0 comments/ 43343 views/ 7 favorites Needy By: PrincessErin Candace and Tristan walked hand in hand into the movie theatre. They smiled at each other and nuzzled each other's necks as they waited to get their tickets. They had decided on a horror movie, which was supposed to be very bad. All the movie critics had given the movie a bad review and since it was three o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon they figured there would be very few, if anyone at all, in the theatre. Candace was wearing a short jean skirt with black sandals. She had a tight black t-shirt on and her perky breasts were bouncing just a little too much, which told Tristan that she had conveniently forgotten to wear a bra. He loved her small breasts since they were perfect to suck on while she jerked him off or while she rode him. Her black hair was in two French braids and her blue eyes were framed by glasses that made her look like a librarian you wanted to fuck, not a geeky school girl. They chose to sit at the back of the theatre and Tristan sat down first. He was wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt. His brown hair was cut short and his blue eyes were full of lust as he stared at Candace's cute butt. "You had to wear the jean skirt didn't you?" Candace giggled. She sat next to him and crossed her legs. Her tight skirt slid up her smooth thighs and Tristan squirmed in his seat as his cock throbbed in his jeans. "Yes I did. I love it and so do you." Tristan leaned over and tugged on her braid to pull her close and kiss her. He nibbled her bottom lip and felt her hand slide under his shirt. They kissed for a while until they saw the lights dim and the movie began to play. "Are you wearing the black g-string I got you?" Tristan latched on to Candace's neck and was sucking hard on her skin. "Find out for your yourself." Tristan pulled her onto his lap and slid his hand under her skirt. His eyes went wide when he felt her smooth pussy and her sexy clit ring. "You slut!" "You love it." Tristan grinned and moved Candace to straddle his left thigh. He held her hips and let her ride his thigh. He knew that she was soaking wet and that his jeans would smell like her pussy. It was always so hot to smell his jeans before bed, knowing that his cum was deep inside her. Candace turned to look at the screen. She saw about five other people in the theater, two couples sitting on opposite sides of the theatre almost ten rows down and one lone person sitting almost in the front row. She knew that as long as they stayed quiet no one would notice. Tristan grabbed Candace's braids and wrapped his hands around them as he kissed her. It was a long passionate kiss and both of them moaned while their tongues played inside her mouth. Their tongue rings clinked against each other and the feel of her stud against the roof of his mouth drove him crazy. "I need you now." Candace grinned and turned to face the screen. She hadn't noticed that a younger woman had come in and was sitting three rows in front of them. The blonde woman turned and smiled at Candace as she settled herself on her boyfriends lap. Tristan had slumped down a bit so that Candace could sit on his hips and reach to undo his jeans. The woman stared at them as Candace unzipped his jeans and pulled out his massive cock. It was larger then normal and very thick. She wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it. "Oh baby that feels good." Tristan whispered against his girlfriend's ear. "Someone is watching us." Candace reached down and played with his balls, still stroking his cock. Her hand was covered in precum and she took a few licks to taste. "Who's watching us?" Tristan couldn't see since Candace was on top of him and his eyes were closed as he tried not to cum so fast. He had always been horny, but since he started dating Candace, he was a nympho. He had cum so many times in his pants just kissing her. He wanted it to last, for the first time at least. "She's about twenty with short blonde hair. She has big breasts and her eyes are glued to your cock." Tristan could only moan as Candace stroked him harder and faster. "Fuck, I'm going to cum. Inside you or I'll make a fucking mess." Tristan was breathing so hard and was trying to hold back. He could feel the cum rushing from his balls. He needed and wanted that cum inside her. Candace lifted up and sank down on his cock. The moment the tip of his cock entered her wet pussy he began to cum. Candace locked eyes with the blonde woman and smiled as she bit her lip and turned so she was leaning against the back of her seat watching the show. On the screen there was a gruesome murder scene that was so bad it was funny, but none of them were paying attention to it. Candace pushed down hard as Tristan's cum filled her pussy. She loved the feel of his cum inside her and knew he was still throbbing and needed to cum again. She bent her knees and placed her feet on the seats in front of her. Her pussy was exposed to the blonde woman and she knew her clit was throbbing. "Make me cum sexy. Make me cum hard." Candace was bouncing on Tristan's cock and was desperate to cum herself. She could see the blonde woman wiggling around and assumed that the hand under her was stroking her clit. Tristan gripped her hips and began to thrust hard and fast. His cock was slamming against her cervix and at each thrust she moaned softly. Candace reached down and pinched her clit hard. She began to cum and cried out loudly. On the screen there was another murder so the other people in the theatre didn't hear her, but the blonde woman did. "Harder. I need you now." Tristan planted his feet on the sticky floor of the theatre and thrust his hips up hard and fast. Candace was never this horny and he wasn't going to complain. He was close to cumming again and she was just getting started. Candace came again, harder then the first time. Tristan grabbed her hair and yanked her back to kiss her hard, muffling her moans. "I'm going to fucking cum now baby." Tristan held her down and pumped his hot cum deep inside her. Candace closed her eyes and didn't notice the blonde woman had orgasmed at the same time as Tristan and by the time Candace opened her eyes the blonde was gone. The movie was almost over. Candace and Tristan were sore and wet from all their orgasms. Tristan pulled her off him. He slid his sore cock back into his jeans. Candace fixed her skirt and grinded her wet pussy against his thigh a few times so she wouldn't be dripping. When the movie was over they stood up and exited the theater. They both smelled of sex and were grinning. Needy Little Fantasy Fuck I set a timer for 25 minutes and see what kind of fun I can have with my toys. Come be a sweaty mess with me. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (32 min/mp3) * * * * * Needy Mama O. K. Over the last couple of years I have sat down here at least a dozen times to tell my story. I have read a lot of stories on this and several other sites. (some of them are supposed to be true) I do not know of a site that does not require 'everyone' to be over the age of 18, Sorry! but real life just doesn't happen like that. I really don't know why I feel compelled to tell my story unless its that none of the stories I have read is anything like mine. Or comes even close. I am a woman now 63 years of age and my libido is through the roof. I now weigh 20 pounds more then when I married. and this is my story. I married my high school sweetheart six months after I graduated. Somehow I had managed to keep my virginity until I married. Robert, Rob to most people Robbie to me was a year ahead of me and had gotten a job in real estate. About three months after I graduated I got a job at a one man law firm. I was girl 'Friday'. Mr. Wilkins was a wonderful man and I really loved my job. Robbie and I married and moved into an apartment. With my regular salary, and Robbie's commissions (witch were sporadic) we were able to save a little each month Our sex life was great! The first year we made love all the time. We fucked like rabbits. Even though Robbie's job required him to work some evenings, and most weekends. Even if I was asleep Robbie would wake me up, and we would make love, really make love, and wind up fucking a couple of times. Then always in the mornings we would fuck again. After a couple of years it began to taper off until I was lucky to get it once a week. I had become so accustomed to having my orgasms on a regular bases I was constantly in a state of horniness. I thought about getting a dildo but if Robbie ever found it I would have died. One day at the grocery store I was getting some vegetables, when I suddenly realized that zucchini and cucumbers would make a great substitute for a dick. So, I was able to take care of myself for the most part. Then after being on the job for about three years Mr. Wilkins decided to retire. He gave me six months severance pay, witch I thought was more then fair. I admit that I went a little bit wild and spent money I really should have saved. Robbie was really great about giving me his checks and he got an allowance for his expenses. I paid all the bills. After all I was in charge of an office paying all of those bills, so it only made sense for me to pay our bills. It worked quite well until. I had been unable to get another job. After several months The money Mr. Wilkins had given me and our savings were gone. On the first when the rent was due I went to our landlord and told him that I was not able to pay the rent. I ask him if there wasn't something I could do around the office to at least make enough money to pay the rent. He said that he took care of everything himself. We talked for a while then when I was about to leave he said, "Mrs. Baker there is one position that I have an opening." I quickly said, "I'll take it!" "Mr. Oran said, "it is the position of mistress!" "WHAT?" "it is the position of mistress." "do you mean you want me to be your mistress?" "that is the only position I have open." "I don't think so!" As I was going out the door Mr. Oran said, "you have ten days grace then I expect the rent." The next ten days were pure hell! If we had to move, where would we move to? And we would have to come up with the first and last months rent plus the security deposit. What bothered me the most was that Robbie would lose confidence in me. Slowly it began to settle in on me that I only had one option. On the tenth I went back to see Mr. Oran and again ask him if there wasn't 'something' I could do to earn some money? Again he indicated that he didn't know of anything other then his offer. I ask him if the position of mistress was still open? "As a mater of fact it is. Are you interested in applying for that position?" "yes, do you want me here on your desk?" He looked quite shocked and said, "Oh my no, I will come to your apartment lets say next Tuesday at 11:00 AM. Will that work for you?" "yes, that will be fine." Tuesday morning I had doubts, butterflies, jitters, and just about everything else you could imagine. What if Robbie ever found out? I threw up then had to brush my teeth and the mouth wash. How does a mistress dress? I had no idea what I should wear. So I wound up wearing a robe with nothing underneath. I wanted to make it as convenient as possible, hoping it wouldn't take very long. Mr. Oran was right on time. I opened the door and he stepped inside and I closed the door, then turned to look at him. Would you believe, he was holding a bouquet of flowers. I could not help smiling. As I took the flowers, and went into the kitchen to get a vase. Mr. Oran stood quietly as I put the flowers in the vase and then faced him. He then reached out slowly and undid the belt to my robe, and pulled it apart. I detected a sharp intake of breath as he looked at me. I know what he was looking at. I am quite proud of my body. My tits are a full 'b' cone shaped. My belly is flat and I have a lush growth of pubic hair. Then he said, "Mrs. Baker I want you to have the opportunity to back out of our deal. This is the last chance" I stood looking at him for what seamed like forever, thinking about what was about to happen. I then reached out and took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Mr. Oran was a very gentle, and considerate lover. I thought that being a mistress meant he would just get on and thrust until he cum and that would be the end of that. But it wasn't like that at all. He took off my robe and lay me on the bed, and then he began to get undressed. I lay there watching him undress, still thinking, what in the world am I doing? Then he lay beside me and very gently kissed me, then again, and again. then down to my tits. He licked, kissed, and sucked, first one then the other. I'm not sure when it happened, but there was a finger in my pussy. He was kissing my body all over. My arms, my legs, my back, the inside of my thighs, then he was kissing my pussy! Robbie is very conventional when it comes to sex, and I was much the same way. I couldn't understand why Mr. Oran would even want to kiss my pussy. I really didn't know what he was doing. I know that in less then two minutes I started cumming. I don't think I had ever cum that hard. Then he moved up over me and I reached down to guide his dick into my pussy. He really took his time. I know he was enjoying it, and then I felt another orgasm starting to rise and, I began to thrust back against him, and then I was over the top, humping, moaning and groaning and that is when he drove his dick into me as deep as he could get it and started pulsing and shooting his cum into me. We lay for some time, both of us trying to get our breath. Then we got up and Mr. Oran got dressed, and I put on my robe. We sat in the kitchen and talked. Mr. Oran ask me if I wanted to continue to be his mistress. That he had been very pleased with me. I ask him what he had in mind. He said that he thought every other Tuesday would be sufficient to take care of the rent. We talked some more and I ask him if there wasn't something I could do to earn some money? He said that he would try to think of something. As we approached the front door he put his arms around me and kissed me deeply like lovers kiss. Then he reached under my robe and cupped my mound slipping a finger inside my pussy. He then said that he would be smelling that finger all the way back to his office. I had to smile. I then stripped the bed, and washed the sheets, and aired out the room. That is how it began. But a couple of months later, Mr Oran told me one day that he had a friend of many years who had lost his wife several years ago, and if I wanted him too he would introduce him to me. I asked him, "What are you talking about?" He told me that his friend could visit me on the Tuesdays that he didn't, and he would guarantee that his friend would be quite generous. I was shocked, and said, "No, I really don't think so!" Mr Oran said, "Look, I know you enjoy our get-together almost as much as I do. Trust me, your pussy won't wear out, it will only get better. Why not have some fun with it?" I thought about what Mr. Oran had said. Yes, it's true. I had become a bought woman. What difference does it make if I trade sex for rent, or trade sex for money. I am a whore! I cried for several days. But facts are facts, and a little bit of a whore is still a whore! Two weeks later, I asked Mr Oran if he still wanted to introduce his friend to me, and he smiled. "Are you sure you won't mind your friend fucking me?" "Not at all," he responded.. The following week, Mr Oran brought his friend by to meet me. He left us alone. His friend's name was Chester and he was really quite nice. We talked for about an hour, about just about everything. Chester said, "I think I need to tell you something." I just sat and looked at him. He stood up, and unzipped his pants, and let them fall. His shorts were next. Out from under his shirt came the biggest dick I had ever seen. I just sat there looking at it. I reached out and took it in my hand. Actually, I let it lay in my hand. As I handled it, it began to get hard. I said to Chester, "I doubt very much if this will fit into my pussy." He said, "I know, that is always a problem, but if you will just rub the head up and down between your lips it will feel so good." I stood up, and put my foot on the chair, and started rubbing the head against my pussy. It felt really good, and pretty soon my pussy was very wet. After a little, I put the head against my opening. I whispered, "Push a little bit." He pushed and, using both of my hands pulling his dick, I thrust myself over the head. Damn! That hurt, but I held on. I had the head and maybe an inch of the shaft inside me, so I just kept holding on. After a minute or so it didn't hurt so much, and I was thinking about trying to get a little more in me. Before I could do anything, I heard Chester say, "Oh NO! I'm going to cum!" His dick was swelling up and throbbing as he shot spurt after spurt into my pussy. I was so glad he didn't try to shove it deeper into me. I held his dick in my pussy for a couple of minutes until it began to get soft. Afterwards, Chester, and I talked. He told me if I could get my pussy to take all of his dick I could count on a thousand dollars every time. I knew I had my work cut out for me. I bought the biggest cucumbers I could find, and pretty soon, I was able to take all of Chester's monster dick inside of me. I am sure that it was during this time with Mr. Oran, and Chester, that I became addicted to 'dick'. Every time Mr. Oran fucked me, I would have several orgasms. And Chester. When Chester's dick was in me, I was filled as full as I could be, and I would have very powerful, long lasting orgasms. Sometimes, when I cum on Chester's dick, I would go a little crazy, screaming, and hollering, telling him how good it was. I began to look forward to my Tuesday appointments. Monday I could think of little else, and by Tuesday 11:00 am my pussy would be soppy. Suddenly, all the money had been replaced in our savings, and I was adding about eighteen hundred dollars every month. I felt really guilty about telling Robbie, that Mr. Oran had found me some work with a friend of his. I said, it's not steady work. I am doing it on a contract basis, so I don't work all the time, but when I do work, it pays really good Delete #yiv107141834 .yiv107141834ExternalClass .yiv107141834ecxhmmessage P {padding:0px;} #yiv107141834 .yiv107141834ExternalClass body.yiv107141834ecxhmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;} About three years after I had met Chester, Robbie called and said he wanted to take me out to dinner, and for me to get dressed up, because he wanted to take me some place nice. At dinner Robbie told me that he had found us a house, and he wanted me to look at it the next day. The next day we looked at the house. It was just perfect. We got so excited Robbie lay me on the floor, and we fucked like newly weds. We went home, and fucked some more. As we lay resting, trying to get our breath, Robbie said, "WOW!, I will tell you one thing woman. If you ever sell your pussy, don't sell it cheep, because you have the best pussy in the world". And here I was worried that he could tell I had been fucking Chester's monster dick. We bought the house, and moved. I said goodbye to Mr. Oran, and to Chester. Chester really took it hard. He said that he just knows he will never find another pussy that can take all of his dick. But such is life, we move on! Robbie suggested that now that we have our own home, and that his income had improved to the point that I no longer needed to work, he thought we should start a family. I agreed, So I went off the pill, and sure enough six months later I got pregnant, and nine months later a fine young man. Robbie refused to name him Jr, because he said that is exactly what his name would become, 'junior'. So we settled for Jeff. Jeff was almost four years old when I got pregnant again, and delivered a beautiful little girl. Robbie said that she was the spitting image of me. We decided on Mary. I don't know where the next six years went to. All the activity with the new house, and the baby, toddler, young boy, and wham!, Jeff was starting school. Jeff's first day at school, I wondered around the house not quite knowing what to do with myself. I even lay down with Mary, and took a nap! I also thought, now I can do some reading, so I did. Sure enough, my very first read involved some very erotic situations, and I began to get horny. I put my hand between my legs, and got myself off, but I continued to be horny, so I went to the kitchen, but I couldn't find anything that I could use. That is when I made a decision. I was only getting it about once a month now, sometimes not even then. So, I got dressed, loaded up Mary, and went to the grocery store. I vowed to never again be short of vegetables. Then Mary started to school, and I had even more time to myself. Every single day I would masturbate (sometimes two, or three times) using various veggies. Many times I would think about Chester's dick, and what it did for me, and I would cum long and hard. In a way, I really missed Chester. Robbie was a wonderful husband, and father but he just didn't seam to need sex like I did. Of course I was a good parent, attending every function of Jeff's, and Mary's school. Most of the time by myself, Because of the demands of Robbie's job, but not always. Robbie would be there every time he could. From the very first Jeff seamed to be a natural athlete, and was involved in soccer, baseball, and football mostly. I was 'SO' proud of him! When Jeff was 12 years old he went through a growth spurt, growing 9 inches in nine months, making him just a hair over 6' and 190 lbs. He played short stop on his baseball team, and I thought he was just the best ever. Most days I had to myself until jeff's, or Mary's extracurricular activities began. Then I was ether a soccer mom, or a baseball mom, or football mom. Sometimes Robbie would be able to join me, and then I wanted to be an milf. One evening, Robbie told me that watching me jump up and down, watching my tits bounce got him so horny, he couldn't wait to get me home. I think those were the times I lived for, but they became fewer, and fewer. I shouldn't complain, because Robbie was making really good money, and taking very good care of us. These are the things that impacted my life. But thinking back, I think probably the biggest impact was when my aunt (mothers sister) died. She had been fighting cancer for several years, and I think she finally just gave up. Of course I had to go to the funeral. Robbie could not go because he was working on several rather large deals, so the decision was made that I would take Jeff, and Mary. It was a 10 hour drive, so we left early, and got there that evening. The funeral was at 10:00 o'clock the next morning, with lunch at the church. This put us leaving about 2:00 in the afternoon. We figured we would just drive strait through, getting home around midnight. Well, you know how the best laid plans go! There was something on the highway, and I ran over it, and it punched a tire. Jeff changed out the spare, so we could get to the next town. Then we had to buy a new tire, and have it installed, and in this little one horse town that took a lot of time. We went to a little restaurant, and while eating we decided to get a room, and continue our drive in the morning. Just our luck, the motel only had one room with a double bed. We took it, as by now it was getting late. I ask the motel manager for a cot, but was informed that they were all in use. So, ok, you make do. We all got ready for bed, and all three of us crawled into that double bed. Of course I was in the middle. It wasn't something we had discussed, or anything, it just happened that way. I don't know if I went to sleep, or not, but if I did, I must have been awakened because Jeff had an erection that was poking my butt. I tried to shift around so it wouldn't poke me, but after a while I gave up. But then I couldn't get back to sleep, and I realized that jeff was also trying to keep his dick away from me, but he wasn't having any luck ether. I whispered, 'Jeff', "yes mom" Then I didn't know what to say, so ended up saying, "Put it between my legs." As I said this I raised up my left leg so he could. He had to hike up my gown so he could get his dick between my legs, and I thought that would take care of the problem. There we lay! And I am starting to realize how many mistakes I had made, because Jeff's dick is now between my legs, right against my pussy. I should have worn panties to sleep in, but then I was not in the habit of wearing underwear to bed. Jeff's dick was right against my pussy, and every once in a while I could feel it pulse. I was thinking how in the world am I ever going to get to sleep. It had been several days sense I had had the opportunity to masturbate, and my body was beginning to respond to the stimulation I was feeling between my legs. I could also tell that Jeff seamed to be having trouble going to sleep. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but it seemed like Jeff's dick was beginning to throb more often, and I was getting downright horny. I tried to lay very still, and not think about it, but that is all I could think about. "mom I'm going to cum!". " Oh my God!, you can't cum in the bed! Quick! stick it in here" As I raised my left leg, and reached down, and pushed the head of his dick into my pussy. Just as I did, Jeff thrust forward, and started cumming. He cum, and cum. and cum. I really tried not to, but my body betrayed me, and I exploded in a massive orgasm, thrusting back against his dick, moaning, groaning, and I think saying something like Oh, God, I'm cumming. As I came back to my senses, I realized Jeff had hold of my hips, and was making long slow thrusts. I know I should stop him, but it just felt so good. I guess my mind just kind of went numb, and I let him. Then my body took over again, and I started cumming again, just as Jeff Thrust into me all the way, and started cumming again. Then we just lay still for a long time. Always before when a man cum in me, he would get soft, so I kept waiting for Jeff's dick to get soft, but it didn't. it stayed very hard, and was still throbbing. I was afraid he would start thrusting again. So, After a while I whispered to Jeff that he should pull out, and get out of bed, so I could get out without wakening up Mary. I cupped my hand over my pussy to keep Jeff's semen from running out, and slipped into the bathroom. Needy Mama As I sat on the commode letting his seed run out of me, I had a lot of thoughts. How will this change our relationship? What will jeff think of me? Will he think I am an abuser? Will he become possevise, or aggressive? What about Mary? I'm sure she didn't wake up, as she is a very sound sleeper, but what if she heard me expressing myself, while in the throes of orgasm? Then I decided that I just can't deal with them now. The next morning we got up, went to breakfast, and drove home. Nobody said a word, or even let on that anything unusual had happened. I'm sure you can imagine the thoughts, the guilt, that was running through my head. It was several days before I began to feel the hornyness again. The first time I masturbated, I used a zucchini, and while I was masturbating, I thought, Jeff's dick feels better. It's warmer, and just feels real. Then 'BAM' I cum! Just thinking about Jeff's dick did that to me. And I had never even seen it! Jeff never let on that anything unusual had happened, and nether did I. Things were normal again with school and everything that involves. Then one day I was feeling extra horny, and decided to get me a big cucumber, and fuck myself. I had several really good orgasms, and was just coming down from a dozy, when I looked over at the door, and Jeff was standing there. I have no idea how long he had been standing there. "mom, you don't have to do that, you have me". Then he was gone! As soon as I could get myself somewhat composed, and breathing almost normal again, I put on my robe, and went to Jeff's room. The door was open, and he was sitting at his study desk. "Jeff, what are you doing out of school?" "we had a couple of tests this morning, and got out at noon." "how long were you standing at my door?" "not long." He still had not looked at me, and I just stood there, thinking! I knew what he had seen. He had seen his mother fucking herself with a cucumber, and in the throes of orgasm. Finally, I said, "Jeff, what did you mean by what you said?" He turned and looked up at me and said, "Mom, I meant that you don't have to use a cucumber, because you have me." "Jeff, we can't....uh...do what I think you mean!" "why?" "Because it just isn't something a mother does with her son!" "why?" "Because it's incest!" "but mother, we have already done it!" "Yes, I know, but that wasn't....uh...it was an....uh...something that wasn't planed, and I...uh....I can't say it was an accident...it just sort of happened." Still looking up at me he said, "Look mom, I know I gave you pleasure that night. Yes, I know it got started because you didn't want me to cum in the bed, but then we didn't stop, and you had another orgasm, so I know I can give you what you want." "Jeff, it's not a matter of wanting, Lord knows I want to, but what if your father found out?" "what if he found out you were using a cucumber?" I was becoming very uncomfortable with the conversation, but said, "There is no telling!" Then Jeff, bless his heart, looked at me and said, "It's O K mom. I am not putting any pressure on you. I just want you to know that any time you want me, I am available." Then he did something I still don't know why I let him, but he reached out and took both lapels of my robe and pulled it apart exposing both of my breast. Then he kissed first one nipple, then the other. Then he closed my robe, and turned back to his study table. I stood there in shock! Both of my nipples had become rock hard, and my pussy was flooding. I turned and left Jeff's room, and went back to mine. I sat on the bed, trying to understand what had just happened. I raised my left hand, and slid it into my robe, and the nipple of my right breast was so hard it hurt. Then to my left breast, and it was the same. I lay on my bed and started to softly cry. I lay there for at least on hour, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking about everything, especially about that night. I had been so naive about everything. Thinking we could all sleep in the same bed. Then letting Jeff put his dick between my legs. Oh!, yes, that was a big mistake! Then when he said he was going to cum, I knew if he cum in the bed it would be a big mess, and we would have to clean it up, and we would have to get new linins, and then we would wake Mary up, and the only thing I could think of in a flash was to stick it in my pussy. At least that way he wouldn't make a big mess. Yes!, I know, it was all my fault, and I still think it would have been ok, except I hadn't counted on being so aroused that I would have an orgasm as soon as it went in. Well not really as soon as it went in. What happened was that as soon as I got the head of Jeff's dick into my pussy, Jeff made a hard thrust, and started cumming. Feeling his dick throbbing as he shot spurt after spurt into me was just too much, and I cum. That is when everything in my thinking becomes kind of fuzzy, because I was cumming. The next thing I became aware of was that jeff was making those long smooth stroksin my pussy, and it just felt so good. I don't know why I let him, or didn't stop him. I guess I just let him. Then it wasn't very long until I felt the next orgasm building, and pushed my butt back to jeff, so he could get even deeper. I am quite vocal when I cum, so I'm sure I said things that let Jeff know how much pleasure he was giving me. I got up and went to the bathroom, then washed my face, and then got dressed. It was time for me to start thinking about dinner. Dinner was the usual chit-chat with the kids and myself. The next morning, as we were finishing breakfast, I got up from the table, and went over to the coffee maker to get another cup of coffee. Just then, Jeff got up from the table, and coming over to me, he put his right hand at my waist. Just a little over to the right side, and about three inches below my waistline. His hand was on the top of my right hip. Not on my butt. It was on the top of my right hip. No one would think anything about it. "Mom, I will be in finals all this week. Some days I will get out early, and some days I will be late. Just so you will know." Then he kissed me on the cheek, and was gone. I just stood there. Where his hand was on my hip, was on fire!, Well, maybe not on fire, but the feeling was so intense, and was not going away. Then Robbie said, "wow!, Mary we need to get you to school, " Robbie kissed me on the cheek, and they were gone. I just stood there. Where Jeff had put his hand was still very much in my mind, and I realized I was very horney. I wondered why Jeff told me what he did. Was he telling me so I wouldn't expose myself to him...Or was he telling me so I would... I got a cucumber out of the pantry, rinsed it off, and pushed it up into my pussy, then sat down on the chair to drink my coffee. Every several minutes I would orgasm, a sip or two of coffee, and another orgasm. I was still feeling Jeff's hand on my hip. I decided that sense Jeff had given me fair warning, I was not going to expose myself to him. Then I decided that because he had warned me, I would expose myself to him. All day I flip flopped back and forth. That day, Tuesday, Jeff got home quite late. So it started all over again. Wednesday, would he come home early, or what? I had not fucked myself Tuesday, so now what would I do today. As noon approached, I was getting horner, and horner, and then I decided that I 'wanted' Jeff to see me. I don't know what I was thinking. Would he just stand and watch me again? I hoped that he would. Then I decided to really put on a show for him. I don't know why I wanted him to watch me, but I did. As 11:00 O' clock approached, I got a cucumber, then got naked, and stood by the front window so I could see him coming down the street on his bicycle. I watched for over an hour and a half. I was getting 'SO' horny, and I wanted to cum so bad. Then I saw him! I ran to my room, jumped on my bed, and started to insert the cucumber. I heard the front door open, then close, and started fucking myself with the cucumber. I was starting to cum just as I saw Jeff at my door. I closed my eyes, and went into convulsions as my orgasm took control of my body. I don't know how long it took for my orgasm to run it's course, but I delibertly did not open my eyes, as I slowly continued fucking myself. Then another orgasm! Again, I kept my eyes closed, as I rested for a minute, then I continued fucking myself. In just a minute, I was cumming again, and this was a real dozzy. I was bucking, and thrusting, and I could hear myself screaming. Who knows what I was saying. In the midest of my orgasm I felt the bed kind of 'give' a little, but so what? After all I was giving it quite a bouncing myself. Then as I was coming down from my orgasm, I felt Jeff's hand on mine, as he pulled the cucumber out of my pussy, then just that quick he pushed his dick into my pussy, and started stroking. Yes!, I knew I should stop him, but I wanted him to fuck me. I think I had known every sense that first time, that it would come to this. And then I was cumming, and Jeff was cumming, but he didn't even slow down. I think I was just going from one orgasm to another, and another, and another. I had no idea how many times Jeff cum, but he later told me that he had cum four times. As we lay side by side gasping for air, I realized there would be no turning back. As I finally began to be able to breath, I said, "Jeff, we have to talk!" "I know, mom!" "Honey, you know that 'NO ONE' can ever know about this." "Mom, please trust me! I will never act any differently around you then I always have. Trust me, Dad will never even be suspicious. The only time we will do this is whenever you let me know we will be safe." "Why do you think we will ever do this again?" "Because we want to, we need to, and we will!" I thought about it...All true! After that I guess I went a little crazy. Robbie would come home and fall into bed and be asleep in a minute. After an hour or so, I would get up and go to Jeff's room, and get into bed with him. Sometimes he would be sound asleep, and I would take all kind of liberties with his body. In other words, I would suck his dick, and see how long I could do it without waking him up. Sometimes he would cum before waking up, but he would always wake up after he cum. I was so proud of myself, because I learned to deep throat his dick, so that when he cum, he would shoot his cum down my throat, and I wouldn't miss a drop. In time it got to the point that Jeff and I were fucking several times every day. I don't know how to tell you how much I loved his young hard dick. One morning Robbie, and Mary had just left, and Jeff was getting ready to leave. I was standing at the sink, and he came up behind me, and picked my robe up, and said, "How about a quickie?" He slid his dick into me from behind, and started thrusting. I pushed my butt back so he could get more dick into my pussy, and we both cum at the same time. He pulled his dick out of my pussy, and reaching over, he got a paper towel to clean his dick with, and with a big smile on his face he said, "I gotta go, mom, I love you." I was still trying to get my breath, leaning over the sink, I thought, wow! the head of his dick must have been against my G-spot, because I had a blockbuster of an orgasm. It became a regular thing, that jeff would fuck me from behind every chance we got to have a quickie. He fucked me standing at the sink. He fucked me standing at the washer. He fucked me standing at the sink in the bathroom. He fucked me in every room in the house. One of my favorites was sitting on the counter in the kitchen, because jeff's dick would be pointing up, and if I would slide just a little forward, the head of his dick would be on my G-spot. The first year after Robbie, and I got married, I stopped wearing panties, because we were fucking all the time, and they were just in the way, and I just liked the feel of not having them on. Then I stopped wearing a bra because I loved the way my nipples would rub on the material of my blouse. I don't know exactly when I became so horny. I think it might have been while I was Mr. Oran's mistress, and also fucking Chester every other week. I had began to really look forward to my weekly 'dates'. They were both very good to me, and very good lovers. I would always cum when we fucked, and especially Chester. When I was able to take 'all' of Chester's dick he filled me so full. I still think about Chester's dick, and what it did for me. Sometimes I wish I could fuck him one more time. I have never been so happy, or sexually fulfilled as I have been these last few years. Jeff's senior year was about half gone when one day he said something about collage. It hit me like a brick between my eyes! Collage! Jeff would be leaving! I panicked! But then I began to think. As we began to discuss where the best school for Jeff might be, I began to form a plan. One Saturday afternoon Mary was at a friends house, and Jeff and I had just had a great fuck, and were laying trying to get our breath. As we lay together, I ask Jeff how he really felt about being his mother's lover. He looked at me rather strangely, and ask me why I ask? I told him I wanted to know if he wanted to keep on being my lover, or if he wanted to find someone else. He got a look of almost panic on his face. "NO!, mom. I have never wanted anyone else. I want to be your lover forever." I then told him about my plan. I told him that if he would spend his time studying, and really keeping his nose to the grindstone, I would come see him every other weekend, and we would get a motel room, and fuck the whole weekend. This way he wouldn't be spending his time chasseing girls hoping to get some pussy. He thought it was a great idea. The summer before Jeff's enrollment, we made several trips to different schools. One time we even stopped at a roadside park for a quickie. On every trip we would get a motel room, and fuck like it was the last fuck we would ever have. The second school we visited, we knew was the school for Jeff, but we still visited all the prospects. The school was only about a two and a half hour drive from home. Jeff enrolled, and every other weekend I would go see him. I would get a room at the motel, then go pick Jeff up, get something to eat, and go back to the motel and fuck all night. A couple of hours sleep, then fuck some more. Saturday about noon we would go have breakfast, then back to the motel, for more fucking. About 6 or 7 pm we would get dressed and go out for dinner. I know everyone thought I was a couger, and had picked up a collage student to fulfill my sexual needs. I didn't care, in fact I rather liked the feeling. Just knowing that his young, hard dick would soon be plowing my 'mature' pussy. I just couldn't keep the smile off my face. Jeff was doing great in school. Only one time did he get a B. I know it wasn't because he was having distractions. But I was having trouble. Even though I fucked Jeff all weekend, by tuesday I was horny again. So I got out the veggies again, but now I had been spoiled. I was laying on my bed with a really big cucumber in my pussy. slowly stroking, fantasizing about Jeff's dick, when I heard something I couldn't quite place. I lay still listening, then got up and walked into the front room, and looked out the window. Then I understood what I heard. When Jeff left for collage, I had engaged the services of a landscaping firm, and what I saw out of my window was a young man with a lawnmower mowing my yard. I stood watching him mow. he wasn't wearing a shirt, and I thought to myself, he must be a football player from the looks of his body. I thought how much he looked like Jeff did at that age. I began to think! I wonder if he is as randy as Jeff was. He was getting a little closer to the window, but I knew he could not see in because of the bright sunlight outside. Then he made a turn, and started toward me, and I could clearly see his dick down the left leg of his jeans. I watched as he came toward me, then past me. Hum! good looking butt! I continued to watch him mow, and realized I was getting wet, so placing my right leg on the window sill,I slipped the cucumber up into my pussy and began stroking. I wondered if standing that close to the window, if he could see me? Then I decided, I don't care! In fact, I hope he does see me! But, if he did, he never let on. I was disappointed as he moved on over to the side of the house. I walked through the dinning room, and kitchen to the back porch, and looked to see if he had mowed the back yard yet. No, he hasn't. I started trying to plan. I wasn't even sure what I wanted, or how to plan. I went to my closet, and started looking for something to wear. I wanted it to be risque, but not too obvious. Then I thought, with a young man his age maybe it should be obvious. Then I found the perfect dress. A short sleeved light summer dress. The material was almost see through. As I was putting it on, I was thinking, if I stand between him and the sun, it will look like I'm not wearing anything. Now what do I do? When he started the back yard, I went out onto the back porch, and waved both arms to get his attention. He looked at me, then shut the mower off. "I have some lemonade, and cookies for you." He started toward me, and said, " I sure can use some lemonade right about now." I put him in the chair with his back to the wall, and as he picked up the glass, I moved around to the edge of the porch, pretending to look at the yard. I think I heard a gasp, but I was working on giving him the very best view possible. As I put my hands on the railing, and leaned over, I also spread my feet apart. Then I slowly turned toward him, and took one step away from the rail. I could tell by the expression on his face that I had planed well. I am sure the dress has for all prepossess disappeared. "how is the lemonade?" His eyes never left me. "It's beautiful!....uh, I mean really good." I had to smile, and I could see his dick was now at full erection. I took two steps that put me right in front of him, and lifting my skirt, I said. "It would really be nice if you could help me with this." His eyes were huge, and he responded, "help,........unh...how can I help?" "Here, first let me help you" As I reached for his belt. When I slid his jeans down, his dick flopped up against his belly. I them straddled him, and reaching down between us, I guided his dick into my pussy. As soon as it reached bottom, I started to cum. I pulled his head tight against my chest, and said, "Oh my God, I'm already cumming!" That is when he let out a big Ugggghhhhh! and I could feel his dick swell up, and pulse shooting his cum way up into my pussy. As we began to get our breath, I reached up and un-buttoned the top of my dress, and pulled it wide away from my tits. I ask, "would you like to kiss, and suck on them." He began kissing, and sucking them, and I just let him keep on, and on, and on. I could feel his dick in my pussy, still hard as steel. I began to move my pelvis very easy. The way we were sitting I couldn't get my clit against his dick, but I could feel the head of it moving inside of me. Then he stopped kissing my tit, and looking up at me he said, "Mam, I'm going to cum!" I pulled his head very tight against my tits. "Come on! cum in me!" Then I started cumming again. It was a beautiful long lasting orgasm, and I got every bit of it. After that whenever he would come to mow, I would go sit on the back porch with my tits poking out, and my legs spread wide. When he came around the house and saw me, he would stop the mower, and walk over to me, with a big smile on his face, and ask Needy Mama "Mrs. Baker, Is there anything I can help you with today?" "As a mater of fact, there is. It would really be nice if you could help me orgasm a couple of times" His smile would get wider, and his dick would get harder. And he would say, "Mrs. Baker, I really would like to help you do that." And he did! Jeff came home for the holidays, and it was wonderful! Several months later I got the biggest surprise of my life! Several months later, one Saturday morning, I was having coffee, and reading the paper. Mary had finished her breakfast, and was still sitting at the table. She said, "Mom, I know why you go see Jeff every other weekend!" I froze!... I tried to respond calmly. "And why is that honey?" "So you can fuck him!" I know I stopped breathing! Something told me that I was in a trap. I slowly lay the paper down, and looking her in the eye, said, "Why do you think that honey?" Her expression didn't change. She calmly said, "Come on mom, I know you have been fucking Jeff for years. The first time I saw you, I had come home, and you didn't know it. At that time, I wasn't even sure what you were doing, but over the years, I have come to know, and understand exactly what is going on." SO!, there it was! She had actually seen us... fucking...What now?...Obviously we had been very careless. I decided the 'only' thing was for me to tell the truth. I, as calmly as possible, said "Yes!, Jeff gives me a lot of pleasure!" "She said, I know, I hear you screaming, and telling him how wonderful he is, and that is what I want." I couldn't quite believe I was hearing this from my daughter. "what is it that you want?" "I want Jeff to fuck me! I want to go with you next weekend, so Jeff can fuck me." I didn't know what to say, or do, so I just sat there. Finally, I said, "Honey, don't you think you are a little young?" She looked me in the eye, and said, "Mom, I'm older then Jeff was the first time I saw you." I just sat. Then I said, "Honey, I really don't think that is a good idea." Then, she really dropped the bomb! She said, "Mom, I'm ready to start having the kind of fun that you do, and if you won't let me fuck Jeff. then I will try to get dad to fuck me! I'm pretty sure that if I get naked, and go get in bed with him, I can get him to fuck me. I sat there looking at her. I have no doubt, that if she got into bed with Robbie, while he was sleeping, and started sucking his dick, he would fuck her, or if he refused to fuck her, then What? I thought about all of the things that could come out of that, and decided it would be much better to let Jeff fuck her. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" She smiled for the first time, and said, "Yes I'm sure." I didn't know what to do! Should I call Jeff, or just wait to tell him. I finally decided to just wait until I could look him in the eye. Friday afternoon we headed out. Mary, and I. I had finally come up with a plan. I would get the motel room, and leave Mary in the room, then go pick up Jeff. As we were driving back to the motel I told Jeff.....everything! He didn't say much, but I sensed that he wasn't really that unhappy about it. I ask him, "Jeff do you want to fuck Mary?" He sat for quite a while, then said, "I don't see that we have much choice." I noticed how he had said 'we' didn't have much choice. I was glad he was taking, at least part of the responsibility. As we entered the door of the motel, Jeff followed me in, and Mary put her arms around his neck, and hugged him. Jeff leaned back, and looking at her said, "wow, you sure have ...uh...filled out!" Mary smiled, and said, "yes, would you like to see?" Without waiting for Jeff to answer, she started un-buttoning her blouse. Off came her blouse, and then her bra. Mary was smiling from ear to ear, and thrusting her chest forward she turned a little left, and then a little right, and ask, "Do you like?" "yes I do, they are almost as big as moms." Then Jeff turned to me, and started to un-button my blouse. I reached up and held his hands, and we just looked at each other. Without saying a word, I put my hands down, and let Jeff take my blouse off. Then he placed Mary, and me next to each other, and stood looking at us. Then he led me to the bed, and took my skirt off, and lay me on the bed. Jeff looked at Mary, and said, "I understand you have watched us before, so now you can watch up close. I want you to sit here on the bed and watch everything." Then he lay next to me, and kissed me, and began to make love to my body. As he kissed my neck, shoulders, and my tits, my tummy, my back, my legs, I completely forgot about Mary watching us. I guess in about ten minutes he slipped a finger into my pussy, and finding it very wet, he then moved in between my legs, and I reached down to guide his dick into my very ready pussy. Jeff has become a very good lover, and can hold off his orgasm until I have had several. It only took a couple minutes until I had my first, and Jeff never let up. He had a good rhythm going, and just kept going. Pretty soon I was cumming again. I don't know what all I was saying, but I do know that I was letting everybody know how much good Jeff was doing me. I completely forgot about Mary. All I could think about was that Jeff was between my legs, and how much pleasure he was giving me. Jeff shoved his dick into my pussy, as far as he could get it, and started pumping his cum into me, witch of course triggered another orgasm. After we had caught our breath, we talked to Mary, but her mind was made up. She told us that she had cum twice while we were fucking, and that now she wanted Jeff to take her cherry. I told Mary that I would leave, but she said, "No mom, I want you right here beside us, and I want you to stay naked." She then got on the bed, on her back, and said, "O.K. Jeff, lets do it." Jeff lay beside her, and started loving her body. I thought he was giving an awful lot of attention to her tits, but decided, so what? Soon it was time for Jeff to get between her legs. I told her to reach down and guide his dick into her pussy, so she did. I could see the head of his dick going between her lips. Jeff said, "Her pussy is very wet, so I'm going to thrust really hard. Mary is that O K with you?" Mary looked up at him and said, "Do it!" Jeff shoved as hard as he could, and Mary screamed. I clamped my hand over her mouth, because I didn't want anyone to think we had killed her. Jeff was holding his dick as deep as he could get it, and looking down at Mary said, "I'm so sorry sis." I realized at that time, that Jeff had never fucked a virgin before. I remembered that Robbie had tried to be so gentle with me, and it took several days before we got the job done, and it hurt like hell! Mary looked at Jeff, and said, "I'm not. Now, please fuck me the way you do mom." I must say that they make a beautiful couple. As I watched Jeff thrusting into Mary's pussy with that beautiful dick, I really was filled with pride. Then I realized that my left hand was tweaking my right nipple, and my right hand was playing with my pussy, and I thought to my self, woman, you really are something else. Here you sit watching your son and daughter fuck, and you are about to orgasm...again. Just then I heard Mary say, "Jeff, I think I'm going to cum." In about a minute I heard Mary say, "OH Jeff, I'm cumming!" And then I cum, so I have no idea what happened next. I think Jeff only fucked Mary a couple more times, but then she was too sore, so I put my pussy to work. I don't want Jeff to even think about pussy for another two weeks. Mary and I visited Jeff every two weeks. Jeff was still making all A's in school. When summer vacation came, we fucked all the time. It was during this time that for the very first time Jeff had to rest a while before he could get another erection. I realized he was fucking me 4 or 5 times every day, as well as Mary 4 or 5 times. It's a wonder he didn't get blisters on his dick. But it was a wonderful summer, and we all had a lot of fun. Mary was about half way through her junior year in high school, when she ask me if we could have a serious talk. She told me that her boy friend of a couple of years, and she had been 'making out'. She told me that it started out with just kissing, but that lately he had been sucking on her tits, and a couple of times he had put his finger in her pussy. She looked me in the eye, and said mom, "I really want to fuck him." I can't tell you all the thoughts that ran through my head. I thought oh how wonderful. If she is fucking someone else, I will have Jeff all to my self. And other thoughts as well. I even thought about how many other mothers would wish their daughter would come to them before she fucked her boyfriend. Then I think I kind of come to my senses, and ask, "Are you asking my permission?" "no, not really, I just wanted you to know. Mom, I really don't want to fuck him at some parking spot, in a car. I want to ask him to come here to our house, and fuck me on my bed." "if you will let me know when, I will make sure I am gone." "Mother, I would rather that you were here." That must have been the first time in years that she called me mother, and not mom! "What do you want me to do?" "Just be yourself. I will ask him to come here to meet you, and then I will ask him if he would like to see my room." I met Mary's young man, Steve, and we chatted for a while, then Mary ask Steve if he would like to see her room. So off they went leaving me to my thoughts. I think it was a little over an hour later, I was sitting on the sofa trying to read, when Mary and Steve came into the room. Mary came and sat beside me. "Mom, I want you to know that Steve and I have just had our first fuck." Then she looked at Steve and said, "Steve, mother and I have no secrets from each other. We are best friends, and we tell each other everything. I want you to know this, so you will never need to feel uncomfortable talking with my mother." I looked at Steve, and Steve looked at me. It was a little uncomfortable for a minute, and then I smiled at Steve, and ask, "Was it the best pussy you ever had?" Steve blushed big time, and looked down at the floor, then he said, "It was the first I ever had." Mary was just beaming, "Yes, he cum just as soon as he was in me, but I told him that it was all right, and not to be upset, just keep thrusting. He kept thrusting and I had an orgasm, and he cum again." She reached up and put her hand on his arm, and looking up at him she said, "I am so proud of him." I saw Steve beaming as he looked at Mary. I also saw that he was starting to get another erection. I thought why the hell not, after all I had been sharing Jeff with her, so I leaned over and ran my hand down his almost hard dick, and said, "Looks like you are about ready for seconds." Of course Steve jerked back, and blushed, and I said, "Don't be jumpy, it's just something you will have to get used to around here." Mary kind of laughed, and said, "It's all right Steve. Mom kind of admires young guys with hard dicks, don't you mom?" Still smiling, I said, "yes, I sure do, and it looks to me like you have yourself a good one." So, Steve became a regular visitor at our house, and Mary became more, and more like me in that she is quite vocal when she cums. Witch is often. I have noticed that several times she has left her door open. I have been tempted to peek, but so far, I have been able to resist. One Saturday morning as Mary and I were having coffee after our breakfast, Mary said, "Mom, I think I will let you have Jeff all to yourself next weekend." I looked up at her and said, "Oh! what brought this on?" She was smiling, and said, "I think you know. Mom, I really like steve, and I think he might be the one for me, hopefully I will be able to find our before too long. By the way, I've been leaving my door open. Haven't you noticed?" "I thought you just forgot to close it." "no mom, I left it open for you." I thought about it for a minute then ask, "Exactly why did you leave it open for me?" "don't you know? I want you to watch Steve, and me." I smiled at her and said, "O.K. then." I told Jeff all about Steve, and he said, "Good for her! She was kind of wearing me out." "I thought it was me that was wearing you out." Jeff smiled at me. "Mom, I really only want to fuck you. Mary is really good, but she isn't as good as you." "Jeff you can't be serious, a young girl only one third my age." "Mom, age has nothing to do with it. It is your pussy. I didn't realize it until I had been fucking Mary for quite some time, but you have the best pussy. Like I said Mary is really good, and she sure won't have any problem with her man. but you are the best." I remembered what Robbie had said to me about having the best pussy, and now Jeff was saying the same thing. Then we fucked some more. I had been home a couple of days when Steve came over, and Mary left the door open, so I took advantage of it. Steve was between Mary's legs going after it like a wild man. I stood in the doorway watching, and it didn't take long to have an affect on me. I began to tweak my nipples, and pretty soon I had my hand under my dress. Steve was beginning to speed up when I suddenly realized that Mary had arranged the furniture so she could see the doorway in the mirror, and she was looking straight into my eyes. Our eyes met, then she began really thrusting up against Steve, and she began to cry out that she was cumming, and I cum. I really don't know who made the most noise, me, or Mary. Later Mary told me that Steve looked at the doorway, and saw me cumming, but she wrapped her legs around him, holding him in, so he wouldn't jump up. Jeff and I had another great weekend! I think it was the following Thursday, when Steve came over to see Mary. I waited about 15 minutes, then eased in front of the door. Just then Mary called, mother will you come in my room please. Mary was sitting on the bed naked, and Steve was standing naked with a full blown erection. I stood by the bed, and Mary said, " Steve If you and I get married I will expect you to take care of my mother, So right now I want you to fuck my mother. Will you do that for me." Looking at me, Mary said, "Mother please get undressed." All I did was lift my dress over my head, and I was un-dressed. Mary patted the bed beside her, "Right here mother." I lay on the bed, and spread my legs. Steve was still looking at Mary, and she said, "Please Steve, for me!" Steve got in between my legs, and Mary guided his dick into my pussy. Mary has made a good lover out of him, and he had me cumming in less than 2 minutes. On my second orgasm Steve cum in me. We all three lay on the bed, and Mary was all over Steve, telling him thank you, and you don't know how much this means to me, and thank you some more, kissing him, and loving him. I was filled with wonder. What was this all about. I decided to just keep my mouth shut, and enjoy. Then I see Steve getting between Mary's legs. I tried to get over in time to guide his dick into Mary's pussy, but she beat me to it. In a couple of minutes Mary was cumming like gangbusters. I think she had three orgasms before Steve cum again. Friday at dinner, Mary ask me how I liked it. I said, what's to not like, I loved it. Mary smiled. "I had a nice long talk with Steve, and I'm as sure as I can be about anything that he is the man for me. I now know that if we get married he will take care of my mother too. We agree to wait until I finish high school, and then we should pretty well know our plans, wither it is collage, or what." I said, "it sounds like you have your plans." When Jeff came home for Christmas break, he had quite a surprise for me. He told me that the week after Christmas he would have a visit by a girl he had met in one of his classes at school. He had told her that he would like her to meet his family, so they decided this would be the best time. I ask Jeff if their relationship was serious, and he said I'm not sure, but I'm thinking I might like it to be. I really had serious mixed emotions. On one hand I was happy for Jeff to have found a girl, but on the other, I was scared to death that it meant no more weekends for me. During the holidays, it was so hectic that it was difficult for Jeff and I to have any time together. Mary, bless her heart, came to me, and told me that if I wanted to fuck Jeff we could use her room, and she would stand watch. I later found out that Mary was fucking Jeff, and Steve almost every day. Just not at the same time. I ask her if she was going to tell Steve that she fucked Jeff. "Yes, I will have to tell him before we can get married." Susan showed up on Dec. 28, and I knew I was going to hate her. Jeff picked her up at the airport, and as they came walking up the walk, they were holding hands. Jeff introduced us, and as she took my hand, and looked into my eyes with those big blue eyes, I melted. She had dark brown hair, a smile that would charm a bird out of the tree. And the prettiest face you ever saw. She even looked like a virgin. Yes we really enjoyed our time together. We were still eating Christmas leftovers, and would you believe she came into the kitchen, and ask for an apron, strapped it on and fell right in with the rest of the crew. Her laughter was the most musical I have ever heard, and her eyes just shone. I definitely saw what Jeff saw in her. On New years day evening Robbie had an office party he had to attend, and Mary, and Steve were at a party, so Jeff and I had our opportunity to fuck, and fuck, and fuck. As we lay together basking in the afterglow of great sex, we began to talk. I ask Jeff if he and Susan had been intimate, "No!" That as far as he can tell, or knows, she does not date, and that they have never had a 'real' date. Just a hot chocolate, or cup of coffee, or something like that. Then he said, "I think she may even be a virgin." "You're kidding me, a senior in collage!" "Could be." I ask him if you get serious with her, "Are you going to tell her about me?" He was still for a long time. "I don't know yet. I just don't know!" When I visited Jeff the third weekend in February, he told me that he and Susan had had several dates, and he really liked her. I ask him again if they had been intimate, "no." That they really had not had the chance. That their dates had been going to a movie, or out to dinner, or to a dance. Every two weeks when I would visit Jeff, he would tell me how his and Susan's relationship was progressing. The middle of May, I got the biggest shock of my life. As was usual, I went to visit Jeff. I rented the motel, and then went to pick him up. Susan was with him. As they got into the car, Jeff said, "Lets go eat dinner." Not another word was spoken. I could tell that the tension was very high, and all kinds of thoughts were running through my head. I could not imagine what was going on. At the restaurant we were seated in a booth, and as it was kind of early there wasn't many people there. I sat on one side, and Jeff and Susan sat on the other side. Jeff was looking down, then finally he lifted up his head. "um, a, mom, I, uh." Susan put her hand on his arm. "Jeff, please, let me." Jeff looked at her, and in the look there must have been some kind of permission. Susan looked at me. "Mrs. Baker, because school is almost out, and I didn't want Jeff to get away, three days ago I ask him to marry me. He paused for a few seconds, then said, Susan I have to tell you something. Then after I tell you, if you still want to marry me, I will marry you. Mrs. Baker, Jeff told me everything. Yes, about you, and Mary. I can't say that I wasn't shocked, because I was. And it did take me a while to digest everything, I began to understand why Jeff wasn't chasing every skirt in sight. And believe me there were plenty of them that wanted him to chase them. But as I looked at Jeff, looked into his eyes, I could see the love he has for me, and God knows I love him, and yes I still want to marry him." Needy Mama I looked at Susan, Susan looked at me, I looked at Jeff, Jeff looked at me, I looked back at Susan. Then I said, "I see!" It was so quite you could hear people chewing. The waiter brought our food, and when we had started to eat, quite casually Susan said, "Mrs. Baker, I have a favor to ask of you." I thought oh, oh, here it comes. Then quite calmly she said, "I want Jeff to fuck me tonight, and I want you to help me like you did Mary." I choked. Jeff patted me on the back. Susan held my hand, and looked at me with concern. After I got my breath, and had a little water, I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say. So I closed my mouth, and thought about it for a while. Then because I couldn't think of anything else to say, "Susan, are you sure about this?" "Oh, yes, I'm quite sure, Jeff and I have talked about it quite a bit. At first he wasn't keen on it, but I think I finally convinced him, that I will feel much more at ease if you are there with me." "Are you a virgin?" "Yes, I think so. I have never been fucked, but when I was 15 years old, my mother took me to the doctor, and had my hymen surgically removed so I could use tamp-ons." "That should make it a lot more comfortable for you." "I hope so, Jeff told me that Mary screamed." I smiled at Jeff. "You really did tell her everything didn't you?" "Yes, I did mom. I want Susan and I to have the same kind of relationship you, and I have always had. We have always been totally honest with each other, and I want that for Susan, and me." When we entered the motel room, I really didn't know what to do. Normally Jeff, and I would be naked by the time the door closed. The three of us just kind of stood there. Then I ask, "Does anyone need to go to the bathroom?" Susan went, then Jeff went, then I went. When I got out of the bathroom, Jeff, and Susan were laying on the bed kissing. So I just sat down in the chair, and watched. I guess 5 or 10 minutes later, Susan said, "Mrs. Baker, will you come get on the bed with us?" So I got up and went, and sat on the bed. Susan looked at me. "Tell me what to do." "Jeff, just keep loving on her as you slowly remove her cloths." Jeff did as I said, then I began to remove his cloths, until they were both laying naked. Then Jeff said, "Mom, get naked." I pulled my dress over my head, and I was naked. I lay on my side, with my hand holding my head up, and watched Jeff loving on her body. After about 30 minutes they were both breathing quite heavily. Susan had her legs spread, and Jeff had at least one finger in her pussy I was so excited, my nipples were big and hard, and my pussy was leaking. "I think it is about time." "Jeff got between her legs. I doubted that she would know to guide him in, so I reached over, and placed his dick at her opening. "Be gentle Jeff." I could see the head going between her lips, then about half of the shaft, then it was out of my site. As I lay back down, I saw that her eyes were 'wide' open, and her mouth was forming a little o. Then I saw her smile. "I didn't scream!" "How does it feel?" "I don't know, uh, it feels like I am very full,..uh, down there." Then Jeff began to slowly thrust, and as I watched the expressions on her face, I could relate to every one of them. Jeff, and Susan fucked for I'm guessing about 10 minutes, when I saw Susan grasping both of Jeff's arms, and start to grunt, and thrust up against him. Every time Jeff would thrust, Susan would grunt. Then she began thrusting up. "Oh, Jeff, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, ooooooOOOOHHHHH YES!" I thought wouldn't you know it. Another vocal woman! Susan was cumming big time, and Jeff just kept thrusting. "Jeff you will make her sore!" So he stopped, and just held his dick on the bottom, until Susan stopped her convulsions. Susan opened her eyes, and looked up at Jeff, "Oh, Jeff! oh Jeff, oh Jeff." Then she looked over at me and ask, "Is it always like this?" "No susan, it get better." She looked back up at Jeff and said, "If it gets better then this, I don't know if I can stand it." Then she looked up at Jeff and ask, "Can we fuck some more?" Jeff just smiled, and started the slow short thrusts. I think it was no more then 7 or 8 minutes until Susan started cumming again, with all of the accompanying vocals. After Susan's orgasm was over, Jeff said, "Honey, I'm going to cum now. I want you to know how it feels" Then he thrust a few times, and gave a big groan, and started shooting his seed into Susan's pussy. Then I cum! We lay together, talking about everything, and I do mean everything. About two hours later Susan said, "Jeff, I know your mother was expecting to have you all to herself tonight, But I'm really glad things worked out like they did. Now I am going to feel really bad if you don't fuck her." Jeff looked at Susan and said, "Do you mean you don't mind, are you sure?" Susan smiled and said, "Yes, sweetheart, I want you to take care of your mother. A real man will take care of his mother." Jeff and I fucked for about 20 minutes. I know I had four orgasms, and there might have been a fifth one thrown in there somewhere. Then Jeff let go a big groan, and pumped he load into me. We all lay in each others arms and slept. Now, Jeff and Susan have a boy and a girl. Steve and Mary have a girl and a boy. I have a variety of young men. I get to fuck Jeff now and then. usually when Susan is in her period, or just after she has had a baby. I get to fuck Steve now and then, for the same reasons. Sometimes Susan, or Mary will ask have you fucked mother lately? Then I get a bonus! At this time in my life my libido is through the roof. I am constantly horny. I have quite a few young men that try to cure my hornyness, but I still have to fuck my veggies. Robbie hasn't fucked me in so long, I can't remember the last time. So, meanwhile, I know how to take care of myself, and I do so with relish! This is my story, and I am sticking to it! Needy Mama. Needy Mother, Greedy Son Need and greed wove a web of incestuous love, domination, and submission. There we were, Lynn and I in my bed, when mother unexpectedly broke into my room. My cock was up Lynn's delicious ass and fucking her like the slut she was. All the while mother was shouting about what a nasty thing we were doing. God, I was only screwing her ass, and a fine piece of ass it was. I guess I need to tell you how this all came about or you'll never make a bit of sense of it. It all began when I was about 7-years old and my father turned his back on mother sexually and began taking up with younger women working in his banks. He was a master at investing in the market and had inherited six banks in Southern California from Grandfather. Never the less, he was a total failure when it came to his marriage to mother and fatherly love for me, his son. I was an only child in their marriage. When my father turned his back on her and ignored my mother's sexual needs, she turned her attention to her son. She smothered me with affection and began spoiling me with worldly gifts that went far beyond the norm. I wasn't complaining mind you. Mother was a beautiful lady possessing all the skills of an old fashioned homemaker. She was an excellent cook and although she could afford a maid and a butler, she opted to run her home without any outside assistance. Dad wanted to purchase a mansion in Beverly Hills. Mom insisted on our living as a family in a more traditional Craftsman/Mission style home in South Pasadena. It was rather large but not the big mansion my father wanted. He traded mom in for some of the younger guim working in his banks and eager to trade their youthful flesh with an older man in an attempt to sleep their way up the corporate ladder. He discreetly boned them in a secluded hide-away Log Cabin in Big Bear which somewhat took the place of his missing mansion. Poor girls, not one of them ever anything other getting tied up, whipped and boned by dad (but that's another story). Mom filled our home with tasteful and expensive hand woven Persian Carpets, Tiffany Lamps, Dirk Van Erp table lamps of hammered copper bases with warm, orange lamp shades of translucent, glowing mica. She lavished expensive toys on me to the point of embarrassment. As a spoiled child I had expensive train sets, a pony, bicycles from England and such. When I got older she gave me expensive jewelry and hand embroidered silk shirts. She even bought me a Lamborghini when I graduated High School. I'm afraid it all had the combined effect of creating a very spoiled child who grew up being very needy when it came to the finer things in life. I went on to USC where a clever, manipulative kid with rich, dotting parents could literally buy his way through enough classes to graduate. My father gave a large Grant to the school. That Grant along with purchased term papers, private tutoring, and even cribbed test scores from some of my own professor's, insured I made the grades to graduate with nothing more than a minimum of work on my part. Upon dad's death I became the President of our chain of banks with an annual personal income of seven figures. Yes, I had it made except for one thing. I was a loser in love. I take it back; I didn't really know what it was to love another. I was just too in love with myself. (But I digress.) With all the pussy money could buy, I had no need for a lasting close personal relationship with any woman for two simple reasons. One, I didn't' have the patience to stick around and develop a quality relationship (too spoiled for sure). The other was, I was plain ol' selfish. Find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em and forget them were my mantra. Hell, most of the beautiful women I fucked came knocking on my door begging for my cock and my money. I became a dedicated cynic of women. I learned to used and abuse them before they could use me. As soon as they showed the least little hint of being a needy, gold-digging bitch, I dumped their sorry asses and picked another new squeeze for a limited ride on the 'Larry-big-dick-Express'. Besides, I ask you? Just how many beautiful women can a rich young guy like me fuck as I traveled from home to abroad and back again. It had all became a routine, lackluster way of life. My life just didn't have much of a challenge to it. Other than flying my Mooney (which really was better than sex) and going to Vegas and rolling the dice or catching the races at Santa Anita or flying to San Francisco's Golden Gate track...life was an otherwise fucking boor. Thank god for Vegas, the ponies, and a great airplane that allowed me to escape anywhere I so desired at a moment's notice! Yeah, it was all so superficial. I had all the pussy I could use, but very little of the pussy ever gave anything back. You know your life is getting dreary when even a fantastic looking pussy was not all that much in holding one's interest. As I said before, after fucking a couple of hundred women who only seemed interested in my money, it started wearing more than a bit tiresome. Then it happened! Approximately a year after father passed away, I got way too drunk and brought a fashion model home and banged the living shit out of her. Yes, I was living at home because my mother feared being left all alone and therefore was constantly in need of my 'being there for her'. I didn't realize just how bad it was for her and just how needy she really was. We had always been close. But I also didn't realize how spiritually and psychologically close we had become over many years were until that fateful night, or I should say, the morning after. I was about to discover how an needy mother and greedy (spoiled son) could be abnormally close without knowing it. Lynn (the beautiful model in my bed and a primo, Grade A piece of ass) awoke me with a wet sloppy blowjob. Not only was she a fashion model...all the guys who had dated her agreed on two sexual specialties she possessed. It was how absolutely crazy and wonderfully gifted she was in 'sword swallowing' a man's penis, she could take any size cock up her ass in the most unusual way! Seems like lovely Lynn only got off when a big cock was shoved up her Hershey Highway and she was fucked, down, and dirty like a common whore. It was said there was nothing too kinky for her and nothing she wouldn't try in bed as long as she got some big hard dick up her poop chute. Furthermore it was said that she had trained her tight little brownie to wink from tightly shut to wide open on demand...as easily as her beautiful throat could swallow that same huge piece of man meat down her gullet then finish off a full load of warm cum without so much as a single gag reflex. Now that was something to desire trying out! Well my fat prick was standing at full attention from Lynn's ministrations. I was now wide-awake as she lathered her wet tongue up and down my pulsating shaft. She had a talented mouth all right. She licked around my nutsack and started sucking on my hairy balls. Damn I was building a massive load of cum for this sexy broad. As foretold, she gave me a first-hand demonstration of her oral talents by easily inserting the fat head of my cock into her sexy damn mouth and swallowing it immediately into the back of her throat. Pausing for a few brief seconds (god I could see her throat open like a cobra swallowing a fat weasel) she then worked her pursing lips and muscular throat to succeed in taking all of my fuck stick clear down to my balls. Just how did the girl do it? Then by god, and much to my further amazement, she started tonguing my balls and milking them with her lips all the way to my pubes. Holy shit...she was better at oral sex than any woman I had ever slept with. She put her arms limply out to the side, relaxed her throat, and allowed me to fuck her face as if she were getting as much pleasure out of it as I was. Not only did she have a beautiful face to fuck, she was allowing me to pound her throat. As I said before, just how did the girl do it? Obviously she was proud of her talents and loved using them to her advantage. I tell you, I was damn close to blowing my wad when she slowly extracted my rod from her throat, smiled sweetly and said, "What would you rather do baby, cum in my mouth or in my ass?" This girl certainly knew how to give a quy a great choice didn't she? "With a knowing smile, I said, "If you think you can handle it baby, I would love taking your beautiful ass and giving it a proper fuck." "Well my darling, then why don't you just shove that big hard cock of yours up my tight little ass and make me scream." I had no idea that she really meant...SCREAM! Holy shit was she about to cause a shit storm of trouble between mother and I. Yep, just like I had heard from my good buddies, she was ready to have her ass slammed! And my cock liked nothing better than the tight feel of a woman's pooper-ring squeezing the hell out of my fat bat. She swung around without another word and got on her dutiful knees, sticking that perfect heart shaped, fashion model's ass way high up in the air. Her pink, oozing wet slit looked delicious and inviting...hell I almost liked eating pussy as much as gambling and flying. But it was her tight brownie that was calling out to me..."stuff me, fuck me, Larry." I couldn't resist prying that ass open to see just how good her junk in the trunk really was. Could she be the girl I had been searching for? She was a beauty, had a great body, gave fantastic head, maybe she could be the one. Only one way to find out and that was to take the sexy bitch's ass on a cock slamming test drive with my fat pecker all the way balls deep up her tight little Hershey Highway! I dropped a big gob of spittle on her anal ring, grabbed a hold of her beautiful hips and guided my saliva slickened cockhead to the target. From her soft sexy shoulders, down her beautifully arched back, and all the way past the long valley of her supple spine...she was indeed an inspiring view of womanhood. Her ass flared out from her narrow waist to a perfect heart shape and her long shapely legs went on forever! Yeah she was a young pretty piece of poontang all right. Time to harpoon her beautiful fanny and do some slapping of my hairy balls on her bald, swollen pussy! As soon as my cock touched her little butt hole, she began opening it up so unbelievably easy. No doubt about it, this chick had a lot of practice taking hard cock up her back door. The head of my prick was really a fucking huge spear-shaped mushroom (not bragging friend...just a fact). And brother it wasn't easy for most women to take me up their pussies the first time, more or less up their back alleys. Lynn's ass on the other hand was like the shutter of an expensive german camera. As soon as she felt my cock touch her little ass muscle, snap, zzzzzz, click, I was inside and it snapped back down forming a tight seal of perfect ass squeezing sphincter around my dick. Snapping pussy was a common joke. Lynn's snapping brownie was in fact a 'Snapper'. "Ungggh!"...I easily drove it further down her hungry hole. Her ass sucked my cock inside her warm, tight, anal cavity almost as easily as her mouth had taken my cock down her throat. Shit, her ass was so tight and foxy. Then she started shifting her gears and putting the pedal to the metal. I really didn't have to do a thing because her ass started humping and fucking my cock like a lady possessed (which obviously she was). What a feeling and what a sight before my eyes as I plowed my cock into this rump pumping, fashion model's horny ass. I didn't know it at the time, but I was about to go down in flames! Seemed like Lynn was a true screamer when her ass got extra hot. Somebody had failed to mention she liked to scream nasty vocals during her rectal recitals! My big wide cockhead had stretched her ass tunnel to the very limit. I pulled back to the outside edge of her entry and to see her anal ring flexing in and out like a toilet plunger tightly sucking the bowl. All it was missing was the suck, suck, sound of the plunger. Wow, her ass hole was a wondrous, rubbery, flexy-looking thing. Her sphincter was so tightly clamped about my cockhead I could pull all the way back the very rim of her brownie without her allowing me to exit. The way she clamped her tight hole around my cockhead, it forsure told me I was not about to get loose from the bitch's ass until she was satiated and was fucking ready to let it go. Her shitter was in total control of my cock! That's the moment it began to happening...and the proverbial shit was about to hit the fan! All of a sudden, Lynn started shrieking. I mean fucking shrieking! The horny bitch was cumming harder than a freight train. She rocked her head all the way back, opened her big mouth, and began yelling... "Fuck me Larry, fuck my horny ass! Yeah baby, bang my dirty little shit hole with your big fat cock! Ummm...oh yeah...pound my ass royal! God damn it...give it to me harder you fucking stud. Spank me...hurt me bad...make me cum you son of a fucking bitch!" She was a god damn banshee, trying to wake the dead! Her screams brought my mother out of the kitchen and right through my bedroom door. Up to this very moment, mom had always treated my privacy with the greatest respect. But then again, up until now, I had always bedded my babes at our Malibu Cottage. Hearing a strange female screaming dirty words from my room must have caused her a great deal of angst. Mother and I also were about to discover some interesting things about both our mutual psyches. Son/mother/lust/incest...it was about to become a dirty novel (or beautiful...depending on your personal perspective). As the door swung open, there stood momma surveying the nasty scene of her son's cock doing the 'ol' in and out' inside a gorgeous piece of female ass! It must have been some sight indeed from her motherly perspective. "Just what in the name of god is going on in my house. Oh my god, Larry Lee Everett! What are you doing with your...your, thingy inside that woman's ass? And you, young lady, get off my son's...my son's penis. You little dirty whore...get your nasty ass of my son's penis. You're nothing but a common piece of trash. Look at you, screwing him with your dirty butt hole. You little bitch of a pig. Get off my son's penis and get your cloths on. And get out of my house this very instant!" Wow, mom had really come unglued. She said a lot more that I can't remember exactly, but that was the gist of her anger. Problem was, between my hangover and Lynn's lack of inhibitions (while at the same time being in a delirium of fucking cum lust) she and I were slow to disengage. Besides, anatomically speaking, between Lynn's tight hole and my spear-shaped cockhead trying to get out, was somewhat like a fish trying to shake a barbed hook out of its mouth. She was painfully squeezing my cock head in a very unusual place. Mom's yelling didn't help either. It had the effect of causing Lynn to squeeze down all the harder on my cock. We indeed were like two dogs glued together in a canine fuck. Her tight little ass had a choke hold on my large mushroom cockhead. It wasn't until she almost shit from shear fright of my mothers final command to get out, that she literally pooped me out of her asshole. I'd heard of having the shit scared out of you, but until now, I never knew a scared girl could shit a cock out her hole. Under other circumstances it could have been funny. But, in front of my hysterical mother...oh fuck, it was anything but humorous! The bedcovers had been scattered about the floor, so both our naked bodies were over exposed to mother's glaring view. It took several seconds before we succeeded in grabbing pillows and part of a bed sheet to cover our naked bodies from mom's lurid stare. Yeah, mom really had a good, long look at her son's cock buried up Lynn's butt all right. She also could see that Lynn was one, long legged, sexy beauty of a woman. My cock was still fully erect with a boner that bounced in a rude, throbbing pulse towards the ceiling. This entire scene was somehow more erotic than a normally interrupted simple fuck. There were Lynn, my mother, my hard cock...I was beginning to have some very unusual stirrings of lust. And some of it was due to mother's presence seeing me fuck another woman. She should have been pissed at only me for my lack of respect and indiscretion. Instead she was pissed at the other woman for fucking her son...wow...that really got my attention. Later in the shower I replayed the scene and got sexually aroused again. Only this time, my big boner was the result of incestuous thoughts about mother. This was a new feeling altogether that somehow fit into my many sexual 'Oedipus Rex' fantasies I had of mother as a pubescent young boy. I had beat my meat many a time, thinking about mother's long legs and sexy ass. Hadn't I often gone into her dresser drawers and taken out some silky panties that knew would soon be cradeling her wonderful fragrant pussy. Hadn't I often jacked off using those same panties as though they were really silken fingers belonging to mother stroking my cock into a body racking cum. Oh fuck, the memories came racing back. More than once I had wet dreams, as a young kid, dreaming I was fucking mom's pussy and sucking on her hard nipples only to wake up in a pool of cum. It was all very confusing at the time. Later in college, I learned that such feelings and dreams were very common on both the part of a son for his mother and a mother for her son. One time she had touched my leg while driving and ran her hand up very close to my crotch. I opened my legs wanting more but she finally removed it as if nothing had happened at all. Another time we were at the beach and she asked me to put sun lotion on her back and legs. I worked my way slowly from her ankles to her the inside of her sexy open thighs and saw a bit of curly red hair peek out from the crotch her swimsuit. I touched her pussy for a brief moment or two and got so turned on I came in my pants. She pretended to be asleep, but I knew she had given me permission to touch her there. At the time I thought it might be her way of letting get close to a woman's pussy but... now I know there was a lot more to her motherly thoughts about her desires towards her son. The last time was only about 6 months before father's heart attack. We had been watching a late movie on TV. She had gone to sleep with her head on a pillow over my lap (or so I thought she was asleep). Then ever so casually she put her hand under the pillow and onto my crotch as though in a deep sleep dreaming of dad. It was very erotic in the dark of the den with the flickering TV glowing on our faces. My cock hardened as her fingers caressed my boner so lovingly. She moved her hand way for a few moments so I took the opportunity to unzip my pants and pull out just the tip of my cock to see what she would do...if any thing. Well, in a short time, her hand once again returned to my crotch and she surely felt the shaft of my hard naked penis. Moving her hand up, around, and over the tip of my cock she began rubbing her thumb over the slickened piss head as my pre-cum slowly oozed out coating her fingers and my cock. I was getting all slippery from mother's sleep-stroking. I worked hard not to blast a shot of jizz into the pillow and on mom's hand. After thinking about what I too might get away with, I also pretended to sleep...snooring just loud enough for mommy to hear (in the event she was awake as I suspected). Casually I dropped my hand on to her breast and gently squeezed her firm titty. She started moaning, again as if asleep. "Ummm daddy (her name for father on the rare occassions they got close). Ummm daddy that feels so good." Needy Mother, Greedy Son I put my hand under her blouse and placed it onto her pointy nubs and she said, "Oh daddy put your big hand down my panties and rub my pussy." I pretended we both were having the same dream. Using my girl friends name I mumbled as if asleep and said, "Sally what was that you said, you want me to rub your pussy." Mom said, "Yes daddy, put your big fingers in your little girls pussy." I lifted moms dress as if in a dream-like hypnotic state, and snored a bit louder. I peeked out and saw moms naked waist and dark furry snatch below. She wasn't wearing panties by gads. I slipped my hand over her taught stomach and slowly slid further down her to her furry crevice. Her stomach quivered from anticipation as my fingers tickelled their down and into her hairy beaver. "Oh daddy, finger fuck your little girl...please." "Ok salley, open wide for your baby's fat finger." I slowly put my long middle finger up her wet gooey hole and she started jacking my cock ever so nicely. We did this until I started moving my hips...shit I was trying so hard not to cum but mother was almost milking it out my cock. I was loosing all control of my prick and filling balls. Momma also was loosing it and humped my finger once or twice and then must have decided that it had gone way too far (or really woken up...which I very much doubt). Then... As if none of it had ever happened, she jumped up and said, "Oh,wow,honey I must have really dozed off. Mommy's really tired, 'night." She scurried off to her room never looking back or giving me the usual peck on the cheek. My cock was slimmy with pre-cum so I knew her fingers had to be coated with my slippery cock sauce. My middle finger like-wise had her pussy juices on it. I just bet she did what I did and tasted her son's liquid at the same time I was smelling and licking my finger clean of momma's syrypy pussy juice. A few minutes later I quietly crept to the doorway of her bedroom and saw she had left the door ajar. I could see her furiously masturbating under the covers and moaning at the need for sexual release. As she came in a quite trembling look moan, I jacked off standing at the door (still watching mother cum) and shot a huge wad in my handkerchief. I dropped the wet kerchief just outside her door so she would know exactly what I had done. The next morning when I walked past her room for breakfast I saw it had been picked up. She never said a word about it, or gave any indication of what we both knew had done that pervious night. Back to what was happening in the present here and now with Lynn: Mom turned and slammed the door harder than I ever heard. I told Lynn to get dressed and not say a word to mother when leaving. As Lynn dashed out my door she said, "I'll be in your car waiting baby...sorry for creating a storm with your mother." I, on the other hand, did the sensible thing and called a cab to take Lynn home. I needed to smooth mom's ruffled feathers and try and explain how all this had come about. Knowing I had some time before the cab arrived, I did the reasonable thing, and took a nice soothing hot shower (mentioned earlier) so as to calm my jangled nerves and sober up a wee bit more. It was there while in the shower and watching my cock harden once again over what had taken place between her/Lynn/and I that I made a plan to confront mother and get this settled once and for all. It was obvious to me that she and I both had been in denial of our emotions for way too long for a long. My god...I wanted to actually bone my own mum and I bet she was madly craving a good fucking from her son at the same time! Mulling this all over, I took extra time in donning on my silk robe, ascot scarf, and slippers. Taking some cash from my wallet I slipped it in my robe for Lynn and the cabby. Then I poured a Vodka Bloody Mary from the wet bar in the adjacent den...just to smooth out the ol' brain cells mind you, before venturing outside to assist Lynn into the arriving cab. My timing was superb. The cab was on schedule, and I was once again in charge of the moment. "You understand Lynn, I need to set things right with my ol' mum and all. Here take the last of my Bloody Mary for the trip home. Oh yes (reaching into my dressing gown), here's a hundred for you and fifty for the cabby. I'll call you tonight ok sweets?" You and I both know I had no intention of calling Lynn 'The Screamer' ever again. After word got out about our escapade, I knew some little needy bitch within our crowd would hear all about it and contact me to console poor ol' spoiled Larry, telling me all about how terribly Lynn had acted in front of my dear ol' mum. Yes, life was still good and all...that is except how my mother might be taking all of this. I entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. Mom didn't even look at me or acknowledge my presence. She just kept her back to me while facing the sink in a stone cold silence. I tried to break the ice with a bit of a quip, "What, no coffee for your little Lawrence, eh? Come mummsy, sit on my lap and tell me what a bad little boy I've been. Oh, shit was I ever in the doghouse. She turned around and glared at me with tear stained cheeks. "This is worst thing you've ever done to me son. You stabbed me in the back bringing that harlot into my home. Not only did you take her to your bed without asking how that might make me feel...you actually let that pig put your big thing up her nasty butt. Why, I never...Larry, what on earth were you thinking. I don't think I will ever get the sight of you two out of my head!" Mom started shivering all over. I thought she was going to go into total shock. She was hyperventilating and her face began turning red as a beet. "Mom, I'm so sorry." Like the spoiled shit I was, I knew it would be to my advantage to lay the blame elsewhere. So, taking mom's lead I said... "Mom, she got me drunk by ordering Drambui's, first one and then another. You know what straight shots of Dambui's do to me. Next thing I know, I'm too drunk to drive. So the conniving bitch drove me home and I must have passed out on the bed. Next thing I know, I woke up stripped naked in my bed with a set of knockers on my chest, Lynn's quim in my face and my willie down her throat. Mom, she took advantage of my condition. I think she staged the whole thing to try and trap me or get some money from us. Why else would she put my penis in her...you know...in her... "Yes, go ahead and say it. (Mom was spitting the words out in disgust.) Up her dirty, wicked ass hole! That's what you meant isn't it?" "I think you are right mother. The conniving little bitch obviously planned all of this." I could tell she was settling back to her normal, calm self. She was breathing much better as well. "Don't you think we should call our attorney and have a meeting so we can possibly avoid a lawsuit. Or worse yet, bad publicity for the bank. Oh, you poor boy. Tell mother just what is going on in your life that could cause you such problems. Darling what can I do to help you get back on track and stop this nonsense?" Perfect, I had pulled my fat out of the fire once again. I was a spoiled shit, but one would have to recognize I was very cleaver. Wouldn't one? Mother poured me a black coffee and started to sit down at the table. "Please mother, come and sit here on my lap. There's something more important now than a stupid photographer's model to discuss. It's about you and I and our special feelings for each other." Mother sat down on my lap and put her consoling arm around my shoulder. "Oh, a model huh? Exactly what kind of a model is she Larry dear? And just what kind of special feelings do you mean about us?" (Mom was cagey all right.) Mother was curious and from the tone of her voice and I could tell she was more than a little jealous to boot. I kept casting the line, and mom kept taking the bait. Mom was smart though and I did think it more than possible that it was I who was getting set up. Either way...one or both of us was now playing a very nice game of cat and mouse...here pussy, pussy! May be it was the mouse that would eat some pussy? "Well, Lynn's what some would call a high fashion model. She works all about Europe, New York to Paris, you know...for some of the big high-end houses of fashion and all the famous designers. They love the way she shows off their fashions. She's been on several covers of fashion magazines. I know you must have seen her, although I'm sure she never appeared on the cover like she looked this morning, eh mother?" (She gave a tiny chuckle at the thought.) "Oh, her name is Lynn is it?" She put her finger under my chin and looked me in the eye. "Did you like what Lynn was doing for you? You are so like your father. I should have done so much more for him and now it's too late. What do you need honey...what could mother do that would keep that kind of tramp from getting you into a mess and ruin your entire life?" I knew very well what mother could do, and so did she. It was getting more and more out into the open. I ignored the first part of her question and pressed her buttons for the second. "Roger...you know Roger Livingston...the son of Mildred Livingston...we met them last Spring in Hyannis Port after father's funeral. Well he's the own who introduced us at the Malibu Yacht Club last night. I thought she was a nice girl. She seemed so proper and all. I had no idea she was a tramp after my money and maybe knowing she could piss off my mother. The bitch must have heard you in the kitchen getting the morning coffee ready." "Honey, you're absolutely right. She knew all along that she was going to create some hell between you and I. Well, I don't like what I saw. She's not innocent but neither are you. Why would you ever do such a thing? Don't I make you happy and give you everything you want? Don't I honey (she cooed)?" Here's where my story really takes a perverted twist that you may find hard to believe. But believe it or not, it's true. I had now come to terms knowing I lusted for mother and was sure she felt the same. My cock was beginning to harden with all this bullshit. After all I had a huge load building for Lynn's ass and it had continued to grow all morning. I had too much jizz swirling around in my painful balls aching for final release. I needed to test the water for both our sakes, find out exactly what we mutually felt for each other above and beyond the average mother/son relationship and then fuck mummy or get with Lynn and finish her ass. I took a hold of mom's hand around my shoulder and slipped it down and just under my dressing gown. The same time, I distracted her with another question. "You asked if you have given me everything I want. And you also asked what you could do for me to keep me from such a woman as Lynn and ruin my life. Before I answer, will you honestly tell me exactly what you were thinking...and feeling...when you saw Lynn and I having sex this morning?" As she began answering she started gently caressing my hairy chest with her polished nails in a very sexual way. "Oh my, Larry...oh my...I've been thinking about all that even before you came into the kitchen. I was...well I'm...(a very long pause took place, all the while her fingers moving over my chest and onto my right nipple causing it to peak)...I was jealous that she was doing such a dirty thing with you. I know it sounds all wrong, but I...oh honey I really can't say it." I kissed my mothers lips with more than a son's normal kiss of his mother. She melted into my arms and sighed. "Oh darling, I think you know what I was thinking don't you sweety. Won't you say it for me?" "You mean you wanted it to be you making love to me instead of her?" I had a raging boner now that began poking up between mother's legs. I stood her up for just a moment and lifted her skirt before sitting her back down. This allowed my cock to touch her naked thighs between her sexy legs. And the good thing was, she let me lift her skirt and position her exactly so without so much as a raised eyebrow. Her hand reached down and rubbed my sensitive cock against the skin of her thigh. Shit I knew then I really was going to fuck my mother after all! I should point out that mother is a beautiful, sophisticated lady of just 20-years my senior. Long legged, tall, and slender with curvy hips. She is the epitome of looks and breeding. Her small breasts were still quite firm for her age. Small boobs that appeared to be maybe 32 A's but also very pouty nipples that constantly pushed outward through the confines of her bra and blouses as if trying to escape. And when she went without a bra (which was more often than not) they stood brazenly out. I often kidded her, "is it cold out today mother, or are you just thinking about me?" Only last month I had seen her reflection in the mirror as she come out of the shower when I entered her room to get one of dad's ties. She didn't see me for the longest time and I got a really good look of her hairy pussy, flat stomach, and slender long legs. Just the way I like 'em. Her shoulders were framed by her long silken red hair and her backside and ass were very curvy indeed! Thinking back now, I remember her saying, "How long have you been looking at me you naughty boy? Do you like what you see?" And I also thought at the time, how strange that she was so very slow to reach out and cover herself with a towel. My mother had posed for a moment to show off her body to me...hmmm...now it all was making sense when put in context with all our prior casual touching over the years. Back to the earlier question of the morning though. I repeated it as she still had her hand on my penis as if it were and ordinary thing between us. I repeated my statement again. "Answer me mother, admit it...you wanted it to be you making love to me instead of her. Say it!" Again a long pause by mother and a further stroking of my cock. She looked me directly in the eye and finally spoke. "Worse than that darling is what I've been thinking and feeling ever since I saw you two together like that. I got so jealous seeing you have sex with another woman. I knew I had wrong feelings toward you, but this...oh god. What you were doing made me realize I wanted it to be me in your bed instead of her. Yes...I wanted you to be inside of me instead of that hussy. Oh Larry darling, call Dr. Henderson and make an appointment. I'm sick with shame for my feelings. It's so wrong. "Mother, I think that is pure bull hockey. I believe it's time you and I got to the heart of all this nonsense. I've been lusting after you for years. You have tried my patience to the point of no return. Finally I understand what my problem is with all my prior relationships...I'm in love with my mother. And you, why want to be in my bed and make me happy just as much, right?" She smiled and nodded in the affirmative. Taking the lead, I stood her up and put my arms around her. My pecker was sticking straight out of my robe. I guided it between her thighs. Pulling her panties aside, I pushed further under her silken pussy lips and pulled her close. Her wet, puffy, pussy fit nicely over my shaft as I hugged her tightly and kissed her lips with fervor. I lifted her skirt higher so I could put my hands on her ass. She in turn, slipped my robe from my shoulders leaving only the ascot around my neck. I walked her to my room in silence and laid her on my bed. Then removing my ascot, I put it over her mouth and between her teeth causing her luscious lips to wrap around it as though it were my cock and her lips mouthing my shaft as she though was nibble on a cob of corn. She looked lovingly at me as I tied it behind her head and said, "I've already had one screaming bitch in my bed this morning, this may remind you to keep quite. We don't want the neighbor's banging on our door do we mother?" Mummy nodded in the affirmative knowing what was coming next. I spread her legs wide, lifted her knees as I slipped quickly between her thighs with my ramped, wicked, incestuous cock. It was so like my wet dreams as a young man. Only this time she made it better than a mere dream. As I entered her tight beaver she lifted her hips and grunted, "Oh god Larry, your making love to your own mother...oh, god, oh god! Yes...baby come inside your naughty mum." My fat cock was ever so tight trying to invade mother's sweet, unused pussy. Bu mother's pussy had obviously become very well lubricated knowing it was about to get fucked by her son's big cock because...after just one brief moment of pushing I slipped into her wet, warm, cunny with my now, mother-fucking cock. She grunted..."oh baby, please be gentle you're so big down there and it's been so long since I had a man inside me." "Relax mother, I'm going to take all of your pussy, as well as all your loving heart, and give you what you have been craving all these many years from your son." Hearing my words of lust and love, she relaxed a bit and her tight, narrow cunny opened up allowing me to fully penetrate her completely. "God baby you feel so good in mommy's pussy. So...fucking...good. Honey don't hold back, fuck me like you were fucking that tramp this morning! (I knew she meant pussy only...but it was a hell of a thought taking mother's sweet ass. I would give that some attention at a later time.) Her head was now all the way back into my pillow and her hips starting to move to my surging cock as I began seriously fucking my own sweet mother. It would have been so wrong earlier, yet now it was so perfectly right. As we mutually share our naked bodies with each other, she lifted her long legs and wrapped them around my waist pulling me deeper into her depths. My throbbing fat cock drove all the way home to mommy's insides as I pushed her down hard into my bed Finally, I was really completely at home inside my mother. She was moaning and crying at the same time and I knew she would always welcome her son into her warm and safe cunny. Yes, the woman of my dreams was milking my cock with her pussy as we each gave the wonderful gift of sexual release as only we two could give one to another. Mother began quivering and shaking at the same exact moment I forcefully began shooting a huge load of my warm seed deep into her womb. First, father had created a son with his seed inside mother. Now, I was planting a son's loving seed in her pussy that would create and consummate our perfect union. Today in South Pasadena there was one needy but satisfied mother, one greedy but loving son, and one very happy home for both of us to live within. (If you enjoyed reading this story as much as the 'Frenchman' enjoyed writing it...please let me know. These two have so much more to share!) Needy Neighbor I happened into an unbelievable experience about a year after my wife passed away suddenly at the age of fifty-three. Since we were empty nesters, after it happened, I had pretty much spent many hours a week at my office where I was away from our memories and the loneliness of our now empty house. As was my custom, I left home around 5:00 a.m. and drove the hour to work stopping about half way to get coffee and a New York Times. My early mornings were basically all the same, Check the FAX machine, fire up the computer, make sure the days work for my shop guys didn't need adjusting and then settling back drinking my coffee and checking out the Times financial section. I always watched my current investments as well as looked for new ones. This was my "relax" time prior to the rest of my office staff getting in around 8:30. The morning in question turned out to be considerably different. I went through my usual routine and just as I was kicking back with my newspaper, I heard the outside door to our offices open up and as I got up to see who was there a woman yelled out, "Is anyone there?" I walked out to see our neighbor from across the street standing there in a terrycloth bathrobe, hair all wet and looking upset. I asked her what she needed and she asked me if we had anyone here that knew anything about plumbing. She told me that her hot water quit right in the middle of her morning shower. I told her I'd be glad to take a look at it as I had done just about everything around the house. I grabbed my millimeter and toolbox and followed her back across the street and into her house. I asked her where her hot water heater was and embarrassingly she told me she had no idea. I looked in the basement but it wasn't there so I checked around the bathroom and adjacent to it found a utility closet with the hot water heater in it and a breaker box next to it. After shutting down the power I used my millimeter to determine that the quick recovery element in the heater was bad. Explaining to her that the water heater would need to be drained and the element replaced, she told me her husband was away all week and she couldn't afford a plumber to fix it. I told her it wasn't a big deal and that if she could get me a hose to drain it, I would take out the part and run over to Home Depot to get a replacement. She smiled and said, "Thank you sooooo much, I'll really owe you for this." After I set up the drain hose, she asked if I wanted coffee or something while we waited for it to empty and I answered, "Coffee AND something would be nice." We made our way down to the kitchen and I took a seat at the kitchen table. At this point I should explain that Bobbi (her name) was a flaming red head, about five foot six and probably weighed about one-hundred and thirty-five lbs. or so. Her body didn't show the two children she had or her forty-fivish age. She had a very nice shape with very large breasts and a nice round ass that incidentally, I couldn't take my eyes off. I had been celibate since my wife passed and was feeling very horny. She opened up a cabinet to get out coffee mugs and while standing on her tip-toes her mid thigh length robe lifted up to expose the bottom of her naked ass. I got up to see if I could help her reach the mugs and as I got behind her she lost her balance and fell backwards. As I went to grab her, my hand slid under her robe feeling the soft flesh of her ass. She let out quite a moan and to my surprise, didn't try to pull away. On the contrary she wiggled a little until my hand was between her legs. Realizing what she was doing, she immediately turned around blushing and apologized, telling me she didn't know what got into her. I told her not to think twice about it that it would be "our little secret." We had coffee and told each other about ourselves. She was going into details about her husband and their sex life (or lack thereof) that I just couldn't believe. Mostly about his erectile dysfunction at the age of forty and that he was smallish anyway so her satisfaction was mostly through oral sex. I couldn't believe the way she was opening up to me but she did tell me she felt very comfortable chatting with me and it seemed that we had known each other forever. Once the hot water heater drained I took out the element and left to get a new one. When I returned, I was surprised to see she was still in her robe but had dried her hair and put on makeup. As I installed the part, she was leaning over me pressing her breasts against my back and breathing lightly against my neck which immediately made me aroused. When I turned around, she undid her robe and dropped it from her shoulders to the ground. I stood there staring at her completely naked and gorgeous body, then without saying a word she slowly went down to her knees, unbuckled my belt, undid my slacks and pulled them down to the floor. Looking up at me smiling, she put her fingers in the waistband of my boxers and slid them down. As my already erect cock became exposed, she looked at it and half jokingly said, "Oh God, I don't think I can get that entire thing in." I just smiled and said, "Not to worry it's not THAT big." Actually I have been told the girth is way above normal and that women always seem to "find a way" or at least have fun trying. With that she took it in her right hand, which fit about two thirds of the way around it, and pulled it to her lips. She proceeded to lick it and then suck it forcing more and more in her mouth until she gagged a bit. As she sucked on it I began to rock forward watching her cheeks collapse around it as she sucked it in. She was getting hotter and hotter then took her left hand and began to play with her cunt, spreading the red pubic hair out of the way in order to get full access to her clit. I thought I would explode my load right then and there and began to pull away telling her so. She said that it was OK. She wanted to taste me. I laughed and said that the utility closet was not the place and besides, I really wanted to reciprocate. Reciprocate must have been the right word because she got up immediately and ran into the bedroom flopping down on the bed and spreading her legs. I followed leaving a trail of clothes along the way. I knelt between her legs and kissed up and down them, first the right one then the left. As I kissed up her inner thighs, and got close to her pussy, she tried to turn herself onto my mouth. I moved away teasing her with a lick. "For God sake, EAT ME," she demanded. I complied with her wishes and started to lick up and down her slit stopping at her clit to give it special attention. She was already so wet from anticipation that my middle finger slipped inside of her easily as I devoured her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth. Instantly she was moaning and groaning, she was sucking on the fingers of her one hand and holding my head against her cunt with the other and in less than three minutes, she grunted then let out a scream that she was cumming. She gushed cum, something I had heard of but never experienced before. She squeezed her thighs hard against my head telling me to stop that she just couldn't take anymore. I didn't stop until I felt her body shiver and buck knowing she had cum a second time. My face was completely covered in her juices as I moved up her body and started kissing her. She tried to take my cock in her hand and put it inside her pussy but I told her I wasn't ready yet. She seemed a little upset and said, "Well, GET READY." I just explained to her that I wanted to sixty-nine and she smiled saying, "Oh, so you want me to have a heart attack, two can play at that game." She rolled on top of me in the position I requested and started sucking, going up and down with her hand and mouth. Squeezing her hand in a futile effort to close it around the base she stroked it up and down as my cock went in and out of her mouth. A thin thread of pre-cum hung from her bottom lip to the head of my now swollen penis, which she quickly slurped into her mouth. I began to tongue fuck her, as well as lightly rubbing my finger against her clit. Her muffled moans around my shaft were such a turn on. It was like she couldn't get enough of my cock, just going wild on it, she was like an animal. Then she screamed and gushed again. Getting up, moving over and squatting down on the head of my cock she yelled, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME RIGHT NOW." She plunged herself down not considering my size and screamed again but this time in pain instead of pleasure. She quickly lifted up until just the head of my cock was still in her and leaned forward, she kissed me and whispered how it hurt her and to please go easy. I started to slowly slide my cock in and out, each time going a little bit deeper until about three quarters of my shaft had entered and I felt resistance against the head of it knowing that she couldn't take any more inside her. At that point I quickened the pace fucking her faster and faster with her love juices being squeezed out as I went in. Her labia were stretched to the max. I felt her body tense and her teeth which first were nibbling my lower lip, began to bite harder. Knowing she was close, with a final very hard thrust, she shook and came again. I couldn't hold back anymore and my cock exploded with what was a huge load. My cock pumped burst after burst of hot sticky fluid into her. As I slowed my pace, she collapsed on my chest breathing erratically. I didn't realize it at first but she appeared to have passed out for a few moments, her body completely limp on mine. She regained her composure and rolled off of me joking that she could get used to "that" and now she knew she was lying when she used the old line "size didn't matter" or "more than a mouthful is wasted" to appease her hubby. With that we both dozed off for about an hour. I woke up with Bobbi getting out of bed, wrapping the top sheet around her and telling me she hoped I had fixed the hot water because she really needed to shower off our love juices as well as the sweat. After about five minutes I got up to check and make sure the hot water was working properly and as I entered the bathroom, noticed her silhouette through the frosted glass of the shower. I decided that another round might be in order so I slid the door aside and stepped in telling her I wanted to make sure I got a shower also, just in case the hot water went out again. She just laughed and said we could wash each others backs. I took the soap, washed my face and rinsed it off. Grabbing the soap out of my hand she began to wash the rest of my body, first my chest and underarms, then my stomach. Next she did both my legs and finally worked her way up to my cock stroking it with lather until it was at attention once again. I turned around and she continued to wash my back taking very special care to clean my ass using her hands adroitly to spread my cheeks and lightly wash my hole. When she was done, she gave me the soap, turned around and told me it was her turn. I started washing her neck and back then reached around with both hands to lather her breasts. I just couldn't resist giving her erect nipples a quick pinch, which, by her slight sigh, she obviously enjoyed. I then returned to her back, massaging it with soap and slowly working my way down to her ass. As I washed her ass I slipped my hand between her legs to her pussy which was still very slippery but swollen as well. She leaned forward against the tile of the shower and told me she was a little sore "down there" and was sorry but she didn't think she could "take" me again. I told her that it was not a problem that "there" was not what I had in mind and at the exact same moment slipped my hand between her cheeks to toy with her bud. Bobbi told me that she had never done that before as her husband thought it was "dirty" but she always wondered about it and even went as far as to utilize a butt plug when masturbating with her dildo. She told me she really liked the feeling of fullness inside her when she had done that but was certain my size would be too much. I tried to ease her concerns by telling her it was all about relaxation. She insisted it would hurt too much to enjoy but if I wanted to fuck her cunt again she could withstand the soreness. By then I had already penetrated her bud with one finger and was sliding the second in spreading my fingers to open up her asshole. I grabbed my cock with the other hand and started to force my way in. Her protests went unheard as I pulled my fingers away and very slowly attempted to get the head of my cock through the tight ring of her asshole. I used my free hand to force her back down, bending her farther over as the tapered head of my cock slipped through her sphincter. She began to pant and cry a little. I whispered "Don't worry baby, just relax, I'll go slow." I felt her body relax with the softness of my words and I slowly pressed forward. Then I pulled back slightly and went in just a little further. She grunted. I reached around and fondled her breasts pinching her nipples again. I could tell she was beginning to enjoy this new sensation as she lifted her head up and began to press her ass back at me. As I continued to pull back then press forward every so slightly she reached down with her hand and started to play with her pussy in the manner that only a woman who had pleasured herself before would know. With the other hand she lifted up her breast and was sucking and nibbling on her nipple. I couldn't believe how much of my cock was in her and now instead of telling me "not to," she was telling me "not to stop." She was now bucking back against me, my balls slapping against her. She had almost her entire hand in her cunt, fucking herself with it as I fucked her ass. She obviously had gotten by the previously mentioned soreness and now was yelling "Oh God, Yes, Oh God, Yes, Fuck my ass, Fuck my little ass," over and over again. At that time I told her I was going to cum in her ass and she begged me to, as she was close to cumming again herself and wanted to feel what it was like have her ass filled with cum. This drove me over the edge and I exploded filling her canal with my hot cum. Both thoroughly exhausted we stayed motionless for a little while, then I pulled out with a pop. She embarrassingly let out a little fart of air and my thick fluid oozed from her now gaping asshole. We finished our shower with her very gingerly washing herself as now she was sore everywhere. I told her that I just had to get back to work and she said she understood but asked if I would like to come back the next night for dinner. She indicated she was an excellent cook and I told her I'd love to, that it had been a long time since I had a home cooked meal. As I went out the door she asked if Italian was OK and I replied, "Great. See you around sixish." The next night's a whole other story . . .