the new girl. When I reached them, their hands had fallen down to their menus, and their eyes were locked onto mine, whitened teeth shining brightly upon my appearance.

"Are we all set to order, ladies?" I asked, a polite smile expertly washing over the table.

"Yes!" they said back to me enthusiastically, almost completely in time with each other.

Next came the awkward two second pause needed to find out who wanted to place their order first. Quickly, we started at one end of the table, working our way over to the rookie. I was disappointed to jot down an order for a standard fried rice dish from a brunette woman with brown eyes. The word "wimp" flashed across my mind before I moved on to the curry order of the bustier brunette seating to the left. I noticed through the expression on her face that the newbie needed some questions answered.

"This is my first time having Thai food, Daniel," she said, her deep blue eyes quickly focusing on the name tag pinned to my apron, just above my heart. "What would you recommend?" she asked, her head cocking slightly towards her shoulder and her thin, delicate fingers toying with the luxurious blonde curls of her hair that easily cascaded past her shoulders.

"Do you think you're more of a fried rice or noodles person?" I asked, my pen lightly tapping to either side of the book as I asked the question.

After an instant of deliberation, she answered, "Noodles," with her hand sawing into the air with confidence.

She must have noticed her animated gesturing, as her eyes rose back to mine with a nervous smile. My eyes quickly joined with hers. They had been drawn lower to her chest, as her gesture had pulled the fabric of her blue, buttoned down blouse taught, her hidden bosom coming more into view.

I felt a twinge of embarrassment at being caught after such an innocent glance.

I took my time with her, directing her through our maze of lunch items. I stood over her and off to the side of her chair as I described each dish. I fought myself hard not to look down the top of her blouse, where I would receive a teasing peak at her flesh. She then made her choice.

"That's one of my favorites," I mentioned to her as my hand scribbled into my paper. "How spicy would you like that, today?" I asked.

"I like it really spicy. How spicy can you make it?" she asked, putting emphasis on the word "really". I admired that quality in a woman.

"Honestly, as long as you give us a number, we'll make it happen," I answered back, being genuine.

"How spicy do you order it for yourself?" she then asked back quickly.

In a display of playfully mocking masculinity, my chest slightly puffed out.

I answered, "Well, I can handle more than most. Since level three is the normal high, I usually brave a level four." I then broke my pose and chuckled along with the table. Discussing heat levels with tables was one of my favored humorous interactions.

After agreeing to match my own spice preference, I finished her order and gathered up the menus.

As I turned to walk away, I heard her say with volume, "I'm counting on you, Danny Boy," she said through a smile.

"I won't let you down, ma'am," I called back, an earnest smile shining through my face. I enjoyed such pleasant customers.

"See, I told you he's nice and cute," I thought I heard one of them say. I might have been mistaken due to the ambiance of the restaurant.

After returning to the server's station, I walked right passed Hunter. He turned on his heels and looked at me. Through the corner of my eye, I found him dumbfounded. Right as I was going to put the order into the machine, he interrupted my train of thought.

"You didn't notice that, did you?" he asked, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Notice, what?" I answered with my own question, confused.

"That woman was obviously flirting with you. I can't believe you didn't notice it," he said, his hand covering his forehead in surprise.

"Oh. I guess I may have been flirting with her," I finally answered, coming to the obvious realization. "I was just being nice and attempting to be a bit funny," I explained.

I pressed a few buttons on the screen, getting back to work, but Hunter wasn't ready to stop.

"You're so blind, man. Every time I see you with a girl you're always missing the signals," Hunter scolded me.

I had always been clueless with the opposite sex. Signals had always been lost on me. In fact, every relationship or casual encounter had been initiated by the woman.

Gathering up the ticket, I turned back towards Hunter before entering the kitchen. After he peered over the guests, he turned back towards me.

"She's actually looking over here, man," Hunter reported.

"That's nice. I'm also sure she's married, Hunter," I said as I started to walk into the kitchen.

"I didn't see a ring, did you?" he asked me, although he already knew the answer to that question.

I kept walking, although my mind flashed into a moment of fantasy involving her bent over a counter, naked from the waist down. A half grin spread across my face during my tiny day dream. I slid the ticket into the queue and got to work on some much needed side salads.

The next half an hour brought no more customers into the restaurant, and we quickly emptied out. The table with the nameless three women were about to leave, with Hunter taking the responsibility of serving them through the rest of their meal. They gathered their purses. Looking to get started on cleaning the table, I walked over.

"I trust that everything was delicious?" I asked the three of them.

"Everything was great," the chesty brunette said, a purse slinging over her shoulder.

"That's nice to hear. Do you think we'll be seeing you again?" I asked the blonde, who I finally received a full view of.

I could tell hidden behind her baby blue blouse and black slacks, she liked to take care of herself. Her trim stomach made me wonder if she ever had children. Her height in her heels and blonde locks made her stand out against her friends.

"Oh, you'll be seeing a lot of me. It was great," she grinned.

"Great," I simply said, rocking optimistically on my heels. "You ladies have a nice weekend," I finished with another smile before bending over to clean up the table.

They turned towards the door as I began to wipe the table with a damp cloth. My eye darted up to admire her tight, yet shapely bottom. I might have been staring just a bit too long to keep it an innocent glance, but I still did enjoy the way her hips moved from side to side with each step.

Hunter joined me at the table and helped me clear away the rest of the debris. We stood up and looked out of the large, store front windows and noticed the three of them hop into a classic muscle car. My flirting buddy hopped into the back while the buxom brunette woman took the wheel. The make and model of the car suddenly dawned on me.

"Is it too much that they're in a Cougar?" I asked Hunter, deadpan in my delivery.

My roommate chuckled to himself, turned, and walked away.

For the next hour before we got off from our shift, nothing of note happened. Hunter and I worked on the crossword, and almost completed it before it was time to order our lunches and go home. We hopped into my messy sedan, and made our way back to the apartment.

After we had our lunch, and customary video game time, we got ready for the evening. Through a mutual friend, Hunter had heard of a bar that was quite popular. I wasn't in the mood to object, as heading to this new bar went right in line with the day's events. Besides, I was looking forward to their selection of whisky.

Looking into my semi-organized closet, I quickly made the decision to dress as if I were going to the dive bars back on campus. I dressed in a simple black t-shirt that supported a local band, and followed that up with a trendy pair of snug blue jeans and sneakers. Hunter, of course, went with a loud, pink gingham print shirt, along with a pair of blue jeans looser than my own. Sneakers seemed to be the prevailing theme in our wear. As I came into the living room, Hunter was casually watching a basketball game. He turned his head to me, and he was taken aback at my clothes.

"Your 'Sexy Jeans,' again?" he asked, making sure to throw up quotation marks with both hands.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, surprised that he knew that I liked the way I looked in this garment.

"Just promise me you won't tell anyone tonight about your special jeans, alright," he said with a sigh, remembering just last week when I drunkenly embarrassed myself at a friend's party.

"Sure," I answered back, quickly.

"Also, I think we may spend a bit too much time together," he said, tapping the remote control against his thigh.

"You may be on to something," I agreed.

I grabbed my black hooded jacket and threw it over me.

"Let's roll," I decreed, flipping up my hood in time with my catchphrase.

Hunter shut off the television and grabbed his own white hooded jacket. We then quickly left the apartment and climbed into Hunter's pick-up truck. As per usual, I held onto the handle attached about the top of my window and tried not to critique Hunter's aggressive, erratic driving style.

After successfully fighting away the inklings of nausea, we arrived to the town square in which this bar was located. It was nearly eight o'clock at this point, the sun long gone. Thankful for the ample parking, we exited and looked for the establishment.

Eventually, we found it. Carved into a narrow, rectangular, brick building, it was obvious this was built recently with the plan of looking ancient. A couple of iron benches on the outside greeted us as we entered. The interior was quite inviting, with brick walls littered with paintings most likely bought from a local community college. A healthy dose of tables and booths littered the ground floor. Stairs brought patrons up to the much smaller second floor, where the sound of cues striking billiard balls was evident. The jukebox seemed to pump out a steady mix of 80s and 90s pop music. Surprisingly, quite a few customers were around our age, leaving us less exposed in very our casual clothing.

"Shot and a beer?" I asked Hunter.

"Shot and a beer," he answered, following suit.

We hopped into two empty bar stools and quickly had the shots of bourbon and pint glasses of hoppy beer in front of us. We took our shots in tandem. We clinked them down against the hard wood surface of the counter before throwing them back. I fought back the cough, as did Hunter. The warming sensation of the liquor entering me was quite welcoming.

For a few moments, we sat in silence. Our eyes were up and watching more sports coverage. Pulling my eyes away from the television, I looked around the room once more. I was shocked when I saw the same woman from the restaurant sitting with some friends at a table that was obscured from my view earlier.

"Hunter, check it out," I said, nodding my head towards the back of the room.

"What am I looking for? Oh. Wow. Who would've thunk it," He replied.

I paused for just a moment, and then had to deal with some slight scolding.

"Get over there!" he roared with laughter. "Go ask to buy her a drink," he continued with gusto.

"Well, I don't want to ditch you," I explained.

A blank stare from Hunter went away after he said, "I'll be fine." He shook his head before continuing. "She already likes you, and in a bar like this, three-fourths of the work is already done," he explained.

"Right," I admitted before taking a deep breath and then rising to my feet. Before I could walk away, Hunter gave me a piece of advice.

"Don't, under any circumstances, mention your pants," he said before cracking a smirk and getting back to his beer.

I turned and began to approach her, my heart quickening in my chest. I had noticed that she had made slight modifications to her outfit. There was a fresh layer of make-up on her face, and gloss to her lips. Her blouse had the top few buttons undone, revealing an ample amount of cleavage. While approaching, I reminded myself to keep it simple.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked, and was hoping that she remembered me from earlier on in the day. I was relieved as her face lit up in surprise.

"Daniel, right?" she paused for just second. "Wow, uhm sure!" she responded with a Cheshire grin.

Her friends were silent as their eyes moved over me, appraising me. My acquaintance, rising to her feet to accompany me, noticed the awkwardness from her friends.

"Girls, this is Daniel! I met him at a restaurant today," she explained.

I didn't mind that she failed to mention my job title at this time. I quickly introduced myself to her friends, returning their firm handshakes in kind.

As we started walking towards the bar, I thought it was passed time for me to learn her name.

"I'm Dawn," she finally told me.

I liked that name. I took her hand and shook it with more tenderness than her friends received.

Formally introduced to each other, we went to the bar and she ordered her frozen strawberry margarita. As she opened her wallet, I took a quick peak at her license and saw that she had just turned forty. There was a small table that had just opened up, and we quickly made our way towards it.

"These are absolutely great here. They make them so strong," she stated, offering me her straw for a taste.

She was not kidding.

"I hope you plan on crawling home," I joked after smacking my lips from the potent beverage.

Over the next hour, I learned a lot about Dawn. She worked in print advertising. She was the mother of two children, one boy and one girl, both nearing high school age. Dawn also enjoyed being with nature and spending warm weekends hiking and camping with her kids.

I discovered that she was divorced for the last couple of years. After the divorce she decided to marry her work to pass the time. She hadn't been out much until recently. While I am, of course, terrible at picking up signals, it was easy to see she was interested. She stroked my arm after mentioning it's going to be strange going home to an empty house, as her children would be staying with their father.

"So, Danny Boy," her voice turning a bit sultry, "How old was the oldest woman that you've slept with?"

I nearly coughed up my sip of beer upon hearing such a bold question. The relaxation I had felt during the conversation was gone. I swore that someone had also turned the heat up in the room. I stroked at the condensation on my glass before I answered.

"Twenty-four," I said before chuckling.

She leaned over as she laughed with me, her long fingers coming down on my thigh. She gave me a slight squeeze that sent a jolt that caused my testicles to spasm inside of my boxer briefs.

"Well, how old was the youngest man you've been with?" I couldn't resist asking.

Dawn paused before answering. "I've never been with someone younger than myself," she said quietly before leaning back in her chair.

Once again, her blouse tightened around her chest. Another button came undone from her garment, revealing the black satin trim of the cups of her bra holding her ample bosom.

Underneath the table, I heard one of her shoes fall to floor. I gulped down hard before looking off into the distance. Her small foot came up to the seat, her heel resting between my legs.

Looking down, I watched as her toes bent against me, quickly finding my rapidly expanding shaft. The tips of her toes wrapped around the outline of my erection. My eyes began to dart throughout the establishment, making sure that no one was onto the suddenly lewd behavior.

"Would you like to give me an actual answer for the next time I'm asked that?" she asked mischievously, still leaning back and stroking me through my confining jeans.

I was entirely caught off guard by this entire situation.

"Yes," I was just able to squeak out as she manipulated me under the noses of the entire crowd.

The lack of work I had put into this situation was astounding. As both rose to our feet, I made sure to use my folded up jacket as a shield for my uncomfortable erection. Dawn quickly moved over to her friends to say her goodbyes. I paid no attention to their reactions as I hustled over to Hunter to coordinate our transportation problem.

"We're...leaving," I stated, with a low level of shock in my voice.

"That's good. Surprising, and a bit weird. But, still good. How are we going to handle your lack of a car?" He asked me, taking a look behind me to focus in on Dawn.

"I'll call for a taxi if I have to. Don't worry about," I said, growing a little paranoid at her intentions.

All sorts of interesting scenarios flew through my mind after I said my goodbye to my roommate. Most of them were positive, and a few were paranoid delusions of someone who had seen too many movies. I stood at the doorway of the bar as she left her friends; my erection subsided to the point of being able to throw on my jacket. I held the door open for her and we were outside.

It was a clear night, the moon three-fourths full. Without much light pollution in the area, constellations were bright and clear to my eyes. I found myself staring up into the sky, hands in my pockets, the stars hundreds of light years away seeming so close. Dawn knocked me back into reality, collapsing into me, reaching through the curve of my elbow, her light trench coat tickling against my exposed wrists. We began to walk.

"Am I boring you?" she asked teasingly.

"Oh no, I just always get lost in the stars," I explained, smiling back down to her.

"I see. Do you want to follow me back to my house?" she asked.

"Actually, my roommate drove..." I started to explain, trailing off.

"Then, you can drive my car. It's better that I don't drive," she said.

"Those damned margaritas," I joked.

She laughed, and then dragged me to a stop. "I think we should turn around, then."

We approached her car. She handed me the keys and soon we entered her family-friendly SUV. After buckling up, and making the proper adjustments, we were off towards her house.

I eased through traffic with a loose, two-handed grip of the wheel and her favorite radio station pumping pop songs at a bearable volume. She spread across the center console and leaned against my shoulder as I drove; pointing out where to turn and even gave me speed limits on certain streets.

"I'm sorry about my friends. I don't think they approve of me having drinks with a cute, younger guy," she whispered smoothly into my ear, her hot, tequila scented breath sending shivers through the right hemisphere of my head.

"You don't have to apologize. They don't think much of guys like me, do they?" I asked her casually.

"I like you," she whispered.

She opened her lips and gently took my hanging earlobe between her teeth and began to chew and suck on it as I struggled to pay attention to the road. I hardened quickly, my shaft stretching across my lap. I flexed my member, my jeans stressing.

I stayed quiet until her hand trailed up my chest, past my rapid heart.

"Careful now, I don't want to take out a light pole," I warned her.

"Relax. You're supposed to be fearless, Danny Boy," she chided me as she slowly took down the zipper of my jacket.

Her hand continued to roam, those long fingers finding the bulge atop my lap. She took a hardy grip, surprising me. My foot stomped on the pedal involuntarily. I quickly realized I was speeding and let up on the gas.

"Poor baby," she joked as her hand rolled over the length of my anguishing erection.

My hands now gripped the wheel tightly. She undid the zipper to my pants. I, of course, shifted my weight to accommodate her hand that drove through the fly of my underwear. After she freed my cock into the cabin of the vehicle, she cooed appreciatively into my ear.

"We're going to play a game. When it's time to turn, I'll let you know," she explained, giving my throbbing head a small squeeze to give me a hint.

Moments later, her hand moved my tool off and to the left, and began to stroke. Catching on, I pulled into the left turn lane, my eyes struggling to stay open as I groaned at her smooth manipulations. After making the turn, she reached back into my jeans and struggled before retrieving my testicles. Due to the tightness of my pants, my balls spilled out and hung over my zipper.

As we reached straight sections of road, her hand moved down to my testicles, lightly massaging and scratching at them. Her lips now attached to the side of my neck, raising the hairs beneath my hairline as she softly licked and nibbled away, leaving streaks of her lip gloss.

I thought to myself that my roommate should never have this happen to him. He would surely make the "lighter" side of news. He would've definitely rear ended a police patrol car.

My palms slid through the wheel on certain, brisk turns. I looked down once or twice to find beads of my precum bubbling at my tip. Dawn greeted these with a smearing from her thumb, leaving my head shining in the dim light of the vehicle. I also made glances at Dawn, who seemed mesmerized by what she was performing.

Finally, I turned into her quiet neighborhood. Most of households had already gone to bed. I easily found her house. It was at the end of the street. She signaled this with one final, blurring stroke of my penis. We quickly pulled into her garage.

"I'll have to write down the rules to that game," I mentioned as the door closed. Tucking myself back into my pants then I turned my face towards hers.

She greeted me with a hungry kiss, her tongue quickly snaking against mine as we both exhaled into each other's mouths. She broke away from me and began to leave the car. I quickly exited and ran around to her side. Dawn saw me coming and quickly leaped into me, her long legs hooking together around my waist and her arms around the back of my neck. Our sucking kisses continued as I carried her to the door.

We entered the empty, silent house. I carried her towards the kitchen.

"Wait. The security system!" she panicked.

With a grunt, I spun us around and carried us over to the security panel on the nearby wall. She failed to put the correct numbers in the first time, but was able to perform the task correctly eventually.

My knees began to shake as I turned her around once more and marched into the kitchen. Her nibbles along my neck continued as I looked off to the side. Her hand found the light switch and I found my target of the kitchen counter.

I didn't take much notice of the house. It looked nicely furnished and spacious from what I could tell. Luckily, she kept her counters very clean. Her small purse fell to the side after I sat her down on the counter. My jacket was torn from my torso and tossed to the floor. I followed suit, doing the same for her.

We attacked each other once more with our mouths, her hands pulling me against her from the hem of my t-shirt. My hands began to work into her blouse. What I thought were buttons earlier on were actually easy to open clasps. With a dramatic tug from both arms, her blouse burst open, and her encased breasts were on display.

"This is best blouse, ever," I commented with awe on my face.

"Oh, I know, I should have an entire closet of them," she gasped before eliciting a moan, my mouth working against her neck.

Her chin rested against my shoulder as I leaned in close, my hands massaging and exploring her toned, tanned torso. Her bra was lovely. It was emerald green, with a light floral pattern of a darker shade on the cups, and a black satin trim. My lips began to work lower, dropping small kisses along her collarbone as my right hand slid up her side. I dug underneath one of the cups, and took her tit into my eager palm. My left hand began to unbutton her tight slacks as my right cupped her breast and tugged against her nipple.

Her hands brushed mine away, and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. Taking a step back, I began to help her work them down her hips and thighs, dodging her kicking legs. With them finally off and to the floor, I was able to take note of her lean legs.

Playfully, she placed them atop my shoulders. My hands quickly moved to her calves, and I began to slowly massage them as I began to move my puckered mouth along the insides of her legs.

"You can give me a massage later," she chortled, enjoying my hitchhiking thumbs.

I chuckled and moved quickly up her legs. I took to one knee in front of her as she moved her ass to the edge of the granite counter top. Her thong matched the style of her bra, and beckoned the gaze with a mint green bow below her navel.

My head found itself nestled between her thighs, and I took in her aroused scent. Heat radiated from her, and the gusset was damp. Her legs opened wide for me, and her heels arched down into my back. I planted a hungry kiss upon her satin covered cunt. I began taking long licks over the material, leaving it soggy and stuck against her.

Looking up between her ample breasts, I knew I was off to a nice start. Dawn's head was arched back and blonde locks draped down towards the counter top. Pulling her minimal garment to the side, I was greeted by the sight of her swollen cunt. She kept my workplace bare, with just a strip of golden hair visible above her pubic bone.

Fattening my tongue, I slowly swirled up her labia. My first bare contacts drew spasms from her legs, her heels clicking against my back. Her lips were quite neat, folding over her hot hole. She took in sudden bursts of air as my tongue found her exposed clit.

I teased her at first with the tip of my tongue, before licking my lips and taking the bud between them. I rocked my mouth against her, sucking her in completely. Her gasps were music to my ears. After feeling around with wet digits, my index finger found her hole and slowly sank into her hot tunnel. The squishing sound of my penetrating finger moved throughout the room.

"Oh my god, I'm so wet," Dawn moaned, matter of factly, her chest heaving.

We locked eyes. I focused on the bulging vein on her forehead after noting the intense desire in her eyes. A second finger entered her, and began to work in tandem with the first, clawing and digging inside of her, finding her sensitive spots.

My fingers worked in time with my mouth. Her hips began to roll against me, her mound tickling against my nose. I picked up the pace then, my fingers sliding faster and faster, her walls gripping against me. On one of the gazes up to her, I saw her toned triceps stress as he she held herself up, guttural moans escaping and echoing throughout the vacant home.

"Fuck me now," she commanded as she pushed me away, her upper chest flushed and a shine of sweat spreading throughout her body.

I wasn't about to ask any questions as she dug into her purse and retrieved a condom. I undressed entirely, and stood at attention in front of her. My feet felt cold upon the tiled floor and I shifted from side to side as she pulled the condom from its wrapper. She kicked her legs up, and after getting the signal, I pulled her soggy panties from her.

Hopping from the counter, she squatted below me, and placed the condom on her lips. My toes arched up into the air as she took my length down her throat, sheathing me with the latex protection. She leaped back to her feet and smoothed out the condom, preparing it for her hole.

"I learned that at a couple's workshop," she claimed, giving my cock a stroke for good measure.

"Well...I learned this from Brazzers," I responded on the fly, before roughly grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around.

I shoved her into the counter, face first. Her, fleshy bare ass exposed to me, I wound up my right hand and came forward with a titanic swat that rippled her cheek. Her blouse, open and still attached to her, along with her bra, flowed from the breeze created by my hands. She moaned and shuttered in response.

Holding her down with one hand, I readied my thick, steely member with the other. My erection was proud, with every vein on display. I found her hole, and sank myself deep into her. A groan escaped my lips as I pierced through her, heat from her cunt engulfing my member. A couple lesser swats to her bottom accompanied thrusts that did not start tenderly, but rather, savagely.

"Oh fuck! God damnit!" she roared, reaching back and slapping at my thighs as if I were a horse that needed to pick up the pace.

My hands moved to her hips, and my quick, pistoned thrusts continued. My heavy balls slapped lewdly against her and the joyful sounds of flesh slamming against flesh radiated throughout. I became focused on her bottom, and how it swayed and jiggled with each thrust, my member a blurred cylinder. I took heavy and fast breaths, respiring like an aerobic athlete as I quickly became slick with a sheen of sweat.

"Please don't stop! Give me every inch!" she pleaded, her hand reaching over and gripping the edge of the porcelain sink.

I wondered how her husband would walk away from this potential. I quickly moved it from my mind and came back to my sublime reality.

Dawn's obscenities drove me to become bolder. Bunching up her long mane of damp hair, I pulled her back against me. In response, her hands moved to her cheeks. She opened herself up, allowing my cock to move more fluidly into her as I tugged against her. Her cunt gripped my member and leaked onto me, coating my balls with a lovely dew of her juices.

"You're so wet, just listen to yourself," I quickly roared, wet squelching noises audible as we noisily fucked.

I let go of her hair, letting her fall back to the counter before grabbing her by the hand and leading her into the dim living room. She walked on stringy legs and wiped sweat from her forehead as we moved from tile to carpet.

"Where?" I asked, looking at the arrangement of the furniture.

"There," Dawn pointed at the arm of the couch between gasps for air.

I took liberties with another swat to her bottom. I shoved Dawn down into the black leather couch, her face resting on a cushion as she steadied herself with a hand on the floor. Her butt was in the air, and her toes barely reached the carpet.

I was back inside of her in an instant, driving her down into the sofa with each aggressive thrust. Her moans were muffled by the couch as I plowed ahead, thankful for the traction given by the carpeted floor.

The back Dawn's blouse clung to her sweaty torso. It danced around in front of me. It gave me a new idea as I began to sense my orgasm approaching. I grabbed the collar and pulled it down her arms, but stopped at her wrists. I quickly looped the shirt around her hands as many times I could, trapping her arms behind her back.

She wobbled for balance once I kicked her legs together. This was remedied once I held her hands in mine to steady her. Dawn was drawn back like a bow, her face off of the cushion and her feet hanging between my legs.

"Are you comfortable?" I asked between heavy breaths.

"I don't care. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am," she squealed back to me, looking over her shoulder at me with smoldering eyes.

My breath was heavy as I pillaged her tightened entrance. Sweat ran down my face, dripping down onto her as I heeded her request. I now openly used her neglected hole.

The tingle of my orgasm built up through my loins as I fucked Dawn with every measure of lust inside me. I couldn't tell that she had already gone stiff. Dawn gripped my tool tighter and tighter still.

"I'm going to cum! Jesus..." She screeched through her teeth. I could feel her legs quaking against the padded armrest.

I tried to keep driving deeply into her, but her impossibly tight hole began to cease, each thrust shrinking shallower. Her cunt pushed me out.

Dawn came, grunting one very long obscenity. She gushed at me, and I was soaked with numerous waves of her cum. It began to run down the arm of the couch and sank into the carpet underneath us.

I let go of her arms. She steadied herself on sofa, her head turned to the side as she worked to catch her breath. I tore my condom off with a loud, humorous snap and walked around to the front of the couch.

I began to stroke to my orgasm as I observed her form. Her bra was skewed, erect nipple digging against the leather. Her blouse was stretched and dotted with my sweat. She glowed in post orgasmic bliss. I threw my head back and savored my strokes as my climax worked to a boil.

"Cum on my face," Dawn was able to squeak out in between pants.

My tired legs stepped forward and I dropped to my knees. My cockhead rested on the sagging cushion just inches from her face. She watched me through half open eyes. She wiggled loose from the bindings of her blouse and a wobbly arm came up and lightly rubbed up and down my soaked chest and stomach.

She kept her hand on my tensing stomach, feeling my orgasm approaching through my clenching abdomen. I looked down at her through half opened eyes.

"Here it comes," I gasped between ragged breaths full of strife.

My seed raced up my shaft, and jettisoned from my member. Dawn didn't move, but closed her eyes and let me cover half of her face with semen. Volley after volley landed into her flushed face and frizzy hair, the weight of it caking to her hot and humid roots.

After the high volume, high potency load, I had to lean back on my knees. I held myself up with my knuckles, my chest rising and falling rapidly. One stray droplet of spunk hung from my tip before falling to the floor.

Dawn slowly regained her bearings, and sat up on the couch. She loosely closed her blouse in false modesty, shooting me a grin. I wish she hadn't. The sight of her heaving, wet and sticky chest was so beautiful to me. She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh, my cum masking one half of her face.

"I should go clean myself up," Dawn said, a finger circling over the field of semen on her face. "If you like scotch, my ex-husband left a bottle in the cabinet next to the fridge," she said, awarding me alcohol.

She vanished into the next room and I made my way to my feet. I slowly made my way into the kitchen, and after putting my underwear back on, I retrieved the scotch from the cabinet. I had to brace myself against the counter as I poured one on the rocks. I took it to the living room, along with my cell phone. Plopping into a living chair, I sipped at the high quality scotch and took in the comfortable surroundings I was years away from affording.

Dawn returned, wearing just a new blouse. She smiled down at me enjoying my scotch and went into the kitchen. She poured herself a healthy glass of red wine, and then enjoyed it wiping down the combined juices from the sofa.

"By the way, you tasted very good," Dawn stated.

For the remainder of the evening, we talked and had a couple more drinks. After we showered together, I had attempted to call myself a cab, but Dawn, ever the great hostess, dragged me off to sleep with her.

We woke up in the mid-morning, and after popping Advil for our headaches and having a breakfast of eggs and bacon, she took me back to my apartment. We exchanged numbers, and I finally went through the front door of my apartment. Locking it behind me, I threw my jacket onto a chair and plopped onto the couch.

Hunter must have heard me return. He quickly moved out of his room and took a seat on our recliner. After exchanging stories, I found out that Hunter had gone home with a blonde co-ed. We did come to the consensus that my story was a bit more glorious.

Hunter and I had the day off and decided to head to the store to pick up some food for lunch. Thankfully, he let me drive without much of a fight. As the radio came to life, we were greeted by Dio's "Holy Diver." Hunter could not help but change some of the lyrics during our otherwise boring, short drive.

"Ride the cougar! You can see her thong and you know she's keen! Oh don't you see what I mean!"

149 This Mother's Solution Ch. 01

joelle_m

This Mother's Solution Ch. 1

The fire is ignited, an autobiographical account.

The format of this story is unlike most works of fiction because it is autobiographical. It is my description of one facet of the relationship I have with my son, the most pertinent part having taken place in a little over a year's time.

One of the things that I agree with Tom Cruise and his Scientology friends about is their contention that psychiatry is a questionable science. However, there is one aspect of psychiatric practice that I believe has some merit and that involves patients telling their doctors about past occurrences that trouble them or, alternatively, things in their life that they think about compulsively. Usually these things involve something that can't comfortably be discussed with a friend or acquaintance. Some of the experiences I have had with my son fall in that category and for that reason I feel the need to tell someone about them. So, dear reader, to help me do that, for a short while I am asking you to be my substitute psychiatrist. Since people who frequent this web site are expecting what they read to have highly charged sexual content, I have made an effort to include as much of that type of thing as I can remember.

I'm sure that by now most of you are assuming that during the period I mentioned, my son and I had an incestuous relationship. While according to a clinical definition that may be true, it's probably not true in exactly the way you would expect. What happened between us is different from any of the stories I have read here but then again, since I haven't read them all, it's possible that what I'm about to tell you is not as unique as I think it is. It's possible but not likely.

I should also say something about the quotations I have included. Much of the following dialog I remember almost word for word. Other conversations I can only recall in bits and pieces and for a small percentage, I can't remember the words we used at all. Those parts have been created using my best effort to come up with what we most likely would have talked about. In all of these quotations, the substance is as accurate as I can make it..

For this article, I have decided to call myself Ellen. My son, who I will refer to as David, is my only child. After the youngest part of his childhood, he was raised according to the terms of a joint custody agreement between his father Jim (a fictitious name also) and I who divorced after 11 years of marriage. With variations having to do with weekends and vacations, the basic legal arrangement was that David lived with me during the months of the year when school was in session and he stayed with his father summers. After David reached 18 years of age, he could have lived where ever he wanted but for a while he decided to continue staying with me while he worked and attended a local community college.

Financially speaking, both mine and my ex-husband's households have always been relatively secure. For many years I have worked as a graphic arts designer for the local branch of a large advertising firm and Jim has been employed as an executive in the banking business. Jim remarried a few months after our divorce but in my case it was many years later. In the interim I dated occasionally but for a long time I didn't have any interest in remarrying.

My son David, who is 20 years old as this is being written, has always been athletically inclined and has a very muscular build. He is 6' 4" tall, has dark brown wavy hair that he keeps fairly short and blue-green eyes. He weighs approximately 215 pounds. He played several sports in high school and won letters in both basketball and baseball. As his mother, obviously my opinions are biased but I've always thought of him as being very handsome.

As for myself, presently I am 41. It's hard to be objective about yourself but I think most people would say that I'm moderately attractive. I'm 5' 7" tall and my hips are proportionally somewhat smaller than my bust. My measurements are 34-24-32 and I try to keep my weight under 130 pounds. My eyes are the same color as David's. When I was in high school, I was elected to three 'courts' but I wasn't lucky enough to have won any of them. Since then I have kept myself reasonably fit by always belonging to a health club. My best features are probably my face, which fortunately keeps me looking several years younger than I am, and my auburn colored hair, which I've always kept longer than shoulder length. Friends have told me that I somewhat resemble the actress Jill Clayburgh.

As a final note before I begin this, let me say that in order to conform with literotica's submission guidelines, I have changed certain details. However, those alterations don't affect anything that follows in a material way.

This all started one day at work when I took to feeling ill. As it happened, there was nothing much work related to do anyway so I decided to go home at lunch time and take the rest of the day off. When I walked in the door of our house, I could hear music blaring upstairs which told me that David was home too. Thinking that his dad had picked him up and driven them to an out-of-town baseball game that day, I went up to his room to ask him what was going on. When I got to the door of his bedroom, which was half open, what I saw caused me to freeze in place.

David was lying on top of his bed, totally naked, masturbating.

What's more, the circumstances surrounding what he was doing were even more surprising, something that didn't register with me until a short time later when the details of what I was seeing had a chance to sink in. He was lying with his head at the foot of the bed, so his eyes were directed away from where I was standing. The reason that he was in that position is that he was looking at a picture he had propped up on the headboard, just above his feet. The combination of his looking in that direction, plus the loudness of his stereo, meant that he didn't know I was there. As soon as I realized this, I backed away as quickly and as quietly as I could, turned around and tiptoed back downstairs. After thinking about it for no more than a few seconds, I left the house, got back in my car and drove away.

I was in a mental fog and I cruised around aimlessly. Eventually I ended up at the local equivalent of a Starbucks coffee shop. I spent much of the afternoon there, thinking about what I'd seen. Even though I'd never witnessed anything like that before, either with David or anyone else, I knew it was not unusual. Young boys do that kind of thing. That wasn't what was bothering me. The astonishing part was that I recognized the picture he was looking at while he was pleasuring himself. The reason I recognized it was that it was a picture of me!

I was familiar with this particular photograph because it was one of several that my ex-husband Jim had taken of me when we were first married. For as long as I've known Jim, he has been an amateur photographer and back then, aside from whatever other kinds of photography he did, he liked to make nude and semi-nude portraits of me. All of his photographs, many of which he printed in black and white and enlarged to 8" by 10" or bigger, were stored in cardboard boxes in the attic of our house. I assumed that when we divorced he had taken them all with him but apparently he hadn't. Upon reflection, it's logical to assume that he wouldn't have wanted to have nude photos of his first wife lying around for a girlfriend or future wife to stumble across.

Apparently, one day without my knowledge, David snooped around in the attic and found the boxes of photographs in question. It's not hard to guess why he extracted the particular print he brought down to his room. In it I am on my hands and knees with the camera pointed at me from a slightly elevated position. My head is tilted up so that my face is visible and I'm looking directly into the camera. My breasts are hanging down so that they appear to be somewhat larger than they would if I were sitting or standing up. Even though I'm totally nude, because of the lighting the picture doesn't show any visible detail below my waist. Of all of these photos that I remember, this was one of the sexier ones. On the surface, David's attraction to it was not hard to figure out. What was hard to figure out was why David would be sexually stimulated by a nude photograph of his mother. I would have thought he would have regarded it as something of a curiosity and put it back where he found it.

Alternatively, he could have chosen a picture of any sweet, young thing he wanted, with or without her clothes on, made a copy on his printer and put that up on his headboard instead. The internet is full of them and no one has ever restricted the web sites he can access. Instead, he chose a photograph of me. I was dumbfounded.

I thought about it for quite a while that day but I came to no conclusions. I was so discombobulated by what I had seen that whatever was making me feel under the weather earlier that day completely vanished. After I left the coffee shop, I drove around in my car some more and eventually drove home. I arrived at about the same time I would have, had I left from work. When I saw David, he told me that the trip to the baseball game had been cancelled because his father couldn't go. Supposedly Jim had some last minute emergency at work. I said nothing about what I had seen and outwardly, for the next few weeks, life went on pretty much the same way it always had. Inwardly, of course, nothing was the same.

I started looking at David in a whole different light. There is something about knowing that someone is sexually attracted to you, regardless of your relationship to that person, that changes everything. I couldn't get it out of my mind, going over and over again what I had seen him doing. After several days I began to think about David and I having some sort of sexual relationship. At night, lying in bed before going to sleep, I even started having the same kind of thoughts about him that he had apparently been having about me and I started doing the girl version of what he had been doing when I walked in on him. All sorts of wild sexual escapades between the two of us played through my mind. In the most obvious fantasy, of course, I replayed coming to his room the day I came home from work. This time, instead of turning away, I imagined 'surrendering myself to his desires', as they would say on a soap opera. Somehow, in my fantasy I wasn't wearing any panties so I pictured lifting up my skirt, straddling his body and lowering myself on his erection, all with his eager participation of course.

Probably my most frequently repeated fantasy involved the two of us going for a long hike in the woods. (The guys reading this probably won't find this one very stimulating but to me, it was always very erotic.) At one point while we are walking, we leave the trail looking for a viewpoint and happen upon an idyllic clearing, a place where no one would likely ever see us. After resting for a while, we decide to take off our clothes and bask in the warm afternoon sunshine. David undresses me slowly and lovingly and I do the same to him. We lie in the tall wild grass kissing and touching each other, getting closer and closer to making love but we never quite get there before these thoughts give me my orgasm.

In the light of the next day, I realized that this kind of thinking was ridiculous and I knew that I could never allow that kind of thing to happen. Normal mothers just don't do that with their sons. Nevertheless, I even started having daydreams about David while I was at work. I took to going to the women's room once or twice a day and relieving my sexual tensions while sitting in one of the stalls. I was wet all the time. It got so bad that I had to use panty liners to avoid the embarrassing possibility of something showing through.

After a few weeks like this, I realized that this preoccupation of mine just wasn't going to go away. In fact, if anything my erotic preoccupations was getting more frequent, more intense and more consuming. Certainly, we could never have actual sex but maybe there was some other solution to my problem. It can't have been more than a day or two later that I finally figured out what I would do.

One morning at breakfast I did the emotional equivalent of hitting David with a sledge hammer. As casually as if I was talking about the weather, I dropped my little bomb shell.

"Oh, by the way, David sweetheart, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."

"Yeah. . . what's that?"

"Remember that day a few weeks ago, when you and your dad were going to that baseball game. . . the one he backed out of?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you probably don't realize it but I came home around lunch time," I informed him.

"Really? You must not have stayed very long because I seem to remember you getting here at the same time you usually do."

"The reason I didn't stay at noon was that I came up to your room to talk to you and by accident I saw what you were doing."

"What I was doing? What do you mean, what I was doing?"

"You know. . . playing with yourself." Instantly, I saw his face turn red, very red in fact.

"Awww. . . jeeeze mom," and then he became speechless.

I let him suffer for a while and then I said, "There's nothing wrong with that, honey. It's perfectly normal. But what has me puzzled is that I also saw the picture you were looking at."

"Oh my God," he stammered back to me and buried his face in his hands.

"Is there anything you want to tell me about that?" I asked but he made no reply.

"Well then, let me say something. I know that you're probably thinking I'm pretty mad at you about that. And for a while, I was. Now that I've had a chance to think about it, though, I've changed my mind and actually I'm very complimented."

"You're kidding."

"No, really," I assured him. I waited for a while for him to say something more but he remained silent so I continued.

"Here's the thing: if you ever get the urge to look at me the next time you're doing that, don't feel like you have to drag out one of your dad's old pictures. All you have to do is ask and I'll be happy to take off my top and let you look at me in person." I was hoping that he would look up and talk to me but he didn't. He was still flushed and embarrassed.

"If you ever feel like talking about this, let me know," I said and I got up from the table and left the room, leaving David to regain his composure as best he could.

I didn't see him again until that evening and, even though nothing more was said about it, there was an obvious tension in the air. Our conversations were clipped and infrequent. I was dying to have him say something but I decided to let him be the one to bring it up, if he ever wanted to. I didn't want to force anything. I was secretly hoping that he would take me up on my offer but I had no idea if he would.

One day passed and nothing was said. Two days. Three days. I had just about given up and resigned to myself that the issue was dead when late one evening, while we were watching TV, totally out of the blue he said something.

"So, were you kidding the other morning when you said I could look at your. . .?" he asked, indicating my breasts by holding his cupped hands in front of his chest and moving them up and down slightly.

(In retrospect I remember that he was watching TV with this big decorator pillow on his lap. I noticed this because I didn't remember him ever doing that before. My guess is that he wasn't focused on the program we were watching. Instead he was working up the courage to ask me his question and he was, shall we say, suitably enlarged, something that would have been very humiliating to him had I noticed that and then turned him down.)

After a big pause I looked at him and I could see that he was squirming slightly with his eyes darting around, looking very nervous. I gave him my biggest smile and replied, "No, David, I wasn't kidding. Is that what you want?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

It felt like my heart was rising up in my throat and I had trouble making myself talk. I'm sure my pulse rate must have doubled.

"OK then. . . when would you like this to happen?" I asked.

"How bout right now?"

"That's fine with me," I said, "Why don't you give me a few minutes and I'll meet you in your room," and I went off to fix myself up.

By the time I got to my bedroom I was extremely agitated. I was breathing rapidly as if I had been running in a race. I kept telling myself that this was what I wanted. I was going to get to watch David do it to himself. I couldn't believe my good fortune. Somehow seeing him do that had become of momentous importance to me. I felt like I'd just won the lottery. I tried to focus on how I should dress but I couldn't seem to focus on anything. My mouth was dry and I couldn't make myself swallow.

I suppose I could have gone to him wearing what I already had on but I thought I should make myself a little more enticing so I started by combing my hair and putting on a touch of eyeliner. I applied a hint of this very pale lipstick that I use once in a while, trying to make it almost unnoticeable. I wanted to be as attractive to David as possible without being obvious. I kept on most of my underclothes but I took off my bra and put on this fluffy, white bathrobe I have. That was the sexiest way to dress for him I could think of.

When I got to his room, I tapped on the door and let myself in. I could see that he had gotten into bed. I couldn't tell if he still had any of his clothes on because the covers were pulled up so that only his head was sticking out. What he had been wearing was nowhere to be seen. His knees were bent up off the bed and the bedding was stretched between there and his chin.

"That looks real cozy," I said, "How come you're under the blankets?"

"I don't know. . . I just feel more comfortable doing it here."

I tried not to show it but I was crushed. More than anything I had counted on him being out in the open and now I was finding out that he didn't want to do it like that. It felt like we hadn't agreed on the same thing. On the chance I could get him to change his mind, I tried to prod him a little.

"You seemed to feel perfectly comfortable without any covers the last time I saw you doing it."

"Yeah, but I didn't know you were there."

"OK. . . well. . . if you're going to hide under there, I don't think I should open my robe either."

"Oh come on. . . you promised you would. . . that's not fair. I never said how I'd do it, did I?"

"Didn't you? Well . . . now that I think about it, I guess you didn't. . . I just assumed you'd do it the way I saw you."

While I tried to figure out what I should do, I could see that David was looking at me intently. His eyebrows were raised and he had a kind of smirk on his face like he was a little kid hoping that I would buy him a toy. Not wanting to disappoint him, I decided to go ahead and give him what he was hoping for.

"OK, I don't want to go back on my word so. . . are you ready?"

"Yes"

"Are you playing with yourself?" I asked and he nodded.

"Are you sure? I can't tell if you're doing anything." The way he was hidden made it impossible to tell what was going on underneath the covers.

"Well, I am," he said and as he spoke he lowered his knees. The fluffy comforter on top of his bedding made his motions indistinct but I could see some movement over his middle anyway.

"OK then," I said.

I loosened the tie on my robe and looking down as I did it, carefully opened the top a little ways so I was showing a lot of cleavage.

"I'll bet you like looking down girl's dresses, don't you."

"Uh huh."

"Is this what you like to see?" I asked as I bent over.

I wasn't hanging out completely but I must have been pretty close to it. I could see that the bedding was moving slightly more than it had been. It suddenly hit me that I was getting ready to expose myself to my son and my head started buzzing. I felt like I was in another world. There have been various times in my life when I've been sexually excited and this was definitely one of those. I was entering into uncharted erotic territory even though I would not get to see much of anything and there was no possibility that anyone was going to so much as touch me. I could talk and understand things but my physical person didn't seem to be taking part.

"What'd ya think, sweetheart. . . should I take this all the way off?" I teased him.

"Yes, definitely."

Without saying anything more, I rose up straight, opened my robe the rest of the way, shrugged it off my shoulders and let the loose part fall down around my waist. The bathrobe still covered me from there on down, held in place by the tie. David didn't say anything and just stared at me. There was nothing covering my breasts anymore. I could see that my nipples were sticking out. Way out. It's like I was looking at someone else's body. I cupped my hands under my breasts and held them up slightly making them protrude a little. I was putting them on display for David. Once in a while I would glide my fingers over the nipples to make sure they remained standing at attention.

I could see the little bumps under the covers happening more frequently now. Suddenly, I felt very uncomfortable because I didn't know what was supposed to happen next. I didn't know if he was going to say or do something or if I was supposed to say or do something. Fortunately my discomfort was short lived because his teeth clamped over his lower lip, his eyes narrowed a bit, he exhaled in a few short breaths and the movement under the covers stopped.

My guess was he had cum.

Confirmation came shortly when he looked away from me for the first time since I'd been there. Not wanting to cause him any embarrassment by his having to ask me to leave so that he could clean up in private, I said something like, "I guess that's it then," and pulled my robe back up. Walking towards the door, I said good night to him.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself, honey. Have a good night's sleep."

Anticipating my arrival, I would imagine that David was well on his way to cumming before I even got to his room. That's why, after I got there, things didn't take as long as I thought they would. It's hard to be precise about the time frame because everything I remember about it is sort of a blur. What I do recollect more precisely is what happened immediately afterward. I was so turned on that I went back to my room, got into bed and did to myself exactly what David had just finished doing. No fantasies this time, just replays of what I'd seen, some without the covers in the way.

In thinking about it afterwards, I had the feeling that I had stumbled my way into some kind of sexual heaven. Even though there was no lovemaking involved, that's the way it felt. It seemed crazy that it should be my son doing this to me but that's the way it was: crazy but wonderful.

At breakfast the next morning David brought up the obvious subject.

"Thanks for the show last night, mom. . . that was dynamite."

"Oh, so you liked that did you? Were you a bad boy under the covers? I asked him.

"Jeeeze mom, what a question. . . I guess so. . . yeah, I was."

"Is that better than doing it by yourself?"

"It sure is. . . way better. Can we do it again tonight?"

"Whoa. . . let's not get carried away here. If we ever do that again, you're going to have to come out from under the covers."

"Awww. . . I knew you'd say that," he said.

"Are we clear on that? No misunderstandings this time."

"Why is that anyway?" he asked, "what difference does it make to you?"

"It's hard to explain but right now I don't have much of a sex life. As of last night, you're it sweetie-pie. Besides, it's not like I'll be seeing anything I haven't seen already. Remember?"

"I know, but even so. . . it would be so. . . embarrassing. It would take all the fun out of it."

"Oh, I doubt that. I'll bet you'll like it even better."

"Nooooo way."

"Why don't you try it once and if it really turns you off. . . we'll talk about going back to the way you did it last night," I said.

David didn't give me an answer and our conversation ended with him munching on his bacon and eggs.

The same as before, days passed while David wrestled with the idea of doing such an intimate thing out in the open. This time, however, I had more confidence that horniness would win out and sure enough, eventually it did. Also the same as before, he wanted us to go to his room right after he brought the subject up. My excitement level was even higher because this time I knew I was going to get to watch it all.

Things started out pretty much the same way except there was a little more conversation beforehand. That's because David was still hoping he could wrangle his way into doing it without coming out from under the covers. So when I got there, once again only his head was showing. This time, though, I knew he was naked because the clothes he had been wearing were piled by the side of his bed. All of them, under shorts and everything.

As I sat down in his overstuffed chair, I chided him. "Still hiding yourself, I see," and our banter about whether or not he should expose himself began.

Basically what it came down to was, if he wanted me to open my robe, first he had to take off the covers and after a while, he closed his eyes, tossed them aside and there he was. His erection was lying on his belly and he was partially covering it with one hand. Not being exactly inexperienced in these matters, I thought I was well prepared for what I was looking at but I wasn't. How should I put this tastefully?

He was huge!

I had only had sex with four men previously, two boyfriends before my husband, and one several months after our marriage ended. David's manhood was dramatically larger than any of theirs. Longer, bigger in diameter, the whole nine yards. He was also larger in overall stature than any of these men, so I guess it's logical that those two things would go together. In any case, this physical characteristic of his made our next bit of conversation considerably easier.

I put my hand over my mouth and exclaimed, "My God, David, you're so big! Come on now, take your hand away. I want to see you better," and hesitantly he did as I asked.

I probably would have given him this compliment regardless of what size he was, just to boost his ego. Nevertheless, it was a lot easier to be convincing when what I was saying was absolutely true.

"I had no idea. . . you know, you're quite a bit bigger than your dad."

Later on I found out that this statement of mine made a huge impression on him. From what I've been told, sons are instinctively in some sort of unconscious sexual competition with their fathers. . . the old Oedipus thing, I suppose.

"Really?. . . Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. You know, girls like that. You're going to make some young lady very happy some day."

I went on to praise him with as many similar thoughts as I could think of. He didn't seem to be in any hurry to start touching himself but he didn't seem to be getting softer either. Obviously I didn't want that to happen, so without being too explicit, I tried to think of something to encourage him along.

"Listen David, you might find this hard to believe but this is going to be a real education for me. I've never seen a man do it to himself." In point of fact, I wasn't making this up. I never had, not even once.

"I don't even know how you do it exactly," I went on. This last part was a little bit of a fib because once I had seen a man doing it in a porno flick but he didn't do it to completion. Specifically, I had never seen anyone do it to themselves in person. My husband had never done it in front of me and none of my boyfriends had either.

"Come on," David said, "that's impossible."

"No, really. When men want to have sex, there's other things they want to do, as I'm sure you well know. Playing with themselves isn't one of them. People do that in private," there was a big pause and then I said, "Why don't you stand it up for me. I want to see how tall it is."

Without any hesitation he did.

"Have you ever measured it, you know, how many inches?" I asked.

"Seven and three quarters," he answered, once again without any hesitation.

"I have no idea what size your dad is but I'm sure it's less than that. How come you know the measurement?"

"One time when me and the guys stayed overnight at Pete's, we got out a ruler and measured 'em. "

"Really. . . so that's the kind of thing you boys do, huh. Were you the biggest?"

"Yep. . . Brian was close but I was a teeny bit longer."

"How do you make yourselves. . . you know, big like that with all those other boys around?" I asked.

"Peter had a video. . . I think he found it in his dad's stuff. Screwing and. . . you know, that kind of stuff."

"Could I have done that for you boys, do you think?" I asked, playing with the belt on my robe.

"Oooooh yeah. Brian says you're hot. He even said he wouldn't mind having sex with you."

"Oh really. . . he said that did he. Has he ever had sex with anyone?"

I took this as my cue to begin opening my robe. I made it last as long as possible, first undoing the tie and letting the sides hang slightly apart.

"I don't think so. . . not that I know of." he answered.

I slid my hand in the opening and moved my palm over one nipple making sure it was erect. David could see the back of my hand moving the robe but he couldn't see any more than that.

"Come on sweetie," I encouraged him, "it's time for you to be a bad boy. . . just like last night

Very hesitantly, almost in slow motion, he put four fingers on the underside of his cock, his thumb on the other and began to move his hand back and forth. Once he got going, he didn't seem to be having any trouble proceeding. I was mesmerized. I hoped he would erupt eventually but I had absolutely no idea what that would look like or when it would happen.

"You're very sexy, sweetheart. You're turning me on something fierce," I said and I moved my arm so that the robe fell the rest of the way open. I squeezed my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, sending small jolts through my body.

"I'm getting pretty turned on myself," he replied.

We didn't say anything for quite some time and I sat there watching him stroke his penis. A few times he looked away and increased the speed but he always looked right back.

"Don't hold back, honey. I want to see you make it cum. Can you do that for me?"

"I think so."

"Do you make a lot of it?" I asked.

"Yep. . . pretty soon," his hand was moving very rapidly now.

"Is it OK for me to watch it happen?"

"Uh huh."

I can't remember exactly what else I said to him but it was more things like that. Then without any warning his eyes widened, he switched from looking at my chest to looking at what he was doing and that was it:

He was holding himself straight up and down and in one big spurt his cum shot at least 2 feet in the air! Words aren't adequate to describe how seeing that made me feel. I had no idea something that dramatic was even possible. It felt like I'd gotten an electric shock.

And, of course, that wasn't the end of it. He kept pumping and pumping and more kept coming out. There were at least 3 or 4 more spurts, each one a little smaller than the last with a second or so in between. When he was done, his cum was all over everything, mostly on his hand and his body but some on the bed and even one glob on the carpet. This was way beyond being an education for me. It was a whole new life experience.

"That was soooo beautiful David. Thank you, thank you, thank you for letting me see it."

Contrary to his earlier reservations, he didn't seem to be at all bothered by my having seen what he had just done. In fact, just as I had predicted to him, he seemed to relish it. I covered myself back up, went to the linen closet in the hall and got him a hand towel to clean up with. When I came back and handed it to him, he had a huge grin on his face. Obviously, he was feeling very masculine. I should have stayed and helped him but I was desperately anxious to get to my room so I could jump in bed and do you-know-what.

The next morning at breakfast we picked up our conversation right where we'd left off the night before.

"That was quite a performance you put on last night, David."

"Thanks. I assume that's a compliment."

"It certainly is. I'm sure you're going to want to do it again sometime so let me save you the trouble of asking. I think I liked it almost as much as you did so whenever you want, just say the word."

"How bout tonight?"

"OK, but listen, there's something you've got to explain to me. Considering the, uhhh. . . mess that got all over everything, how come nothing like that happened that first time, when you were under the covers? I mean, you didn't put a bunch of stuff in the wash or anything so where did it all go?"

Before I even finished asking, David was giggling. "You know," he said, "I don't have to have my thing (David's quaint term for his cock and the one he always used when talking to me) pointed up like that when it. . . you know. . . comes out. I can point it down towards my chest and then my stuff stays more in one place. . . like mostly on me."

"Oh, I see. You'll have to show me that sometime. I had no idea you could make it go where you want. Does it always go that high when you send it up in the air?" I asked.

"I guess so. I've never done it that much because, like you said, it makes a mess when you do it that way."

"So, how come you did it that way last night?"

"No reason. Just got carried away I guess. By the way," he continued, "you were right. . . I didn't mind taking the covers off. You know what would be fun too, if you took your bathrobe all the way off."

"Hold on there young man. . . that's not going to happen. What I showed you last night is all you get."

"Awwwww. . . why not? You get to see all of me. Why shouldn't I get to see all of you?"

"There have to be some limits, you know, and that's one of them. I'm your mother not your girlfriend. If you're not happy about that, we can call this off altogether. You could always look on the internet or something cause it's not going to happen with me."

"OK, OK," he said, "don't get steamed. I just thought it wouldn't hurt to ask."

"Just be happy with what you've got."

Just as I expected, we had a repeat performance that night, the next night and for several consecutive nights afterwards. Being the young man that he was, he never wanted to skip a night.

During our first encounters my nipples would be maximally enlarged long before I got to David's room. The anticipation of what was about to happen always had me aroused. However, after a few of our get-togethers, my nipples started telling me that they required a bit more stimulus before they were willing to put on their little show. All it took to get them to perform was a touch from my fingers, once I had opened my bathrobe, and up they'd stand, looking like miniature fire hydrants. Of course David noticed this and was fascinated.

The third or fourth time he saw me brush them to life he asked me about it.

"That's really neat. Would they stick out like that if I touched them?"

"I'm sure they would."

"So, could I do it sometime?"

"Well, that's a possibility. Let me think about it," I replied.

I didn't want to have him believe that I was willing to automatically agree to any idea he came up with so I put off giving him an answer. If I let him do this, it would be the first time we had physical contact during one of our sessions. Of course I was inclined to let him do it because it would be kind of like putting frosting on my cake. I knew that letting him touch me there would be very stimulating to me and obviously he would really get a charge out of it himself. If ever there was a heterosexual male who wasn't interested in fiddling with a girl's boobs, I've never met him..

150 This Mother's Solution Ch. 02

joelle_m

The next time I came to his room, as usual David was lying there waiting for me. Instead of hiding himself the way he had at first, the covers were only up to his waist. I walked over and stood next to his bed.

"Mind if I peek under there?" I asked as I lifted the corner of his sheet and folded everything back to his knees.

"My, my, what have we here?" I kidded him, referring to his erection, "Why don't you scoot over so I have a place to sit."

After I sat down I asked, "Would you like to open my robe?"

His hands were a little shaky and he fumbled around a bit as he did it. I didn't do anything to help him and occupied myself with letting down my hair. When he was done, I took his hand and brought it to me.

"These are for you, tiger."

He started out touching my nipples with the tips of his fingers. They stiffened immediately. He raised his eyebrows.

"See. . . just like I said they would," I told him.

Slowly he got more adventuresome. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed them hesitantly.

"Oooooh. . . they LIKE that," I encouraged him.

He moved them from side to side with the palm of his hand then held his hand under the bottom of one and lifted it as if judging it's weight. Of course he repeatedly came back to playing with my nipples. Needless to say, no matter what he was doing, it delighted me.

"That's nice, squeeze it a little," I said, referring to the nipple he had between his finger and his thumb, "that feels sooooo good."

I put my hands over his signaling him that I liked what he was doing and wanted him to keep doing it. He was making me more and more aroused.

"I'll bet I know something else you'd like even better," I said.

"What's that?"

"They like to be kissed."

"Wow, really?. . . Can I do that?" he asked, looking incredulous with his eyebrows raised.

"Sure."

He repositioned himself, leaned across my lap and started kissing the side of my breast with tentative little pecks, gradually working his way towards the nipple. When he got there he took it between his lips and sucked softly, brushing it with the tip of his tongue and letting it pop in and out of his mouth. I put my hand behind his head to hold him against me. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven.

"You're my little baby again," I whispered in his ear.

"So, I got to do this when I was a baby, huh?" he asked, somehow managing to keep everything in his mouth as he spoke.

"For over a year actually," I clarified for him.

For a while he forgot about anything else and nursed me for quite some time. I could feel his erection pressed against the side of my leg. Eventually he pulled his head away, resumed touching my breasts with his hand and started stroking himself with the other. Because of the side I was sitting on, he had to do it with his left hand but, even though he's right-handed, it didn't seem to bother him.

Before too awfully long he said, "I'm going to cum, mom."

He had begun telling me when it was about to happen, at my request, a few days before. I loved knowing in advance. It made the anticipation all the more delicious.

"Here it comes," he exclaimed in a breathy whisper and his cum landed on both of us, part on his chest and part on mine.

And then the strangest thing happened: I spontaneously did something that I had never even considered doing beforehand.

A fair amount of cum was on my forearm and as soon as I saw it there, I raised my arm and licked it off. David's mouth hung open because he was just as surprised as I was. Neither of us said a word. For a few seconds we froze in place, just staring at each other. I couldn't think of anything earth shattering to say so I made a production of licking my lips.

"Ummm. . . yummy," I murmered.

He gave me a huge smile and then, right after I swallowed it, for the very first time I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. It wasn't a passionate kiss; just a warm, lingering, loving kiss and he kissed me back the same way. We had never kissed like that before. Not ever.

I stayed very close to him and with our lips barely apart I told him, "I love you."

"Can I kiss you again?" he whispered back and as I nodded 'yes' he did, this time much more ardently. Wet and warm our lips glided over each other, back and forth. As I registered that it was my very own son I was doing this with, a tingling sensation went through my whole body. I clearly remember feeling that.

Considering my past experiences, in more ways than one this whole thing was very unusual. I had performed oral sex on my husband a few times but I didn't particularly like doing it. I had always spit out his cum because it seemed like the obvious thing to do. He had never told me that men like it if you swallow it. My best girlfriend told me that years later. I think it implies some kind of acceptance or something. Somehow my son's cum was different. It didn't really have any flavor, kind of the same as egg whites, but taking it into my mouth and swallowing it seemed to be an almost spiritual thing. I know that sounds ridiculous but that's the way I felt.

In the logical sequence of things, I'm sure that the reader can figure out what happened next. With me sitting on his bed every night and my son right next to me, stroking himself to orgasm, it was inevitable. I knew it was going to happen and I anticipated that he would ask. Surprisingly he didn't. Instead of making any kind of request verbally, one time he silently took my hand, placed it on his cock and with raised eyebrows and a half smile on his face, looked at me expectantly. I let my hand lie there and I didn't remove it but I didn't do anything with it either. Of course I knew exactly what he had in mind.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," I said. "You know what happens. . . one thing leads to another and before you know it, we've gone too far."

The whole time I'm saying this my hand is where he put it, lying there, motionless. Even though I wasn't doing anything to stimulate him, I felt his cock reacting to my hand's presence. It wasn't getting bigger, because it was already as big as it could get, but periodically it tensed and lifted a fraction of an inch off his abdomen, lifting my hand with it.

"Oh no, I swear on a stack of bibles," he said, "I'll never ask for anything else. Please, PLEASE."

"I don't know. . . I just don't think I ought to do this," at which point he put his hand over mine, pushed down slightly and tried to move my hand back and forth.

"Oh, come on. . . please. . . I promise I'll be good."

"Well. . . I'm taking you at your word, young man. . . I know I'll regret this but maybe just this one time. . ."

And with that I slid my fingers underneath and slowly started moving my hand back and forth.

"Is that right?" I asked.

"JUUUUST right," he answered and lay back on his pillow grinning from ear to ear. As I proceeded, he clasped his hands behind his head with his elbows sticking out to each side, his eyes focused on what I was doing.

"You've got to tell me what to do," I said, "I've never done anything like this before. Am I holding it firmly enough?"

"That's about right. . . maybe a little bit harder."

A minute or so went by and the whole time I was enjoying more and more what I was doing. I was stroking him more slowly than what I remembered was his usual pace but I thought that would make things last longer. I was having too much fun to want to cut it short. I knew that at that moment, David was totally under my control. It was an exhilarating feeling.

"How fast?" I inquired, "Let me know when you want me to go faster or slower."

"OK. . . keep doing it like that for a while. That feels soooo good, you can't believe it."

There was this kind of slippery bump that my fingers felt as they glided over the ridge between the head and the shaft. The head was noticeably more purple colored. After a while, he spoke again.

"Just a little bit faster. . . yeah, yeah. . . faster. . . faster. . . oh, man."

By now I was moving my hand very rapidly and I was wondering how long I could keep it up. My arm was getting tired so I tried stopping for a few seconds and squeezing him firmly while I rested. I did this a few times and I could see by the expression on his face that he was liking it. Each time I started stroking again, he closed his eyes, pulled back his lips and I could see that he was clenching his teeth together.

At some point I changed how I was holding him so that my fingers wrapped all the way around the shaft. It was like I was afraid I was going to lose my grip. I did manage to keep stroking him, however, and all of a sudden without my knowing it was coming, the spurts began! The feeling was magical.

I pumped him as fast as I could.

I could feel each pulse under my fingers. I was so wrapped up in what I was doing that I unconsciously transferred what was happening to him back to me and I made a grunting noise with each eruption. I was feeling a sexual high that was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It's hard to explain what that felt like but I would imagine that it's similar to the way you would feel if, for the first time in your life and with no training at all, you were given the control of an airplane while it was soaring through the air.

I've totally blanked out on what happened immediately afterwards but by the time I got back to my room, I was shaking. I got in bed gave myself incredible orgasms. I don't believe I had ever been vocal when giving myself pleasure but that night I was. Very vocal with moaning and groaning and whatnot.

The next morning, what David said surprised me.

"You know mom, I heard you last night, after you went back to your room."

When he said this I was sitting at the kitchen table with my back to him, looking at the newspaper. I hoped I had misunderstood what he was saying.

"What do you mean?" I responded, pretending to be distracted by what I was reading.

This was the first time that it had crystallized in my consciousness that I had been making sounds of ecstasy while I was masturbating. Even had I realized at the time what I was doing, it never would have occurred to me that David could hear me, with two closed bedroom doors and a length of hallway in between us.

"You know what I mean, ELLEN," he said.

The way he emphasized my name went off like a gunshot in my ears. He hardly ever called me by name. It was always "mom" or "mother" or "hey, you" or something like that. The way he said it made it sound like he was talking to a girlfriend rather than a parent.

Even though I kept staring at the paper, my attention was totally focused on what he was saying. Unfortunately, no reply came to mind. There was something about the idea of him knowing that I was masturbating that made me extremely uncomfortable so I just sat there, frozen in silence. In spite of what was happening between us, I was still his mother and it seemed like this subject was a little too personal for us to be discussing. Talk about ironies: it was OK for me to know that he was masturbating and it was even OK for me to help him do it but in my mind, the reverse was out of bounds

After a while he said, "I was blown away last night. That was the best ever. From the sound of it, you must have liked it too, huh?"

I thought for a while and then in quiet, drawn out, measured tones, trying to sound severe and not very pleased that he was asking me that, I said, "Y-e-s D-a-v-i-d, I d-i-d."

"So, does that mean we can do it that way again?"

"I didn't know you were going to like it that much, " I lied, "but. . . it just so happens I liked it too. So if that's what you want, I suppose we will. Like I told you before, you're all the sex life I've got."

There was a break in the conversation and after a while I put the paper in my lap, looked over my shoulder at him and continued.

"You're probably thinking I'm a pushover. . . letting you talk me into these things. . . one thing's not going to change though, no matter what. We're never going to have regular sex. . . you do know that don't you? That's not going to happen."

"Yeah, I figured as much."

"I'm glad to hear that," the relief in my voice obvious and I turned back to look at the paper. There was a break in the conversation and I assumed David was getting his breakfast together. After a while he spoke to me again.

"You know mom, I wish you hadn't left so soon last night cause I wanted you to do it to me again."

"Again. . . what do you mean, again? I thought you were done."

"Not really."

As he was saying that, I felt his hand on the back of my head, pulling my hair to one side and then I felt something soft touch the back of my neck. Startled, I turned around in my chair and what I saw surprised me: while I wasn't looking, he had unbuttoned his jeans, lowered his shorts and there he was, hard as a rock! He had touched the back my neck with the end of his cock. He wasn't even holding it with his hand. It was sticking out like a little flag pole.

"David!" I exclaimed, "What on earth. . ."

"If you wanted to be nice you could make up for leaving too soon right now."

"Oh, really? Well, aren't I the lucky one. You know I told you that was going to be a one time thing."

"I was kind of hoping you'd change your mind."

"I'll just bet you were. Besides. . . I had no idea it was even possible for you to. . . you know. . . that often. Are you sure you can do that again, so soon?"

"You bet," and he reached down, took my hand and guided it to him.

"Boy, aren't you the horny one," I said and I started stroking him. "You sure aren't like your dad. It usually took him two or three days to recover."

He was standing right in front of me as I sat there and after a while he rested his hands on top of my head. I could feel his fingers contract and relax as he grasped my hair, keeping time with my motions as my hand went back and forth. I started out looking at what I was doing but after a while I looked up and our eyes met. I opened my mouth slightly and began breathing very deeply, the whole time with us looking at each other. Needless to say, it was a VERY intimate moment between us.

"This is making me very hot, David, are you getting close?" I asked.

"Uh-huh"

"Cum for me sweetheart. . . I want to see it."

I was all dressed up for work and I recall that I momentarily panicked about the possibility of getting my clothes messed up when the inevitable happened. It crossed my mind to keep that from happening by taking him in my mouth but that was out of the question so just in the nick of time I cupped my other hand in front of him.

"Uhhhhh. . . uhhhhh. . . oooooh yeah," he moaned.

Towards the end of his orgasm, his hands were gripping my hair so tightly it hurt a little. Once again, just like the previous night, the feeling of his cock thrusting through my fingers and seeing each spurt of cum from just inches away was mesmerizing. After he was done and he saw the pool of white liquid in the palm of my hand, he wanted me to take it in my mouth. I can't remember how he phrased it but that's what he wanted.

"Not this time, baby. Maybe some other time," I replied.

Cleaning up afterwards wasn't a big job. David wiped himself off with a paper towel; I washed my hands in the sink and we were both as good as new.

Needless to say, after that our get-togethers changed completely. From then on it was always me doing the handiwork. Once or twice I watched him do it to himself, just the way we started out, but that was the exception. Also, that was the first time we did this kind of thing outside of David's bedroom. Naturally it wasn't the last.

Weeks later we went shopping one evening. We both had some things we wanted to buy at various stores so we set out on a trip to the local mall. I was driving. As we drove on a stretch of empty road, David decided to indulge himself. He reached across the car's center console, slipped his hand inside my coat, unbuttoned the top buttons of my blouse and tried to slip his fingers inside my bra. He couldn't quite navigate this maneuver and had to settle for cupping my breast through the fabric. Nevertheless, it was a deliciously erotic thing to do and it stimulated me immensely.

"Careful young man, you're going to get yourself in trouble," I warned him.

When we got to the mall, before we got out of the car, David said, "Hey mom, there seems to be a problem here," nodding down towards his lap.

I looked over to see what it was he was talking about. He had an erection and it was obvious even though it was inside his trousers. There was no way we were going anywhere with him looking like that.

"I think you should take care of it for me," he said.

"WHAT? Right here? Are you kidding? Someone might see us. No way I'm doing anything like that."

"Would you rather walk around with me looking like this?"

I thought about it for a while, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel and asked, "Can't we just wait for it to go down?"

"I have the feeling that's not going to happen. You've got me all worked up."

There was another big pause and then he told me his solution.

"You could park over there where there's no cars," he said, looking towards an empty part of the lot that was farther away from the entrance to the mall.

"We could see someone coming long before they got there," he added.

"Yeah, but. . ."

"No buts. Come on, let's do it."

The more I thought about the idea, the more it was tempting me. It was an incredibly stupid thing to do but I decided to go along.

"OK," I said after a long pause, "but you'd better make it quick. I don't want this to backfire on us."

I started up the car and drove over. David had his pants open before I even parked. Seated the way we were, I would have had to reach over to him with my left hand which I didn't relish doing, plus the console was in the way, so I suggested we switch sides and get in the back seat. He had to zip up again but that's what we did. As soon as he was ready for me, I sat sideways facing him, conjured up as much saliva as I could muster, spit it into my hand and smoothed it over his cock. The image that made, his erection glistening in the light from one of the towers illuminating the parking lot, has stayed with me to this day. I can picture it like a photograph.

I didn't fool around with any build up because I wanted him to cum as quickly as possible, so I stroked him as hard and as fast as I could. The whole time I kept looking back and forth between David and the parking lot to see if anyone was coming but fortunately no one did. My accelerated pace did make it quick but there was a factor that neither one of us had counted on. There was no way for me to get my left hand in position, like I had weeks earlier at the kitchen table, so he spurted all over everything. On his clothes, on parts of the car. . . everything. And to make matters worse, there was nothing handy to clean up with. So the irony was, in spite of what we'd done, we didn't make it to the mall anyway. We had to go back home and erase the signs of our behavior, sinners that we were. Regardless, it was an adventure for the record books.

Right after this, David became noticeably more sexually aggressive. He took to being "fresh" (an old-fashioned term I've always liked) with me. It's like we had a certain kind of sexual familiarity with each other. For my part, I didn't mind at all because I loved the attention.

Of all the things he liked to do when we weren't in his room, probably his number one favorite was playing with my boobs. Even when there was nothing serious to immediately follow, he liked to slip his hand inside my blouse, cup my breast and feel the nipple grow hard. This might happen at any time: when he'd sneak up behind me while I was doing things in the kitchen, when we were sitting next to each other on the couch watching TV, any time at all. Often he'd kiss my neck or stick his tongue in my ear and nibble on my earlobe at the same time. To accommodate him, I took to running around the house with no bra under whatever I was wearing. Even though we weren't having actual sex, David treated me more like a lover than any of my previous boyfriends ever had, including his father Jim.

As time went by, finishing my day in David's bedroom became a regular thing. I'm sure I looked forward to being there just as much as he looked forward to having me visit. To be perfectly honest, during this time, l became obsessed with what we were doing. Making him cum was my ultimate goal, naturally, but from my point of view, what happened before that was even more important. I thought about it day and night.

After we had been getting together for several weeks, there were times when he wasn't hard every single minute, times when we were talking about other things or just joking with each other. Sooner or later, however, it was my job to awaken his sleeping sex organ from it's slumber. There were all sorts of ways I could do it. Sometimes all I had to do was kiss him, maybe somewhere on his face, maybe on his ears or neck, maybe on his chest. I was not giving him oral sex but sometimes I would pretend like I was going to and kiss him various places, moving my kisses closer and closer to his groin. That drove him to distraction and made it stiffen every time.

Right around this same time in our relationship, there was something else we did a few times that was one of David's favorites. I've never come across a name for this so it requires a bit of explanation.

Years before, when I was in college, in my sophomore year I had a dorm roommate who loved to tell me about her encounters with the various young men around campus she dated. And there were plenty of those. To be blunt, she was a poster child for the word promiscuous. I was more into studying in those days but I liked having her tell me about her adventures as much as she liked talking about them. It gave me a nice break from my bookwork. It seems she had a specialty that gave her a widespread reputation as a sort of playmate, in the Playboy magazine sense of the word. Her area of expertise was oral sex. She was quite proud of this and, as I said, loved giving her roommate (me) all the juicy details.

She told me that one aspect of her technique involved a method she used for heightening the intensity of the experience her young man was having. You'd think that a college age male, being lucky enough to be the recipient of oral sex, would be getting all the intensity he needed but apparently my friend didn't want to leave anything to chance. The way this works, she said, is that first you tell the guy to let you know when he is about to cum, at which point you take his penis out of your mouth, grip it in one hand with your thumb on the top side, at about the mid point of the shaft, and two or three fingers on the other side, by the head. Then you bend the shaft over your thumb until it's at about a 90 degree angle, pointing towards the gentleman's chest, and hold it there for 10 or 15 seconds. That sounds like it would be very painful for the poor guy but she swore that it wasn't. What happens, she claimed, is that the whole orgasm mechanism is turned off and the guy's urge to cum immediately ceases. Then you start the whole process over again and do the same thing another time or two: work him up and shut him down, work him up and shut him down and so forth. And then comes the finale.

After the last time you've held things off, you let your guy go to completion, just like you would normally, and a number of remarkable things happen. First of all, and most importantly, the orgasm he experiences is considerably more intense. According to what her fortunate men-friends told her, it's a real mind-blower. Secondly, the physical aspects are more dramatic also. The guy produces maybe half again as much cum as he ordinarily would, plus there are more spurts and each one comes out with much greater force.

When I related this story to David, naturally he was very keen to have me do it to him. Even though I wasn't giving him blowjobs, as my roommate referred to them, it was easy to adapt her technique to what we were doing, especially considering that my hand was where it should be right from the start. The first time we tried it, we were a little late shutting things down and since I was worried about hurting him when I bent his cock, I did it very slowly. The result was that we didn't stop him from ejaculating. After that, just so I would be more confidant the next time, we practiced the bending part several times and he told me that it didn't hurt at all. After that, every time we tried it, everything went just about the way my roommate had advertised.

Considering that, aside from her sexual proclivities, my roommate was kind of a ding-bat, I must say that I was quite surprised. For reasons I'm not quite sure of, I had never tried doing this with either my boyfriends or with my husband Jim. Maybe that's because I didn't expect it to work, which would have made the whole thing kind of embarrassing.

There was one other thing that David and I took to doing regularly but this one we invented ourselves. From comments that he had made to me, some of which I've already related, I got the impression that David liked the idea of cumming more than once during each of our evenings together. When we did it, the second go-round took considerably longer plus there was a fairly long break in between while David recovered. I enjoyed our extra time together immensely because it gave us a chance to talk. Since we were lying in his bed together, with him fully naked and me half naked, we conversed about things I would imagine rarely come up between most mothers and their sons.

We told dirty jokes to each other; I told him about my sexual experiences with other men (not including his dad); he told me about girls that he lusted after, what it was about their physical appearance that he found attractive and exactly what kind of sexual activity he would like to do with them, should he ever have the opportunity; I told him about unusual encounters that women friends had related to me (whips and chains, guys that liked to be tied up, that kind of thing); etc., etc., etc. The conversation I remember most clearly was the time David told me about a double date he had gone on with his best boyfriend, Brian and their girlfriends.

Because we were so open and frank with each other, I knew that David was still a virgin but his date this night, a girl named Kristy, was the girl he hoped would someday relieve him of that unpleasant label. After a movie, the four of them went over to his friend's house because his parents were out of town on a trip. As would be expected, shortly thereafter a make-out session ensued.

"So, did you two have fun after Brian and his girlfriend went to the other room?" I asked.

"We sure did."

"What did you do? Tell me about it."

"Oh, you know. . . lots of kissing, stuff like that."

"Come on," I prompted him, "I'll bet you did more than that."

"Well. . . she let me get into her pants."

"Ooooh, wow. . . she's never let you do that before I take it"

"Nope. Up til then I only got to play with her tits."

"So. . ."

"Well, she was wearing this short skirt, like she always does, and I was feeling up her legs, only this time when I tried to go higher, she didn't stop me. Before she never let me get much past her knees. This time I got to go all the way up and she never said anything."

"Then what happened?"

"I was feeling her through her panties and boy were they wet. . . I mean soaking wet, not just a little damp. Is that supposed to happen?"

David had apparently started to recover from his first climax because he was getting hard again. I wanted to hear the end of what he was telling me, though, so I let him continue talking without doing anything.

"Yes it is," I said, in answer to his question, "that's what girls do when they get excited. You were turning her on."

"Neat. . . anyway, after I felt her for a while through her panties, she let me go underneath and. . ."

"And what?"

After a long pause he said, "and, you know. . . I got to feel her pussy. It was all soft and squishy and stuff."

"Well, congratulations. Is that the first time you ever got to do that to a girl?"

"Uh huh."

"Did you know what to do. . . how to touch her there?"

"What do you mean, how? I just played with her pussy. . . she seemed to like it," he said.

"I'm sure she did but. . . did you make her cum?"

"I'm not sure. . . I don't know if I did or not. If I did, it wasn't real obvious. . . She didn't yell and scream or anything.

"There's a special way that girls like to be touched, David. Just like there's a special way that I touch you. If you want to make Kristy have her climax, you have to touch her that way."

There was a long pause and I said, "Hasn't your dad ever told you about that?"

"No."

"Well, he should have. OK, here's the deal," and I gave him the best explanation I could of how that works, all about clitorises and whatnot.

"Why don't you show me how to do it to you and then I'd know for sure?" he asked.

"I could but you KNOW that's not going to happen. We've talked about that before. That's something you'll just have to learn on your own," and to get his mind off what he was thinking I said, "now why don't you close your eyes and imagine what it'll be like if Kristy lets you put this big thing of yours inside her someday," and I started stroking him.

"There's something else you've got to remember too, if you and Kristy ever do it. If she's a virgin, you're going to have to go real slow with her. You could split her open with this monster of yours, make her bleed all over the place. If you're careful though, it'll make her feel soooo good, sweetheart," I cooed to him, "You'll make her cum over and over again."

"I'd rather do it to you, mom. . . I'd rather make you cum."

"I wish I could let you. Really I do. . . but we can't do that. Listen, let me tell you something. You know what you were doing that day I saw you looking at my picture? I'm sure you know, girls do that too. I can guarantee you that Kristy has played with herself many, many times while she was thinking of you."

"Is that right? That never occurred to me."

"You bet I'm right. . . Let me tell you a little secret. . . You do the same thing to me. . . I touch myself that way every single night thinking of nothing but you. You make me cum, my darling little lover, you just don't do it with your thing."

"You mean every night you. . ."

"Yes I do, sweetheart. I can't help it because doing this," I said, looking down at his erection as I moved it through my hand, "makes me so excited I have to." That was the last of our conversation before we concentrated on finishing the task at hand.

Part of my obsession had to do with making David's ejaculations as visually dramatic as possible. So, regardless of the clean-up problems it caused, I almost always held his cock straight up and down when the 'moment of truth' arrived. I remember that on this particular night, most likely because of our sexy conversation, the second time I made him cum, it was even more spectacular than the first. His gush must have gone half way to the ceiling!

As close as we were, everything David and I did together wasn't sexually oriented. For one thing, once in a blue moon, as they say, I slept overnight in David's bed. However, I never did it with anything sexual in mind. A few times it was because he was sick and I wanted to comfort him. Other times I just felt the need to be close to someone, especially David, while I slept.

I always made it a point to wear something in addition to my nightgown because of those unintended things that can happen when you're fast asleep and the person you are intimate with is sleeping next to you. I remembered from my time being married that it was common to find myself having sex with Jim without being conscious of how things got started. I knew this was a possibility with David too but I figured that having to remove a bunch of clothes before we went 'all the way' would make me wake up, at which point I could put a stop to things.

One night David was suffering from a cold and after our usual erotic romp, we decided it would be nice if I stayed the night with him. Somehow, no matter how sick he was, he still liked having me play with his "thing". Anyhow, afterwards, when we turned off the lights, David went to sleep with me holding him in my arms. I couldn't go to sleep right away myself and after a while the reason became apparent. To put it simply, I was horny. VERY horny.

I should have climbed out of bed, gone back to my room and relieved myself the way I usually did after our nightly encounters but because of our sleeping arrangement, that was difficult to do. Since one side of his bed, the one I was sleeping on, was situated next to a wall, I was afraid that climbing over him would wake him up. Instead I tried to push my emotions out of my mind. Eventually, after about an hour, I drifted off. Exactly what happened after that, I'm not too clear about because a lot of it took place while I was still at least partially asleep.

I think there was a lot of lips-on-bodies type kissing and wrestling around. I'm guessing that David was awake for longer than I was but possibly not. Regardless, he was the aggressor and a very pleasurable aggressor he was. While I was in my dream-state, I'm pretty sure that David was kissing and licking my legs. What ever he was doing, it gave me this blissful feeling, sort of the same way a very pleasant dream would. As I was waking up, I became aware that his lips and his kisses were right where my thighs and the crotch of my panties come together.

"David. . . DAVID. . . " I said loudly enough to be sure he was awake and from the tone of my voice to let him know that what he was doing had to stop.

He made no answer but he rolled away to the side. For a brief moment I worried that something I had wanted to avoid had happened but as I became more aware of our situation, I realized that it had not. My nightgown was bunched up around my waist but other than that, what I was wearing was not disrupted at all. Surprisingly, that was the end of it. I took David in my arms again and we both went right back to sleep. The next day we didn't speak about what had happened and haven't to this day.

There was another incident, this one of a different sort, that happened another time we slept together. This one was entirely of my own making. Sometime in the middle of the night I partially woke and realized that I was massaging my clitoris. I hoped that I could quietly satisfy myself, with David being none the wiser, and then go back to sleep.

I was careful not to make any moans and groans and avoided all the body movement I could. Unfortunately, I forgot about the facial expressions I was making. Just when things were going very nicely, I can't be sure but out of the corner of my eye I thought I glimpsed David looking at me. At the time my mouth was wide open, my lips were curled in a grimace and my head was tilted back on my pillow because I was in the throes of my orgasm.

I didn't look over at David, which would have told him I knew he was looking at me, but instead I closed my eyes and kept my climax going for a while longer. It was too late to stop and pretend that nothing was going on. If David was looking at me, he must have had quite an eyeful, even if all he could see was my face. After it was over, I kept my eyes closed and took a few deep breaths. I let myself calm down for a few minutes, rolled on my side with my back to David and went back to sleep, just as I had originally intended. The same as the other time, the next day neither of us spoke of this.

And then there was New Year's Eve.

Neither David nor I had made any plans with other people so we decided to stay at home and celebrate by ourselves. To liven things up, a few days before, on my way back from work, I stopped at the store and bought us a bottle of Champaign. Since I wasn't much of a drinker, that night it only took a couple of glasses before I was feeling tipsy. I'm sure David was too. We should have rented a movie but instead we tuned in the TV to the traditional Dick Clark countdown from Times Square. Of course, that was just as boring as it always is so our attention drifted to other things.

After a little more of the bubbly stuff, we were sitting on the couch cuddling and petting. The only thing that interrupted us was when we'd stop to have more to drink. Unbelievably (to me anyway) after a couple of hours we finished the whole bottle. To call a spade a spade, by then we were both dead drunk.

I don't remember much of anything after that except that some how, some way I ended up giving David oral sex. And the only reason I remember even that much is one little detail that registered through my alcoholic fog: the temperature of his cum. Considering that I had done oral several times with other men, which means that I should have known about the particulars in advance, it seems a little odd that the only thing that stuck in my mind is that his cum felt like it had been heated in the microwave.

Naturally, on New Year's Day we talked about what we had done the night before. David seemed to remember a lot more about it than I did and he reminded me of some things that I wasn't particularly thrilled to hear.

"I think last night's going to be my all time favorite New Year's party, mom."

"Really. . . let me ask you something. . . I didn't misbehave by any chance, did I?"

"Oh, I don't know. . . depends on how you look at it."

"Uh oh. . . Did I really. . ." and he knew what I was asking without my even saying it.

"Yes you did."

"I was afraid of that. What else did I do?" I asked him.

"Nothing much really. . . let's see, you tried to swallow my thing."

"I WHAT??? What on earth are you talking about?" I asked.

"You know. . . you tried to take it all the way in your mouth. Deep throat I think it's called."

"Oh my God!"

"But you didn't make it. . . you gagged."

"I can't believe this. . ., " I stammered.

"Who cares," David said, "there's always next time."

"Are you kidding? There isn't going to be a next time. We're not going to do that again. It's too much like regular. . . you know. . . screwing. You know as well as I do, we got carried away. We both had too much to drink."

(As a side note, several years earlier I had managed "deep throat" with a boyfriend. Most likely that was because his penis is quite a bit smaller. He and David aren't even in the same league, size-wise. David's dad is sort of in-between but, even though he likes oral sex, remarkably, he never asked me to do it to him so I never did. I imagine I tried to do it for David simply because I wanted to please him.)

Speaking of oral sex, coincidentally, about a week later my computer crashed and I had to take it to the shop for repair. Not wanting to let my email stack up, I asked David if I could use his PC once in a while to see if I had any messages. One weekend afternoon when I went to his room to do that, I noticed that David had left his web browser running with his "Favorites" list superimposed on one side. I wasn't inclined to snoop but I couldn't help noticing that he had created several folders to categorize the various sites he had bookmarked. One of those folders was titled "Girls". My curiosity got the better of me, so I opened that folder and inside were a half dozen or so web site addresses, all of them, as I discovered when I opened them, porno stuff.

That part didn't surprise me. I knew that boys David's age (or boys of any age for that matter) were interested in that kind of thing. What did surprise me, however, was that they were all oriented to a very specific kind of sex. Some were collections of still photographs and some were videos. Regardless of the format, they were all what the copy on the web sites referred to as "cum shots". David wasn't home so I spent a bit of time going through them.

After looking for a while, I determined that David was fascinated by this part of oral sex. As long as what we were doing didn't involve him putting his penis in my mouth, I had no problem with that. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could so the images I was seeing became a kind of teaching tool for me.

The next time I came to his room, I wanted to treat him to some of what I had learned. Having had a lot of practice, when I was stroking him I could tell when he was close to cumming.

"Are you getting there, sweetheart?" I asked.

"Uh huh."

"Cum on my face, baby."

"Oh, wow."

I leaned over and held my head just inches away from the end of his cock. The first spurt landed on my cheek and the rest close by. I must have been quite a sight with his sperm splashed all over my face.

"Wow. . . that was great! Oh, geeze mom. . . some almost got in your eye," he said and he took his thumb and wiped it away.

"I didn't know you'd go for that," he continued, "I was afraid to ask."

Usually, we took a break of 10 or 15 minutes before David was ready for a repeat performance but this time he was so aroused that he wanted to begin the second round immediately. My hand and his cock were still wet from the first time, so we made a lot of squish, squish, squishing sounds. It was a calendar night for both of us.

Speaking of squishing sounds, at this same time I hit on the idea of occasionally using a lubricant. I didn't have anything appropriate in my toiletries so instead I filled a little glass vial with olive oil. I would pour a stream over his cock as it lay on his abdomen and, just to be sure there was plenty, I would pour some in the palm of my hand. Seeing the oil coating his big, shinny pillar of flesh and watching it ooze between my fingers and run over the back of my hand, gave me a definite thrill.

Starting out each time with this new olive oil thing, over the next several days I treated David to a variety of "cum shots", all of which I borrowed from his bookmarked web sites. Sometimes I would stick out my tongue just before the climactic moment and he would try to deposit his cum there. We usually did this with David standing up. Other times I would position my face maybe half a foot or a foot away. This was a mixed success because a smaller percentage made it to my mouth, which is where he wanted it to go. And then there were times when I positioned myself even farther away and his cum would land who knows where. I know these things were very close to being actual oral sex but since I was making him cum with my hand and not with my mouth, that difference made it acceptable to me.

Right around this same time, David started focusing on how I was dressed when we were having our little sexcapades. I discovered from our conversations that he was stimulated by having me wear certain kinds of under garments, especially the old-fashioned kind. Instead of my bathrobe, he liked me to come to him wearing regular clothes. Often I would dress the same as I would before going to work. It was all very kinky but we both loved the erotic charge it gave us.

After we had talked for a while, I would invite him to undress me but I only allowed him to go part way. I always kept my lower half covered. When he took off my skirt or dress or pant suit, I usually had on very skimpy and alluring under things. I never wore a thong for him but I did wear lace trimmed, high-cut panties from time to time. He also liked thigh high stockings. For a change of pace, one time I modeled old style nylons for him, held up with a garter belt. He liked those even better. To finish things off, for shoes he loved to have me wear high-heeled pumps. I kept those, my panties and my stockings on even after he had removed the rest of my clothes.

One time when I was dressed this way, I turned around to pick up a book that I had accidentally knocked off his desk. As I was doing that, David shamelessly confessed to me what he was looking at. My legs were straight and I was bent over at the waist with my butt pointed towards him.

"Geeeze mom. . . dad should have taken a picture of you from this angle. You look so. . . sexy. I love the way your panties stretch across. . . between your legs back there." Even though he expressed it imprecisely, obviously he was referring to the fabric covering his favorite opening in my body.

"You'd like to see under there, wouldn't you." I teased him as I looked over my shoulder in his direction.

Our undressing procedure became a kind of sex all by itself, right from the time he unbuttoned the top button on my blouse until he unzipped my skirt and dropped it to the floor. Every once in a while he would get carried away and place his hand on my pussy, holding it through the silk of my panties and pressing one of his middle fingers inward. While he was doing this, he would embrace me with his other arm, holding his body against mine and nuzzling my hair with his nose. As marvelous as this felt to me, it always ended the same way.

"No darling. . . you know that's not a good idea," I would whisper to him.

Even though it was contrary to what I was saying, I would press my hips against his hand in a couple of little thrusts, giving him the impression that what he was doing was irresistible to me, which in fact it was. Regardless, he knew this was something he was not supposed to be doing so he would stop. Occasionally he was naughty this way but by and large he always respected my wishes.

It was now maybe 4 or 5 months since the first time I had come to David's room and with a few exceptions, things continued pretty much the same way for the next several months. One night was decidedly out of the ordinary because of something David had been pestering me about repeatedly. Our discussion about it usually went something like this:

"How come you get to see me naked all the time but I never get to see you, except for those?" he would ask, indicating my breasts.

"There's all kinds of reasons, David. For one thing women are more modest. For another, I don't want this to get out of hand. Mothers just don't show themselves to their sons that way, now do they."

After a while, though, I got tired of him needling me about it so I caved in and agreed to give him what he wanted. I made it clear that this was going to happen only once.

As it happened, I had a CD with some old instrumental music on it. One cut featured the kind of saxophone music you would expect to hear while buxom girls with tassels glued to their nipples paraded across the stage. I thought this would create an appropriate atmosphere while I treated David to my strip-tease so I brought it with me and had him put his player on "Repeat" while I performed. I explained the idea behind what I was doing and he seemed to like it.

Before I got started, I made him promise to stay on his bed while he watched me from across the room. I made sure that I was wearing all of his favorite undergarments and as I undressed, I exaggerated my movements the same way a stripper in a sleazy night club would. The whole time I was doing this, David was getting into the humor of the situation, mock yelling out inappropriate comments to me as if he was a drunk in the audience.

"Let your hair down you sexy thing," and I did what he asked, taking it down from being pinned up.

"Yeah, that's right," he went on.

Then it was, "hey girlie, show me your tits," so I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, shrugged it off my shoulders, twirled it on my finger and tossed it aside.

"Come on baby, take off that bra."

"Oooooh, nice. Look at that. . . your nips are sticking out."

"Shake those boobs for me," and I bent forward and wiggled them with my hands.

"Aaalll right, you've got nice ones, sweetie!"

"Lift up that skirt. . . higher. . . higher. . ."

"Need help with that zipper? No? Well, take the damn thing off."

"No, no. Leave those nylons on," he said as I started to roll down my thigh-highs.

"Take off those panties instead."

Before I did it, I turned my back to him, hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down very, very gradually, an inch at a time. When they got to my knees, I let them drop to the floor.

"That's a good girl, now turn around," he suggested.

I put my hands on top of my head and did as he asked. For the first time ever, I was fully exposed to him. I don't keep my pubic hair cropped in a narrow row, the way a lot of women do these days but I do trim it short. I started doing that when I was married to Jim, at his request, and I've kept it that way ever since. For a few seconds I felt self conscious with David being able to see me this way but I got over it quickly.

"Jeeeeeze mom," he said, slipping out of character, "I can't believe it. . . you are one good lookin lady! You know, you're a whole lot more attractive now than you were when dad took those pictures."

"Why thank you. It's nice of you to say so."

"No, really. . . hey. . . remember when you picked up my book off the floor the other day?. . . do that again."

"DAVID!. . . that would be embarrassing," I said.

"Come on. . . who cares. I've just about seen it all anyway. . . go on. . . do it."

"I know what you want to look at, you little devil. That's all you guys think about, isn't it."

I turned my back to him again, put my feet a ways apart, bent over and wrapped my arms around my legs from the inside, grasping the back of my ankles. My hair was loose and hanging down on the floor. David, much to his pleasure, had a bird's eye view of the most personal part of my anatomy. Looking through my legs, I could see him upside-down. He was masturbating like crazy.

As I explained at the beginning of this article, David and I met for our trysts regularly for over a year. Then something happened to change that: he lost his virginity. He started having sex with Kristy and our nightly encounters tapered off. They never stopped completely though. I was disappointed but I was very happy for him. Plus, I was relieved to know that what we had been doing hadn't messed up his natural sex life. Eventually David moved out to share an apartment with Kristy and things between us slowed down even more.

After David stopped living with me, I became reacquainted with a fellow named Ken who had been a good friend in college. Eventually Ken and I got married. David and Kristy eventually split up and after that David met and married a sweet girl named Jessica. I assumed that things between us had come to an end.

Several months later, David stopped by to visit me, one of the many times he had done that since we stopped living together. I was still in our original home because, even though Ken and I were dating, we hadn't yet married. When David got there, we shared a bit of small talk and then he said something I never expected to hear.

"You know mom, this will probably surprise you but I can't get it out of my mind. . . what we used to do in my bedroom. . . ," there was a long pause and then he continued, "I want to do it again."

Hearing him say that stunned me.

"Oh my God, honey. Are you sure? I didn't think. . ."

"The truth is, I've never had it like that with anyone else. What we used to do just turns me on more. . . I can't help it. It just does," he stammered, looking at the floor as he talked. I could tell he was feeling very emotional and having a hard time talking.

"I can't believe you're saying this. . . do you know how wrong that would be? You're married to Jessica."

"Yeah, but it was also wrong before Jessica and I got married. That never stopped us, did it."

"No. . . I guess it didn't," I replied, "You know, I don't think she'd be too thrilled if we did that and she found out about it."

"Well, I won't tell her if you don't," he said.

"Is there something wrong with the sex you have with her?"

"Not really. . . but there's more to it than that. It's because you're my mother. That's what makes it exciting. . . ten times more exciting. Sex with her is OK but what we used to do is something else. It's like two different things. I can't explain it."

"That's OK sweetheart, you don't have to explain it to me. . . I shouldn't tell you this but I know what you're talking about. . . I know EXACTLY what you're talking about because that's the way it is with me too."

"Listen mom. . . no more foolin around. . . I'm so hot for you I can't stand it. . . you know we're gonna do it."

I could feel the excitement tightening my chest. I knew he was right. I hadn't felt this way in a long, long time and thought I'd never feel it again.

"I can't believe this," was all I could reply.

"This time we're going to do something different, though."

"Oh God. . . what's that?"

"You're gonna take me in your mouth," he said.

"OH, no. I can't do that and. . ."

"Yes you can, you already have. . . you did it New Year's Eve and you're going to do it now. I've wanted you to do that for so long that. . . you're just gonna. I'm not taking no for an answer."

His eyes locked on mine. The silence and the tension was unbearable. I knew I couldn't talk him out of it so I didn't say anything. We just looked at each other and I felt this strange calm come over me. I felt like I was floating. Sex with David wasn't over after all. I waited to see what would happen next and when he stood up from his chair and moved in front of where I was sitting, I got my answer.

"Unbutton em," he said and I knew he meant the buttons closing the waist and the fly of his jeans.

Comically, it was difficult to do because he was already erect, making them hard to squeeze through their holes. When I dropped his pants down around his ankles, he pulled down his boxer shorts and there it was, as big and beautiful as ever, sticking out from below hisT-shirt. I raised my arm intending to take hold of his erection but he pushed my hand away before I got there.

He tried to bring me closer by pulling me forward in my chair but it was evident that this wasn't going to work because my knees and the chair seat got in the way so he stepped back and kept moving me towards him. I fell to my knees by his feet. I hoped he couldn't tell but I was starting to shake.

He put his hands on the sides of my head and guided himself towards my lips. I started by kissing the head several times and licking all around it. I had to keep it in place by holding the shaft with my hand. After a while I surrounded the end with my lips and brushed the tip of my tongue back and forth across the opening. And then he started pushing deeper.

Fortunately, he didn't try to force himself in too far before pulling back. As he increased the speed of his thrusts, he moved my head back and forth with his hands. I dropped my hand and kept both of them down at my side so he could dictate the tempo. I looked up at him to be sure I was doing what he wanted. After a while, he pulled himself almost all the way out.

"Suck on it," he said and I did, letting the head pop in and out of my lips. With all the saliva, it made a slurping noise each time it came out. I did this over and over again.

"Harder," he commanded and I took it in a little farther and started sucking more vigorously.

I cupped his scrotum in my hand, squeezing his balls very gently.

"It's been more that a week," he breathed huskily, "this is gonna be a big one."

I grasped the side of his hips and moved my head as fast as I could.

"Here it comes, mom. . ."

His cum burst into my mouth so strongly it made me choke and sputter. I had to pull back. As I tried to clear my throat, I instinctively closed my eyes and I could feel more cum landing on my forehead and in my hair.

"Are you OK?" David asked me.

"Yeah I'm fine," I said, coughing, "It went down the wrong way is all. . . Jeeeze David, I must be a real mess."

He reached over my head and gave me the kitchen towel lying behind me on the counter. I wiped myself off as best I could. He sank down beside me and helped me with the towel, wiping off places I had missed and giving me little kisses on the side of my head at the same time. Remembering David's stamina, I knew this was only the beginning.

"Would you like to come up to my room?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Well, pull up your pants then," and as we stood up, he did, fastening only the top button.

I took him by the hand and led him up the stairs. As we reached the top, David reached around my arm and clasped my breast through my blouse. I turned around to face him and we kissed. We kissed very passionately with our lips all over each other, with our mouths open and the tips of our tongues dancing together. We were making love.

As soon as I closed the door to my bedroom, we frantically undressed ourselves. He took off everything he was wearing and I took off everything but my slip and my panties. I knelt in front of him, intending to take him in my mouth again, the same as I had downstairs, but he moved away, grabbed the covers on my bed and with a sweep of his arm, pulled them off on the floor, leaving nothing but the bottom sheet. I remember that I felt a wave of panic sweep over me because I was afraid that he was intending for us to have sex and I was feeling helpless to stop him.

He took my arm and pulled us down on the bed together. I ended up on my back with David beside me and for a long time we kissed, bringing our lips together briefly and then separating a few inches, looking into each other's eyes as we did. After we repeated this many times, David pulled away and got up on his knees.

"I know what you want, mom," he said and slid his hand under my slip as he said it.

He slipped his fingers between my legs and ever so slowly moved his hand higher, lightly squeezing my thigh along the way. I wanted to stop him but at the same time I wanted him to continue. The way our eyes were locked together made words impossible. He got closer and closer and closer and then he was there.

"You're very wet, " he said.

He glided his hand lightly over the fabric of my panties for a while and then started pressing with his fingers. He definitely knew what he was doing. Even with material in the way, he went right to the magic spot. Resisting him was out of the question. He moved his fingers against me repeatedly and I could feel the first stirrings, making my thigh muscles and groin muscles tense towards each other and then relax, tense and relax, over and over. My anticipation was enormous.

"Does that feel good, mom?"

I closed my eyes half way, clamped my teeth over my lower lip and nodded.

"I can't believe you're doing this," I said.

There was no turning back. I raised my knees, placed my feet flat on the bed and spread my legs apart. I was totally open to him. His fingers continued their rhythm, pressing against me.

"You want me to do it to you, don't you," he said and I nodded again, more enthusiastically this time.

"Tell me."

"Please David. . . make me cum. . . I want you to. . . I've wanted you to for so long."

I raised my hips higher, uncontrollably flexing them back and forth against his hand. I was getting closer and closer.

"That's it. . . that's it. . . aaaaah. . . OOOOOH," and I was cumming.

He kept it going for a short period of time then stopped moving his fingers. Just like that it was over. It was like a splash of cold water in the face. I had wanted it to go on and on.

He lay down beside me. His head was resting on his hand, the length of his forearm off the bed, and his face was no more than a few inches from mine.

"David. . . pleeeeese honey. . ."

His other hand had never left my panties and thankfully he started rubbing me again, just the way he had been before he stopped. I was sooooo happy.

I closed my eyes as my consciousness drifted off and I waited for it to happen again. He had just gotten started and in one rapid motion he raised his hand above the waistband of my panties and slip and slid his fingers underneath. Before I could react, his fingers were inside of me. I opened my eyes and started to say something but he put his other hand over my mouth, signaling me not to. He moved his fingers faster and more forcefully this time and in no time at all, it happened again. My orgasm was explosive.

"UUUUUH. . . UUUUUH. . . OOOOOH GOD DAVID. . ."

I arched my back and I could see his hand under my panties, stretching them outward. Their wetness made his knuckles and the back of his hand transparently visible.

"Do you like that mother?"

"Oh yeeeesssss son. . ."

He started alternating between rubbing my clitoris and entering me with several fingers bunched together. Somehow he was touching a second magic spot, deep inside. I'd never felt anything like it before. It was transcendent. His timing, changing from one way to the other, couldn't have been better. I had climax after climax, each one more intense than the last. Finally, I couldn't take any more.

"OOOOOH, that's it. . . stop. . . STOP. . .," I begged, my voice making a high pitched, almost crying sound.

As David took his hand away, I was quietly whimpering.

"UMMMMM. . . UMMmmm. . . ummmmm. . . "

I lay there for a while just breathing, trying to catch my breath. As I came to my senses, I looked over at David and one by one, he was putting the ends of his wet fingers in his mouth and pulling them out through his lips.

I was almost afraid to hear the answer but I asked, "do you like how I taste?"

"Of course I do. . . I love everything about you. . . You taste like my mother."

David could say the most wonderful things sometimes. That's one I'll remember always. Word for word.

"It's never happened to me like this before," I said, running my fingers through his hair, "You've given me the best sex I've ever had," and it was true. I wasn't exaggerating.

"I've never been this hot before either. . . you make me crazy, mom. . . Do you know how many times I've wanted to rip off your clothes and spread your legs and put my thing inside of you? Looking at your tight little ass makes me nuts. . . that's all I can think about when I see you.

"Remember years ago when you used to come kiss me goodnight after I went to bed? You'd kiss me on top of my head?. . . sometimes I'd pretend to be asleep but I wasn't. You never had anything on under your nightgown. When you bent over to kiss me, I looked down the neck and I could see everything. . . your tits, your pussy. . . everything."

"Oh my. . . I didn't know I was doing that. . . honest I didn't."

"You got me so I'd jerk off every night. The very first time I did it I was thinking about you. The first time ever."

"Gosh David, I don't know what to say."

There was a long break in the conversation while David leaned over and kissed my breasts and sucked on my nipples. Sex was obviously still on the front burner for him. Eventually he licked his way up my neck and whispered in my ear.

"Do you want me to take off your panties?"

Even though he didn't say it explicitly, I knew immediately this was David's polite way of saying that he wanted to fuck me and at the same time asking my permission. To this day I can't believe I had the will power to give him the answer I did.

"No, no. . . don't. "

The one thing that made this answer even possible was that a few minutes before he had given me the best orgasm I'd ever had. Nothing we could have done could possibly have been better. Nevertheless, without even asking, he could have pulled down my panties, knelt between my legs and entered me and I wouldn't have done one single thing to stop him. To get him away from what he was thinking, I turned the tables.

"Your thing looks like it needs attention. . . do you want me to kiss it again?" I asked.

He nodded in the affirmative, "Uh huh."

"Turn towards me a little."

I was so grateful I would have given him anything he wanted so I got on my knees, stroked the lower half of his cock and moved my head up and down on the top half. My hair hung down and covered what I was doing. Immediately he brushed some off to each side so he could watch. Amazingly, it didn't take long to happen, evidently because he was still as excited as I was. As I felt his spurts hit the back of my throat, once again transcendence was my reward. I felt a kind of ecstasy that's impossible to describe.

The second he was done, David grabbed my head, pulled me to him and kissed me. My mouth was still wet with his cum because I had only swallowed part of it. This happened so fast that before I could focus, we were kissing with open mouths. I'm sure his cum got mixed with our saliva and passed back and forth between us. I had never done anything like that with anyone.

When we finally broke apart, I swiveled around, snuggled my back into his arms and we cuddled like spoons. He reached his arm around my waist and gently held my breast. As I stared off into space, my mind a total blank, I could feel his erection slowly soften as it rested against my backside. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, in a matter of minutes I fell asleep. He got out of bed sometime later but I was oblivious. When I awoke, he was gone. He had put the blankets over me and lying by my head there was a flower he had taken from an arrangement in the living room.

Of everything that happened, the most amazing thing to me is that I got more pleasure from David's hand than I ever had from full fledged sex with other men, including his dad. WAY more. Obviously, David being my son has something to do with it but I think the main reason is that sometime after his first experiences with his girlfriend Kristy, somewhere David learned a lot about how to please a woman. As the reader will recall, the first time David touched Kristy, he didn't have a clue. I have no idea how he learned what he did and I never asked. I doubt if it was from one of his girlfriends or from Jessica because most likely they were just as inexperienced as he was. Maybe it was because of another one of those countless wonders of the web. Regardless of how he figured it out, having a lover who knows what David knows is something that most women would 'kill for'.

As this is being written, it's roughly eight months after the momentous encounter I've just described. In the intervening time, nothing similar has transpired. Perhaps the reason for that can best be explained by my recollection of the phone conversation I had with David the next day. He placed the call and I recognized his cell phone number on the ID as I answered.

"Hello."

"Hi mom, it's me."

"Hello David. How are you sweetheart?"

"Oh, not too bad," he said and for several minutes we talked about problems he was having with a new job that he had started the month before. After a while, however, the subject switched to the inevitable. He was the first to dip his toe in the water.

"You were amazing yesterday," he said.

"You were pretty amazing yourself."

"I can't stop thinking about what we did. . . I want to see you again as soon as we can," he went on.

"Listen, honey, you know you can see me anytime you want. . . but not that way."

"What'd ya mean?"

"I mean we can't do that anymore. . . we have to bring it to a stop."

"WHAT??? What are you talking about?. . . I thought you had a good time."

"Oh, I did sweetheart. . . that's the best it's ever been for me. . . I'm serious. . . but that's not it. You know as well as I do, if we get together like that again. . . what's going to happen."

"We didn't do it yesterday, did we?" he replied, "I was good. I didn't try to force you or anything."

"No you didn't and I appreciate that more than you'll ever know but the problem is I just can't resist you anymore." There was a long pause. I waited for David to say something but he didn't, so I continued.

"Let me ask you something. If we ever. . . you know. . . went all the way, would that bother you?"

"Of course not. . . why would it bother me?"

"That's what I thought. I knew that's how you'd feel. See, you and me think about this differently. I want to have sex with you as much as you do, probably more. . . but we just can't. It wouldn't be right. If we did it once, we'd be doing it all the time and some day, some how, someone would find out and then where would we be? It just can't happen."

"But mom, maybe it's not a good idea for most people but everyone's not the same."

"That doesn't make any difference. Among other things, it's against the law. People think it's. . . I don't know. . . evil. Listen, David, you've got to promise me something. Ken and I are going to be getting married pretty soon. I couldn't marry him if we were doing that. It just wouldn't be right. Also, it's not that long since you and Jessica got married." There was a long pause. The silence, as they say, was deafening.

"I'm not saying that there's no possibility it will ever happen," I continued, "anything's possible. . . but for now you've got to promise me that if we're ever alone together, you won't try to get me to. . ."

"I don't want to promise you that, mom."

"David, I'm not kidding. . . you HAVE to promise, you absolutely have to. . . or else I've got to stay away from you when you're. . . you know, by yourself," I pleaded.

"OK, OK. If that's the way you feel about it. . . I promise."

"Thank you, sweetheart. That means a lot to me."

There was a long pause and then he went on, "There is one problem, though, and I can't do anything about it."

"What'd ya mean?" I asked.

"Well, right now… all I'm doing is talking to you on the phone. . . and I've got this monstrous hard-on," he said and we both laughed.

"Oh, my. . . I sure hope you're not where anyone can see you."

"Nawwwww. . . I'm in my car. . . on the freeway," and we laughed again.

"OK, sweetie, I gotta run. Ken's coming over for dinner and I've got stuff on the stove. Oh, and thanks for the flower. . . that was sooooo romantic."

"That's because I love you. . . bye-bye mom."

"I love you too, David. Bye." and we hung up.

Not only do I love David as my son but, as inappropriate as it is, I also love him romantically. Letting him do whatever he wants with my "tight little ass", as he puts it, would be heavenly. It would also be heavenly if that's all there was to it. Sadly, that's not the case. If I ever get sexually involved with him again, I'm certain it will involve intercourse. Maybe we've crossed the line already, so doing that wouldn't make any difference. Or maybe it would. I just don't know. I think about it several times every single day.

I'm hoping that writing this for all you good readers will clear my mind so I can spend my time thinking about other things. So far, the writing part hasn't done that. Maybe having it published here and knowing that people are reading it, will. I hope that's what happens. Time will tell.

I'm sure many of you are irritated that my involvement with David didn't result in us sleeping together, sexually speaking. Writing about that, had it happened, would have undoubtedly made this account more entertaining. All I can say is, life doesn't always work out the way you think it's going to.

As a final note let me say that writing this confession has been a real pleasure for me, both literally and figuratively. Truth be told, while working on it I developed a new skill: I became quite proficient at typing with one hand while my other hand was otherwise occupied, if you get my drift. (lol)

Ellen

151 This Mother's Solution Ch. 03

joelle_m

When I posted Chapter 3 of This Mother's Solution on literotica, I had serious reservations about continuing my sexual involvement with my son David. I was concerned that doing so would cause psychological damage to us both. In the months since then, a number of things have caused me to change my thinking about that, the most important of which is the email correspondence I received from literotica readers who have sent me their comments.

I have established pen-pal type relationships with about a dozen of these respondents. Our communications have been uniformly delightful to me. Most (but not all) are with people who either have been, or currently are, involved in incestuous mother-son relationships. To a person, they all have expressed positive feelings and emotions to me about their experiences. None seem to have been psychologically harmed in any way that I can detect. I had been expecting just the opposite, which is why I terminated what David and I were doing, wanting to cut things off before they got out of hand and progressed further than they already had. Being irresistibly attracted to him, both sexually and emotionally, and with the new knowledge that my readers had given me, I felt that there was no good reason for us to continue the separation I had imposed upon on us.

I knew that David didn't share my initial reservations so, after thinking about it for quite some time, I came up with a plan that would not only restore our intimacy to what it had been previously but take it several steps further. That's what this chapter, and the ones following, are about.

As a note of caution to the reader, I should say something about the sexual activity depicted in my writing. If someone is looking for raw, explicit, detailed descriptions, he/she would probably do better to look elsewhere. I don't write like that. I try to make my writing as erotic as possible, because that's how most of these experiences felt to me, but perhaps eroticism has a slightly different meaning for a woman than it does for a man.

The vacation mentioned in this chapter's subtitle took place in the northwestern United States, which is also where my son and I live. On the off chance that either of us were seen by someone we know (without our realizing it), with the exception of the City of Seattle, I have purposely refrained from specifically naming any of the places we visited.

When I first started thinking about the best way to bring David and I back together, I was reminded of what I had gone through years before when I had seen David masturbating while looking at my photograph. After that happened, I was casting about for a way to let him satisfy his sexual longing for me without compromising our basic mother-son relationship. The situation now was remarkably similar but with some major differences, the main one being that I no longer had any reservations about us having sex, in the usual sense of the word. Doing that would be an incredibly giant step for us, simply because we had never done it.

This would be one the most important events of my life. For that reason, I wanted to make it as special as I could. Going together to a cheap motel for a few hours was not even a possibility. I wanted us to spend days in each other's arms, not hours. Unfortunately, for a long time I couldn't figure out a way to make that happen without arousing the suspicions of our respective spouses. I was in a quandary about what to do. I didn't bring David in on my dilemma because I knew that he wouldn't be as concerned about the niceties of the situation as I was. To put it crudely, once he knew what my intentions were, he'd be about as subtle as a dog in heat and I wouldn't have the will power to stop him.

Surprisingly enough, the spark of inspiration came from my husband Ken. One day at breakfast he told me that he was thinking of going to a convention related to the work he does and he asked me if I wanted to come with him. This event was being held in Las Vegas. Ken told me that most of the time we were there, I would be on my own while he went to talks and presentations. Wandering around Las Vegas all by myself wasn't an appealing prospect to me, so I declined. Among other potential difficulties, I'm not interested in gambling. It can't have been more than a few minutes after Ken and I finished talking about this that a devious scheme crept into my head.

I knew that several months in the future, David and his wife Jessica were planning a vacation in Hawaii. Several weeks earlier, I recalled overhearing the two of them discussing how long they should stay. David was saying that he wanted to make it for several weeks to justify the expense of flying over there and the day-long travel time each leg of the trip would take. Jessica told him that the maximum vacation allotment she had available where she worked was 2 weeks, so that was how long they ended up planning to go. David had no vacation time restrictions, because his job was done on a piece work basis. He could take time off whenever he wanted. He had to have a job like that to make time for going to classes at the local community college.

David and Jessica come over to our house every week or two to visit and the next time we were all sitting down at the dinner table together, I set my plan in motion.

"Ken tells me that towards the end of June, he's going to a convention in Las Vegas for about a week," I announced to nobody in particular. "I was thinking that since he gets to be away, fooling around with show girls or whatever they do down there, the three of us should get to go on our own little vacation. My treat, of course."

"Sounds good to me," David replied, "what'd you have in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know. . . nothing too spectacular. There's actually some pretty nice spots around here within driving distance. One I was thinking of is this nice place by a lake up on the Olympic peninsula. I was there one time years ago. . . it's very nice."

I didn't want to embarrass Ken so I neglected to mention that the place I was thinking of was where I went on my honeymoon with David's father. David might have guessed this was where I was talking about, but, if he did, he had the tact not to say anything.

"Sure," said David, "What'd ya think, Jess?"

"You know Davy, with our Hawaii thing, I'm using all my vacation time, so I probably couldn't go."

"Oh, darn, isn't that a shame," I said, trying to make myself sound as disappointed as possible. "Well, that's too bad. . . it was just an idea."

I was just about to suggest that as an alternative, David and I could go by ourselves when remarkably, almost unbelievably, Jessica beat me to it.

"I'll check at work and see if they'll give me some extra time off. . . maybe I can even take some time without pay. . . we could afford that, couldn't we honey?" she asked, reaching across the table and patting David's arm.

"Absolutely," he replied.

"But if they won't," she went on, "why don't the two of you just go by yourselves?"

I was dumbstruck. The Gods had smiled down on me. It was looking like the whole idea of David and I going off together somewhere was Jessica's, not mine. I'm sure my blood pressure had skyrocketed into the red zone but somehow I managed to stammer out a reply, hopefully sounding cool and collected.

"That's a marvelous suggestion Jessie but why don't you check things out at work first and we'll figure out what to do after that."

I looked over at David to see how he was taking all this but he was staring down at his dinner plate, appearing unconcerned about the whole thing. I could see that he was looking a little flushed, however, because his ears had reddened. I can only imagine what he was thinking. A few days later he called me on the phone and I got my answer. After some unrelated conversation, David brought it up.

"Jess is kind of bummed out because they won't give her any more time off but she's still saying we should go by ourselves."

"Really. . . well. . . should we?"

"Come on. . . are you kidding? Of course we should. The question is do YOU think we should."

"Sure, why not?" I said, teasing him a little.

"Listen mom, you know as well as I do that if we're alone together for very long it could lead to. . . you know. . . complications."

"Not if you're a good boy and behave yourself."

"Oh, geeeeze. . . so how long were you thinking of making this?" David asked.

"Well, Ken's gone all the week of the 23rd and he'll be back on Sunday the 29th, so I was thinking that's when we should go too.

"Where are we going, by the way?"

"It's a surprise. I'll tell you after we leave. We'll take my car, though, cause I get better mileage than that damn pickup of yours. All I'll tell you now is we'll be staying by a lake in the woods, so bring things accordingly," and shortly after that we rang off.

This was setting up even more ideally than I had dreamed it would. Maybe it's my perverse nature but I liked the idea of David not knowing what was going to happen right up until the last minute. Of course, I knew exactly what he wanted to happen but he had no way of knowing if it would. Even though we were both married and had reasonably active sex lives with our spouses, I'm sure he was masturbating just as often as I was, picturing the possibilities. I must admit that as our departure time got closer, I got kind of obsessive about that. I was pleasuring myself in the ladies room at work, at home when Ken wasn't around, in the shower when he was. Making love with David seemed to occupy my thoughts about 90% of the time.

I wanted to come up with a special way to tell David that I would be giving myself to him. What I decided to do involved leaving for our trip with a small amount of gas in my car, so that we would have to stop on the way to get more fuel. The last time I bought gas before we left, I got a small dollar amount, instead of getting the usual fill-up, so I had only about a third of a tank. With that amount, even though my hybrid car gets good gas mileage, it wouldn't be enough to get us the approximately 250 miles we had to go.

At about 9 in the morning, I picked David up at the apartment where he and Jessica live. She was already off to work for the day. We loaded his stuff in the car and off we went. As soon as we got in the car, the emotional tension between David and I was painfully obvious. We both made an effort to keep our conversation frivolous and inconsequential. Because of what I knew was coming, I was becoming more and more sexually aroused. Basically, I could feel that I was making myself wet.

When I finally pulled into a gas station and asked the attendant to fill the tank, I excused myself to David and went to the restroom. Sure enough, when I got in a stall and sat down to do what one does there, I noticed that my panties were completely soaked. I took them off, folded them up into as small and compact a square as I could and stuck them into one of the pockets of my jeans. I wasn't worried about further 'leakage' showing through, because jean material is very heavy. I knew my pants would be soiled and musty but I was sure we could find somewhere to throw them in the wash. I guessed that the resort would have clothes washing facilities. When I got back to the car, I asked David if he would like to drive the rest of the way and he took me up on my offer.

"I assume at some point you're going to tell me where we're going," he said as we pulled out of the gas station, "but until you tell me to turn off, I'll just keep on I-5. This isn't by any chance where you and dad went when you got married is it?"

"As a matter of fact, it is. Don't worry, I'll tell you where to turn in plenty of time."

"Neat. I always wondered what that place was like. I remember you guys talking about it when I was a kid."

As soon as we got back on the freeway, I reached in my pocket, fished out my little bundle and without saying a word, bumped my hand into David's arm to get his attention and handed it to him!

He obviously had no idea what it was I had given him and for a while it was comical, watching him driving with one hand and trying to unfold what I had given him with the other. Comical and deadly serious at the same time. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it. Eventually, he had to put both palms on the steering wheel with his hands close together, so he could use the fingers of both hands. When he was about half way there, he realized what he was holding.

"HOLY SHIT," he almost yelled, "are you kidding me?"

He whipped his head back and forth several times between me and the road and then hit the brakes hard and pulled off sharply onto the shoulder. He continued his exclamations.

"I can't believe this. . . does this mean what I think it means?"

I didn't answer him. Not one word. I just stared at him. The look I was giving him was more than just locking eyes with each other. MUCH more. I wish I could say this was the first time I had done this with a man but truthfully, it's not. There is an almost primeval way we women have of telling a man we've never had sex with that we are agreeing to do so. It's about as intimate as intimate can be. Often times our decision to submit is made in the twinkling of an eye, so this look can happen any time at all. With David, my decision had been made weeks earlier but regardless of that, for a short time, talking is out of the question. David was silent too and for the longest time, stared back at me. The atmosphere was electric. It's likely the fuzzy hair on my arms was standing straight up. Eventually he spoke.

"Oh my God. . . it does."

He almost whispered the words. I could barely hear him. It's like he was talking to himself. Speaking louder, he continued.

"You're not talking about going back to the way things were, are you?"

After a very long pause, I answered.

"No."

"Because I can't do that any more. . . I want you too much."

"David. . . DAVID. . . do I have to spell it out for you?. . . I'm giving myself to you. . . completely."

He looked away, leaned over and lightly banged his forehead on the steering wheel. After a while he stopped and then more closely examined what he held in his hands, unfolding it the rest of the way.

"They're all wet. . . you were wearing these, weren't you."

It was a statement, not a question. I forced out a chuckling laugh, nodding as I did so, trying to ease the tension of the situation.

"What got you to change your mind about us?. . . I didn't think you ever would."

"That's a long story. I'll tell you about it sometime but not right now."

David handed me back my panties and I folded them up and stuck them back in my pocket. We sat there for quite some time with David drumming his fingers on his leg, alternately staring out the front of the car and looking over at me. After a while, he had recovered enough to start driving again, so he looked over his shoulder and, when there was a clear spot, pulled back on the road.

"Listen mom, the next exit we come to with a motel sign, I'm going to pull in there and get us a room. I can't. . ."

"Oh no," I interrupted him, "I'd really rather you wouldn't. Please keep going until we get there."

We playfully argued about this for a while but eventually he agreed to do as I asked. After that, there was silence between us. I'm sure the thought of what was coming was on David's mind as much as it was on mine, which is to say, 100% of the time. I could tell that David was clearly at a loss about what to do. He wanted to do something but he had no idea what. He frequently looked over at me but had to quickly look back at the road while he drove. I remember wondering if I had revealed my intentions too early since there were still several hours until we reached our destination. I had wanted to tease him a little by making him wait but I hadn't intended to make it into torture.

At one point, he reached out his hand and placed it on my breast, holding me through the cloth of my shirt. I placed my hand over his and held him tightly against me.

"This is making me crazy, mom. I don't know if I can hold out until we get there."

"Listen, sweetheart, I've got the same problem you do. . . I've been waiting even longer than you. . . a LOT longer. . . you'll survive."

"Yeah, I know, but it's tough."

"Oooooh. . . pooooor baby."

As I was saying that, I took his hand, placed it back on the steering wheel and placed mine on his crotch, on top of the obvious erection that his pants were doing little to hide. I was just trying to be a little sexy but doing that was probably a mistake because David seemed to think it meant that I was wanting us to do something more serious. He unzipped his fly and started undoing his belt.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, honey," I said, "that makes me nervous. Somebody might see us."

"Are you kidding? Nobody can look in here. If it bothers you, I'll keep away from other cars. . . Don't worry about it."

He kept on undoing with one hand and driving with the other. After a while, he was able to slip his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, stretch them lower with the back of his hand and there he was! As big and shinny and beautiful as ever! My hand was still on his leg, only inches away. I knew I was compounding my mistake but I couldn't resist. I leaned over and kissed his ear, going around the outside and poking my tongue into the center. Obviously, this was exactly the kind of thing David wanted me to do. He started stroking himself.

"Darling, please. . . please don't do that. . . not right now."

"Oh come on mom. It won't hurt anything. I'll be fine when we get there. . . Do it for me. . . Give it a kiss. . ."

"NO. . . I said not right now."

It took him a good 4 or 5 minutes of pleading before he managed to persuade me to kiss his monument to manhood. Much to his dismay, however, a few actual kissing type kisses was all he got. I told him that I had something better in mind that I wanted to save him for. Obviously, this was frustrating to him but for some perverse reason, that didn't bother me in the slightest. It must have been my dominate side in the old dominant-submissive dichotomy winning out. When I pulled away, I didn't want to but I spoke to him a little harshly.

"Put your plaything away, David, we've still got a long way to go."

He could tell I was serious so he didn't argue and did as I asked, first sighing loudly, theatrically.

About an hour later, we were getting closer to where we were going so, I had to concentrate on looking out for turns. When we got to the entrance road, David recognized the name on the wooden sign.

"Oh yeah, I remember that. Have you been back since the time with dad?"

"No."

David parked in front of the main lodge, which has the office sign over the door, and I went in and registered. The guy behind the counter, who I later found out was the manager, bore a striking resemblance to Colonel Sanders of Kentucky Fried Chicken fame, goatee and all. Most of the rooms are in the lodge but there are a few cabins at various secluded locations close to the lake, one of which I had reserved for us.

I was so discombobulated by my anticipation of what was about to happen that I couldn't focus on what the Colonel was asking of me as he filled out the papers, so he kept having to repeat himself when he wanted to see my driver's license and credit card and things like that. He gave me a little mimeographed map and pointed out where our cabin was. I had him mark it with a pencil because my current memory capacity was about zero.

When I returned to the car, I gave David the map and he drove us right to it. It didn't register with me how beautiful our surroundings were because I was experiencing a kind of mental tunnel vision. I remember that I felt this kind of intense heat in the upper part of my chest and in my throat. I must have looked a little strange because as the car was rolling to a stop, David reached over, took my hand and asked if I was OK.

I nodded in the affirmative, because I couldn't talk, and stared straight ahead. I gave David the key and just sat there. I didn't know what I was supposed to do next. David jumped out of the car, ran up on the porch, opened the front door and looked briefly inside. Because I hadn't moved, he came back to the car, opened my door, helped me get out and offered me his arm, just like the gentleman he is. When we got to the top of the landing, without saying a word, he bent down next to me, scooped me up, carried me inside and put me down. Just like married couples do in the movies.

We hadn't brought in a single thing from the car but that didn't matter. There was something more important that had to be taken care of first. All that mattered was getting our clothes off as quickly as possible. It was like an athletic undressing competition. Shirts over here. Shoes kicked off over there. Pants, who knows where. I knew that in a very short time, David would be inside of me. That was all I could perceive. This was the moment we had been waiting for. Waiting for a very, very long time. I was sitting on the edge of the bed. David was standing in front of me, completely naked and gloriously erect, looking down at me. But then the strangest, most unanticipated thing happened:

He exploded!!!

One burst after another his eruptions came out. I have no idea how many. Most of his cum flew over my shoulder but some landed on my arm. I was so surprised, all I could do was watch. I wasn't touching him and he wasn't touching himself and it happened anyway. I was stunned. Before he even finished, David was apologizing.

"Oh God mom, I'm so sorry. . . I didn't mean for that to happen. . . I couldn't help it, it just came out."

"Please don't apologize, baby. That was wonderful. . . I've never seen. . . I had no idea you could do that, did you?"

"No."

After we recovered for a while and had a laugh or two about the whole thing, I got a hand towel from the bathroom and put on a bathrobe they had hanging on the door. I brought the other robe to David and we cleaned up as best we could. Then David said he would get the stuff from the car and told me to sit on the bed with my eyes closed. He said he had a surprise for me. When he came back in, I heard him rustling around with what sounded like zippers and papers and things. He told me to open my eyes. He was kneeling on one knee in front of me with a dozen red roses, holding them out to me!

I was so surprised, so touched, so overwhelmed by this, I cried. I actually had tears in my eyes.

"I can't believe it," I blubbered.

As I said this, I pulled him to me, held his head against my chest and kissed the top of his head over and over.

Later on I found out that David had wrapped the stems in a soaking wet towel, put that in a plastic bag inside a cardboard box and concealed the whole thing in his gym bag, which I had assumed he was using for clothes or swimming things when he loaded it in the car. They were in perfect condition when he gave them to me. He had done this, knowing nothing about what was coming. It was a simple expression of his love for me.

We found a Mason Jar in the kitchen cupboard that we used as a vase. We cut the stems shorter and put the arrangement in the middle of the dinning table. They bloomed majestically the whole time we were there.

Needless to say, with David's stamina and enthusiasm, the blessed event we had both been so anxiously anticipating was delayed only a very short time.

I know that many of my readers will feel that what I am about to say is a cop-out but I have decided not to write about what transpired between David and me for the next 12 hours or so. Second only to David's birth, this is the most important, most significant, most awe-inspiring thing that has ever happened to me and I feel that it would be violating the spirit of this sacred gift for me to write about it for the sole purpose of providing my readers with erotic pleasure. This is not to say that there won't be plenty of other things in the rest of my writing that (hopefully) will do that. It just won't happen with this.

If a reader feels that what I have done makes what I have written unsatisfactory, there are a number of things he or she can do to express their displeasure. Most obviously, this person can stop reading right here and move on to reading something else OR, do so by giving me a low mark when asked to rate my submission at the end of this chapter OR, by writing a negative public comment, which I promise I will not delete for that reason alone OR, by sending me an email and telling me so.

Of course, my wish is that none of you do any of these things. Whatever you do, I am prepared to accept the consequences. Regardless, I hope that you all realize that one alternative I had was to not write any more chapters after my 3rd, something I seriously considered doing. Please believe me when I say that I haven't posted this with the intention of annoying anyone. Like all writers, I want to please everyone that I write for but I am only capable of doing certain things and writing about my very first total sexual experience with my son isn't one of them.

For obvious reasons, we had no dinner that night. Had we done that, what is usually considered a necessity would have felt more like an unnecessary disruption. Well after midnight we fell asleep, twisted in each other's arms, holding each other. Several hours later, I got up to pee, moving gingerly so as not to waken my new-found lover. David had put a flashlight by the side of the bed, which I used to see my way, since I was in unfamiliar surroundings. While I was in the bathroom, I discovered I was covered with residue from the dried liquids that accompany lovemaking. Using a wash cloth, I gave myself a sponge bath. I also brushed my teeth. With the bathroom light still on, I opened the door to return to bed. I was looking down at the floor to see the beam of the flashlight as I turned it back on, when I was startled to see someone's legs! I was so surprised, I dropped the flashlight and it clattered to the floor.

It was David, of course, standing there stark naked, just like me.

"Oh, David," I gasped, "you scared me. . . I thought you were asleep."

He said nothing and stared at me with this hungry-serious look in his eyes that I'd seen several times in the past few hours. I put one hand on his shoulder and moved to the side to let him pass, assuming that he was waiting for me to leave so he could use the bathroom. While looking at him, it didn't escape my attention that he was hugely erect. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock, which in the dramatic side light appeared unbelievably large. He looked like a horse. I took my hand from his shoulder, put my fingers over my lips and unsuccessfully tried to suppress a giggle.

"It's kind of hard to pee with that sticking out, isn't it?" I asked.

Once again, he made no reply but instead put both hands on the side of my head, drew me close and kissed me. It was an unexpectedly passionate kiss, considering all that we had done before we fell asleep. His kisses moved lower to my neck, my breasts and stomach and I reflexively put one of my legs on his shoulder, knowing that would allow him access to where I knew he was going. His kisses there were brief and before I had time to register his ultimate intentions, his hands were on my hips, lifting me easily off the ground as he straightened. My back was against the wall, to the side of the bathroom door, so I was in no danger of falling backwards. The light from the bathroom allowed me to clearly see everything that was happening. Because of the way he was holding my thighs, in a flash my legs were wrapped around his waist. As I put my arms around his neck, he lowered me down and entered me.

With each of his thrusts, I was raised and lowered. My movement was accentuated by him bending and straightening his knees. A minute before I wouldn't have thought it possible again so soon but almost immediately I was crying out in ecstasy. I was so enraptured, I'm almost embarrassed to repeat what I said:

"Fuck me, FUCK ME. . ." I repeated over and over again, each time a little louder than the last. In a few short hours, I gone from mother to nymphomaniac. (Maybe those words aren't as contradictory as it seems like they should be.)

I'd never said anything like that in the middle of sex before but the pressure his cock made as it pushed me higher was something I'd never experienced. For some odd reason, something a girlfriend had told me years earlier, about the thrill she got riding horses as the saddle bumped into her crotch, popped into my mind. David was my stallion. Needless to say, my climax was extreme. Just as it was subsiding, David had his and I felt the lovely tingle of his cum erupting inside of me.

As David let me down, sliding against the wall, my knees were so weak that I crumpled to the floor with my legs askew beneath me. David sank down and cuddled me, holding my head against his chest. We were both breathing hard, panting. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest. As we sat there immobile, recovering, I became conscious of a sharp pain in my lower back. It didn't feel like a pulled muscle but more like my skin was on fire.

"Have a look at my back, sweetheart. I think I did something," I said and leaned to the side so he could see me in the light from the bathroom.

"Oh, geeeze, you sure did," David said as he leaned closer, looking.

"How on earth did. . ." he continued, turning to look over his shoulder as he said that.

"Look at this, mom."

I swiveled to see what he was talking about and we could both see that the outside of the bathroom wall had this very heavily textured, wood design surface, something that neither of us had noticed before.

"God, I'm so sorry. I had no idea I was doing that. I rubbed the skin right off your back. Let me get a tissue. It's bleeding."

He got up and headed into the bathroom.

"Look in my little blue bag, sweetie. I think there's some Neosporin in there," which I had brought because we were going to a woodsy location, where who knows what can get scraped and abraded. Of course, I had never anticipated needing it for something like this. I was feeling nothing but pleasure at the time, so it's not surprising that I didn't notice what was happening. After David had tended to my slight injury and we were headed back to bed, we noticed that the first morning light was peeking in through the curtains and decided it would be best not to miss breakfast, since all the meals are served on a fairly short time schedule and we were both very hungry. Starved, in fact. So, we got dressed and left the cabin to walk the quarter mile or so to the lodge.

According to our resort map, the shortest route is a trail through the woods but we decided to take the dirt road, because we wanted to walk side by side. This was the first time that David and I had been out in the world since becoming lovers. I would be minimizing things terribly if I said everything felt different. It was more like I wasn't even the same person. Floating? Gliding? Suspended in air? Walking with David was all of those things. We were arm in arm, arms around shoulders, arms around waists. Stopping to kiss, to look into each others eyes, hands through hair, nuzzling, rubbing faces and foreheads together, holding and hugging each other.

I'm sure everybody who has gone to a shopping mall or a movie theater or downtown in any city, has seen a boy and girl who are captivated with each other. I'm referring to kids that are of middle school or early high school age. Just to look at them, you can tell that they're uncovering the delights of love for the very first time. Six months earlier, each was most likely thinking that members of the opposite sex were 'yucky' and untrustworthy. Associating with them was to be avoided at all costs. Now, their budding sexuality had changed everything, although it's unlikely that actual sex was involved.

All they can see is each other. They walk as close together as two people can get, oblivious to the existence of anyone or anything else. They'll sit in a movie theater and not pay the slightest attention to what's on the screen because they are too busy paying attention to each other. Their school work suffers. They forget about their friends. 'Puppy love' they used to call it. This is exactly how David and I were behaving. We were both 12 years old again.

When we walked into the dinning room, I'm sure we made a spectacle of ourselves. Many were probably saying to themselves, "What on earth does that woman think she's doing, hanging all over that handsome young man?" But, regardless of what they were thinking, I could care less. If somebody we knew happened to be there, it would have been a small disaster, but the chances of that were miniscule.

There were a couple of oversized picnic style tables, made out of rough-hewn timber, that seated roughly 12 to 16 people each, where people ate community style. They were all occupied. We would have preferred to have eaten there because we could have been seated next to each other. All that was open were some regular, square shaped tables and we took one of those. David held my chair for me and instead of sitting down opposite, took one of the empty chairs, asked me to scoot over and set his chair down right against mine so that we were on the same side of the table. This made it considerably easier to whisper in each other's ear, cuddle, feed each other and generally continue our adolescent behavior. I'm not sure what the management thought of all this but fortunately, they were kind enough to not kick us out.

The breakfast was great, at least I think it was. Who can remember? We weren't watching that movie.

When we returned to our cabin, having had only a few hours of sleep, we decided to go back to bed. Since the curtains were semi-transparent and letting in a lot of sunlight, we took a couple of extra blankets from a shelf full of linens and hung them over the rods to make the room a little darker. I had forgotten to put on sunscreen when we walked to breakfast, which I usually do when I'm out in the sun for any length of time, so I was fumbling around in my stuff looking for it, when this object popped out and clattered to the floor. My vibrator. Naturally, this caught David's attention.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"I'm afraid it is," I said as I bent over to pick it up.

"I didn't know you had one of those."

"That's probably because I hardly ever use it, so I never mentioned it."

"How come you brought it?"

"No particular reason. . . I just thought it might be fun to play with sometime."

"Oh r-e-a-l-l-y. . ." David said, drawing out the word, "well. . . now's as good a time as any. . . so, can I do it to you or should I watch you do it?"

"Right now?. . . Well. . . OK. . . you can do it, I guess."

"You'll have to show me how it works. I've never fooled with one before."

"Doesn't Jessica have one?"

"I don't think so. If she does, she never told me. . . wouldn't that be kind of insulting. I'm supposed to do all that, aren't I?"

I smiled and nodded.

All of a sudden, I felt kind of nervous about this. It flashed through my mind that lying there without my clothes on, having David put this thing in me would be very. . . I don't know. . clinical. And definitely not very romantic. So, instead of going ahead with it, I asked him a favor.

"Listen, David. . . why don't you go in the bathroom a few minutes and let me arrange myself. I'm not sure exactly how I want to do this."

"Sure," he replied as he departed.

"I'll give you a call when I'm ready," I said as he was closing the bathroom door behind him.

I pulled back the bed covers and set the vibrator on top of the night stand. As I started undressing, I decided to keep my top on. Under the circumstances, it seemed slightly ridiculous to be doing that to protect my modesty but I did it anyway. I took all the pillows, stacked them on top of one another, so I would be almost sitting up, climbed into bed and pulled the covers up around my waist and called to David. As he came over and sat down on the bed next to me, he said nothing about my looking as if I was still fully dressed.

I took him by the shoulders, pulled him closer and we kissed.

"Do you know how much I love you?" I asked.

He nodded.

"I hope you appreciate that because I wouldn't do this for anyone else."

I took David's hand, moved it under the sheet and placed in on the hair on top of my pussy.

"First I want you to kiss me there for a while."

Even though I had brought some olive oil along, coating the vibrator wouldn't be necessary once David got my juices flowing. I was probably lubricated enough already but my request was also a way for us to more intimately ease into things. David touched me for a while with his fingers, then took his hand away and pulled the covers down, so that my legs were out in the open. He got on his knees beside me with his elbows on the bed on either side of my head and touched my lips and nose with his tongue.

"I can't believe we're doing this," he whispered to me.

"I can't either," I whispered back.

And then he moved lower, lifting the hem of my shirt a little higher, touching me with his tongue and making soft little kisses all around my belly button. It was obvious where he was going, so I spread my legs to accommodate him, lifting one leg up, draping it over his shoulder and resting it there.

"Wow. . . I couldn't see last night in the dark but your nubby thing really gets big, doesn't it," he said.

"I suppose so. I don't look at it much but it feels that way when. . . you know."

"When you play with yourself you mean?"

"Yes."

He moved his arm and started touching my "nubby thing"' with the tip of his thumb, lightly glancing back and forth across the top. Each touch caused me to make a small, involuntary jerk with my hips. Then he took his hand away and did the same thing with the tip of his tongue. I was starting to get really excited by this. He took his head away and looked up at me. In my sitting-up position, we could see each other clearly.

"I wish it could tell me what it likes best," he said.

"Sorry, but it's not much of a conversationalist. It's talking to me though. Would you like me to tell you what it's saying?"

He nodded.

"It says I should ask you to go around the outside with the tip of your tongue."

I was asking him to approximate what I do with my fingers when I'm pleasuring myself.

"Yeah, like that but a little farther away. . . not so hard. . . oh yeah. . . oooooh, that's nice. . . don't stop. . . oh David, that feels sooooo good. . . you're sending me to heaven."

"OK," I went on, "now move your, oooooh, tongue over it. Go around again. . . over, OOOOOH God David. . . you're making me cum. . . cumming. . . cumming. . ."

And I'm sure I made a lot of other groans, gasps and sighs, thrusting my pussy harder and harder into his face. After a while, my orgasm subsided.

"That was sooooo nice David. . . one easy lesson and you're an expert. Oh damn. . . your face is soaked. . . there's a towel over there," I said, pointing towards one hanging over the back of a chair a few feet away.

"Don't worry about it. . . I'll take a bath later." and he moved back higher and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips, which was strangely, intensely erotic itself.

"I love it when you're telling me you're cumming," he continued, "I know I'm an idiot about these things. . . I can't always tell. . . and it turns me on something fierce when you say that."

"Oh, David," and I put my arms around his neck, showering every part of his face with tiny kisses between my words.

"You're not. . . (kiss). . . an idiot. . . (kiss). . . you're the best. . . (kiss). . . lover I've. . . (kiss). . . ever had. You're the best lover. . . (kiss). . . ANY woman could ever have."

For a while we just hugged each other and relaxed, lying on the bed together. Eventually it registered in my consciousness that this was all supposed to be a build up to doing something with the vibrator. I reached over David's shoulder, took it off the night stand and handed it to him.

"There's a couple of buttons on the bottom," I said.

"Kind of cute the way it's shaped just like a real dick. . . soft like that too," David remarked, turning it around in his hand as he looked at it.

"You can see from the symbols what they do. One turns it on and the other selects how it vibrates. . . you know, fast or slow, faster for a while then slower, in pulses, stuff like that."

"How should I set it?" he asked as he tried the buttons, vibrating it in his hand and cycling through the different settings.

"Any way you want. I like them all."

With David holding it, I took his wrist in my hand and guided it to me. It slid in easily. I took my hand away and left everything up to him. Without turning it on, ever so slowly, he moved it in and out a few times.

"How far in should I put it, when I turn it on?" he asked.

"Makes no difference. It's smaller than you are, so as long as you're holding onto it, you can't put it in too far. They make great big ones and I guess those could hurt but this one doesn't."

"Should I be moving it in and out or leave it in one place?"

"Either way is fine. Do whatever you like."

"OK, here goes. . . are you ready?"

"Uh huh," and he turned it on.

I'm very sensitive to these things and since I was keyed up already, it can't have been more than a few seconds before I was right on the edge. David could see from the expression on my face that I was on the verge of cumming. Thankfully he leaned over and put his face right next to mine. For some reason I found that infinitely more comforting and loving than if he had stayed further away, looking at the vibrator and where it was. He didn't seem interested in that part at all and the whole time kept the pulsation right where it was when he turned it on, steady and unchanging. He didn't move it back and forth either, which was fine with me.

In short order, I was coming unglued.

Our eyes were locked, only a few inches apart and I started making these soft groaning sounds in a regular rhythm, almost like a metronome, only louder and louder each time.

"Uhhhhh. . . uhhhhh. . . uhhhhh. . . uhhhhh. . . uhhhhh. . ." and so on.

My hips started bucking against his hand so that even though David was doing nothing, I was moving the vibrator slightly in and out of myself. David moved closer and closer until his lips were touching my cheek, not kissing me, just touching. With my mouth wide open and my lips curled back, I was making sounds right next to him. Eventually, my orgasm slowed down and stopped. I probably could have had David fool with the settings and gotten things going again but it had been so sweet and delightful, I was happy to let things end where they did. He cuddled against me and whispered in my ear.

"You are sooooo beautiful when you cum, mom. . . you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Since both of us were still partially clothed, we got up, took turns lazily undressing each other and rolled back into the unmade bed, for the moment just lying there, holding each other and kissing. After a while I felt a certain part of David's anatomy becoming pushy. He wasn't forcing anything, it was just happening without him moving anywhere else. I was lying on my back and he was on his side, beside me, with his arm draped over my shoulders. The leg of mine closest to him was cocked in the air with the crook of my knee resting on his leg. Wrapped together this way, we weren't putting much pressure on each other anywhere. It was all kind of sideways but even in this cockeyed configuration, with almost no effort or adjustment, David's pushy little friend opened the door and ushered himself inside. If David had wanted, I would have accommodated anything, but that's not what happened.

There was no mad, passionate sex and the next thing I knew, it was something like 2 or 3 hours later. We had both fallen asleep without either of us moving a muscle. David was still inside me, in a manner of speaking, but his erection had gone away, even though everything was still in the right place. I didn't want to move and disturb him but after a while, I couldn't resist and started running the tip of my tongue over his neck and shoulders, which were the parts of his body that were closest to my face. He tasted kind of salty and sweet at the same time.

He didn't open his eyes but he must have awakened slightly because I could feel him growing. Growing where it counts. Before long he started moving his hips a little. His eyes were still closed but his mouth had a slight grin. I couldn't restrain myself any more and I rolled my weight against him, pushing him onto his back and in a flash, we were in the old 'woman-on-top' position.

"Good morning, mom, or afternoon or whatever it is," he said, "this is the kind of wake-up I like."

"Hi sweetheart, I hope you didn't need to sleep some more."

"I can sleep anytime. I'd much, much rather be fucking you."

"Oh, you would, huh. That's good because I'd rather have you fucking me than watching you sleep."

And I rode him, ever so gradually increasing my speed. He put his hands on my breasts, moving his thumbs back and forth across my nipples. Looking down, I could see they were puffy and sticking straight out. We were getting to the point, having had so much sex with each other in the past 24 hours or so, that we could talk since we weren't speechless with passion. There was still a little time left to say a few words, if they were important enough.

"You know, David, you were so good to me with the vibrator and everything. . . I think I ought to do something special for you. I know you'd like to. . . you know. . . in my mouth, wouldn't you?"

"Are you kidding?. . . I LOVE that!"

"Yes. . . well. . . I'll bet you'd like it even better if I took you all the way in."

"But you've tried before. . . I must be too big or something. . . I don't want you hurting yourself. I can live without that."

"No, that's not it. Your size makes it a little harder but only a little. The big problem is this gag reflex thing that everybody has. I read about it on the web. It just takes practice to suppress it. After you do it enough times, it goes away."

"No kidding. I'll be damned."

Sometime before this, I had stopped moving my hips. I think we were distracted enough by our conversation that we both forgot we were having sex. I raised myself up off David, swung my legs to the floor and spoke to him over my shoulder as I headed towards the bathroom.

"I'll be right back."

When I returned, I had this small bottle of olive oil I'd packed. Both of us knew what was coming, so neither of us spoke for the next little while. I sat on the edge of the bed, uncapped the bottle and poured some oil in the palm of my hand. David leaned back against the pile of pillows, almost sitting upright, the same as I had been, and clasped his hands behind his head, just like he used to do when we still lived together and I was masturbating him.

I held his cock horizontally and tilted the bottle over it, the oil flowing and dripping into his hair and onto his belly. I clasped my hand around him and with a few short motions, he was completely covered, his cock glistening in the light. I motioned for him to move his legs apart, got up on my knees and moved between them. I bent forward, putting one hand on the bed to hold my balance and using the other to hold him upright. As soon as the head was between my lips, I took my other hand and put it on the bed, fully supporting myself. I mentally counted to three, closed my eyes and lowered myself. Remarkably, amazingly, astonishingly, for the first time ever, with almost no resistance or difficulty, his cock slid all the way down my throat! It was a couple of seconds or so before I felt the start of a choking sensation but I didn't pull away and in a short period of time the contractions lessened and then stopped altogether.

As I was registering what I had done, strangely enough, the only thing I could feel was this intense burning sensation in my ears. At the same time I could hear David, sounding like he was way off in the distance somewhere.

"Oh God. . . Oh God. . . Oh God. . .," each repetition a little louder than the last.

My mind went blank when I tried to think what to do, so I just stayed down until I ran out of breath. I felt David's hands on the back of my head, not holding me down but just resting there, his fingers lightly gripping my hair and relaxing in a very slow rhythm. When I raised up and caught my breath, I immediately went back down and this time was conscious of my nose touching his hair. This gave me a triumphant feeling, a feeling of great accomplishment. I heard David make a small gasp and for the first time felt his hips raise ever so slightly against me. We repeated this sequence several times with his bucking motions becoming more frequent. I knew that he was getting ready to cum and as soon as I registered that, a panicky feeling swept over me. Simply because I had never thought it through before, I had this irrational feeling that it wouldn't be a good idea to let him cum while he was down my throat, that it would choke me if that happened. Obviously, I had already done all the choking I was going to do but that didn't occur to me, so I pulled my head away as fast as I could, grabbed him with one hand and pumped as fast as I could.

He started cumming immediately. In my mouth, which I kept open, on my face, all over. It was glorious! I felt this magnificent emotion, like I'd just earned my baccalaureate degree or something equally significant. For the first time since we started, David spoke to me using coherent sentences.

"That was unbelievable, mom. . . I had no idea. . . I'm you're slave forever. . ." and he went on and on, spouting similar phrases, most of which I can't remember.

I made no reply and just smiled a huge smile as I straightened up, still on my knees, sitting on the back of my calves. While he was talking, using slightly exaggerated motions, I made a production of licking my lips like I'd just eaten ambrosia. He leaned forward and pulled me against him in a very firm hug, so that my head was held against his chest. Eventually, we broke apart and I sat on the edge of the bed.

"You know what?" I said, "We've been in bed long enough. . . I remember from when your dad and I were here, there's this trail that runs around the lake. We should go for a hike."

"How long is it?"

"3 or 4 miles or something like that."

"Sounds good to me. . . let's do it."

"OK, let me take a bath first. I'm all sweaty and dirty."

"Why don't you wait til we get back? Hiking's going to make you sweaty and dirty again."

"Well. . . I suppose so. . ."

"What's more, I like you like that. . . you smell good that way."

"Oh, come on. . . no I don't. I stink."

"Not to me you don't."

I stood up, David came up behind me, put his arms around me and nuzzled my hair. We got dressed, put on our walking shoes, consulted our resort map to find the location of the trail head and left. Just as I remembered it from many years before, the trail was beautiful. As we walked along holding hands and rubbing up against each other, I remember feeling as happy and content as I had ever felt in my life. I was experiencing a kind of euphoria that was remarkably similar to a prescription pain medication high I'd experienced a few times. Everything was light and bright and full of fun. It was like being on a ride at Disneyland.

The walking was mostly flat, just as you would expect going alongside a lake, with an occasional moderate slope over rocky outcroppings. We bounced along, skipping occasionally, walking on air. Considering his young man's libido, it wasn't entirely unexpected when half way through our journey, David suggested we go off the trail a ways and take a little sex break. Picking our way through dense undergrowth with lots of fallen trees and brush, we didn't have to go very far before we were out of sight of the lake. I can't recall how he phrased it but in his gentlemanly way, David offered me the opportunity to exercise my new found oral abilities. I was more than happy to oblige, so I kneeled down in front of him, unbuttoned his jeans and gave him what he wanted. In my spirited mood, I would have given him anything his little heart desired.

Just like hours before, when David had me pinned against the wall by the bathroom, the passion of the moment was so distracting that I injured myself without realizing it. When I got up and we returned to the trail, I realized that I had bruised one of my knees. I must have been kneeling on a stone or a fallen branch or something, so I was limping. David assisted me as best he could, putting one arm across my back, but after a while, walking loosened it up a bit and I could move along by myself. Ahhh. . . the price one pays for love!

That evening, after dinner in the lodge, we walked down by the lake and sat on the edge of the dock where they keep all of the resort's boats tied up. We took our shoes off and dangled our feet in the water, side by side, leaning our heads together, both of us mesmerized by the atmosphere of our heavenly surroundings. After a while, David told me that he had a surprise for the next day.

"Guess what, mom. Tomorrow we're going to take a trip to Seattle."

"Really? How can we do that?. . . We've got reservations here for the rest of the week."

"Yeah, I know, but don't worry about it. . . we'll be back."

"But David, Seattle's quite a ways away."

"That's OK. We've got plenty of time. Listen, bring some dress-up clothes. . . I've got tickets to something special."

"You're kidding. What on earth is it?"

"I'm not telling. You'll see when we get there."

Just as David wanted, we got up early the next morning and drove the circuitous route to the ferry that would take us across Puget Sound to Seattle. Rather than hassle with driving around in a busy city that was unfamiliar to us, we decided to leave the car in the parking lot by the ferry terminal and take taxi cabs when we got to the other side. The ferry docked well after noon and we went directly to this world renowned market place where we had a fantastic lunch at a seafood restaurant. While we were eating, David filled me in on more of the details of what he had planned.

"Now don't get excited but we're not going back tonight. I've got reservations at a hotel. We're going to something that won't be over until it's way too late to take the ferry and drive back."

"That something you're talking about is your little surprise I take it."

"Yup."

"And we're going to be paying for two places at once," I said, probably sounding slightly irritated.

"Everything over here is my treat. Besides, who cares how many places we're paying for. I just want to give you a good time. You're paying for everything else and. . . well. . . I just want to make my lover happy."

"Oh, David. . . you're right, you know. I shouldn't have said anything. Please forgive me. Being here with you makes me as happy as I could be."

A little later in our meal, I continued.

"I don't know why I didn't think of this before now but you didn't know anything at all about. . . about how this trip was going to turn out, when you set this up, did you. You thought we were just having a regular vacation trip together, didn't you."

"I had my hopes up but that's all. I made all the arrangements on the internet a couple of weeks ago."

"That's soooo sweet," I said and leaned across the table and kissed him on the forehead.

After we were finished eating, we wandered around the market for an hour or so, looking at all the displays where people were selling everything from world-wide exotic foods to artistic nick-knacks, earrings and things like that. It was like a giant Saturday market. Then we took a taxi to the hotel and checked in. David had reserved us a room with two double beds. Of course, we would only be using one of them.

David asked me to show him what clothes I had brought in my small luggage bag and I laid them all out on the bed for him to look at.

"Are those all the skirts you have?" he asked.

"I brought my jean skirt but I left it back in the cabin."

"You remember when I said no panties? That only works when you're wearing a skirt or a dress. Besides, I like looking at your legs."

When we left for the ferry that morning, I was dressed in slacks and that's what I still had on. Looking disapprovingly at my pants, David continued with his critically important, life altering, monumentally significant speech.

"I want to buy you a new skirt or two, so let's go shopping."

Those were the magic words. Who (among us female types, anyway) can resist going shopping? Especially on someone else's dime. We remembered passing some high-end department stores in the taxi, right before we got to the hotel, so we decided to go on foot. When we got to the ladies apparel department in one of them, David and I picked through the racks and jointly selected a half dozen or so for me to try on in the changing room. I knew what my size was but I wondered how they would look when I had them on. There were two high school-aged girls behind the counter and one of them gave me the key. When David saw where I was going, he rapidly walked over just as I was opening the door.

"I think this is for ladies only," I joked.

He ignored what I said and came in behind me. He took the skirts from my hand, sat down on the bench and draped them over his knees. Naturally, as soon as I removed my chinos to try on the first one, by gesturing with his hand, David indicated that he wanted me to take off my undies too. I was hesitant and a bit self-conscious about doing that but since I knew that was how he expected me to be wearing these skirts, I thought I might as well bite the bullet.

"If that's what you really want, I will, but only if you promise to close your eyes when I'm changing. You're not going to think I'm very special if I run around naked in front of you all the time."

"OK, if that's what you want, I will."

"You promise?"

"Yeah, I promise. . . but I might not be able to resist sneaking a peek or two."

"Don't you dare."

About half way through trying them on, we came to one that we both really liked. It was a little shorter than the others, more the length that a young girl would wear but I liked it a lot anyway. I modeled it for David, holding my arms above my head.

"I really like this one David but don't you think it's a little short if I don't have anything on underneath. People might. . . you know. . . see something they shouldn't."

"You think so?. . . Tell me this, if you had you're panties on, would you not wear it because someone might see them?"

"Well. . . no. . . I guess not."

"OK then, no problem. . . let's get it. Listen come over here a second, I want to see something."

I was standing in front of the mirror at the time, so I did as he asked and moved over by him. He took the hem of the skirt in his hand, looked up and smiled at me and moved his hand to the inside of my leg right above my knee. I knew immediately what was going to happen, so I put my hands on his shoulders and closed my eyes.

"David. . . David. . ." and by the time I had said his name twice, in kind of a cautionary way, as if I was trying to discourage him, his hand was already touching my pussy.

I hadn't realized it beforehand but now both of us did: I was dripping wet. Apparently, sexual tension can be there even when you don't realize it. David moved his hand back and forth a few times, contacting me just where I like it most with the edge of his first finger. I was just starting to feel the first twinges of a reaction when he brushed the skirts on his lap off on the floor, stood up and moved around behind me. He guided me so that I was bent over, resting my palms on the bench, raised the skirt around my waist and started fingering me from behind. It wasn't long before I was feeling little pre-orgasm shockwaves going through my body and without doing it on purpose, my knees started flexing slightly, moving my hips up and down.

Knowing where we were, I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't help myself. I arched my neck so my head was looking upward as far as it would go and made a yelping sound, just as I had my orgasm. With his free hand, David reached around and clasped his hand over my mouth, stifling several others that happened soon afterwards. I allowed myself one long groan and then it was over. I sank to my knees, put my head on the bench and gave myself a minute or so to recover, breathing in gasps. As I rested there, David slid his hand under my blouse and massaged my back while he repeatedly kissed the back of my neck.

"Thank you, sweetheart, " I said, "that was wonderful."

After a while he put his arms around me and held one of my breasts in each hand, with the fabric of my blouse and bra in between. He rested his head on the back of my shoulder. We stayed like this for quite some time, just feeling each other breathe. Before we left the waiting room, we picked out one more skirt that we liked and David took them to the cash register. As I wandered around looking at other clothes, I could see that the two girls behind the counter were chatting with David. They were probably bored because there wasn't anybody else in that part of the store. Just as they were putting the skirts in a bag and handing it to David, I walked within earshot and heard some humorous remarks at the end of their conversation.

"We thought we might have to come in there and get you," one of the girls was saying, "you were in there an awfully long time. . . we thought something might be wrong, like you were locked in or something."

David had turned away to leave but he stopped and turned back.

"Oh no, we were doing just fine. . . I'll tell you what, the next time we come back, before she tries anything on, how about we invite you in and let you watch."

Immediately, this poor girl turned red as a beet, put her hand over her mouth and wheeled around to look at her friend.

"Seeeee. . . I told you," she said.

I was embarrassed myself, so I grabbed David's arm and made sure we marched right out of there.

"I can't believe you said that to her," I said, lightly poking him in the ribs.

After we left the department store, we went back to the hotel and had a nap. We cuddled in bed for a while before we fell asleep. Amazingly, nothing remarkable happened. Apparently, even sex addicts have to take a break now and then. When we awoke, David told me that we were going to be having a late dinner after we did whatever it was we were going to do, so we got a couple of slices of pizza from room service to tide us over. I don't know if it was the pizza, the nap or what but by the time we were ready to leave that evening, our sex addict instincts had returned in force.

Hoping that it would be suitable for whatever David had bought tickets to, I had packed a black, semi-transparent, fluffy gauze evening dress with a sewn-in slip. I was wearing thigh-high stockings and, adhering to David's fetish, no panties. I didn't feel too uncomfortable about that because the dress was mid-thigh in length. It was sleeveless with a deep V neck. David put on dress slacks with a nice shirt. Just as we were ready to go down to the lobby and get them to call us a cab, David told me that there was one last detail to be attended to.

"You know what, mom. . . I think it would be a good idea if you kneeled on the bed for a minute."

"Oh really? Now why would I want to do that?"

"Guess."

And then, having been a little slow on the uptake, it hit me.

"Oh nooooo David, we can do that. I'm all dressed up."

"I know you are. That's what turned me on. You look like dynamite. . . I promise I won't mess you up. We'll be out of here in just a few minutes."

"Well, I sure hope you know what you're doing. . . who am I to say no. It's your money." And I did what he asked.

It took him no time at all to drop his trousers, pull the front of his boxers below his erection, lift my dress up onto my back and kneel on the bed behind me. I watched him do all of this looking back over my shoulder. Lubrication is never a problem with us and it wasn't this time either. He pounded into me over and over and came before I did. Because of time constraints, I assume, he didn't hang around to make sure I was satisfied, which I wasn't. This didn't disappoint me though, because I was more worried about our being late. As we were straightening ourselves up, however, one teensy problem did cross my mind.

"You know, David, you really should let me put on my panties because you're going to be leaking out of me all evening. I've got some panties with liners that'll take care of that."

"No way. I LIKE you walking around like that. . . It's not going to go all the way down to your ankles is it?"

"I suppose not."

"So, what's the problem?"

"No problem at all, kind sir. If I get out of line with my uppity requests too often, just slap me back into shape and I'll behave," I said sarcastically.

"Oh come on. . . you know I didn't mean it like that. I love you more than anything in the world."

"I know you do, my sweet lover," and I kissed him as passionately as I could. When we broke apart, I continued.

"I was just kidding but one thing I'm not kidding about. . . Whether you like it or not, I'm going to be stopping by the ladies room from time to time to wipe myself off. They do have ladies rooms where we're going, I presume."

"Oh, I'm sure they do."

And with that, we left. When we got in the taxi, David gave the driver an address. It was a short drive and before we had even rolled to a stop, I looked out the window and I could see what David was taking us to: it was the local appearance of a nationally touring musical theater production. David knew that I was a big fan of that kind of thing because I had taken him to several when he was a youngster, sometimes with his dad tagging along and sometimes by ourselves. Most of the ones we had seen previously were produced locally but one or two were like this, with a big time Broadway cast and crew. David had managed to score some wonderful seats in the sixth or seventh row because of a last minute cancellation. Needless to say, I was enthralled.

'Impossible love' is a universal theme in musicals, so the emotions I felt as we watched were magnified because of the similarities to our own situation. Throw in the fabulous music and singing and it was almost overwhelming. Two or three times, tears welled up in my eyes. Through most of the show, we held hands on our shared armrest and during the poignant sequences, we squeezed each other tightly. A few times I leaned my head on David's shoulder and he rested his head on mine. The love dramatized on the stage was being transferred directly into at least two in the audience, just as the show's playwright and composer intended. When it was over, we left the theater recounting favorite parts of what we'd just seen..

152 This Mother's Solution Ch. 04

The restaurant where David had made our dinner reservations was only a block away. It had been recommended to him by a friend. David told me that it was an Italian restaurant, but not in the usual sense. Spaghetti dishes and lasagna would likely not be on the menu, he said, because the food was regional, mostly from Tuscany. We walked in the front door, still bubbling with excitement from the theater. Perhaps that's what led David to do something incredibly rash as we stood in front of the maitre d'.

"The name is M* and we have a reservation for dinner."

As he was saying this, David reached in his shirt pocket, pulled out a Benjamin and handed it to the guy. I was dumbfounded, standing there speechless, watching while David spoke.

"Sir, you have before you two customers who are seriously in love with each other. We would be forever grateful if you could seat us in some extra-special, out-of-the-way location."

The man that David was talking to appeared to be just as perplexed as I was, looking back and forth between the bill he had been handed and David, not knowing what to say. Eventually, an idea seemed to strike him. His face brightened and he held up a finger, pointing in the air.

"If you two would kindly have a seat," he said, indicating some overstuffed chairs by the door, "let me make some inquiries. I'll be back shortly."

We sat there for a few minutes, holding hands, in total silence, David was looking around like he was waiting for a bus and I was trying as hard as I could not to say anything. Considering that neither of us is wealthy, this whole situation was exceedingly odd, but since I was just along for the ride, I did my best not to over-react.

The maitre d' came back, asked us to wait a few more minutes and then guided us to the restaurant's banquet room on the second floor, which was not in use. One wall had 4 or 5 floor-to-ceiling, French-style doors to the outside, one of which had been opened onto a mini-sized balcony that was obviously there for decorative purposes only. In the middle of the opened doorway, there was a very small bistro table, barely big enough to hold the two place settings sitting on top of it. This is where we were seated. A wheeled cart was sitting close by with a pitcher of water, condiments and bottles of various kinds of olive oil and sauces.

The lights in the room were not turned on but there was dim illumination from other parts of the restaurant spilling in through the banquet room doors. In addition, there was light from the city and from two large candles sitting on the wainscoting on either side of the opening to the outside. As soon as we were alone, I could resist speaking no longer.

"You know, David, I was going to tell you that you'd lost your mind, giving that man all that money, but I have to say, this is the most dreamy setting for dinner I've ever seen. Did you have any idea they were going to do this?"

"No, I didn't. . . pretty nice though, isn't it."

After a little more idle conversation, since our chairs were right next to each other, David put his arm around me and we kissed. Quite passionately, in fact. I felt his hand on my knee, which meant that the hem of my skirt was raised slightly on his wrist but I didn't feel alarmed because he didn't seem to be on the verge of doing anything untoward. Being occupied this way, neither of us were aware that our waiter had come up and was standing nearby.

"Ahem. . . excuse me" he said and held out a couple of menus towards us.

We broke our kiss but David continued holding on to me and spoke to the waiter, not looking at him but gazing into my eyes instead, his head only inches from mine.

"We won't need those. Ask the chef to make us whatever suits his fancy, whatever he thinks he makes best. . . We like anything, so whatever you bring will be just fine."

"Well. . . ordinarily we don't do that. . ." but, since David didn't seem to be paying any attention to him and started kissing me again, "but maybe in this case we can make an exception. . . listen, I'll see what I can do," and he turned and started walking away.

David broke our kiss and called after him.

"OH. . . and bring us a bottle of Chianti, please, whatever brand you recommend."

"Very good, sir."

Needless to say, everything was fabulous and maybe an hour and a half later we left, completely stuffed on things I'd never eaten before and couldn't identify now, because we never saw what they are called on the menu. Not being drinkers, with half a bottle of wine between us, we were also both drunk as skunks. The whole thing was impossibly romantic, the most wonderful meal I've ever eaten.

Our night in the hotel was loving and cuddly but otherwise uneventful. We made love before going to sleep and again first thing in the morning, before leaving early to catch the ferry. Just as you would expect, I dressed wearing one of the skirts David had bought for me, with the appropriate accompaniment underneath, which is to say, nothing at all. Luckily, on the boat David behaved himself but, while we were walking around the deck, I noticed that I was having trouble getting used to feeling cool breezes in places where I wasn't used to feeling cool breezes.

Speaking of which, it goes without saying that once we got back in the car and started driving back to the resort, David became interested in determining if his skirt scheme was working the way he had hoped. He reached across the center console and fingered me while he drove. In the few short days since I had become his conquest, my attitude about this type of thing had changed dramatically, so I wasn't the slightest nervous. In fact, I relished every minute of it, pushing back with my hips until he made me cum, giving him loud, unmistakable vocal signals that I had, using both sounds AND words.

That evening, after dinner, David and I sat on the chairs on the front porch of our cabin, watching the sun drop below the surrounding hills, and had a very interesting conversation. We reminisced about things we had lived through together, years before. After a while, our conversation became decidedly confessional. We admitted things to each other that we had never talked about.

"You know David, there's something I've always wondered. . . when you were looking at my picture that day I saw you playing with yourself. . . how long before that did you start thinking of me that way?"

"Geeeeze, I don't know. . . I'd say at least a year. . . maybe more than that."

"Do you remember why that was? Did I do something sexy that turned you on. . . what?"

"Not exactly. . . you remember Brian?"

"Sure."

"Well, I was crawling around up in the attic with him. . . actually, it was him that found those pictures dad took."

"You're KIDDING. . . you mean BRIAN's seen them?"

"Fraid so. Even before that, he must have told me a million times how hot he thinks you are. He even said he wanted to fuck you. He thought you were the hottest woman he'd ever seen. Of course, that was way before he slept with anybody. Anyway, he got to looking through those pictures and before I knew it, he whipped out his dick and beat off while he was looking at em. The whole thing got me so turned on, I did it too. Of course, I had them all to myself and he didn't so I got to bringing them down to my room. I think we went back up there 2 or 3 more times and did it again."

"God David, that sooooo embarrassing. . . he didn't make off with any of them did he?"

"No. . . he wanted to but I wouldn't let him. I was afraid you or dad would notice they were gone."

"Well, thank heavens for that, anyway. So all this started a year before I walked in on you?"

"Yep."

We continued in this vein for a while and then I offered to tell David one of my little secrets. I told him about the masturbation fantasies I had about him, before I offered to watch him play with himself, including the one where we were walking through the woods and came to a meadow where we undressed each other and lay in the sun. When I finished describing this, he had an appealing reaction.

"You know, mom, we could do that one for real."

"What do you mean?"

"We could go find a meadow and do whatever it was you dreamed about."

"Well I'll be. . . I guess we could. . . but where ever would we find a meadow? I don't know where there's one and I'll bet you don't either. It'd have to be a place without any people, not like by the side of the road or something."

"Yeah, I know. . . listen, I think I remember passing a Forest Service station just before we got here. They'd know. We could tell them we're looking for a certain kind of butterfly or something."

"Oh David, that sounds wonderful. You're going to have to be careful, young man. If we do what I dreamed about, I could end up taking advantage of you," and we laughed.

"Let me ask you something else," I said, "When you reserved our hotel room. . . you know, where we stayed last night. . . you didn't know we'd be having sex. . . so, if we weren't and we stayed in that room together overnight, would you have behaved yourself?"

"Sure I would. I wouldn't have jumped you or anything, if that's what you mean."

"So. . . listen, sweetheart. . . is this OK. . . what we're doing?"

"Are you kidding me? I've dreamed about this for as long as I can remember."

We chatted some more and then we got up and went inside. After we puttered around for a bit, I got to wondering about what we would be doing the next day.

"Would you take me out in one of those boats sometime?" I asked.

"Sure. You know it'd be fun to go out tonight, even. . . like after dark."

"I seem to remember from when your dad and I were here, you can't take the boats out after 6 or after it gets dark or something. They keep all the boat stuff locked up in that shed. Your dad wanted to do that too but we couldn't."

"Oh really. . . well, what's that? he asked, pointing in the direction of a chair across the room.

Standing behind it, leaning in the corner, there was what obviously was a canoe paddle.

"I'll bet the last guest left it here and they never got around to putting it back. Hey, mom. . . this is all we need. We could sneak down in the middle of the night and go for a midnight cruise in one of the canoes. . . what do you say?"

"Oooooh I don't know, David. . . we could get in trouble, couldn't we?"

"Trouble? What'd ya mean, trouble? What're they going to do. . . throw us in jail?"

I was resistant and David was persistent. Guess who won? Not me.

We stayed up reading by lantern light and at about 1:30 or so, David decided it was time to depart on our little adventure because a half moon was coming up, giving us just enough light to see what we were doing. Most of the canoes were in a rack but thankfully, there were a couple tied up to the dock, so we didn't have to bother with lifting one down. David sat in the back and I sat in the front facing him. Being big and muscular like he is, he had no trouble moving us along and we glided in the general direction of the middle of the lake. It's hard to estimate distances on water, especially in the dark, but I would guess that we were over a half mile from shore before David stopped and placed the paddle in the bottom of the boat. Neither of us had said a word since we left and we didn't say much afterward either. The only sound was the lapping of water against the side of the canoe.

David gingerly swung his legs over the support in front of me, took my hands and pulled me towards him, indicating that he wanted me to join him in the bottom of the boat. It was more stable when we were down there. Soon we were kissing leisurely, looking up at the night sky, marveling at how many stars we were seeing in the clear air. We were both dressed the same, wearing a T-shirt and shorts with no underwear. In his usual amorous fashion, David slid his hands under my top and was feeling my breasts and squeezing my nipples between his fingers. After a while, he lifted the bottom of my shirt and I obligingly straightened my arms over my head so he could take it off. I wasn't the least bit nervous about this because it seemed like we were in the middle of nowhere, with only some sleeping fish to keep us company. David took his T-shirt off too. After more kissing and nursing at my breasts, he lifted up his head and stared into my eyes. Even in the very dim moonlight, I could recognize that serious-hungry look of his that I had seen so many times before. He leaned even closer and whispered in my ear.

"I want to taste you."

I made no reply and we immediately started the extremely awkward process of taking off my shorts. It took all kinds of shuffling and arranging but eventually I was lying on my back with my head on a seat cushion that was sitting on top of the forward seat. My knees were resting on the cross-brace below me, with each knee touching one side of the canoe. David was kneeling on a seat cushion in the same section as my calves. By bending over the cross-brace, the object of his tasting efforts was right where he wanted it to be. To be crude, he could kiss my pussy to his heart's delight and, of course, that's exactly what he did. When things started getting really interesting, I moved my legs over his shoulders and rested them on his back. As I recall, I was just starting to feel my very first tinglings, when something odd caught my eye. There seemed to be a tiny highlight on the edge of the boat, right where it transitioned to the blackness of the night sky. For a long time I puzzled over what might be causing that and eventually I tilted my head up as much as I could, so I could see better.

Way off in the distance, there was a very bright light that appeared to be sitting on top of the water.

I hadn't a clue what this might be but just to be safe, I thought David should have a look, so I tapped him on the head. Being that he was looking down, diligently involved in other pursuits, he mistakenly took my tapping as a signal of my wanting him to redouble his efforts and he started licking and sucking on me more vigorously than ever.

"David. . . DAVID. . . there's something wrong."

He stopped, pulled away and looked over his shoulder to where I was pointing.

"What the hell. . ." he said and right about this time we both heard the unmistakable sound of an outboard motor, very faint but growing louder.

"Oh, shit. They've got a searchlight on us. I think we've been busted. . . Jesus Christ, we've got to get your clothes back on."

For the next minute or so, not wanting to raise up because of the light, we thrashed around in the bottom of the canoe while I tried to slip into my shorts. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), by the time the boat with the searchlight was pulling alongside, that was as far as we got. In a situation like that, topless is not so good but bottomless is a whole lot worse, especially since we didn't know for a while who was behind the searchlight.

Fortunately, it turned out to be the manager (Colonel Saunders, as we referred to him). Naturally, the Colonel had all sorts of things to say to us. He couldn't let us be out there because their insurance wouldn't cover any accidents we might have and where on earth did we get that paddle, since they are all supposedly locked up, and he just happened to see us silhouetted in the moonlight on the water as he was making his last rounds before going to bed and there's better places to be "making whoopee", as he put it, and so on. After he got tired of yammering and ogling my boobs while I put my T-shirt back on, he asked us to toss him our bow line and he towed us back to the dock.

When we got to the cabin, the adrenaline rush of the situation kept both of us from feeling sleepy for a while, so before going to bed, I decided to take a shower. As the soapy water ran over me, I felt a sharp stinging sensation on one cheek of my butt. When I had David look at it, after I dried off, he told me that I had a cut there and it was still bleeding. Sure enough, when we looked at my shorts later on, there was a sizable bloodstain on the inside of them. We speculated that there might have been a ragged metal edge in the bottom of the canoe and for some reason I hadn't felt it when I was hurt. This trip was making me look more like a war veteran instead of the scrumptious morsel that David presumed me to be. Scraped back, banged up knee and now this.

Feeling sorry for myself, I took a couple of prescription pain pills that I had brought along to treat this elbow condition I have that flares up now and then. In his wonderfully loving way, David also felt sorry for me and gave me a long, gentle massage until I drifted off to sleep. It was the first time on our trip that we slept together in the literal sense. That is to say, without having sex.

We didn't have sex the next day either. David allowed me the entire day to rest and recuperate. We put off our trip to find a meadow and spent the day hanging around the cabin and stuffing ourselves at the lodge with salmon and salads and great food like that. I was blessed with a couple more delightful massages and we even went for a cruise on the lake. The legitimate way. In a motorized rowboat, with cushions and plastic seats to lounge on.

After breakfast the next morning we got in the car and set off down the road, going back the way we came. Sure enough, just as David had said we would, before long we came to a ranger station and went inside to see what we could find out. The young man behind the counter wasn't very knowledgeable but he consulted an older gentleman in an office in the back who seemed to know just what we were looking for. He didn't ask why, so we didn't have to give him any phony excuses about butterflies. He said getting there would involve driving on a slightly rutted, dirt logging road and then hiking along a trail for a couple of miles to the point where there was a small creek along side. At the place where the trail joined the creek, he suggested we wade across and walk in a vertical direction through the woods. Supposedly there would be several meadow-like areas within a quarter mile of the trail. He sold us the Olympic National Forest and National Park Map, marked the spot he was talking about and traced out the route to get there.

There was a spacious place to park at the trailhead and luckily, since privacy is always a consideration, there were no other cars parked there. The weather couldn't have been better, with broken clouds and mild temperature. As we walked down the trail, something humorous came to my attention.

"Doesn't that make it hard to walk?" I joked, pointing to the obvious bulge in David's pants.

After a half hour or so, the trail sloped downward for a short distance and we came to the creek, just where it showed it would be on the map. It was easy to get across without getting our feet wet, by stepping on stones. The trees on the other side were all deciduous and easy to walk through because they were spaced far apart. It seemed like no time at all before we came to an open space about the size of a football field. A perfect meadow in every respect except one. The ground was soft and marshy. So, we kept walking, only now the land was sloping higher. We came to a plateau and a second meadow about half the size of the first. The ground was not wet at all. I sat on a log and David walked around, looking things over. When he was on the opposite side of the meadow, he stood there looking back at me, not moving for a while. My guess is that he was feeling the same nervous tension I was about what to do next, how to get things started.

When he came back, he took off the day-pack he was wearing, pulled me close and kissed me. Inches from my lips, he asked me a question.

"Are you ready for a little adventure?"

"Yes."

"I think we should go over on the other side where there's more shade."

"OK, that sounds better than getting fried in the sun."

"Except there's this one little problem. . . I've got to piss like a racehorse. . . and as long as you're around," he said, indicating the still prominent lump in his shorts, "I can't pee. Why don't you go over there and get comfortable and I'll be there as soon as I take care of this."

"Sure sweetie," I said as I walked away, "take your time."

By the time I found a nice soft spot in the knee high grass and looked back, David had disappeared into the woods somewhere. I had pictured him undressing me but not wanting to be a stickler for details, I decided to do it myself and lay down in the grass when I was done, naked to the world. A fair amount of time went by and no David. The more I pictured him trying to turn himself off and apparently not having much success, the more it was turning me on. It felt like he was giving me a sort of backhanded compliment. It also meant that there was something fabulous on the horizon although I didn't have the slightest idea what that something might be. After a while, I couldn't take it anymore and I started touching myself. I knew I had to do my best to keep that touching from going to it's natural conclusion but I had to do something. The waiting was driving me crazy.

Just as things were on the verge of getting out of hand and I was arching my back, I was aware of something behind me. I craned my head backwards to see and there was David, standing there watching me! Not only that, he was as naked as I was, fully erect and he was stroking himself.

"DON'T STOP," he commanded in a very loud voice.

So I didn't.

As I continued, I reminded myself that this was the very first time David had seen me do this, which was more than a little surprising, considering everything else we had done, and what a place it was for this to happen. The surroundings were ethereal: the sky, the trees, the meadow, the birds chirping, the distant sound of the creek rushing over rocks. It was all unreal, compared to what we like to incorrectly call 'real life' in the city.

I was masturbating here just like I had when I fantasized only this was no fantasy. It was a hundred times better because, even though we weren't touching, David was here with me. My waves of passion grew and grew and eventually swept me away. My orgasm was intense. Very intense, with moaning and groaning, thrusting hips and sweat breaking out on my forehead. And then there was something even more wonderful. Just as I was looking back behind me, to see if my performance had met with David's approval, he came too!

The arc of his spurts was astonishing. What a sight it was, seeing him standing there, looking like a fountain. Some landed across my forearm, most in the grass and part went as far as my knee. The next thing I knew, he was lying beside me, kissing me everywhere and finally just holding me in his arms. We were lying on our backs, staring off into space, time not moving.

After who knows how long, the spell was broken when I felt David's hand pushing ever so gently on my cheek. He moved my head slightly, just enough so I could see that we had a visitor. A deer. It can't have been standing more than ten feet away.

Periodically it looked around, sometimes in our direction. Not seeming concerned, it would look back down and munch on the grass. I've heard that there are places on the east coast of America where a deer is considered a pest and where something like this would not be that unusual but out here in the west, a deer coming this close is exceedingly rare. We were being blessed by the best of good omens. What a fitting conclusion to our magical wilderness visit this was.

That night back at the cabin was to be the last one of our trip and we both expressed sadness that it was coming to an end. Checkout time was 11 the next morning and we resolved to stay until the last possible minute. Neither of us wanted it to be over. We made love, of course, not spectacularly or gymnastically or unusually, just lovingly and caringly. It felt as though we had become almost like a regular married couple in less than a week, except for one important difference: I had never been this much in love with either of my two legitimate husbands. I don't know how David felt about this, because I never asked him, but my guess is that he felt the same way I did.

During the drive back, we had two important conversations. The first one I started.

"You know, David, there's something we've got to get straight between us before we get back."

"Oh yeah, what's that?"

"Well, it has to do with how we treat each other when we're around Jessica and Ken and for that matter, everyone else we know. We can't be doing any of the lovey-dovey stuff we've been doing."

"Sure. I know that."

"I know you do but I mean, really. . . nothing at all. No footsy under the table, no kisses when we think everybody is in the other room, nothing. We can't even be looking at each other more than we usually do. It's going to be hard to keep from doing that but we absolutely have to. We can't give anybody the slightest reason to suspect anything."

"I'll do my best. I swear I will."

"Thank you sweetheart."

A short while later David brought up another subject, something which, up to that point, I had thought nothing about.

"So, tell me mom, what happens after we get back, if I want to take you out on a date?. . . No, seriously, I mean how are we going to get together?. . . You do want to get together once in a while, don't you?"

"Of course I do. I want to be with you as much as I can. . . gee, I don't know. . . motels, I guess? I can't see me coming over to your place or you coming over to mine. That would be too risky. Even if Jessica is gone or Ken is away on a trip, there's neighbors and things. I don't want to take any chances."

"How about if we get our own place?" David asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like an apartment or something."

"Well, I guess that's a possibility. Whatever it is, even if it's just a motel, it's going to have to be a long ways away, you know. We can't have anybody seeing us coming and going."

"Yeah, and whatever it is, it's going to cost a little bit, isn't it."

"Listen, don't worry about that, dumpling, I can afford it whatever it is. They're paying me more than I'm worth anyway and besides, Ken makes 2 or 3 times as much as I do. You're going to school and you need to save your money for that."

We talked about this for a while longer but never came to any conclusions. We decided to try going to a motel a few times and see about other alternatives later.

"How are we going to work out setting up a time?" David wanted to know.

"It'd be better if you call me at work. I don't want you calling me at home any more than you usually do."

"How often?"

"That's up to you, darling. Anytime you want me. . . We've got to be careful not to be away too much, though, or someone will get suspicious. Actually, now that I think about it, our work situations are ideal. Up to a point, I can get away pretty much as much as I want, as long as I don't get too far behind. You can too, except you don't get paid, so you've got to be careful that Jessica doesn't see that you're not getting paid as much as you're away."

"That's true but since she's at work mostly. . . at the same time I am, she'd have a hard time figuring that out. She knows I take time off to go to school, so I guess if I'm off more than usual, I could tell her I need the time for studying."

"You could study with me. I could be your tutor," I said and we laughed.

On several occasions , David reached over and held my hand as he was driving. One of these times, I clasped his hand tightly in mine, raised it to my lips, kissed it and lowered it to my breast, holding him against me as he squeezed me gently through the cloth. After a while, he lowered his hand into my lap, raising the hem of my skirt and slid his fingers along my thigh until he was touching my pussy. As usual, I wasn't wearing any panties.

This didn't make me leery the way it used to. In fact, I did what I could to accommodate him by taking off my seat belt, scootching my butt forward in the seat a little ways and spreading my legs as much as possible. He fingered me as we drove and I reveled in the feeling, closing my eyes as the waves of stimulation swept over me.

"Oooooh. . . oooooh David. . . you're going to make me cum."

He took this as a sign of encouragement and moved his fingers faster and faster. My hips uncontrollably pushed higher and I was over the top.

"Cumming. . . cumming. . . " and I let out a short little squeaky sounding yelp.

"Oooooh that was sooooo nice, David. . . thank you sweetheart," I said as I felt my orgasm subsiding.

For obvious reasons, David wasn't feeling as satisfied as I was.

"Listen mom, I can't take this. . . I've got to have you one last time before we get home."

I was feeling so blissful that I was inclined to give him absolutely anything he wanted but I wasn't sure exactly what that was. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, as if there was someone else in the car who might overhear me.

"Do you want me to go down on you, baby?"

I was willing to do that right here, right as we drove down the highway.

"No, I've got a better idea. Listen, I'm going to pull into the next rest-stop we come to."

I wasn't sure what that would lead to but I had enough faith in David's reasonableness that I didn't argue. I knew he wouldn't want to do anything that was too outrageous, so I didn't say anything. We drove along in silence and instead of putting my seat-belt back on, I leaned across the center console, kissed his ear a few times and rested my head on his shoulder. I could clearly see the bulge in his pants and I rested my hand on top of it, lightly squeezing now and then as we drove. I didn't want to do anything to over stimulate him. I just wanted to remind him I was there.

Twenty minutes later or so, we pulled into what was probably the last rest area before we got home. Neither of us needed to use the facilities so David drove past them and parked in the very last spot. There had to be at least 40 or 50 spaces between us and the first car that was parked next to the restrooms, plenty of distance for almost complete privacy inside the car, except as people drove past to get back on the freeway.

"Let's get in the back, mom. . . move your seat forward as far as it will go."

As soon as we were back there, David pulled me towards him and I thought we were going to kiss but instead he stopped when our faces were only inches apart and put his hands on the side of my face.

"I'm going to fuck you," he said, "Get on top of me. . . don't worry, no one can see us. You can leave everything on," and we started squirming around, trying to get arranged.

David rolled on his side so that he was diagonal in the space, with his head where the back seat meets the rear window. He unfastened his belt and the top button on his pants. I lifted my skirt as high as my crotch and swung my leg over his thighs. As he tried to wiggle his pants lower, I was having trouble finding a place for my knee.

"Move your butt over a little," I asked and he did.

As soon as I was in place, I arranged my skirt so everything was covered up, just in case someone looked in. I was still up in the air as I did this, my head bent over, my neck pressed uncomfortably against the roof. Even with all of this arranging, I never did see the object of my affections but I was certain that, where ever it was, it was fully erect. Sure enough, when David's hand disappeared under my skirt to hold himself in a vertical position, I could immediately feel that it was. Unfortunately, I was feeling this with the inside of my thighs, which meant that it wasn't where we wanted it. After some relocation, when everything felt right, I lowered myself down.

Because of our unusual positioning, I was controlling everything by how fast I wanted to raise and lower my hips. When we started, I was holding myself up with my arms but I couldn't resist bending down and kissing David. I stayed that way for the rest of the time, with our torsos pressed together. After a while, I felt David slide his hands under my skirt on the back of my thighs and raise them higher until he was holding me where each cheek of my butt meets my legs. When I raised my hips, he would spread me apart and when I lowered, he pressed me together. The extra friction was thrilling.

"Oh God honey, that feels so good. . . Oh God. . . fuck me, son. . . fuck me harder. . . harder," my voice almost whiney.

And I came. Multiple times.

"Yeeeees, oh yesssss. . . cumming. . ."

The timing wasn't perfect but I felt David get there shortly afterwards. His cum shot into me in a spurt I could feel distinctly. I'm sure there were others but those I didn't feel. The strength left my muscles and it felt like I was paralyzed. I have no idea how long it was before we moved.

Eventually, I rolled off of David and, because it was too difficult to get upright, flipped open the door handle and crawled out of the car on my hands and knees, on the side away from the restrooms. As I got my legs under me and straightened up, I saw the funniest thing. A semi-truck and trailer was leaving the rest area, passing behind us just a few feet away. Apparently, the driver suspected that something unusual was going on in our car because, even though technically the truck was moving, it can't have been going more that a couple of miles an hour. As I looked up, I could see a woman in the passenger window. She had an enormous smile on her face and was waving at me.

I waved back..