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The Beginning of Passion Ch. 01

By: Eros5150



Ever since I saw my son, Rory, having sex with his roommate, Greg, I could not stop thinking about it. Their unbridled passion was intoxicating. It was not like the gay porn I saw on the Internet. It was tender, even loving. I could feel their connection. But at the same time, it was so masculine. Young hard bodies, straining against each other. Deep, guttural moans. It was so powerful.

My mind has been racing with so many questions – How did they start? Did my son, Rory, always "top" (I think that's what it's called)? Did anyone else know? The images of their lovemaking were burned into my memory.

I tried to put it out of my head. After all, I'm Rory's mother. I should not be thinking about his sex life like this. 

After a week or so, one afternoon, I returned from work and decided to call to check on Rory. I knew that the busiest part of the swimming season was coming up and wanted to make certain that he was balancing school and sports, and still having time for fun. I kicked off my heels, untucked my blouse from my skirt and flopped into the big leather easy chair in the living room. I dialed Rory's cell phone, but was surprised to hear Greg's voice.

"Hi, Mrs. Grangier."

I paused, "Hi, Greg. I thought I dialed Rory's phone. I'm sorry."

"No. You did," said Greg. "Rory is at a team meeting, and must have forgotten his phone. I thought it might be him, checking to see if he left it. I'll tell him that you called when he gets back."

"OK. Well, how are you doing?"

"I'm doing well. Just finishing some homework until Rory gets back."

"So, do you two have plans to go out tonight?"

"No. We both have been so busy that a quiet night at home would be perfect. In fact, we are planning to eat the holiday leftovers you packed for us."

I gulped as the scene of their lovemaking during their holiday visit flashed through my mind, "That sounds... um, nice.... I guess."

"Mrs. Grangier, are you alright?"

"Yes, Greg. And please call me Kate."

"OK, Kate. Is everything OK?"

"Yes. I mean, I have so m-m-many questions... but I can't really ask them, can I?" I could barely stammer through a sentence.

"Mrs. Gr--, I mean, Kate, you can ask me anything. Anything."

I was startled and my throat went dry. "This is awkward. Ummm, how long have you and Rory been ... umm, lovers?"

Greg laughed, "It's OK. Relax. I'm not uncomfortable about this. Rory and I have been together since the second week of school."

I was fighting a losing battle against myself. The mother in me knew that I should not know the intimate details of my son's sex life. But the woman in me craved every delicious detail. Finally, I gave in. "W-well, how did it, I mean, you start?"

Greg let out a deep sigh and began his story.

"Mrs. Gr--, I mean Kate, when I got to college I was still a virgin. I mean, I know I don't look like Rory. I'm shy, quiet, and prefer to stay out of the spotlight. Not exactly the guy who got all the girls in high school. Rory was so different. He stood out. People just gravitate to him. I was no different."

"I know what you mean, Greg," I said. "He has always been a dynamic personality."

"Well, yes. But sharing a room, you get to know a person differently. More than anyone else. More than family," Greg responded. "I saw Rory behind closed doors, how he could be when he wasn't expected to be the star swimmer, student, stud, whatever. We talked for hours and hours about everything and anything.

"We were close and I knew that Rory was totally comfortable around me. But I did not realize how comfortable until about two weeks into the semester." Greg hesitated.

"Go on, Sweetie. It's OK," I reassured him.

Greg let out another deep sign and continued. "One night after we put out the light I heard the soft rustling of Rory's sheets. The room was dark but I could make out his silhouette. I could see the outline of his body and his hand at his crotch. I watched him as he slowly, deliberately pumped his fist over his.... ummm, penis."

I asked, "Greg, is that what you call it? His penis?"

"No," Greg's voice got soft. "I call it his cock."

"Well, then, call it his cock. Please continue."

Feeling assured, Greg went on, "errr, OK. I watched him pump his... cock... with his hand 'til he grunted and then rolled over." 

As Greg continued his story, the image of Rory, with his rock hard body, masturbating seared my brain. I felt warm and opened a few buttons of my blouse.

"Kate, my mind was racing. I mean, I had never seen anything like that. I had never seen another guy masturbate. I hadn't even seen a cock that big except in some porn while I was in high school. I could barely sleep and thought about it all day. I tried to stop thinking about it, telling myself that I wasn't gay and that it was no big deal, but I couldn't. I can't explain what I felt but it burned in me like nothing ever did before.

"I got into bed that next night, hoping that Rory would do it again. I could hardly lie down, let alone try to sleep. After about 20 minutes, I heard that rustling again. Oh my god, yes! Again, I watched Rory's silhouette, his broad chest heaving, his ripped arm pumping up and down and that... cock... that fucking cock... oh my, Mrs. Gran--, I'm sorry..."

I struggled to regain my own composure. Greg's tale of my son's massive cock had me dizzy. In complete rapture, I had unbuttoned my blouse completely and loosened my skirt. My breasts were heaving and my nipples erect with excitement.

"Greg, honey, it's OK. Go on."

"OK," he said and continued. "Every night for a week, it was the same routine. I would watch Rory's silhouette as he masturbated. Every night. Without fail.

"Then about a week later I had to attend an evening meeting on campus. A group of us went for coffee afterwards at this hippie girl's place. She pulled out a small bag of pot. But don't worry, I didn't smoke any. But I never knew how strong a contact high was until I left. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton as I walked across campus to my dorm. I felt like I was floating or moving in slow motion. I have to admit it was a really cool feeling.

"I got to our dorm room, opened the door, and absentmindedly turned the light on. Rory was lying on his bed spread-eagle and completely nude. Oh my god. I had seen his nude silhouette for a week but it was nothing like this. His muscles rippled and his strong hand squeezed around his thick cock. It was completely hard and veiny like it was carved from marble. His smooth scrotum was plump and full."

I began to squeeze my thighs together as I continued to listen, causing electric shocks deep inside my pussy. Fuck, this was so hot. I eased the zipper on the side of skirt down and quietly slid it off my hips. I looked down at the growing wet spot in my own panties, now so translucent with my own juices that I could see my pussy lips getting swollen with lust.

"So I stood there frozen, staring at Rory's cock. My mind tried to race but just spun, still feeling the effect of the pot. I tried to stammer out an apology but my words were incoherent. And all the while, Rory lay there proudly holding his massive cock.

"After a few moments, Rory laughed, 'I guess if you're not going to turn out the light, I will have to get up and turn it out myself.' He stood up and walked toward me, a naked Norse god. I was powerless, staring at his cock as it swayed with each step. Rory stopped in front of me, less than a foot away. I had never seen another man's erect cock before, let alone that close. I swear I could feel the heat coming from it.

"Rory reached out and placed his hands on my shoulders. Without a single word, using just gentle pressure, Rory told me exactly what I was going to do. I felt myself melt to my knees until I was kneeling in front of him, his cock just inches from my face. Rory caressed my face, applying just enough force to cause my jaw to release and open. He began to pull my face towards him.

"My mind was exploding. I had never been with anyone and now I was just inches from sucking cock. I could see every vein and bulge, Rory's smooth skin and cropped light brown hair. But even more, I could smell him -- a mixture of his musk and the fresh scent of the college swimming pool. It was intoxicating. Unable to resist it anymore, I opened my mouth and allowed Rory to pull me in."

Listening to this, I became hotter and hotter. I snapped open the front clasp of my bra, my breasts full and my nipples rock hard. With my free hand, I rolled each nipple between my forefinger and thumb, squeezing it gently, and then pinching it. I could feel my own electricity flow through my body, awakening every nerve.

"I opened my mouth until I could feel the spongy hard head against my tongue. It already was slick with clear precum. It tasted mild and reminded me of the slightly salty air at the beach. Rory inched in further, forcing my jaw to open as my lips closed around his mushroom-shaped head. Like an expert, Rory controlled the angle and movement of my mouth, guiding himself in deeper and deeper. Deftly, he moved in, careful not to trigger a gag reflex. Softly, he instructed me, 'Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat. Feel me expand you.'

"It felt so natural, so perfect. I found a perfect rhythm. Moving my head back and forth, allowing him to stretch my mouth with his size and go deeper each time. He would pull back and coat my tongue with another layer of the slick precum. And then he would move back in, pushing into my throat. One time, I felt my body start to tighten in a gag, but quietly Rory reassured me, relaxing my muscles. I felt my throat expand as he worked his way deep inside me until my nose bristled against his short hair and I could feel his balls against my chin."

As I listened, I worked the thin material of my panties with the tip of my finger. My lips were swollen and so sensitive. My own scent mixing with my sweat filled the room. I watched as a trickle of my wetness slid down the front of the cushion I was sitting on, a dark, thin stain against the brown leather.

"Once he had gotten in all the way and my throat became accustomed to the sensation, Rory picked up the pace. He pulled my head to meet the thrust of his hips. Long, powerful strokes. His breathing remained steady and even. I could feel my own saliva running down my chin as he fucked my mouth. Deeper and deeper. Faster and faster. Until his heavy balls slapped my chin on every stroke.

"He was so hard in my mouth. Like steel wrapped in silk. My tongue traced every bump and every ridge. I could feel him getting harder and knew his orgasm was fast approaching. He was grabbing fistfuls of my hair and holding my face as he pumped his strong swimmer hips into me, faster and faster. I could feel his thighs tremble and a deep low groan grow from deep inside him as it got closer and closer."

By then I was so close, too. Pushing my panties to one side and working two fingers deep inside me as my thumb massaged my clit. My own hips, still firm and athletic, rose to meet my own thrusts as my orgasm approached.

"Rory's breathing became ragged and I could feel his cock swell one last time. He pushed in deeply and groaned loudly. His cock erupted, filling my mouth and throat, ballooning my cheeks and bubbling around the sides of my lips. It was thick like nectar, but with a saltiness like fresh seawater. There was even a hint of sweetness. He held my head still as wave after wave passed through him. The warm liquid coated my mouth and slid down my throat. I continued to suck on him hard, squeezing him with my lips until he was empty."

That was it. I bit my lip hard to stifle my sound as my own orgasm exploded. My body shook violently as my pussy muscles convulsed, squeezing around my fingers. Over and over, I shook, the muscles in my stomach and thighs burning. The thin trickle of wetness on the chair was now a puddle, cascading over the side. I was completely exhausted.

"Kate, are you OK?" I could hear the surprise and even embarrassment in Greg's voice. After all, it is not every day that you make your roommate-gay lover's mom cum during a telephone call.

"I'm fine, sweetie. Thank you for your honesty."

"But there's more...," Greg interrupted.

"I know there is. And I know that I want to hear every word. But I don't think my body could take anymore," I sighed.

Greg laughed, "Well, you know, Rory has another meeting in a couple of nights."

I joined his laughter, "Good. That gives me some time to recover. Bye, Greg."

"Bye, Kate."

The Beginning of Passion Ch. 02



It had been more than a month since I had witnessed my son, Rory, making love to his college roommate, Greg, and several weeks since I had spoken with Greg about his first sexual experiences with Rory. I knew that Greg ached to tell me more about their lovemaking, but it frightened me. After all, I was Rory's mother and should not know the details of his sex life. But, as a woman, I could not resist the strong, erotic imagery of two young, good-looking men making raw, passionate love. I tried to put the entire situation out of my mind.

Of course, my best efforts failed miserably when my husband, Tom, announced one night that he had booked us a hotel room near campus, so that we could support Rory, who was anchoring the university's swim team in an important swim meet. This was not just any swim meet. The swim coach had called Tom to let him know that key members of the U.S. Swimming Association would be at the meet to watch Rory, an early favorite to make the U.S. Olympic team.

We arrived early Friday afternoon before the Saturday swim meet. Rory and Greg met us at the hotel. It was so good to see them. Rory looked terrific, his shoulders looked even broader, and he had the fire in his eyes that burned so brightly during swim competition. He told Tom that he and his coach wanted to meet with him that afternoon to discuss strategy. After all, Tom was a former Olympian himself, losing his opportunity to earn his own medal in swimming due to the American boycott of the 1980 Moscow games.

Rory was apologetic. "Mom, why don't you and Greg go for coffee? There is this great local coffeehouse in Collegetown."

Greg responded immediately, "I would love to show you Collegetown and introduce you to the best hazelnut latte in the world."

Tom also chimed in. "Kate, go. After all, you need to get us a couple of college sweatshirts. We cannot be a legitimate cheering section without looking the part."

I laughed nervously. "Well, it's unanimous. Greg, will you be my date for the afternoon?"

He smiled and we grabbed our winter coats and began our walk through campus. The campus was absolutely gorgeous in the winter. The gothic architecture took on a completely different feel against the bright white winter snow. It was idyllic.

Greg was the perfect tour guide. As we crossed campus, he pointed out all of the historic sites. I never knew how much history had occurred at this university. He told me interest facts and stories and kept me laughing with his gentle wit.

We stopped in the university shop and bought sweatshirts, T-shirts, and hats. I felt like a ridiculous tourist. I laughed to Greg, "I must look like the oldest, most pathetic coed."

Greg laughed. "No, Kate. Just one of the prettiest." I blushed.

We walked and chatted for hours. I learned so much about Greg, his family, his aspirations, and, of course, his deep love for Rory. I enjoyed learning that in Greg, Rory had a true, loving partner with whom he could share his dreams, fears, and passions.

The winter air turned colder as the sky grew darker. I felt the chill in my toes and could feel my nose getting red. I looked at Greg. "What about that hazelnut latte you promised me?"

He smiled and as we turned the corner, I saw the door to the coffeehouse. We stepped inside. The coffeehouse was warm and smelled so inviting. The air was a blend of coffee and spices that drew me in and made me feel so comfortable. Greg directed me to a deep burgundy couch in a dark corner of the coffeehouse while he went and ordered our drinks. He returned with two steaming mugs and a plate of homemade cinnamon cookies. We drank and munched at the cookies.

As we sat in the quiet corner, Greg looked at me. With a quiet voice, he asked, "Kate, I know you had been avoiding me. Had I upset you last time we spoke?"

Thoughts of our last conversation, a telephone call where Greg told me all about his first oral sex with Rory, flooded my mind and caused me to blush with embarrassment and excitement. I couldn't forget his words, as he described sucking Rory's cock for the first time, taking him deep into his throat, tasting his cum. I also couldn't forget how it affected me so, causing me to orgasm hard as I listened.

I stammered, "G-G-Greg, honey, you did nothing wrong. It just is hard for me. After all, I am his mother and don't want to invade the privacy of his sex life. At the same time, I've never had an opportunity to learn so much about male sex. I find it so fascinating."

I took a long sip of my drink, allowing it to warm me. I inhaled deeply and, leaning forward, I whispered, "Greg, please tell me more."

Greg smiled and began to speak.

"After that first time, I was hooked. Taking Rory into my mouth, feeling his power flowing through me, tasting his cum, was the best feeling I had ever had. It was as if I could share in what made him so special.

"I would take him into my mouth at every opportunity. In the morning, when we woke. At night, when we went to bed. Whenever we had a few minutes alone. I would drop to my knees and allow him to guide himself deep into my throat, allowing my hands to play with his rippling ab muscles or grip his tight ass as he pumped in and out of my mouth. I could feel his orgasm build, the cum flowing from his balls, up his shaft and into my mouth and throat. I knew when he was getting close and loved how he put my face in tight as he came.

"One night after he came, I stood up and started towards my bed. But Rory stopped me. 'Greg, I want you in my bed.' I pulled off my t-shirt and jeans and climbed into his bed in only my boxers. Rory removed his clothes, turned off the lights and slid next to me. Reaching down, he pulled my boxers off. He leaned over and pulled my mouth to his. He kissed me so deeply. We just explored each other's mouths, kissing, our tongues intertwined. As we grew tired, he held me tight and we slept. 

"As morning approached, I could feel our bodies adjust to each other. He spooned me, holding me close. His chest against my back, his cock nestled in my crack. I was in heaven. I didn't want to move for fear that this feeling might end. Rory shifted and I whispered, 'Please don't go. I want you.' Rory, still half asleep, pulled me tighter, and whispered in reply, 'I'm not going anywhere.' 

I felt Rory begin to grow and expand against my crack. He pulled away nervously, but I pushed back into him, as if to reassure him, yes, it was alright. I wanted this. I needed this. Rory paused and then reached into his end table drawer, pulling out a small box containing a tube of KY jelly. He laughed, 'Well, I guess I had been a bit hopeful." I joined his laughter, listening to him tear open the box and squeeze some lubricant onto his fingers.

"I felt Rory reach down and push his fingertip into me. Oh my god, it was incredible. Slowly, he pushed in further and further. I gasped as his second knuckle pushed into me. Back and forth, he moved slowly, tugging gently to stretch me open. After a few minutes, I felt a second finger against my hole. I groaned as he pushed the second finger into me. I could feel him carefully stretching me, making my body ready for him. He curled his fingers inside of me, tugging against the tight ring of muscles, loosening them. I could feel my eyes roll back. I was completely lost in the moment, knowing that my body belonged to him. After a few minutes of pumping his fingers deep into me, I felt him withdraw from me completely. I felt very open and very aware that my asshole had been stretched.

"He rolled me onto my belly and drew me back onto my knees so that my ass was up in the air. I could feel him squeeze more KY jelly onto me and work it into me. He got behind me and positioned himself at my opening. I felt his hands on my hips and his head pushing against me. He gripped me tightly and pushed forward against me. I could feel him stretching me.

"I pushed my face into the pillow as he continued into me. It hurt, but I didn't want him to stop. I groaned as my hole stretched wide to allow him into me. I could feel the muscles being pulled and stretched, the puckered skin at its limits. Slowly, I felt my hole yield to the steady pressure and open, allowing Rory to enter me slowly. I bit down hard as he fed the first four inches into me.

"At that point, I felt an incredible pressure inside me. 'Are you in all of the way?' I asked Rory. 'No,' he responded. 'I am only halfway in, and I can feel your second sphincter.' Rory gently explained that I had another ring of muscles inside of me that he would have to go through. He reassured me, stroking my skin and telling me to relax. 

Slowly, he began to rock back and forth. I could feel his thick head rubbing something inside me. It felt so different, so good. I moaned softly as he continued his rocking motion. 'Look between your legs,' Rory told me. 'Why?' I asked. 'Just do it,' he responded. I looked down between my legs and saw a thick strand of cum stretch from my cock to the bed. As he rocked in, I watched a bubble of cum ooze out of my cock and drip to the sheets. I just watched as bubble and after bubble oozed out of me each time Rory rocked into me. 'Can you see your cum?' he asked. 'I am milking your prostate, making you cum.' I could barely speak, 'whatever you're doing, please, please don't stop.'

"Rory began to press down on my lower back, forcing me into a deep arch and rotating my hips. I could feel my pelvis rotate, acutely aware of how sexy and feminine I felt. As I arched my back, Rory pushed forward, opening my inside muscles. I bit down hard, whimpering, tears streaming down my face from the strain. I felt like I was being torn in half from the inside. Rory's voice was calm and soothing. 'Greg, I'm inside you. I need you to feel that discomfort. I need to take your virginity.' I nodded in agreement, unable to speak.

"Rory continued to sink into me, pushing forward. I could feel inch after inch stretch me, fill me. The pain began to ease. I felt Rory push again, easing inside me completely. As his hips rested against my ass, Rory whispered, 'Greg, baby, I'm inside you completely.' I just moaned in a soft, weak voice.

"Rory began to move back and forth. A world-class athlete, Rory's movements were strong and efficient. He would withdraw and then with his strong swimmer's hips, he would drive back inside me. He strokes were long and powerful and set shockwaves up my spine. As he began to pump in me, I felt something strange deep in my belly as if my insides were moving with each stroke of Rory's cock. I lowered my hand to my belly and gasped. I could feel the outline of Rory's fat cock bulging my belly. As he fucked me, the bulge continued to move. I pressed hard on the bulge, which caused Rory to groan deeply.

"As the pain subsided, I found myself lost in the complete pleasure of the moment. With long, hard strokes, Rory stroked my prostate and pushed deep inside of me. Cum was just running out of my cock, forming a thick, sticky puddle on the sheets. I watched as Rory milked me with every movement. I heard myself moan, almost startling myself. My moan was raspy, but unbelievably feminine. Rory was fucking me like a woman and my body was responding.

"Rory began to quicken his pace. He pumped faster and faster, harder and harder. His hands gripped my hips and he slammed his strong thighs against me. I was lost in the pleasure. My fingers and toes clawed at the sheets, as I desperately sought to anchor myself. I started to tremble and shake. I could feel my muscles squeeze and contract around Rory's thick cock. My moans grew louder and I allowed my upper body to fall to the bed, so that my ass was up in the air. With my hands now free, I squeezed and pinched my nipples as Rory continued to pound me.

"As my own orgasm approached, I could feel Rory become harder, swelling deep inside me. His breathing became ragged. His balls, which had been slapping against my ass tightened and became firm. Now gripping my shoulders, Rory was driving into, no through, me. He was so deep, so completely in control of me. I had never felt anything like this before.

"Rory let out a deep, low groan and pushed into me so hard that I collapsed to the bed. I could feel him spasm and his warm cum spurt so deep into me. Pushed over the edge, my toes curled in my own orgasm. Rory collapsed onto me, his weight on top of me, his cock still buried deep inside of me. I continued to twitch with strong aftershocks of my orgasm.

"After a few minutes, Rory rolled off of me. I lay there, motionless in a puddle of my own semen, my asshole stretched and gaping wide open. Rory wrapped his strong arms around me and we fell off into a deep sleep as his cum continued to swirl in my belly."

I just sat there transfixed by Greg's story. I remained silent, allowing this unbelievable story of passionate lovemaking to sink in. The buzzing of my cell phone snapped me back to reality. I looked down at the screen. "U & Greg need 2 meet me & Rory 4 dinner w/ Coach." I smiled at Greg and whispered, "Thank you for loving my son and for sharing your story." He smiled back.

As I got up from the couch and turned to get my coat, my eyes drifted down to the cushion on which I had been sitting. I felt my face become flush as I saw the huge stain of my own wetness. I had flooded my panties and overflowed though my leggings into the couch. I hastily grabbed my coat and we left the coffeehouse.

It was the start of a wonderful weekend. And yes, Rory won the swim meet.