6 comments/ 64321 views/ 3 favorites A Favor For A Friend By: Talespin Returning from my Thursday afternoon class, I saw the fresh sticky note on my college dormitory room door. "Dan. Call your aunt. Today before five if possible." The message, taken by another dorm resident, sounded innocent enough to the casual reader, except I have no aunt. The message was from Eileen Hamilton, a 44-year young farm wife from my home town, a very small farming community. I chronicled my first sexual encounter with her in an earlier story, "Harvest's Over". The message she left was coded to help conceal our ongoing, though from my perspective too infrequent, sexual relationship. In fact, only twice in the ten months since our first meeting by the river near her home had we been able to meet at a motel near my college. Her husband rarely left home for more than an hour or two to go into town. The message she left suggested that he would very likely be away until the weekend. Reading the message caused my mind to recall our earlier meetings and my cock to harden in anticipation. I went into my dorm room, took my cell phone from my belt, and dialed Eileen's telephone number from memory, 555-6935. "Hello." "Hello, is this 555-7935?" My inquiry with the incorrect telephone number was to give her a discrete opportunity to tell me she could not talk if her husband, her son, or her daughter were in hearing range. "Hello, Dan. I'm glad you could call back so quickly." She was obviously free to talk. "You know me, Eileen...always eager when you're involved." "Oh, how well I know. But I can't talk very long. Tom will be back from town before dinner." Her comment was odd; she usually didn't call at all unless she was going to be available for one or two days. "So, what's up then?" I asked with noticeable disappointment in my voice. "Well, an old friend of mine has been visiting with us for that past two days, and she had planned to be here all next week. Tom's going to be gone to the coast on Tuesday and Wednesday, and I planned to bring her over so the three of us might visit together." A threesome? I'd never even considered that, but to a twenty-year old male with thermonuclear hormones, it was worth thinking about. "But...," she continued. Uh-oh. There are very few positive outcomes when that word pops up. "...she has her own interior design business, and her office manager called today to tell her she needs to return over the weekend to revise a proposal that must be back to her client by Monday." "So, what does your friend's schedule change have to do with me?" I asked with just a hint of impatience. "Well, Dan, I've told Barbara about you and me and the visits we've had. I hope you don't mind my telling her, by the way, but she and I really are close friends. Very close. Anyway, she had very high hopes of meeting you. So, it ooccurred to me that even though she has a flight out tomorrow night, you might be available tomorrow afternoon." "But what about Tom? How are you going to explain being gone?" I asked. "Well, see, that's the thing. I can't come. I was hoping that you might be willing to meet with Barbara alone and help her enjoy her last few hours of visiting. Look, I know it's a lot to ask, particularly since you've never met her, but believe me, you won't be sorry. In fact, I'm a little concerned that once you've gotten to know her, you'll forget about me." It was difficult to tell if Eileen's last comment was serious or not, so I decided to test her. "Why would you be concerned about that? What does Barbara have that you don't?" She laughed easily. "Well, if you're hoping for some 20-year-old screamer with big boobs, forget it. Barbara and I are the same age. But, she certainly has a nice figure. Very sensitive to touches, I might add. And yes, she does have those extra special somethings you and I both find highly arousing...she is a natural woman and very vocal." If there had been any reservations about my willingness to meet Barbara, they were erased with that last enticing dialogue. I prefer women who are unashamed to retain their body hair. Their hairy pits, pubes, legs, and arms add fuel to my sexual fires. And my partner's sounds during sex drive me wild, absolutely wild. Eileen, who is bisexual, appreciates both qualities in her partners as well. "All right, Eileen. You've convinced me. Where and what time shall I meet her tomorrow?" "Thank you, Dan. You won't be sorry, I promise. And since you're doing me such a big favor by helping out a friend, I promise that I'll make it up to you next time we're together...if you have regained your strength by then." She laughed again. "Anyway, Barbara will try and get a room at the Hilltop tomorrow. If you don't mind, I'll have her leave a message for you at your dorm. It'll just say "Your family is flying in on Alaska Airlines flight number so-and-so at such-and-such a time. The flight number will be the room number and the time will be the time. Is that okay?" "Sure, that'll be fine." "And I'd suggest you wear tight jeans and a tight tee-shirt, you know, just like you do for me." Eileen's last suggestion was a reference to a preference of her's. She's turned on very quickly by a full erection causing a bulge in my jeans when I meet her. Consequently, I'll sit in my car and stroke myself to a diamond-cutter erection just before knocking on the motel room door. "It'll be my pleasure," I said. "At least, I hope so." "Oh, it will. I promise. Just don't wear yourself out. Remember, Tom is going to be gone for a couple days next week. But given your stamina, I'm sure you'll have no trouble being ready by then. And..." She paused, apparently uncertain whether to continue. "What?" I asked. "Well..." she hesitated, the twinge of indecision still in her voice. "Barbara's married, too." "Yeah? So...?" I interrupted her. Surely she had to know that was of no concern to me. "Well, she and her husband have a son that's your age." She hesitated, her conflict more apparent. "Okay, Eileen. What is it?" "Look, Dan, you've got to promise me something. You've got to promise that you'll never tell Barbara that I've told you what I'm going to tell you. She revealed something to me in the strictest confidence. Promise?" "Is it something that could get me in trouble?" "No." "Okay then. What?" "Barbara has a fantasy. And that's all it is – a fantasy. She'd never try to fulfill it." She paused again, and this time I just waited for her to continue. It was a long and very uncomfortable pause. "She has a fantasy about having sex with her own son." "That's it? That's what all this secrecy stuff is about? Good grief, Eileen." "Well, I just wanted you to know. Just in case something happens to slip out while you two are together tomorrow." "C'mon, Eileen. It's not like she's an axe murderer or anything. I mean, there's nothing wrong with fantasies. I've even thought about being with my own mom, and I'll bet you've even jilled yourself more than once thinking about your own son." Her silence was my answer, so I went on. "Let me ask you this: What would happen tomorrow if I were to make Barbara think that when I was with her, I was actually fantasizing about being with my mother?" After another long pause, Eileen said, "You probably wouldn't have your strength back by the time we meet next week!" And so, a plot was formed. The following day, Friday, I had only morning classes. After the last one, I returned to my dormitory, walked down the hall to one of the two shower rooms on the floor, and showered and shaved. When I returned to my room, there was a note on my door. "Dan. Your family is on Alaska Airlines flight 349 arriving at 1:30 p.m." Good. That gave me a little over an hour to finish dressing and get to the motel. The Hilltop Suites Motel is an upscale motel, not your usual cheap dump. The university uses it to put up visiting dignitaries, so it has quite a few amenities one would not expect to find in a college-town motel. Most rooms have a living room with bar, writing desk, and television in addition to a large master bedroom that also has a television and a desk. At 1:25 p.m. I pulled into the motel parking lot and drove around the building until I found room 149. It was in back, and there was only one other car in the parking lot. I looked upward two floors, and there was room 349. Following Eileen's request, I began to get into my "sexed up" mode. Imagining what Barbara would look like, I began to rub my hand over my jeans. My cock began to swell dramatically. Two minutes later, I was walking up the stairs. Promptly at 1:30 p.m. I knocked on the door to room 349. "Who is it?" a woman's voice from inside asked. "Dan," I called out. The door opened a crack, the useless door chain still engaged. I saw part of a face looking back at me. "Just a sec..." The door closed briefly, the sliding chain sound followed by the door opening. "Hi, I'm Dan," I said not too cleverly. I had a look of surprise on my face, feigned for her consumption. "Hello, Dan. I'm Barbara. Please, come in," she extended her hand and I took it as I entered. Her grip was warm, confident. Her eyes quickly appraised my form, stalling only briefly but noticeably on the bulge so evident in my jeans. "This is a little awkward, isn't it?" she asked lightly. I smiled and nodded in agreement, all the while looking straight at her. "Is something wrong, Dan? You looked at me strangely when I opened the door, and now you're staring at me. Do I have a piece of lettuce in my teeth or something?" "No, it's not that. It's just that you really remind me of someone," I said, letting my voice trail off. "Well. Listen, would you like something to drink? I'm sure we can find something in this minibar here." She pulled open the door on the mini-fridge, breaking the green seal. "I see a wine cooler in there. That would be nice," I said. "That works for me, too," she answered. She poured our respective coolers into the standard motel water glasses. "To friendship," she toasted. "To friendship," I replied. We both sipped our drinks. I unashamedly looked at her. She was about five-feet-three with shoulder length brown hair and bright white teeth. Her brown eyes were bright and clear and expressive. She wore a sleeveless white blouse that neither fully concealed nor fully revealed her figure. It did, however, enhance my libido by showing off the dark hair on her forearms leading up to the black hair peeking from her underarms. Her white slacks fit her perfectly and told me that she perhaps worked to keep her figure in shape. "So, Dan. Do you like what you see?" "Yes, you're a very attractive woman," I answered rather stiffly. Though my voice was stiff, it was even harder to conceal the burgeoning stiffness in my pants. My imagination thrilled at what must be beneath her clothing. She laughed, not mockingly, but a friendly laugh. "Eileen said you would probably be a little be shy...at first. And she was right. She sent something along that may help you relax a bit. Why don't you have a seat on the couch?" She pointed toward the couch. I nodded and sat as she moved to the entertainment unit that housed the television. She opened the doors to reveal the television and a DVD player. She used the remote control to turn on the television and the DVD player, then she inserted a DVD she had retrieved from her suitcase. Barbara joined me on the couch and used the remote control to start the DVD player. Barbara's full-length image appeared on the screen, dressed only in a man's white dress shirt and thigh-high stockings. Her voice flowed from the speakers on the television. "Hello, Dan. Eileen thought perhaps a short movie might break the ice," she spoke seductively in a very slight southern drawl. "I hope you like movies." I was hypnotized. The ultra-sexual woman on the screen appeared so different from the woman sitting next to me on the couch. The stockings concealed what I hoped would be stimulating leg hair, yet the shirt covered effectively below her waist. Her carefully selected coverings were driving me more insane in anticipation than if she had been fully unclothed. As I continued to watch, Eileen appeared on the screen and came up behind Barbara. She deftly slipped her right arm around Barbara's waist and drew herself against Barbara from behind. With her left hand, she pulled Barbara's flowing brown hair away from the side of Barbara's face and began kissing her ear and neck. Barbara responded audibly to Eileen's warm wet tongue and began to grind her ass against Eileen. Barbara's movements caused the shirt to begin riding up under the pressure of Eileen's arm, and I began to see just the hair protecting Barbara's womanhood. It was full, lush, and black. I continued to watch as the two women writhed together, then as Eileen began removing the shirt, exposing Barbara's breasts, nipples hard and erect. A dark trail of hair ran from Barbara's navel down to her pubes. I was enthralled. Both women were now clearly oblivious to the camera and were intensely focused only on their own sexual pleasure. I continued to stare at the screen, becoming even more aware of my own erection. Barbara had put her right arm around my shoulder and drawn herself closer to me. I felt her left hand begin to stroke my hardness through my jeans, and her hot breath in my ear. "Mmmm. Eileen said my hairiness would do the trick. You want to do that to me, don't you, baby?" she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust. I turned my head to the left to the woman seated next to me on the couch. Her eyes that had been so soft had hardened, fired by her sexual needs. Before I could answer, her sensuous lips engulfed mine, and she plunged her tongue aggressively against mine. I felt her fingernails dig into my neck while her other hand tore furiously at my belt, then at the button and zipper on my jeans. She thrust her hand inside my undershorts and grasped my thick and hardening shaft. "Oh...God...baby! Eileen was right! You...do..." Her voice trailed off as our mouths sought each other's. We kissed as if we could bring each other to oral orgasms with our tongues. "You're...huge...!" Her words exploded in my ears, poured fuel on my searing sexual desire for her. She pulled my now fully erect cock free from my shorts and trousers and began to stroke it furiously while we still tried to consume each other orally. Her hand roamed over my hardness, stroking my sac, and wandering through my own thick pubic hair. It took all of my will power to carry out the next act in our minidrama, but I pushed her away and stood up, backing slowly away. Though lust still shown in her eyes, she had a stunned look. "What's wrong, baby?" she pleaded. I took a deep breath before answering. "You remind me too much of...someone...someone I'd very much like to...to..." I let her mind fill in the unspoken fantasy. Her eyes softened, perhaps feeling some unintended pain. "Oh. Probably your girlfriend," she sighed. "Well, I can't blame you for preferring a younger woman to..." "No," I interrupted her, "Not a girlfriend. And not a younger woman." I paused again as she looked at me questioningly. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I have a fantasy, an evil fantasy." Again I paused for dramatic effect. "You look almost exactly like..." I let my words hang. "Like who?" she asked, almost demanded. "I can't tell you," I said. "It's a sick fantasy, very wrong." As my words came out and Barbara recognized that it was not her lack of sexual attractiveness that had caused me to cool slightly, the embers of lust began to again glow in her eyes. "Tell me, Dan. Tell me." Her voice had again grown hoarse with sexual anticipation. "You look exactly like my mother." My fictional confession had exactly the desired effect on her. Barbara exploded from the couch and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my standing torso and her arms around my neck to draw her lips against mine. As I put my arms under her ass to support her weight, she used her remarkably strong legs to grind herself against me. "Yes, baby, yes," she cried between deep, probing kisses. "Touch me! Mommy wants you so bad. Mommy wants her young man's cock. Fuck your Mommy hard!" We continued to kiss voraciously as I carried her still-clothed body toward the suite's bedroom, her pussy still thrusting against my belly. I lowered her onto the queen-sized bed, then once again pushed her away. As I did, I began to slowly and seductively take off my clothes, removing first my tee-shirt to expose my torso and arms. I kicked off my topsiders and stood before her, my cock still exposed, hard, erect, and throbbing from her earlier exploration. Her eyes remained riveted on it while I peeled down my jeans and undershorts then kicked them aside. I stood naked only a few feet from her, allowing her eyes to consume my body. "My God!" she whispered. "She said you were.... You are a hairy stallion." "And your hairy stallion wants to fuck his Mommy," I replied. Her fantasy, and perhaps mine, was set to be fulfilled. Her visage changed, our fantasy transformations complete. She was no longer Barbara, she was my mother, and I was her son. Our feelings and emotions exposed, we cast aside our inhibitions and reservations, both now to soon be engulfed by our forbidden fantasy. "Strip for me, Mommy," I urged as I stood commandingly in front of her. "No, baby," she whispered. "This is wrong. If baby wants Mommy, you'll have to force me." Her breathing was hard and ragged with the expectation of what would come. Her words were my release, my permission. She had begun to lay back on the bed, expecting me to cover her quickly. Instead, I grabbed her by her wrists and pulled her to her feet, her body crashing against mine violently. She cried out in surprise as my hands grasped the front panels of her blouse and pulled it open sending buttons flying across the room. I stared briefly at her lovely breasts, nipples erect and exposed, begging for my lips. Barbara put her arms around my neck and pulled my eager lips to her breast. I felt the nipple harden and lengthen between my lips. My tongue flicked quickly across its tip several times, each pass causing her to thrust her breast toward my face in eager fulfillment. Her breathing quickened as the sexual lightening bolts coursed throughout her body. My hardened cock pressed against the front of her white slacks. She involuntarily began to ride up and down against it, perhaps hoping it would slice through the layers of fabric between by naked manhood and her shielded womanhood. My arms wrapped around her back, my hands struggling to pull the loosened blouse from her body. I began to kiss outward from her nipple, over her breast, licking, kissing, upward to her shoulder and the side of her neck. I found a deliciously warm spot at the base of her neck and began suckling and licking it. Her sexual sensitivity there became instantly obvious. She began gasping for breath, her breaths interspersed with moans and sighs. I felt her fingernails digging and scratching into my shoulders and back while my mouth sought all of her torso, every delectable sexual and sensual taste. My tongue tweaked every sexual nerve it touched, and she responded both loudly and physically. She was grinding her covered pubes against my naked cock, and I was fearful of cumming too soon. I kissed my way around her breasts, first gently and then more forcefully taking each hardened nipple between my teeth and pulling. The pain only heightened her lustful desire. I kissed my way down her belly, using my tongue to paint around her navel, then plunge my tongue into it, perhaps sending a subliminal message of my intentions. I felt the rippling spasm of her abdominal muscles in response, and I began to fell and smell her womanly musk coming closer to me. Her scent inflamed me. I kissed and licked the hairy trail from her navel downward. My rough tongue felt the spasms of desire in her. A Favor for a Friend Kellie and I had been neighbors for the last seventeen years; even though there had been almost ten years between us, we had become close friends within the last year or so after her parents had died and she'd gotten their house. Before that, she'd just been a pesky kid that had driven me nuts over the years prior to our friendship. For being only twenty-five, Kellie was very mature for her age, not to mention growing up from a shy, chubby little girl I had met all those years ago to one voluptuous, sexy young woman. At least I thought so, but I love my women with a little meat--no size 5 skeletons for me. To the casual observer, Kellie seemed to have the world at her feet, but her luck with men seemed not so stellar. Still, we would laugh about her dates from hell and would often go places together in between, of course, just as good friends. But one night would stand out forever. I had been up late when I heard Kellie come home from yet another date; the door had slammed, which gave me the indication that this latest venture of hers hadn't worked out either. I picked up the phone and dialed her number. "So buddy, how did it go?" She sounded as if she was ready to cry. "Oh, London," she complained. "What is wrong with me? Why do I always get the losers? It's nights like this I wish I had been a lesbian." "No you don't, kiddo," I teased, trying to lighten her mood. "You love looking at us guys too much. You think I don't see you checking out their asses?" "You are terrible!" she managed to giggle. "Can you come over? I could use some good company." "Now there is an offer I can't refuse. I'm always ready to keep a good buddy company." I had been naked in bed, but now I got up and pulled on a pair of shorts, not even bothering with underwear or shoes. It was just Kellie, after all, and she'd seen me like this before. "Hey, girlie," I grinned when she answered the door. She had changed into a nightshirt and though she had panties on, I could see that her full, 34D tits were braless. Kellie brought us sodas, and we sat on the couch for awhile and chatted about her evening. By the time she'd finished the recap, both of us were howling with laughter. Then she got quiet. "Something wrong?" I finally asked after a few minutes of silence. "London," she began. "People think since my folks passed, I have everything. But there is one thing missing that I always wanted." "Sure, the right man," I nodded. "You're a beautiful lady, Kellie. You're still young and will meet the right guy." "It's not just that," she sighed. "What I really want the most is to have a child of my own. I don't care about a guy, really. You know....just have sex so I can get pregnant. The guy wouldn't even have to be involved with me or my baby." "Wait," I said. "You want to find a guy to fuck so you can get knocked up?" "Well, my dating and relationship record is nothing to brag about," she said. "So why not just find...well, basically, a stud?" "Wow....that's the first I've heard a woman say that." Kellie placed her hand on my leg. "London," she asked. "Would you do me a favor?" "What?" "I want you to fuck me. You know, just a friendly sex thing." "And get you pregnant." "That too. Would you? You're a good looking man. That facial hair you grew out makes you look darker and sexier. I've always been...attracted to you a little, but now I'm like 'wow.' I've also noticed that you have a little bounce in your booty, and it looks like you aren't lacking in the package area either." "You've been looking at MY ass too?!" "You have a great body. I think if you got me pregnant, I'd have one beautiful child!" Kellie's hand had gone from my leg and moved up to my crotch, which she stroked gently. "Oooh, and you aren't wearing any underwear," she purred as I began to grow aroused under her touch. "You know, it's been awhile since I slept with a man." I got up and peeled off my shorts in front of her, showing I was indeed naked underneath. "I can make it worth your while, baby" I said, displaying my full erection before her. Wordlessly, Kellie came over to me, knelt down and took my entire cock into her mouth, starting to suck me as I groaned with pleasure above her. She then dipped her head down to lick my balls before running her tongue under my shaft and licking the head round and round. Holy shit, this woman certainly knew how to give a good blow job! Suddenly, my cock was back in her mouth and practically down her throat, Kellie sucking it like an expert. I knew if I let her keep this up, I would cum before I was ready to. Hesitantly, I pulled her off my still-hard cock before she stood up and flung off her nightshirt and panties. "I think I'm ready to fuck now," she purred sexily. "So how do you want it first, baby?" I asked. Kellie climbed back on the couch face down and her rounded ass in the air. "Fuck me doggy, London." Wanting to get her really hot, I buried my face in her shaved cunt from behind, tongue fucking her until her orgasm began to ripen and she exploded. I knew she had finished cumming when she panted, "You can really make a woman cum! God, London, I never had a man make me have that kind of orgasm." "I got something else that will give you a good orgasm too," I leered, getting up and giving my cock a few strokes. I then pressed the tip of my cock just inside of her pussy. "Mmmmm," she teased. "I like that. You going to give your Kellie a little more? Are you going to fuck me good with that nice big dick and get me pregnant?" "Oh baby, I will be happy to oblige," I growled before sliding my manhood slowly into her. "Yes!" she cried as I began to pump in and out of her, grabbing her hips for leverage. "London, fuck me!" As I continued pounding her pussy harder, Kellie screeched at me to fuck her deeper, harder, faster. Grabbing her ass cheeks, I then plunged my cock all the way to the balls into her, fucking Kellie like she would be the last woman I would see in my life. "Oh fuck!" she screeched. "Come on, London, do it to me good!" God, did she have a tight pussy; but given my sexual experience with women of size, I had yet to encounter one that didn't, and the tightness of Kellie's own cunt had turned me on even more. I sped up the assault on her from behind, speeding up the tempo even more, both of us enjoying every moment. "You love this, don't you, baby?" I panted, not missing a stroke. "London...ooh..it feels so good...I haven't been fucked for so long...." "God, I never knew you were such a hot woman...." Kellie came again, and this time, it seemed to take an eternity to come down from her orgasm. Once she had, she pulled forward, my cock sliding out of her, and crawled forward a little. "What's the matter, baby?" I asked, totally lost. "Did I hurt you?" She rolled over. "No. I'm ready for another position, lover boy. Think you can handle more of this tight pussy?" "Mmmmmmmmm," I groaned. "Only if you ride my cock, sweet stuff." "You like a woman on top?" she asked, a look of pure lust on her face. "Ride me, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy ride my cock." It didn't take long for her to climb on me and straddle my hips, lowering her full, sexy body on me and bounced up and down on my cock. I was in pure heaven "Oh God that feels so fucking good!" I hissed, bucking up my hips to meet hers. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Kellie moaned. "Your cock feels so good inside me, London." She began to cum again; riding me even harder right through her orgasm until she came down from it. My cock still inside her, I rolled over until I was on top of Kellie, putting her legs on my shoulders and fucking her the old fashioned way. Her moans grew louder with each stroke I had slamming in and out of her pussy. "Fuck me, London. Fuck me harder," she ordered. "You sexy bitch," I panted. "You are so fucking hot! I'll fuck you real good, baby. I'll fuck you so well, you'll beg for more!" With every dirty word she hissed and cried under me, I sped up the pace even more, soon feeling heat rising in my balls and ready to shoot those baby makers into her at any given moment. "I'm going to cum, Kellie," I said, speeding up the strokes in and out of her as I hard as I could while I grasped her ankles tighter. "Are you sure you want this?" "Yes!" she cried. "Please cum in me....get me pregnant, London." Within minutes, once I had felt one last orgasm from Kellie, streams of white-hot semen let loose deep inside of her beautiful pussy until my cock was completely empty. My now-soft dick still inside her, I let go of Kellie's legs and leaned down to kiss her, our tongues dancing together. "God, London," she panted once we broke the kiss. "That was great! You were right; you did make it worth my while." "Only doing a friend a favor," I grinned. "So did we make a baby or do you want me to hang around tonight just in case we need to try again?" "Mmmm," she said, stroking my limp cock again. "Maybe you should spend the night just to make sure the deed has been done." We would have sex twice more that night. Nine months later, I was with Kellie when she delivered our beautiful, eight-pound daughter, Winter. Even though the initial plan had been for me to be nothing more than a sperm donor of sorts for Kellie to have the child she wanted, our relationship grew during her pregnancy and I couldn't pass up being in my little girl's life after Winter was born. And next month, Kellie and I are getting married. Who knew that doing a favor for a friend would have such great rewards? A Favor for a Friend Broken Dates "What do you think?" asked Lana as she modeled her new dress in front of her husband. The emerald satin fabric hugged her wasp like figure and the low cut neck line accentuated her large breasts. She had just finished styling her long auburn hair into sexy curls that rolled half way down her back. She had eyes the color of green glass, rimmed in a thin application of eyeliner. "Very nice." said Ethan. Her husband was of medium build, dressed in gray slacks and a white button up and gray vest. His hair was cut short and tidy complementing his runners physique. The cornflower blue tie he wore matched his eyes. "You don't look so bad yourself." she said, straightening the knot on his tie and leaning up on tip toes to give him a kiss. "Although I think it would look better on the floor." She kissed him deeper. They were both just over thirty and had been together since college, but they never really got out of the honeymoon phase in their relationship. A fact that many of their friends envied. She leaned hard into him, pinning him against the back of the couch and rubbed a hand up and down his stiffening member. "Mmmm," he moaned lightly into her before pulling away. "That sounds wonderful, but considering it just took you two hours to get ready I don't think we have time if we're going to make our reservation. We can always do this afterward." She pouted. "I guess you're right." Lana pulled away from her husband reluctantly. Normally he came home covered in sawdust and sweat from his construction job, so seeing him clean cut and dressed to the nines hit a special place for her and he knew it. Climbing into their car they made their way to their favorite restaurant. A fusion place downtown that had some of the best Southwestern and Japanese food in town. They were meeting an old friend of theirs from college, Jason, and his girlfriend, Kathy. Ethan and Jason were old pot-head buddies back during their freshman year in college and would spend countless hours baking out in Jason's studio apartment. Lana was Jason's tutor, somehow keeping his grades afloat through the haze of marijuana. Somewhere among their mutual friends Lana and Ethan met and within a year they were engaged. Ethan credited Jason for introducing them. After college Jason went his own direction and joined the military, spending a few years away from home before returning last year and pursuing his interest in news media. The trio had been catching up ever since, and when Jason got himself a girlfriend Lana was thrilled that they finally had a couple to double date with. When the happy couple pulled into the parking lot Ethan pulled out his phone and called his old buddy. After a few rings Lana overheard the other line pick up. "Hey Jay, we just got here..." Suddenly Ethan looked crestfallen and stopped walking. "Whoa, seriously? What happened?" Lana stopped too and watched as her husband listened in before turning to her and whispering "Him and Kathy just broke up. It sounds bad." "Oh no!" said Lana. "Well... yeah I understand if you can't make it... We'll manage on-" his voice was cut short as Lana snatched the phone away from her husband. "Jason?" she said into the phone. "Hey, Lana." said Jason in a tired voice. "Sorry I won't be joining you guys tonight. Kathy just stormed out and-" "No." said Lana sternly. "No?" Jason asked, confused. Even Ethan looked puzzled. "Yeah, I said 'no'. I've been looking forward to this date all week and I even bought a new sexy dress for it. If I know you, and I do, you're going to spend the rest of the night in front of the television watching Adventure Time, crawl into a bottle, and not shower for a week." "But I-" "No buts. You are going to get in your car, get down here and let us pump you full of alcohol and take your mind off your problems like good friends should." "Lana, I appreciate it, but-" "Don't make me come get you." she cut in again. There was a long pause before Jason sighed. "Fine, but you're buying my shots." "Deal." "I don't know how you talk me into these things... I'll be there in fifteen minutes." "Good. See you soon, Sweetheart." she said sweetly. He hung up and handed the phone back to her husband. "He'll be here shortly." Her husband smiled and put his phone back into his pocket. "You think like a man some times." "How's that?" she asked. "Most females would just coo and tell him how sad it all is, and how there's more fish in the sea, yada yada yada." Lana scoffed, but smiled at him. "Yeah, I guess, but none of that works on guys and you know it." "True." Ethan held out his hand and Lana took it. "Lets save a spot for him." he said before the pair walked into the restaurant. They ordered drinks and a small appetizer of spicy tuna tar-tar to share while they waited for their friend. When he arrived twenty minutes later he looked handsome as he usually did, although thoroughly dejected. Lana stood up and gave him a big hug. "Sorry for being so terse, but I'm glad you're here." "Yeah me too." He wrapped his arms around her waist, returning the hug and kissing her cheek. "I needed a swift kick in the ass." "Hey." said Ethan, giving his old buddy a manly hug, patting his back before they all sat back down. The waitress came around and brought Jason a double gin and tonic. "We figured you'd want one." said Ethan. "Thanks. Glad to see you remember my taste." said Jason, sipping his drink. The trio ordered their food before Lana asked the question that was on her mind. "So, what happened with Kathy? You two were so cute together." "Yeah." said Jason, taking a big swig of his drink and holding it up high so the waitress saw he needed another. "You two know how I'm trying to get some serious experience on my resume so a big paper like The New York Times will notice me?" The couple nodded. "Well, I was offered to go with a group to help cover the drug war south of the boarder and I accepted the offer. We leave in a month." Lana's emotions were torn. It was a fantastic opportunity and Jason deserved it, but it was also extremely dangerous. "That's wonderful, assuming there's safety precautions." she said. He waved his hand dismissively. "Of course. The provide security and I just heard back from a grant to get money for some Kevlar. I'd be about as safe as I could be." "Well that's good." said Ethan. "That's what I said!" said Jason. "Kathy knew what line of work I was pursuing when she met me, but lately it's been difficult to spend time with her with all the work I've had to do, and I guess this was just the last straw. She told me she'd had enough and stormed out of my apartment about an hour ago." Lana sighed. "Well, I can see where she would have some concerns, but like you said she knew this before you two started dating. It would be unfair of her to want you to change." Ethan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, still sucks though." Jason sighed heavily. "Alright, lets change the subject." For the rest of the evening the couple bought their somber friend drink upon drink while they ate their food. Lana ordered something called Taco-Tako, a seared combination of octopus and sweet peppers, her favorite. While the men each ordered broiled tuna with avocado and cilantro sauce. The trio shared a large carafe of hot sake while they made small talk about Lana's flower shop and Ethan's contractor business. Some time in between the entree and the desert Jason excused himself for a cigarette, leaving the pair at the table to finish their coffee. Lana watched their friend walk towards the door with a bit of wobble in his step. The amount of alcohol he'd had would have put most people on the floor, but thankfully Jason maintained the level of 'happy drunk.' "Mission success, I think." said Lana, who was only mildly tipsy from the sake. Ethan shook his head. "Nah. If I know him, he's putting on a show for our behalf. He's still hurting quite a bit." "Oh..." said Lana, looking disappointed. "I thought we had cheered him up." "We did a bit, but..." Ethan looked over to his wife and smiled wickedly. "What?" she asked when she noticed him staring. "Did I ever tell you that Jason had the wickedest crush on you back in the day? He still does, but never made any sort of move out of respect for me." he said and smirked. "You never told me, but I knew." She blushed slightly. "I really had a crush on him too, but you asked me out before him and I never looked back. I think I made out well in the deal." she said, giving her husband a sexy once-over. "I did good." "Oh, I'm not complaining either." he said, shooting her a charming smile. "But I think that if you paid him some attention tonight, it would certainly perk him up." Lana considered it. She knew that her husband had some threesome experience back before she met him, but it surprised her to hear him say what she had been debating herself. "How much attention?" she asked, testing her boundaries. He shrugged. "Have fun." "Really?" "Yeah, he could use it and I know for a fact that you're not going anywhere. I mean don't be too obvious. Just toy with him a bit and see if it goes anywhere." he said, before making a shush face as Jason came back to the table. The trio made small talk while they finished their coffee. The bill came and Ethan paid the whole thing, much to Jason's chagrin. "Thanks." he said after he realized that there was no way his friend was going to let him input a dime. "I pay for the next outing then." "Fine." said Ethan. "Well the night is still young and we I've got some home brew back at the house I'm dying to break out. You down?" Jason shrugged. "It's either that or I go home and pass out. I'm down." When they got to the parking lot Jason pulled his keys out of his pocket and fumbled with them to find the one to his car. Before he found the right one they were snatched out of his hand by a sober Ethan. "I don't think so. You're riding with us. I'll drive you to your car in the morning." Jason opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. "Yeah, you're probably right." he said and followed his friend back to the car. He flopped down in the back seat and to his surprise Lana crawled in after him. "Don't you want to ride up front with your hubbie?" he asked. She buckled up and stretched out in the large back seat. "I ride up front all the time. Tonight I feel like getting chauffeured around a bit. Besides, I don't want you nodding off back here before we get home." Jason shrugged. "Suit yourself." he said, sprawling out himself. As they started driving Lana turned to Jason. "Tell me more about this job you're going on. What made you pick the drug war as your project?" Jason perked up. "I just feel like its a critical issue and people just aren't covering it the way it should be. I'm not sure why the public isn't being made more aware of the atrocities going on just outside American soil." he paused. "And honestly, I just want to feel like I did something that mattered. I never saw any combat during my time in the military, and I really would like to see some action. Something to get my adrenaline flowing and do some good while I'm at it." Lana nodded. "That's very noble of you, but I hope you're up to it." She casually put a hand on his knee. She saw him glance down at her when she did it, but his eyes returned to hers quickly. "I may not be your girlfriend, but you're dear to me. I would rather not loose you to a bunch of trigger happy drug dealers." "Ditto." said Ethan from the front seat. Jason smiled as they pulled into the driveway. "I appreciate your concern." "Do you have any plans for a going away party?" asked Lana, her hand sliding ever so slightly higher up his thigh. "Not to my knowledge." said Jason, glancing back down to her hand. He was still rather inebriated, but he was certain she had done that on purpose. "Hmm... well we'll just have to celebrate your new opportunity tonight then." said Lana as the car turned off. Releasing his leg she turned and slid off the leather seat and out of the car. As she did her dress rode up enough for her to give him the smallest flash of skin and her black thong before gravity pulled the green fabric back down. Jason bit his lip and adjusted himself in his khaki's before sliding out himself. When the three of them entered the house Ethan led them downstairs to the basement he had renovated into a bar. Pulling out some chilled glasses he asked Jason, "Ale or lager?" "Uhh, lager. Thanks." said Jason. Ethan poured his friend a tall beer and skid it down the lacquered wood to him. Jason took a sip and raised his eyebrow. "Oh wow, that's really good. You make this?" "Yeah." he said pouring two more. "Lana bought the brew kit for me for our first anniversary and I've been hooked every since." "Good shit. I may have to get one myself when I get back. You promise to teach me how to make something this good?" "Sure. It's really not that difficult." said Ethan, taking a big swig of his own beverage. "Hey, Babe," said Lana, "Don't you have a book upstairs that has some tips for beginners." she winked. Ethan caught the hint. "Yeah, I think I do. Be right back." he said sliding out from behind the bar and heading up the stairs. Lana sipped her beer and said "Join me on the couch, would you?" Picking up her glass she walked over to the plush, tan leather piece of furniture. Jason brought his beer over and sat down on the middle cushion besides her. She bent over and tried to untie the cloth that held her four inch heels on. "Damn this knot. Do you mind?" she said leaning on the arm rest and stretching her long legs out to her friend. "I'm rubbish with knots." He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should. Lana may have rubbed his leg earlier innocently, but he thought that Ethan might be jealous if he downstairs to see his woman's assets sprawled across another man. "Please?" she asked coyly. Well, she did ask nicely. Hopefully Ethan wouldn't mind. "Sure." Finding the joint to the knot easy enough he had the ribbons undone in no time and Lana kicked the heels off with a happy moan. "That's so much better." she flexed her toes. "Could I bother you for a foot rub?" He hesitated again. She persuaded him by digging the ball of her heel into his thigh, the movement of her leg causing her dress to slide up her leg. The black lace of her panties flashed for an instant again. "Pleeassssseee? I promise to return the favor some day." "Promise?" Jason asked, now sucking on the inside of his own lip. He sincerely hoped she didn't notice the hard on she was giving him. If she moved her foot an inch to his right she'd feel it straining in his khakis. "Promise." she said. He started to rub her feet, lacking any experience he made up for it with his strong grip. "Mmmm, thank you. That feels good. Kathy's missing out not having you around any more." "I guess so." he said, trying not stare too obviously at the flesh of her exposed inner thigh. With the exception of her occasional, soft moans for the next minute the basement was quiet. Wiggling her toes, Lana broke the silence. "Ethan tells me you had a crush on me back in the day." "You bet I did." The alcohol in Jason's system had all but obliterated his verbal filter and was starting to work its way into his inhibitions as well. "You were way out of my league. I was just some pot head going for his associates degree, while you actually had a plan in life and did things like study and homework." "You and Ethan weren't that different you know. He just asked me out first." she said, sipping her beer. "Why'd you stop?" Jason was frozen, looking up at her. "So what you're saying is, if I had asked you out first you might have said yes?" "Might nothin'. I would have definitely said yes." she said, shifting further down and rubbing the bulge in his pants with her lower calf. He groaned and ran his hands further up her smooth leg. "You would be the one I'd be waking up with oral after you spent the night fucking me. Maybe then it would be Ethan sitting on this couch, rubbing my feet, and stealing glances up my dress." Sliding his hand up her skin to her hips he shifted his position so he was grinding into her core through his pants. He could feel the heat radiating off her. "What else would Ethan be doing?" He wanted her to say it. Hearing his sweet, assertive, little bookworm saying the word 'fucking' had already gotten him almost painfully hard. "Well..." she said sensually, sliding further down towards him. "I think he would compliment me a bit before kissing me." She glanced down at his lips as he licked them. All while she pulled his shirt out of his khaki's, running her nails along his sides as she did. He ran his hands up the sides of her abs, over the fabric, and cupped her DD breasts through her dress. "You have the nicest tits I've ever seen." "That'll do." she said before leaning forward and slowly kissing him, sucking lightly on his lower lip. She could feel the vibrations of his moan through his chest into hers. She moved her hands up to his face, rubbing against the scruff of his well trimmed beard before running her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp with her nails. Not able to stand it any more he pushed further into his kiss and began to explore her mouth with his tongue, which she returned eagerly. He pulled away for a brief second. "What else would Ethan do?" It was then he saw her eyes shift to the spot in the couch behind him. A sudden chill went up his spine as he turned to look over his shoulder, seeing Ethan lounging on the chair near the far side of the couch, leaning on one hand and watching eagerly. Jason never even heard him coming down the stairs. For a split second he debated pulling away and apologizing profusely, hoping that his old friend wouldn't beat the shit out of him. But being a journalist taught him how to read body language and Ethan's posture was anything but shocked and angry. If anything it screamed aroused interest. Jason pressed his chest into Lana's torso and hungrily mouthed her collar bone, testing the waters in front of her husband. "You're wife is quite the hostess." said Jason as Ethan grinned, sipping a cocktail and rubbing himself through his own dress pants. "That she is." He smirked. "I believe the question was 'What would Ethan do?'" "Mm hmm." Lana hummed. "Why don't you tell him, Babe." Ethan feigned a ponderous expression. "I think I would roll over so I was on my back and let my wife pull my pants down." Jason accommodated his friends pseudo-orders by reluctantly crawling off the radiating heat of his friend's wife and leaning back over the opposite arm rest. Lana leaned over, showing off her ample cleavage as she unbuttoned Jason's leather belt, unzipping his pants, and pulling them down his legs and discarding them near the coffee table. He was wearing dark gray boxer briefs that left little to the imagination regarding the bulge beneath the thin cotton. Lifting his bottom up for further access, Jason eagerly pulled the remaining fabric down and kicking them away. All this allowing his eight inch member spring free. It was well trimmed, smooth, and had a nice swollen head on it. "Oh." Lana whispered, surprised. "You've got a beautiful cock." Jason wiggled his eyebrows. "Now who's complimenting." he said, stroking himself slowly. "Now what?" Jason asked his old friend who had already discarded his own pants, fondling his own member to a similar rhythm. While Jason discarded his shirt as well Ethan said, "My wife would ask me to help unzip her dress before she bent over and blew me." The thought itself made Jason's dick twitch. A Favor for a Friend Looking at Lana he made a circular motion with one finger, indicating for her to turn around while he unzipped her sexy emerald dress. She obliged and Jason pulled the zipper down slow, exposing more of her creamy pale skin before the zipper stopped and Lana slid out of the green fabric. The dress must have had a built in bra because now the redhead stood only in her lacy black thong as she turned around and bent over Jason's throbbing member. Her tits brushing the skin on his thighs as she took his cock in her hand and stroked it experimentally. Teasing him more than he though possible she slowly licked from the base of his shaft all the way up to the head before encompassing it with her lips. After a few short head bobs the redhead pushed down and the entire length of his member vanished beyond her rosy lips. He threw his head back against the cream colored leather and gasped "oh shit." Few women had been able to take him completely. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to come at that moment. She held her position for a second before coming back up for air, and resuming her bobbing motion. Occasionally taking him to the hilt as she worked. At one point she took his shaft back in her hands and payed attention to his neglected balls. Taking them each in her mouth and moaned as she jerked him off. The vibrations were intense and he tangled his fingers in her hair as she worked. "Pull her hair a bit, she likes it." he heard Ethan's voice say from across the couch. Jason accommodated his friends orders and entangled his hand in the mass of red hair, getting a good grip and moving it at the speed he liked. "She's so good." he gasped. "I know." said Ethan. "she usually stops about now and lets me play with her." Taking the hint, Lana released Jason's member with an audible pop of her lips. Lounging back she watched as Jason shifted and positioned his face just over her black-lace-covered core. Hooking his fingers in the fabric he pulled it over her hips and down her legs revealing a fully shaved, and soaking wet pussy. "Got you a little excited, did I?" "Just a little." she gasped as he took one long lick of her folds, mimicking what she had done to him. Her fingers instantly found his dark hair and his digits found her core as well. Bypassing his usual teasing he thrust roughly into her with two fingers, down to his final joint as she moaned. "Faster." she asked as he moved at a more rapid pace while he flicked her clit with his tongue. It didn't take long before he felt the familiar quiver in her abs and thighs as she clenched down on his fingers, moaning his name as she did. When her high died down she looked down at him with her bottle green eyes and asked. "Do you have a condom?" Jason's eagerness fell. "No. I didn't think I'd be needing one tonight." She turned and looked at her husband. "Pass me my purse." Ethan leaned over and passed her her black purse from the end table. After digging through it for a few seconds she emerged with a gold wrapped ring of latex. "Semper peratus. Right?" "That's Coast Guard." said Jason, grinning as he took the condom, unwrapped it, and rolled it on. "Whatever." she scoffed. Turning to her husband she said, "What would you do now, Babe?" "Honestly?" he said stroking himself with more fervor. "I would fuck the shit out of you." "You heard the man." Lana said, spreading her legs as Jason obliged, sliding into her all the way to the hilt. He held still for a moment, relishing in the feeling and hoping deeply that one day he would have the opportunity to do it without a condom. But that fantasy would have to do for another time. She squirmed beneath him, edging him on. Bending over he took one of her nipples in his mouth and the other in his hand as he gripped it roughly and pounded into her. He heard his friend hiss behind him as Lana moaned beneath him. "Oh, fuck!" she said, thrusting back up to him at the same audacious speed. "Don't you dare stop, I'm gonna come." she gasped as she began to flutter around him, harder this time than with just oral. Jason needed to bite his tongue to prevent himself from going over the edge. He wanted to give her one more orgasm, at least. He wasn't sure when he'd be able to do this again, if ever, and he wanted it to be memorable. "Sit up. Have her ride you." said Ethan from the chair. He had abandoned any illusion of 'what would Ethan do?' and had resorted to sheer orders. Jason didn't complain as he pulled out and sat up with his head resting on the back of the couch. Taking only a few seconds to recover from her previous shutters, Lana crawled on top of Jason. Her ass facing her voyeur of a husband as she slid down on their mutual friend, taking him deeper than earlier. "Hold still." she told Jason as she began to ride him. Her tits bounced in front of his face as he held her hips. He buried his face in between them as she continued to slide up and down him maddeningly. If he didn't know any better, he would swear she was clenching on him while she pulled up and away. It was adding to the suction and there wasn't much more he could take. "Ethan," he gasped from her chest. "I'm close. Help me make her come again." "Gladly." her husband said, getting up from the chair and wrapping an arm in between the two. He nibbled on her neck while his right hand teased her clit as his other hand toyed with the pucker of her ass. "Oh!" she cried as he inserted a finger into her tight asshole. After just a few short thrusts Jason could feel her tremor around him, her moves frozen as he began to pump upwards into her. "Oh, fuck. I'm coming." he groaned and gasped as he came. Her walls milking him for everything he had. He barely had a chance to relish the feeling before Lana was pulled off him. His place inside her filled quickly by her husbands own throbbing prick as he pounded into her quickly. Biting into the flesh of her shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood he saw his friends face contort as he came hard inside his wife. Flopping down onto Jason they remained that way for a moment before Ethan withdrew. Jason could feel a warm ooze hit his inner thigh, but didn't have the energy nor care enough to complain. He was in heaven. Ethan retreated back to his bar and poured three tall glasses of water before chugging one himself and bringing two of them back to the coffee table. Placing them down while his friend and wife recovered. Tossing the condom in a nearby waste basket he stole some tissue from the end table and cleaned himself up. Lana kissed him again before flopping down on the couch between her new lover and her husband. Lana was the first to speak. "So you're going south in a month?" she asked. "Yeah. For about a year." Ethan laughed lightly. "Well, we'll just have to keep you occupied until you leave then. Right?" Jason laughed. "I think I can work that into my schedule." XXXXXXXXXX Yay! This is my first submission to this site and I hope you all appreciate it. I love constructive criticism and happy comments are always welcome. Thank you for reading! A Favor For A Friend I dropped to my knees, my rock-hard and blood-engorged cock pointing upward toward her. I clumsily but quickly unfastened her slacks and pulled them down around her ankles. A creeping sign of her womanly wetness darkened the front of her red thong, and her black pubic hair beckoned enticingly from around the thong's front panel. Unable to resist, I covered the thong's front with my mouth and began a furious attempt to penetrate it with my tongue. Barbara growled in pleasure at each flick, each tantalizingly long brush of my tongue across the thin fabric. "Yes! Yessssss! Oh, God, baby, yessssss!" she hissed. "Lick Mommy's pussy. Lick it, baby!" she howled again and again between ragged breaths and lustful thrusts. My mouth left its delicious reward and began kissing, sucking, biting its way back up her body. When I reached her breasts, I forced her arms behind her neck and held them fast with one of my own strong hands. I then plunged my face into one of her exposed hairy armpits. The pungent scent and taste acted as an aphrodisiac on us both. Her muscles tensed with each lick of my tongue. I felt one of her legs wrap around the back of my thigh and draw me closer. She struggled unsuccessfully to free her wrists from my steely grip. I moved from one of her luscious pits to the other, back and forth, each time dragging my hairy chest across her taut and erect nipples. Each movement of our bodies together, each lash of my tongue against her pits, caused her to cry out not in pain but in sexual pleasure. To silence her cries and sate her own oral appetites, I brought my mouth to hers. She tasted her own salty wetness on my lips, and I felt her body began to sink downward as her sexual urges sapped her strength to stand. In one fluid motion I bent my knees, encircled her lovely ass with my arms, lifted her off the ground, and laid her gently back on the bed. No sooner did her back hit the bed than she lifted her legs to me in an unspoken command to make her naked like me. I complied, engaging her thong's sides with my fingers and pulling them down. As I reached the crumpled slacks still at her ankles, I pulled the thong, her slacks, and her shoes off. Her legs parted, exposing her damp pussy surrounded by her dark pubic hair extending outward onto her thighs. Her outer lips had become engorged with blood from my tongue's loving attack, and I could see her wetness and mine mingled. Barbara made no attempt to cover herself. Indeed, she parted her legs even further and raised her womanhood to me. I went to her, kissing my way up the inside of her legs, feeling her dark leg hair against my face and inflaming me more. "Hurry, baby, hurry!" she cried out. "Mommy can't hold out much longer! Mommy wants her boy on top of her! Mommy wants her boy's big cock inside her!" My arms captured her upper thighs, my fingers gently pulled aside her pussy hairs, exposing her wet lips and her hood with its emerging bud of sensuality. I dragged my tongue around her pussy lips, licking off her wetness and begging for more which she obligingly supplied. Her hips pushed upward against my face, and I saw her fingers tugging on her already elongated nipples. Her back arched, and though I could not see her face, I heard her sounds, now animalistic groans and grunts as primal desires replaced conscious thought. Barbara's legs alternately crushed and released my head as the sexual spasms were wont to cause her. Her movements were becoming more frantic, less controlled. I released my arms' grips on her legs and moved to position my cock at the entrance of her pussy while I knelt on the bed between her legs. She was gasping for breath, her eyes open in a plea for satisfaction. I took my hard, thick cock in my hand and began to paint around her pussy lips. Her wetness and my precum made the tip smooth. Her clit had fully emerged as if it were trying to emulate my cock. The wet tip of my cock kissed the end of her clit, first delicately, then more forcefully, sending an unmistakable message to her brain and mine. I continued to paint tiny circles with my cock tip around her clit. Its protrusion from under its hood was full, and the surrounding black hair glistening with her own lubrication and mine was provocative. My own excitement was peaking, and it was all I could do to talk, hoarsely. "Oh, Mommy," I rasped. "I want you so badly! Does Mommy want her boy to fuck her?" Her actions were her answer. She reached up and almost violently seized my cock, now thick, dark red, and long. It must have felt hot in her hand, because as her hand tried to surround it, I could feel my own heat contained and reflected back. She tugged my manhood downward toward her opening. "Put it in me now, baby! Fuck your Mommy, goddamn you. Motherfuck your Mommy!" Her words, the feel of her hand, and the wetness of her pussy as she guided me to her were too much for me to bear. I pushed my manhood into her, slowly burying myself inside my Mommy. Each delicious millimeter of penetration sent waves of ecstasy through both of us. I felt the tip of my cock against the end of her love channel, yet I continued to push. Then, as slowly as I had entered I began to withdraw, repeating the friction of fucking all over again. Her hairy wetness and her demanding muscles stroked me as no hand ever could. As I looked downward at Barbara, I saw my own Mother's image flash before me. In that moment, my thrusts became more forceful, more demanding. Barbara's head thrashed from side to side as her hips thrust upward more violently with each plunge of my cock. The friction of her hairy inner thighs against my waist, her screams and moans, all fueled my manly fires. With her arms raised above her head and clawing at the bedsheets, her bushy pits were exposed fully. I placed my hands in them and began to alternately stroke and grasp at the wet hair. The sensation was explosive for both of us. "I'm cumming, baby!" she screamed. "Cum in Mommy! Cum with Mommy! Oh, baby....." Over and over again she repeated it, pleadingly, haltingly, demandingly. "I'm cumming, Mommy!" I cried out as my thrusts increased in frequency and intensity. I felt my eyes pinch closed and my mouth fly own as every muscle in my young body focused its energy on pushing my hot, steamy cum into Barbara's inflamed tight pussy. Our bodies lurched together, again and again, as our mother-son fantasy came to a conclusion in pools of lights and colors and sounds and hairy wetness. I pumped and pumped, my own jism expelled inside her, flowing out from her pussy around my still hard cock and through her now-matted pubic hair. Finally, her own orgasm erupted explosively. Her body heaved, almost lifting us both off the bed as I continued to thrust. I collapsed on top of her. "Oh...baby," she whispered as she tried to regain her breath. The sweat of our bodies contained our body heat as I continued to lay on top of her, unable to speak. We lay that way until I rolled off her and onto my side, facing her. "Did Mommy like being fucked by her baby?" I finally asked. "Every bit as much as baby liked fucking his mommy," she replied. And with that, she reached down and began stroking my now-limp cock back to life. "I still have four hours before my plane leaves," she whispered. I felt my youthful cock rebounding in her hands grasp, and the vision of womanly lust began to creep back into her eyes. I pulled her hairy body on top of me, and we began to kiss and grind together again. "Yes, Mommy," I whispered into her ear. "Whatever Mommy wants."