64 comments/ 112967 views/ 50 favorites Locked In By: Sachs The shower water has long since run cold. Those laughing, jeering voices have echoed into nothingness. Still I stand here, shivering and cowering, hoping like hell I am truly alone. Soon I will climb out of this cold, thundering stream and run through to the changing room. Naked. Those bastards have taken my towel and my sweaty cricket gear, even my box, shoes and socks. I flick the tap off, momentarily staring down at my pale, goose-pimpled body. I'm tall, around 6'3". Since I've gained height in a hurry over the last two years, I often feel uncoordinated. My wet arms are long and thin; lean, my Dad calls it. I'm like that all over. Sparse, black hair forms a triangle at the top of my chest and trails like ants to my pubes. To each soft, erected hair, a few tiny droplets of water cling, resisting the urge to run down my skin and join the rest on the floor. My nipples are blushing pink and have hardened in response to the cold air and water. Despite the temperature, the bruises are beginning to show on my chest. They sting a little as I move. I think the pressure of the shower has stirred them up. I'm not the sort of guy that cries. No, I grin and bear this sort of shit, give some lip and a fist back where I can. But today, grinning and bearing it doesn't cut the mustard. It's kind of hard to grin and bear it when six guys are whipping you with towels, slugging you with their fists and finally kicking you while you crouch in a corner. Thank god, it was only for a short time. The bell rang about half-an-hour ago and they left pretty soon after that. I hate them. I hate them so much. I never had to deal with this shit at my old school. I wish I didn't have to board here; they never leave me alone. Not a sound, except the last of the water splashing to the concrete floor. I breathe a sigh of relief and dart into the changing room. But I'm not alone. As I stand, trying to cover my thin, shivering body with my grazed hands, I regard the guy who is seated on the changing bench. Blair's his surname, and 'cos of the sort of school this is, everybody calls him that. His hair is dark and unruly, the sort that you can't really stick down with anything, be it spit, gel or superglue. He has pale, washed-out looking blue eyes, which I've always assumed would look cruel up close. Don't get me wrong, he is sex on legs, gorgeous, god-like, everything that I'm not. His tanned skin encases broad muscular shoulders, a defined chest and strong legs that ripple when he moves. He has a square jaw and good looks that draw girls like raw meat draws flies. To top that off, he's a prefect and great at any sport. In the first five weeks of school, he's been presented with over ten awards he earned competing in adult competitions during the holidays (triathlon, golf, discus, cross-country running). Where does he get the time to train for all these things? And how can he be brilliant at all of them? I bet he has a room just for his trophies. He could probably use his certificates as toilet-paper, he gets so many. Today the locker-room was abuzz with the news that he's made first eleven cricket captain. Everybody thought that he had left early, but maybe he was hiding. He doesn't talk much. Blair has never had a go at me in the six weeks I've been here, but then, he hasn't said more than a few words to me, even though I'm supposed to be his Chemistry partner. I've tried to talk to him, but he goes funny after a couple of sentences and speaks to anyone but me. Maybe today's the day. I have a horrible feeling that he must have stayed behind to give me my final hiding, so I get in first. "What the fuck are you staring at?" Oh yeah, and did I mention, my mouth gets me in trouble all the time here? If I shut up and let them push me around I probably wouldn't get such a raw deal, but it abrades my nature. Why should I let other people treat me like shit just 'cos I'm not so wonderful looking as they are, in their opinion? (I don't get this at all; I was popular at my old school. I always thought that I looked alright until I came here.) Blair frowns. "Grayson... Your first name's Matt, right?" "Yeah, so what about it?" I snap. As I glance around the room, my heart sinks. My bag's gone, along with any other clothing. "Where's my stuff, arsehole?" "Wha-" Blair looks at me, properly. He takes in my nudity, the bruise from Paul Baker's fist that's rapidly closing my left eye, the numerous red marks on my chest, the blood on my knuckles and elbows from hitting the concrete walls and floor at high speed (and a couple of the guys as well, until Baker made them hold me back). "Shit- Who'd that to you, Grayson?" "Like you don't know," I sneer. The toilets are to my left. I could lock myself in one of the cubicles. "Oh, for fuck's sake, drop the attitude," Blair snaps back. "Do you want my towel? You look cold." He chucks me the damp, faded blue towel he has draped on the bench beside him. "Thanks," I say, grudgingly. I carefully dry myself. It's awkward because I'm trying to keep as much of my lower half covered as I can. I'm embarrassed as it is about being naked in front of him, without having him look at my dick. His is probably bigger and not so white. Blair rolls his eyes. He digs into the adidas bag at his feet and retrieves a damp-looking polo-shirt. "You can have my practise gear too, unless you like standing there with your donger waving around. You're gonna need it. We're locked in." I take his smelly, white polo, grateful for some measure of cover. The fight-or-flight beat that had lessened when he gave me his towel, starts up again in my chest. "We're what?" I exclaim. "Yeah, I know. It fucking sucks. I've already yelled and banged on the doors, but nothing. Didn't you hear me?" I shake my head. "No." Damn it, the towel he gave me isn't long enough to wrap around my waist. How does he manage? His hips must be wider than mine. Maybe he likes to show off his intimidatingly perfect body. "Can I borrow your practise pants as well?" It's not a big ask, is it? Still, his eyes are shifting from mine, looking down my hairy, muscled legs. Cycling has bulked them up a bit; they're the only part of my body that's not 'lean'. "Yeah, I know, I'm skinnier than you. I'll just hitch them around the waist somehow. Come on, it's better than having me sitting here half naked, with my donger waving around." I can't believe I just said that. Well, he started it. "Yeah, yeah, sure," Blair says, but I can tell he's not too happy about it. He wrinkles his nose as I come close to take his mud and grass stained white pants. As I lean forward, his fingers brush my bruised cheek. I flinch at his touch, and feel myself begin to blush. He hurriedly flicks his hand away, grinning slightly, as if he had done it in jest, or to test me or something. He presses his full lips in a smile. When he starts to speak, no sound comes out for a second, even though his mouth is moving. He smiles a bit more, baring perfect white teeth. His voice is slow and careful. "...Those bruises look sore..." No, they're painless, moron. "...And your knuckles... Who beat you?" Who do you think? "Some of your mates." I turn away from him as I feed my legs into the trousers. I don't want him to see that my pale cock has perked up for some unknown reason. The pants are really dirty. The butt-area is covered in mud and grass, the crotch has some red stains from rubbing the ball, pretty normal stuff, really. The insides are damp. They smell too, sweet, salty, pungent, sweaty. It's Blair's scent, only stronger than usual; manly, with a hint of deodorant. Not enough though, as always. Still, I figure he worked up quite a sweat on the field; he did have a century in the last match. He was out there for hours. "What?" Blair asks. "Who?" "Blonde, big, broken nose, plus cronies times five. You work it out." "Baker?" he hisses. "He's no mate of mine... He always was a jealous bastard." I roll my eyes. "What's he got to be jealous of? I'm not smart, I'm not good-looking and I'm not particularly good at cricket-" These are the thoughts that have been circling inside my head since the first time Baker had a go at me. It can't be jealousy; more likely, he has to boost his own self-esteem by chipping someone else's. However, the knowledge that your bully is an insecure individual really doesn't help when there's six of them bearing down on you. He interrupts. "I don't know about that. You seem to know more than me in Chemistry. You're not bad-looking, and, you made the team." "I what?" I snap, incredulously. Blair's lips curve into a smile. "Didn't you check the lists when you came in from the last trial?" "No- I-" "Well, you made it and Baker didn't. In fact, given that only sixteen guys made the team of eleven, some as subs, a lot of guys missed out, and are going to be in lower ranking teams. Not so cool. You're not going to be a sub by the way, you're too good." I'm shocked. Shocked isn't the right word – flabbergasted. I thought my performance was mediocre at best, certainly not up there with the way he plays. I was in the top team at my old school, but they only had fifty guys to choose from. Here, around three hundred have tried and been eliminated over the last three days. They held a proper game today, with the final twenty odd, half versus half. Okay, so I made it to the final cut, but I'm not as good as some of the other guys who were playing. My batsman-ship sucks. I even admit that Baker played better than me. "I don't get it. Why was I selected?" "Cos you're a good pace bowler. I saw you bowl two guys today, and yesterday another guy, and the day before that two, no flukes. Not to mention your fielding. How many guys did you out?" Blair's grinning at me and I've got this strange warm feeling growing inside me. I can't help but smile back. I guess I'm kind of pleased that he's impressed. Maybe he'll talk to me in class now. "But." There's always a 'but'. Story of my life. He continues, "You're batting was pretty bloody terrible. Sorry, but you'll be way down the line-up for that, probably our tenth or eleventh... The selectors think I can teach you something, get you a bit better. My first thought is that you need a longer bat, so I was going to lend you mine to try out." "Today? Aren't you tired? That why you're here so late?" I ask. Blair's eyes avoid mine for a second. "Yeah... Um, well, I had to go and talk to the coach. I came down here and waited around, but I thought I'd missed you, and then when I tried to leave, I found that someone had locked up." "There's no way out?" Shit. "You're a suspicious bastard, aren't you? Don't answer that, it's just an observation. Nah, I checked everywhere. There's wire over all the windows and the door is definitely locked. And I can't find my stupid cellphone. I wish they wouldn't make them so small; I'm always dropping it or leaving it behind 'cos I don't see it. We've just got to hope that someone comes looking for us." "Great," I say, with sarcasm. "So what are we gonna do while we wait, count sheep? Pray? Today's Friday!" I sit down beside him, careful not to be too close, in case he thinks I'm odd. He must be sweaty, his shirt seems to be sticking to his chest. Either that, or he wears it tight on purpose. I haven't seen him in street-clothes before. The jeans and blue polo-shirt make him look heaps older than eighteen. "Don't panic," Blair replies. "Your parents are bound to miss you, right?" No. They're in Cyprus, having the time of their fucking lives, on their way to Turkey to see the ruins of Troy. "No. No-one will miss me. I board at school and I'm written down as gone home for the weekend, only I was going to hitch back to my old city and see friends, nothing definite. No-one'll be looking for me. What about you?" "Parents are away for the weekend at some conference. Shit. The athletics team is scheduled to practise Saturday afternoon... You think we can hang out 'til then?" "Do I have a choice?" I groan. I'm sure I'm going to do something stupid if I stay here. I've already got a stiffy. He's going to hate me. Blair keeps talking and I've only just tuned in again. "My first name's Theo, by the way, but everyone calls me Blair." Yeah, I know you're called Blair, I sit next to you in Chemistry, haven't you noticed? Am I just not worthy of your attention until now? "Theo?" I ask, wondering whether the smirk on my face is going to get me punched. "I know... Short for Theodore. It's sort of an inherited thing..." He grins. "Parents, ay? Never think of the kid when they hand out the name." Then he just shuts up and stares at the door to the toilets. This is what he does in class. It pisses me off. He blocks me out, like I'm not even there. I should say something, but what? Normally, I get in trouble because I don't shut up. I can't understand why I'm so tongue-tied and embarrassed. This is so uncomfortable... I study Blair's face. The beautiful contours created by his nose, cheeks and chin. His tanned, lightly freckled skin. And those eyes. They are such an icy colour, so cold in tone, yet surprisingly full of life and warmth. I notice his black pupils, surrounded by a corona of sky blue, then a sea of pale blue ice. His eyelids are slightly lowered, so that his eyes emerge from beneath the short, black brim of his eyelashes. I think it's called 'bedroom eyes'. Whatever it's called, it's damn sexy. That's an observation, not a... okay, yeah, I've got the hots for him bad. I don't get it, I don't think of guys like that, I've got a girlfriend for God's sake! My heart's jumping like a toddler on a trampoline, god knows why. There's a strange, pleasant sensation of warmth running over my skin. Suddenly, a shock jolts through me as I realise that his head has turned to mine. He's smiling at me. For a moment, I can't breathe, then I have to gasp to catch up on oxygen. Oh Shit. What must Blair think? Blushing like crazy, I let my gaze drop my hands. Even worse, the pleasant, tingling sensations that I've been trying to ignore are getting stronger. Shit. Shit. Shit. My cock is tightening and filling, growing hotter and harder. I can see it partially raising the fabric in the groin area of the pants Blair's lent me. Moving my shirt to cover my erection will only bring his attention to it, especially since I'm staring down there now. Maybe he won't notice it. I probably only know it's there because it's my cock. These pants should be loose enough to render my stirrings unnoticeable. What the hell is wrong with me? I don't find guys attractive. Maybe I do, a little, but I've never gotten hard over a guy in public. Neither do I do that in private, mind, just sometimes people enter my thoughts when I'm playing with myself. Okay, sometimes I think about guys, but just body parts that I would like to have, like a long, red, burning cock in my hand instead of my white piece. And well-developed chest muscles that I can feel moving beneath their tanned skin. And a really muscular, tight ass. One like Blair's perhaps. Something firm, yet soft and smooth to the touch. Oh shit. Kylie's going to kill me, if Blair doesn't do it first. I try to take my mind off that train of thought by focussing on the thick, white fabric of Blair's pants, but that doesn't help. All I'm doing is reminding myself that an hour ago, his cock was where mine is now, and that it's his damp, sticky sweat clinging between my arsecheeks. "Cat got your tongue?" Blair asks. "No," I shoot back. Where are all my jokes and come-backs? "Geez, you don't have to be so prickly. I'm sorry you got bashed up, really I am, but if you're like this with everyone, I can sort of understand why some people-" "Might feel the urge to punch me?" I can't help but be defensive. I don't want him to know how I really feel. "I didn't mean it like that," Blair protests. "I just- I'm sorry. My tongue runs away from me sometimes." The entire situation is so bizarre that I suppose I'm going a wee bit hysterical. In an hour, I've been punched up, got into the top team, and been locked naked in the changing shed with a guy I've just realised I'm attracted to. It had to be me, didn't it? I start to giggle, uncontrollably, as I stare at his worried, handsome face. "What's so funny?" He must think I'm insane. (Maybe I am! I never imagined that this would happen when I got up this morning. Perhaps I'm concussed?..) At least he doesn't know that I'm hard over him. "Oh- ah, nothing," I stutter. "I just thought it was kind of funny, your tongue running away, like the dish and the spoon." Oh, god, what the hell was that? He's got this 'what the fuck' look on his face. I get up. "I'm just going to use the toilet." Without looking at Blair, I bolt to the toilets. I ignore the urinal and slam myself into a cubicle. My face is so hot I think that it must be glowing. Any chance of forming a friendship seems to have been scrapped by my stupid mouth. Maybe he was right not to talk to me before. It must be obvious that I'm lusting over him as badly as any of the girls. I bet I've got that puppy adoration in my eyes; that's why he was smiling at me. I'm coming off so badly. How am I going to survive on his team if this keeps happening? What am I going to do now? I drop my pants, causing my cock to flop out. It stands almost horizontally from my body, curved downwards from a point just below the head. My cockflesh is as white as milk, except for the blushing tip emerging from beneath my soft, wrinkled foreskin. I'm not at full mast, but getting close. What is wrong with me? What am I supposed to do? Thinking about things that don't involve sex doesn't work; every time my mind strays, Blair's tanned fucking perfect face and pale blue eyes pull me back. And if I jerk off? Well, either he'll hear me or he'll come checking up on me because I'm taking ages. And he'll know for definite then that I fancy him. I can already feel the sharp ridicule and embarrassment. This year's going to be hell... Back to my dick. Fuck, it feels so good to touch its hot skin. I flick my hand away, as the curve starts to stretch upwards. The head is bulging outwards, forcing my foreskin to roll down. Exposed is the shiny, pink flesh of my head, sensitive and aroused even by the cold air. I can only ever think of it as Rudolf's nose, courtesy of Kylie, since it's so bright in comparison to my pale shaft. My trembling fingers give in to temptation, delicately stroking the thick vein on the underside of my length up and down a few times, causing a delicious jolt of pleasure. I'm dying to grab my cock hard and rub an explosive orgasm out. The thought of it makes the head twitch and drool in anticipation. I groan loudly, forgetting where I am as my fingers begin to pump precum from the head along my thickened shaft. My groan brings me back to earth. I can't jerk off here! Blair's in the other room, only metres away. I slap my hand down on the box, willing it to stay there and not give into lust. Reluctantly, I pull the pants back up and draw the drawstring as tight as I can. Looking down, I can see my cock bulge the white fabric. Tucking in the shirt helps disguise it enough, I hope. I shoot out of the cubicle and straight to the taps. In the mirror, I can see Blair hovering in the doorway. His face is burning red, and his eyes won't meet mine. Okay, what? He's embarrassed... I don't know whether I'm horrified, horny, or curious... "Um- I, ar- What's the matter?" Blair asks. His flushed face is creased with worry and his eyes try to follow mine in the mirror. "You tell me, Captain." Damn, that came out seedy. I flash a grin at him. He frowns back. Why did I just do that? I'm going to get my arse whipped. Slowly and deliberately he treads across the room to stand inches behind me. His heavy breathing is blasting hot air on my neck. His closeness makes me feel really uncomfortable, but he's sort of wedged me in and I can't get out without touching him. Why won't he say something? Locked In I twist my body carefully to face him. If I'm going to get beaten up, I want at least a chance to give a couple of punches back. Glancing down, I see an empty expression on his face. His jaw has gone slack, dropping his mouth open to reveal the shining, red inside of his lower lip. Those big, icy blue eyes seem to have glazed over. It's impossible to tell whether he's staring at me or through me. My heart's going crazy in my chest, beating so hard that I can feel blood pulsing in my bare toes, let alone other places. It's funny how my breathing seems to match his. I feel scared. "Look, I- Um, didn't mean anything by that- I guess I'm a bit over-suspicious- Maybe I'm getting cabin fever- Ha, ha- Huh?" Still not even a glimmer in his eyes. I don't think he's blinked. "Um- You know what? I'm sorry- You don't have to talk to me- I'll go find a corner to die in until someone comes and lets us out- You won't even see me, okay-?" Blair interrupts with a rapid fire, "No- No- No." I could have gone on stammering for hours, my mouth just won't stop twitching. In fact it feels as though every cell in my body is vibrating. Heat's rushing to the surface of my skin, rippling through my spine, down the centre of my abdomen and along my cock to form a pool at its head. I can feel my shaft distending further than it ever has before. It's like I've never felt truly aroused until now. My mind's screaming, 'touch him, touch him'. But if I do, I don't think I'll be able to stop. It doesn't help that he is so close that I can smell his lunch. Why is this happening to me? Kylie will definitely kill me if she finds out. "Um- yeah..." he says. "Um... You- You- Are you-" His voice is almost a whisper. He laughs a little, but it's a funny, hysterical giggle, not the laugh I've heard him make with his friends. "I meant it when I said you're not bad looking- I don't know why you think you aren't. You're really, ahem, fit, actually..." What the hell? My cock suddenly jerked, and I can feel a dribble of hot precum following the thick, veined ridge down to my balls. Every blood vessel in my groin is tingling like crazy. I think I'm going to burst into flame. "What?" Damn, delayed reaction. "Um- Are you attracted to me?" "What?! No!" Blair's eyes have dropped, but suddenly the sad expression on his face is replaced by a vivid smile. The sight of his white teeth and the pleasure on his face makes me feel like I'm floating. My heart's pounding fast, but my knees feel like they're giving out. I can't move my feet. What the fuck is wrong with me? "Well, why are you packing such a big hard-on?" "I'm not," I reply, weakly. I glance down, my stomach sinking as I notice the huge tent holding my pants up. It's pointing straight at him, only inches from his... "Oh shit..." Blair's jeans are practically bursting open, as the bulging outline of his cock stretches toward his hip. There's a small patch of arousal juice illuminating his tip through the fabric. My fingers ache to grab him. I whine with need. Embarrassed heat rushes to my face. I try to look away but my eyes won't move. It feels like I've just run a marathon. I'm shaking all over, air scorching from my lungs, heart pounding so fast it might explode. My cock is frantically hard now. Slowly, I raise my desperate eyes, pleading with him to touch me. I'll do whatever he wants. Blair shudders, and gives a low moan of his own. I can see my expression mirrored in his face. His lips are parted, the edges daring to smile. The cheeks above are nervously twitching, while his eyelids are partly lowered. Bedroom eyes. It's that sexy come-and-get me look. Gingerly, he raises one hand to my face. Wham! I've never felt that before! It's like electricity, magnetism, something. A shock ripples through my cheek as his smooth, warm knuckles gently trace the contours of my face. "Does that hurt?" he whispers. As he speaks, I can taste his warm breath and almost feel his lips brush mine. My head shakes. "No... Should it?" "It looks like it does, that's all. I'm surprised it's still open." My black eye, a present from Baker and his mates. I forgot about that. "I'm okay." His warm lips caress mine, slowly and carefully. I can't resist. My sweaty fist is clenching his collar, pulling his face to mine. Suddenly, I'm pushing to him, desperate to feel every part of him at once. I groan as he cups my arse and draws me further in. His hand is so warm that it burns me through the fabric. I can feel his hot cock brush against mine, sending jolts of heat and pleasure through my body. Our hips thrust and circle, rubbing our hard, leaking cocks together. I can't believe the fire I can feel bursting down there. My lips are rampantly manipulating his, smearing hot spit as my tongue plunges into his warm depths. Blair's mouth vibrates as he moans. He tastes so good, sort of salty, sweet and bitter at the same time. Fuck! His tongue wraps around mine, then flicks out, breaking my seal. He traces warm, wet circles over my lips. They instantly get cold as soon as his searing muscle leaves. His nose brushes my ear, his mouth lower, my stubble alerting me of his presence. He draws the skin of my neck into his mouth and probes it with his tongue. I can only pull him close in response, desperate to feel his hardened body. He feels so different to Kylie, there's none of that soft, squeezable, safe warmth and softness. It makes me so horny to recognise the masculine scent and hardened musculature of his body. "Fuck, this feels amazing," I groan. Blair pulls away for a second and fixes me with those lovely blue eyes. "I've never done this before," he gasps. "I've thought about it for ages... Then the first time we me- Is this okay with you?" He leaves his red lips hanging open and I just have to kiss them before I can answer. "Me neither," I whisper. "It's kind of-" "Scary?" "Fucking amazing." We kiss again, clashing hard and fast, as our hands run beneath our shirts. I don't know where my body finishes and Blair's begins. We don't seem to need to tell each other what we want. He's pinching and rubbing my nipples, causing moans to rise out of my throat and vibrate against the warm skin that I'm suckling on his neck. I didn't know that touching myself there could turn me on so much. Desperate to give him the same treatment, I start to tug his shirt off. We pull apart and rip off some clothing. My borrowed pants are half-fallen down and it doesn't take much for Blair to get them off. Shit, Blair is wonderful. He's kneeling upon the concrete floor in front of me and gently stroking my length. As we make eye contact, his grip tightens and it starts to feel really good. He sticks his red, wet tongue out and orbits the pink knob of my head. I take in a big deep breath as I feel heat shoot through me. He doesn't even seem to be afraid of sucking another guy's cock. His lips part and he sucks my head in. I start to moan louder as I feel his hot mouth surrounding me. At the same time as he suckles and probes my cockhead and foreskin with his tongue, Blair runs his hands up and down my length. It's fucking amazing. I think I just told him that. Heat is pulsing through my body, directed by a heart that is beating too fast to be normal. I can't help but put my hands in his thick hair. My knees feel like they're going to give out. I can't think about anything except how great it feels to have my cock buried in his beautiful, hot, wet mouth. Suddenly I'm thrusting harder and faster, not caring about how I can feel his teeth grating lightly on my cockskin or how he's clenching my hips so hard they're going to be bruised for days. All I care about is that there's a mouth on my cock, and not just any mouth. It's Blair's mouth. Mr. Wonderful-at-sports, who has ignored me every day since I started at this hell school, is sucking my cock because he wants to. Because he wants me. Fuck! I don't know where it came from but suddenly there's that funny coiling, growing feeling in my stomach. I'm shaking all over, staring down at Blair's face. His eyes are shut in concentration and his cheeks are all hollowed out from the suction he's applying to my cock. I'm moaning, whinging, whining, screaming and I don't even know where half these sounds come from. Those big blue eyes flick open, rolling up to meet my gaze. He mumbles something and it feels fucking amazing 'cos it's vibrating my cock in his mouth. That's all it takes. I'm so sensitive from being on edge for so long and from the sight and feeling of getting a blow-job from Blair of all people that my balls clench up and tingle and then I'm shooting white hot cum into his mouth. I can't fucking believe it. His throat pulses around me as he swallows most of my seed down his gullet. Now he's pulling away, coughing slightly. He's blushing at me, his handsome face all flushed up and pink. My cum is dribbling from his mouth. He's about to brush it away with the back of his hand but I can't have that. I've never tasted cum before but I don't even think about that, I just want to lick it off those pink, swollen lips, to kiss him and lick him and wrestle him to the ground and say thank you with my tongue on his big meaty cock and balls... Author's notes: This was going to be a one-shot wonder, but if it's liked, I'll write some more. Locked in a Contract "So you did the crime but I do the time" she pouted at me. "Well I did cross her but you instigated this, so she might let us off if you submit to the caning Sarah", I was sure she would decline and make me use extreme measures. "FUCK YOU, FUCK HER, FUCK yourselves!" -- I had tied her up and gagged her so when Jane entered the apartment Sarah was bent over the leather sofa chair, wrists handcuffed to the left feet of the chair and her ankles cuffed to the right side of the chair legs, leaving her nude body arched over the chair, its large arm rest leaving her bottom vulnerable to Sarah and her cane. I liked seeing her legs splayed and cuffed to the right front and back legs, I could not help but caress her privates and watch her buck in surprise and moisten in pleasure. "Nice job, she can't move much and the gag ensures a more pleasant conversation can take place" Jane purred and Sarah groaned and bucked in protest. -- Jane was spent, Sarah's bottom was red with welts and her face was streaming with tears. "Are we done here Jane, I asked?" "Oh no not yet, Sarah was very impolite to me so I'm going to have her tamed", she purred. With that she wet some cloth with a alcohol wiping fluid and wiped Sarahs outer vulvas which caused her to arch her back and fight the cuffs. Next Jane took what looked like a staple gun and I soon realised it was a piercing gun, and proceeded to fit it with a cartridge of large titanium circular piercing rings. She methodically pinched together the fleshy part of the outer labia, the gun made a snapping sound triggering Jane to buck again and the targeted area to break free from Jane's grip to show a ring embedded deep in the flesh. This occurred another five times in quick succession alternating sides on each of the outer labias, so now three rings each side mirrored their partners, standing as sentinels along the genital ridges. The next item Jane produced from the nearby bag was a padlock with long curved u shaped head which was aptly slid though the rings before a click of the lock was heard locking the u bend in place, effectively obstructing access to Jane's vaginal entrance. Jane took Sarah by her hair and lifted her head up , "Sarah dear girl you see the key here, this is the only way you will have sex again, so please me and you will be freed, anger me and you will be frustrated, very frustrated and sore, do you understand?" Sarah looked wild but nodded her head, she was sore and beaten by this woman whom she despised and now was enslaved to her sexually, her vulva had a dull ache and the bottom was warm with the cane marks but surprisingly not very sore, she felt humiliated and just wanted to be free, to retreat tearfully to her bed. "Ok Tom, let her go now and lets go upstairs shall we?" --- Sarah was quiet and meek, for many days after, she would disappear for a few hours each day then reappear flirt with me and use overt physical contact to arouse me,then when I was nude she would look at her shorts and signal the lock before turning away and doing house work. God she was so sexy and I wanted her like nothing else and we both knew she was paying me back for my traitorous contact with Jane. Maybe I could arrange a deal with Jane to have access to her. ------ "So you want Sarah, does she want you?" "Yes, she has been returning after seeing you I presume then leading me on before indicating the chastity lock and stopping?" "I think she is playing with you,... not really interested, but if you think she is then I'll see what I can do!" ----- I left the office and Jane had fastened a chain around my scrotum with the key on it .The key to unlock Sarah's chastity was in my possession , the question was would she allow her nude chained cunt near my privates to get free of the lock. Jane bet me $200 she would not submit. =-- "So you can free me from Jane, but to do so I have to be close to your privates, I'm not sure I can do that" she retorted. "So you have been teasing me since the caning?" I raised my eyebrows as if surprised. "Of course you wanker, you tied me up and let her cane me then you want sex...your pitiful and I spit on you, you scumbag!" ---- Many days passed and I thought she might break or hoped was bluffing, but as I became more desperate as dates declined intercourse when informed of the chain and key, it seemed I was caught in a conspiracy. I waited and when I saw Jane again she confided that Sarah hated me and blamed me for her privates being incaserated, subsequently contacting my dates and poisoning the possible sexual encounters. The reason Jane wanted to help was money was not coming in as the sole key to the lock was chained to my privates. Jane was extracting her last vindictive move on Sarah and would make Sarah submit to reconciliation with me to be free and Jane was going to mediate. ---- "Sarah" Jane was looking at her and holding my chain, "this is the key to your lock which you can have but as I told you the man that wears this owns your cunt for the hour and if you do not do this now I will whip your behind and pussy until you do submit, do I make myself clear?" "Yes mistress," she said looking down. "Ok, now undress and lay over that leather chair." Sarah unbuttoned her dress and let it fall leaving her body bare, she knew what was going to take place and had been forbidden underwear, so now splayed front down over the chair I raked her body with my desiring eyes. "Tom, bind her up again, just as before legs splayed." Sarah looked up to Jane and eyes pleaded no, but she uttered no sound. "Sarah you have willfully disobeyed my instruction to service Tom, the chain with key has worked with the other customers and now you dis-obey me, it is not acceptable, I will punish you and you will service Tom, now is that with or without punishment?" "Without punishment mistress". "Ok Tom undress and unlock the sore little bitch and have your wanton way with her, I have other clients queued for her attentions and this dilly dallying is stemming my income." So Jane got her revenge and Sarah was punished but in a kinky way Sarah relished Jane's control. It had transformed her life style from adhoc sexual encounters and constant money issues to a more affluent life style all due to Jane having a tight rein on Sarahs expenditure as well as sexual appetite and hiring her out to paying customers had definitely helped supplement both their incomes . The twist in this was Jane loved Sarah but Sarah never suspected, Sarah was way too hetero-sexual but somehow Sarah had her service at least one woman client but Jane never would state who that was. Well I did have Sarah and she played her part well but soon moved out and we never met again. Sarah I never saw again but Jane did offer me another encounter with Jane but I was not willing to spend $200 for a half hour with her. Jane did say to watch out, if Sarah was naughty she would force her to visit me and smirked, "At no charge of course" but I suppose that kept her obedient as I did not see her again. Locked in My Room 'And so I said to the mailman. . .' Mom said while no one was listening. We were having dinner and everyone was enjoying their meal, except for mom. She was talking about everything and no one was interested. Me and my sister kicked each other beneath the table. I didn't like her that much. She was 20, one year older than me but she was always better at everything. After everyone was finished mom hadn't had a bite of her food and started to gulp everything in. 'Come on Elice, we don't want to be late!' Said dad to mom. They were going to some fancy show somewhere north. I hated those times, my sister would always be appointed as "leader of the house." As she would say. She had grown a lot the last few weeks. As if she finally became an adult, or did I just started to see her as one? I mean, it is kind of wrong to think of your sister as a hot chick. But she was pretty nice to look at. Great body and large breasts. I guessed D cup but I didn't dare to ask, would be a bit weird I suppose. The fact that I thought about it was wrong and I put it out of my head. That, and the fact that she was super annoying. By the time it was 8 o clock my parents were rushing through the house, screaming stuff at each other. I locked myself in my room to play games. It was cool to have a key to my own room, no one else had one. My mother always got mad if I locked the door, because she couldn't get in to bring my laundry. But I felt like I had my own place, it was nice. Mom and dad screamed from downstairs: 'We'll be home next week. There's money on the counter. Don't spend it all at once!' The door slammed shut. Finally alone in my room, I thought. Then I heard a knock on my door. 'What is it? You know you can't come in!' I yelled at her. 'I'm just bringing you some cookies!' She said. I opened the door, I could go for some of mom's homemade cookies. She always put a lot of chocolate in them. Jenny (my sister) put the cookies on my desk. 'Wow your room is really dirty!' She mockingly said. 'Not as dirty as your underwear!' I replied 'Aw, you are such a loser!' She said and ran to the door. 'Yeah, run away from your problems.' She stopped and turned around: 'You shouldn't have said that.' She said while locking the door. 'What are you doing? Are you locking us both up in here?' 'I'll hold on to the key, and will go outside when you apologize.' I looked at her and knew she would only leave if I apologized. So I did. 'See, that wasn't that hard!' She said suddenly very happy. 'I'll leave you to your stupid games now.' 'Crack!' Said the key while Jenny turned it in the lock. 'What was that?' I asked. Jenny turned around, looked at me and said: 'The . . . Eh . . . Key broke off in the lock.' 'The what?' I screamed. 'That was the only key! Were locked in here.' 'I'm sorry, I just wanted to make a joke. This isn't what's supposed to happen.' I got up and tried the lock. It wouldn't budge. The key had broken off in the lock. It was kinda like the game I was playing on the computer. But then in real life and with an annoying sister. 'The window!' My sister yelled! She looked down from my window and returned sad. 'It's too high to jump, right.' I said 'O, my god. We are going to die here!' She said while sitting down. 'Calm down.' I replied 'I've got a secret stash of food in my closet. Don't tell mom and you can have some.' It was hard to realize, but we had to be here for quite a while. I didn't have a problem with it actually, I had my computer and Xbox here. Enough food to last a week. Nothing could be better I thought. Well, my sister thought a little different about that. 'I'm bored. Do you want to play a game or something?' 'No.' 'But . . .' 'Okay, one game. But then stop nagging okay?' I admittedly said. After playing a while, we both yawned. 'Well, I'm going to bed.' I said to Jenny. 'But, what about me?' 'You broke my lock, figure something out!' I laid in bed and looked at my sister. She had pulled together some old sheets and lay on top of them. I felled kind of sorry for her, even if I was still mad at her. So I gave her my second pillow. The morning came and we both woke up at the same time. 'Morning sis.' 'Morning, bro!' She yawned. 'How about I make us some pancakes, oh wait we can't.' 'Stop joking about it, I said I'm sorry!' 'Yeah, your right. We're both in here so we might as well make the best of it.' I said. We ate some twinkies for breakfast and I offered her to play against me on my Xbox. She refused and began to read some magazines. We were quiet for quite a while. I almost forgot she was there, when she said: 'I have to pee.' 'Well . . . Eh . . . Pee out of the window, I've done it once!' 'You what? And eww, no I can't do that you know, I'm a girl.' I looked around my room for something that could function as a toilet. 'Here, pee in this.' I handed her an old bowl. She looked at me: 'I can't pee while you are here.' 'Well, I can't go anywhere else now, can I.' I laughed. 'Okay, then don't look. I sat at my desk. Facing away from her, but I heard all the sounds. Her pants unzipping, her panties slipping down. The faint noise of pee streaming out of her. 'I cannot believe I just did that in front of you.' She shamefully said. She put the bowl in the corner. 'Were gonna need that bowl later I guess.' 'Well, what do you want to do? The evening came again. We both had peed in the bowl and joked about how this experience made our bond as brother as sister better. Now we both laid in bed, my sister in her made up bed. I couldn't sleep and turned around a lot. She must have heard it because she asked: 'Do you miss jerking off?' 'What!' I gasped. 'Why do you ask that? 'Well, I sleep next to you, and these walls are not so thick you know.' She said while making a sound with her hand resembling the noise it made when I jerked. I turned red and tried to hit her. 'Well, just know that you don't do that while I'm here okay?' 'Yeah, like you don't ever masturbate.' The thought of that actually made me a bit horny and my penis grew a little. 'Well, just as were being honest. Yes, sometimes. But not as much as you!' I couldn't believe it, my sister masturbating. Sometimes even at the same times as me. My dick went fully erect is I thought of that. What was wrong with me, it's my sister! 'Can I ask you another question?' She asked. 'Sure.' 'Have you ever had sex?' 'No, you?' I asked. 'No, just myself.' She joked. We laughed. 'Okay, this is getting awkward.' Said Jenny. 'Let's get some sleep. 'Good night!' 'Good night.' The next morning I was awake a little earlier then Jenny, I got up and got a huge boner. 'Morning wood.' I thought. Must have had a good dream I guess. I tried to walk past Jenny toward my wardrobe to get some clothes. But she had fallen out her makeshift bed. 'Stupid girl.' I thought. 'Even when you are asleep you're in my way.' I tried to push her into her bed again, but when I did that her shirt went up and I could see a part of her bra. I got excited and pulled the shirt up a little more. Her breast were fantastic and her bra could barely keep them in. I hadn't jerked off in 2 days so I was quite horny and started to feel my dick. It felt so good but also wrong. I touched her body and it felt so soft. I wanted more but was afraid she would wake up and see me touching my dick. Not to mention wat I did to her. I put her shirt back to where it was and got dressed. By the time I was at level 3 on my game she woke up. 'Oh, my back hurts so much. Must have slept wrong.' Still being turned on I blurted out: 'Well, I could give you a massage?' I regretted saying it at first, but she accepted it. She lay on her stomach and pulled her shirt a little bit up towards the strip of her bra. My hands touched her back and began to move upwards and downwards. She moaned a little, which made me reach for my dick in excitement. 'Keep it cool.' I thought in myself. 'It's just a massage.' 'I think the pain is in my lower back can you go a little bit lower?' She said and pulled her pants down a little, showing the strip of her pink underwear. My dick was now rock hard and I tried my best not to touch her with it. What was wrong with me, being so turned on by her body? With my thumbs I massaged her ass and she seemed to like it, because she pulled her pants down even further and I could see her ass. The only thing covering it was a small pink thong. Her ass cheeks were resting in my hands as I massaged them both. Was this still considered a normal massage? And I thought she had problems with her back, not her ass. 'Don't you think this is kinda weird?' I asked, because I couldn't take the excitement anymore. I was about to burst. 'Why? We are just brother and sister right? I mean we have seen each other naked!' 'We were only little then, now were all grown up.' Jenny pulled her pants back up and her shirt down. 'Yeah, your right. It was weird, sorry. I just see you as my little brother that's all.' 'Well a little brother does not massage your ass.' I thought. Jenny had made me completely horny by that massage. I wanted to put my cock inside that pussy. I could see the shape of it through her little thong. Was she trying to make me horny or did she really just think of my as the little brother. I had to find out. I thought about the massage the whole day, but jenny didn't seem to mind. She read my old magazines again. The day grew over very slowly. I wished the door would simply open so I wouldn't have the urge to fuck my sister all day. While she didn't knew I wanted that. She even peed while I was watching and didn't mind anymore. It was a living hell to watch her and do nothing. If I could just masturbate once, the tension would be gone. But wouldn't that be weird? Maybe if I do it when she's sleeping. At night when she slept, I pulled down my underwear and out came a hard cock. Finally, I thought. My mind was completely with me and my dick. First I touched it lightly, then harder. But not too hard to wake Jenny. 'Horny?' Sounded from across the room. I froze, she heard me masturbating. 'I'm sorry, it's been a few days.' I replied. My face turned red. Her reaction was not what I expected. 'I was lying earlier about how much I masturbate. Actually I do it every night, like you.' 'This might seem weird, but is it okay if I do it too?' She asked. We both masturbated at the same time. At first it was weird. But it looked like she was really turned on by how I stroke my cock under the blankets. 'Can I see it?' She asked. I pulled my blanked down and she gasped. 'I'm sorry, this is getting weird. I'm just really horny and this is wrong. You're . . . You're my brother.' 'Just this night. Then we never speak of it again. And just touching isn't incest.' I begged. She agreed and pulled her blanked away from her as well. Her hand was in her pants. 'I got a bit horny from your massage today, I thought if I put my mind away from it, it would go. But it didn't.' She pulled her pants down and rubbed her pussy over her tong. It was so great to watch. And I nearly came. 'Wait . . .' she said. 'I never made a guy come. Can I make you cum?' I was so horny that I didn't thought about what was right. She sat beside my bed and took of her shirt. When her hands touched my penis it felt both wrong and right at the same time, which made it that much better. Her hands started moving really fast and I came. It was one of the biggest loads I have ever come. Her face was hit by a lot of it. The rest had fallen on my bed. After that she took of her thong and spread her legs. I watched her finger herself while she moaned. At one point she even squirted a little bit. When she was finished she laid besides me in my bed, and together we fell asleep. To be continued? Locked in the Closet When my mom was 15, she got pregnant with me. I never really knew my dad much, just that he was a guy that she had a thing with in high school. This made me the "man of the house" from a very young age. My senior year in high school, I could tell that my mom was starting to worry about the changes coming to our lives, as the natural thing is to move away to college. I was worried about leaving her alone, because she had focused on raising me for so long that I worried about her trying to adapt to life in an empty home again. Ever since I had turned 18 in the fall, she seemed to be more worried about the prospect of me leaving. She didn't date very often that I could remember. Sometimes people would set her up on dates, but none of them could handle being second fiddle to her "little man" back home. So it was just the two of us most of the time. The apartment complex we lived at had a community pool. Even though it was the middle of winter, me and my mom liked to use the pool every Saturday to have some fun and stay fit. Luckily the pool was connected to our building so we didn't have to go outside at all on our way, a luxury since it was freezing outside. We always just wore our suits over, since it was more comfortable to change in our own apartment in privacy instead of having to change in front of other people. I walked through the locker room and met my mom back on the other side. I watched as she walked up to the edge and dove in, then surfaced and looked back at me. "The water's fine, Jimmy!" I wasn't nearly as good of a swimmer as she was, and couldn't really dive in. This had lately made me realize that I got an added bonus, when I got to watch the view of my mom's great ass headed into the pool as she jumped. I had yet to see a girl who had a nicer ass than my mom, which was a very strange feeling to have, but after a while I just came to terms with it, and admitted that I really loved her ass. I waded into the pool and started swimming some laps. My mom did likewise. It always confused me that she was a much better swimmer than me. I guess I got my swimming skills from dad, because I definitely wasn't as good as she was. Seeing her pink bikini fly by me always gave me mixed emotions. Lately I had become determined to become a better swimmer and keep up with her, and was only having limited success. We were the only ones in the pool this time, and after we were done, she decided to get a little mischievous and started a splash war with me. I fought back as hard as I could, but if there had been a referee he would have given the match to her as she was able to deftly move away from my waves. After a while, we both got tired and went and sat in the hot tub. She asked what my plans were for the weekend, but I didn't have anything going on. "No pretty girls have scooped you up as their trophy for a party?" Embarrassed by this, I started to blush and said "No mom, I don't get invited to parties. And I'm already spending the night with a pretty girl." "You're too nice Jimmy. Those girls don't know what they're missing. You could go far giving out compliments like that." After some idle chit chat, we decided we had hit our limit and started to make our way back to the apartment. I had forgotten to grab our towels before we came though, so we had to walk back dripping wet. Even though it was indoors, the hallways weren't heated so it was still chilly, so we ran back to the room. Our apartment was nice and toasty though. Mom went to the closet door where we kept our towels and walked in. It was a pretty good size closet, and you could even consider it a walk in, though you wouldn't be taking more than a couple of steps once you were inside. I walked up behind her, and as I was reaching over her shoulder to grab a towel, my feet slipped on a puddle that she must have left under her. I fell forward into her, totally losing my balance and falling towards the ground with her under me. The next thing I knew, I was laying on top of my mom and the closet door was shut behind us. I didn't remember how it happened, but I must have kicked it on my way down and knocked it shut. Mom was annoyed at this and said "Jesus Jimmy, what happened?" "I don't know, I slipped on some water. Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, somehow you didn't manage to squish me to death. Can you get off of me though?" "Oh, uh, yeah, no problem." I had been so worried about her condition that I had forgotten to pick myself up. I started to lift myself up when my hand slipped on another puddle and I crashed down on top of her again. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were enjoying this." I hadn't been, but now that she mentioned it I did notice that we were basically spooning and my crotch was rubbing up against her ass, and it felt wonderful. Realizing this I started to feel blood rushing to the area, and I quickly redoubled my efforts to get off of her. This time my hand found purchase and I was able to stand up. I reached down my hand to my mom, and pulled helped pull her to her feet. I walked to the door and pushed on it, but it wouldn't budge. "Here, let me try it." As she said that, she pushed past me, and I realized that I liked the feeling of her skin. It was a tight fit, and we had to be in close quarters as she went by. I turned with my front to her as she went by, and realized too late that I had a boner. I felt her ass rub up against my cock as she slowly slid by. The feeling was amazing, and if I couldn't control it before, there was no stopping my hardening dick now. The thin barriers of her bikini and my swim shorts did little to hide what was happening to me. I didn't want this moment to end, but I was mortified of what she would think. She finally slid by and I stepped back to give her room, and she seemed like she didn't notice. She looked at the door and tried to push it open, but she also couldn't get it to work. "Well, looks like we're stuck. I don't even have a cell phone. We're gonna have to figure something out." I tried to think, but my brain was only 25% working on the problem of the door. The rest of my brain was captivated by my mother in her pink bikini, and how badly I wanted to rub up against her again. My brain proved efficient at working these scenarios into my favor. "Let me see if I can get it." I put my hands on her hips as we started to shuffle by each other again. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but my cock had seemingly taken over my body and was now in the drivers seat. I was sure I was imagining it, but it seemed like this time as she slid by me, she pushed her ass back into me, rubbing even more closely against my cock as we tortuously slid along one another. She got by, and we broke contact as she went behind me again. I was getting really worked up by this, and couldn't believe my mom was turning me on this much. I wasn't sure if it was better to tell myself that this was my mom, or to pretend that it wasn't. I tried harder on the door, but a big part of me really didn't want this door to open just yet. "Maybe if we both try at the same time?" This made sense, this was an apartment so everything had to be cheaply made, right? I started to push against the door, and she came up behind me. She didn't have the best reach, so she had to get really close to me. Our bodies made contact again, this time with her behind me, and I felt as her thighs pressed into my legs, and she wrapped her arms around my body. I felt her tits push themselves into my back, and I started to go crazy at the feeling. She was driving me mad and I was losing control of myself with how good this felt. "Alright, on three we push. One, two, three!" As she said three, we both put our weight into the door, and she crushed her tits into my back even more. I loved the feeling. The door was holding out against us though, and didn't even budge. "I can't really put too much into the door, my arms aren't long enough. Maybe if we switch positions you can do a better job?" I was ecstatic at this idea. I was also terrified. She put her hands on my hips, like I did hers last time, and we started to do the now familiar dance of switching places. This time my dick was not rubbing against her though since we were in different positions. It seemed like she was pulling our bodies close together anyways though, as she rubbed along my ass this time. She took up position at the door, and put her hands against it. She put her legs back and stuck her ass out as she prepared to push. She looked so sexy in this position that I could hardly contain myself. I reached over her and put my hands on the door near hers. I put my legs near hers and let my body drift in towards hers. I probably had enough room to stay back, but my dick was doing too much of the decision work and I pushed my body up against hers, reuniting my hard dick with her soft ass. It settled between her ass cheeks, and I was in heaven. I could barely think straight. I snapped out of it as she started to count down again. When she hit three, I felt her start to push on the door, and she moved her ass back even more against me. I pushed hard, and my dick held its ground against her ass, but the door barely moved. We stopped pushing and our bodies separated, as she stood back up. She turned around to face me. I thought it looked like she might be a little flushed, but I was sure it was just from the effort of trying to open the door. "Well, that didn't work. Do we still keep the tools up there?" She pointed behind me. "Yeah, I think so." "Ok, let me see." She surprised me when she walked up close to me and reached over my shoulder. Her body brushed up against mine again, but I held my ground as I was loving the feeling. Her face was so close to mine, and even though we had just been in the pool, she looked beautiful. She stepped back, and I was sad, but then she leaned even harder into me and reached over my other shoulder. I didn't see what she had grabbed in her right hand, but my body was trying to prove that it was stronger than my brain now. It couldn't handle having this beautiful creature right in front of it, and not try to get it. I wrapped my hands around the small of her back, and moved my face into hers as our bodies connected. Our lips melted together, and I couldn't get enough. I was surprised to notice that she was kissing me back. We were going at each other like crazy people, making out with reckless abandon. My body felt like it was on fire, and I couldn't get enough. My dick was throbbing against my swim shorts, begging for sweet release. My hands acted on their own and slid up to my mom's bikini top. I pulled lightly on the strings and felt them release as her top came loose. She reached up her hands and whipped it over her head, barely breaking our kiss. I pulled her close to me, loving the feel of her naked tits on my chest. I started kissing a trail down her neck, and started to suck on her tits like I had so many years ago. She flushed and said "Oh yeah Jimmy...oh yeah...suck my tits....suck your mom's tits! So wrong...." Even though she said it was so wrong, she sounded erotically charged, and put her hands on the back of my head to encourage me to continue sucking her tits. I tried to give them equal love, and couldn't help myself. My dick was growing impatient though. My hands were its greatest accomplice, as they moved down her back and hooked under her bikini. I grabbed each side of her bikini and started to slide it down her body, and I was surprised when I saw that she shaved her pussy. As her bikini reached the floor, I looked up at her delicious pink pussy lips, and just had to have a taste first. My dick would have to wait a moment more. I moved my head up, and licked a trail from her thigh all the way to her delicious pink. I'd never tasted anything so sweet, and knew that this had to be right, for it to taste so good. Any inhibitions I had, which certainly weren't many, were out the window. Above me, I heard my mom yell "Oh yeah Jimmy....oh god.....oh shit....so good!" She let out a moan and grabbed my hair, pushing my face further into her pussy. I could tell she was getting really excited, and her legs started to shiver. "Oh god, I'm cumming! I'm cumming for you baby!" I lapped up all her juices and decided that now was a good time to make the transition. I stood up, and my mom put her hands up against the door, the door that had locked us in here. I got behind her and slid down my bathing suit, and lined up behind her as she stuck her ass out. I grabbed my dick with my left hand as I put my right on her ass, and lined myself up with her hole. I felt the contact between my cock and her pussy lips, and let it sit there for a moment, teasing us both. "Don't make me beg for my own son's cock, Jimmy...." That was enough for me, as I grabbed both of her hips and plunged my 7 inches slowly into her pussy. It felt like heaven, as I slowly slid into her. Every second was pure bliss, and I couldn't believe that I was experiencing this. I kept going, and then eventually felt myself bottom out as I got balls deep into my mother. "Oh, fuck yeah Jimmy! Holy shit this feels so good..." I stayed there to prolong the sense of accomplishment I had, being balls deep in my mom, something I hadn't known how badly I wanted to do until now. Still grasping her hips, I started to pump back and forth inside of her, building a rhythm as she pushed back in unison with me. "Oh god Jimmy, oh god, yes, just like that! Keep going! Oh shit!" I have no idea how long this went on for, it felt like endless hours to me, but was probably only minutes, and I started to feel the need to cum. It was building like a tidal wave inside of me. "Oh god mom, I'm gonna cum!" "Cum inside me baby, cum inside your mom's pussy!" That was all the encouragement I needed, and I started to blow seed after seed of my semen deep into my mother's womb, the same womb that had given birth to me. "Oh god mom, I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside you!" "Oh shit Jimmy, I'm cumming too!" We lost ourselves in moans as we came together, while I coated the inside of her pussy with my semen. I had never cum that much before in my life, and it was amazing. It started to subside, and I started to grow softer inside my mom's pussy. I slowly pulled out, and saw some of my jizz drip out of her pussy and on to the ground. She turned around and kissed me. Her face and chest red, she turned around and hugged me close. "I told you that you were starting to like it too much when you had me on the ground." "I would say I'm sorry mom, but I'm really not. That was amazing." "Yes, it was." "I wanna do that all the time." "We can baby. Something that amazing can't happen only once. I might have to get back on the pill if we're gonna keep it up though." Something about how she said that registered with me, and I realized that I had just had totally unprotected sex with my mom. I could have gotten her pregnant right there. And my brain was losing the war with my body again, because for reasons I couldn't begin to explain, it turned me on even more than I was to know that I might have just made a baby with my mom. My dick started to get hard again. "Oh, Jimmy, round 2 already? I don't know if I can take it." I grabbed her and pulled her close, and slid my dick inside of her pussy, still drenched with my jizz. I started to fuck her like mad again, and she started to build up to another orgasm almost instantly. I kissed her as she moaned into my mouth, holding on for dear life around my neck as she came for the third time. She had wrapped her legs around my ass so that I was holding her up, bouncing her on my dick. I lowered her down to the ground, and looked deep into her eyes as I continued to pound her drenched pussy. I felt my orgasm building, and yelled "I'm gonna cum again!" This time I pulled out and shot my jizz all over her, landing it on her face and her tits and her chest. She looked so good, laying naked on the floor, covered in my jizz. She reached down with her left hand and scooped up a lot of the jizz with her finger, then licked it off. "Mm, you taste so good Jimmy." I watched as she collected as much as she could, swished it around her mouth and then swallowed it. I layed down next to her. "This is gonna be the start of something beautiful." "Only if we ever get out of this closet." We both lifted our heads and looked at the door, and it was wide open. We never did figure out what magic caused it to open, but it seemed like some sort of strange fate had driven us together that day. "Well look at that. It's open." I just looked at the door with my mouth open. "I don't even know what to say Mom." "Call me Jenna, mom's don't do that with their sons. She stood up held out a hand to me to help me get up. "What do you say, round 3 in the shower?"