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Back in the Saddle

By: ~calypso~



My co-worker, Sally, and I had just finished running a training workshop in Miami for 75 nonprofit managers. We were working on pure adrenaline after four 18-hour days in a row, but happy as hell because it had gone so well. Our flight home wasn't until the next day, so we went back to our hotel rooms and changed clothes for a night out to celebrate. 

As we were waiting for the valet to bring the rental car back around, Sally said, "Jill, don't turn around right now, but the guys at the bell stand are checking us out. I guess we don't look too raggedy after all!" We were headed to a little jazz club down the street that had been the favorite hang-out for some of our workshop's participants. 

I casually glanced over my shoulder and caught one of the bell hops leering at my legs; I was wearing a short white linen skirt and sleeveless blouse. As flattered as I was, it reminded me that it had been a long time since I'd been unattached and away from home. 

My boyfriend and I had broken up a few months before. After three years, we both knew we would never make it in the long-run. I had done my grieving and then lived a nun's life spending all my time at the office to prepare the workshop. Sally and I had worked together for five years, climbing the corporate ladder and ending up managing our division. We had been teaching eight workshops a year together, always on the road, and Sally was the only one who ever got to indulge herself when we traveled. 

She was a party girl, and good-looking. Her mother was Italian, and Sally had long black hair, a curvy figure, and olive skin. I had been living vicariously through her for years. She loved to kiss-and-tell, right down to the last spine-tingling detail, and I loved to listen. She was a little wilder than I had ever been, but I was ready to let loose that night. 

"Sally, you know you look good in that little bitty dress, and that's why you put it on. You look like you've got some serious plans for the night," I said. 

I couldn't help but laugh as Sally shot me a mischievous look while we got into the car. "Yeah, I've got some serious plans," she said. "I am seriously going to make sure that you're the one with the story to tell tomorrow." She started laughing like she knew something I didn't, and I wondered for a second what I was getting into. 

We headed down the street to the club. When we walked in, the band was playing classic jazz, but the percussionists were giving it a funky Latin treatment. Sally and I were looking around for a table when someone - a tall someone - stepped up behind me and slipped an arm around my waist, pulling me close into him. I stiffened and almost stepped away, but I recognized John's voice when he leaned his head down and quietly said, "I've been wondering for years when I might get to spend an evening out with you. Is this my lucky night, Jill?" 

John and I had known each other since I'd been at the company. He was a consultant we brought in to teach part of our workshops. We lived near each other, but we had only seen each other at planning meetings or conferences. He was a genuinely nice, handsome guy - he had a rugged look that I really grooved on - and I'd had a crush on him since I'd known him. I'd felt school-girl bashful about it, and had only flirted with him a little. I never had a clue that he might be serious about it. 

Sally had told me that he and his wife had "an open relationship," and that she knew his wife and knew that it wasn't some kind of Lothario BS he used to get into other women's beds. He'd never done any prowling at our workshops, but we'd heard stories now and then that had piqued our curiosity. John was more of a fun little fantasy than anything else; my ex-boyfriend and I had been monogamous, so I'd never pursued anything with him. 

It took me about two seconds to decide. I leaned back into him and turned my face up to his, put on my best sly come-hither look, and said, "Actually, I think tonight is my lucky night. Good thing for you that I know how to share." I figured it was now or never, so I got bold - bold for me, anyway. I stood up on my tiptoes and tongued the underside of his jawline where it met his neck, and I felt his cock instantly harden against my back. "Mmmm. What a nice surprise!" he whispered. "This oughtta be even more fun than I imagined!" 

He took my hand and guided me over to his table against the wall, and he ordered a couple of double rum punches while I scanned the crowd for Sally. She gave me a big thumbs-up, and I could tell by the look on her face she and John had talked about this. No wonder she told me to change out of the blue jeans. The drinks arrived, and after a few more rounds and an hour of good music, feeling the heat coming off his body, him stroking my thigh ever so lightly under the table, I was so aroused that I could barely think. 

"Is it OK if we head out of here?" I asked him. "I can't take any more of this." 

"Whatever you want," he said. "But we have to get Sally first; I promised her we wouldn't leave without her." 

The short ride to our hotel seemed to take forever. Sally was sitting up front, and her victim of the evening, Adam, was driving. I had slid as close as possible to John in the back seat, and he had one arm over my shoulders, caressing the top of my chest, while his other hand rested in my lap. The entire trip back, he rubbed one finger from the top to the inside of my thigh along the hemline of my skirt. Every now and then he'd sweep it beneath my skirt and skim my panties. I was barely able to breath by the time he worked his other hand into my curly blond hair, slipped his finger under the edge of my panties, pulled my ear to his mouth and said, "Oh, this is going to be so good." 

With that, Sally turned around and smiled - not at me, but at John - and asked, "So, are you up to this? Jill's been out of the saddle for a while." 

"You'd never know it from where I'm sitting," John laughed. "And yes, I'm up to this. I'd been thinking about it long before you ever brought it up." Then he lifted my hair and leaned over to kiss the nape of my neck, sending a shiver all the way down to my toes. 

"OK, now I'm getting nervous," I managed to say. "I usually like to be included when somebody plans my evening." 

Sally was staring into my eyes and grinning. She reached over the seat and put her hand on John's, which rested on my shoulder. "It's gonna be great," she said. "I promise. You will have an incredible night." Then her hand traveled to the front of my neck and down my chest and she cupped my breast, pinching my erect nipple. I was too surprised, and too turned on, to even gasp. 

"Sally, I can't wait to see this!" her date said. I had completely forgotten he was even in the car, and I got a twinge of nervousness at the idea of Adam watching whatever it was that was going on. Then John slipped his whole hand under my panties and slid his fingers up and down between my soaking wet lips, pulled his hand out, and pushed his fingers between Sally's dark red lips. She sucked them clean and let out a little moan as John said, "There's going to be plenty to see, and it looks like there'll be plenty more where that came from, too." 

I was truly weak in the knees by the time we got to the hotel and through the lobby. I kept wondering if anybody could tell what was going on - it seemed like we had to be giving off some visible heat or aura or something. How could four people be so aroused and so excited (and so nervous, as far as I was concerned) without anybody noticing? 

Sally and I ended up on one side of the elevator after a group of conventioneers got on after us and split our group. I was half-worried she was going to invite them along as well, but she restrained herself. Under my breath, I said to her "What have you gotten me into? Not that I don't appreciate it, but what exactly should I expect?" 

"That's the beauty of it. I don't know what John's plan is, or even if he has one. I brought up that you'd split with you ex, and that you needed to get back into the swing of things, and he just said that he was the man for the job. He thought it would be extra fun if I joined you, so here I am. I must say, the thought of this has crossed my mind more than once in the last five years." 

The thought had crossed my mind, too, and I smiled back at her. But I didn't get why she'd invited Adam along, and I told her so. 

"Well, it's the sadist in me. He needs that chip knocked off his shoulder, and I thought it would do him good to have to sit in a corner and watch all the action but not be able to join in," she said with a giggle. "I also know you're half-exhibitionist, so don't bother to protest." 

Thankfully, it was a short walk from the elevator to Sally's room; I was so wet that my essence was dripping slowly down the inside of my thighs. I was also going through some kind of withdrawal from John's touch. As soon as we were off the elevator, I was beside him again. "I guess Sally was filling you in. You're still here, so that must mean you're OK with this. Any more questions?" he asked. 

"Just one. How fast can we get the door unlocked?" Then suddenly it was, and we were inside, and it was John's show. Sally got Adam squared away in his chair in the corner, then John asked her to find some good music. Meanwhile, John pulled the covers off the bed and threw them in the corner. "Come here, darlin'. You're next," he said. 

I walked over and stood in front of him looking up into his eyes, wondering. I could see Adam out of the corner of my eye, and I knew Sally was behind me as the local jazz station came on the radio. He slipped one hand behind my neck and the other underneath my skirt, gripping my ass, and pulled me to him, kissing me softly at first - we actually hadn't kissed yet - but then more urgently, his tongue licking my lips, encircling my tongue, sucking my tongue back into his mouth. My hands went up to his face, caressing his cheeks, tracing his jawline, his neck, then around his back, pulling him closer to me, feeling him grow harder and harder as I pushed my pelvis into his. 

John pushed me back just a bit, kissed my neck, ran his tongue around my throat and then kissed the other side. He pushed my hair back from face, then his hands fell to my blouse, which he unbuttoned slowly. He slipped it off my shoulders, sliding my bra straps down at the same time. He reached into my bra and lifted out my breasts, running his thumbs over my nipples, and said, "Sally, can you help me out a little here? There's so much to see, and so much that needs attention..." 

Then I heard Sally behind me just a second before I felt her hands undo my bra and slide it down my arms. John kept rubbing, pulling, pinching my nipples, stopping only to slip a finger into my panties, gather up as much moisture as he could, then spread it across my nipples. Sally's hands were on my stomach, lightly running around to my back and unzipping my skirt, pulling it over my hips and letting it drop, then up the backs of my thighs and over my ass, over my back. Then John said, "Sally, you get out of those clothes and I'll take care of these," as he hooked his thumbs over the waist of my panties and pulled them over my ass and down my legs, kneeling in front of me to slip them over my pumps. I started to kick off my shoes, but he stopped me and said, "No no. I think I like those. What do you think?" and turned me around. I'd forgotten about the full-length mirrors on the closet doors across from the bed - you could see the whole room in them. John was standing behind me smiling, a little flushed, his hands on my hips, then grazing up to my breasts, back down to my thighs. Adam was watching intently, squirming. Sally had stripped down to her black thong undies and demi-bra, which barely contained her full breasts, and she was perched on the corner of the desk with a hungry look on her face. She'd left her pumps on, too. 

Well, he was right. The pumps did add something. I was admiring my whole self in the mirror, and Adam's reaction to me, when John stepped back and said, "Hey, it's my turn now," and pointed to his shirt. 

I smiled and asked, "Are you the only one directing this evening?" 

"I'm just here to make you happy," he said. "Tell me what you want." 

"Sally, how about you help John get naked, and I'll just trade places with you and enjoy the moment," I replied. 

Sally stopped and kissed me as she walked past, reaching her hand down between my legs and tickling my clit while she tongued me deeply. She pulled away and turned to John, inserting her dripping-wet fingers into his mouth, and said, "That ought to hold you for a minute." He stared into my eyes as he sucked my juice off her fingers, and after she pulled them out, he said, "God you taste good. I can't wait to bury my face in you and lick you until you scream." 

I smiled at him and then turned around and hopped up onto the desk where Sally'd been. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, then proceeded to his pants. As soon as she unzipped his fly, his cock sprang out of his shorts and she kneeled down to lick the pre-cum from its engorged head. I leaned back and pulled one foot up onto the desk-top, wide open to everybody's view and my own hand. Adam couldn't take it any more, and I heard his fly unzip and turned to see him pull his rock-hard dick out of his shorts and stroke it, making a low, deep moan. I was rubbing my clit as I watched John stroke Sally's hair while she licked his balls and spread his pre-cum over the head of his cock, when he said, "Sally, we've got to do something about Jill. She's the one having all the fun over there..." 

"Your wish is my command!" Sally said, and gave his cock a parting lick. 

John stepped around her and descended on me, kissing me deep and hard as one hand lifted my dangling foot up onto the desk and his other hand found my pussy, slid past it and found my ass, slipping his forefinger in and nearly sending me into an orgasm as his thumb stretched up and circled my clit. I started to rock my hips into his hand and soon exploded, my vagina spasming on its emptiness, aching while I shuddered. 

"Oh God please please please fuck me John, please," I begged as I reached for his hips. 

"Oh no. Not yet. I promised I'd lick you 'til you screamed, and I'm a man of my word," He kissed me again, then kissed and licked his way down my body, nibbling my nipples, swirling my belly button, then diving into my pussy and burying his tongue in me, thrusting it as deeply as it would go. Sally appeared standing behind him, pushing my knees farther apart as he pulled my ass to the edge of the desk. She reached between her own legs and brought a load of her juice to my mouth with one hand while she massaged my breasts with the other. I came again as John began flicking my clit with his tongue, bucking into his face and moaning, then screaming as he didn't back off and sucked and licked my clit as I came again. 

He finally pulled away smiling, his face sopping wet. Sally bent over and licked his face clean while I tried to catch my breath, but by the time I could sit up, John picked me up off the desk, stood me on my feet, and turned me away from him toward the mirror. As he reached around and pulled my hair away from my face, Sally walked over to Adam, pushed him onto the floor, and then climbed onto him and buried his face in her snatch. He had cum all over his pants and shirt at some point, but he was already hard again and eagerly going to work on Sally. 

John smiled at me in the mirror and asked, "Are you still ready for me to fuck you?" 

I leaned forward and braced myself on the mirror, hiking my ass back into his cock, and said "Oh yes, please. Right here, just like this." 

I felt him guide his cock through the wetness between my lips and barely into me, then he took my hips in his hands, bracing me, and drove himself into me down to the hilt, hard and fast, his balls slinging forward and slapping into my clit. I groaned, completely out of control, and my knees almost buckled with the force of it and the image of him in the mirror behind me, his faced tilted back, eyes barely open, his mouth breathing out "Ohhhhhh yesssssssss" as he opened his eyes to stare into mine, pulling almost completely out and slamming into me again, and again, and again. 

He was watching me closely, and I was barely able to keep my eyes open to watch him, but I saw him take one hand off my hip, lick his index and middle fingers, then trail them down my back to my ass, where they circled my hole until I started to cum again, and he drove both of his fingers into my ass as I came again and again, rocking back onto his cock and hand, my cunt gripping his cock repeatedly. 

He pulled his fingers out but left his now throbbing cock in me, my juices flowing down both our legs, then he pulled my shoulders to him and guided me backwards as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his legs between mine. Sally had reappeared kneeling on the floor in front of us, her bra and thong gone and her nipples erect. Adam was sitting in the chair again, still clothed, stroking his erect shaft again as he watched Sally reach up to John's legs as he spread them apart, causing my legs on the outside of his to stretch into a near-split. I thought I would break at first, but then my hips shifted forward, forcing John's unrelieved cock even deeper into me, touching off another shuddering orgasm. 

Then I started fucking him relentlessly, grinding my pubic bone down onto his, circling my hips with his cock buried as deeply as it would go. Sally reached up and took my breasts in her hands, pulling my nipples out until they burned, squeezing my breasts together and licking them. She bent down between our legs, licking my clit with just the barest tip of her tongue as I impaled myself on John's cock, grinding on him. He reached around me and took one of my breasts in one hand while he guided my hips with the other, finding a rhythm for us. Sally slipped her hands under John's legs as she licked me, tracing back to his balls, which she massaged with one hand while she slipped a finger between the cheeks of his ass, searching. 

I could tell when she found what she was looking for; John couldn't control himself any longer. He tensed, then moaned loudly, and pumped into me as hard as he could while pulling my hips down onto him. As soon as I felt him flood inside me, I came again, a long, shuddering orgasm that literally took my breath. I collapsed back into him, gasping. As we started to recover, he wrapped his arms around me, and started to hum. 

"I'm back in the saddle again..."

Back in the Saddle



It was all I could think about on my morning run. As soon as I returned home I checked my cell phone, no messages. I grabbed a cup of coffee and made my way to the computer. No email either. It was still early in the morning and the ad had only been posted on the web since the night before. I checked the sight again to see if the ad was still up, which it was. I was just being stupid. I felt like schoolgirl waiting for her homecoming date to call. I decided to be productive and take a shower, but I brought the phone into the bathroom with me just in case it would ring. Clients always seem to like it when you answered the phone personally. Plus, it would add to my sense of anticipation.

I had just finished drying my hair when the phone finally did ring. I jumped when I'd heard the shrill noise. 

"Hello," I answered trying to sound sultry and seductive.

"Hi, is this Liz?"

"This is her," I said feeling my heart thumping in my chest.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could see you today."

"Sure," I said. "What time were you thinking?"

"Around three."

His name was Jeff and he wanted me to meet him at the Sheraton in Woodland Hills for an hour. At that time of the day it would take around an hour to get there. He must have been experienced. He didn't mention any money or what I'd do for it. My ad said I expected a donation of $400 for an hour of my time. I started to mull over what I'd wear. He hadn't made any special requests.

Now it finally seemed real to me again. I had an actual client. It had been over a year since my last one. Back then I was in my last year of college and I decided to quit to focus on my studies. It had been more than that though. I'd been thoroughly burned out. I'd had my first client when I was 18 and worked steadily for 7 years before taking some time off. I had looked haggard and stopped going to the gym regularly. I only had a year to complete my college degree, but my grades were slipping. The year off had been good for me. I graduated college. I felt relaxed and was in the best shape of my life.

Now, I had finally done it; I was a whore again. Offering myself for a men's (or women's) sexual gratification for hard, cold cash. The thought sent a shiver through me. The thrill of sex for money never gets old for me. I'd always had a strong sex drive, I practically lived and breathed sex and lived in a constant state of arousal, so being a "sex worker" was a quick way to earn a living. It's never an easy way to earn a living, but actually enjoying the sex made things go much smoother. Many women in the business I knew, didn't seem that into the sex part. It was just a way to earn a wage.

I went to my computer and stared at my ad:

"Liz

Exquisite GFE!

Gender: FemaleAge: 26

Hair: BrunetteEyes: Brown

Ht: 5'9" (175 cm) Bust: 34B (86 cm) 

Wt: 110 lbs (50 kg) Waist: 24" (61 cm) 

Affil: IndependentHips: 33" (84 cm) 

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Available To: Men, Women, Couples

Availability: Outcall

Location: Los Angeles

Hello Gentlemen ... I am a sexy, petite, playful companion. Free - spirited, open - minded, and adventurous, I embrace life and all it has to offer. I am a stunning brunette in my 20's with seductive eyes, a light complexion and natural curves in all the right places; a combination of beauty, sensuality, intelligence with a pinch of naughtiness.

I am a true GFE. During our time together, I ensure an unrushed, stress-free exploration ... a erotic encounter where I can share my many gifts with you. You see; I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and I have always been game for anything; there's little I won't do..."

I wondered what Jeff wanted to do with me. I shivered again thinking about it. I gave myself a little touch, just a little tease. I was wet already.

At 2:30 that afternoon I was driving on the 405 freeway just before the 101 interchange on my way to Woodland Hills. Traffic wasn't that bad, so I called Jeff to assure him I'd be arriving on time. 

I had decided on wearing a bronze colored V-neck jersey dress that with a plunged neckline and a crochet trim that came down to just above my knees. It was subtly sexy and not in the least trashy. It didn't scream "whore." Of course, I opted not to wear any undergarmets. If everything went as it was supposed to, I wouldn't be wearing the dress in short-order.

It was exactly 3 o'clock when I stood in front of room 862 in the Woodland Hills Sheraton gently rapping my knuckles on the door.

I greeted him warmly when he answered the door. He was wearing gray slacks and light-blue dress shirt with a few of the top buttons undone and the tails untucked. I was pleased that he was attractive and that I got a good vibe off him. He invited me in and offered me a glass of red wine from a bottle he'd just opened. 

The room was nice with a large king sized bed and a view of the office park behind the Sheraton. There was a desk with his lap-top on it along with a bunch of papers. He had an envelope with my donation sitting on the dresser just as I'd asked and I placed my purse just beside it before sitting next to Jeff on the bed. We sat there chatting as we sipped our wine. It was a Merlot, usually not my favorite, but this one wasn't bad.

Jeff looked to be in his early forties. He was handsome and had that clean, crisp look of a smooth business man. His black hair was graying at the temples and he had big blue eyes that bored into mine with desire. He told me he was an executive for a software company and was in town for business.

After some more small talk I took his wine glass and placed it next to mine on the nightstand. He seemed a little nervous and unsure of how to proceed, which surprised me a little. He had sounded so confident on the phone.

I took control, planting a big, wet kiss on him. His lips were big and soft; they tasted sweet, of wine and toothpaste. My tongue sought out his with passion as my hands roamed over his muscular body. In one quick motion I unbuckled his belt, undid the button to his pants, slipped my hand into his trousers stroking his hardening cock. Not only had I not had a client in a year, I hadn't been with a man since either. I was wet with anticipation.

We laid back on the bed. I took off his shirt. He had the type of body I'd like to lean my head on forever. He was hairless, smooth and all muscles. My fingertips tiptoed across his torso and he responded with a tickled smile. He seemed to enjoy my soft hands caressing his chest. I noticed his wedding ring when I took my hand his and started to kiss his fingers. I was surprised I hadn't noticed it before. My eyes lingered on the band more than they should have.

"I'm married," he admitted. There a flicker of sadness in his eyes.

"Your secrets are safe with me," I said really not knowing what to say. I just wanted him to know I wasn't judging him.

Jeff was very typical in that respect. Many clients I had were married, but attention starved, and trying to recoup the deficit through a lady of the night.

"It not that I don't love my wife," he said. "It's just that...we hardly have sex any more."

I patiently listened as he told me the history of his marriage. A lot married guys seemed to demonize their wives once I find out they're married. I suspect it was their way of relieving their guilt. Jeff didn't say anything bad about his wife, but more about how they'd lost touch with each other. His story was sad, almost tragic.

"We're like to zombies living in the same space, but that's it," ending his story with a feeling of guilt and regret. He was clearly into his wife, but seemed resigned to the fact that his marriage was dead. I tried not to think about that his seeing a hooker probably wouldn't help him in that respect.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said inadequately with a touch of sadness. I always empathized with my clients. I held him close and kissed him fiercely.

His hands gently stroked my hair, my face. I sighed as he kissed my neck. I lay back and he undressed me. He had trouble removing my dress, so I stood up and slipped out of it as elegantly as I could. I stepped out of my heels and crawled onto the bed naked. I immediately went for his pants and pulled them off of him along with is boxers. I couldn't wait to get a hold of his cock.

His member was nice and large, one of the biggest I'd seen. He leaned his head back with a pillow on the wall. His body was relaxed and stretched out on the bed. In a folded-knee position, I settled between his legs he held widely spread. His eyes were on my face; mine on his cock. It was so huge, soda-can thick. I began to wonder if I'd get that thing inside me.

"Your hair is nice and soft," he exclaimed.

My hair was longer than usual, half-way done my back instead of its normal shoulder-length. I brushed my hair along his crotch and tickled his balls. He liked the sensation and kept smiling at me. I bowed down and embraced his waist like a trunk of a tree leaning my face against his hard abs. I sensually directed my breathing toward his belly button.

"You're so beautiful," he said stroking my hair.

I accidentally glanced toward the alarm clock on the night-stand, its big red numerals glowing at me. I immediately chastised myself for it. A working girl never wants to be known as a clock-watcher. He appeared not to notice. We had already been together for close to forty minutes, the session was supposed to be over soon. I made myself forget about the time and just have fun. Jeff was hot. When he'd first opened the door to his room earlier and I had seen him for the first time, I felt I should pay him for inviting me to his room. He was that attractive. What a great way to make a come back. 

I sat up and pulled my hair back with a tie I kept on my wrist. I looked at him and our eyes locked. Apparently, I hadn't lost the art of begging with just my pleading eyes. His cock moved and wanted to get up. Jeff was very hung.

I kneeled on the bed next to him massaging his inner thigh and running my fingers lightly along his torso making him squirm when it tickled. I could see his massive cock with its well-defined veins pulsating. I held it in my hand. I had the urge to pull out a ruler and measure it. 

I bent down kissing his inner thighs and moving up his stomach towards his neck stopping for noisy, wet, sensual kisses on his erogenous zones. I took my time wetting, licking and playing with his nipples making squirm once again. A short while later I moved up to his neck. He smelled so good. He moved down from his leaning position and pulled me up a bit more. My breasts were softly resting on his chest, and his lips captured mine.

I know a lot of working girls don't kiss their clients, but I've really never understood why unless the guy had bad breath or something. Jeff was hot and his affection, though temporary and imagined seemed real to me. I went with the flow. We changed positions and he was now on top of me. He kissed me like we would never see each other again. He paused only to breathe.

He got up and sat down on the bed. He placed my head on his lap, held my nape up, and kissed me with my hair flowing down. It was sweet, hot, romantic, but very uncomfortable. I felt like he'd forgotten that I'm a hooker, and sometimes, I did forget too that he was my John.

"No one's kissed me like that before," I told him truthfully as we caught our breathe.

Jeff kissed me again from my forehead to my lips, then down to my neck and to my breasts. My God! If felt wonderful. His thick lips playfully pressed and twisted my nipples. I felt myself become really wet. There was no way I could have faked my orgasm. He nibbled on my hardened nipples left and right. I was not afraid of his teeth. His gentle bite was incredibly sensual. He cupped my breasts with his large, strong hands, and voraciously sucked them with his wet lips moving up and down. I could hear his hungry, busy mouth. My chest was shiny with Jeff's saliva. I started giggle profusely as he played with me. I didn't know why I got into a sudden laughing fit, but I didn't want to ruin the mood.

I pushed him over onto his back and with the idea silencing my giggling by going down on him. I focused my mind on the task. It had been a while and he was so large I needed to concentrate on what I was doing or might scrape him with my teeth or something. Besides I want to give him an unforgettable blowjob that would make him remember and call me again for more.

I made myself relax forcing myself to breathe in and out at a slower pace. I started by licking his balls. His breathing was long and deep. I rolled and wiggled my tongue like a snake sensing his prey. I wet-kissed his balls like they were his lips. His body was contracting and quivering. His legs were fully extended and I rubbed my hands along his inner thighs. As I continued his legs became stiffer and I figured he was enjoying my introductory blowjob skills.

I looked up watching him, observing his pleasure, and getting off on my ability to thicken his erection. I ran my tongue from his balls to his shaft in linear motion back and forth, and in between sucked him with my oral vacuum technique. I licked his balls aggressively to get the spit I need for coupe de grace - the real deep throat.

"Oh God!" I heard him moan as our eyes made contact.

I held his cock with both hands, one on top of the other. I couldn't believe there was still an inch or more protruding from the top. He was very long and thick. He was testing my mettle. I felt like I had to prove I was still a pro. I needed to loosen up more and relax my gag reflex. I controlled my breathing and thought of nothing else but getting his cock into my mouth. 

With my eyes closed and my hands still gripping his cock I gently kissed the tip of his shaft. I thought of a Zen saying, "there is something in nothing and nothing in something," conditioning myself that his cock wasn't that huge and my throat was made for his cock. I was ready.

My left hand massaged his balls while my right jerked his cock. My saliva was enough to lube Jeff's cock down to my throat. I jerked him off while my head went up and down. His deep moans made me wilder, totally turning me on. I stroked in time with motion of my head. My throat was starting to relax and I took my time letting it open up.

Jeff's cock felt like a smooth, oversized plantain sliding effortlessly in and out of my mouth and my throat. The expression on his face was one of near orgasm. Between deep, struggling breathes, he would utter phrases containing the word "God" like he was in a confessional. He moaned and sighed as I increased the pace. My throat was starting to accept his cock. I blew and wiggled my tongue on the ridge underneath his shaft. He loved it. I gently used my teeth to scratch the side of his cock. The pauses in his breathing and his body squirming underneath me were so erotic. I jerked and blew him at the same time in rhythm. His breathing continued to get deeper and his sighs longer.

I felt his hands against my jaw, gently pulling. "I don't want to come like this," I heard him say as he tried to catch his breathe. I reluctantly disengaged my mouth from his engorged shaft. I was a little disappointed only because I really wanted him to cum in my mouth. 

He had to take a few moments to gather himself before he gestured for me to lie down. He climbed on top of me kissing my mouth then moving down to my neck, my breasts and along my stomach. His hands were all over me as he licked and nibbled my inner thighs teasing me into frenzy. I kept lifting my hips upwards wanting him to taste me. I moaned loudly when his mouth finally found its way to my sex. 

"Oh God Jeff, your tongue is so fucking hot!" I moaned.

My sex was in the grasp of his mouth with his tongue slowly stroking my clit back and forth. I ran my fingers through his soft black hair grabbing the back of his head making his mouth stay affixed to my sex. My breathing got heavier and I got more and more excited.

My hips jerked and I had to release Jeff's head to grab onto the sheets as I felt the first wave of an orgasm swelling between my legs. He suddenly increased the pressure of his mouth against my shaved cunt and I moaned loudly idly wondering if any guests in the nearby rooms will complain about the noise.

I felt like I could barely hang on to the bed as my climax hit me with its full-force. It was like a tight little ball exploding through my insides moving outward. Pleasure consumed every part of my body as my hips bucked up and down uncontrollably. I almost felt guilty that he was paying for me for this.

I finally come down off my high gently pushing Jeff away from my sex when I became too sensitive. He kissed my inner thighs and told me I was beautiful.

"Thank you baby," I say looking down at him still between my legs.

Eventually, I pulled him up giving him a big kiss on the lips, tasting my juices, feeling satiated. We continued to kiss passionately and I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh. I pushed him over onto his back and rolled on a condom. Then I mounted him and immediately rode him hard. I was surprised how easily he'd entered me with his large size. The feeling was intense. It had been too long. His fullness inside me was intoxicating. I hadn't been as satiated as I thought.

Before too long he turned me over into the missionary position; our tongues danced as he made love to me. The feeling of his soft, warm flesh against mine was delicious as my hands explored every bit of his skin as they could.

"Oh God! This feels so good," he breathed. "I wish I could feel what it's like to be inside bare..."

The unfinished question hung in the air a little longer then it should have. 

"Please," he begged.

I didn't want to disappoint him.

"Go ahead," I finally whispered.

He reached down and slipped off the condom. I watched it land on the floor. I moaned along with him and as he entered me again without a barrier between us. He bucked faster kissing me hard. The noises of pleasure increased, our bodies moved as one. His mouth left mine, returning to my neck. My Keigal muscles milked his rigid cock as it worked its way slowly in and out of me. It was as it was meant to be, his bare cock engulfed in my wanting cunt. My moans became more passionate as his body crushed against mine. I lightly raked my nails down his back as he continued fuck me. His teeth caught the flesh of my neck, the sting just enough to heighten my pleasure. He groaned as my body reacted, my muscles clenching him. 

I thought he would lose it, but not yet. He turned me over, moving to doggie, and entered me from behind. My breathing became frenzied as pounded me for all he was worth. The bed banged loudly against the wall and I could feel my flesh bouncing back and forth under his onslaught. It was all I could do to hang on to the bed sheets. My body began to shake uncontrollably as I found myself in the grips of yet another orgasm. His hands on my hips gripped tighter as he pulled me onto him over and over again at a relentless pace. I was lost in wave after wave of pleasure.

Jeff was grunted loudly in my hear and I thought he was about to lose control when he suddenly pulled out of me. We turned over again, this time on my back with my ankles over his shoulders. He thrust deep into me and the pleasure built up once more. My nails dug into his flesh as my body writhed beneath him. He looked down into my eyes as another orgasm blossomed. My soft panting turned into loud moans as I stared back at him. My mind clouded with pleasure, I gave in. I wanted his essence combined with my own. The danger of the act only heightened my desire.

"Cum inside me," I breathed. It was more than he could take. 

Jeff's pace quickened momentarily, then his legs went hard and stiff. He slammed his hips into me and moaned loudly as he started to cum. I trembled as he flooded me with his seed. My legs fell off his shoulders and he collapsed on top of me as we rode out the intense waves of pleasure. We laid there for a long time in a sweaty heap catching our breathe.




Back in the Saddle



After we finally calmed down, he raised up all smile. His fingers brushed over my cheek as we gazed into each other's eyes. The possible consequences of what we'd done briefly flashed in my mind, but I quickly brushed it aside. I didn't want it to ruin the post-sex euphoria. 

A short time later he watched me dress while he lay naked on the bed. I kissed him goodbye, grabbed the envelope on the table, and left the room. I felt a delightful soreness as I walked down the hallway. In the hotel's elevator I counted the money. He gave me an extra-hundred dollars. I still had trouble believing I got paid for this, and paid very well. I checked my cell phone. I had two messages waiting. This was my work phone and no one called unless they wanted to pay me for sex. I smiled to myself knowing the night wasn't over yet. I was happy to be back in the saddle again. 



Back in the Saddle



It had been such a long time, and there were so many unknowns. His discovery in her browser was certainly a step in the right direction, but still it was hard to know how to let her know that he wanted nothing more than her, and her alone. The last gin-fuelled fumble still weighed heavy on his mind and he knew that trust was an issue. Unsure of where to begin and lacking the confidence to start a difficult conversation, he sat down at the keyboard and began to type. Perhaps at some point his fiction may become a reality.

Lying on the sofa with the soft, brown blanket covering her legs, she smiled as he returned from his weekly football game, "Hi darling, how did it go?" she asked. 

"Great," he replied, "it was a fast game and a good workout this week."

Despite him having showered, the gentle musk of his body filled her as he leaned in for a gentle kiss. "All quiet this evening?" he asked.

"For now," she replied. 

He noticed a small flicker in her eye, some minute sign that more was going on than he could see.

"I need a hug," she exclaimed, pouted lip extended to almost Francophone proportions. 

He obliged, feeling her warm arms wrap around him, hands tousling the neckline of his hair. As he pulled back, she guided his lips to hers with a gentle pressure on the back of his neck. They touched. Gently at first, the light intimate kisses that they had shared less frequently recently, yet her grip didn't loosen as usual. Slowly the passion built as he breathed her beautiful scent deeply, the pace of the kiss growing. Her fingers gently caressed his neck, ear and then shoulder. The passion building with each breath. Her tongue chased gently into his mouth, coaxing more back from him in return. He took her firmly behind her head, pulling her into him, drinking from the kiss like a man returning from the desert. She gentle pushed on his shoulder and he pulled back.

"Wow," he exhaled. 

She smiled naughtily and pulled back the blanket, revealing her curvy naked body, nipples erect at the centre of bright pink areolas capping beautiful round white breasts, iridescent against the purple of her open shirt. She was a breath-taking sight, he felt his penis swelling in his trousers, responding to his longing and this unexpected sexual reawakening.

"What do you want?" he queried, still wary that his need to be inside her was not guaranteed. 

"I want you inside me," she replied, "but not yet. First you're going to have to work for it."

She lifted her knees and revealed the soft pink flesh of her pussy, a delicate mound, light coloured hair and a glisten of wetness gathering on the outside. He knew what she wanted first and knelt down in front of her. Working his way from her toes, he gently kissed every millimetre of skin, savouring the softness of her milky calves. As he reached her knee, the perfect scent of her sent his manhood into a frenzy, throbbing wildly, threatening to burst from his trousers at any moment. Upward he travelled, still kissing, caressing, enjoying every second as if suddenly released from a life sentence.

And soon he reached it. Parting the lips with his tongue, he licked vertically upward, flicking her clit as he passed. She gasped. 

"Do that again!" she commanded. 

He leaned closer, steadying himself and flicked her clit again with his tongue. Her body shuddered, responding to the moment and the stimulation. Three more flicks and she reached down, pushing his face deep into her soft pussy. He lapped voraciously as the sweet juice flowed, bringing her to the edge by licking her clit and then moving down to her hole, probing it deeply with his long tongue. Again she firmly guided him back where she needed him and he wrapped his tongue around the swelling clit, moving it from side to side then diving down to taste more of the delicious juice. She lay back, panting slowly as the sensation inside her grew. He felt it coming, the tense lips giving way to a light throbbing, wetter and warmer, her hips moving, thrusting the clit in time with him. And then it was upon her, arcing her back in pure pleasure, radiating from her engorged pussy in waves through her body, rippling through her expectant body. Slowly her breathing steadied as the orgasm faded and he took a mouthful of the sweet, sweet juices. She shuddered once more.

"I need to be inside you," he begged. 

"No," she replied, "it's too soon. I want to do more." 

She rallied herself and sat up. "Stand up," she ordered. 

Naturally he responded. She admired the throbbing bulge in his trousers and reached to release it. With a swift pull she dropped his sports trousers to the floor and then teased the waist of his boxers away from his flesh. The pink tip of his excited penis appeared at the opening, single eye opening and closing slightly as blood coursed through his swollen cock. Unable to resist, she released it, pulling him forwards into her mouth and sucking hard, wrapping her tongue around the sides, teasing, teasing. She didn't take him deep, just enough to cover his deep pink head and allow her tongue to flick underneath it. The sensation he felt was beyond words, her mouth pulling at his head with every movement, excitement building, building. He held his breath trying to keep the moment from arriving, but could do nothing as the cum rocketed from deep in his loins and the ecstasy coursed through his body. She held him firm by the hips and swallow hard, licking delicately round the eye of his penis, tasting the last drop of his cum, smiling broadly at his happiness. 

He was utterly speechless. He'd dreamed long and hard about this moment, picturing it every time he pleasured himself, and it seemed too that she now wanted the same thing. "Now," she said, and he obeyed. 

Pushing her gently back against the couch, he leaned in and guided his shaft towards her. Reaching down he slowly parted her wet pussy lips and pressed against the opening. "Now!" she commanded and he guided it along the tight but well lubricated hole. 

It was truly amazing, he felt his world let go as her warmth enveloped him. She reached for his shoulder and pulled him closer, driving him right to the very extent of her, swallowing every inch that he had to offer. He kissed her, tenderly at first, passion building as they fucked. He pulled out until only the very tip of his penis was between her lips and then drove the length deep inside her in a single, swift movement. She groaned in ecstasy, grinding her hips backwards and forwards against him, massaging the entire length of her tender pussy. Again he pulled out and back in, this time more slowly. 

She released a gasp, surprised by the reaction of her own body, "Faster," she commanded, "I need you to fuck me faster." 

He responded immediately, grasping her shoulders and driving himself quickly and deeply into her. With each thrust he felt her pussy throb in time to his movements, the imminent release building inside them both. He kissed her deeply, all the time moving himself in time with her until she could hold back no more. Her body contorted, now no longer grinding, but throbbing with pure energy as the orgasm took hold. She let go a primeval moan from deep with her and this pushed him over the edge. He felt the cum explode from his dick and fill her. The sensation burned across him, his mind blinded by the agony and ecstasy of a relief he could not achieve without her. 

He leaned in and kissed her gently, caressing her naked body. Every stroke of his hand sent shivers through her, her eyes flickering with every touch. Their bodies pressed firmly together in a loving embrace, she looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes and smiled. "Thank you," she said, "We've needed to do that for a while."



Back in the Saddle



It was two-thirty in the afternoon when John Birch's bleary eyes watched the brown Cadillac pull into his driveway and park where his wife Kathy use to park her car. Hers was no longer there, nor would it ever be again. What was left of it was sitting in old man Sprietzer's wrecking yard where it had been for the last seven and a half months. Kathy had been broadsided by a semi on her way home from work one evening killing her instantly. Her parents had flown in from upper Manhattan for the closed casket funeral but his own mother wasn't able to make it due to a bad case of the flu. She did tell him she'd try and make it out soon but he told her not to worry about it. Even though she couldn't come out they did talk on the phone for hours at a time over the next few months. Donald Cutter, Kathy's dad, had business overseas that required his presence so they hadn't stayed long. Helen Cutter had told him that she'd try and come spend a few days with him just to make sure he was okay. Since he hadn't heard anything from her he'd completely forgotten about what she'd said. But true to her word he watched as she stepped out of the car, stretched and gave the rambling four-bedroom house a measured look. She hadn't shown up empty-handed either; she'd apparently swung through Illinois and brought his mother Madison, she preferred Madi, with her. 

During the eight years he and Kathy had been married Helen and Madison had met on several occasions, usually around the holidays. Although it appeared as if the two women got along well John sensed an uneasy friendship between them from the very beginning. To him it felt more like they were rivals. It was immediate to all that with a small stretch of the imagination the two women could easily pass as sisters. Both women were tall; standing about five-ten, and neither weighed more than one thirty-five or so. They each had baby-blue eyes and shoulder length hair; Madison's was the same bottle blonde color as Kathy's while Helen was a brunette. The two women also had fairly large breasts, long toned legs that went on forever and shapely round butts that could make any man's tongue wag. At fifty-three Madison was a year older than Helen. 

He had met Kathy while in college at Stanford where she was studying political science while he pursued a degree in architectural design. One of the reasons he'd been attracted to her in the first place was because she looked so much like his mom had at that age. Once he got to know her he fell in love and the rest was history. From the first time their families had seen Madison and Kathy together there had been whispered jokes among them how John had subconsciously married his mother. They weren't funny jokes but they did have a certain ring of truth to them, at least for him they did. John had always been attracted to his mother. 

Aside from their physical resemblance however Madison and Helen were total opposites. Where Madison was quiet and introverted, Helen on the other hand was boisterous and flirtatious. She reveled in making people, especially men, uncomfortable around her just to see what kind of reaction she could get. On several occasions she'd plopped herself down on John's lap in plain view of her husband and asked him if she were too heavy. As soon as his face turned beet-red she'd leap up and laugh. Mr. Cutter seemed to get a kick out of her antics. 

Sluggishly he rose from the comfort of his overstuffed recliner, and after almost tripping over the empty bottle of Jose Cuervo on the floor he made his way to the front door. The fact that he was dressed in just a pair of boxers didn't register until he'd swung open the door and saw the amused look on his former mothers face. His mother didn't appear to be quite as amused. 

Madison stood there appraising her son. She wasn't happy at what she saw. His brown hair was unkempt, his blue eyes blood-shot and the curly hairs that covered his broad chest looked sort of matted. The boxers he was wearing didn't appear to be too fresh either. Stepping into him she whispered her condolences while fighting against the nausea that crept over her. She could smell the sweat and alcohol oozing out of his pores. She held the hug as long as possible before backing away and sucking in some fresh air. Apparently Helen didn't have a problem with bad smells, she threw her arms around John's neck and plastered her body against his. Madison was a little shocked as Helen's already short skirt rode up revealing most of her ass to the world. The black thong she was wearing left her tanned cheeks out in the open. Madison turned her head away from the spectacle afraid she'd tell Helen to get her mitts off her son. 

John saw Helen's breasts bounce under her blue silk blouse as she rushed forward and crushed herself to him. When she did he felt her tits mash into his chest and he also noticed that her pelvis was pushing inward against his crotch. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The four inch black heels she was wearing put her on an even stance with his six-foot two frame and he could feel her nipples scraping against his chest as she hugged herself to him. He knew from past experience that she could be a flirtatious minx, but this was pushing the boundaries even for her. As subtle as he could he put his hands on her hips and gently pushed her away. Her face looked a little flushed and he could see the two points of her nipples pushing the fabric of her silk blouse out. For some ungodly reason John felt his cock start to expand in his boxers. What he didn't know was that his mother had seen the bulge too. 

"John, uh, why don't you put some pants on and bring our bags in for us," Madison said as she stepped past him into the cluttered front room. 

Helen followed, but as she stepped past him she "accidentally" let the back of her hand slide across the front of his boxers. A small wicked smile spread across her lips when she felt his dick twitch. 

John and Kathy had purchased the house for a song; the previous owners had fallen on hard times and accepted the first offer they received. Two of the bedrooms were in the process of being remodeled, and had been since before Kathy's death. Since John's room had a separate bath he told the women they could share it and he'd stay in the one down the hall. After moving his clothes into the other room he took a shower while they settled in. 

Freshly shaved and dressed in clean clothes he almost felt human again as he went into the front room. Madison was busy tidying up the place while Helen sat on the sofa drinking what looked like a screwdriver. Well, so much for my vodka he mused as he took a seat in his recliner. He felt a stirring in his groin when Helen uncrossed her shapely legs and leaned forward on the sofa. For the briefest of moments he had an excellent view up her skirt and between her toned bronze thighs as she moved. 

"You know John, I've never been able to figure out why you and Kathy bought this place. What is it, twenty miles to town?" Helen asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief when she saw where his eyes were looking. 

"It's eight miles actually," he mumbled, his eyes straining to get another peek up her skirt. 

"Oh, well that's nice. Madi dear, would you like some help?" she asked in a condescending voice while watching him as she slowly opened her legs a fraction. 

"I could use some help," Madison replied noncommittally. 

Leaning back on the sofa and recrossing her legs Helen said, "John, be a dear and help your mother." 

While they straightened up the front room Helen went into the kitchen to see what kind of food John had on stock. There was one good thing about Helen; she was an excellent cook. After going through the fridge and the pantry she came to the conclusion that some one was going to have to go to the store. She knew exactly whom she would send. Scribbling down a list of items on a piece of paper she found near the wall phone she went out and took several bills from her wallet. Madison was flabbergasted when Helen handed her the money, the list and her car keys then asked if she minded going into town. 

"Since you've been here before and know where the stores are, I'll keep John company while you're gone," Helen said, picking up her drink and heading for the kitchen to refill it without waiting for an answer. 

Madison fumed all the way to town. She thought about not getting some of the items on the list, especially the tequila and vodka, but knew that would only create a situation with that pretentious bitch. Better to keep the peace than stir the pot.  

John knew his mom was pissed. Hell, a blind man would've been able to see that. But apparently Helen couldn't, or wouldn't. For thirty minutes he sat there listening to her ramble on about how good it was to see him again, and how good things were going for her husband and her. She managed to throw in a few mournful "I miss my daughter" remarks while letting him have longer looks up her skirt. By the time she said she was going to freshen up he had the beginnings of a hard-on. He watched her ass sway provocatively as she strutted down the hallway, throwing him one last look over her shoulder before disappearing into the master bedroom. He didn't hear the door close behind her. 

Stripping out of her clothes Helen went into the bathroom leaving the door wide open and turned on the shower. While waiting for the water to warm she ran a finger gently through the slit of her bald pussy while thinking about her son's eyes gazing lustfully up her skirt. She wasn't surprised by how wet she was. She'd always envied her daughters luck in finding a man like John. Tall, well muscled, good looking, and well hung judging by the feel she had when she'd brushed against his boxers. Whether he was hung or not was something she planned to find out. Stepping into the shower she rapidly lathered up before opening the shower door and calling out to John. 

"John, I need your help." 

At first he didn't hear her, he was too immersed in thought about the creaminess of her inner thighs to hear anything other than the beat of his own heart thumping in his chest. When she called out again he snapped out of his daze and went to see what was wrong. As he reached the open doorway he glanced inside and didn't see her anywhere in the bedroom. 

"I'm in here," Helen called out. 

Turning toward the sound of her voice he noticed the bathroom door was wide open and he could hear the shower going. Hesitantly he stepped over to it and peeked inside. Helen was holding the fogged glass door to the shower open just enough for her to stick her head out. He could make out her silhouette through the glass. 

"What's wrong Helen?" he asked, his voice breaking as she leaned her body up against the glass. 

"I don't have anything to scrub my back with. Would you be a dear and wash it for me?" 

"I really don't think that's a good idea," he stammered, his cock growing in his pants. 

"You don't have to get in with me silly, I'll leave the door cracked and you can reach around it and soap up my back," she laughed. 

"Uh...okay, I guess that would work," he replied stepping up to the shower door and taking the soapy washcloth she was holding out. 

Awkwardly he reached around the door and felt her back up into his hand. Slowly he began running the cloth over her back starting at her shoulders and working his way down. When he reached the small of her back he lost his grip on the slippery washcloth and dropped it on the shower floor. The palm of his hand slid over her soapy skin and his cock reacted positively to the feel of her slick flesh. 

"Whoops, dropped something. I'll get it," she giggled and bent over to pick up the cloth. 

When she bent over the movement caused John's hand to slide lower. It traveled down across one cheek, the tips of his fingers gliding through the crack of her ass until they were nestled against her slit. 

"Well hello sailor," Helen chirped happily, pushing her cunt back against his fingertips. 

"God Helen, I'm sorry," he stammered, swiftly yanking his hand back. 

"That's okay sweetie," she replied, standing and pushing the door all the way open. 

His jaw dropped as she stood there totally naked in front of him, soapy water running down her body in tiny streams. He gazed in astonishment at the stiff pink nipples sitting on her overly firm breasts, and the spattering of freckles that adorned her chest. It was obvious she had implants, and equally obvious that whomever had done the work had done a very good job. As his eyes went lower he took in her flat smooth tummy before reaching her shaved mound. He could just make out her clit peeking out at the top of her slit. 

Smiling Helen reached down and placed her wet hand over the bulge in his pants then said, "Oh my, did I cause this?" 

"What the hell Helen..." he started just as the blaring of a horn came from the driveway out front. 

Madison pulled into the driveway and laid on the horn. She'd be damned if she was going to lug everything into the house by herself. Hitting the automatic trunk release she climbed out of the car just in time to see her son coming out of the house. She noticed the strained look on his face, but what really caught her eye was the large wet spot at the crotch of his khaki trousers. 

"Spill something on your pants?" she casually asked as they removed the bags from the trunk. 

"Yeah," he stumbled. 

She knew he was lying but didn't press the issue. They carried everything into the kitchen and began putting it away. When she pulled out the bottle of tequila John took it and set it off to the side near the sink. The look in his eyes told her that he was fighting the urge to open the bottle and have some right then and there. Before she could say anything to him about his drinking Helen walked in dressed in a white halter-top and a pair of black shorts that left half her cheeks hanging out. She had a towel wrapped around her head. Well, that explains the wet spot on John's pants she quietly seethed. Another thing that didn't go unnoticed was how Helen's nipples showed through the material when she turned a certain way. 

"So John, is the pool safe to use?" Helen asked, raising her hands up to adjust the towel. 

"I should probably skim it first," he replied, his eyes glued to the twin points on her chest. 

"Fantastic, maybe you'd be a sweetie and get that done while I start dinner. Nothing like a cool drink and a dip in the pool after dinner to help relax a person," Helen cooed, stepping up to John and gently placing her hand on his chest. 

"Actually, you should wait a spell before swimming after you eat," Madison tossed out snidely. 

"That's what the cool drink is for," Helen returned, casually letting her hand slide off John's chest without even glancing in Madison's direction. 

"John honey, I'm going to take a shower and cool off. This southern California heat is for the birds," Madison said before shooting daggers at Helen and storming off. 

"Okaaay," Helen remarked then turned to John. "You too big boy, scat, go take care of that pool while I fix you a home cooked meal." 

The meal turned out to be Teriyaki Salmon with zucchini and scallions, and it was way beyond delicious. Helen apologized for not having any sesame seeds for it but no one was complaining. After they finished John had the women leave the kitchen while he cleaned up. Helen asked about the pool then squealed with delight when he said it was ready for action. Saying she was going to put on her swimsuit she sashayed out of the room with an exaggerated sway in her hips. Madison stayed behind and helped despite his protests. 

"You doing alright kiddo?" she asked taking the rinsed plate he was holding and putting it into the dishwasher. 

"Yeah Mom, I'm fine." 

"Any plans to get back to work? Maybe start getting back into the swing of things." 

"Actually Mom, between the settlement from the trucking company and what Dan offered for my half of the firm, I'm pretty well set financially." 

"You're selling your share of the company?" Madison asked surprised, turning to look at her son. 

John had started an architectural firm with his old friend from school Dan Marlowe. After a slow start they garnered a job for a well-known movie mogul that loved their design for his new mansion. When word of his praise spread through the Hollywood crowd they became the go to guys among the rich and beautiful. In the span of just three years their firm had become worth millions. The offer that Dan had made John was quite substantial. 

"It's for the best. My mind seems to refuse to think about designing anything anyway." 

"Then maybe you should put your mind on other things. Perhaps getting back into the dating scene," she threw out. 

"I don't know Mom, I'm still pretty tore up about losing Kathy," he replied softly, a mist building up in his eyes. 

"I know baby, I know," she whispered soothingly, gently rubbing his back before taking the plate from his hand and placing it in the dishwasher. 

After everything was done they headed back into the front room hand in hand just as Helen emerged from the bedroom. What she was wearing caused Madison to gasp, and had John's jaw hanging open. The dark blue bikini she had on left almost nothing to the imagination. Two tiny triangles of fabric connected by braided strings that tied at the back and around the neck passed for the top and barely covered her nipples while the patch of fabric passing itself off as the bottoms just managed to hide her mound from view. When she spun around to give them the full effect her firm bronzed ass cheeks were clearly on display. 

Madison felt a stab of envy as she gazed in shocked wonder at Helen's lean, toned figure. It was clear to her that there wasn't a spot on Helen's body that wasn't tanned; how could there be since she was practically naked. Turning she saw the stunned look on John's face, but she also saw something else, the look of lust shone brightly in his pale blue eyes. 

"You are going to join us for a dip aren't you Madi?" Helen cooed, letting her eyes glance briefly at John's crotch. 

"I...uh...don't think so," she replied softly. 

"Come on Mom, it'll be fun," John encouraged never taking his eyes from Helen. 

"But John, sweetie, I didn't bring a suit with me." 

"That's no problem Madi, we're about the same size, you can wear one of mine. I always carry more than one when I travel," Helen chimed in. 

Laughing almost hysterically Madison said, "I don't think so. It'll be a cold day in hell before anyone sees me in something like that." 

John turned and placed a hand on his mother's shoulder then said, "Kathy's stuff is still in the bedroom. I'm pretty sure one of her suits will fit you Mom." 

"Come on Madi, I'll help you find something," Helen assured her as she took her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. 

Reluctantly Madison allowed herself to be hauled into the bedroom where Helen immediately started going through the closet and the dresser drawers. It wasn't long before she let out a squeak of triumph. Pulling some articles from one of the drawers she turned to Madison holding up a one-piece swimsuit. It was white with wide tan stripes running vertically up and down the front and back of it with thin shoulder straps that criss-crossed in the back. 

"Oh this is darling, here Madi, try this one on," Helen said handing the suit to Madison. 

With a bit of trepidation Madison took the suit and went into the bathroom to change. Once undressed she stepped into the leg openings of the suit and pulled it up noting that it was a little snugger than she would have preferred. After adjusting the shoulder straps she picked up a hair tie from the stack on the counter near the sink and put her hair in a ponytail. Appraising herself in the mirror above the sink she wasn't too happy with how low cut the top of the suit was; her breasts were pushed together and up almost spilling out the top of it. Another thing that bothered her was how the outer leg openings rode high on her hips pulling the crotch tightly into her causing it to dig into the cleft of her pussy making the lips look puffy and swollen. Pulling the fabric out and away from her mound she absently tucked in the stray black pubic hairs that were sticking out. Turning she checked the rear of the suit and saw that half her ass cheeks were uncovered as well. Unlike Helen's toned bronzed ones hers were soft and pasty white. God, there's no way I'm going to wear this in front of my son she thought, tugging the bottom of the suit out to cover as much of her butt as possible. Hesitantly she stepped back out into the bedroom expecting Helen to bust out laughing or something. 




Back in the Saddle



"Wow, Madi, you look great in that!" Helen exclaimed happily. 

"I don't know, I feel like I'm spilling out all over," she complained, trying to stuff more of her tits back into the top unsuccessfully. 

"It's suppose to look that way silly," Helen chuckled. 

"Then why do I feel like the Pillsbury dough girl? Why can't I look more like you instead of a loaf of uncooked bread?" 

"Oh sweetie, if it weren't for the money I've spent making myself look this way, I'd look just like you, only with a lot smaller tits," Helen said. 

"I don't understand," Madison replied, unsure what Helen meant by smaller tits. 

"Honey, I've spent thousands on gym memberships, personal trainers... and these," she pushed her boobs up to emphasize her point, "These beauties cost five grand apiece, money well spent according to Don." 

"They're fake?" Madison coughed. 

"I like to refer to them as being optimized. It's hard enough for a woman my age to bag a guy who doesn't need a little blue pill to get it up, without using some tricks. Now, enough about me, let's go have some fun. I think your son will sprout a woody when he gets a look at you in this swimsuit. I already have, and I don't even have a dick." 

"Helen! That's my son you're talking about. I...I...don't want him sprouting anything because of me." 

"Oh relax Madi," Helen chuckled, the flustered look on Madi's face was priceless. "He's a virile young man, just because he's your son doesn't mean you can't take it as a compliment if he gets aroused." 

Helen had to practically drag Madison from the bedroom only to find the front room empty. Sounds coming from the back near the pool told them where John was. When Helen started heading that way she noticed Madison hadn't followed. Turning she saw her standing in the same spot she'd been in with a frown etched on her brow. Stepping back over to her Helen placed her arm around Madison's waist and gently steered her to the patio doors. 

"Trust me sweetie, John is gonna love you in this suit." 

"I'm not so sure of that," Madison hedged. 

"You look fantastic honey, so stop dawdling and get your fine ass out there," Helen commanded, giving her a gentle pat on the butt. 

John was hovering over a serving cart fixing drinks for everyone when he noticed them come through the glass door leading out to the pool area. Helen led the way but when she stepped aside and he got his first glimpse of his mother he almost dropped the bottle of vodka he was holding. For the briefest of moments he thought he was looking at his late wife. The swimsuit his mom was wearing was one of Kathy's favorites; only she'd never filled it out quite like his mother was doing right now. Blood rushed to his cock instantly creating a tent in the front of his baggy beige swim trunks that didn't go unnoticed by either woman. Quickly recovering he turned his attention back to mixing up a batch of screwdrivers telling them to have a seat while his heart pounded in his chest. 

Helen glanced back and shot Madison a knowing smile. A flush appeared on Madison's face as her eyes locked onto her son's bulge. "God, he must be huge" she thought, swiftly becoming disgusted that she would even think something like that about her own son. Her heart beat faster and her breathing became erratic before she was able to tear her eyes off the front of his trunks. Following Helen over to a group of chaise lounges she took a seat and waited for John to bring their drinks. 

With his hands trembling slightly he carried two tall glasses over, handing Helen hers first, before going and standing in front of his mother. Holding out her glass he couldn't take his eyes off the soft white tops of her breasts overflowing out of the swimsuit. 

"John, honey?" Madison said softly. 

"Yeah Mom?" he mumbled back, his eyes never wavering from her chest. 

"My eyes are up here sweetie," she replied, unable to prevent her nipples from stiffening as her son's eyes devoured her exposed flesh. 

"Oh, sorry Mom," he stammered slowly backing away. "I think we need more ice." 

Giggling Helen leaned over and whispered, "Told you he'd like it," as they watched him disappear into the house with the half full ice bucket. 

She didn't have to be told the obvious; her son's lust-filled eyes had conveyed that tidbit of knowledge loud and clear. What wasn't so obvious to her was why she'd gotten such a thrill out of having him molest her with his eyes. Her nipples were still painfully stiff and the dampness at her crotch continued to spread. Downing her drink in several large gulps she stood up and walked over to the serving cart. 

"Well I'll be damned! He got you hot just looking at you didn't he?" Helen snickered. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Madison asked shyly, taking her seat, a fresh drink in her trembling hand. 

"Don't play coy with me, if your nipples were any harder they'd pop right off your tits. Admit it, your son just turned you on," Helen continued. 

"That's nonsense," Madison replied weakly. 

"Is it Madi? Let me ask you this. When's the last time you got laid? Can you even remember that far back?" 

"I date...occasionally," she mumbled. 

"I'm not talking about dating, I'm talking about the last time you had your world rocked by a thick hard cock. I'm talking about the last time you got fucked so hard it took two days before you could walk normal again. That's what I'm talking about," Helen whispered conspiratorially. 

"My God Helen, you don't have to be so crass," Madison said, then took another healthy gulp of her drink. 

"Listen sweetie, you're not getting any younger. You've got to grab life by the balls and squeeze everything you can out of it." 

"What are you lovely ladies talking about?" John asked as he approached. 

"Oh, just girl talk. You forgot the ice honey," Madison told him, noticing the only thing he'd brought back was the bottle of tequila and a half full glass. 

"Geez," he grumbled. 

"I'll get it," Helen announced, getting up and heading toward the house, her ass swishing back and forth the entire distance. 

"She's something else," Madison said more to herself than to anyone in particular. 

"That she is," John agreed sitting down in Helen's vacant chair and turning to face his mother. "Listen Mom, I want to apologize for how I stared at you earlier. You just look so good in that suit I couldn't help myself." 

"Thank you John, I'm flattered that you think so. But I wish you'd do me a favor and not drink too much, okay?" 

"Don't worry, I won't," he said, tipping the glass and draining the rest of his drink before standing and saying he was going for a swim. 

"Here's the ice," Helen said as she reached the serving cart. "Can I fix you another Madi?" 

Madison glanced down at her empty glass and wondered when she'd finished it. Holding it out she let her mind wander back to her earlier conversation with Helen. When was the last time I had my world rocked she asked herself. Was it before or after her two-timing husband had run off with his nineteen-year-old secretary? It had to have been after, since that had happened almost ten years ago she reasoned. She started to get a little frustrated because she couldn't honestly remember when the last time she'd had an enjoyable sexual experience. There had been a few wham bam thank you ma'ams over the years, but nothing earth shaking. The only orgasms she'd had recently were the ones she'd given herself. 

"Damn girl, you look deep in thought. Anything I can help with?" Helen asked, reclaiming her seat and holding out Madison's drink. 

"No, just trying to remember something is all," she replied, accepting the drink and tipping the glass to her full lips. 

Sipping her drink Madison watched as her son's muscular body glided effortlessly through the water. The stiffness in her nipples was gone, but the dampness at her crotch was a reminder that she'd been aroused by the way her son had looked at her. Unable to shake the image of his bulge from her brain she turned to Helen and asked what she'd meant about bagging guys that didn't need a pill to get it up. 

"You're wondering if I cheat on my husband aren't you?" Helen inquired, her eyes watching John in the pool. 

"Yeah." 

"Technically no. Donald and I have an arrangement. He can bang all the twenty-somethings he wants, and I can do the same. The only rule is we don't tell the other about our conquests." 

"I don't know how you two can do that. Doesn't the sanctity of marriage mean anything anymore?" 

"Don't be such a prude Madi. Donald and I learned a long time ago that with all the times we are apart both of us would need outlets for our sexual needs. So taking a lover now and then seemed like the logical thing for us to do. And I have to tell you Madi, there's nothing like getting boinked silly by a young stud such as your son." 

"My son? You're not saying you plan on ..." Madison hissed. 

"Welllllllll." 

"Helen, you can't! You're related, that would be incest!" 

"Only by marriage not by blood. And since that's no longer the case then there's no harm, no foul. Besides, isn't it about time he got back in the saddle?" 

"Helen, please...not my son," Madison pleaded. 

"Oh don't go getting holier than thou on me Madi. As much as I'd love to take him for a test ride, I don't think I'm the one John has his eyes on anyway," Helen sighed. 

"What are you talking about? Who else would he be thinking about?" Madison asked puzzled. 

"You," Helen replied flatly. 

"That's absurd, you're crazy if you think my son wants to have sex with me," Madison growled. 

"I'm crazy? Really? Well wrap your head around this while I go flirt with your son. Since they were married my daughter has told me that John has called her "Mom" on several occasions while they were making love. What does that tell you?" With that Helen rose and walked over to the pool leaving a stunned Madison staring blankly into space. 

John stood neck deep in water and watched admirably as Helen made her way sensuously to the shallow end and slowly climbed down the stairs until the tiny triangle of fabric covering her mound disappeared under the water. An involuntary groan escaped him when the rest of her slid out of sight. He couldn't deny that she was one hot woman; the swelling in his trunks confirmed that. Gazing downward through the water he could just make out her distorted figure as it reached his legs. Without warning he felt her hands grab his legs and use them to pull herself up. When her hands reached the hem of his trunks one of them slid up the baggy leg hole and found his ball sack, squeezing it gently before releasing it as her head broke the surface. 

"Helen!" he sputtered, staring into her mischievous eyes. 

"Relax John, have a little fun for a change. You could always pay me back you know," she giggled, grabbing his hand and placing it against her mound before he could react. 

"God, what am I gonna do with you?" he said, yanking his hand off her mound and stepping around her heading for the shallow end of the pool. 

"I have a few suggestions," she called out, a tingle coursing through her pussy as she watched his retreating muscular back. 

Stepping out of the pool John walked over to where his mother was fixing herself another drink. His pace slowed to a crawl as he took in the sight of her backside pointed in his direction. Her suit bottom had crept closer to her crack exposing a good deal of pale white cheeks to his gaze. He knew he should be disgusted with the thoughts that were running through his brain, but he wasn't. Instead he briefly stopped and admired the view until she turned and reclaimed her seat. By the time he reached the serving cart his cock had gotten thicker in his trunks. He had a little trouble concentrating as he poured himself a drink before taking a seat on the far side of hers leaving Helen's chair vacant. 

"I'm really glad you're here Mom," John said as he settled back and began to sip his drink. 

"Me too sweetie. Sorry it took so long to visit," she replied, turning toward him and studying his face. 

"That's okay, I wouldn't have been much fun to be around anyway." 

"I understand baby," came her soft reply. 

"What are you two talking about?" Helen asked as she approached. 

"Nothing really," Madison answered, annoyed at being robbed of some quality time with her son. 

Helen fixed a drink and settled into the vacant chair before asking, "So Madi, have you told John what we discussed?" 

Turning to look at them John asked, "What's she talking about Mom?" 

"Oh, nothing dear," Madison replied, shooting a scathing look in Helen's direction. 

"I would hardly call it nothing Madi," Helen retorted. 

"Tell me," John said, his interest piqued. 

"Well honey," Helen began, waving a hand in Madison's direction when she saw her start to interrupt. "Your mother and I were thinking that it's time you got back in the saddle." 

"Back in the saddle? You mean like start dating or something?" John wanted to know. 

"What Helen is trying to say..." Madison started to explain. 

"What I'm saying," Helen interrupted, "Is that you should stop feeling sorry for yourself. It's time you started going out and being around other people. Maybe date someone, do something fun, get laid. Don't waste your life moping around the house like you're doing now." 

"That's my decision to make, not yours," John replied through clenched teeth before standing and heading to the house. 

"That didn't go over too well," Helen said as she watched him duck inside the house. 

"Maybe I should go and see if I can calm him down," Madison stated, starting to rise. 

"No, I'll do it. I'm the one he's upset with," Helen replied jumping to her feet and heading off before Madison could stop her. 

When Helen entered the house John was nowhere in sight. After searching the kitchen and finding it empty she figured he might be in his bedroom. That's where she found him. He was standing in the middle of the room with his back to the open door sipping on a half-full bottle of tequila. Slowly she went up to him and pressed herself against his back, wrapping her arms around his waist and letting her hands settle on his firm abdomen. She felt him tense up as her skin made contact with his shirtless back. 

"I didn't mean to make you mad John. I just want what's best for you," she said softly. 

He felt the smoothness of her skin against his back and the warmth of her hands on his tummy. To his surprise it felt good, very good. His cock was starting to show signs that it liked the feel of her against him also. 

"And you think the best thing for me would be to get laid?" There was no anger in his voice. 

"I know you miss Kathy, we all do. But I also know that she'd want you to get on with your life dear," Helen gently replied as one of her hands inched lower on his stomach. 

Taking a pull from the bottle John asked, "Do you think she'd be okay with her own mother trying to fuck me?" 

"Actually, I think she would like the idea that it was with someone who really cares for you," she cooed, her hand now dipping into the waistband of his trunks. 

"I'm not so sure of that," he whispered, feeling his resistance fading away as she began to place tiny kisses on his shoulders. 

"I am sweetie, trust me," she replied soothingly, her hand now all the way down the front of his trunks. 

John stood there with his eyes closed and surrendered to the warmth of her hand as it finally wrapped around his semi-hard cock. He felt lightheaded as more and more blood flowed into his penis making it rock hard. Softly he leaned back against her feeling the swell of her tits pressing firmly into his back. God it's been so long he thought as the sensation of her hand stroking his shaft sent flutters of joy throughout his being. He hadn't even allowed himself the pleasure of masturbating since Kathy's death. 

My God he is huge thought Helen as she felt his cock expand to its fully aroused size in her hand. The thought of having this beast stuck up inside her filled her with joy as her hand stroked faster along the throbbing shaft. Without thinking about it she took her hand off his cock long enough to use both to pull his trunks down around his knees. With the trunks out of the way she reached back around and captured the hot hard meat of his cock once more in her hand. This time she was able to make longer strokes. As her hand worked his shaft with ever increasing speed, she brought her other hand around till it was on top of her mound, the fingertips pressing against her stiffening clit under her skimpy suit. Deftly she used her fingers to pull the fabric to one side giving her access to the slick, wet folds of her slit. A tiny sigh of relief escaped her lips as two fingers wormed their way up into her flooded tunnel. 

He heard her sigh just before one of his own leapt from his mouth. The grip around his cock tightened and pre-cum began to ooze out freely from the tip. The warmth of her pistoning hand and the feel of her breasts pushing into his back opened the floodgates of his desires. Helen had teased him for years and now he was going to do something about it. This wasn't about love, or anything remotely close to it. This was about lust. Pure, unadulterated lust plain and simple. The sound of the half-full tequila bottle hitting the carpeted floor didn't even register with either of them. Spinning around he stared into her glazed eyes, his burning with desire. 

"You want me to get back in the saddle? I'll show you back in the saddle!" John snarled. 

Before she could answer he bent down and grabbed her roughly by her ass cheeks and lifted her off the floor, his face buried between her breasts as he carried her awkwardly toward the bed. Once next to it he unceremoniously dropped her onto her back with her butt at the edge then spread her legs wide by her knees and slid between them. With her thong already pulled to the side he had no problem stepping between her thighs and placing the head of his throbbing cock against the opening of her sopping pussy. He could see both fear and hunger in her eyes as she stared up into his face. In one forceful lunge he sank his cock into her until his balls were pressing firmly against her ass. Because of her wetness and the pre-cum oozing from his cock there was little resistance. 

"Oh shiiitttttt!" Helen screamed as she felt his cock stretching her pussy out as it sank into the deepest recesses of her cunt. 

For several minutes after Helen had left Madison sat and sipped her drink, disturbing thoughts bouncing endlessly around her brain. Could all the things that Helen had said about her son wanting her, and also calling his wife mom while that made love be true? She didn't think so, but the thought that maybe it was true kept lingering in the back of her mind. Hadn't he stared at her with something more akin to lust than what a son should have? She knew the answer to that was yes; she'd seen it in his eyes. Her nipples grew stiff as she recalled the bulge growing in his pants the longer he had stared at her. And God help me, she rebuked herself, didn't your pussy get wet just from having your son leer at you? She wanted desperately to blame her own arousal on the booze but knew in her heart that she couldn't. The thought that maybe she shouldn't let Helen confront John by herself nagged at her. Setting her glass down she rose and went inside. 

Madison heard Helen scream and fear clutched at her heart as she raced toward the sound. It was coming from John's room. When she reached the threshold of his bedroom her jaw dropped, her hands flew up to her mouth and her mind struggled to register what her eyes were seeing. There before her was John between Helen's wide open legs, his trunks hanging around his ankles, and his ass cheeks clinching with each forceful lunge of his hips. His legs were parted enough for her to see his balls bouncing off Helen's upturned ass. When he pulled back she got a quick glimpse of his thick hard cock covered in a shiny sheen of their fluids. The size of it took her breath away. Before she knew what she was doing one of her hands had slid into the top of her suit and captured a ripe nipple between two fingers while the other one had snaked down over her mound and was applying subtle pressure on her clit through the fabric. Leaning gently against the doorjamb she watched mesmerized as the spectacle before her played out, the pressure on her mound increasing. 




Back in the Saddle



"Is this what you've been wanting Helen?" John growled, slamming into her hot wet cunt savagely. 

"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me you motherfucker!" Helen wailed, trying to push her hips up to meet the battering ram that was filling her pussy so full. 

Placing his hands at the back of her knees he pushed her legs down until they were almost touching her tits. He couldn't deny the effect her pussy was having on his cock. The heat around his shaft was building and he could feel the throbbing increase as he plunged faster and faster into her sopping wetness. Leaning over her he began to take long strokes in and out to prolong the orgasm that was fast approaching. 

Madison watched as her son leaned forward giving her a better view of his cock as it went in and out of Helen's bald pussy. Until now she hadn't realized how long it was. Butterflies began dancing in her stomach as she worked her hand furiously over her mound, her eyes glued to the thick wet muscle that was her son's hard cock. She barely had time to pull her hand away from her tit and clamp it over her mouth to stifle the moan the accompanied her release. Shame washed over her as she felt her orgasm rip through her. When it slowed enough for her to move she fled out of the room and didn't stop until she was back by the pool. Her hands were trembling so hard it took two tries to fix herself a drink. 

"Ohhhh Fuucccckkkkk!" Helen screamed as her cunt clamped around John's cock and released a flood of juice. 

John felt her cum and couldn't hold back any longer. Gritting his teeth he buried his cock into her as far as it would go his spunk erupting from him like a volcano. 

Helen felt his cock twitching with each spurt of cum. She felt it drip out and slid down the crack of her ass. Eagerly her cunt milked as much of his cum out as it could before he slid to the side and collapsed on the bed next to her, the wet sucking sound of his cock plopping out of her saturated hole resonating in her ears. Dazed she sat up, gave him one last look and walked unsteadily out of the room. She made it as far as her bed where she fell onto her back and passed out. John crawled all the way onto his and did the same thing. 

Madison downed the first drink in one swallow then carefully fixed another before sitting heavily into her chair. She couldn't believe that she'd just masturbated while watching her son fuck the shit out of Helen. The thing that had her worried the most was how much she'd actually enjoyed herself. The orgasm she'd had wasn't earthshaking, but it had been better than any she'd had in a very long time. Without realizing she was doing it she began to rub her mound once more. When it finally dawned on her what she was doing she was very close to having another orgasm. Yanking her hand away from her mound she was startled by the sudden giggle that poured from her lips. My God, have I turned into a Helen she asked herself? Living just for the pleasure life offered, no questions asked? In the back of her mind a little voice chimed in. Why not Madi? When's the last time you actually had fun just for fun's sake? When was the last time you were fucked as hard as Helen was getting fucked right now? 

"Never," she whispered, an obvious note of envy in her voice. 

Daylight gave way to nightfall as Madison sat there sipping her drink and dwelling on her past. She didn't like what she was remembering. The lonely nights, a loveless marriage, frustration. The only thing that had given her any joy was her son John. Love swelled in her heart but was replaced with pride when her mind shifted to the vision of her son's rigid rod pummeling Helen's pussy. Shaking her head to clear the image she sat her glass down and went into the house. Maybe things would look brighter in the morning she told herself. 

As she entered the hall leading to the bedrooms she noticed light flooding into the hallway from John's open doorway. Was he still up she wondered as she approached? She got her answer when she glanced inside and saw him sprawled on the bed without anything covering him. The first thing she noticed was how peaceful he looked. The second thing her eyes took in was his exposed cock. To her it looked like it hadn't gone completely down. She was torn between just shutting his door, or going inside and covering him up. She chose to cover him up then close his door. 

As she slowly approached the side of his bed she became acutely aware of the moisture building up inside her pussy. A quiver of anticipation rippled through her. All her good intentions flew out the window once she was next to the bed. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock. From somewhere deep inside her a hunger grew as her eyes spied the drop of cum that clung to the end of her son's magnificent penis. With a trembling hand she slowly reached out and hefted his meat up with two fingers until the head was pointing skyward. As if guided by some otherworldly force she leaned over and captured the drop with the tip of her tongue. A moan escaped her lips as she tasted the salty elixir. The hunger grew into a craving with only one way to satisfy it. Madison's mouth opened and took the head of her son's cock into it. Tenderly she swirled her tongue over the crown and around the entire top of his head hoping that more of his seed would run out. When his penis began to swell in her mouth she became scared that he was waking up. Releasing his cock she fled out the door without covering him or closing the door. 

John lay there semi awake, the tingling sensation on his cock slowly fading. He had opened his eyes to slits at the feel of something warm surrounding the head of his cock and thought he saw Kathy. She was bent over sucking his cock wearing her favorite bathing suit. Now that the feeling was fading he just thought it was a dream. He closed his eyes but sleep eluded him. The picture playing out in his mind kept switching from Kathy sucking his cock to one where it was his mother doing the sucking. His hand traveled down until he was holding his growing stiffness in his palm. 

The main bedroom was shrouded in darkness when Madison reached it. Without thinking she flipped on the light flooding the room in brightness. Stretched out on the bed, her legs open, was Helen. She seemed to be completely out of it so Madison left the light on. She needed to find something to wear to bed and wouldn't be able to if the light was off. She also didn't care if she woke Helen or not. Making her way to where her suitcase was she had to pass right by where Helen lay. Glancing down as she passed she noticed that Helen's suit bottom was still pulled to the side leaving her pussy in plain sight. Madison stopped and gazed between Helen's legs. She could see that Helen's cunt lips were red and puffy, and cum was still oozing out of her. Her son's cum. The longer she watched it dribble out of Helen's soaked slit the stronger the urge to taste more of it grew. Without a conscious thought as to what she was doing she bent down and ran a finger through Helen's inflamed puffy lips gathering a coating of John's cum on her finger. Having never touched another woman's pussy before it felt strange and oddly exhilarating. It wasn't until she had her finger in her mouth and was sucking the salty fluid from it that she looked down and saw Helen staring up at her with wide-open eyes. There was no anger or judgment in them, only understanding. 

"Oh God Helen, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking," Madison stammered, starting to back away. 

Before Madison could retreat Helen reached up and took hold of her wrist and held her in place as she swung her feet off the bed and stood up in front of her. 

"You wanted to taste him, didn't you?" Helen asked soothingly, her hands now resting lightly on Madison's shoulders. 

"Ye...yes," came her soft reply. 

"Is that all you want from him Madi?" Helen asked, gazing over toward the doorway as she began to gently pull the straps of Madison's suit down over her shoulders. 

"I...I...don't know," Madison whispered, barely registering the fact that her top was being pulled down exposing her breasts. 

"Yes you do Madi. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want John to do," Helen coaxed as she knelt and pulled Madison's suit down and off her torso, leaving it bunched at her ankles as she stood back up. 

"Please Helen...I can't," she responded with a quiver in her voice. 

"You can Madi. Say it. Say you want to feel his hard young cock in you," Helen encouraged a little more forcefully. 

"Please don't make me say it," Madison implored her while images of her son's thick hard cock raced through her mind. 

"Say it Madi!" Helen urged as her fingers captured Madison's ripe swollen nipples and pinched them lightly. 

A gasp escaped Madison's lips and her eyes squinted shut as she spoke. "God forgive me, but yes, I want to feel my son's cock in me!" 

John had lain in bed for several minutes before deciding that he wasn't going to get back to sleep anytime soon. Reluctantly he rose out of bed and stepped into the hallway butt- ass naked. He didn't think anyone would be up. The light spilling from the main bedroom made him think twice about that so he grabbed a towel out of the bathroom. With the towel securely wrapped around him he made his way to the main bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks before reaching the door when he heard Helen's voice say, "You wanted to taste him, didn't you?" When he heard his mother's reply he stepped into the doorway and stared slack-jawed at the two women. His cock grew and grew as the scene played out in front of him. Releasing the towel he began to slowly stroke his shaft as his mother's swimsuit was tugged from her body. By the time it was finally off his cock had become painfully hard. He stepped forward and stood behind his naked mother, the urge to touch her overpowering. 

Helen took Madison gently by the shoulders and turned her around, softly saying, "Then tell him Madi." 

She almost fainted when she saw her son standing in front of her. She wanted desperately to cover herself with her hands but her arms wouldn't move, they just hung limply at her sides as her eyes traveled lower on his body. Another gasp escaped her lips when she took in his raging hardness, the veins standing out and pulsating with life. Her eyes lingered a moment longer before she forced herself to look into his face. She didn't know what she expected to see; perhaps disgust, pity, shame. When her eyes reached his all she saw was love coupled with an intense desire. The kind of desire she'd yearned for from a man. 

"I'm so sor..." Madison didn't get the chance to finish before John's hands cupped her face and his lips pressed tenderly down onto hers. 

"I think I'll give you two some privacy," Helen said, heading to the door leaving the bottoms of her swimsuit still pulled to the side. 

Madison struggled feebly to back away, but stopped when her son's hands left her face and went around to cup her ass. All willpower vanished as she felt herself being swept up in his arms, his muscular body pressing against hers. She felt his tongue gently probing until she parted her lips and allowed it to dart inside, his cock wedged between their bodies hot and throbbing. Her arms found a life of their own and snaked around his neck and forced his lips down harder on to hers. A long slow moan escaped her as her son's tongue explored her mouth while his hands gently kneaded the lush full buns of her ass. 

John felt her yield to him as she parted her lips and let his tongue in. When her arms came around and pulled him tighter into her his desire for her reached its zenith. His hands gently kneaded the pliant flesh of her ass as he lovingly kissed her with a passion he'd never known before. Slowly he broke the kiss and backed up until he was holding her at arms length. Like gazing at a priceless masterpiece his eyes traveled over her. His cock throbbed harder as he took in the full ripe breasts capped with brown medium-sized areolas and stiff pointy nipples, then moved down over the slight swell of her tummy before settling on the fur-covered mound of her pussy. 

Shivers of delight coursed through her body as she watched her son devour her with his eyes. When he dropped to his knees and pulled her into him she squealed with surprise. His breath was hot on her skin as he buried his face into her mound and snaked his tongue out onto the tip of her erect clit. Her knees buckled and she almost fell as his tongue probed deeper into the wetness between her cunt lips. A loud moan filled the air as he used his hands against her ass to pull her pussy tighter against his face. When his tongue touched the opening to her velvety tunnel she screamed from the force of the orgasm that raced through her. 

John stood and gathered his mother's quivering body up in his arms. His lips found hers once more as he carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. She opened her legs wide as he climbed onto the bed and crawled between them. Holding himself on stiff arms he gazed into her sparkling eyes while her hand reached between them and guided the head of his rigid cock to her soaking wet entrance. Slowly he pushed until just the head was buried inside his mother's steaming hot pussy. Her eyes opened wide as he pushed more and more of his cock into her tight wet pussy. The heat surrounding his shaft was immense as his cock slipped deeper into her slick velvety tunnel. 

"Oh sweet Jesus," Madison cried out as she felt her son's cock stretching her cunt walls as it sank slowly into her. 

"Am I hurting you Mom?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. 

Madison couldn't help but chuckle as she cupped his face in her hands. "No baby, you're not hurting me. It just feels so damn good is all." 

She saw relief wash over his face and he smiled down at her. 

Patiently John slid the last few inches into her. When his balls finally nestled up against her ass he lay down on top of her and stayed still. He couldn't believe how tight, hot and wet his mom was. Raising his head up he kissed her again, gently, lovingly. She responded by wrapping her arms around his back and softly stroking him. Slowly he began to pull out until just the head was inside, then just as slowly he pushed back in. He repeated this for several minutes, marveling at how she was getting into the same rhythm. Once their timing was set he began to stroke into her faster and faster, feeling her pussy rise to meet his downward thrust. 

Helen leaned against the wall just outside the bedroom and listened to the sounds of their lovemaking. She could hear their bodies slapping together as she jammed two fingers into her sore wet pussy. The faster the couple went, the faster her fingers plunged. Her envy for what Madison was receiving was obvious to her. Why couldn't I have a son that would love me like that she asked herself? 

Madison threw her legs around John until her heels were locked over his ass. She could feel each time his balls slammed against her upturned ass making the cheeks ripple from the force of it. His cock was stretching her to the limit and it felt glorious as he speared into her molten heat. The sound of their wetness bounced off the walls as she rode the tidal wave of her happiness. Grunting she pushed up to meet him as her feet pushed down on his butt forcing him to pound her harder and harder with each thrust. Her first orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, ripping through every fiber of her being. 

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, ohhhhhh Goddddddd!" she wailed, her juices erupting and coating her son's hard thick cock with its stickiness. 

John felt his mother's pussy clamp forcefully down around his cock and start vibrating, the flood of juice that flowed out making it easier to pump into her tightness. Lifting himself back onto his arms he began to slide in and out of her cunt as fast as he could. Another spasm rippled around his penis as his mom's pussy exploded with another orgasm. 

"Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming!" Madison screamed, her head rolling from side to side as her body shuddered from the force of her new orgasm. 

Helen placed her hand over her mouth and stifled the guttural moan that bellowed from her as her own orgasm rocked her violently. As the feeling subsided she slid softly down the wall landing on her ass, legs spread with two fingers still buried deep into her dripping pussy. 

John couldn't hold back. Every nerve ending in his cock screamed for release as his mother's slick pussy quivered endlessly around his shaft. His asscheeks clinched as he buried his thick hard cock into his mother's cunt and released a torrent of cum. The howl of pleasure that erupted from him could be heard well past the boundaries of the house. When the jets of cum shooting into his mother finally dried up he collapsed on top of her heaving chest struggling to catch his breath completely spent. When he regained his breath he rolled off of her, a loud wet sucking plop could be heard as his deflating cock slipped from her saturated pussy. In an instant he was sound asleep. 

Madison sighed deeply as she felt his cock slip from her tingling cunt. It felt like a river of cum was running out of her as she lay there on her back gazing lovingly over at her sleeping son. She felt no shame in what she'd done, nor would she.  

John Birch slowly opened his eyes. The bedroom was filling with the morning light as it streamed in through the open curtains. The brightness wasn't what drew his attention; the feel of something hot and wet around his cock did. Glancing down he saw Helen with half of his erect cock in her mouth, her eyes gazing up his nude uncovered body filled with mischief. Before he could say anything a hand came from his right side and the fingers began to twirl through the curly hairs of his chest. Turning his head he saw his mother propped on her elbow gazing sweetly into his confused face. Helen chose that moment to deep throat his cock causing an involuntary groan to escape his lips. 

"I think he likes that Helen," Madison murmured as her fingers roamed sensuously over his chest. 

"What's going on Mom?" he asked, groaning once more as the pleasurable feeling on his cock intensified. 

"Well, Helen and I have decided that since she has to leave in a few days that we would share you. But only if that's okay with you sweetheart." 

"Are you leaving too Mom?" His eyes betrayed the worry he felt. 

"I'd rather stay here, if it's okay with you," she replied, a huge smile on her full pouty lips. 

"I would like that. I would like that very much," John said, a twinkle returning to his eyes. 

"And," Helen added after releasing her lip-lock on his fully engorged cock, "we decided to let your Mom have first crack at you this morning." 

John watched as his mother rose into a kneeling position next to him and threw her leg over his hips. He couldn't tear his eyes away as he stared down between her thighs and watched as Helen held his stiff cock up and guided it between the wet slick lips of his mom's pussy. His head dropped back down on the bed and a peaceful look came over his face as his throbbing hard cock slowly disappeared inch-by-inch into her hairy pussy. 

Madison grimaced slightly as she lowered herself down on her son's cock, its size filling her fuller than she'd ever been filled before. A deep sigh of contentment spewed out of her mouth as she lowered herself the rest of the way down on him. Leaning slightly forward she placed the palms of her hands on his chest and gazed lovingly into his eyes. The despair that had been in them had been replaced with the look of a love that was so pure and bright it could rival the glare of the sun. She vowed that from this moment on, if he'd let her, she would spend the rest of her life making sure the brightness never died again. Slowly she began to rise and fall on his raging hardness, her pussy muscles quivering and clamping around his shaft with each upward movement. 




Back in the Saddle



"I love you so much Mom," he groaned, reaching up and cupping her face in the palms of his hands. 

"Maybe you should start calling me Madi," she whispered, her bottom lip trembling as the love she had for her son shone brightly in her own eyes.