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The Talk

By: PrincessKoriandr



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Disclaimer and Warning

THIS IS A PARODY OF DC COMICS CHARACTERS!!!

All the characters belong to DC Comics, a Time Warner Company. No Copyright infringement is intended. I just borrowed them so that I could appease my constant need for Fan Fiction and to please some adoring fans out there. I have not received one red cent from writing this story and if you sue, all you'll get is two bad ass little girls. The only payment I wish is praise, criticism and some ideals for other stories.

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Manhattan, New York, 8:30 AM

"I'm doing it!" Kory Anders said to her roommate and Titans teammate 

Donna Troy. The two ladies were having a rare breakfast together at their Manhattan penthouse before going off on their separate appointments for the day. Donna had a 10:00 appointment with a potential client over at her photo studio and Kory had an assignment for the Jensa Jeans Corporation at 10:30. It was only 8:30 now, plenty of time for the women to eat and do some gossiping before starting their day. Which was a good thing, because Kory had a lot on her mind and needed to talk to someone.

"Do what?" Donna asked distractedly. She had her morning cup of coffee in one hand and the New York Times in the other. So intent on reading the paper, Donna only half heard what Kory was saying to her.

Shaking her auburn head at her friend's concentration on the newspaper, she repeated it again in a loud, clear voice. "I'm making love to Dick this weekend." she said, waiting to see her friend's expression. 

Kory watched as something very close to shock crossed the young Amazon's face. Slowly she lowered her coffee mug to the table and set the paper down also. Once her hands were free, she wrapped her arms around her waist and leaned back in the high-backed kitchen chair, staring at Kory. Just staring.

Both women had morning appointments they couldn't miss, but if the way Donna was looking meant anything, then it looked like both women would be late this morning.

Donna was wondering if something was wrong with her hearing. Just to be sure she wasn't losing her mind, she asked, "You're making love to Dick this weekend?"

Kory nodded her head. "Yes. That's what I planned for this weekend."

Donna asked, "And what brought this on? Don't you think this is kind of sudden?"

Kory was looking at Donna from across the kitchen table and was wondering where to begin. This wasn't something she just came up with out of the blue; this was something that she thought about long and hard. It was just that she needed some advice from someone who could help her ration her thoughts out. There was no one she trusted more then Donna to keep her secrets, and no one who knew Dick better. That was why she wanted Donna's input on this. She had decided that she was ready for the next step in her relationship with Dick but she had no ideal of how to go about it. Maybe Donna could give her some much-needed advice.

Taking a quick breath, she began. "No. It's not sudden, not at all. I've been thinking about making love to Dick for some time now,” she said "Actually, from the first time I saw him," she finished, a big grin lighting her golden features.

Laughing at her, Donna said, "Yeah, the attraction between you was apparent from the very beginning."

Winking at Donna, Kory asked, "What gave me away?"

Winking back at her friend she said, "Oh...I don't know. Just something I remember seeing. I believe it was the way your lips were glued to his at every opportunity and how Dick manfully struggled not to let your kisses affect him, but the tent in his little green shorts always betrayed him." 

The two women started laughing uncontrollably. 

Wiping the tears that had collected in the corner of her eyes, Kory said when she recovered enough to speak, "You know.... I always wondered why he always denied his desire for me. I mean, it was pretty obvious to me, and apparently everyone else, that the man wanted me! Why not just ADMIT it?"

"You know how Dick is. He will never make a move until he's sure of his position," Donna said. "Have you known him to just rush into anything?"

"No. Batman's training is too firmly in place. Besides, Batman or no Batman, he wouldn't be the type to rush into anything anyway." Sighing, she continued, "That's probably why I'm a little impatient, and maybe a little pushy about making love to him."

"So...this was your idea?" Donna asked.

"Yes,” Kory confirmed. "You know I love Dick," she said, watching Donna nod in the affirmative. "I do love him, more than anything in the world, but lately I've been feeling a need to take our relationship further."

Reaching for her cup of rapidly cooling coffee and looking at the tall, golden skinned alien who was her best friend, Donna asked, "So Dick wasn't pressuring you to make love? I admit it doesn't sound like him, but....” She left the rest of the sentence unfinished.

"No! No, no," shaking her auburn head furiously. "It's not like that! Dick has never mentioned sex to me. It's been ME bringing it up!" Blowing out a pent-up breathe, she continued. "And every time I mention it or even hint at it, he says the time's not right, or that we're too young, or something else that means 'NO'," she said furiously.

Frustrated, she got up from the table, breakfast forgotten, and walked over to the large picture window and tried to gather her thoughts before she continued. This window was her favorite place in the whole house. From here she had a clear view of the beautiful Manhattan skyline and could recharge her body and spirit from Earth's life-giving sun. It was also here that Kory did most of her thinking. Kory wondered how to start.

The best way is to just SAY it.

Staring out the window, she began quietly, "Lately I've been thinking about the things I want out of life, things I thought I would never have because I was enslaved. I didn't believe I would live long enough to be free much less make plans for my life."

Taking a deep breath and releasing it, Kory continued, "Donna I was a slave for six years, and for six years I was little more then a pleasure toy or a laborer." 

Donna's audible gasped was heard clearly in the room.

Turning away from the window, Kory stared at Donna's horrified expression. Leaving her spot by the window, the alien quickly crossed the floor and reclaimed her seat at the breakfast table. Once seated, she reached over the table for Donna's hands. Looking into her friend's eyes, she asked, "What did you think happened to me all those years as a slave?"

"I...I.... Gods! I don't know what I thought! You never talked in detail about what happened. From what you told us I knew those six years weren't fun, but my God! You were a child! How could they do.." The rest was left unfinished, because Kory cut her short.

"How could they do WHAT Donna?" Kory asked, her voice taking on a slightly mocking tone. "How could they molest and rape a child? How could they act so base and crass toward another living creature? How could they sleep at night?" she asked, anger coloring her voice and the words falling from her lips like bullets. "Easily, Donna. I was nothing, less then nothing. A vessel without a soul. Something to be used whenever desired. I was property, and as long as they didn't kill me, they could do what they wanted to me." Capturing Donna's horrified gaze with her own bitter look, she said, "Of the six masters I had, none passed up the opportunity to use me sexually."

"God, Kory! I didn't mean to.." Donna started.

Squeezing her friends hands to stop her from finishing, Kory said, "X'hal! I know, I know -- and I'm sorry. I.... I guess I'm more bitter than I thought. I didn't mean to snap at you. Forgive me?" She asked.

"Of course,” she said, squeezing Kory hands, the gesture signifying that all was forgiven.

For a minute, there was silence in the room. Donna sat quietly, waiting... wondering if Kory would continue on. Releasing Donna's hands, Kory leaned back in the chair and folded her arms around herself, wondering where to begin -- or if she even wanted to begin again. She hadn't realized just how painful talking about this was going to be. She wasn't sure if she wanted to open that particular wound again and if...

No.

NO! she thought. I will not let my fear trick me into thinking I'm weak! I know what it takes and how to survive. Yes, talking about it will be painful, but it will cleanse me, heal me. And for a chance at the kind of life I want with Dick, I would be willing to take on X'hal's fiery embrace! 

Taking a deep breath and praying to X'hal for strength and clarity, she said quietly to Donna, "I'm afraid."

"Afraid? Afraid of what?" Donna asked.

"Afraid that the things I went through at the hands of men have left me wary and doubting myself."

"Doubting yourself? How...? 

"Doubting that I can be the kind of woman I would need to be in order to make love with Dick," she said. "Up unto the time I met Franklin and Dick, I wanted nothing to do with a man, much less sex. Sure, I wanted to date and be in a relationship with someone I could care for, but the idea of having sex with him too didn't even enter my mind." She sighed. "That didn't come until I started dating Dick. Now it's all I'm thinking about. I really want him," Kory finished.

"So what's the problem?" Donna asked.

With a helpless look in Donna's direction Kory replied, "The problem is... I'm not sure if my mind and body are in agreement. I don't want to start making love to Dick and discover right in the middle of it that I have some long buried trauma, or start having a flashback and start freaking out on Dick." Lowering her head to the table, she murmured, "I couldn't bear that."

Donna sat quietly, looking at Kory's bent head and tried to imagine what that would be like. She couldn't. There was no way to know exactly what Kory was feeling. Absently, Donna started stroking Kory's long auburn hair, trying to offer what comfort she could. But what could she do? She was a virgin! What could she tell Kory about sex? Or even about the feelings that should accompany the act? Or even how to handle being a rape victim who's in love and is finally ready to make love! All I can give her in the way of experience is what I've found out with Terry. Maybe that will be enough. Great Hera! I hope it's enough.

Lifting Kory's head off the table and standing up out of her seat, Donna took Kory by her hand and started pulling her towards the living room. Startled out of her depressing thoughts, Kory asked, "Wha.... Where are we going, Donna?" 

"Into the living room. We need to talk, and the kitchen table is NOT the place to hold this particular conversation." Still dragging Kory behind her, they finally entered the living room. The living room was the only room in the house that Donna did all by herself, and it was here she felt the most comfortable. It reflected her personal style, and her Greek heritage was very apparent. Leading Kory to the plush white couch and taking a seat herself, she indicated for Kory to sit down. When Kory was seated, Donna took Kory's hands again and started speaking.

"I'm not sure how much help I'll be or even what exactly you're asking me, but whatever advice I can give you or whatever questions I can answer I will. Now, what do you want to talk about?" Donna asked.

"X'hal! Do you think I should do this? I mean, with all the things that could happen between us, do you think I should still go through with it?" Kory questioned.

"I think that if even after you've made up you're mind, you're still having doubts, then you shouldn't do it," she said bluntly.

"But what if I'm blowing this all up in my mind? Making a bigger problem out of this than what it is?"

Donna was staring at Kory in amazement. "Are you saying that it's not possible for you to still be traumatized? Are you saying that you've dealt with those things in your past that haunt you still? Or did you just bury them deep inside and forget about them? Can you honestly say you've healed completely?"

Kory's eyes narrowed and a hard, bitter look came into the vibrant green orbs, making them flash. The bitterness in them was gone as quick as it came. "No, I can't say that. I'm better, but better is not healed. Since I came to Earth, I discovered that all males weren't the abusive torturers I made them out to be. Being on Earth changed a lot of what I thought," she finished.

"But there are men here who are just as capable of and are abusive of women in some kind of way," Donna corrected.

"I know... believe me I know. But there are more decent men here than where I was. I was surrounded by males who only wanted to use me at their leisure. Once away from that atmosphere, and given other examples of what a loving and sexual relationship should be, I changed my views. I owe that to you and Terry."

"What? What do you mean? You've been using me and Terry as an example?" Donna was shocked.

"Yeah." Kory said sheepishly. "Just look at you and Terry. Terry loves you and you him. I could never see Terry treating you the way I was treated. I can't see Terry abusing you or willingly trying to hurt or humiliate you, either. You and he were my examples for a healthy sexual relationship. It's what I want for Dick and me," she finished.

"I'm not sure if you should be using our relationship as a basis for how your relationship with Dick should go,” Donna started. "True, Terry and I have a wonderful relationship, but we do have our points where we fight. It's far from perfect. Also, It's not a sexual relationship… YET,” Donna emphasized.

Kory blinked. Her emerald green eyes got as round as saucers. "You mean you and Terry haven't made love yet?"

Grinning at her, Donna asked, "Why are you surprised?"

"I just thought... because you're in love and have been dating for a while... that by now, you would have made love with him," she finished helplessly.

Shaking her head at Kory 'no', she was grinning so hard her blue eyes were sparkling. "Not yet. And not from lack of trying on both ends." She laughed, Kory smiling right along with her. "Don't get me wrong; I've thought about it, but I want to wait. I want the first man I make love with to be my husband. That way it can be something special for Terry and me to remember always." 

The bitter look came back into Kory's eyes. "Unfortunately, that's the one thing I can't offer Dick, and I'm scared stiff that it will make all the difference in our relationship, sexual or non-sexual," she finished, a frown crossing her expression.

"What? Dick not being your first?" she asked.

"Yes,” the redhead agreed. "Dick told me before we even started talking about this that he was a virgin. That there was a woman he was in love with or infatuated with but she never returned his affection. She thought of him as a little brother, rather then a potential lover. And then there was whoever he met at college but that never progressed to a sexual relationship," she said. "I'm just afraid that the knowledge that I DO have will turn him off or he'll find it distasteful,” Kory finished.

"You mean.... you being more sexually experienced than Dick?" Donna asked.

Nodding her head at her friend she replied, "Yes. I know plenty about sex and nothing about making love." Blowing out a pent-up breath she murmured, "And I don't know how to start. I just don't want him to turn away from me," she said, tears starting to fill her emerald green eyes.

After a brief pause, Donna asked softly, "Kory...do you love Dick?"

Wondering where Donna was going with this question but trusting her friend, she replied, "More than anything in the universe. I love him with everything that I am and with everything that I will be, and we CAN be."

"And do you believe Dick loves you?" 

"X'hal!" Kory said passionately. "Yes! As sure as the sun will rise."

"Do you trust Dick?" Came the next question from across the table.

A surprised look entered the alien woman's eyes. Blinking owlishly, she replied, "Of course I trust Dick. I trust him with my life!" She said fervently, an intense look entering her eyes.

Holding her hands in front of herself, warding off that particular look, Donna said, "OK, OK. I get the point." Leaning back in her chair and reaching for her coffee she asked, "Now, knowing all that about Dick, do you honestly think he could hold you responsible for things you had no control over? That the man you love would make you feel inadequate or make you feel ashamed about the things in your past? Do you think the man you love would worry about such a small thing as being the first man to enter your body?" Reaching for her friend's trembling hands, forcing her to meet her eyes, she added, "Kory, for all intents and purposes, Dick will be your first. Not the first to enter your body, but the first because he's the one you WILLINGLY choose and more importantly, because he's the one you LOVE." Smiling softly at Kory and squeezing her hands gently, she finished in a quiet voice, "Nothing else matters." 

"Besides..." Donna said winking at her, "do you think anything of what you're feeling will escape the former 'Boy Wonder'? As easy as your emotions are to read, why not just let Dick take his cues from you? Your responses to him will tell him all he needs to know." 

"So you're saying I don't have anything to worry about?" Kory asked. "That I should just trust Dick and enjoy myself? Let things progress naturally and don't worry about anything?"

"Yep. Pretty simple, huh?" Donna said, grinning at her.

"Yeah. Really simple,” Kory said, grinning back at her.

"I hope I was able to help, honey. I didn't know if I could, but I had to try. I just wish there was something else I could say or do to make this easier..." Donna left off.

Leaning toward Donna on the couch, Kory reached out and put her arms around the young Amazon. "You don't know how much you've helped," she said, hugging her tightly before letting go. Looking at Donna she finished tearfully, "I don't know what I'd have done with out you. I guess what I want to say is...thanks, and I love you."

Smiling at Kory with tears in her cobalt blue eyes, she replied, "Anytime honey, and I love you, too." Taking a shaky breath and drying the tears from her eyes, Donna looked down at her watch.

10:02 AM!!

"Gods!! I'm late!" Donna said, jumping up off the couch. "If I'm going, I better leave now." Smiling at Kory, she gave one last bit of advice. "Honey, you have nothing to worry about. You love Dick and he loves you. Making love to each other will be as natural as breathing if you let it. In the end, it's all about love!" Taking Kory's hand and pulling the young alien off the couch, Donna headed for the door. "C'mon! We've got to go. I'm late, and if you don't get a move on, you will be, too."

"But.... I don't even have my coat or my purse!!" Kory said, still being dragged behind the Donna.

Cutting her a look, Donna stopped once she reached the door. Reaching for the coat rack, she pulled her coat and Kory's coat off the rack along with both of their purses. Turning around, she passed Kory hers and waited for her to put her coat on. Once she got situated, Donna turned to unlock the door and leave, but before she could get through it, when she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

Turning around and seeing Kory smiling at her, Donna asked, "Yes? Something wrong, Kory?"

Reaching out to hug the Amazon, she asked, "Wrong? No, nothing's wrong, Donna. I just wanted to say.... thank you again. You've been more of a sister to me then my own, and I love you for it."


The Talk



It's late in the afternoon, several hours after her last lingerie show should have ended.

I greet her at the door, take her by the hand and lead her to the couch. "C'mon over here, sit, relax, put your feet up. Here, like this." She sits back as I sit on the coffee table in front of her. I take her legs and part them slightly placing her feet on either side of me, remove her spike heels and begin rubbing her feet. I can easily see under her miniskirt and notice not only the lack of panties, but the slightly swollen pussy lips. Her enlarged breasts also appear through her overly tight sweater top, their nipple still somewhat erect.

"So, how'd it go?"

"The usual, showed a few outfits, had some drinks, sat with some customers."

"In the outfits, or did you get dressed first?"

"Some of both. During a break, I sat in a booth with a few guys while I was in a bra, panty and garter set. They liked that."

"I'm sure they did. Any of them try to cop a feel?"

"No, I think they were afraid of getting thrown out. Then after the show I got dressed in this outfit and sat with some other guys for drinks and lunch. One of them I knew from other shows and he always puts his hand on my leg. Kind of like you're doing now."

"Is this the guy you went out with afterwards?"

"Excuse me?"

"I was just asking about who you went out with after the show."

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning, you're home four hours after the show, looking somewhat worn out and your pussy is obviously wet from what I can see under your skirt."

"What are you accusing me of?"

"Nothing at all. I just want to know if he was good and that it's OK."

"That what is OK?"

"That my wife dating is OK. That's what this talk is all about. I know this isn't the first time and I don't want it to be the last."

"You think I'm cheating and you think it's OK?"

"No. I think you're dating because you need more sex than I can keep up with. I understand. We have different drives and yours is more active. So, I'm saying I'm OK with you doing what you have to. As long as you're happy and satisfied."

"I'm not sure I understand where this is going. You're not mad? Are you asking me to leave?"

"Not at all. In fact, I'm asking you to continue if that's what you want."

"I'm confused. Most guys would be furious to find out their wife was having an affair."

"I don't see it as an affair as such. I see it as sex and I'm saying it's OK for you to have as much as you want. There are a couple of terms for this. Open marriage is one. Hot wife is another. The more fetishy term is cuckold. I'd like you to read up on them and see that this isn't such a weird idea. It's a whole sub-culture."

"Of cheating spouses?"

"Open marriages. Wife-sharing. It's not cheating if we both agree it's OK."

"So, what's in it for you?"

"Hopefully a happy and satisfied wife. A wife who feels free to chase all the cock she wants without guilt and dresses accordingly. I love seeing you dressed ultra sexy, on the hunt for cock. All I ask are a few things."

"Such as?"

"We stay married. Not just don't get a divorce, but stay married. Do couple things just as anyone else does."

"You stay living here full time. You can stay out over night if you want, you can even stay with a guy over a weekend or go on short trips if you want. As long as you live here and spend most nights here. Most might mean 20 or 25 nights a month, maybe more, maybe less. No real numbers as long as you're here more than not. No secrets. No just not showing up. Keep me informed. If you meet a new guy, tell me. If you're going somewhere after a show, call me and let me know. If you decide to stay over night, call me and let me know."

"Don't deny me anything. If I want to have you, don't say no. It might be OK to delay sometimes if you have a date scheduled, but don't refuse outright. You're still my wife and if I want to fuck you, I can. And don't make a habit out of canceling any plans we have to see some guy. It might be OK sometime if somebody needs you on short notice, but for the most part, we come first."

"I'm still not sure I understand all this."

"That's OK too. You will, once you do the reading I've asked you to. I've printed some things out and left them in our room."

"Who knows, there might even come a time when you can have sleepovers here. We might be able to set up a guest room for your dates. Or maybe I'll sleep there and you can get fucked in our bed."

"I probably won't get involved most of the time, but I may want tio help you get dressed before a date or bathe you after one. I might take you out shopping for some hot clothes. This could all end up being a lot of fun for everyone."

"Is this some kind of plan because you want to be with other women?"

"No! Hell I can't keep you satisfied. I sure as hell can't do others. At least not the way you will be. Not saying I'd say no, if you found an interested girl. It might be interesting to fuck the wife of one of the guys who fuck my wife, but that's not what this is all about."

Taking out a small gold anklet, I place it on her. "This is kind of a symbol of all this. For a lot of women, it's just an ankle bracelet. For others, it's a sign. Most people won't recognize it, but there are those who will. It may be an invitation to some guy in a bar if he knows, taking some of the guesswork out of whether he should approach you or not."

"You don't mind if I get picked up by a stranger in a bar?"

"Not a bit. In fact, I hope you do. Just tell me about it. I won't always ask for details, but if I do, be open and honest."

"I'm still having trouble understanding this."

"That's OK. Get undressed, let's go to bed where you can do some reading talking and you'll see how I react. Maybe more than once if all goes well."

"For starters, you can tell me if the guy that fucked you today was any good. Don't leave out any details either, like if this was his first time in you."

Walking to the bedroom arm in arm, she whispers, "it wasn't."



The Talk



Returning the embrace, Donna said, "Anytime, honey." Both women shared the joy of being loved and the love that knowledge brought.

Breaking away from each other, Kory said, "Now, let's get out of here. We've got a busy day ahead and tons of planning to do when we get home." She finished, winking at Donna, "I want everything just perfect."

Laughing at the thought of helping her friend plan Dick's seduction, Donna said, "Yeah, and I can't wait!"

Grinning at each other, the women left the penthouse. The sound of their laughter could still be heard lingering in the air.

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© 2001 by Kenya – Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran

All characters © DC Comics, a Time Warner Company.



The Talk



Author's Note: Obviously how-to's will not work for everyone, you may be in a unique situation. However, I hope that with this how-to more parents fill find it easier to figure out how to talk to their children about sex. As I just ended my teenage years 2 years ago, I'm speaking from a very recent viewpoint and generation; I hope to help. Thank You.

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The Sex Talk is one of the scariest things to have, not for the parent but for the child. Speaking as someone who had their "sex talk" in the 90's, I can remember how much I dreaded it each and every time. Fortunately I had a very understanding and compassionate mother who totally understood teenagers.

Mom: "Do you want to talk about drinking?"

Me: "No."

Mom: "Ok, just if you're at a party and you get drunk, call me. Don't try to drive EVER and don't get into a car with someone who's been drinking. You won't get into trouble if you call me. You don't call me and you try to drive or go with someone who's been drinking and you will never leave this house again. Do you want to talk about drugs?"

Me: "No."

Mom: "Ok, well if you're going to try it, do it here where I can monitor you and don't try anything stronger than marijuana. I'd prefer you don't do it at all, but if you're going to try then I don't want you getting arrested for it and I'd rather know that it's going on. Do you want to talk about sex?"

Me: "NO!"

Mom: "Ok, well if you're going to do it make sure that you let me know first so that I can put you on the pill and buy some condoms."

Awkward silence.

Me: "Mom, I'm waiting for marriage."

Mom: "That would be great honey, but let's be realistic. I'd prefer it if you wait for college but no matter what I want you to let me know first so that we can put you on birth control. And if you save yourself till marriage that's wonderful."

Ok, so not only was that incredibly awkward, but it turned out to be right. I never did try drugs because they weren't something that interested me. However, I also never got into a car with someone who was drunk and I never tried to drive after I'd been drinking. My mom didn't flip out when I did get into car accidents, since I wasn't drinking, and so I knew I could trust her. That's why when I was 17 and with my first serious boyfriend, I knew it was ok to go to her and tell her I was ready to have sex. And she was a little startled, and not thrilled, but she didn't yell at me or try to talk me out of it. She just put me on the pill and made sure that I knew how important protection was. 

Compared to some of my friends I was extremely lucky. For a 14 year old, my sex talk was mortifying but at least my mother was understanding and open. One friend's parents wouldn't talk to her at all about sex, she had to come to us and our parents for advice and help. She got her birth control from Planned Parenthood and her parents never knew for sure what was going on - they were too embarrassed to talk to their daughter about something like that. Another friend's mother put her daughter on the pill as soon as she turned 14 with the excuse of regulating her periods, she was the only one of us who actually waited till marriage before having sex. One very unlucky friend had parents who told her that sex before marriage was completely wrong, they refused to discuss anything but abstinence; at age 16 she was pregnant.

Now, obviously the same approach isn't going to work for everyone, but most of my friends said they wished that their parents had approached them in the way my mother approached me and my brother. A few said that they wished that their parents hadn't tried to talk about them at all, but I did notice that all of us who's parents had talked to us about it and were mostly open-minded fared the best. Those whose parents expressed loud disapproval either got children who were ashamed of their own desires, unsure about themselves and what they should do, and still went and had sex anyway (hopefully with protection, if provided enough information about it by the school's health class and their friends), or they got children who rebelled and did it without any protection at all. 

A parent can hope that their child will wait, that their child will believe in the same morals and religious reasons that they do... but that doesn't always happen. And rather than feeling more inclined to have sex after finding out my mother's open attitude, I actually wanted to do it less. Because I felt obligated to tell her... after all she'd approached me in such a sympathetic and understanding way, so open, so accepting... how could I justify NOT telling her? Which meant that I REALLY wanted to wait. And so I did, I was one of the last of my friends to have sex, and I was definitely the best protected when I did have sex for the first time. Also, the guy I lost my virginity to is the guy I am still with today and one day hope to marry... again that's also not something that is going to happen to everyone, but for me it meant that I chose my first partner with utmost care. Because, you see, my mom was going to know that I was having sex with him. And that meant that not only would I feel the need for her approval, but I really wanted to be sure that I was ready for him if I was going to be telling my mom that my sex life was really starting.

The best tips that I got from my experiences, and my friend's, were

1. Be open about it. Don't be afraid or ashamed to talk about it, because your child might then feel that it is something to ashamed about. That doesn't mean it will inhibit them from doing it once they decide to, but it does mean that they'll be less inclined to talk to you about it. 

2. Be honest. If you would prefer that they wait for marriage, TELL THEM. But also let them know that you'll love them no matter what they choose, and you'll be there for them.

3. Express your deep concern that no matter what they use birth control. Whether they tell you or not, whether it's in your belief system or not - because if birth control isn't, I doubt that a child before marriage is either. Of utmost importance is THEIR safety, not your peace of mind. There are so many diseases out there, so many risks for teenage pregnancy, if nothing else they need that protection.

4. Express some kind of belief that they will make the decision that is right for them. Don't try to order them to do anything - that only causes rebellious feelings. Let them know that in this, it's their judgment that matters.

5. ASK them to come to you when it's time so that you can provide the birth control. If you are honest and open and they don't feel like they'll need to be afraid of your judgments or that you might not love them anymore, then they will come. 

Most importantly, remember that this is about them, not about you. Because no matter what you do, they are going to make their own choice on this. You cannot be there every second of every day, making sure that they are following your wishes on sex. They see it on TV, in movies, hear about it on the radio, talk about it at school with their friends. In the end, it's their judgment that you're going to have to rely on. So you can either be a part of their life in this, or not. If they feel that you'll judge them, that you won't accept them, that you'll deny them if you find out that they've been having sex, then they won't come to you. They won't talk to you about it. And it's a much higher chance that they'll be irresponsible about it. 

And whatever you do, don't panic. You act like it's the end of the world and I can almost guarantee that your kid is going to rebel. Or that they're going to be so afraid of you that when the times comes, they aren't going to be able to talk to you about it at all.

You may not believe it's right... but I hate to tell you: THAT DOES NOT MATTER. Your kid is going to do what he or she wants anyway. 

This is the best advice I can give to parents who are trying to deal with their teenager's sexuality. Be open, be honest. Tell them that you weren't perfect either. Tell them that you waited till marriage. Tell them about your co-worker's daughter who's pregnant at 15 because she didn't use birth control. Make sure that they know about AIDS and STD's. Give them the knowledge and the support that they are going to need, because this is about them and what choice they're going to make. All you can choose is to be there for them, or not. 



The Talk



Cindy was still reeling from her divorce, but at least it was over and now the emotional part was what she had to contend with. Luckily, her two children had been very understanding about it all and were very supportive throughtout the process. After all, it was her husband who wanted the divorce, and her children at ages nineteen and twenty-two were old enough and on their own enough to recover well.

With her husband gone, the additional absence with her children going to college was seemingly intensified and the lonesomeness wore on Cindy. She moped and complained some, and her son Alex certainly picked-up on it. He encouraged her to be more outgoing. Further, he came home a couple of weekends from school to urge her out and be more supportive.

Alex went to school only a couple of hours from where the family had lived and he got into a routine of coming back every other weekend. He got his mother into the routine of exercising regularly, and Cindy was pleasantly surprised at how much it energized her and lifted her spirits.

She also liked how much Alex would notice her doing more with her exercising and his encouraging her on. She came to look forward to it.

Inevitably, Cindy and Alex would go get dinner together or have drinks after working-out, and Alex started talking to Cindy about how she could get back out socially and meet people. Cindy looked forward to those weekends when Alex would come home, and she also listened to his advice about meeting people and getting out more.

Just as Alex had suggested, Cindy wound-up meeting and going out with a couple of guys that she met. Before long, Cindy had had several dates with a guy named Tony from their gym. There became a couple of times on a Saturday night when Alex was at home for the weekend when Cindy was supposed to go out with Tony, and Cindy was very adamant about not going even though Alex said she should.

Cindy really felt torn later, and she was going to talk to Alex about it the next time he visited from school. As it turned out, Alex cancelled the next weekend he would've come home from school, saying there were things he had to do at school. Cindy told him she understood, but inside she was actually very disappointed.

They had talked over the usual pleasantries, and Cindy visibly seemed to gather herself to bring up something to Alex.

"Alex, I have to tell you," she started reluctantly," I feel bad about having had plans the other weekend. I really enjoy our time, you know?"

"Listen," he replied concerned at her discomfort, "I understand totally. I look forward to seeing you, too. I enjoy us getting together. Alot. But, listen this is what is best. You need to get out more socially, and I understand."

"You are so sweet. But I just don't want us to stop spending our time together you know?"

"Sure, I understand," he answered. "And we don't have to stop either." Cindy smiled as he said this. Alex liked how she had lit up at this. 

"Tell you what," Alex suggested, " let's see how it goes with me still coming home every other weekend or so. Okay?"

"Great!" Cindy exclaimed and went to Alex and hugged his neck, glad that they had worked this out.

Two weekends later, Alex was home from school, and he could tell his mom was really happy to see him. She was beaming when he came through the door, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Alex could smell the light sweet perfume Cindy wore, and he noticed touches of make-up a little more than any recent time he could remember.

Cindy had already planned their dinner out that night, and she was very animated and talkative at the seafood restaurant that she knew was one of his favorites. They had dinner and a couple of drinks as she caught up on how school was going for him. After they talked of school, Alex asked her about Tony. For the first time that evening, Cindy seemed to withdraw some and get quiet.

"Alex, I don't know that we should really get into that. ... I don't expect to be seeing any more of Tony."

This took Alex by surprise.

"Huh?"

"Well, it just didn't work out, I guess," she coyly tried to explain.

"Mom, it sounded like you guys were getting along so well."

"I know, but... ."

"But?" Alex persisted, not letting her off the hook.

"Let's just say he wanted more from things than what I did."

"Really?" Alex wasn't exactly sure what to make of this.

The conversation shfited on to something else, but Alex made it a point to bring it back up when they were at home later and before they were going to call it a night.

"I guess I'm still surprised at you not seeing Tony any more, mom."

They were standing in the kitchen together, and Cindy looked up at Alex saying nothing for a while.

"You know, you could discuss it with me if you want to, you know?" Alex said to her gently.

"Let's just say he wanted to be closer with me. ...And," she stopped, but didn't take her eyes from Alex.

"And?" Alex asked.

"Well, I just didn't want that with him," Cindy gave a slight smile as if to say 'you know what I mean'.

"I understand," Alex tried to comfort her. "There'll be someone you will be comfortable with and will want that with."

"Oh, I sure hope so," Cindy smiled, and soon they were both chuckling.

They were both headed upstairs and talking about the next day. Alex walked her to where her door to her bedromm was and listened as she continued to talk. Rather than walk on to his room, Alex stood at the door and talked as she got ready for bed.

Cindy looked to him from time to time as she removed her jewelry, and she looked in her mirror as she brushed her hair but they still talked. Cindy was standing sideways to him as he was still at the door, leaning against it and wondering whether he should turn away as she untucked her blouse from her jeans.

"Your mom's getting old, sweetheart," she said as her hands went to the buttons on the blouse and slowly undid them as she looked at her refection in the mirror.

"You're still gorgeous, you know that," Alex reassured her.

"You really are a sweetheart for saying so," she said to him as she walked by him with her blouse unbuttoned and parted showing her bra in the middle of her front as she walked by.

Alex couldn't help but notice the deep cleavage as she walked by and on to her closet where she stood, pretty much standing away from him. She took a thin robe from the closet and draped it on the closet door, and her hands went to her jeans.

"So you're not gonna mind going with me shopping tomorrow?" She asked him as she undid the jeans and unzipped them, again sideways to him but just a few feet away.

"Absolutely," he replied and swallowed hard, feeling a mix of awkwardness and excitement.

"Good, you know I could use the company."

She tugged the jeans down her legs and swiftly steeped out of them, and Alex was frozen in place at this happening in front of him. She stood back straight and was still in profile form to him as the blouse covered her from his view. 

She paused and there was silence between them as he looked at her there. Her hands seemed in slow motion as they went up to the sides of her blouse and pulled it back, letting it go down her shoulders and fall to the floor. As the fabric hit the ground, Alex's gaze was upon the white bra that seemed to barely hold her breasts and the skimpy bikini panties that had string strips that went high on her hips.

Cindy's hands moved smoothly to the robe and she was pulling it on before Alex could move or say a word. It hung on her and remained to be tied to her, as she then let her hands pull off the bra with her robe on. The robe concealed the now bare breasts that were hanging just inside the robe.

Cindy brought her hands to her waist, and Alex again was frozen as he watched her hands disappear within the robe to obviously pull the only remaining item of clothing off as she just had the robe for cover. The panties fell to a small clump on the floor as Cindy straightened back up from where she had brought them down.

Alex expected to see her hands go to the tie that would bind the robe to her, but her hands stayed at her side, as Cindy slowly turned toward Alex. 

"Guess it's time to turn in, huh?" Cindy smiled at him, and there was no way that Alex could not let his gaze travel from her grin down, taking in the sight of her.

The robe parted in the middle as Alex expected and the robe only revealed cleavage as Alex expected. But as his eyes followed further down, he saw her bare stomach, with the sides of the robe framing a narrowly exposed strip of her bare torso. His eyes went further and Cindy saw them fix on what he saw next.

The robe framed her middle where the sides of the robe were in line with her legs. This left the waist and middle open to view. Alex saw her navel and skin underneath, and further down he saw a strip of blondish brown pubic hair, curled and sitting atop pinkish flesh underneath. Cindy stood still and Alex stared openly.

"Hey, we have to turn in," she half-whispered as she brought the sides of the robe together at last and tied it to her. 

She took the couple of steps to him and tilted her face to him, lightly pecking his lips with a kiss, then turning to go to her bed. Alex in a daze went to his room and was out of her bedroom when she turned out her light and took her robe off climbing into bed.

Cindy tossed and turned, trying to sort out in her own mind what had just happened. She was upset wih herself for having been that way with him. She wondered what she could have possibly been thinking. At the same time, she was very excited at what had happened. Things had seemed to change between she and Alex over time, and now they had crossed some sort of line almost. She thought that he had prompted it with his hanging around and watching her, and she had let it go on with practically undressing in front of him.

As she laid there unable to sleep, she wondered what he thought. She wondered if he couldn't sleep as well. Her next thought caused her to feel disgusted with herself as she thought about whether he had been able to go straight on to sleep. Against all better judgment, Cindy found herself getting out of bed.

Cindy quietly stepped down the hall until she was right outside his bedroom door. She stood still and tried to listen. When she heard nothing, she leaned closer to where her ear was at the door, and she waited to hear if there was anything that would tell her that Alex couldn't sleep either.

The first indication was the sound of a mattress. It was a light squeeking sound as if the mattress was being sat on and springs were sounding. Then, it happened again, followed by a sound that Cindy was fixed on. Heavy breathing with a steady rythym caused Cindy to close her eyes shut as she realized that Alex wasn't only not asleep, but feeling very turned-on as well.

Cindy listened closely as she tried with all she had not to let her hand go to where it wanted inside her robe. her hand was at an opening of her robe at the waist when she heard him moan. It was a deep moan and it lasted for several seconds as Cindy listened intently. As it finished, Cindy realized she had listened with her eyes clenched shut and two fingers of her right hand pressed inside of her causing her own spasming to rock her, as she slipped quietly away from the door.

The next day Alex was ready to go shopping with her before Cindy was even through with her coffee. Cindy smiled to herself. Just a couple of short years ago, it had been difficult to get Alex to hang around at all. Now, here he was ready to go with her shoping of all things, something her ex would never do.

They took their time and just hung out together, going from one place to the next. They talked and got each other's opinion on things, and Cindy felt herself really enjoying a closeness with Alex, as he stayed near her and was genuinely interested in what she was saying and doing.

For her part, Cindy paid attention to Alex as well. She appreciated him more as a young man as he would open a door for her or stand close by making her more aware of his physical presence and atrractiveness. Women in the stores noticed Alex and Cindy could detect their interest in her son.

Near the end of the day, they stopped at a clothing store. A young sales girl was trying to interest Alex in a pair of trousers. Cindy stood aside and stayed quiet, as the sales girl was trying to coax Alex into buying the pants. The girl looked to Cindy, smiled, and looked back to Alex.

"Hey, just ask your girlfriend. I'd bet she'd like to see you in these." The sales girl teased.

Both Cindy and Alex laughed, but neither of them corrected her.

"You know," Cindy replied, " you're right. I would like to see him in these." Cindy grinned at Alex.

"Okay, you got it." Alex took the pants from the girl and turned toward the dressing room.

"Good, you can model them for us," Cindy teased, but he stopped and took her by the arm.

"Oh no you don't," he said as he pulled her along with him. "Since I don't know what these are gonna look like, we're gonna just show them in here."

Cindy inhaled deeply as she was led into the fitting area by Alex, and he pulled the door shut. Cindy stood awkwardly close to Alex, speechless in the closely confined room as Alex undid his jeans and unzipped them.

"Here, could you take these off the hanger for me," he asked her as she took the trousers from him and slid them from the hanger, unable to turn away from what he was doing. Alex didn't hesitate as pulled the jeans down his long legs, also sliding his sandals off. In one smooth wisk, the jeans were off his legs and in his right hand to exchange with Cindy as she passed him the new trousers.

Cindy was openly staring at where Alex's t-shirt covered only the top of his boxer-briefs. The white cotton contrasted with Alex's tanned legs. The white cotton also was stretched containing a bulge that protruded out and down the left, with the round crowned head easily outlined at the lower side. Alex took the trousers from Cindy and as he did Cindy watched the throb in the underwear and her mouth opened slightly.

Alex took his time pulling the trousers on and Cindy immediately blushed and looked downward, seemingly mortified at how she had stared at him.

"So, tell me what do you think?" Alex teased at her when he had the new trousers fastened and zipped.

Cindy just grinned back, still embarrassed and speechless.

"I think you should get them." She finally said back.

"Is everything okay in there?" The sales girl called from outside.

Cindy just looked into Alex's eyes as he took the trousers back off.

"Just fine," Alex answered aloud, "I think she's gonna want to get them."

Alex laughed and Cindy shook her head as she handed him back his jeans. When he went to put them back on, Cindy let herself look again, her eyes fixing again on the bulge that moved as he pulled his jeans back up. When he had zipped back up his jeans, he took her by the hand and walked her back to the girl.

"She is so sweet," Alex motioned to Cindy as he said to the sales girl, "She wants to get these for me."

Cindy just shook her head and grinned more as she got out her charge card. Alex rubbed her back, as the girl rang up the purchase and Cindy tried to make a face at him as if he was in trouble with her.

Later at home, they were laughing about it again, but Cindy seemed to try to get more serious about it. She stood in front of him as he sat at the kitchen table. She put her hands on her hips and shook her head as if she couldn't believe what had happened. Though she tried not to, a smile stayed on her face as she tried to chastise him.

"Young man, I still can't believe you did that."

"Oh c'mon," he cooed back to her. "You really don't mind that. Tell the truth." He looked right at her with a wicked smile that stopped her.

"Alex, listen. I've probably been a little too relaxed or casual with you. We have to behave. We need to do as we should." She looked at him almost pleadingly.

Alex kept smiling at her. A moment passed and she couldn't help herself. She grinned back at him. He stood up so that they were facing each other, and she seemed to flinch at his standing up to her and now being close to her. She looked up into his eyes as things were quiet for a moment.

Cindy softly spoke as they looked into each others eyes.

"I'm going upstairs."

Alex waited and let what she had said sink in, wondering what she felt.

Alex went upstairs and went slowly to the door of her room. Cindy stood in front of her mirror and Alex waited at the side watching. Just as before, Cindy untucked her blouse from her pants. Her fingers slowly plucked at the buttons down the front releasing the sides of the blouse to hang loosely by her sides.

Alex took this as the cue he needed, and he walked behind Cindy so that he was directly behind her but actually at the side of her bed, facing her direction but seeming as though he was about to sit on the bed.

Cindy turned to him, and he could tell her breathing was heavy. Alex reached to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. Alex watched her eyes survey his chest and then she watched as he brought his hands to his jeans to watch him undo them for a second time today.

He kicked off his sandals and looked at her as he slid the jeans down his legs, stepping out of them. He took his time to stand straight up, facing her. He felt himself throb as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the boxer-briefs. They inched down his hips and she could see his black pubic hair and the base of his shaft.

"No!" She urged him. "We can't do this."

He paused looking back at her eyes as she continued to breathe heavily. He looked at her as if to reconsider.

As he paused, her eyes looked down to his crotch. Immediately, he knew---she didn't keep looking at his eyes, she didn't look away, and she didn't walk out. And, she still looked. Stared at him almost naked before her.

His hands worked on down and his cock sprung up as stepped out of the underwear. He let his hands go to his sides. She stared at his manhood fully erect and admired him. She stepped to him and looked up at him almost as if for help.

Alex pulled her blouse off her shoulders to where her now ample breasts were confined only by her bra and exposed to him. The bra couldn't hide the outlines of hard large nipples that waited underneath. Unlike last night when Cindy was comfortably moving about the room semi-exposed, she now trembled and seemed frightened at what was taking place. Alex sat on the bed and pulled her pants down as she steadied herself at his broad shoulders.

Cindy looked down between them and noticed Alex's cock twitch when her thin beige panties were exposed to his gaze. Alex paused looking at her right in front of him and she continued to noticeably tremble at the realization of what was happening. Alex looked at her, beautiful and very sexual as her nipples protruded at the bra cups and her hips slightly swayed as she stood for him, in front of him. Small curls of the blondish brown pubic hair poked out from the sides of the panties. Alex took her hands in his in almost a reaasuring kind of way. She squeezed at his hands. 

Then, Alex did something that took her off guard. Alex's hands left her's, and he eased backward, scooting himself up the bed until he was fully laid out on his back in front of where she stood. His long legs were closest to her and his erect cock jutted out over his stomach. He let his arms rest up beside his head so that the effect was that he was laying there exposed for her.

She looked at him there and looked to his eyes. He said nothing. She looked back to his cock. Her arms went behind her back to the clasp of her bra. The cups fell from her, and her full breasts bounced free. Hard brown nipples pointed out level toward Alex and he felt a surge rush through him. He looked down and she was pulling off the thin panties he had held his face close to just moments before. Now, the strip of hair seemed more blatant as otherwise smooth skin was all that was at her mound.




The Talk



It was Alex that was now breathing out loud as he watched her move toward him. He finally realized she was crawling onto the bed. She got to where her hands and knees were on the bed and to his sides. She moved to where her knees were just past his hips and her hands were extended just above his shoulders. Alex couldn't believe she had moved herself atop of him.

Cindy lingered above him until he brought his eyes back to her's. When she was sure she had his attention, she rested her weight on her left arm and moved her right arm to where it was crossing down between them. She kept looking at him, and he kept her gaze, her eyes looking as deliberate and unwavering as ever.

Alex gasped out loud when he felt her hand wrap around his shaft. She pulled up a little so that he was more accessible to her. She kept him in her hand a moment, her body perched above him.

"Alex, I want you to look in my eyes, okay baby?" 

"Yeah," his voice ragged.

Her body shifted back gently and he immediately felt wetness at his head there. Her lips splayed over his head and enveloped him, but he seemed to lodge there at first. 

"UNNHHH," he exclaimed as he realized he was just inside her and she was wet for him. Her eyes widened back at him. She rotated her hips just so slightly.

"Yeah. ..." She was panting.

"Is this what you want?" She was arching her eyes, lovingly and as if checking one last time.

"Yyeessss," he moaned to her, and before he could finish she was pushing down on him, taking more of him inside her.

"OOOOOoooooo," Alex moaned louder and Cindy grunted from her throat. They held each other's look, but Cindy's eyes were narrower as she tried to be still and adjust to him.

Cindy waited to get a little used to his thickness, as she remembered she had not had a man in some time. Her lips clenched at his shaft as he was about halfway inside. She removed her arm from between them and balanced herself over him. He had his hands at her hips, holding her.

They were both panting, and she started rocking on him. The short strokes she made against him did seem to loosen her, but her lips still clung to him when she moved up. For a brief moment she worried about him hurting her if she went too hard, but as she took more of him she relaxed and let herself slide on down, feeling him penetrate deeper. 

She tilted her head to one side and her mouth formed a large oval, as Alex realized she was about to orgasm on him. She shook and a cry came from her throat, as she pushed all the way back against him and sat impaled on him. He felt her spasm and he ground his hips to hers, causing her head to go back. He lifted her at her hips, and then moved her down completely on him again fully filling her.

"AAAAAaaaaaaaa," she screamed. "AAAAaaaaaaa."



The Talk



Standing on the platform eagerly waiting for the train to come was Adithya.  He kept looking at his watch and found it reading 3 minutes to 6 p.m. He was getting impatient as the train carrying his mother was destined to reach at 6.  

Adithya looked forward to meet his mother who was joining him as his wife Rashmi had gone to her mother's house for the first time after marriage.  He stood with abated breath waiting for the train to come and when he heard the shrill whistle of the train he was relieved.

Adithya was pleased when he saw his mother alight.  It was almost 8 months since he had last seen her and today his joy knew no bounds when he hugged his mother and welcomed her.

Nanda a cherubic woman in her early forties was enchanted to see her son after a long time and seeing him her eyes were filled.

Adithya carrying her luggage escorted her to his car and soon they reached his apartment.  Nanda was pleased to see her son who in a span of 8 months had done wonders and was well settled in his life.

After having a look at the plush decorations of his flat, stacked with rich carpeting and exquisite furniture, looked upon his son and said "you seem to be doing well."

"Yes, these are gifted by the company" he replied.

"And the car" she asked?

"That is my own" he replied proudly.

"What did you do to get all this. Did any of your boss's daughters fell for your charms?" she asked him teasingly.

"No. My boss does not have any daughters" he replied. 

"Then how did you posses all this" she asked smilingly while her eyes roamed again on the interiors.

"It's because, my Boss fell for my charms" he replied.

"How come" she said somewhat perplexed by his answer?

"Because she is a charming woman like you" he replied.

"I know how charming he is" she replied knowing very well that he was joking.

"Then why did you ask" he said.

"I wanted to see whether you have changed" she replied.

"Have I changed" he questioned her back?

"No, you have not. But I had a doubt" she replied.  

"What doubt had you in mind" he asked.

"Being newly married, having a beautiful wife, well settled in life. I thought all this might have changed you" she replied.

"Nothing can change me.  You know me" he said.

"Yes, I know you and I am happy that you have not changed. Tell me how is Rashmi" she asked enquiring about her daughter. 

"Oh! She is fine" he replied.

"Missing her" she asked looking at his face. 

"A little" he replied coyly.

"Only a little" she asked him quizzically.

"No I miss her a lot but now that you are here the things will change" he replied.

"How will they change" she asked.

"I will have your company till she returns" he replied shyly.

"You mean you will keep me only till she comes back" she asked.

"No, it's not that.  You can stay here forever" he replied.

"But, I have come only for a short duration" she replied.

"Why don't you stay here itself Mom" he said.

"For how long" she asked?

"Forever" he replied.

"What about the farm. Who will take care of it" she said?

"Give it for lease or sell it" he replied.

"And?"

"And you can stay here" he replied.

"Till Rashmi comes back" she asked humorously.

"No Mom, not only till she returns but for ever" he said.

"Will you bear all my expenses" she asked?

"I will" he replied enthusiastically.

"Think again, I am spendthrift" she said.

"You just have to say and I will get it for you" he replied.

"Are you so sure" she asked.

"I am positive" he replied.

"We will see" saying this she went looking into other rooms and was pleased to see them equally well furnished. Finally when they stepped into his bedroom she was surprised to see a huge cot laid in the middle of the room with rich coverings and mirrors fixed at different angles. Seeing her own reflections in the mirrors she turned to face him and said "it's enchanting."

"If you like it you can use it" he said.

"I love it" saying this she laid down on the cot.

It was when his mother in her enthusiasm relaxed on the cot her sari slipped exposing her midriff. Adithya turned his face from looking at her bare body but whichever direction he turned her reflection was there in the mirror.

Adithya shied and felt embarrassed to stand in front of her and as his mother saw the reason for his discomfort, she quickly pulled her sari up and set it right. 

Getting up she went to the kitchen and as she was rummaging through the utensils she heard her son "have a wash, we will dine out."

Pleased with it she excused herself and went in to change.

Adithya took his mother to one of the nearby restaurant as he felt his mother would be tired from the journey and when they arrived back to the flat he heard his mother say "don't you have any better restaurants?"

"We do have and tomorrow you shall visit one, now take rest. You seem to be tired" he replied.

"Yes, I am famished" she replied.

"Then why don't you go in" he said looking at the master bedroom.

"You don't mind me occupying it" she asked earnestly.

"No, I don't" he replied.

Nanda carrying her baggage went inside and after putting on her night gown as she lay on the enormous bed she felt a soothing effect. Her body felt relaxed and soon she was fast asleep.

The next morning as she woke up she was pleased to find herself in the new surroundings.  After having a refreshing bath when she came in to dress up, she stood gazing at her own figure in the mirror.  Looking at the reflection of her naked figure in the mirror she felt her body warm up.

She stood admiring her own figure. Turning to right and left, she stole a fleeting glance of her own curves and felt the age had not caught up with her body.  Her body was well proportioned and she had plenty of youth still remaining in her.

As this sight had a soothing effect she started to dress up slowly, while her eyes roamed over her body. After finishing dressing up she walked out of the room light heartedly.

When Nanda came she did not see Adithya. He was still sleeping as the previous night the vision of his mother had tormented him. However hard he tried to shake the image of his mother lying on the cot with her waist exposed he could not succeed. It was lingering on his mind and at that instance he badly missed his wife.

Nanda took to preparing the breakfast and when she was through it she saw him coming.

A tried Adithya on approaching his mother asked "did you sleep well."

"Yes and I see you did not. Are you missing Rashmi" she asked.

"Yes" he replied impulsively and then shook his head.

"I know, I can understand" she said trying to soothe him.

"It's not that. I could not sleep for sometime, that's all" he replied.

"Why, what bothered you" she asked?

"I had vague dreams" he said as he could not reveal the facts.

"Can you tell me about them" she asked.

"I will, but not now" he replied.

"Okay, come have your breakfast" she said.

Sitting at the dining table close to his mother, Adithya looked straight into her face. His mother looked beautiful.  He was seeing her from a different point of view. Her charming face brought much relief to him.  Gradually the fatigue gave way and he felt refreshed as he kept staring at her.

Seeing him staring Nanda smiled and asked "what's up. Have I changed?"

"No, you have not changed but you look charming" he replied.

"Charming?  Are you sure you are addressing me or do you have anyone in mind" she asked.

"Who can be more charming than you" he replied.

"Don't forget your wife" she replied.

"She is no match for you" he replied.

"You are lucky as she is not here, otherwise you had it" she said.

"Why? I am not sacred of her and moreover it is a fact that you are more charming" he said.

"Why do you find me charming? Because I am your mother" she asked?

"No, more than being my mother you are a charming woman" he replied.

"So you are seeing me like a woman and not as your mother" she asked?

"Yes, that's true" he replied.

"That's good and I accept your compliments. But tell me how different I am from others" she asked.

"Well you have a lovely face and you look attractive in every respect" he replied eyeing her figure and commenting on it.

"Do I look attractive in this dress" she asked looking at the old sari she had wrapped around?

"Yes" he replied.

"Then I may look better in some of the rich saris" she said.

"I think you would look gorgeous" he said.

"But I don't have any rich sari to wear" she replied.

"We will buy a few" he said.

"Why? Do you want me to look more charming" she spoke softly.

"Yes, that's it.  I want you to be well dressed" he said.

"Well dressed or look gorgeous" she asked?

"Both" he replied shyly.

"Then you may have to spend your hard earned money in buying me a few saris" she said.

"I will take you for shopping after I return," saying it he left for office.

Nanda was delighted to hear his words and as evening approached she went up to his bedroom.  There she started rummaging her suitcase and came out with a golden color silk sari.  She had brought it for special occasion.

Holding the sari over her as she looked at her reflection she again felt warm sensations engulf her body and as she turned, her gaze fell upon the wardrobe which was slightly ajar. 

Curiously as she opened it she found it stacked with her daughters clothes.  On impulse, as she pulled the small drawers she found a variety of inner garments which dazzled her.  She pulled out a brassiere and holding it in her hand she felt a desire to try it on.

Removing her blouse and bra as she put on her daughters brassiere she found them snuggling her breasts and show them prominently. Looking at herself in the mirror she felt as though she was a teenager.  Without removing it she put on her other clothes.

Soon her son came home and when he asked her to dress up to go out she eagerly went into the room and came out wearing the golden yellow sari.  

Adithya was pleased to see her decked in the rich sari and when they went out to the shopping mall and saw other men eying his mother, he felt proud to be her escort. 

After finishing their shopping Adithya took his mother to a posh restaurant.  While they were having their dinner as his mother bent forward to pick up a glass of water, her sari slipped allowing Adithya to have a look at the top of swollen breasts popping out. Looking at the top of her breasts Adithya could not stop staring at her chest.

Nanda saw him looking at the exposed part of her chest. His staring ignited her body and when he did not pull off his eyes from it, she slowly sat upright pulling her sari back on her chest. She felt delighted to see him staring at her rather than shying away.  This prompted her to smile at him when she sat straight.

Looking at his mother's smiling face Adithya got encouraged by it and the whole of the evening he was waiting to catch another glimpse of it which did not materialize.

Nanda read his mind and felt happy that she had succeeded in drawing his attention to her bosom. When they finished their dinner she extended her hand and Adithya very fondly held it as they walked out of the restaurant.

On reaching home as both of them sat on the sofa Nanda turned to her son and said "thanks."

"What for" asked Adithya.

"For the great treat" she replied.

"On the other hand, I should thank you" he replied.

Now it was her turn to ask "what for."

"For giving me wonderful company" he replied.

"Were you happy" she asked?

"Yes, I was delighted to escort a charming lady" he replied.

"Are you sure?  Did you not feel bored up to be with an old woman" she asked.

"Who said you are old.  You were as charming as anyone could hope for" he replied.

"I am flattered. Tell me why did you insist on me guying the pink sari" she asked?

"Because I felt it would look good on you. Don't you like it" he asked.

"Yes it is lovely but I felt as it is very thin it may show off . . . . " she did not complete the sentence.

"No, it is not that transparent.  You should see some of the saris Rashmi wears" he said.

"Ah, yes, today I peeped into her wardrobe.  She has a fantastic collection" she said.

"You are welcome to use any of her saris" he replied.

"Don't you mind?" she asked smilingly.

"No, not at all, feel free to use anything" he replied.

"Do you know?  I have already used one of her garments" she replied and instinctively felt that she should not have said it.

"Is it, I don't see anything. What have you taken" he asked looking at her.

Nanda felt she was cornered and as she had to answer him said "I used one of her brassiere."

"Which one?  I usually pick them for her" he replied.

"The skin colored one" she replied shyly.

"She has many skin colored ones, can I see it" he asked.

Hearing those words Nanda felt a hot current rush up her spine and as she felt she had to answer him said "well if you want to I can reveal it to you but first you should promise me one thing."

"What?" asked Adithya getting anxious?

"That you would consider me like a friend and not like a mother" she said.

"Have I not treated you like a friend? Was it not resolved earlier?" he put back the question to her.

"Yes, but still I need some assurance" she replied.

"You have it" he replied getting bolder.

"Okay. This one" saying this she slowly slid the top of her sari and putting a hand inside her blouse drew the top of the cup of her bra for him to see.

Adithya was delighted when his mother pushed her sari down and when she put her hand inside her blouse and drew out the top of her bra he felt aroused.  He leaned forward to have a better look and said "does it fit you."

"It's a little tight but manageable" she said as she pushed it back.

"What size is yours" he asked?

"Why?" his mother asked pleased with his question.

"So that I can pick up some for you" he replied.

"Will you do that for me" she asked a little surprised.

"Yes, I will pick them up tomorrow" he replied.

"What size is this" she asked playfully.

'Its 32 and yours?" asked Adithya softly.

"Mine is 34" said his mother taking a deep breath.

"Which color do you fancy" he asked her.

Hearing this she blushed and said "anything which you prefer."

"Then can I see you wear them" he asked.

This questioned shocked her.  She was unable to answer him back.  She thought for a few seconds and asked "do you want to?"

"Yes, I do and that is the reason why I pick up for Rashmi" he said.

"What else do you pick up for her" she asked getting excited.

"All that I fancy" he replied.

"And she likes them" she asked?

"She likes them and moreover . . . . ." he did not complete the sentence.

"Yes, what" she asked getting impatient?

"She puts them on for me" he replied.

"Is it? Do you want me to wear them for you" she asked.

"Yes, if you don't mind" he uttered the words softly.

"And show them to you" she asked naughtily.

"Yes, that's the point" he replied.

"What there's for me" she asked?

"You will own them" he replied.

"Ah, as I own them you will take a look. A great idea indeed" she said teasingly.

"I will take you for a treat" he replied.

"No I don't need any of your treats" she shot back.

"Then what do you want" he asked getting closer.

"Me?"

"Yes"

"I don't know what I want.  As I have come here I feel I am bound to take care of you" she said this to herself.

"What" asked Adithya?

"Nothing" she said getting up.

"Mom" called Adithya.

Looking back she said "yes."

"Can you wear that one" he asked?

"Which one" she asked getting rooted to the spot knowing very well what he wanted her to wear?

"The sari which I bought you" he replied.

"Pink one" she asked?

"Yes, the pink one" he said getting thrilled at the prospect of seeing her in it.

"If you want to" she said.

"Yes, I want you to wear it" he replied.

"Right now" she asked?

"Yes, right now" he replied taking a deep breath.

"Are you are not getting impatient" saying this she went into the room.

Adithya waited patiently for his mother to come back and when she did after 5 minutes he was thrilled to see her and said "you look gorgeous Mom."

"Are you telling me the truth" she asked lifting her eye brows.

"Yes, I am speaking the truth" he said as his eyes roamed over her.

"Are you pleased" she asked.

"Yes" hissed Adithya.

"I can see it, but I am feeling ashamed" she replied.

"Why, what for" he asked?

"To stand before you draped in this thin sari" she said.

"What's there to feel ashamed of" he asked her.

"I feel . . ." she said.

Getting to know her meaning he said "No you are not."

"Is this the way you both play games" she asked?

"Sometimes" he replied.

"And other times" she asked?

"Mama, I cannot answer that" he said.

"Why" she asked coming closer.

"Because I cannot reveal it to my mother" he replied.

"Don't forget what we resolved earlier. At present you are not talking with your mother" she said.

"I am sorry, I had forgotten it" he replied.

"Then tell me" she insisted.

"Well, usually I pick clothes which fancy me and she wears them for me" he replied.

"And wearing them she parades in front of you" she asked?

"Yes, it's like that" he replied.

"And you sit there watching" she asked?

"Yes, I love watching" he replied.

"Does she remove all her clothes" she asked?

"Sometimes she does and sometimes I comply" he replied.

"Are you missing her" she asked?

"No, not now" he replied.

"Why, because I am here" she asked?

"Yes, because you are here" he replied.

"But I cannot do what she does" she said.

"I know it but I am happy with what you have done so far" he said.

"And what is that" she asked?

"You have worn the sari which I bought" he replied.

"And"

"And you showed me your bra"

"And"

'And I had a glimpse of your swollen chest in the restaurant" he said.

"Yes, I saw you staring at my bosom in the restaurant. What else did you see" she asked.

"Nothing more" he replied.

"Did you forget what you saw yesterday" she asked?

"What did I see" he asked a little confused.

"You saw my bare belly" she replied.

"Ah! That is nothing. Now I can see more than what I saw yesterday" he said as his eyes took to her waistline.

"And that is why you made me wear this thin sari" she asked?

"Yes, I wanted to see you in it" he replied.

"Because it reveals a lot" she asked.

"Yes, it shows off your features to the maximum" he said.

"And you take pleasure in viewing it" she said.

"Yes and I am honored to watch you clad in that sari" he replied.

"You know very well how to impress a woman" she said.

"Are you impressed by my words" he asked her?

"Then what do you think prompted me to wear this sari" she asked.

"I am delighted to hear it" he replied.

"You ought to be" she replied.

"You have a gorgeous figure" he said.

"Do you say that to every woman" she asked.

"Only those who pose for me" he replied.

"Oh! You think I am gorgeous just because I am posing for you" she asked?

"No, not just because of it but you do posses a gorgeous figure" he replied.

"What's so gorgeous about me" she asked as her eyes took to her body.

"Well, you are tall. You have a beautiful face, dark eyes, rosy cheeks and pouting lips" he said.

"Do you call a woman gorgeous if she is tall, with dark eyes, rosy cheeks and pouting lips" she asked?

"No"

"Then whom do you call gorgeous" she asked?

"For the one who has a good looking bosom, a deep curvaceous waistline, well rounded buttocks, and long slender thighs" he replied.

"And you find all those features in me" she asked getting thrilled.

"Yes and more of it" he replied.




The Talk



"And that is the reason you want to see me draped in this sari" she asked?

"No.  Now I want to see you without your sari" he replied.

Hearing it Nanda lifted her eyebrows and said "do you think I will remove it for you" she asked?

"I hope you will" he replied.

"You have high hopes" she said.

"I have high hopes because I feel that you will oblige me" he said.

"Do you fancy me" she asked?

"Yes, I fancy you and would love to see you without your sari" he replied.

"Do I have to remove it or will you do it" she asked?

"No, remove it" he said.

"How you do want me to remove it?  Slowly, sensually or discard it fast" she asked.

"Try to be as sensual as possible" he said.

"You mean go slow, reveal each part of my body step by step" she asked?

"Yes, that's it" he said and moved to the edge of the sofa to have a better look.

Nanda, holding the edge of her sari brought it down over her chest and when the top of her breasts were exposed she said "do you see anything."

"Yes, I can see the top of your bosom" he replied.

"How does it look" she asked.

"Marvelous" he replied.

"Want to see more" she asked?

"I am dying for it" he replied.

"Can you see my bosom now" she said as she drew her sari down.

"Yes, you have a swell bosom" he replied.

"Better than your wife's" she asked.

"Yes, they are fully endowed" he replied.

"You mean they are bigger than hers" she asked.

"Yes by two inches" he replied.

"When did you measure them" she asked.

"I did not measure them. It's visible and moreover you said you use 34 size bra" he replied.

"Oh! Yes I told you. Shall I drop this down" she asked holding the sari.

"Yes, please" he replied.

"And allow you to see my bare waist' she asked.

"Yes, that's the part I want to see very badly" he replied.

"Does it make you go crazy looking at it" she questioned him?

"Yes, that is the best part of a woman's anatomy and it makes one go crazy" he replied.

"And you want to see it and go crazy seeing it" she asked.

"Yes, yes" he replied as he saw his mother slip the sari out of her hands.

"Happy" she asked seeing his eyes pop out of their sockets.

"You have a lovely waist.  Your belly is gorgeous. You are well built and the figure just below your belly is ravishing to look at" he replied.

"What about my legs" she asked?

"I will come to it after viewing below your waistline" he replied.

"What do you see there" she asked as she started trembling with pleasure.

"The most alluring thing a woman possesses" he said.

"And what is that" she asked as she started to cream out.

"The area below your tummy which is curved in and ending where your legs meet is tantalizing to see" he said.

"Even though it is covered" she asked?

"Yes, even though it is covered. It looks more magnificent translucent than being left bare" he replied.

"Why is it so" she asked.

"Because it tantalizes you before you see it bare" he replied.

"And what happens after you see it bare.  Does it not tantalize you anymore" she asked.

"Once if it is laid bare then your eyes will not have any thing more to visualize and hope for" he replied.

"What are your eyes dreaming of" she asked?

"To see one of the most sacred part a woman possesses" he replied.

"So you call it a sacred part and what do you call this" she asked as her hands fondled her breasts.

"Well it is not so sacred, as nowadays it is a common sight" he replied.

"So you have seen women go top less" she said.

"I had the pleasure when I took the trip to the West" he replied.

'Then you don't intend to see them" she said cupping her breasts.

"Who said so" he asked.

"I thought that's what you meant just now" she replied.

"No, they are different" he replied.

"And how is that" she asked.

"Your wheatish complexion, your Asian heritage, makes all the difference" he replied.

"So you want see them" she asked.

"Yes of course" he shot back.

"But I did not say that I would be revealing them" she said.

"I know but I hoped you do so" he replied knowing very well that the show was coming to an end.

"You always hope for the best," saying this she pulled out her tucked sari and let it drop down thinking that the show had come to an end.

That was the grave mistake which Nanda committed.  As soon as the sari fell, unknowingly she had let Adithya see the wet patch on her petticoat. Her petticoat had stained as she had climaxed a few moments ago and she had forgotten that she had left behind a tell tale sign.

Adithya jumped out of his seat when he saw the wet patch on his mother's petticoat.    Though he had thought his mother was enjoying the show, he had never considered that she would have climaxed.  This took the wind out of him and he leaned forward to have a closer look.

Nanda saw him change his stance and when she saw his eyes were glued and unmoving, she followed his gaze and was shell shocked to see the wet patch on her petticoat.  She stood wondering what she had done and how foolish she was. As she bent down to collect her sari to hide the wet spot, she saw him getting up.

As she looked at him approaching she was astonished to hear him say "drop it, let me continue from where you left."

"What" she said trembling a little?

"I have yet to see your back" he said moving behind her.

"What's there to see" she said trying to stall him.

"I have not seen your back yet" he said gripping her shoulders.

"Is it necessary? Are you not satisfied with what you saw" she said trying hard to stop him.

"Your back is exquisite" he replied as he pushed her hair aside and baring her back, started caressing it.

Nanda's body trembled as she felt his hands on her bare back and regaining her composure she said "have you finished looking."

"No I have just started" saying this he brought his lips on the nape of her neck and kissed it.

It was then that Nanda realized that she was helpless.  She knew it was out of her reach to stop him and when she felt his lips on her back her body started to warm up to it.  Throwing all caution to the wind she said "how does my back look."

"Its alluring but your blouse is covering too much" he said.

Hearing it she said "how sad."

"Yes, it is very sad" saying this he brought his hand on her blouse and started pushing the thin material down.

Feeling the pressure of his hand on the blouse and knowing very well that the material would be shred to pieces she said "do you think what you are doing is necessary."


"Why? What will happen" he asked exerting more pressure.

"The blouse will be shred to pieces" she replied.

"What shall I do to have a look" he asked getting thrilled by her words.

"The hooks are in front" she replied softly. 

"Is it" saying this he brought his hands in front and clasped her blouse over her breasts.

As Adithya brought his hands over her bosom Nanda leaned her body on his and moaned.

"Are you comfortable" he asked as he felt his mother leaning over his body.

"Yes" she replied nuzzling closer and took a deep breath which made her breasts swell forward.

Adithya taking hold of the flaps of her blouse started to unhook her blouse slowly and when he unhooked the last, nuzzling his face on the nape of her neck said "lift your hands and allow me to discard it."

Nanda obliged and when Adithya removed her blouse and started to caress her breasts, she placed her hands on his head and drawing him closer said "what are your hands feeling."

"The most gorgeous mounds" he replied.

"Is it a fact or are you just telling it to please me" she asked.

"Believe me, they are full and marvelous to feel at" he said as he squeezed them gently.

"And you love fondling them" she asked.

"Yes I love fondling them" he said as he cupped her breasts in both his hands.

"Are you enjoying yourself doing it" she asked.

"As if you are not enjoying'" he said.

"How do you know I am enjoying" she asked?

"Because your nipples are erect" he said squeezing them.

"Is it a sign of a woman's arousal" she asked.

"Yes it is a sure sign of a woman's arousal as this is of a man" saying this he pushed his erect cock on her back.

"That surely is aroused" she replied as she felt his hard cock on her back.

"Yes, it is" saying this he made her turn and took a few steps to reach the corner of the room.

"What did you do that for" she asked.

"See for yourself," saying this he pushed aside the curtain in front of them and revealed a full length mirror.

As Adithya pushed the curtain, Nanda saw the reflection of her seminude body and Adithya's hands caressing her breasts. Seeing his face lodged on her shoulders she felt ecstatic. Trembling with desire she asked "Is this another trick you play with." 

"Yes" he replied.

"Why is it necessary" she asked?

"Because standing back I can have a look at the body and guide my hands to the spot I want and besides can also view what my hands are feeling" he said looking at her face in the mirror.

"I see your point" she said when she saw him eyeing at the reflection and pushing the bra out exposing her breasts.

"Yes, this is the best way to look at a woman's body" he replied.

"Don't you think you would have had a better look discarding the bra" she asked.

"No, as I have told you I don't like to fully denude a woman" he replied nuzzling his face on hers, kissing her cheeks and searching for her lips.

"And now what are your lips searching for" she asked biting her lips in anticipation of a kiss.

"They are searching your pouting lips" brought one of his hands and turned her face.

"Do you want to kiss me" she asked turning her face towards his?

"No I want you to kiss me" he said opening his mouth.

"On your lips" she asked?

"No on my mouth" he said.

"Oh! You are a baby" saying this Nanda opened her mouth and kissed him passionately.

As his mother kissed him, Adithya tightened his grip over her and smacking his mouth hard on her soft lips he raped her mouth with his tongue.

Nanda's body sizzled as she felt his lips and tongue marauding her mouth. Holding him tightly she reciprocated by pushing her tongue inside his mouth and as her tongue invaded it she creamed again.

When they drew their mouths apart Nanda wetting her lips said "I have never been kissed like that."

"Did you not like it" he asked.

"Like it? It made me cum" she replied hiding her face on his shoulders.

"Mine is also throbbing and ready to shoot" he replied embedding his cock on her fleshy back.

On feeling his hard cock throbbing on her back she asked, "What do you want me to do to make it shoot?" 

"First let my eyes feast on yours" he said lifting her face up and looking into her eyes.

Hearing those words Nanda shied away and bowing her head she asked "will seeing mine make you cum."

"Yes it will, but undress me first" he replied.

"Is it necessary" she asked looking up at his face.

"Yes, it would give some comfort to it" he replied looking down at his swollen prick.

"Is it not comfortable being lodged on my soft back" she asked wriggling her body over his manhood.

"Being held captive in the pants it is aching" he replied.

"Poor thing" saying this she started to unbutton his shirt.

Adithya was thrilled when she started to remove his shirt and he helped her in removing it.

As Nanda removed his shirt she fully turned to face him and seeing the impression of his full blown cock tenting up in his pants, she bit her lips and asked "is it huge."

"See it for yourself" said Adithya projecting his body in front of her.

"It appears enormous" saying this, Nanda gently unbuttoned his pants and holding the zipper in her hands she pulled it down.

As the pants fell on the ground Adithya stepping out of it felt relieved and looking at his mother said "it is at ease now."

"Then, don't you want me to remove this" she asked pulling the waist band of his briefs.

"Only if you desire to have a look" he replied.

"Do you think coming so close, I don't want to see it" she asked looking at his face lewdly.

"I know you are impatient to see it" he replied.

"You have read my mind" saying it she pushed his briefs down and exposing his swollen cock said, "it is massive."

"You should be proud of it" he replied.

"Why, to possess it?" she asked.

"No, because you own it" he replied as he could not say you gave birth to it.

"I know what you mean" she said holding his cock in her hand and looking at its features.

"Like it" he asked her.

"How can I say no to something which is mine" she replied.

"Yes, and now it is my turn" he said embracing her.

"To see from where it came" she let out the words in an aroused state of mind.

"Yes, from where it came" saying this he made her turn facing the mirror again.

"Do you still desire to see its reflection" she asked.

"Yes, it is my fantasy" saying this he bent down and holding the hem of her petticoat he started to raise it slowly.

As Adithya took hold of her petticoat, Nanda went up on her toes and nudged his erect on her buttocks.

Adithya feeling his cock embed between her soft buttocks felt ecstatic.  He suddenly pushed his hand inside her petticoat and gripped her thighs hard.

Nanda moaned as his bare hands invaded her inner thighs.  Wriggling her buttocks on his erect cock her body went in raptures.

Adithya's cock was throbbing. He felt any moment he was going to blow.  Gripping his mothers thighs strongly he started jabbing his cock between her buttocks. Soon his cock was on the verge of shooting and knowing he could not sustain it any longer he pushed his mother's thighs wider and lifting her petticoat up he bared his mothers buttocks and when he saw his mother's buttocks, he screamed 'Mama' and started spraying his cum on them.

Nanda was pleased to hear him utter the word 'Mama' and turning to face him she asked "did you enjoy it, Adi." 

"Yes Mama, I came before I could take a look at it," he replied.

"What made you cum dear" she asked.

"Your buttocks Mama. Thrusting my cock between your warm buttocks, I felt as if I was inside you" he replied.

"Where they so warm and soft" she asked.

"Yes Mama, they are soft and warm" he replied.

"Now can I go" she asked?

"Mama, I have yet to see yours" he replied.

'Why do you want to see it?  Has this not been satisfied" she said gripping his limp cock.

"It is but my eyes are not" he replied.

"Now is it the turn of your eyes" she asked.

"Yes Mama" he replied.

"After seeing it don't you think this one will regain its strength" she asked fondling his cock.

"Yes, it is quite obvious" he replied.

"Then will it not be its turn," she said looking at his cock which was half erect.

"Yes" he replied.

"Then will it not ask for something else. When is this going to stop" she asked?

"Not till I am famished" he replied.

"I don't think a robust guy like you will ever be famished" she said.

"You should be proud of it. Remember I am your son" he replied.

"Yes, an insatiable son" she replied.

"And you a willing mother" he said embracing her.

"Now don't take it for granted' she said hugging him.

"I won't, but give me a chance' he asked.

"And what is that, to see my pussy' she asked lewdly.

Hearing his mother utter the word pussy Adithya was aroused again.  His cock regained its strength and replying in the same tone he said 'Yes and also to slide my cock inside your pussy."

"What do you call sliding the cock inside the pussy" she asked.

"It's called fucking and I want to fuck you" he said.

"You want to fuck me, not just see my cunt" she asked.

"Yes, I want to fuck you, screw you" he replied.

"Then take me to your room" she replied.

Adithya was pleased to hear it and at once he guided his mother to his room.

As soon as they entered the room "Yes, take me my son, take me before I change my mind' saying this she embraced him.


Holding his mother tight in his arms Adithya lifted her and placed her on the cot.

Nanda's body was on fire.  She had not been fucked since years.  Her body craved for it.  She started squirming on the bed.

Adithya after putting his mother down on the cot crawled over her and taking hold of one of her legs he started kissing her heels.

Nanda lifted the other leg and caressed his erect cock with it, while all the time her body was writhing with pleasure.

As his mother lifted the other leg the petticoat slipped baring her rich thighs and seeing it Adithya immediately placed himself between them and holding both her legs he placed them over his shoulders.

This action made the petticoat to slip further down.  Adithya had a bird's view of her rich thighs.  He saw his mother's thighs which were fine tuned and glistening. 

Bending down he lifted her petticoat up to her waist.  This finally revealed her lush cunt hidden amidst thick black silky hair.  Adithya's eyes popped out when he saw his mother's cunt.  It was a sight to behold for ever.  His eyes strained gazing at the pink lips of her wet cunt and he could not draw them back.

Nanda feeling his intense gaze on her naked cunt said "is that what you wanted to see."

"Yes, I always dreamt that I could see your cunt" he replied.

"How does my cunt look? Is it any better than Rashmi's" she asked?

"Rashmi does not have such a gorgeous cunt and this, this looks heavenly" he said as his fingers groped her pubic hair.

"Does she not have hair over her cunt" she asked?

"She has a little but not so thick and silky like yours" he replied.

"Do you like to see a hairy pussy" she asked?

"Yes, I love to see a hairy pussy and also hairy under arms" replied.

"You mean this" she asked lifting her arms and exposing her armpits.

"Yes, they look exquisite" he said putting his hands across her arms and leaning his body over hers and facing her.

Nanda was delighted to feel his heavy body crush over hers.  Holding his face in her hands she asked "tell me about Rashmi."

"What do you want to hear about her" he asked brushing her hair from her face.

'Tell me what she likes to do in bed" she asked.

"First she entices me by a scintillating dance where in she discards her clothes" he replied.

"Then she undresses me, mostly using her teeth to unhook or unzip my clothes" he said.

"She uses her mouth a lot" she asked.

"Yes whenever my cock goes limp she sucks it till I regain" he replied.

"So she sucks your cock.  Do you reciprocate" she asked.

"Yes, I love the scent of her cunt and I go crazy kissing it" he replied.

"So you kiss her pussy" she asked? 

"Yes"

"And like it too" she said.

"Yes, I love doing it" he replied.

"You love doing it" she asked again.

"Yes, why" he asked looking at her face.

"I just asked" she replied.

"Do you like being kissed there" he asked his mother.

"Is it a question to ask?  Everywoman loves being kissed there" she replied.

"And you are no different" he said.

"How can I be" she replied.

"Do you want me to do it for you" he asked looking directly into her eyes.

"If it does not offend you going down on your mother" she replied.

"Will you reciprocate the same" he asked.

"I would not mind taking him in my mouth" she replied.

"Right now" he asked?

"Yes, right now I want him in my mouth" she said.

Hearing it Adithya straddled his mother's chest and holding his erect cock in his hand said "Mama I wanted to ask you to suck my cock from the beginning."

"Then why did you not do it" she said taking hold of his cock in her hand.

"I thought you would not like doing it" he said.

"What made you think like that?  Am I not a woman?  Don't I know what a man likes? Don't I know how to please a male?" She threw him the questions as she brought his cock closer to her mouth.




The Talk



"Kiss it Mama" cried Adithya.

"Yes, yes, come closer dear," saying this she placed a few pillows below her head and taking hold of his cock she started kissing the tip of his head.

"Now take it in Mama" cried her son.

"You want him inside my mouth.  Does my son want me suck this lovely cock" saying this she opened her mouth and placing it inside her mouth she engulfed its head inside.

Adithya was ecstatic when his mother took his cock's head deep into her mouth. His body trembled and pushing his body closer to her face he asked "can I fuck your mouth Mama." 

Pulling his cock out of her mouth she asked "does Rashmi allow you to fuck her mouth."

"Yes, I usually ram it inside her mouth" he lied putting one of his fingers inside his mother's mouth and widening it.

"Show me how you do it to her" she said opening her mouth wide.

Hearing those words Adithya's cock started pulsating.  Positioning his cock right over his mother's mouth he shoved it in fully.

Nanda took his cock fully inside her mouth and bringing her hands over his buttocks she looked up at his face and nodded her head.

Adithya seeing him mother nodding his head started ramming his cock inside her mouth.

Nanda was ecstatic to feel her son's cock poke her throat and his balls hit her face. Lifting her face up she allowed him to penetrate deep inside her throat.

Adithya intensified his thrusts.  He started pounding his mother's mouth with his cock and soon felt he was on the verge of coming.  "Mama it is great" he cried.

Pulling out his cock from her mouth and holding its saliva filled head she asked "is he going to shoot."

"Yes Mama, put it back in your mouth" he cried.

"I want him to shoot on my face" she replied.

"Then give it some more licks and he will be ready" he shouted.

"Yes, yes" saying this she again took his cock inside her mouth and started licking its head with her tongue.

Adithya could not control any longer.  Giving it a final push inside her mouth he removed it out and positioning it on his mother's face he shot his cum over it.

Nanda felt his cock spraying his hot cum over her face and when he was coming to an end she directed his spray inside her mouth and lapped it with her tongue.

Adithya felt exhausted by his spent. He had shot a thick load of cum, much larger than the previous one.  He slowly slid down from his mother's body and gripping her he laid his head upon her bosom and rested.

Nanda embraced him in her arms and seeing that he was tired allowed him to rest.  It was when she felt the desire to pee; she pushed him aside and went inside the bathroom.

As she came out of the bathroom she saw her son lying on the bed resting his head on a stack of pillows and waiting for her and as soon as she came near him he pulled her up on to him.

Nanda on being drawn up his body now faced him and looking at his smiling face said "so you had a good time inside my mouth."

"Yes, my cock felt wonderful inside your warm saliva filled mouth" he replied.

"I am proud that my mouth was of some use to your cock" she replied.

"Not only your mouth but you should be proud of your whole body" he replied.

"Do I possess such a body" she asked looking down.

"Yes" he replied pulling her up.

"Now what" she asked?

"Stand up" he commanded.

Nanda was mystified to hear this. Putting each foot on either side of his body she stood up on the cot.

Adithya lifting both his hands started rolling up her petticoat and when it reached over her buttocks he brought one of his hands over her moist cunt and said "bring this on my face." 

Nanda was delighted to hear this. Spreading her legs a little she slowly positioned her cunt down on his face.

As Nanda came down she felt her son nuzzling his mouth over her bushy cunt. This sent wild desires up her body and as he continued separating her pubic hair from her cunt lips she held the frame of the cot and pushed her cunt on to his mouth and screamed "kiss it Adi."

Adithya went wild on inhaling the musky smell of his mother's cunt.  It invigorated him and soon felt his cock regaining its strength.  Bringing his hands over his mother's lush buttocks he held them tightly and drawing her cunt closer to his mouth he kissed it hard.

Nanda started gyrating her cunt over his mouth and when she felt him open his mouth she smacked her cunt hard on his mouth.  Adithya on feeling his mother's cunt over his mouth slid out his tongue and started lapping her cunt lips.  Nanda was ecstatic.  Her body started convulsing and as her son pushed his tongue inside her cunt, she again smacked her cunt lips on his lips.

This brought her to orgasm. Holding the bedpost tightly she started lashing her cunt on his face.  This made her pulsating cunt to open up and feeling his face nuzzled inside she creamed out.

Adithya felt her juices flow from her cunt.  He started lapping at it and when the flow subsided he felt his mother relaxing.  Pushing her down on the bed he straddled on his mother's thighs and looking at the pink slit of his mother's cunt open to his gaze he took hold of his erect cock in his hand.

Nanda seeing his cock erect again was surprised. "What made it to get aroused so soon" she asked.

"It was the musky aroma of your beautiful dripping cunt" he replied.

"Now is it the turn of my body odor to make you aroused" she asked?

"Yes" he replied.

"Tell me what else arouses you" she asked.

"Just looking at you arouses me" he replied.

"I can't believe it, why is it so" she said.

"It's because you possess a ravishing body" he replied.

"What about Rashmi does it happen with her too" she asked.

"Not as much as you" he replied.

"Why is it so, does she not possess a good looking figure" she asked.

"She is more on the thinner side" he replied.

"But I was under the impression that men like her type of figure" she said.

"It only looks good but it is totally different to have a heavier body underneath you" he replied. 

"So that you get a good cushion" she asked.

"Yes, the feel of a lush body is very different" saying this he lay upon her fully.

"Feeling comfortable" she asked as he lay flat upon her.

"Yes, it is a wonderful feeling to feel a full body" saying this he embraced her fully.

"I too like a well muscled body like yours," saying this she held him tightly to her body.

"Can you feel my cock poking near your cunt" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes, what is it searching for" she asked.

"Searching for a hot opening to invade" he replied.

"Then why does he not invade it" she asked embracing him tightly.

"Guide me inside" he said.

"You are a baby" saying this she held his cock and guided it to the opening of her cunt.

"Put it inside" he said.

"Can't you do it" she asked guiding his cock head inside her cunt.

"I can but I would like you to do it to me" he replied.

"Does it give you more pleasure" she asked.

"Yes, the feel of your hand on my cock is wonderful" he said.

"There he is in, now what do you want" she asked.

"Let it be inside, let it get accustomed to its surroundings" saying this he started gyrating his cock head inside her cunt.

"Is it the way you do to Rashmi" she asked.

"No, I usually fuck her straight" he replied.

'Is hers tighter than mine" she asked.

Hearing this Adithya looked into her face. "It is a little tight but yours is very luscious" he replied poking his finger into his mother's mouth and caressing it. 

Nanda lapping his fingers said "I wish she was here."

Hearing this Adithya was surprised and asked "why?"

"If she was here then I would have got some rest" she replied.

"You mean you would have let me do this to you even if she was here" he asked getting excited at the proposition.

"Yes, I would have welcomed her company" she replied looking at him directly.

"Is it a fact? Are you sure" he asked.

"Why? don't you want her to know what you did to me" she asked.

"I have not thought of it" he replied a little puzzled.

"If I was in your place I would have let her know" she said biting his ears.

"Do you want me to tell her" he asked getting doubly aroused.

"Yes, why not, invite her" she replied. 

"Are you interested" he asked.

"Yes, I would love to watch her scintillating dance" she said.

Hearing it he was ecstatic.  His cock started throbbing.  Lifting his body a little he rammed his cock deep into his mother's cunt and said "I will, I will."

"Yes, call her," saying this she started to reciprocate his moves by thrusting her body up for deeper penetration.

Adithya started pounding his cock deep inside his mother's cunt all the time thinking Rashmi was watching the scene.  This gave him added vigor and his thrusts gained momentum.

Nanda seeing her son go ecstatic lifted her feet up giving him more room to pierce her inner labia and as he dug his cock deeper she said "when thinking about her has made you grow stronger, I wonder how it will be if she was here."

"Yes indeed it has brought a change in me. What about you" he said as he held both her feet and placing them above his shoulders he rammed his cock till it felt the rock bottom of her cunt. 

Nanda too felt his cock jabbing at the walls of her cunt. She too was on the verge of climax.  Holding him tightly she said "Yes, I want to be in her company, invite her."

Adithya feeling her thrashing her body upon his went into raptures and knowing that she wanted to be in the company of Rashmi added more to his vigor. "I will fetch her tomorrow," saying this he dug his cock deeply into her cunt and shot his cum inside her burrow.

Nanda went in raptures hearing him accept her proposition and as she felt his cock ejecting deep inside her cunt, she turned and pushing him down on the cot she lay upon him creaming again.



The Talk



I suddenly found myself in one of the most bizarre situations I had ever experienced -- naked and spread-eagled on a big table in the main conference room where I was applying for a summer job. I had been told that the Company had adopted a new criterion for screening potential male employees, and that it was my turn to be tested. As incredible as it seemed, the new criterion was defined as, "forcefulness and duration of the ejaculatory response". Apparently their human resources department had concluded that men who excelled in this area would be more likely to help the company compete. I could not believe it was legal, but I really needed the job.

My score would be determined by a panel of women who were selected to be observers. Not coincidentally, they were all younger than 35. This group occupied the seats surrounding the table. They were naked (at least from the waist up) and their breasts, which were all different shapes and sizes, were displayed for me.

Seated next to me was the official HR department representative. Her sole purpose was to provide what their personnel manual euphemistically called, "uniform penile stimulation." She looked like she was fresh out of college and was drop-dead gorgeous. She also had the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. They were firm, pointed and the perfect size to flow in a tantalizing way with the motion of her body.

"Are you ready to begin, William?" she asked softly.

"I suppose so, but I still think this is pretty bizarre."

"Yes, it is somewhat unconventional, but the evaluation is mandatory for all male applicants. I'm now going to begin the stimulation."

She grasped the head of my penis with her left hand and cupped my balls with her right. She begin to move my foreskin up and down while her other hand gently caressed my sack. Her lovely breasts put on a provocative display as she performed this "stimulation" and I noticed that her nipples were becoming undeniably erect.

"We don't get that many uncircumcised applicants," she observed, "are you experiencing any discomfort as your foreskin moves up and down?"

"No, you're doing fine." 

"As you have been told, the employees seated at this table are evaluating all of the male candidates. This approach assures that the results will be unbiased and comparable. I will continue to stimulate your genital area until your ejaculation is complete (assuming you are able to perform at this minimal level). Do you understand?"

"Yes."

My penis was now fully erect and I figured I might as well do what I could to enjoy the incredible events that were unfolding. I must admit, the variety of young breasts surrounding me was having a positive effect on my libido. 

Miss HR said, "I believe you have now obtained a complete erection so I am going to begin stroking the length of your shaft until 'completion' as specified by our manual."

Her technique was very effective and I could already feel an orgasm building in the depths of my body. I wondered if cuming quickly scored extra points or just the opposite. 

"Remember, the only criteria being assessed are how forcefully your semen is expelled and the duration of your orgasm. The latter is a crude estimate of volume but eliminates the need for us to gather your ejaculate and perform a notoriously inaccurate measurement. Time between application of the stimulation and completion is not one of the criteria you are being judged on. There is, therefore, no need to concern yourself with this parameter as you would during actual intercourse."

To my surprise I found myself getting very aroused by the circumstances. I had the feeling that my audience was going to be very impressed with my "performance". That sweet, pre-orgasmic feeling began building inside of me and I concentrated hard on suppressing it for as long as possible. I figured the longer I could hold off, the bigger my load would be.

"Ladies, please make sure you are paying close attention because I believe William is very close to the initiation point."

The HR babe was right. The feeling was getting stronger and stronger and could no longer be suppressed. I gave myself the green light and over the edge I went. Long, thick steams of semen began to shoot out of my cock. The first one landed on my chest, and the next one was even stronger. They just kept coming and coming. Six, seven, eight and still they came. There was no sign of a decrease in the volume or intensity. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. I could not stop!

"Oh my God you can stop now. You've already exceeded maximum expectations!" my stimulator cried.

"I can't!"

She was no longer stroking my penis, but my semen kept coming and coming. It was drenching the table and the onlookers were becoming hysterical. 

"Please stop! Oh my God how do I make him stop!" cried my stimulator. "Somebody make him stop!"

Covered with a cold sweat my body jerked up into a sitting position and I awoke to discover that I was alone in bed in the house where I grew up. I was there for the summer after my first year at college. It had been nothing more than a macabre dream -- or perhaps "nightmare" was a better word. It took me only a moment to realize that my penis really was erect and that I had ejaculated all over the bed.

My first thought was that my mom was sure to notice the mess I had made. It was Saturday morning, and she changed the sheets that day as regular as clockwork. My second thought was how an eighteen year-old guy could be having a wet dream. It's not like I hadn't been "relieving" myself on a regular basis. As far as I could remember, I had never had one before. What a great time to start. I thought about trying to clean up the residual pool with tissues, but it had already pretty much soaked into the white sheets. My best bet was to hope my mom didn't notice; or at least that had the decency not to say anything if she did. I decided to go down stairs and have a bowl of cereal as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately, my hopes were dashed when I heard my mom yell down the stairs.

"Can you come up here for a minute Billy?"

My mom was the only person on the planet who still insisted on calling me by my childhood name. My blood ran cold as I realized I was about to walk into one of the most embarrassing situations of my life.

"Why don't you tell me about this stain on your sheet, Billy?"

I must have turned eight shades of crimson.

"Look Hon," my mom scolded, "I'd be worried if you weren't masturbating regularly at your age, but do you think you could come up with a way to avoid making a mess in your bed? Not that it isn't kinda cute."

"Mom, you won't believe this, but I wasn't even touching myself. I had this really weird dream and when I woke up I realized I had...um, well, made kind of a mess."

"Well, Billy, nocturnal emissions are a normal part of development, but usually they occur at a much younger age. This is something I should have explained to you long ago. One thing I really regret is that I never got around to having a frank discussion with you about such things. Ever since you were little I've tried to prepare you for the changes that would occur in your body and to help you take good care of yourself. Things like feeding yourself, brushing your teeth, even wiping your bottom properly when you go to the bathroom. Well, somehow we never got around to having a serious talk about the development of your penis."

"Gee, mom, it's really OK. I mean I think I've pretty much figured out what I need to know."

"Is that so? So mister smarty pants, does that mean you've gotten intimate with a girl?"

"Well...not exactly, mom. But I know all about it."

"I'm sure you do Billy, but I'm from the old school and I hope it's beautiful for you when it happens. In my day, sexual intercourse happened the first time like this: You and a girl that you really like decide you want to get as close to each other as two people can get. You'll probably have done plenty of kissing and touching and you both will be feeling sexy and excited. New lovers usually help each other take off their clothes, and get more and more turned on as they reveal their bodies to each other. It's very likely that your penis will be hard and poking straight up into the air. If the time is right for your partner, she is likely to tell you that you have a beautiful erection and begin to touch it tentatively. When you are both ready, you will slide your erection slowly into her vagina. Depending on whether or not she has had intercourse before, she might feel a little discomfort the first time you enter her, but that is normal and won't last long. After a little while, you will both discover that it feels the best when you slide your penis in and out as you think wonderful thoughts about each other."

"God mom, do we have to talk about this, you're embarrassing me."

"I suspect you'll both be a little embarrassed too Billy, but you'll also be excited. Her nipples will be erect, just like your penis, and you'll feel the muscles of her vagina tightening around your erection. After a little more time, that lovely feeling you experience when you masturbate will gradually build. You'll automatically begin moving you penis in and out faster and faster while the feeling gets stronger and stronger until all of the sudden you'll ejaculate into her vagina. If the spurts are strong enough she might tell you how nice it was for her to feel them deep within her body. If you're lucky, she will have her own orgasm at about the same time you do. If it's a good one, her nipples will look like they are bursting and she may scream out with pleasure. Girls don't ejaculate semen, but their orgasms are just as wonderful as boys'."

I couldn't believe my mom was telling me all of this. It must have been a turn-on for her too because her nipples were noticeably poking out through her polo.

"If things go the way they're supposed to, you'll hold each other very tightly as your erection softens, and you'll relish the special closeness you are sharing. After a while, you penis will slip back outside and you can continue to snuggle as long as you want. Her vagina will be wet because it makes slippery stuff when she's aroused to help your penis slide in and out without hurting her. Depending on how much you've ejaculated, some of your semen might leak out too. It's a messy, but very special time."

My own penis was starting to swell and I was really hoping my mom didn't notice. 

"Of course, thank goodness you can masturbate until you find a girl who wants to have intercourse with you. I have never understood why some religions teach that this important part of maturation is wrong, or why some parents may tell their kids never to do it. In my mind, telling a boy (or a girl) not to masturbate is like telling a tree not to grow. It simply is not going to happen."

My heart was now pounding and although I felt like a deviate, I was really getting turned on by all this explicit talk. 

"Billy, I've got a question. I know you masturbate, but I'm curious as to how you do it. Have you experimented with different ways to play with yourself? I've heard many boys use one hand and rub their fingers up and down over the head of their penises (that's called the glans) while other boys like to stroke down the length of their shaft with one hand after the other, over and over. A book I read said that most boys discover what feels the best and use that technique for the rest of their lives. Have you figured out what feels best for you Hon?"

"God mom, I can't talk about this with you."

Well, perhaps you can tell me what you think about when you do it. Do you fantasize about things that you would never do in real life? Or are you fine with just thinking about a girl's breasts and what it would be like to touch them, and kiss her nipples. Or imagining what it would be like to put your finger inside her slippery vagina when she offers it to you, or maybe even your penis. All of those thoughts are just fine and perfectly normal. As you gain experience, your fantasies will probably become more sophisticated. I don't want you to ever feel guilty about things you fantasize about."

"OK mom, I promise I won't. Can I go now?"

"In a minute Billy but there's one more thing we need to discuss that I should have addressed years ago. Your father and I decided not to have you circumcised. I assume you have discovered that it feels really good when you slide your foreskin up and down over your glans when you masturbate. But I'm a bit concerned about your personal hygiene. If you aren't conscientious about washing under there, a gummy substance called smegma will accumulate. The truth is the same stuff can build up under the hood of a girl's clitoris. I'm sure you know that's the very sensitive little organ located at the entrance to the vagina that girls rub when they masturbate. It's almost like a miniature penis. Anyway, smegma isn't dangerous unless too much of it accumulates, and then your glans (or a girl's clitoris) might get irritated and sore."

Oh my God, where was my mom coming up with this stuff?

"Of course, the glans and clitoris can also get sore from being rubbed too much during masturbation, but that's not harmful and is something you can deal with on your own. Besides, there isn't much we moms can do about that! But what is important is that you retract your foreskin as far as it will go every time you take a shower or bath and that you make sure you wash away any of the stuff that you find there. Do you think you can do that for me?"

"Sure mom, I promise," I responded, hoping to end the conversation quickly.

"Have you looked under there before?"

"Of course mom, I'm really fine in that department."

"Well sweetie that's great but I can't help but be a little suspicious. Boys your age are often not as thorough as they should be. So I'm sure you won't mind letting me take a quick peek under there just to be sure. That way I'll know your foreskin pulls back easily and we'll both know you're keeping yourself nice and clean."

"Please mom, this is just too bizarre. I really need to get going."

"Not so fast mister. I don't see how I can be a good mom until I know you're keeping yourself clean. Now Hon, there's no need to be worried. After all, you're forgetting that I've seen that penis of yours hundreds of times when it was little. You didn't think anything about showing it to me then. There is absolutely no reason for you to be hesitant about showing it to me now just because it's bigger. And besides, no matter what you say, that tent in your shorts tells me you are excited by the idea. Billy, I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist -- it's time for you to pull down your pants."

It was clearly useless, and I had to admit, my mom was right. As sick as it was, I was hot and getting hotter at the prospect of revealing myself to her in such an explicit way. I stripped down to my underpants and resumed my spot on the bed. My erection was straining forcefully against the soft cotton fabric.

"That's good sweetie, now go ahead and finish the job."

I took a deep breath and inched my white cotton briefs over my erection, tossing them aside.

"Oh Billy, what a fine healthy young penis you have! Just look at the way it's standing at attention for us. I wish I could be there when you show it to girls. You know it's very good that you're hard because that will make it much, much easier for us to accomplish our task."

Not only were my mom's nipples still erect, but the smell of her arousal fluid filled the air.

"OK, why don't you try to peel back your foreskin, and let's see what we find?"

Obediently I used two hands to expose my glistening glans for her inspection. I had never done this for anyone before, least of all my own mother, and I allowed myself to revel in the erotic embarrassment I was experiencing. 

"That's very good Hon. The good news is I don't see anything that we need to be concerned about, but I still want you to promise to clean yourself under there every day. Do we have a deal?"

"OK mom, I promise."

"Billy, does it feel nice when you do that?"

"Um, well, yes mom, it feels really nice."

"Is that one of the techniques you use when you're alone?"

"I guess so mom. One day I just did it for no real reason and then I realized how nice it felt and I kept doing it."

"Look Billy, after all this talk I'm sure you're about ready to explode. Why don't you just keep doing it and let me watch what happens. I'd love to see what a man my little boy has become!"

How could I resist? My penis was throbbing and precum was already oozing out of my opening. I continued moving my foreskin up and down with one hand while using the other to gently play with my balls. My mom was rubbing her small breasts through her shirt as she intently watched my self-stimulation.

"Oh sweetie, you're such a big boy!"

A few seconds later, the room dimmed, my stroking intensified and my penis erupted in stream after stream of thick white goo. 

"Oh Billy, I'm so proud of you I could burst! Just look at how much came out! And how far it shot! Even after having that big wet dream."

It was the best orgasm I had ever had.

"Now let's clean you up."

She took a bunch of tissues and did the best she could to mop up the semen that covered my legs, chest and hands. She put the wet tissues under her nose and inhaled deeply. Then she and milked the last big drops from my softening erection and lovingly licked them off with her tongue. She smiled contentedly and said, "Now Hon, I think I'm going to see where your father has gotten to."



The Talk



Twenty-six year old Michael had just gotten off work and walked through his front door when his mobile rang. He sighed and put his keys on the island in the center of his kitchen.

"Can't they give me any bloody peace?" he said as he pulled his mobile from his pocket. To his surprise, however, it wasn't work calling him like they usually did when he walked through the door. There was no contact information for the number, but he recognized it anyway. "Good afternoon, Nicole," he said as he answered the phone. Nicole was his ex-girlfriend who worked in an office on the other side of town. They had broke up over a year previously, just before Christmas. Since then, his life had turned around completely and he was doing quite well for himself. Last he had heard, she was not. In fact, this is the first time he had heard from her in any form since they had broken up.

"Hey Michael, how are you?" Her tone was casual, but she couldn't hide the nervousness in her voice. Michael could tell she wasn't sure how he'd react to her calling him out of the blue.

"I'm fine. How about yourself?"

"I'm okay." There was a long pause on the other end of the mobile. The kind of pause somehow does when they're trying to think of the best way to say something. "Listen, I know this is sudden, and you probably will say no, but would you mind grabbing a coffee with me or something? I just... I really need to talk to someone and you're the only person I could think of." Michael was silent for a long time. What the hell could she possibly want to talk to him about after forgetting he even existed for nearly fifteen months?

"I actually just walked through the door after working all day. Was going to put on dinner and relax."

"Oh," Nicole said. The disappoint in her voice was clear. "Okay, well, I just thought..."

"But if you want to come over, I can make some extra and we can talk about whatever you'd like." He wasn't sure why he said it. He wanted to see her, regardless of what had happened in their past. His biggest flaw was that he was too nice, too forgiving. His friends had always told him that.

"Sure," she said another long pause. "I'd like that." Michael gave her his address, one of the only things that had changed since they had broken up. "You live there? Wow, that's incredible."

"Just give my name to the guard at the gate; I'll let him know that you're coming and he should let you in without any trouble."

"Okay," Nicole said, a hint of anticipation in her voice. "I'll see you in about an hour, okay? I just need to finish up a few things at work." Michael held his mobile to the side of his head for several minutes after she had hung up. Her voice had been the same as ever, sounding just like she had when she was a teenager. He had missed those days.

Nicole and Michael had met when they were fourteen years old. At the time, Nicole had been dating one of Michael's friends, but they had never even kissed. They'd broken up shortly after and Michael's friend had introduced them. They hit it off nearly instantly, but didn't start "officially" dating until Michael's homecoming his freshman year of high school. They spent the next ten years together, through high school, his college education, and most of hers. Then, two Christmases prior, she had suddenly decided she didn't want to date him anymore and had simply told him that she was done and left. He hadn't heard anything from her, even by proxy, since.

Michael put the mobile next to his keys on the island and walked towards the master bathroom on the eastern wing of his house, just off the master suite. He had wanted to get a smaller house, but since the president of the company he worked for had given it to him as a work perk, he didn't complain too much. Sure, it was expensive to maintain and the taxes were higher than he would have liked, but he made more than enough to manage it. Thoughts of his time spent with Nicole flowed through his mind like an ocean in a storm as he stripped naked and stepped into his shower, hoping the hot water would soothe away the weariness and trepidation. As steam filled the shower and the hot droplets cascaded down his back, Michael lost himself into memory.

He was jarred out of his memories by the sound of the doorbell ringing. It was a deep, two-note sound that echoed throughout the empty house, reaching Michael in his solace. He turned the water off and held his breath, wondering if he actually heard it or if it was just his thoughts running wild. The bell sounded again, sounding louder now that the water wasn't running.

"Damn it," he said, grabbed a large, black towel from the towel rack and wrapping it around his waist. He slipped his feet into a matching pair of polyester bath slippers. He shivered slightly as he opened the door, his wet skin hitting the cooler air of the hallway. The doorbell rang a third time and he hurried down the hall and through the parlor to the foyer. He reached out towards the double doors and turned one of the handles, pulling it open towards him. There stood Nicole.

She was just as beautiful, if not more so, than Michael remembers. Her thick, curly brown hair hung around her shoulders, draping slightly over a powder blue button-on shirt with darker horizontal blue lines. Michael's breath paused in his throat. It had been his favorite shirt that she owned. Her deep chocolate eyes stared at him from beneath her bangs. They had that same innocent twinkle he'd seen in them when they first met. As his eyes slid down her body, taking in the fullness of her large breasts, the slenderness of her hips and waist, to the black skirt with matching stockings that she wore, Michael felt a sudden deepness in his heart. Sorrow.

His eyes dropped to her black high heels and then shot instantly back to her eyes. He noticed that her eyes were just coming to meet his as well. Michael started breathing again when their eyes met and she flashed him a smile. It made his knees weak to look at.

"Hi," he said, staring at her some more. "I was, um, in the shower. I guess I lost track of the, um, time." Nicole smiled again, revealing her perfect white teeth once more. Michael opened his mouth to say more and closed it instantly.

"So are you going to invite me in or just stand there in a towel?" she asked. Michael looked down.

"What? Oh, right." He backed away from the door. "Please, come in. I'm sorry. Let me just change quick." He led her into the parlor before continuing on into his bed room. Closing the door behind him, he pressed his back to it and ran a hand through his wet hair. "Bloody hell," he said out loud. "Pull yourself together." He swallowed hard and moved over to his bureau, pulling out a plain black t-shirt and a pair of grey cargo pants. After putting on a pair of socks and leather work boots, he took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway. "I'm sorry about that," he said as he came into the parlor. "I was in the shower and thinking about..."

"Me?" Nicole interrupted. Michael stared at her with his mouth open. Nicole laughed slightly. "That's what I would have been doing if this had been the other way around. My old flame calls me after a year and a half without so much as a word and he suddenly wants to see me? I'd be thinking about it in a long, hot shower, too." She laid back into the couch, sinking slightly into the plush blue velvet. "You've done well for yourself," she said, looking around the room.

"I guess," was all he could say. He had never liked showing off. Nicole turned back to look at him.

"I saw the car in the driveway. Your dream car isn't it?" Michael nodded. "I'm happy for you," Nicole said, beaming. "Really, I am." Nicole crossed her legs and the two fell into a long silence.

"What do you want for dinner?" Michael asked after five minutes. Nicole closed her eyes. Michael saw that she was wearing just a hint of purple eye shadow. That was unusual. He had never remembered her to wear makeup.

"I'm fine for anything," she said. Michael smiled at her and walked into the kitchen, opening a few cabinets and taking out some pots.

"We'll go with a simply spaghetti and meatball dinner then," he called into the parlor. He filled the largest silver pot nearly halfway with water before placing it on the stovetop and turning it on. The much smaller pot he put the tomato sauce in, but didn't turn the heat on. Lastly, he put a dozen meatballs into the oven.

While he was preparing dinner, Nicole got off the couch and slowly walked around the parlor, looking at everything. She could probably fit her entire apartment into this one room. There were two large couches, one a sectional sofa and the other a simple loveseat. They were a dark blue, contrasting the beige carpets but somehow looking good with it. Along the wall with the windows was a fireplace that stood at least as tall as Nicole. The opposite wall, the one with the kitchen on the other side, displayed a plasma television. The last wall, to Nicole's right, was line with a dozen bookcases that were filled with books ranging from such things as "Lord of the Rings" to "War and Peace." One thing that bothered her, however, was that there wasn't a single picture in the room. While she hadn't expected any of her, naturally, she thought he might at least have a picture of his friends or family.

"How do you like it?" Michael asked, coming back into the room. Nicole turned to look at him. His black hair was still wet and slicked back. He wasn't wearing glasses like he used to, but his eyes were still that shade of silver she had adored for so many years.

"You're not wearing glasses," she said, blurting out her first thought. Michael smiled.

"I had laser surgery a few months ago, shortly after my mother had it. I still wake up freaking out that I lost or broken them or something, but then I realize I can see properly now." He chuckled slightly and walked forward, handing her a glass of red wine. Nicole took the glass with a slight nod of thanks and took a sip. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked. She stood facing the window and took another sip of wine.

"Do you remember that time," she began, "when we had a huge fight at my parents' house. After it was over, I ran down to my bedroom and sat on the floor under the window and cried while you sat on the couch and stared out the window." She smiled slightly. "I thought you were going to leave. I didn't expect you to come down to the bedroom and..." she let the sentence hang. Michael fully remembered that time, and what had happened next.

Nicole had just woken up not ten minutes before Michael had come over. She was wearing a plain cotton t-shirt and white pajama pants with hearts on them. No sooner had he walked in the day than had she started on him about spending time with another girl instead of spending time with her. His counter-argument had been that she had plenty of male friends. He should be allowed to have female friends. The argument had spiraled down from there with neither side wanting to give in for the sake of ending the argument.

Michael walked into Nicole's bedroom and looked around. She still had the balloon he had given her for her eighteenth birthday; somehow it was still floating even though her birthday had been three months previously. He glanced down at her. She was curled up on the floor under the windows to the right of the door, hugging a teddy bear he had gotten her for her sixteenth birthday. She wasn't crying; the fight wasn't that bad. She looked up at him, brushing a few strands of her unruly hair away from her face. She opened her mouth to say something angry, but closed it.

Michael moved closer and dropped to her knees. Reaching for the waistband of her pajamas, he pulled them down to reveal her plain cotton panties. His eyes locked on to hers as he pulled these down as well. Both her panties and her pajamas were around her feet now. Michael still remember that her mother and brother could be home at any moment and wanted her to be able to dress quickly if she had to. Being angry at someone wasn't a good enough reason to get them both into trouble.

He licked his lips as he stared at his girlfriend's pink pussy. It was bare, as it had been since shortly after they had met, and was just as inviting as ever. Michael dropped to his stomach and pulled her legs up. Her legs were on either side of his head and her fingers tangled through her hair as he buried his tongue in her pussy. Her back arch as his tongue explored her, swirling around her insides. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he continued to eat her out, eliciting various moans from her lips. Nicole squeezed her legs around his head, but he kept licking the inside of her delicious pussy. Pushed her thighs higher, Michael moved his tongue to her ass. He had only licked it twice when Nicole pulled him up to her, slipping her own tongue into his mouth.

The two let their tongues dance as Nicole fiddled with Michael's pants, finally undoing his belt and zipper. As his hard, six-inch cock dropped out of his pants, Nicole took it into her hand and pumped a few times before positioning it in front of her eagerly awaiting pussy. With their tongues still intertwined, Michael moved forward, his cock spearing into Nicole's pussy. Both of them gasped at the sensation into each other's mouth. No matter how many times they had sex, the first penetration was always the best.

Nicole ran her hands under Michael's shirt as he began to thrust in and out of her, his balls slapping loudly against her ass. The only sound they had to compete with was her moans of pleasure as his cock went deeper. She dug her nails against his skin, pulling him as deep into her as she could. She moved one of her hands from him and slid it down her front to tease her clit as his cock slid in and out of her rapidly. Michael looked down. Her large breasts, still covered by her shirt, were bouncing freely in time with his thrusts. Michael kissed her again before pulling away.

"Where do you want me to cum?" he asked. It had been a few weeks since they had sex last and he wasn't able to go as long as he usually could. Plus, it was angry, make-up sex. Nicole pulled her shirt up, revealing her D-cup breasts. Her nipples were dark and large, but Michael loved them.

"Here," she whispered softly, turning her head to the side. A look of pure ecstasy was on her face. She furrowed her brow, beaded with sweat, and moaned again. Michael pulled out of her and pointed his cock at her breasts. Three large spurts landed on them, one covering her right nipple entirely. He sat back on his heels, watching as Nicole pulled her right breast up to her mouth and sucked the cum off her nipple. She looked at his cock when she had finished and crawled closer, lowering her mouth over it.

Michael moaned as his cock hit the back of her throat. Nicole had never really been one for giving blow jobs, but on the rare occasions that she did, they were amazing. She rubbed his balls as her head bobbed up and down, her tongue running along the underside of his shaft as she pulled up and swirling around the head before she went back down. She pulled away, taking his balls into her mouth and sucking gently as her hand wrapped around his rigid shaft and pumped up and down. His balls tightened and she enveloped him with her mouth again as he came, a much smaller load than previously, but still enough to cause her to cough. They looked at each other as Nicole drew away from his softening cock. She ran her fingers over her breasts, scooping up every last drop of cum and licking her fingers clean.

"That was incredible," Michael said breathlessly. Nicole smiled and nodded.

"But I'm not done with you yet," she said, pulling him back down to her. He slipped his cock back into her eager pussy and began to thrust. It hurt at first because he had came so recently, but he was used to things like that. Their lack of their own living arrangements and parents who tended to be nosy and untrusting made sex a "whenever we can the chance" thing. Michael groped her breasts, biting lightly on one of her nipples. He could feel Nicole's pussy quiver around him as she came. The slamming of a car door stopped not only the sex, but Michael's memory of the event. 



The Talk



Originally published in the October 2006 issue of Handjobs Magazine. 

*

Dad turned the car down a dirt road and into a field surrounded by trees. He killed the engine, then turned to me and sighed. He'd been acting strange the whole ride.

"Well, son, I guess you're wondering why I brought you out here." I had a pretty good idea: the dreaded sex talk. He scratched his stubbly chin. He seemed like he didn't know how to begin.

"Shit," he said, looking out the window. He'd lost his nerve. "You know, I used to bring your mother out here when we were in high school." He turned to me again. "In fact, it was your mother who suggested I have a talk with you."

"About what?" I said, trying to help him out. As much as I wanted to avoid this awkward conversation, I felt bad for my poor dad. He'd always been a role model for me. He was handsome, muscular, and beautiful in my eyes. I wanted to be just like him.

"You're at the age where boys start to go through a lot of changes. You know what I'm saying?"

"Sex, right?" I said. A sly smirk spread across my dad's face.

"That's right. And I just wanted to know if you had any questions. You know, if you were confused about anything."

"No, not really."

"Well, you're pretty grown up now. I'd already met your mother when I was your age, and I figured things out pretty quick." He chuckled. There was an awkward silence as I imagined dad fucking mom in the back seat.

"So, have you ever done anything yet...like, with a girl?" he asked, nervously rubbing his hands against his jean-clad thighs.

"No," I said, which was technically true, except, for the past year, I'd been exploring my sexuality from top to bottom with my best friend Brian.

"Not even with Tracy?"

"No way." Tracy was girl I'd hung out with exactly twice, but my parents had for some reason latched on to the idea that she was my girlfriend.

"So...do you mastur -- I mean, do you jerk off?"

"Dad!" I said. Then I noticed the sincere look on his face. He was just trying to talk to me like a friend. "Yeah, I do. A lot, actually."

"That's good, son. That's healthy. You know, I still do it too. In fact, I've keep some lube and magazines in the bedroom closet, and you're welcome to use them any time you want."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. I mean, as long as I'm not using them." The idea that my dad jerked off had crossed my mind before, but now I had a clear mental image of my sexy dad, working on his dick. I started to get hard beneath my shorts. There was a weird tension in the car. Dad shifted in his seat.

"And, you know, if you ever want to join me, that might be fun too."

"Join you?"

"Yeah. When I was a little younger than you, I had some friends on the football team and we used to get together and mess around. You know, just guy stuff." Now the vibe between us had turned decidedly sexual. I took note of the bulge in his jeans and how it had swelled.

"Well, sometimes my friend Brian and I mess around," I admitted. Dad didn't look very surprised.

"You guys beat off together?"

"Yeah. Sometimes we do other stuff." Dad's cock was clearly hard and straining against his jeans.

"Man, I miss those days," he said.

"Well, it might be fun to do it with you sometime," I said, my excitement catching in my voice. My heart was beating out of my chest.

"Have you ever seen a grown man's...?" He indicated to the snake in his trousers.

"No," I croaked.

"It might be instructive...you know, just to get an idea of what you'll look like when you're older."

"Okay."

The car seat creaked as dad undid his jeans. He was wearing a pair of bikini briefs. He pulled them down over his hairy pubic mound, and popped out a fully-hard, nine-inch cock that was as thick as a baby's arm.

My eyes widened. Of course I'd seen my dad naked before, but his low-hanging hairy dick had nothing on the towering erection that he now stroked gently in his palm. He hauled out his balls and lifted up his shirt.

"Wow," I said. His cock throbbed in the warm summer air that floated through the open windows. Dad held his handsome dick so it stood up straight.

"You can feel it, if you want to," he said. I looked up at him. He had a serious look on his face, and he nodded to me as if to say, It's okay.

I reached over and took his dick in my hand. It was heavy, and so much bigger than my or Brian's that I was kind of mesmerized by it. I felt his hot, hairy balls. They scrunched up as I held them in my palm. Dad put his head back on the seat. He seemed to like it when I played with his nuts, which was funny, because I was the same way.

I slid my fist up his thick shaft, rubbing my thumb against his cock head, which was already leaking with juice. Dad started breathing really heavily as I played with his cock. He watched my hand stroking him, up and down.

"Feels so good," he said. "Take yours out, too." I undid my shorts and slid them around my ankles, freeing my respectable six-inch dick. It throbbed against my stomach, pressed tight to a thatch of light brown pubes.

"Nice dick," my dad said, watching mine pulse while I set back to work on his. He started to reach over. "May I?" I nodded my head. He took my diamond-hard dick into his big hand, stroking it gently. It felt incredible, not just because somebody else was working my dick, but because it was my dad. His hand, calloused but warm, the same hand that had taught me to hold a baseball bat when I was a kid, was now wrapped around my erection, working me soft and slow as could be. While at the same time, I was stroking his big, dad-sized dick, which was pulsing and leaking just as much as mine. I was as turned on as I'd ever been, and struggling to keep control of myself.

"Fun, huh?" dad whispered huskily into my ear. I groaned a little as Dad's hand focused on the sensitive head of my dick. I did the same to him. "Aw, yeah," he gasped, his breath hot on my face. We were so in tune, bringing each other to the peak of pleasure and backing off in little increments. Dad's nuts were tight at the bottom of his shaft. His stubbly face rubbed against mine as our arms worked each other's pieces.

Pretty soon we were both way too close. I had to knock Dad's hand away from my dick. We both fell back into our seats, panting.

Dusk had fallen, the waning sunlight casting an orange glow on the horizon. The crickets chirped in the field. Dad looked over at me. We were both still rock hard.

"Never thought you could have this kind of fun with your old man, did ya?" I shook my head, smiling. "Here, let me show you something I used to do with one of my buddies," he said slipping off his shoes and removing his pants from his ankles. "Crawl in the back seat."

I took off my shorts and I was completely naked, then I sat in the back seat. Dad got totally naked, too, his big cock bobbing lustily in front of him as he climbed back with me. He laid me down on the seat and lifted my legs, wrapping them around his thick, hairy thighs. He laid his masculine, muscular body onto my smooth and lithe one. Our dicks lay like pipes next to each other, pressed in between our sweaty bodies.

He started grinding his hips against mine, his firm butt raising up and back down as he worked his fat dick against mine. Because our bodies were pressed so closely together, there was plenty of friction between our dicks and stomachs. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, mostly because of the incredible feeling of my dad's naked body against mine. I thought about him doing the same thing to my mother, right in this very spot where we now were. I tightened around his thighs, pulling him closer to me.

"Feels good, right?" he said, his handsome face right next to mine. He kissed me then, and for one exquisite instant I felt his tongue slip in between my lips. I slid out my tongue to meet his, and we kissed like that for just a minute. It was over way too quickly.

Dad took my legs in his hands and raised them to his shoulders. My ass was exposed to the air, and his balls began to slide against my twitching hole. His thrusts got lower and lower, until his whole fat hog was riding against my butthole. My dick wasn't getting much attention, but it really didn't matter. The feeling of my dad's big dick riding against my asshole was intense. I pushed back against him, wanting more. Dad seemed to get lost in what he was doing, focusing intently on pushing his big dick along his son's pulsing pink asshole.

He looked up at me. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes from rolling in the back of my head. He took my dick in his hand and stroked it as he humped me. Slick sweat kept his cock gliding against my asshole. I wanted him to take me, and I think he wanted to do it too, but we both knew it was going to be difficult. Brian had slid his dick up my butt a couple of times, but it was nowhere near the size of Dad's piece. For all intents and purposes (and for all my dad knew) I was a virgin.

Dad set his hips back and jabbed the tip of his cock right into my asshole. I kissed it with my sphincter, my own cock pulsing in his hand. He continued to jab into me, the pressure building and building on my sphincter, a little more of Dad's dick going in each time. And then the head of his cock sank inside.

"Aaaahh!" I cried out, in pain and pleasure. My asshole spasmed around his cock, and before I could control what was happening, cum started pumping out of my dick. Dad started to stroke me as I unleashed rope after rope of heavy cream onto my stomach. The way my asshole spasmed around the head of his cock must have done it for him, because suddenly he couldn't hold back either.

He moaned loudly, but managed to hold his hips steady. His cock rested just barely inside of me as he unloaded what felt like a gallon of come inside my ass, the head of his dick pulsing and stretching my tender ring of muscle with each shot. The look on his face was like nothing I'd ever seen. This was my dad, the man I'd loved and respected and feared and looked up to my whole life, and he was totally losing it over me, unable to hold back as his dick gushed its load inside my butt.

When he'd finished filling me with his seed he pulled out and collapsed onto my body, his hairy chest heaving against mine. I ran my hands down his broad back and cupped his firm ass in my hand.

Dad had taken me out here to have "the talk," intent on teaching me anything I'd wanted to learn. Now, I had a feeling there were a few things we'd be teaching each other. 



The Talk



He walked up to the table she sat at, waiting. Waiting for him. She was dressed to kill, even after recently giving birth she looked the beautiful voluptuous woman she was. He'd not seen her in several months, and out of the blue she'd called him, asking to meet. To discuss things, to try to work things out, to get back together. So there he was, sitting down, facing a woman he'd once loved like no other. Until, she broke his heart. After placing his drink order and trading a couple of strained greetings, he opened with, "You said you wanted to talk, so talk."

Stung at his callousness, at his curtness, the pretty auburn haired woman coolly replied with, "Are you over your anger, yet?"

Studiously ignoring the woman's question, he asked one of his own. "Why do you want to get back together?"

Caught off-guard by his unexpected response, she involuntarily frowned slightly in response as she let the question's words flow freely through her mind, trying to squeeze every possible meaning out of them. He took her expression to indicate irritation and disapproval. His anger, never far from the surface, made itself felt.

"Okay. I'm out of here."

Grabbing his coat, he made to stand.

"Wait! Stop! Why are you leaving? You just got here." she said in surprise, her voice a bit tremulous.

"Answer my question and I'll consider staying longer." snapped the man.

She looked into his eyes. She'd always been able to tell what mood he was in by his hazel eyes, only now, all she saw was intense anger and something else. She didn't know what that something else was. Whatever it was, she felt it wasn't in her favor.

"I- I miss you. I want to have what we had before. I love you. I need you." she said beseechingly.

Somewhat mollified at her quick reply, the man settled himself more comfortably into his seat. "You didn't need me when you were with him! How can you say you love me when you lied to me and deceived me! All the time we were together you were with him, too. Fucking him. Loving him! What kind of shit is that?" the man said in a voice dripping with scorn.

Lowering her head in shame, she said, "I know! I'm sorry! I thought- I don't know what I thought. I guess I didn't think." Raising her head, to look at him, her eyes brimming with tears, she added, "Please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! Ever! Just take me back!"

Shaking his head in disgust at her response, the man looked at the weeping woman. His heart would have melted at her tears, once, now all he felt was a cold anger that held no compassion.

"I thought you were different. I thought you were serious about us. I thought what I felt and said mattered to you. I was wrong. You're just another cheating slut."

"NO! Please! Don't say that! I do love you. Only you! No one else. Please. I made a mistake. I can't take it back. I wish I could, but I can't." she cried in desperation.

He felt his anger rising at her words. He tried to calm himself. After a few seconds of her quiet tears, he managed to gain control.

"When we first met, I thought I'd found the perfect woman. In every way, you were the woman I'd been looking for all my life. For too long I'd been wallowing in the vileness of my job and you made me feel that good did exist in the world. After that, everyday I was flying high. Then, I found out about him, but you convinced me it was over. Against my better judgment, I believed you. Things weren't really the same after that, but somehow we managed to stay together, and we moved on. I continued to have my suspicions, nevertheless, I went along with what you said. But, it really wasn't over! You lied to me! You planned and carried out a very well thought out deception."

The woman moaned as if in pain as he spoke. She wanted to deny it all, to pretend it had never happened. The truth was supported by the facts he stated, however.

"You had his child! That's not a mistake or even a fucking accident. A mistake? You willfully got pregnant by him! It takes planning to get off the pill and get pregnant. I doubt one fuck did it. I can guess that you were with him multiple times! Until you were sure you were pregnant. So, explain to me how exactly is that a mistake?" 

"I didn't want to." She cried. "He made me to do it."

"Oh- So he raped you, first making sure you were off the pill? Perhaps, he waited to rape you until you started ovulating? A few weeks, or maybe a couple of months?" The man said sarcastically. "In the meantime, maybe he practiced raping you? Is that what you're telling me?"

"Yes! No! I mean- He was forceful. He wouldn't take no for an answer. He was constantly wanting to have sex. Then, he wanted a child. Somehow he found my birth control pills and threw them in the toilet. It was a new refill. It was a ninety day prescription. I tried-"

"I'm not buying it!" he said, interrupting her.

"What do you mean? It's the truth! I'm not lying! I-"

"Listen to yourself! Nothing but excuses! Lame ones, at that. How many times did you turn me down when I wanted to make love to you? I can tell you, it was more than a few times! And, if I remember correctly, you even went so far as to insure I understood that no means no! How often did that happen? Why, let me think- More times than we fucked! So, why didn't you use the same reasoning with him? Answer me that!"

She looked around, not really seeing anything, trying to collect her thoughts. His questions were poignant, why did she allow herself to be forced? Why didn't she tell him no?

"I don't know. I guess-"

"NO! That's not an answer!" said the man, more loudly than he intended to, as he noticed a few of the restaurant patrons turn their heads towards the table he and the woman sat at. More calmly, he continued, "Why didn't you tell him no? Huh? What sort of hold does he have over you that you mindlessly do what he says?"

"I'm sorry! I don't know. Maybe it's because he's- Commanding." she explained tentatively, almost fearfully.

"Oh? And I'm not? I'm not the dominating type? Is that it?" hissed the man in fury.

"No! It's not that! You're loving. You don't take, you give. You're kind, caring, gentle. You listen to me and you didn't force yourself on me. It's why I love you so much."

"A fat lot of good that did me, when you were in his bed and not mine! You could have walked away from him at anytime! Did he physically threaten you? No! Did he hold you against your will? No! In fact, you willfully stayed with him! Isn't that right?"

"Please! Why are you treating me like I'm a criminal! You're acting like we're in court and your the prosecutor! Please stop! Can't you see I'm in pain, too!"

The man's eyes widened and his nostrils flared, as his anger threatened to be unleashed. He visibly calmed himself, forcing his anger back into control.

"I am a criminal defense attorney! Or did you forget after all this time? Although you didn't break any laws by fucking him and having his child, you did break your vow to me. How am I supposed to feel? You said you loved me! You said you wanted us to have a family. That you wanted to have my children! To spend a lifetime with me. And, the fool that I am, I believed your bullshit. So, tell me, how am I supposed to react to your- indiscretion." He said with a cruel laugh. "And just how did I cause you any pain? Because I won't take back a cheating slut?"

At his words, her eyes filled with such a deluge of tears she could no longer see him, and her shoulders shook with suddenly released anguish. He was right, she couldn't deny the truth of the words he spoke. She had said those things to him, and she had meant them, she still did.

"Can't you give me another chance? I won't see him ever again! I promise! I'll be only yours. Please, I'm begging you. I love you. I didn't realize how much until- Until, you stopped calling me, to see me. I have missed you so much these past months my heart is in constant pain. Please, baby, I now know you're the only man for me! You'll always will be!"

"You want another chance?" the man asked musingly with a cruel twist of his mouth. "Okay. Fine. Here's your chance. Get rid of the kid. Sign it over to him. Tell him to his face you hate what he made you do! Tell him that you hate everything of his, including his child. And never ever have any contact with him, or his kid!" he said with a harsh vehemence. "You do that, and maybe we'll have a chance. We'll move out of state. We'll start fresh. I'm a very good litigator, I can easily get on with some decent firm, and be on top in no time."

His words shocked her, even horrified her. Give up her son? Hate her own baby? The thought made her sick to her stomach and a new ache settled in her heart. She couldn't do that. She couldn't give up her child. Of a sudden she knew that. And with that realization, a deeper despair set in. He was going to leave her! She knew that now. Leave her forever!

She shook her head in disbelief. How had it come to this? She knew she'd screwed up, but she really thought he would forgive her. She began to weep openly, crying aloud.

"Stop that! You're making a scene! Stop crying, or I'll leave right this instant." ordered the man.

"I'm sorry. Please! I'll stop." she blubbered.

"Well? Are you going to do what I've demanded? Or...?"

"I can't! I just can't! He's my son! Regardless of who his father is, he's my baby! Please don't ask me to do that! Please! I'll do anything else! I'll be your slave! I'll give you anything else. Another baby. A son. But, not that! Please!"

Shaking his head, the man grabbed his coat and stood.

"No, it's that or nothing. You brought this upon yourself. You lied to me. You thought you could have your cake and eat it, too." said the man calmly, almost emotionless. "I'm not raising someone else's child. And, obviously, I won't have to. Goodbye."

"Wait! Please, we can-" she began.

"There's nothing to wait for and we can't do shit! It's very clear to me. You made your choice. We're done! Go back to him! Go back to your husband." he said in bitter resignation as he slowly walked away from the woman, and out through the door of the restaurant.



The Talk & The Touch



Katie couldn't believe her cute little ears.

"So, you're breaking up with me?" she said. She knew it was the wrong thing to say, but she couldn't think of any other way to say it.

"No," Josh said. "We're not breaking up with you because you're not dating us. That's the problem."

Katie blinked her big brown eyes. "But we're neighbors," she said.

"I know, but Matt likes you and I really like you, too. We both think you're really sexy... really sexy. Even if you were sleeping with Matt, I'm not sure I could take it. And if you were with me, I know I'd never hear the end of it from him."

"Well, what do you want me to do?" Katie said.

Josh shrugged.

She had been living in the building for only six weeks after finally moving out of her aunt's garage in the suburbs. Now that she was in the big city, Katie was sure she'd find success. She just needed a few close friends. Matt and Josh were so far the only two she'd met and that was mostly out of proximity. They lived next door.

"So, what? I have to fuck both of you guys or you'll stop being my friend?" Katie said, frowning.

"It's not exactly like that," Josh said. "But Matt and I, we're both guys in our mid-twenties. We're not looking for friends. We're looking for fuck buddies."

"That's all you want? A fuck buddy?"

"That's all Matt wants. Me, I'm not sure. Depends..." Josh said, staring deeply into Katie's eyes. He shook his head, getting back on point. "You're taking all of our attention, but we're not getting the attention we want from you, and we're spread too thin to get it somewhere else."

"You want me to stop coming over if I'm not going to have sex with either or both of you? And I guess you don't want to go out for drinks with me anymore either?"

"I know it would be easier for me... for all of us, if we spent less time together," Josh said.

"But I really like you guys." Tears welled up in Katie's eyes for a split second before she regained her composure. "Okay, listen. Let's all go out tonight. I'll show you a girl can be a good friend. I'll help you get some action. And if you don't score, I'll make it up to you."

*

"Make it up to us how?" Matt said, sliding wax into his hair. 

"I don't know," Josh said. "That's all she said."

"All right, but this is her last chance."

Twenty minutes later Katie knocked on the door. Her coat went down to her calves and her boots went up to her knees. "You guys ready?" she said.

The guys nodded and grumbled.

"You sure?"

Katie opened her coat, revealing a tiny black miniskirt and a scoop-neck shirt that swept off both of her shoulders and down far enough to show some nice cleavage. Two red bra straps stuck out of the shirt, hugging onto her otherwise bare shoulders. 

As they sat around drinking drafts in Pluto's across the street, Matt and Josh watched as Katie approached the bar. Neither one of them really knew her very well, but they both wanted her so bad. That was all Matt needed to know. Josh, on the other hand, was more curious.

He played out the possible scenarios. He liked having her as a friend, but he didn't think they'd ever really be friends with so much sexual tension in the air. And the friendship would be over if they had sex. Or at least this version of it. But that was over now anyway, given what he'd said. Basically called her a cock tease.

The bar was full of slim pickins, which is to say it was mostly empty save for a few unappealing girls here and there. Matt had actually fucked a couple of them together in his only threesome, but now they wouldn't give him the time of day. The looked over at him, wondering about this hot chick he came in with, but that was it.

*

Two hours later, the three of them were back in the guys' apartment, standing around fidgeting. They were drinking bottles from a mostly full twelve-pack in the fridge.

"So, you said you were going to show us something..." Matt said.

"Yeah, I'm sorry you guys didn't hook up tonight, but it's not my fault. Not for my lack of trying," Katie said.

"Even if there were other girls there, it would have been hard to pay attention to them with you looking so hot the whole time. Flirting and flipping your hair, you kept them away more than brought them over," Josh said.

"I tried!" Katie said, mock defiant.

"You're like a vacuum," Matt said. "You suck up our desire and there's no energy -- or even if there was -- no reason to go anywhere else... except that you're not sucking..."

"I'm not sucking... you off? That's right, I'm not. But I will show you something, as promised."

"What kind of something?" Josh asked.

"Something nice. Something good, that will bring us all closer together."

"Maybe I'll show you something, too," Matt said.

"Hold on there, stud," Katie said. "Another round of drinks! I'm gonna pee."

Katie finished her beer, dropped the bottle in the trash, and walked out of the room. Matt got up and went into the kitchen. Josh heard the refrigerator door open and the sound of clinking glass bottles. Then he heard three pops.

A moment later, Matt returned with two bottles in one hand and one bottle in the other hand, a huge grin on his face.

Matt put the single bottle on the coffee table and Josh reached for it.

"No no," Matt said softly. "That's hers. Here you go." He handed Josh one of the other bottles.

"Why is that hers?" Josh asked incredulously.

"I doped it," Matt said. "We're gonna get a show whether she's going to give it to us or not."

"Dude, she could be planning to suck our dicks anyway," Josh said. "Show us she has no gag reflex."

"Other than the fact that she just told us she was specifically not going to suck our dicks, you mean?"

"Maybe she was just fucking with us," Josh said.

"Yes. She is fucking with us by not fucking us. I just want to see her tits, okay?"

"She's acting kind of weird tonight," Josh said. "She might be down for it anyway."

"That's really unlikely," Matt said.

"What's unlikely?" Katie said.

She had a towel thrown over one shoulder and was holding the belts to the boys' bathrobes in her hands.

They looked up at her curiously from the couch.

"Oh," Matt said. "Josh here thinks you might get naked for us tonight. I was just telling him that it's probably unlikely. What's up with the towel?"

"Finish your drinks," Katie said.

The guys sipped their beers.

"Matt, you're wrong," Katie said. "I am going to get naked. Now drink up, there's just a couple of rules."

Josh and Matt downed their beers in one long swig each, then slammed the beers down on the table. Katie took a sip of the third beer, then put it back on the table and threw the towel on the armchair opposite the couch the guys were sitting on.

"Take off your shirts," Katie said. "It will help me get more comfortable."

The guys pulled their shirts off. Matt was lanky and lean. Josh had broad shoulders and a large chest. 

"I'm just going to tie you guys up so there's no funny stuff, okay?"

"Okay," Josh said.

"If you have to," Matt said.

Katie went about tying Matt's hands together, then down to the leg of the sofa. As she bent down, Josh got a peak of her matching red panties. Then she gave Josh the same treatment, except she bent at the knee to tie him off at the other leg of the sofa so Matt didn't get the same view.

Now, with both guys bare-chested, seated next to each other on the couch, hands bound together and then tied off to opposite sides, Katie moved back to the armchair.

She took another big pull on her beer, then stepped one foot on the armchair.

"Katie," Josh said.

She unzipped the boot, exposing flesh down to her ankle. "Yeah?"

"Nothing."

She removed the boot slowly, then unzipped the other one in the same way, took it off, and tossed the pair to the side. Next, she unzipped her skirt and let it drop around her ankles. 

As Katie stepped out of her skirt, she looked at the guys, watching as bulges grew in their pants. They drank in her firm legs, their eyes moving up from her ankles to her smooth thighs.

Slowly, Katie peeled her shirt up, exposing inch by inch her flat stomach, the curve of her hip, her ribs, her red bra. She dropped the shirt on top of the skirt, then took the towel off the chair and laid in out on the floor.

"Okay guys. Now you close your eyes. I'll take the rest off and you can ask me questions and talk, but as soon as either of you opens your eyes, I'm getting dressed and going home."

"Oh, come on," Matt said.

"Or, I could go home now," Katie said, standing statuesque.

Her body radiated sensuality and neither of the guys could have her leave now.

"Why do you need the towel?" Josh said.

"You'll find out. Are we agreed?"

"Yes."

"Okay, close your eyes and keep them closed. Either of you open one, I'm gone."

The guys closed their eyes.

"How do we even know you're taking the rest off?" Matt said, his eyes squinted shut.

Katie slid her panties down her legs and tossed them onto Matt's face. He inhaled deeply, then jerked his head, dropping the panties down off his chin and onto his stomach.

"Nice," Matt said.

"What happened?" Josh said, turning his blind eyes toward Matt.

"She just hit me with her panties."

Katie unsnapped her bra and slipped it off her large breasts. She flung it at Josh, but it did not fly as well as her panties. It landed on his knee.

She cupped her tits and pinched her nipples. 

"That was my bra, Josh."

"How big are your tits? I mean, I know they're big, but what size are they?"

"They're C," Katie said. "Really between C and D, but they look so big because I'm small."

"Yeah."

Katie reach down and grabbed her beer. She gulped it down quickly.

"Okay, now I'm sitting in the chair... I just finished my beer and now I'm running my fingertips over my body. My nipples are getting hard. My skin is smooth."

She parted her legs. She caressed her thighs, then brought one hand back up and ran it over her abdomen, her belly, her breasts. The other hand inched its way to her crotch.

"My pussy is getting wet," Katie said. "I'm small. Do you know what I mean?"

"Tight?" Josh said.

"Shallow?" Matt asked.

"Yes and yes. I have a small opening and it's not that deep. Big dicks hurt... feels good, but it's a painful good. I also get really really wet. I'm getting wet now."

"Are your fingers inside?" Josh asked.

"Not yet," Katie said.

She ran her fingertips over her lips. Glistening moisture began to leak out. She touched her clit and moaned softly.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm touching my clit... now I have two fingers around half-way in. I'm so wet now and the more I do it... oh oh..."

"Keep going baby!"

Katie was so turned on by now that she forgot about the rules. She'd managed to get more comfortable than she thought she would, and now it felt so good. She kept going.

"Ah, ah, oh yeah, oh god!"

The boys heard the sound of liquid hitting the towel.

Matt opened his eyes in time to see Katie gyrating and convulsing in the chair. Clear fluid splashed out of her pussy onto the towel below. Her thighs were soaked; the leather chair she was sitting on was drenched.

"Oh yeah!" Matt said.

She was unbelievably sexy. Her body amazing. Her cunt sopping.

Finally, her body rested.

Josh opened his eyes and saw her slouched in the chair, breathing heavy, but slowly coming back to normal. She was so hot.

"You have got to untie me," Matt said.

Katie's eyes refocused and she looked at both guys seemingly for the first time.

"Hey! Your eyes are open. Game over."

She stood up.

"Oh man," Josh said.

"This is about trust," Katie said. "You guys lost."

"No, it's about lust," Matt said.

"Does that always happen?" Josh said.

Katie started collecting her clothes.

"Yeah. I'm so small, and I get so wet, it's not always easy for the guy... it's not always... guys... sometimes it's hard to... get... me... off."

Just as she got the words out, Katie collapsed onto the floor.

Matt struggled with his hands and finally freed them.

"I can't fucking believe it," he said.

He stood up and went over to Katie. 

"Hey dude," Josh said. "Untie me now."

"Hang on a sec," Matt said, lifting Katie up and placing her softly back in the chair. She was unresponsive, out cold. Matt licked her left nipple, running his tongue up her breast to her neck. "She's amazing."

"Dude!"

"I've just gotta feel that pussy."

Matt spread her legs and examined Katie's crotch. It was still soaking wet. He slipped a finger inside, then brought it out and pulled her lips apart. He licked her clit and her body undulated, but she did not wake up.

"She's getting wet again, I just have to feel it."

Matt dropped his pants. His erection bobbed back up. He moved it close to her sex. He spread her lips further and pushed his head into her opening.

"Fuck, she is small. So wet though,"

He slowly pushed his way in. The cunt gripped him.

"This is the most amazing pussy I've ever felt," Matt said, now slowly pulling back.

"Okay," Josh said. "This isn't right."

"Oh no. It's so right," Matt said.

He grabbed her hips and thrust into her again slowly.

"Come on dude. Feeling her is one thing. Fucking her is something else."

"You'll get your turn."

Matt rubbed her clit with his thumb as he fucked her. He bent down and licked her other nipple.

"Not as responsive as I'd like, but still a fucking... oh."

Another torrent of juice came sliding through the pussy. Matt found himself slipping more easily in the pussy now, still tight, but so wet. So perfect.

"Don't come in her, man. That wouldn't be right."

"I know... that's fucked up. But she's so nice... so.... Ah!"

Matt pulled out and shot his wad on her clit. His cock was dripping wet with her juice. He picked up the towel and wiped her off. Her body twitched as he touched her sex again. 

Then Matt straightened up, wiped his member with the towel, and walked over and untied Josh.

Matt went into the kitchen and Josh heard another beer pop sound.

Josh gathered up Katie's clothes, then picked her up off the chair and took her into his bedroom.