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Rhea

By: Goldeniangel



"Earthday," Alex muttered as he forcefully jammed dirt around the tree he was planting. "What's the point anymore?"

He felt saddened and frustrated, as this was the first year that he was doing the spring planting on his own. In high school he'd been part of a an energized group of friends that went out every spring and planted trees in honor of earth day. They'd done other things to help try and "green" their community, such as starting a recycling program and encouraging people to turn of their lights and not use as much electricity. Even something as simple as their "Turn Off Your Water" campaign, encouraging residents to not run water while brushing their teeth and doing the dishes, except for when necessary, had made a marked difference in the community.

When they'd left for college, obviously they'd gotten spread out and hadn't been able to do as much... still they'd left a lasting impact on the community. Even his Dad, who used to run the water the entire time he brushed his teeth, was finally turning off the water in between wetting his brush and spitting. Those little things added up the more people did them. But he and his friends had returned home every Earth Day to plant trees, hoping that maybe that little touch on the world would help make the air cleaner and make up a little for the acres of trees that were cut down every year.

Now, at the age of 29, he was the only one who had come back this year. Everyone else had moved on, to marriage and families or busy careers... he was the only one who still cared. Who still looked to the future of the whole human race instead of just his own individual future. Maybe it was because he hadn't found a woman to settle down with, and couldn't even begin to think of what his dream career would be... but even if one day he found his dream career AND the woman of his dreams, he hoped that he wouldn't forget the earth. He hoped that he would raise his children to look hundreds of years into the future, instead of the measly two or four that politicians do.

His tan hands packed the dirt around the base, and then he moved on to the next hole that he'd dug and the next slim sapling sitting with its roots wrapped beside it. Sighing he glanced up at the sky. It was going to be getting dark soon. 

"Would you like some help with that?"

Alex looked up into mossy green eyes, framed by thick dark lashes, and nearly gasped. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Tall, with lush curves that somehow reminded him of rolling hills, with valleys that he immediately wanted to burrow into. Her face was a perfect oval, with naturally red lips, and those fantastic, intense eyes. Long mahogany hair curled in graceful waves about her face, and waterfalled down her back. Even though she was wearing a conservative beige "Save the Earth" hemp t-shirt and blue cotton shorts, there was almost something wild looking about her, although Alex couldn't define it. It was almost as though the air pulsed around her. For a moment, he was put in the mind of the Grecian goddesses' statues that he had seen while on vacation.

"Uh, sure," he stammered, realizing that he was staring and still hadn't answered her question. Her lips curved up into a dazzling smile. "Thanks."

The beauty knelt beside him, helping him pack in the dirt around the sapling once he'd placed it in its hole. He watched her from the corner of his eye, and realized that he couldn't figure out her age. It might have been near his, but the gentle way she patted the earth around the tree's roots was almost motherly... and sometimes she looked like she might be even younger, possibly in her early twenties. 

"So, ah, I'm Alex," he said, trying to strike up a conversation.

She smiled at him, and he felt his heart leap in his chest, which was surely an overreaction. "You may call me Rhea," she murmured.

"Do you do this often?"

"Very."

Alex was a little taken aback by her terse answer, but he felt strange working next to this gorgeous stranger in silence, so he just started babbling.

"I come out here every year. I've been doing it since high school. My friends and I did all sorts of things, trying to save the earth for the future, look ahead to when our children's children's children will be walking around, trying to make things good for them. We came out here every year. Course, funny thing, now that some of them actually have kids it's like they're forgetting everything that we wanted to do for them. Well, not everything, but I would've thought more of them would have wanted to come out with me. It just starts to feel kind of useless though, when you believe in what you're doing, but you're the only person doing it and everyone else has abandoned you."

"But you still came." Her voice was thoughtful, yet encouraging. Alex nodded, blushing, realizing that he was venting his problem to a complete stranger. He gave the soil one last pat, and looked up, ready to move on to the next tree -- he still had 8 to go -- when she put her hand on his. 

The touch was electric, it sizzled up his arm and through his nerves, and he suddenly felt as invigorated as if he'd just woken up from the most refreshing night of sleep in his life. Energy pulsed through him, and his lips parted with shock as he practically panted for breath, the difference in his body was so stunning. His head snapped towards her, and suddenly her red pouty lips were on his, her tongue pressing into his mouth.

With any other girl, at any other time, Alex would've been repulsed. He had a sex drive of course, what guy didn't, but he liked his liaisons to have emotional meaning. There was very little enjoyment for him in sex with a stranger. But he wasn't repulsed. He didn't stop to wonder how many other guys she'd been with, whether or not she'd been tested -- he didn't even stop to consider whether or not he needed protection.

The sweetness of her kiss overwhelmed him; she tasted like complex wine, like cherries and blackberries, earth and smoke, cedar and chocolate. He found himself gathering her slender body into his arms and pulling her onto his lap, her arms and legs wrapping around his body and pulling him close to her. Fingers traced tingling circles on his back, making him shudder with desire as all her softest parts pressed against him. 

The touch of her skin against his was like smoothest silk, and he realized with shock that they were both naked, although he was sure that neither of them had removed their clothing. Rhea pushed his shoulders down, before he had time to think, and she was straddling him, her hair creating a mahogany curtain around their faces, enclosing them into their own tiny world.

Her kisses burned a path from his neck to his nipples, and he felt his dick rising up and pulsing against the satiny expanse of her thigh. Bucking his hips, he tried to reach the apex of her legs with his body, to no avail. Soft laughter was his only answer, as her nails raked down the sides of his torso, and he groaned deep in his throat. No woman had ever had this effect on him before.

Looking up at her, it seemed as though her face had aged somehow, there was wisdom there that he hadn't noticed before, a kind of comforting presence that made him feel safe, even though he knew he was about to have unprotected sex with a complete stranger. She was the most desirable woman in the world at that moment, and yet he felt as at home with her as he would have his own mother.

Alex raised his hands to her heavy breasts, hefting them in his hands and squeezing the soft flesh. Rhea let out a moan and arched her back, pushing them against his hands. Her thighs were splayed over his body, and he moved his hips up and down, rubbing his cock against the wetness of her womanhood. Suddenly she leaned forward, letting her breasts hang down in his face, and he lifted his head a little so that he could take the sweet rosebud of her nipple between his lips, rolling it with his teeth. 

Somehow, without moving her hands from either side of her head, Rhea's body was lined perfectly with his, and as he suckled at her breast, she began to press the head of his cock into her warmth. Alex gasped against her flesh as she began to sheathe him in her wetness; it was like slowly sinking into a bed of molten lava, the inside of her body was almost too hot to bear, and yet it was the most amazing sensation he'd ever felt in his life. 

"Oh god," he groaned, his hands closing hard on her breasts as she bottomed out, taking the whole of his dick into her self. It was almost as if every fiber of his being had focused on his groin, on the intense heat that had wrapped itself around him.

Then Rhea began to raise and lower herself on top of him, and he almost screamed with pleasure. Each thrust, each time she sheathed his dick in her, each movement was filled with more ecstasy than he'd ever experienced during orgasm, and yet he wasn't cumming yet. Rhea rocked back onto her heels, bringing him to a 90 degree angle, and she began to bounce and grind on top of him, her breasts and hair moving with her gyrations. Panting, Alex put his hands on her hips, trying desperately to keep up with her. Her red lips parted as she moaned, and he moaned in unison, feeling as though the head of his dick was so far inside her that it was forcing the moans out of her mouth. 

His bucking beneath her became more wild as the overwhelming ecstasy began building even higher, spiraling around him as he became a mindless quivering mass of pleasure. Even when his eyes were closed, they burned with the image of her ivory skin, her flowing hair, as though he could see her superimposed on the back of his eyelids. Her breasts bounced enticingly, but he couldn't move his hands from the hard grip they had on her hips, he didn't have the mental capacity at the moment to even consider such a move. 

"Yes," her musical voice seethed through her teeth as she ground down on him mercilessly, his hips jerking beneath her as the cum in his balls started to boil. "Cum for me," she encouraged throatily, the sexiness of her voice caressing his ears, the way her fingers caressed his chest and nipples. "Cum for me."

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-" Alex let out a wordless cry, half despairing half triumphant as reached the top of the mountain of pleasure, and fell over the precipice. The wind rushed in his ears as his body spurted, the release of fluid shooting into her womb, relieving his muscles of their sprung tension. 

"Ahhhh..." Rhea echoed, a sigh of gratified pleasure, her own climax much quieter than Alex's. She stroked down the center of his chest with one finger, making his sensitized body jerk, and he whimpered with after shocks of orgasm, the overwhelming pleasure making his body almost too sensitive to touch. 

He gasped as she pulled herself off of him, his eyes taking a moment to focus. It was night, he realized, the stars were shining over them and... and the sapling were all planted. They were all planted, and no longer saplings. 

Alex sat up, looking amazed at the grove of trees he was now lying in. When he looked back to where Rhea had been standing, she was gone. If it wasn't for the fully grown trees, and the pile of his clothes folded neatly next to him, he would have sworn he'd been dreaming. 

When he to his car and turned on the radio, all of the stations were bubbling with news and callers, about the miraculous growth of plants that was happening. On his way home he saw multitudes of flowers in bloom, trees that he was sure hadn't been there before towering over roadways, lush grasses hugging buildings. Over the next few months he saw people trying to cut back at the greenery, trying to fight the plants that seemed to be fighting back... it was almost as though Mother Earth was pregnant with life, and was slowly re-covering the surface of the earth with her offspring of forests and beautiful nature. In time, humanity would adjust, and learn to live with it.

Rhea and Me



It was when I was eighteen that it began. Looking back, it was a casual word from our neighbour, Mrs.White that seemed to set things going.

I was out in our little front garden helping mum put in a plant, when Mrs.White stuck her nose over the low dividing fence and said, “Man of the house now, eh, Rhea?”

Mum smiled and I think I made some facetious answer like, “Well, boy of the house, anyway,” and no more was said at the time.

I don’t think it was only my helping mum in the garden that caused Mrs.White to make her comment. I’d left school just before I was eighteen and had been extremely lucky to get an electrical apprenticeship with a firm of contractors called “Electus.” This had started to make a difference in my and mum’s life.

I should explain about mum and me. 

I’ve never got the full story of how I came into the world, but from bits and pieces I have heard from mum and gran, I came to believe that mum was raped or seduced by an uncle when she was sixteen. By the time it was out in the open mum’s pregnancy was too far-gone for them to risk an abortion, so into the world I came.

It was not an easy world. At first, we lived at gran’s and grandpa’s place. I don’t remember anything about that, and by the time I became conscious of living anywhere, we were living in the small State Government house that we still live in.

The house was one of many occupying two streets in a large government housing estate. The houses in the two streets seemed to be reserved for women like mum. What are now called “single parents.” In addition, there were a few people like Mrs.White, mainly widows on the pension. We were all dumped in these houses to form one great heap of “social problems.”

At first mum got the single parent allowance, but being of independent inclination, when I started going to primary school, she got jobs cleaning, washing and ironing for well off people.

As a child, I didn’t realise just how hard mum worked, and how much she gave me and denied herself. It was not until later that I understood how all her clothes came from the Salvation Army Opportunity Shop. She never had anything new, except perhaps her underwear. My clothes were always new, and among all the other bills she had to pay, there were my school fees for compulsory extras, books and school uniforms.

Throughout my childhood, I was very close to mum. I used to tell her she was the prettiest mum in the world, and all that sort of thing. When I got into my teenage years, for a while I became an obnoxious little bastard and once or twice I made mum cry because of my nastiness. If I’d been mum, I think I’d have given up on me, but she never did. Even when I made her cry, she still seemed to love me.

I think one of the turning points for me, was when I was about sixteen, and we were visiting Gran. I was browsing through a photograph album and came across some photos of mum when she was a teenager.

They were pictures of a bright, gypsy faced young girl, staring full of confidence into the camera, a smile lighting up her very pretty face.

I looked from the photo across as mum where she sat talking to Gran. The dark hair and eyes were still there, and the slightly curving nose and full mouth, but it all looked tired. In the photo, she looked as if she had a fantastic figure, but now that too seemed tired - somewhat fragile.

At that moment, looking across at mum, I understood how much she had sacrificed for me, and I wanted to repay her. I foolishly thought, “I want to make her young again.”

It was after that time I tried to not be so obnoxious and started helping mum with little jobs around the place like the garden. Actually, we had a nice garden because mum was a keen gardener. Most of the other people in our street used their gardens as a sort of rubbish tip.

Another thing that I had become conscious of over the years, was that so many of the kids in our street had “Uncles” who came to live with them for a while, then left, only to be replaced a week or two later by another Uncle.

I used hear the sounds of the fights and squabbles in the houses around us, and the police having to come and break things up.

Mum never did anything like that. I did wonder about her sexual activity once I became aware of that aspect of life, but if she did anything with a man, it wasn’t at our house. If she did the whole street would have known about it, and the other kids would have said something to me. 

She was still a nice looking woman, even though she had that tired look, and I was suspicious about a solicitor she cleaned house for, but I was never certain.

As for me, well, I mucked around with a couple of girls at high school, but it was never really – well, comfortable, if you know what I mean?

The high school, like most of the area, was a bit of a social shambles. I overheard one of the teachers’ say to another teacher one day, “Coming into this place is like entering hell everyday.”

I was lucky compared to most of the kids in our street. None of us had any chance of going on to tertiary education, and jobs for teenagers were hard to get. They were particularly hard to get because as soon as a prospective employer looked at your address, they thought, “Can’t be bothered with kids from disadvantaged homes.” 

Some of the kids ran away from home and became street kids, and others, when they left school, hung around the shopping mall pinching old ladies handbags and stuff like that.

I was lucky because I was good at physics and maths, and I think it was this that got me the apprenticeship, plus the fact that mum made sure I was neat and clean before I went for the interview. Once I started the job and was getting the apprentice’s wage, things got easier for mum.

I remember the day I came home with my first pay slip. I rushed in and cuddled mum and dangled the slip in front of her: “Look mum, my first pay in the bank. It’s all for you.”

She looked up at me, and the tears started to well up in her eyes. “No, Alec,” she said, “let’s share it.”

So we sat down and discussed this sharing that worked out about a third for mum and the rest for me.

With money in my pocket I could have got plenty of girls, but instead, I did things like taking mum to see a film, and a couple of times bought her some new clothes. The trouble was, every time I did something like that, she wanted to cry.

The big thing was a car. I wanted a car so I could take mum out into the country. Of course, that was a long way off. With the little money she had earned, mum had learned to be very canny where finance was concerned. If she couldn’t pay cash for something, she went without. “I’m not throwing money away making interest repayments,” she would say.

I was influenced by her attitude, and started the impossible task of trying to save for a car. We still don’t have the car, but each year my wages increase, and when I have enough for a hefty down payment, I’ll take out a loan, perhaps with the bank.

So, back to where I started. It was my going to work, and seeing me helping mum in the garden, that prompted Mrs.Whites comment about my being the man of the house. 

I was not sure at the time whether Mrs.White was being humorous, or just a sentimental old lady who saw me as the son she’d always wanted. Actually, she had a son, but he was doing fifteen years in jail for robbery with violence. 

Mrs.White withdrew her nose from the fence, and nothing further was said at the time. It was only later that night while we were watching television, that mum said something.

She gave a throaty sort of laugh and said, “Do you feel like the man of the house, Alec?”

I laughed in turn, and said, “If I knew how the man of the house is supposed to feel, I might be able to answer that. As it is, I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, so I can’t say ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”

Nothing further was said on the subject that evening, and I suppose I didn’t expect it to arise again, but it did.

A couple of nights later mum and I went out to see a film. While we were sitting there, my hand brushed against hers – or it could have been the other way round, with hers brushing mine. Anyway, as our hands touched, she took hold of mine, and remained holding it for the rest of the film.

Now I want to get this straight with you. Mum was thirty-six at the time, and still a nice looking woman. With the money I’d started to bring in, she’d been able to give up some of her ironing jobs, and she was looking a lot less tired and anxious.

Even before she started to look better, I knew there were kids of my age who got horny over her. In fact, I’d had fight with one kids when I was fifteen because he said, “I’m going to fuck your mum.” I made sure he never tried.

As for me, I never really thought aloud to myself anything sexual about mum. I mean, I never thought to myself, “I’m going to fuck mum one day.” So it was a bit of a surprise, first, because mum wanted to hold my hand, and secondly, that I liked it so much, I started to get twitchy in the groin. On the bus going home from the cinema, mum sort of leaned against me as we sat together.

Arriving home after a seeing a film, we usually had a cup of tea before going to bed. We sat on the sofa in the lounge drinking our tea and chatting about the film we had seen. While we talked mum started to stroke my hand in what seemed an absent minded sort of way, and changing the subject she said, “It’s a pity you don’t know what a man of the house should feel like, Alec.”

A bit taken aback by the change in conversational direction, I asked, “Why is that, mum?”

She was looking at me with her eyes half closed, but from what I could see of them, the pupils of her eyes looked very large and shiny.

“Well you see, Alec,” she said in a sort of contralto, slow voice, speaking very softly, “Traditionally the man of the house had certain rights or privileges.”

I laughed. ”Better not let the feminists hear you say that, mum.”

She joined in my laughter and went on, “I did say ‘traditionally’, darling.”

Now mum did have affectionate terms for me like, “Sweetie” and “Love,” but she’d never called me “Darling,” before. I mentally registered the word, but went on, “What sort of rights and privileges.”

Mum didn’t speak for a minute or so, then said, “When you feel like the man of the house, you’ll know.” Then getting up rather hastily, she said, “Time for bed, I think.”

That ended the matter for that night.

Next day at work this subject of being the man of the house kept popping into my mind. 

I asked Doug, the electrician I was working with, “Doug, how do you know whether or not you’re the man of the house?”

He looked at me quizzically for a moment, then grinned and said ambiguously, “I suppose when you’ve got a woman of the house.”

I tried to press him to say more, but he just laughed.

That evening I took the matter up with mum, trying to get her to tell me about the rights and privileges. When she answered she looked strange – sort of soft and warm, and she took my hand again as she replied, “There will come a time when you’ll know the answer to that without being told. When you know the answer you’ll also know whether you want those rights, and if you do, whether you’re man enough to take them.”

I was feeling somewhat frustrated on two counts. First, because I did not seem to be able to get a direct answer to what I thought a fairly plain question. Second, because when mum took my hand it had been resting on my thigh, and she was now running her hand up and down my thigh, and I was getting horny.

I tried to take the matter up from another perspective.

“Mum, would you say you are the ‘Woman of the house’?”

“Since I’m the only female in the house, yes, I suppose I am the woman of the house. Why do you ask?”

“Well, that must mean that as I’m the only male in the house, I must be the man of the house.” 

She chuckled and looked at me in that half-closed eyes manner again. “Darling, if you’ve decided you’re the man of the house, then you must know what your rights are, and whether you want them or not, and if you do, whether you’re man enough to take them.”

I didn’t know about wanting my rights, but what I did want was to flee to my bedroom to masturbate. Mum’s slow massaging of my thigh had brought on a first class erection and with it a high level of sexual frustration. On the other hand, I was also frustrated by the obscure answers I was getting to my questions.

“Mum, why can’t I get a direct answer to a simple question?” 

“Which simple question, darling?”

Her hand seemed to be massaging very close to my erection now, and she surely must have been able to feel it.

“Mum, for God’s sake, what are these rights the man of the house is supposed have?”

All interest in the television had disappeared, and mum rose to go and turn it off. Turning from the set she stood looking at me for a moment, then spoke very slowly in a dreamy sort of way.

“Darling, do I have to lead you all the way?”

“What do you mean, mum, can’t you speak plainly?”

“Very well, Alec, you may hate me for this, but here goes.”

She raised the hem of her skirt until it rose above her thighs to reveal her crotch. She had no panties on, and there, open to my startled gaze, I saw a little bush of pubic hair running down to her neat cleft that seemed to be shining wetly.

“There you are, darling,” she whispered. “That’s for the man of the house. If you can see something you like, then it’s yours by right from now on.”

She moved towards me coming to stand over me as I sat on the sofa. She reached down to touch and hold my penis through my trousers.

My mouth had gone dry and I was shaking. I tried to speak, but only got out, “Mum…!”

“Is the man of the house man enough to take his rights, because I can see and feel what he wants? No? Perhaps the woman of the house has to help him?”

She pushed me on to my back and slid open the zip of my trousers. She drew out my penis, which by now had a throbbing erection, saying, “We’ll see what sort of a man you are,” she sat across me with legs wide, and dropping down, drew me into her.

I felt the moist warmth of her vagina embrace my shaft, gripping it with her vaginal muscle. The girls I had played around with had always felt soft and smooth inside, but mum’s vagina almost felt as if it had teeth. She gripped me with it and seemed to suck me into her. 

“Let it all go, darling, don’t hold back,” she was whispering. “Just put it all into me, it’s what you want.”

I didn’t need any encouraging. I felt the beautiful pain of my ejaculation building up, then with a moan I shot into her, grunting with every thrust of my discharge as she moved up and down on me with exquisitely slow movements. 

When I had finished, she continued to hang over me, my penis still inside her, as if unwilling to part from me.

“Better, darling?” she asked.

“Yes,” I gasped, not sure if all this was real or a dream.

“Good,” she said, ”Because you’re going to have to make me feel better a bit later. When you do, I’ll let you experience some of the other rights you have.”

She removed herself from me and flopped down beside me.

“I think you can do something for me right now she said.”

She took my hand, and drew it down to her sex, and making me extend my middle finger, she placed it on a little nub. It was what I later learned was her clitoris, and said, “Just move your finger gently round it, darling, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”

I began a circular movement round the place indicated, and she began to give little squeals and sighs, occasionally speaking my name: “Alec…oh Alec darling...oh darling…”

Suddenly I felt her become tense, and she started to moan, “Don’t stop, darling, don’t stop…”

Then as suddenly as she had tensed, she relaxed and started to shake all over, clinging to me and screaming, “Oh darling…oh darling…”

She came out with one tremendous shriek, and nestled softly into me making a sound like, “Ah…um…ah…um,” on and on.

She was soaking wet, and so was my hand, and with a final groaning sigh, she lay still.

“You can stop now,” she said weakly. “I’ve finished.”

She still held on to me, and she felt very soft and warm. I almost expected to hear a purr of contentment.

“Lovely, darling, lovely. More soon… When we go to bed.”

“Mum…?”

She cut me off.

“Surprised, darling? Surprised at mummy wanting you? Mummy is going to want more of you, so I hope you’ll want mummy, because mummy is going to make you pay up, my darling.”

“What do you mean, ‘pay up’?” I asked.

“Darling, I’m going to tell you some facts of life – or at least, some of the facts of my life.”

“You know the story of my uncle raping me?”

“Yes.”

“Well, he didn’t rape me. If anything, I raped him. I wanted him like hell, and I tantalized and tempted the poor man in every way I could. In the end he couldn’t hold back, and my God, didn’t we fuck!”

“I had no interest in him on a permanent basis; I just wanted to fuck a few times with an experienced man. I got pregnant with you, and that was the end of it. When my parents, your grandparents, wanted to report him, I told them the truth – that I’d done everything I could to get him to fuck me, and pointed out that I would say exactly that to the police if they were brought in.”

“That quieted them off. Of course, if the police had come into it, he would still have been charged because I was under age. I just made sure that didn’t happen.”

“And so, my darling, you came into the world and my life, and for a long time that was enough. I deliberately deprived myself of a man because I didn’t want to disturb our life together. Then when you went to high school there were a couple of men…”

“The solicitor?” I interrupted. 

“Yes, he was one, but for the last couple of years there’s a guy I’ve been hankering for. That guy is you.”

“Now we’ve introduced ourselves to each other in a new way, you, my darling, are going to pay the price for all the years I went without a penis in my vagina. This time, however, I shall not be fucking, I shall be loving. I hope you will be loving too. I’ll tell you why I shall be loving some time in the future. Are you man enough for it?…No, don’t answer that, we’ll find out as we go along.”

I was still somewhat dazed by the events and the revelation. I had just had sex with my own mother, and found it good. I had a strong feeling it was going to get even better.

Mum stood up and went on, “Let’s have a cup of tea, a shower, then bed. By the way, you’ll be sleeping in my bed in future, I’m not going to make love on that single bed of yours.” 

I’d often wondered why mum had a big double bed!

Tea drunk, the showers began. In all the years we had been together, I had never seen mum naked before. It was a very pleasant sight. Her breasts are not overly large, but nice and firm. The nipples are a light brown and are surrounded with darker brown circles. 

Her facial complexion is dark, as if she has a permanent suntan, and this extends over her whole body. As I said earlier, she has a gypsy look.

Her neck if long and slender and her near black hair flows down it to cascade over her slim shoulders. She is slender but swells out smoothly at the hips in a way that makes me want to grasp them and pull her to me.

Her legs are long and tend to be thin, but when she wraps them round me, I can feel their strength. 

As we washed each other’s genitals, both of us got worked up again and mum got me to come into her standing up with the water still splashing over us. That meant another round of genital washing.

When we got into bed I already had another hard and mum was pressing her self against me, so I was sure she was ready for another round of loving.

She came over me and started to kiss me pushing open my unresisting mouth with her tongue, and began some exploration.




Rhea and Me



When she broke away she said softly, “Now then, you sexy beast, I know you’ve been groping a few girls, but mummy is going to teach you properly.”

With that, she took one of her breasts into her hand, and holding it so that the nipple was extended, she said, “Suck me, darling.” While I sucked on her nipple she drew my hand down to her sex, and I was circling her clitoris with my finger again.

Mum was well and truly in command, and this suited me. I was game to do anything with her or to her, but I’d let her point the way.

I felt her fingers close over my foreskin, and she began to jiggle it rapidly back and forth over the crown of my penis, producing a feeling of intense pleasure, so much so that I almost came. But mum must have felt my approaching orgasm because she stopped.

“No you don’t,” she said, “There’s a couple of other things we’ve got to do before we get to that.”

She shoved me over on my back, and sitting across me pushed her slit up to my mouth.

“Lick me there,” she commanded.

This was something entirely new to me, and I was not sure I cared for the idea, but mum was in command.

She dropped her slit onto my mouth, and I could smell her vaginal odour, and began to taste her fluid. Very soon I found myself enjoying it, especially when she got her hands behind my head, and began to jerk her cleft over my mouth. Then she started her crying out again. 

She was dragging my head tight to her, and the juice was pouring out of her all over my face. She was screaming out my name again, “Oh God, Alec…Alec…don’t let it ever stop…Oh God…”

It did stop, and as soon as it did, she had my shaft in her mouth, sucking and licking her way up and down it. I was already right on the edge, so I blew into her mouth. It was my turn to make a noise as she tried to swallow the cum I was spurting into her.

When I finished, she was over me, kissing me again, but this time we tasted a cocktail of our emissions. 

Our faces, groins and the bed were a hell of a mess. I was moaning out, “I love you mum, I love you…” Mum was crying with whimpering little sobs. Both of us were gasping for breath.

When we’d recovered a bit mum asked, “Well, darling, do you know what your rights are now?” 

We both laughed weakly and I answered, “Yes, and I’ll be enforcing them very frequently.”

“You’d better,” she said.

After that, it was bed linen changing time, a shower, then another, longer and less energetic coupling, then sleep.

In the morning I cursed the fact that I had to go to work, but I did manage to grab mum before she got out of bed, and took charge myself this time. It was nothing spectacular, just something to see us through the day.

In the past it had never occurred to me, that mum was such a needy person, sexually speaking. She was home when I arrived back at the house, and I didn’t even have time to change or have a shower.

She almost dragged me to the bedroom, shedding her clothes as she went. I tried to get out of my garments, and nearly did myself an injury tripping over my half way off trousers.

When she did drop onto the bed it was with her lying face down, her feet on the floor, legs wide open. She laid a finger on the pink opening to her anus and said, “Take me there, Alec.”

She pushed her fingers into her vagina, and then began to smear her juice over and into her anus. Then she felt my crown, and getting her fingers wet with my pre-cum, she worked that around and into her anus.

“Come into me now, Alec,” she said, “But slowly at first. I haven’t had one as big as yours in me before.”

This was another first for me, so I approached it cautiously.

Pressing the tip of my penis against her anus, I gradually increased pressure until it started to slide in. I pushed in slowly, stopping to make sure mum wasn’t experiencing any pain, then, once I’d got my full length into her, I moved gently up and down.


Mum said in a muffled voice, “Give me your hand, darling.”

I put my hand in hers, and she moved it to her vagina, and asked me to do my little trick round her clitoris.

Soon I was riding her hard, and she was bucking in rhythm with me. I was the first to come, and shot my load into her.

Once I’d finished I continued working on her clitoris until she was screaming and heaving with an almighty climax.

When it was over I pulled out of her and we both lay on the bed for a while. 

“Hungry, darling,” asked practical mum.

“Do you mean for food, or…”

“Yes, food. The other can come later. Come on, let’s shower.”

The “other” did come later, but not all that much later. As soon as we had cleared up, mum took me by the hand and pulled me to the lounge room.

“Undress,” she commanded.

I obeyed while at the same time enjoyed watching her self-revelation.

Once stripped mum lay on the carpet and said, “Come and kiss me, Alec.”

I began kissing her, and in no time, we were running the whole gamut of lovemaking preliminaries. Then there was another new experience for me.

Mum got me sitting across her chest with my penis between her breasts. She put her hands on the sides of her breasts and folded them over my shaft. It was a wonderful warm, soft feeling that nearly drove me out of my mind.

“Move up and down in my cleavage,” mum said.

I began to move, and quickly I shifted her hands aside and I began squeezing her breasts over my length.

Her cleavage was wet with my pre-cum and Mum was panting with ecstacy and saying. “Come over me, shoot it over me.”

I didn’t need telling. The sperm shot out of me like a shell from a gun. It not only flooded her cleavage, but splashed onto her face as well. With her fingers she tried to wipe up the semen on her face and then licked it off.

When I had fired off my full complement of love fluid, I sat there languidly, both of us looking into each other’s eyes.”

“I love you, Alec,” she murmured.

“And I love you, Rhea,” I responded.

It was the first time I had ever called her by her name. In the situation, it seemed inappropriate to call her, ”mum.” Our relationship had changed. We were now lovers as well as mother and son.

Having begun this new relationship, we had no desire to stop it. We were both infatuated with each other, and in the early stages of our sexual union, we could barely leave each other alone.

It was an amazing thing, but Rhea seemed to grow younger and more beautiful every day. I told her so and asked if it was because of the sex we were having.

“Partly that,” she said. “But more importantly, it’s because I feel I am loved.”

She was right about that. As much as I may have loved her as a mother, I was now deeply in love with her as a woman. Any thought that there might come a time when we would not be together, not making love, was anxiety provoking.

This uneasiness was overcome only to be replaced with another.

One evening Rhea and I had been enjoying each other on the lounge room carpet, when she said, “Darling, you’re going to be a daddy.”

Not grasping the implication of what she was saying, I made a bit of joke of what she had said.

“Daddy to whom, you?”

“No, I mean daddy to the baby I’m going to have.”

I sat up rather suddenly, a cold shiver running through me.

“You mean you’re…your going to have…you’re pregnant?”

“Yes, darling. Why else do you think I’ve been having unprotected sex with you?”

“But I didn’t know… you never said…”

“No, I have been cheating, haven't I?”

“You mean you actually wanted me to make you pregnant?”

“Of course.”

“But why?”

“Well, darling, I wanted to have another baby before I got too old for it, and I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather have it with. Aren’t you just a little bit pleased?”

I was utterly confused, but through the confusion, a bit of male pride started to make itself felt. Yes, I was a “little bit pleased”. In fact, as I began to calm down, I decided I was a big bit pleased. Rhea was going to have my (careful Alec) “our” baby.

“You’re sure…really sure, Rhea?”

“As sure as I can be until I see the doctor.”

“Bloody marvelous, Rhea. We’re going to be a proper family…er…will you be okay…I mean…you’re not…”

“Too old?” she said, finishing my question. “No darling, and we could probably have a couple more if we wanted them.”

I decided I’d like to think about that, so leaving aside the matter I kissed Rhea and said, “Thank you, my love.”

“It’s my pleasure,” she said with a smile.

“And mine,” I responded, returning her smile.

To prove the point, we took up where we had left off, but this time it was an unusually long and tender act of love.

After Amelia was born, Rhea and I agreed that one more baby would be nice, and that is where the matter stands at the moment. Rhea has not got pregnant yet, but we are having a lot of fun trying.

In case you are interested, my grandmother, grandfather and Mrs.White next door, still haven’t worked out who daddy is. They think Rhea has been having it off with some guy she cleans for, like the solicitor, and I think they feel bit sorry for me having to put up with the situation. 



Rhea Takes The Train



Married in the thirties, with a bubbly kid and a boring workaholic husband is perhaps the story that most contemporary women can relate to.

Born to affluent parents meant, I never had to struggle for anything. It also meant I could never experience real happiness. Whatever I required, I had to just ask and I would have it.

In such environment, life breezes by. Before you know it, you complete college, close friends fade away, join the corporate world, work your butt off to a managerial role, get married to your prince charming and realize the prince doesn't have the time for you, bear a child that requires you all the time.

And somewhere through this, you sacrifice. Sacrifice your little joys, your simple wants, yourself. 

At such a juncture in my life, came the train journey that promised to change my life, forever. The cyclonic storm forced my flight to be cancelled, and I had to book myself on the first train available, as I couldn't have afforded to miss the board review, where I had to present a new product from my team.

Having lost touch with the railways, I stumbled onto the busy platform with my suitcase in one hand and the laptop dangling from my left shoulder. The stretch of people that started in front of me seemed endless. I panicked.

For a second, I lost my mind. I had no consciousness of where I was and why I was there. I let the suitcase go from my grip and it fell down on the hard tile with a thud. I blinked and then regrouped myself.

I dragged myself to a bench and closed my eyes for a couple of minutes. This is just a sixteen hour train journey that will fly by. I convinced myself that everything is going to be alright and stood up.

I went to the boarding display and identified my train. I went to the platform and was glad to see the beautiful blue train sitting alongside it. 

Childhood memories flashed by with me holding my dad's hand and singing to my favourite song, that I often forced my dad to sing along.

I smiled at the thought, just as I reached my coach. I got into the first class compartment and slowly found my place. Things have changed since I last took the train.

The bay was more spacious back then but the cushions and the interiors have definitely improved. It was a four seater with a couple of bottle holders, a huge tinted window, power sockets for laptops, rich textured curtains, a magazine holder and a surprisingly plush table.

I locked my luggage in the little cabinet under my seat and relaxed into my seat. The white cotton trousers I wore along with my striped formal shirt made me feel light and I was smiling, almost enjoying the unexpected luxury of train travel against the congested seats I usually get on my flights.

The ticket collector came by, checked my ticket and looked blankly at my opposite seat. I glanced at the seat wondering if he was able to see somebody I couldn't. Having noticed my bewilderment, he explained he was expecting another passenger to join at my station.

I shrugged my shoulders. He gave a calming smile, bowed to me and left the cabin. That never happened before on the flights. I picked up a magazine from the stand just as the train started to pull away from the platform.

Out of nowhere, a woman, maybe a good five years younger to me, burst into my cabin, panting. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was completely out of breath as she sat down. 

She was about 170cm tall I guessed, some two inches taller to me, broad shouldered with an awesomely beautiful face with sharp features. Oh those lips! Angelina Jolie would've suffered from serious inferiority complex looking at them. Pouted and full of life, they looked like sweet candy.

She was not slim, but had it right in all the right places I felt. She was wearing a girly top with front buttons with a flowery print all over. Her hair was thick and short, yet beautiful, like that of Princess Diana, although this one's all black.

She wore denim jeans that fit to her legs beautifully, accentuating her wide hips. Before you start getting ideas and let your imagination run wild, I wasn't into women. But she was definitely the kind for whom I could change my preferences perhaps.

I poured water into a glass, readily available on the table, and offered her. She grabbed it and drained it down her throat in three big gulps. She closed her eyes and rested her head back on the backrest of the seat.

She slowly regained colour in her face and opened her eyes. She smiled and I melted. That was the most amazing smile that ever hit me. I smiled back and said, 'Hi. Rhea here.'

I offered her my hand, which she shook as she said, 'Margaret. Friends call me Mag.' Husky was an understatement to describe her voice.

I looked on expecting her to explain her wild entry. She laughed looking at the expression on my face and said, 'Well, I lost my bag in the station. Just had enough time to lodge a complaint at the police cell before I could jump into the train, just as it was leaving. Luckily I still have my wallet and my ticket in my pocket.'

She took it out and yelped, 'Eek. They are wet from all the running I did. I'm so sorry Rhea. I'm sweating like a pig. I wish I had my bag.'

I gave her a comforting smile, put my hand on hers and said, 'Don't be embarrassed honey, shit happens. Just relax for a while.'

She smiled back and laid her head back on the headrest. Sweat continued to trickle from her face in spite of the air conditioning. Man, this girl does sweat a lot.

She opened her eyes and said, 'Mind if I get a little comfortable with my dress? I can't stand it.' Without waiting for my consent, she opened the buttons on her top and gave me a shock. She wasn't wearing a bra. And she was definitely not built to go without one.

She was lucky her top was thick else with her sweat, her nipples would've been clearly visible through it. She had a sexy cleavage even though she was not wearing a bra. Her top parted in between to show her lovely moulds with either side just stopping at her nipples.

Sweat droplets glistened on her fair skin on her breasts. I was never attracted to women. Not even tried it at college, where everyone experiments. Wasn't in the least interested even to look at my friends while we showered together. I was so hetero. And here I was, gawking at a complete stranger on a train. So much for a dull marriage.

Through the next ten minute or so, I learnt she's an architect. She was going home to her parents. She used to be an athlete at school but career took priority and the good things faded. She still liked to dance and pub occasionally. Gee, this girl talks a lot.

Fifteen minutes of air conditioning and her getting 'comfortable' with her dress didn't seem to improve things for her. She was still sweating and even her thick top was getting wet. And I was strangely getting aroused at the sight.

I could feel my nipples standing up. I hoped it was because of the air conditioning. But I knew it wasn't the reason.

I hesitantly ventured, 'Mag, you are still sweating. I guess you need to get out of that jeans. You can take my night pants if you don't mind.'

She gave that magic smile again. 'Thanks Rhea. That will be great.'

I took my suitcase out, opened it and handed her the night pants. I expected her to go to the restroom to change. Instead, she just stood up, turned away from me and unzipped her jeans.

She pulled the jeans off her hips and struggled to get it off her full thighs. Her black panties slipped a little showing the top of her ass crack. It was the most erotic sight. I kept looking at it not caring if she would notice.

She finally managed to get her jeans away and got into my night pants. She pulled the night pants up her thighs with difficulty. I realized then how slim I was compared to her. I wished I was built like her. Oh those thighs. 

Finally she managed to get the pants till her hips but it was impossible to get the pants over them. She turned around, smiled sheepishly and said, 'Guess they are a little tight for me. I'll try without the panties. You mind?'

My night pants over a stranger's private parts without underwear. And all that sweat. Mind screamed 'Yes I mind!'. I somehow said, 'No Mag, go ahead! I'm ok.'

She took the pants away and put them on the berth. She then pulled off her panties as if she was taking off a glove or a hat, crumpled them and put them inside the pocket of her jeans.

No wonder my pants didn't fit her. Her ass was magestic. All curvy and so fleshy. I suddenly wanted my hands on them. And more. I was losing it. If she was smaller than me, perhaps I would've entertained thoughts of even raping her.

And that ass crack. Splitting her cheeks perfectly, the line looked like a painter's dream. The dream burst as she pulled my pants over her hips and she sat down. 'Rhea, I can't thank you enough for this. I feel like in heaven now. I shouldn't have come in jeans in the first place.'

'No problem Mag. You got great hips by the way,' I managed. 'Ha. Thanks Rhea. I do get that compliment often from men. But to get it from a woman as beautiful as you is an honour.' She patted her left buttock and said, 'Am sure they are happy too.'

I smiled back at her. She picked up a magazine and began to read. I looked into my magazine as well but my mind was filled with images of her ass. Those awesome curvy cheeks. 

I looked up and that face looked so lovely with the hair on her forehead falling over her eyes. I let my glance fall lower and was delighted to a part of her left nipple poking out of her shirt. Thank you God! 

I ogled at it for a minute that seemed like a second and then said, 'Mag, your shirt opened a bit wide.' She looked up at me and then at her shirt and quickly covered the nipple. 'Sorry Rhea. It was almost as if I was seducing you. Am happy there aren't any men around. I would've been raped by now. So much for my bag getting lost,' said Margaret.

'Yeah I know. I would definitely have raped you by now if I was a man.' I said that? Oh my, she is going to run away now.

'You are funny', she laughed. Just that the train screeched to a halt. I looked out and we were in the middle of nowhere. We looked at each other and wondered what happened. We sat for a while and when forty minutes passed with the train not moving an inch, I got up and went out of the cabin.

I found the ticket collector in the adjoining coach and when I reached him, he was already explaining the situation to curious passengers around him. 'There is a national power grid failure. The North West region of the country is blacked out. It could take three hours perhaps for the power to resume. The backup power will last about an hour maybe in the train. We are twenty miles from the nearest town. You can walk the distance or stay with the train. You can apply for a refund at your destination station.' 

The crowd erupted in agony at the ticket collector who tried pacifying them, but I understood the situation. Nothing much he could do. Definitely he can't produce electricity.

I walked back to my cabin and explained the situation to Margaret. 'Oh damn! What a wretched journey. First my bag and now power failure,' Margaret put her head in her hands and closed her eyes blurting a few usually censored abuses.

'What shall we do?' I asked.

'You tell me. What will you do?' she asked back.

'I surely can't walk twenty miles. I guess I'll just wait.'

'I feel the same.'

So we waited. We waited hoping the power will return. Slowly the hour passed. And then first the air conditioning went away. And slowly the lights flickered off. The cabin was dark but for the little light coming from the window.

I saw the dim form of Margaret stand up and lock the cabin door in the dusk light. She returned to her seat opposite me and said, 'I really don't want to be raped.' We laughed together. 

With the air-conditioning gone, I began to sweat as well. Knowing that she won't mind I announced, 'I'm getting out of my dress. Can't get the pair spoiled.' I stood up and took off my shirt and then wriggled out of my trousers. By now the cabin was pitch dark. 

I had a satanic thought and felt an adrenalin rush. I unhooked my bra and put it on the seat along with my dress. And then I stepped out of my panties and they joined the heap. I sat back on my seat with folded legs. I was naked with a stranger and she has no clue about it.

I put my head back and closed my eyes.

'Rhea?' said Margaret. I opened my eyes and looked in the direction of her voice. 'Yes Mag?'

'I'm a little scared of darkness. It is OK I sit beside you?'

Shit! What if she touched me and realized I was naked? I didn't have the time to put back my clothes and then reply to her. I had to confess, 'Mag, actually, I'm not wearing any clothes.'

'I'm aware. You didn't take any out of your suitcase. I don't mind that.'

'You don't understand Mag. I'm not wearing any clothes at all. Not even my underwear.'

She exclaimed, 'Wow Rhea! What made you do that?'

'I don't know Mag, just felt like doing that in this hot cabin. And since the lights were out, I didn't think I needed to inform you. I apologize. I thought I would stay this way for sometime and then wear them back.'

She giggled, 'That's actually interesting. I'll get out of my dress too. Don't want to spoil your night pants with my sweat either.'

I heard her clothes ruffle and then she sat down next to me on my seat. The thought that she was as naked as I was excited me beyond imagination. I was burning hot and I was sure my pussy was drenched. My armpits were soaked from the sweat and my whole body felt like I was in a steam bath. 

I imagined what she would be like in this state.

'Mag?' I called out slowly.

'Yes Rhea?' came her voice very close to my ear in a husky whisper. It was too close to my ear.

'Just checking where you are,' I responded.

'Do you want to check me more?' asked her while her finger touched my shoulder. Then her finger traced down my sweat hand along my bicep, elbow onto my wrist and held my fingers in hers.

'I don't know Mag. I never did this.'

'Don't worry, you won't regret it. Did you like watching my sweaty body?'

I gripped her fingers hard.

'Did you like watching my ass?' she added as she took my hand and kissed it with those lovely lips. They felt like wet cotton.

'Did you dream of licking me?'

'No. No I didn't,' I managed to say.

'Do you want to?'

I didn't say no. I just looked on into darkness with lust filled eyes. Yes I wanted her. I wanted to lick her, eat her and devour her. I wanted this woman so bad.

I felt her soft big breast on my shoulder. And then that poking nipple. She put her hand over my shoulders and turned my head towards her. Her sweaty, surprisingly hairy armpit was on my shoulder. I could feel her wetness.

Her breath was hot as I felt it on my face and she said, 'Rhea! Can I take you?'

I again didn't say no. I couldn't resist her.

Her lips found my cheek, licked a little with her tongue as they traced a path to my lips. She parted my lips with her tongue and I lost all inhibitions with that touch.

I opened my mouth and sucked her tongue into my mouth. She yelped at the unexpected aggression and winced. I held her head with my hands and said, 'Yes Mag, I want you. I want your boobs. Your lips. Your ass. Your pussy. I want you all.'

I talked with my lips playing with her lips. She held me closer and her saliva poured into my mouth. I loved the taste of it and sucked on her even more.

My hands moved onto her back and I the sweat was amazing. It made her back slippery and lovely to touch. I fell on her as I pinned her to the seat and our breasts met. Our nipples poked at each other.

I quickly grasped one in my hand and pressed it. I held it in my hand and brought my lips to it. I flickered my tongue on it and chewed it. She put her head back and enjoyed the sensation of my hot tongue on her sweaty breast.

When I'm done with her breasts I moved lower and licked her belly button. She yelped and said, 'Damn you Rhea. I didn't expect this animal in you.'

'I replied as I sat on the floor and put her thighs on my shoulders, 'You haven't seen half of it yet'. I leapt into her bush like a tiger and started to lick the hair. They were moist already in her sweat and I could smell the aroma of her pussy.

I shifted to her thighs on either side and licked and bit into them. I'm sure I gave her hickies that would last a week. I licked the crevices where her legs ended.

She pushed my head towards her pussy and said, 'Bitch. Lick me. Don't kill me with your teasing.'

I giggled as I put my hands under her legs and held her wet ass cheeks. I pressed them hard as I kissed her pussy lips with my lips. She was oozing big time. I kissed her hard.

Then I held one of her outer lips between my teeth and pulled at it. She was panting now. The aroma got muskier and then my teeth were welcomed with lovely juice that spurted out of her. I licked it all and dove in.

My tongue ventured in and out of her as my finger played with her clit. I moved my tongue slowly in circles my lips grazed on her outer lips. I dug deep inside as far as I could go and it was a waterfall I was wading through.

With my other hand I caressed her ass and traced her ass line with the side of my hand. 

'Inside. Inside.' She panted.

I obliged and put my hand inside her ass while I devoured on her pussy lips.

'Touch it Bitch. Touch it. Touch it please.'

My little finger hovered around her asshole for a little while before touching it. It tried to suck me in. I didn't know it was possible.

I allowed her and she grinded my ass on my finger till my finger got in. With my tongue deep in her pussy and my finger playing with her ass, she erupted with a scream.

She drenched my face with her squirt and I had to close my eyes so that it didn't go in. She continued to wriggle her ass as I sucked on her pussy and three minutes into it she held my face in her hands and brought it to her lips.

She hungrily licked her squirt on my face and she was actually crying from the joy. I held her close to me and she managed, 'This is the best oral I ever had. Thank you Rhea. Thank you so much.'

'What's with Rhea? I thought my name was Bitch.'

She giggled as she hugged me close and said, 'I hope the power doesn't come back for another hour. I got work to do.'