0 comments/ 106150 views/ 4 favorites Body Chemistry By: Frenchman They say High School friendships can mean so much later in life. I was about to have a friendship with my Chemistry Teacher that would introduce me to a swinger's paradise and I owed it all to my mother! Mr. Alan, my mother and I were all heading toward a series of sexual interludes that would turn our little quiet community into a rollercoaster of lust and group sex. How did it ever come to this! It was the worst day of my life. My reputation was ruined and worse yet, by a close friend. "How does it feel to know you're the famous Waterman High 'punchboard' you little slut?" The words were still ringing in my ears and stinging my heart. How could Brenda say that to me... Brenda of all people! She had been one of my closest friends since Middle School. I had my head down in shame as I entered the front door of my home. I sat my books on the phone stand in the entry hall and was blowing my nose as I turned and looked into living room. That's when I noticed all the ladies in mom's Bridge Club sitting around their cloth covered card-tables playing cards. As mom saw me she said, "Hi, honey, come in and show the girls' your new Drill Team Uniform." I couldn't maintain my composure. Turning away, I bounded up the stairs to my room and slammed the door. Throwing myself onto my bed I put my face in the pillow and really began to bawl. I hadn't cried like this since daddy's funeral last June. Wouldn't daddy be proud of his 'Little Peanut' now?" At Daddy's memory, I began sobbing uncontrollably. "Lynn what's the matter honey? Are you ok?" I could barely get the answer out. "No, mom. I'm not ok. I just need to get it out of my system. I just want to be alone for a while. I'll talk to you after everybody's gone." Mom left and returned to her friends and I rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. As my tears began drying, I felt maybe I could get control of my emotions. Calming down, I began to think about what had transpired at school between Brenda and I. The more I thought about Brenda and my other so called friends…the more upset I got. This time however, I began to get angry…really, really angry at the recent chain of events that caused this whole nasty mess. And then, I began to sort everything out and get it all in a proper perspective. In a little while I heard mom's friends going out the door and their cars driving away. Soon mom knocked on the door and asked if I wanted to talk. "No mother, I'm feeling much better. Call me when dinner's ready and we'll talk then. As mom and ate dinner, I made light of my mood, but said nothing about what Brenda had told me. Mother and I were missing daddy so much! I didn't want to tell her that the whole school thought I was a total slut and a whore. Funny, but this whole thing was having the effect of making me feel like I might just get control of my life for the first time since approaching adulthood. I guess it was true; Aunt Carol said I was growing up and much more responsible and less a child. I knew I was going to handle this somehow…I just didn't know exactly how. The whole thing had been caused by Brenda's ex-boy friend Bill and the guys he ran around with. They were members of a car club and spent all their time fixing up cars. Custom bodywork, paint, pin-stripping, chrome engines. They were all a bunch of very crude and rough guys but they had the hottest cars and the best looking girlfriend in Southern California. Everyone knew they stole Toyotas and removed and sold the wheels, doors, and all the window glass for money to buy their own cars and customize 'em. I didn't know it at the time, but the guys all drank way too much. I knew they didn't do drugs because the South 'E' Street Boyz did drugs and Bill's car club, the 'Players' made fun of the 'S.E.B.Z' gang. Over time they just became know for their hot cars, long cruises and 'beach boozies'. Boozies was the nickname they gave their drinking parties at the beach. I went to just one 'boozie' with Bill after daddy died and it turned out to be a major mistake. I was really lonely for daddy when Bill talked me into going. Bill's a good dresser and very handsome and kind a like…well he reminded me of daddy's picture when he was a kid. Bill and Brenda broke up nearly a year ago so I said yes and went on a cruise with him. Everything was ok when we got to the beach until after dark. The guys made a bon-fire in a big sandpit and cooked hot dogs and started drinking beer. Later they started drinking the harder stuff and the party began getting rough and wild. I didn't know that the whole group, including the girls were so loose and all. One minute we were dancing and having fun, the next minute the girls had their tops off and shaking their boobs. Then one by one they started pairing-off and lying down, taking their cloths off and screwing right there on the beach in front of me. I guess Bill thought because I had agreed to go out with him to a 'beach boozie' that I would be just like all the other girls. Only I thought a 'beach boozie' was just a 'little' drinking party where everybody danced and had a good time. Not a total drink 'till you puke party' and everybody screws like crazy. Anyway I wasn't ready for that. I told Bill I wanted him to take me home. When I told him to take me home, he started getting rough with me. If it hadn't been for the Beach Patrol officers driving by and checking on the group's activities, I think Bill would have raped me. We had started walking toward his car when he suddenly stopped and said, "Lynn why don't you quit acting like the queen virgin of Waterman High. You don't have to go all the way in one night. Just loosen up and 'put-out' a little. I'm the head man here. How the hell do you think it looks when my date won't even give me a little tit? Shit, girl I'm the goddamn President of the whole fucking gang! You can give the 'Prez' a little titty can't you?" Then he got all crazy like and began grabbing my boobs. I slapped his face. Then he threw me down and ripped the top of my new 'Brazilian Bikini' right off of me. He ruined it and it was the one daddy had made just for me. I slapped him good! Then he pinned my arms down and sat on my stomach and started squeezing my breasts really hard. He was hurting me and then he started twisting my right nipple and pinched and pulled on it so hard I screamed and started crying. Then he said, "Queenie, tonight little Billy's gonna pop you're cherry and turn you into a real woman." That's when the patrol jeep drove up and made sure I was ok. Bill got real nervous then took me home after they left. I was really shook by the experience. I spent all day Saturday and Sunday thinking about how to handle it. I finally decided to put the experience behind me and try and for get it happened. I was scared of Bill and his club and didn't want to cause any trouble so I decided to just keep quiet and not say anything. Next Monday Billy and his friends started the rumor that I had screwed the whole car club and to make matters worse not one of the girls that was there stood up for me and told what really happened. I guess they were too scared of the gang. The following week I began getting phone calls from not only the guys in our school, but also guys at Lincoln High in the valley. All these jerks that called, kept asking me to go out with 'em so they could have sex with me. Then the thing with Brenda happened. I was really felling bad with the way the kids in school was treating me. I didn't think it could get any worse. Then my 6th period Chemistry Teacher Mr. Collier asked me to stay after class and I thought he was making a pass at me. I was feeling so 'snake-bit' by the whole prior experience that I misunderstood poor Mr. Collier. He asked me to go into the supply closet and put on a rubberized apron. I was wearing a light green, long-sleeve blouse. Mr. Collier (Alan) said that I should take off the blouse before putting on the full wrap around apron so my blouse wouldn't get stained in case of an accidental drop of chemical reacted with the material. It seemed reasonable. Gosh I didn't think anything about it because he was always so serious about his classes. Alan (Mr. Collier) never acted like he noticed the girls in his class. We all knew he wasn't married and only in his 3rd year teaching out of Teachers College and the rumor mill had it he was gay. So I went into the supply room and started changing into my apron. Alan had locked both class doors and placed a cover over the front door window and then surprised me by opening the door just as I had removed my blouse. I had my back to him and was putting it on a hanger when I heard him enter. Now you know why I thought he was making a pass! Mr. Collier, "I haven't changed yet; please close the door." Alan quickly stepped inside and closed the supply room door behind him and stared at me. I had pulled my blouse back to the front of my chest covering my bra. I turned facing him so he couldn't see my naked back. "Lynn, I heard about your beach party last weekend and just wanted to talk to you alone. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything…I just wanted to talk to you. Your not like the other girls in school, you seem; well, so much more mature and grown up. And I just wanted to tell you that if you ever needed some one to talk to that I would really consider it a compliment if you came to me." I thought, "Oh, sure! After everything else that's been happening to me, I was really going to believe this bunch of b.s.!" I just stood there under the glare of the light bulb in the otherwise dark secluded closet. "What do you mean Mr. Collier?" I really didn't understand yet what Alan meant but I was about to get the shock of my young virgin life! "Lynn, I know that you and your mother are living alone since your father died. Your mother came to see me this morning after dropping you off and asked if I would speak to you. She said you told her I was your favorite teacher and wished you had someone like me to talk to. Is that true Lynn? Am I your favorite teacher and did you say that to your mother?" "Well…yeah, gee Mr. Collier…I just meant that things have gotten so weird the last week and with daddy gone and all…" My eyes began tearing up and I bit my lip hard to stop from crying. I was tired of crying so much and I didn't want Mr. Collier to think of me as a kid. Besides he had just told me he thought of me as a grown up. It nearly worked but then I thought about my so called friends calling me the school 'punch-board' and I just lost it and began sobbing. "Oh, Mr. Collier, I'm so miserable! The whole school thinks I'm the class whore. Guys have been calling me all week and saying terrible things and asking me if I wanted to go out with them a get a good fu…" I couldn't say the word but Mr. Collier said it for me. "You mean, 'a good fucking' don't you Lynn?" "Yes, what am I going to do? I so miserable." And with that the dam broke and I began to cry so hard I began shaking and getting sick to my stomach. I went to Mr. Collier and grabbed his shoulders and put my face into my blouse and his chest. He put his arms around my bare back and began to comfort me by saying, "Shhhh, honey…don't cry. Things will be ok. You'll see. I'm here for you. I care and so does your mother. We can all work it out together." I held on to Mr. Collier and thought how wonderful it was to have some one care for me. He was so nice and handsome and was comforting me just like daddy use to make me feel when I had problems. "Do you really think so Mr. Collier. How can I face everybody when they think I'm nothing more that a whore who's screwing half the senior class. I just want to quit school and stay home". "Lynn honey, please call me Alan from now on. You're going to do nothing of the sort. Your mother and I are going to take care of everything and get this all straightened out. Believe me, I'll make sure that they all know you're too good for the silly immature boys in this school. You're problem is that you're really much too nice and they've taken advantage of you. They're willing to ruin your reputation but we're not going to allow that are we?" Alan was now holding me so close and I had stopped shivering and crying. His comforting arms felt so good and I could smell his after-shave lotion over the pungent smell of the chemicals in the storage room where we were still standing. He dropped one arm down around my bare waist above my pleated skirt. His hand felt so good on my naked skin. He touched my cheek and lifted my face up so that I could see him looking down at me in the soft shadowed light. His face was smiling and so comforting. He made me feel that everything was going to be ok. Knowing that mother had taken him into her confidence made it kind a like her and Alan were going to fix everything and somehow make it all right. "Oh, Mr. Collier…I mean Alan, thank you so much. I really could use someone like you to help mother and I! I…" And then it happened. It was so comforting and so…well, natural. I had my mouth open and he simply bent down and gave me a very sweet kiss. His lips were so soft and his arms so strong. I could taste the flavor of mint on his breath and I became lost in the kiss. I was surrounded be his arms and my blouse was suspended between my breasts and his chest. I let go of the blouse and slid my arms up around his forearms and could feel his firm strong masculine muscles. The feel of his arms gave me strength and such a longing inside. The kiss coupled with this feeling was so unexpected, I felt a shiver go down my back and circle around to my pussy. He pulled back and my blouse fell to the floor, "Lynn, I'm so sorry. I never should have done that. Please forgive me." I didn't want him to stop! I stepped towards him and onto my blouse in an effort to hug him close once more. "Mr. Collier…Alan, you didn't do anything wrong. If fact you did everything so right." I buried my nose in his chest and smelled his wonderful male odor. I could feel his belt buckle against my bare stomach and then a tightening in my breast. "Alan, would you kiss me once more time… please?" As I said please, he bent his tender smiling face down to mine and lightly touched my lips with his. I felt the tip of his moistened tongue probe my lips like a feather sliding side to side on my mouth. I opened my lips as he slipped his tongue inside searching for mine. As I took his tongue and sucked gently, I could feel the heat of our two bodies warming the small-secluded room. My breasts were being pulled into his chest by the pressure of his comforting arms pulling me tighter and tighter. Then I felt another tingling in my pussy as I felt the bulge of his penis pushing into my stomach as it crept upwards into an ever hardening ridge of flesh. I began moving my hips from side to side so I could feel the hardness of this wonderful firm part of Mr. Collier…Alan, pushing into me. Alan pulled back a little and breathed into my mouth as he spoke. "Oh, Lynn honey, we shouldn't be doing this. I'm you're teacher for god's sake. I could get fired and your reputation could be ruined." "Alan, my reputation's already ruined. The whole school thinks I'm a whore and fucking every guy I've ever dated. Just hold me and make everything better. If I'm going to be a whore, I 'd rather be your whore and your woman!" Part of me couldn't believe what I had just blurted out. The other part of me wanted him to take me in his arms and never stop kissing me. Alan once again kissed me but with a rising passion that accelerated everything. He was forcing his mouth onto mine with a pressure that felt like his teeth were going to push through our lips and into mine. I opened my mouth wide so as to take as much of his lips and tongue as I possibly could. I felt his hands unfastening my bra and the elastic give way unleashing my breasts. I reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt and felt the marvelous wonder of touching the hair on a man's chest for the very first time with my fingers. His shirt was now open and I raked my finger nails gently down the muscles of his chest and then…slowly, slowly down to his belt buckle. Both of his hands were squeezing and massaging by firm lifting breasts and I could feel my nipples tighten. Alan bent down and sucked my right nipple between his lips and it was though an electric shock began slowly traveling from his mouth through my nipple and then all the way down right into the heart of my pussy. I felt an instant release of wetness being squeezed from the contraction of my vagina squirting out through the lips of my pussy and onto the crotch of my panties. Alan dropped his right hand across my stomach and then lower. I felt him take hold of my dress and lift it so he could touch the skin on my thigh. The palm of his hand made contact with my thigh and traveled slowly upwards towards my pussy. I backed away to he could gain access to my stomach and awaiting pussy. Up and up, his hand began causing a tickle-tingling of my stomach as the tips of his fingers began to slide down over the waistband of my panties. Oh god… then I started moaning, "Uhnnna, yes, please…ohhhhhhaaaa Alan!" His fingers were touching the wet pubic hairs just outside my swollen pussy lips. I could smell the odor of my warm wet pussy juice wafting up and all around us. I was embarrassed by my pungent smells but there wasn't anything I couldn't do about it. My pussy was on fire and I couldn't wait for his hard, long fingers to slip inside and begin the delicious massaging of my clit. I opened my legs for him so he could more easily find my hard clit. There…oh yes! His fingers were lubricated with my juices and I felt the tip of his index finger circle around and across the hard sensitive nub of my clitoris. Then I felt him switch fingers. Using his long index finger as though it were a thin hard cock, he slid it down and inside my pussy lips. Moving it forward and up, I felt his tender probing of my tight channel to loosen and make ready the path for his cock that must surely follow soon. I wanted to feel my pussy and touch were his big hand and fingers were touching. I reached down with my right hand and felt his fingers probing me. I touched my pussy where his fingers were pushing up inside and felt the thick mucous fluid that was making me feel like a real woman in heat for the very first time. The first time! What a delicious thought to have. He was going to take me for our first time together. But more important yet…Mr. Collins was going to be the man who would be taking my cherry. All these firsts with him…Mr. Collins…Alan! I had such a powerful longing beginning deep inside of me. I wanted to be his girl…his woman. I was his for the taking. He was going to be my first lover and I was going to give him anything he asked for! I opened wider as he began softly fucking my swollen pussy with his fingers. He was driving me wild and I began to cry louder. "Alan, oh, god….you…you…feel so good." I started using both hands to undo his pants. Shit how does this belt work…I can't get it open. There, finally! I found his zipper and pulled it down opening his pants. They slid down his legs and looked down and saw a huge bulge in his white jockey shorts. I briefly fondled the bulge and heard him groan as he kissed me again. Lips, teeth, tongue. He was fucking my mouth with his! I stretched the waistband of his shorts and reaching inside, I put both of my hands on his genitals. One on his cock the other on his scrotums. His balls were hard and I could feel the hair and crinkly skin of his nutsack. My other hand seemed so tiny as I felt the wet crown of his hard cock. Still cupping his balls with my left hand I wrapped the small fingers of my right hand around his fat hard cock and wondered at the feel of this marvelous thing. I was claiming him as my man now and this hard thing I was holding was going to be mine to do with as I liked. Throbbing and rippling in my hand I looked down and saw how hard, white and veiny it was. The veins under the skin of his cock were blue and bunched all around like the bulging roots of a tree making ridges on the surface of the ground nearby. I squeezed his hard muscled prick and realized why it was sometimes called a boner. It was like a round fat bone wrapped with skin. I had the strangest desire to place his cock inside my mouth like a baby wanting to learn by tasting everything it touches Body Chemistry Just what is that personal "chemistry" between a man and a woman that makes one woman so desirable but the next so repulsive and at the same time makes one man so macho but the next so much of a wimp? Each man has the same basic equipment: a penis and a pair of testicles that produce sperm. Granted some are hung like stud horses while others are...well, less well-endowed in that department. Still, if the delivery system functions as it should, the size is really immaterial since the sole reason for the erection of a man's cock is not pleasure but for the delivery of the procreating, live giving sperm into the woman's body. Each woman has that certain special extra opening to her body that a man just doesn't have but which almost every man strives to enter at one time or another and a pair of breasts that range from small to gigantic. So what makes one woman more attractive than another, pussy unseen? Not just the outside looks alone for some of the prettiest women I have ever met have been the worst ones in bed and some of the "ugliest" women I've ever met have been utterly fantastic in bed. By the way, my basic tenet is that there is no such thing as an ugly woman, at least not where sex is concerned. When it comes to ego, however, the outer packaging becomes very important to both genders. This is, in itself, a very sad state of affairs for the hardened cock and the dripping pussy just don't care about looks, they care about the act of fucking each other silly...of depositing the man's sperm in the woman's cunt so as to fertilize the egg, make her pregnant and recreate the species. Pleasure is secondary to this basic primeval need to procreate. Ah, but what a goad this pleasure can be. But all this leads up to my story, the story of how my mother and I, through body chemistry, became lovers over twenty years ago and remain lovers to this very day. When I was younger than I am now, right after I turned 18, I would lie abed with my mother after my father went to work early each morning. My mother was no raving beauty, but she also wasn't shabby, if you catch my drift. She was about 5'6" in her stocking feet and weighed about 145. Three children in a span of three years had an affect on her body, making it more rounded and, in my opinion, more sensuous. Her near black hair was always clean and well brushed, hanging almost to the flare of her butt cheeks. Her butt was scrumptiously large as were her two wonderful tits and she was a tad on the overweight side of perfect, but she was beautiful, at least to me and her body was mine on those wonderful mornings. When she got ready to go to work, I was the one who saw her in all her naked glory, from tits to cunt, and I was the one who helped her hook her bra on her body and cover those two lovely mounds of breastly delight, mounds that intrigued me even at that young age. My sister and brother never knew of my mother's habit of getting me out of bed just to have me snuggle up to her naked body under the blankets. Nothing overtly sexual ever occurred...I never played with her tits and she never handled my cock, but my prick, even soft, was nestled nicely in the crack of her ass cheeks. This arrangement went on for quite some time until my father came back one morning because he had forgotten something at the house. He caught me spooned against my mother's naked butt and laid into both of us unmercifully. He didn't really hurt either of us, but my morning forays into my mother's bedroom came to an immediate and permanent halt--at least for the time being. Five years later, after I had turned 23 and was in my senior year of college, my thoughts always seemed to stray towards sex and how to get it. My problem became one of finding a girl that would measure up to my mother and I never seemed to be able to find one. That isn't to say that I had never played stinky finger with a girl or had my cock pulled by one, it's just that I had no desire to fuck them if they didn't come up to my mother's unintentionally imposed standards. The first time I fucked a girl, it was a total disaster and both of us were left really wondering what had happened to ruin a lovely day. While this girl wasn't as heavy as my mother, she was still no beauty queen though she was fairly well put together in all the right places, especially between her legs. We had been to an amusement park that day and had found places all day to play with each other and kiss our way to total excitement, even on the crowded public bus on the way home. Once we got back to my car, I put her in it to drive her home and we stopped at a roadside rest area with a screen of trees between the area and the road. I had her panties off and she had my hardened cock in her hand with my pants around my ankles. I had barely penetrated this warm, moist pussy when I could feel my cum rising in my cock. Hurriedly I pulled it out and sprayed cum all over her pussy lips. Neither of us had given a thought to having a condom available and we were both scared by what had almost happened. Technically speaking, we were both still virgins...at least she was left with her hymen intact. We never saw each other again. Something must have shown on my face after that night of sexual frustration, for suddenly my mother, when my father and siblings weren't around, started playfully grabbing at my crotch. Since this was something totally new, she had my attention and she knew it. For the next several weeks, we flirted every chance we got. Soon, I was being treated to small flashes of tit flesh when nobody else was looking or she would deliberately wear a short skirt with skimpy panties under it and I would be treated to brief glimpses of her untrimmed pussy hair. Even today I like my women to be natural in the genital hair department. Of course, whenever nobody was around to see, I would "forget" to completely close the bathroom door when I took a piss and with the hope that my mother would get an eyeful--and she did on more than one occasion. Even though my cock was usually soft, I could hear her occasional moan as she walked by the open door. I knew I was getting to her. Hell, I was getting to myself just thinking about her obvious charms and how she flaunted them in front of me. I still dated girls my own age and even finally managed to fuck one of them, but I wasn't satisfied with her and she wasn't very happy with me telling me that I needed to learn how to fuck a girl before trying it again. All in all, not a very satisfying experience. I found more release with my own hands than I was getting from pussies. Nothing happened all summer between us other than the mutual teasing. I had enrolled at the local community college and was still living at home. My father still went to work early and my brother and sister left for school before the sun fully rose. My mother had been hurt on the job and now stayed home. My classes didn't start until 10 AM so I had plenty of time to putter around in the morning. The morning that my life took a change in direction was no different than any other...at least not in the beginning. I had been out late the night before with some of the guys and had decided to stay in bed an extra hour or so. About a half hour after everybody else was out of the house going to work or to school, Mom burst into my room. "Henry, why aren't you out of bed?" She threw the covers off me and gasped as she realized that I was totally naked on the bed. "I didn't know you slept naked." "Well, Mom, I do. I got in late last night and thought I'd sleep in this morning." She stared at my groin and I quickly realized that I was sporting a mighty nice piece of morning wood. As I moved to pull some covers back over my raging erection, Mom stopped me. "Hank, you sure have grown since the last time I saw your cock. What's it been...three years?" "Five years Mom." She reached out and touched the head and I thought I would explode on the spot. Feeling the twitch, Mom grasped my cock firmly at the base and blocked the cum from shooting out. After the urge had passed, she looked at me as she slowly started stroking my cock. I moaned my appreciation at her efforts and warned her that I was dangerously close to cumming. In response Mom said "Go ahead, shoot your hot cum...let it go." With that she dropped her face to my cock and covered its head with her mouth. She created a seal just behind the ridge and started pumping my prick with one hand as the other played gently with my balls. "Mom, I-I-I'm gonna cum!" She nodded her head, sped up the movement of her hands, and created an even tighter seal around my rampaging dick. These actions were more than enough to get me to let loose with what had to have been the most intense cum of my young life. To Mom's credit, she swallowed every last drop of that gigantic flow of life giving sperm. Then she sat up, smacked her lips, smiled at me, and bent over to kiss me. I tasted my cum on her tongue as it penetrated into my mouth. We attacked each other like too very horny teenagers which was almost true in my case, but she wasn't. She stood up and removed her housecoat revealing that she had been wearing absolutely nothing underneath. I gazed at her two lovely tits and let my eyes wander to the natural bush between her legs before returning to her huge tits once again. "Like what you see, Hank?" "Hmmmmm, yes, I guess I do." "What do you like the best? Be honest now." "I like it all, Mom." "Hank, you are about to fuck your mother. I think between us you can call me Carol, don't you?" "Yeah, Carol, I guess I can." "Only when nobody else is around. And what we are about to do has to remain a secret for all time. Understood?" "Yeah." I watched as she climbed into bed with me and pulled the covers over us. "Remember how you used to sleep with me?" Mom asked as she turned her back to me. "Yeah." "I think this time you can do a little more than sleep with me, don't you?" "Yeah." I was beginning to sound like a broken record, but I did snuggle up behind her as we used to snuggle with each other. This time, however, my cock was much longer and harder than the last time I had spooned her. Mom wriggled her ass until my cock head slipped deep along the crack, the head pushing through some hair and finally finding a very hot and wet spot between her legs. Mom started humping back against me and I took the hint and started moving my hips back and forward until we had established a rhythm. Each time I thrust forward, my prick encountered that warm wet spot and got slipperier and slipperier as Mom's body lubricated itself. On one particularly hard thrust, my fleshy spear entered Mom's pussy causing her to moan her appreciation. She stopped her movements, but let me continue mine. I moved down slightly to improve the angle and finally sank my cock balls deep inside my mother's hot and very wet pussy. I started hammering my dick into Mom's pussy and she reached behind her and grabbed my hips, slowing my thrusts. "Take your time, Hank. We have a couple of hours before you have to leave. Girls don't like to just be prodded with that cock of yours, you have to take it slow and easy and make it feel good for the girl too. Later on you can start fucking harder and deeper." I slowed my thrusts as she had directed. "Now, come at my pussy from slightly different directions each time. Keep me guessing where your cock is going to come from." I tried it and the first couple of thrusts almost threw me out of her pussy completely. After the opening volley, my thrusts started getting erratic in the direction that they penetrated Mom's pussy. "That's better, Hank." Encouraged, I varied the depth, speed, and direction that my cock penetrated through those lovely pussy lips that gripped my cock so tightly and yet so lightly at the same time. Due to the lubrication secreted by Mom's body I was able to fuck her pussy almost effortlessly and since I had already cum in her mouth there wasn't that urgency to just dump my load. After another ten minutes of this, I could feel my cum boiling its way out of my heavy balls. "Mom, er,Carol, I'm going to..." "Cum inside my pussy, Hank. I'm on the pill. Just fuck me as hard and as deep as you can until you cum." I did just that. I had never pounded a pussy as hard or as fast as I pounded my mother's cunt that morning and she just grunted and urged me to fuck her faster and harder. I plunged one last time before going stiff with my cock buried balls deep inside my mother's hot pussy, my mouth sucking on her nipples, and her heels holding my cock as deep as I could get it inside her. My cum created a series of seizure-like shakes that racked my mother's body for a full minute after they started. As my cock shrank back to it's deflated size it plopped out of Mom's cunt drawing a stream of white spunk with it. My cum dripped down the crack of her ass and deposited itself on my bedding. I rolled over on my back and closed my eyes. "Hank, you were fantastic. Honey, if you can keep our secret, you can fuck me every chance we get. OK?" "Ok, Mom, er, I'm sorry, Carol." "That's all right dear. I understand. Maybe you should just keep calling me Mom for safety's sake. We don't want you slipping up around your brother and sister, or heavens forbid, your father. Damn! Look at the time! Hurry up and take your shower. I'll have your breakfast ready by the time you get downstairs." I hurried home after classes and fucked Mom again in the living room while the soaps were playing on the television. I walked in and dropped to my knees in front of my mother spreading her legs wide. She was wearing panties which I reached up and pulled off her legs. She helped by lifting her hips and then sat back down. "Just what are you doing, Hank?" "Repaying you for that wonderful blowjob this morning, Mom." I plunged my head between her legs and captured her clit on the first try. I tongue whipped her pussy for all I was worth even venturing down as far as her asshole before licking my way back to the top. I soon had her moaning and panting for air. Her hands held onto the back of my head forcing it deeper into her crotch. Her pussy hairs tickled my nose and chin as I dipped my tongue as far as I could inside her lovely cunt. Suddenly she shivered like she had that morning. Quickly recovering, she dragged me into my room and threw me down on the bed. This time she climbed on top after opening my pants and pulling them and my underwear off. As she straddled my hips she lowered herself until my cock disappeared deep inside her body. Mom's hips started a slow rocking movement that quickly built up in intensity until her pussy exploded its juice all over my cock and balls. Now it was my turn and I rolled her over without breaking contact and fucked her in the good old-fashioned missionary position, my cock entering and exiting her cunt in a blur of motion. A very few minutes later I shot a huge load of sperm deep within her receptive cunt and bathed the walls of her womb with my seed. We rested for just a few minutes before Mom pulled away and, quickly gathering her clothes, headed for the master bath to take a quick shower. I followed her lead by going into the bathroom down the hall and taking a shower to wash the sex smell off my body. When I returned to my room, sex was literally in the air so I opened a window and pulled out a can of air freshener. Just as we finished, we heard the school bus pull up outside, letting my brother and sister off from high school. That was the closest we ever came to being caught in the act. There would be other times throughout the years when we got lucky and finished before being caught, but that time was the closest and Mom and I had a good long talk about the consequences of being caught by anybody, especially by my father. That first day of our mutual fucking was almost twenty years ago. We fucked like rabbits every chance we had after that in any room in the house wherever we were that took our fancy. We were never caught, nor were we ever even suspected of carrying on an affair. Once I had moved out of the house, Mom came over almost every day for one reason or another. Dad thought her the most wonderful mother in the world for the way she took care of me. He reminded her occasionally of his catching me in her bed years ago and was satisfied that his occasional mentioning of the incident would keep her in line. If she couldn't come over to my house, she'd call and ask me to come see her, which I did since I made and still do make my living at home via the internet and can set my own hours. Mom slowly lost weight and started a good exericse routine three times a week. By the time she was fifty-five, she looked to be in her late thirties and had a body to die for complete with a set of tits that would stop any hockey team dead on its skates. We often were accepted as husband and wife by those who didn't know our real relationship. I never married since I never met the girl with the right body chemistry to take me away from my mother. Dad, of course, blamed the reason of my not having a wife on the way my mother babied me. If he only knew the real reason. I did date and bed various women just for appearances sake--once I was tempted to marry the one girl who vaguely reminded me of my mother in her younger days--but the love of my life always was and always will be my mother. The engagement was called off after two months. Mom fucked my father enough to keep herself above suspicion but she and I both knew that she was only going through the motions. When my father died ten years ago, long after my sister and brother were each married and living on the West Coast with their spouses and children, Mom gave up the house on Cape Cod and moved into my Boston house with me "just to help Hank with the rent." That seemed to satisfy my sister and brother and they thougth it was just great, knowing that I was their built in caregiver when she got too old Then we became insatiable in our demands for each other's body, walking around the house stark naked and fucking each other whenever one or the other desired sex. Our normal sessions included a sixty-nine, oral sex, anal sex, and just good old fashioned fucking...or any combination of the above. We tried all the numerous positions in the Kama Sutra and even invented a few of our own as time went by and we became more attuned to each other's body. Mom died suddenly last month of a massive stroke. We had just finished taking a shower together after one of our torrid love making sessions when she keeled over on the shower floor. I called 9-1-1 and hurriedly dressed while they were on their way. When they arrived, I was standing at the end of the driveway waiting for them. Mom was pronounced dead on the scene by the paramedics. I told them a little white lie and said that I had heard a noise come from the shower and had gone to investigate, finding my mother on the floor without a pulse. I've never told anybody this story of our love affair until now mostly because of my promise on that very first day to keep our love life a secret. At least I've got the memories of our outstanding love life to keep me warm at night. I hope Mom will understand why I'm telling our story now. Body Chemistry Alan's cock was so very hard and the tip very swollen stretching the skin tight and smooth. The tip felt so different than the shaft his cock. The tip looked more like a purple mushroom. I wanted his cock and that wonderful mushroom inside my pussy. I wanted to open up and take his marvelous penis inside of me so I could become a woman. "Fuck me Alan, fuck your little teachers pet and the school whore. Fuck me and make me yours." Alan slipped my panties down to my ankles and took them off my feet. He slipped his shoes off using one foot and then the other. Stepping out of his pants he kicked them to the side. His preparations made me realize that this wonderful man whom moments before had only been my teacher; was getting himself ready to fuck his student. I was going to get fucked by my Chemistry Teacher and Alan was going to turn me into a woman. The very thought of being taken in this dark secluded closet made my pussy get even wetter. I didn't know exactly what was coming next but Alan certainly did. Reaching around my ass, he bent his legs and pulled me up and off my feet as though I were a feather. Then he stood with me completely suspended and cradled by his arms. He was so strong and powerful and it felt wonderful to be lifted up off the ground by this man! Still standing he separated my legs with his hands by placing them around the back and inside my thighs. My legs were spread and he was able to somehow arrange them around his naked waist. His hips formed a ledge for my legs. I wrapped them around his narrow waist and locked my ankles tightly. Pulling my skirt out of the way, I could feel his tight belly against my pussy. Alan leaned back changing the angle of his hips and I felt his hard cock begin rubbing my open and exposed pussy. His hands moved between the cheeks of my ass and under my pussy to his cock. Guiding it homeward he slide it up between my wet and swollen pussy lips into the entrance of my pussy. Alan began a delicious rubbing of the hard smooth fat head of his cock up and down the folds of my pussy petals which were now wide open, wet and completely exposed to accommodate his hard cock. This was the moment I had been waiting for. The moment of my becoming a complete woman. I was going to be fucked by Alan and become his woman. Slowly he lowered me onto his cock and pushed it up into me. I had never before even so much as touched a boy's penis. And now, this adult teacher's cock was slowly sliding into my womanhood. I felt a slight pain as the slick smooth head of Alan's cock pushed against the gate of my hymen, then with a slippery giving of that thin wall; I felt him sliding all the way up into my hungry pussy. It was not as painful as someone had told me. I winced and gave a little cry as though I had been given an injection by the doctor. Only this time my Chemistry Teacher was the one doing the injecting. Alan was doctoring my pussy with his hard cock. My first cock! I wondered if I was bleeding on Alan's cock but I couldn't tell because I was so wet. Alan said, "Lynn are you ok? Did I hurt you honey?". "No Alan, your honey is just fine. You feel so good deep inside me!" Not much was said by either one of use as we made love. We were both lost in the fact that out of nowhere, we had somehow fallen into each others arms and our natural passions were feeding each other's sexual desires. Alan was fucking me and making me his completely. I instinctively knew such a responsible and trusted person as he, would not be taking such a risk as guiding me all the way through the right of passage and becoming a woman unless he really cared for me. That trust and comfort made me feel so safe here in his arms with his cock deep inside my pussy. In return Alan would find out, in case there was any doubt, that I was ready to be everything he would ever need. I thought I had just learned everything I would ever need to know about sex and life. But Alan and my mother had much more to teach me. Had I known what they had in store for me, I would have been all the more excited and anxious about the future. Alan had indeed been the first man to fuck me, but I was the second woman in my family to fuck him. Because unbeknown to me at the time, he and my mother had been fucking for well over one month. Alan was taking daddy's place in more than one way!