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It Happened One Night

By: GMB



It all started about a year ago when my girlfriend, Kathy and I started talking about our sexual fantasies. You see, I am the type of person who likes to keep things interesting in a relationship and thought that my girl would really like it if I could make a sexual fantasy come true for her. So in a general sort of way I brought up the topic of "Sexual Fantasies" hoping that she would open up to me some of her most erotic fantasies so that I had an idea of things that she would like. 

You have to understand that Kathy is a very sexual woman but is very shy and has a hard time expressing her inmost feelings, even to me. Over the course of a few months I got her to tell me some of her interests and started to get some ideas for an erotic situation for her. I never imagined that the woman I have spent so much time with had such an erotic appetite. She was into being controlled and having more than one partner sexually including having an interest in being with a woman. I have to tell you that as she told me all of theses interests, I really became aroused with the idea of setting up a fantasy for her.

About a month ago I told her that we were invited to the wedding of my friend Jimmy from work. The wedding was going to be held in Ocean County, so we would have to stay over because it was too long of a drive to travel back after the wedding. Jimmy, by the way is one of my close friends. Even though I am his boss we are able to maintain a good friendship.

On the Monday before his wedding, I told Jimmy about what I was trying to do for my girl and that I thought that this weekend, his wedding weekend would be a good time to set up her fantasy without her knowing about it. I just told him that I really didn't know how I was going to make it happen and if he had any ideas. Jimmy smiled with a devilish grin as I told him about Kathy's interests and what I wanted to do for her. He told me that he had wanted to do something like that for Jenn, his soon to be wife but never got around to it. I could see that Jimmy's mind started to turn and he suggested that we work together to create a fantasy for both of our women. I thought that would be a good idea, being that my girl had an interest in being with a woman and Jenn was a very attractive girl. I agreed and we began to plot how we were going to pull this off without them knowing. 

Jimmy felt that being Carl and Brad from our group were coming solo, because there wives had no one to watch the kids, we would be able to get one of them into our plot without too much effort. You could see that Jimmy was getting into the idea of this and that he was more worried about pulling this off then his wedding.

That night I reserved a room near the place were the wedding was being held and told Kathy that I was looking forward to spending the weekend away with her. I told her that I wanted her to wear something really sexy to the wedding for I wanted everyone to see how lucky I am to have a woman like her. Kathy is 5ft4 with a great body. She has blonde hair and blue eyes and has that sexual look about her. I went around my apartment to find the things that I would need for the weekend plot in order to get it done the way Jimmy and I had discussed.

The big night came, and we were all having a good time at Jimmy's wedding. Jimmy arranged it that Carl and Brad were at my table with Kathy so that she would have time to get to know them. Jenn looked beautiful in her form fitting white wedding dress and Kathy looked incredible in her low cut, short black dress. As the reception went on, Jimmy and I made sure that our ladies had plenty to drink. Part of the idea was we felt that if they had some drinks in them, they would be more acceptable to what we were planning.

As the night went on both of the women became very intoxicated. Kathy was getting flirty with the guys at our table, including Carl and Brad. She even danced with them for a few songs, pressing her big tits against them and grabbing there ass once in awhile while they danced. Jenn was dancing up a storm with Jimmy and I could see that Jimmy was fondling her ever chance he could get. The stage was set and now it was time to get this show on the road.

As the wedding was winding down, Jimmy came over to Kathy and suggested that we go back to their suite to have a nightcap before we closed the day out. Their suite was in the same hotel as ours so she said she would for one drink, but would not be able to stay long. He also asked Brad and Carl to come as well but Carl said that he had to get home, but Brad said that he would come for a quick drink before the ride home, he just had to stop first and get some gas and cigarettes before it got to late and he would meet us there.

When we got to their suite, Jimmy opened up the bar and started pouring some drinks for everyone. The girls were sitting on the couch talking about how beautiful the wedding was and how much fun they had. I walked up to Jimmy at the bar and told him that I didn't know if we were going to be able to pull this off. Jimmy told me not to worry and proceeded to serve the girls their drinks. He told me that he had added something to them so they would be feeling really good after they drank them. 

As we sat there talking and drinking our drinks, I noticed that the girls were becoming very wasted. Jimmy then suggested that Jenn go into the bedroom and put on something more comfortable then the wedding dress she had been wearing. Jenn then stood up, almost falling over and said that's a good idea and proceeded to the bedroom to put something else on. Kathy laughed at the state that Jenn was in and said that she would help her and both of them laughing and staggering went into the bedroom. Jimmy told me to go to my room and get the things that we need, that I brought with me so that we could get it set up before Brad got there. 

When I returned to the room, I walked in the bedroom where I saw Jimmy holding both of the women down on the bed acting like he was playing around, not letting them get up. They were both laughing at the thought that they were so far gone that they didn't have the strength to get him off. Jenn was out of her wedding dress but only had on her underwear and bra. When Jimmy saw me enter the room, he asked me to give him the rope that I had brought with me and began to tie the girls up to the bed. First tying their hands above them to the headboard and then there feet. 

The women were beginning to get concerned about what was going on and told Jimmy to untie them right now. Jimmy just smiled at them as he tied the last rope to the bed and said that Gary and I are now in control and that you will be good girls or we will make you pay. Kathy addressed me and said, honey please untie me. I walked up to her and told her that Jimmy and I thought you girls would like this and that I wanted to make her happy. She started to scream at me and replied, what are you talking about. I reminded her about her fantasies that we had discussed a while back and said that I wanted to fulfill it for her. 

She began to call me an idiot and told me that it was just a fantasy and that she had no interest in doing it with Jimmy and demanded that I release her. I really got upset at this point. She made me feel stupid and was yelling at me. I don't know what came over me but I told her to shut up as I checked the rope to make sure they were tight. Jenn couldn't believe what was going on. This was her wedding night and she was shocked at what Jimmy was doing to her. We stood there and watched them try to free themselves from the ropes. The site began to really excite the both of us. I walked over to Kathy, who was struggling to get free and sat next to her on the bed. I began undoing the buttons on her blouse. 

She looked at me and in a harsh voice said, "What do you think you are doing? Untie me right now!" 

I told her that I wanted to show Jimmy her beautiful tits. She started pleading me to stop but I continued with her buttons and opened up her blouse. She was wearing a black satin bra that had the clasp in the front. As Kathy was pleading with me to stop, I unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the sides exposing her tits to Jimmy's awaiting eyes who was standing in front of the bed.

As her bra fell off, I could see that Jimmy's cock eyes light up with the sight of my girl's hard nipples sticking straight up. I could see that Jimmy's cock was beginning to get hard in his pants as I felt Kathy's tits and played with her nipples. Jenn watched as Jimmy became excited at the site of Kathy and started to yell at him. Jimmy turned to Jenn and said that it was her turn to show off her titties. Jimmy went over to her side of the bed and began unsnapping her bra. Jenn was screaming as her bra came off exposing her tits to me. 

We both sat there playing with our women's nipples making them hard. We began to suck on them and we notice that the women we starting to quiet down. They were beginning to become aroused at what we were doing to their nipples. I gestured to Jimmy that we should remove there panties so we both worked our way down them, kissing there bodies. Jimmy had it easy, Jenn only had her panties on and just pulled them down to gain access to her moist pussy. Kathy had on a skirt so I had to lift it up and then pull her panties down. She was soaking wet. I could feel the moisture on her panties as I pulled them down and I immediately felt my cock getting hard. We both started licking there pussy's with our tongues making there pussies nice and wet and getting there clits hard. Both of the women were getting horny, jerking their bodies as we sucked on their pussies and played with their nipples. 

Jimmy and I both were really getting into what we were doing and Jimmy said that we should switch off giving the girls a variety. So Jimmy and I switched positions and began to lick the other's women. The women went wild as we licked them into submission. Their pussies were dripping wet and their nipples were standing up ripe as could be. You could see that the girls were building up to orgasm. I looked over at Jimmy to see that he had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it as he licked my baby's pussy. You could see that he was very aroused by the size of his shaft and the swollen head. I told Jimmy that Kathy gave the best blowjob I ever had and that he should let her suck on his cock.

Well, I didn't have to ask him twice. He got up from her pussy and went to her mouth and slid his hard cock in my girl's mouth. Just then, there was a knock at the door. It was Brad. He walked into the room and saw the girl's tied up on the bed and said that he was sorry he was interrupting and that he would leave. I told him that he was not interrupting and asked him if he would like to eat my girlfriend's pussy. After all, she was flirting with you all night and now you can make her pay for teasing you. 

Brad's eyes lit up with the thought of eating her nice pink pussy and said that he would love to make her pay. So Brad began to remove his clothes and his cock was already ripping with the thought of what was about to happen. Jenn responded that she wanted to suck on Brad's swelling cock while I sucked on her pussy. Brad looked at Jimmy as he was getting his cock sucked by my girl and asked if it was ok. Jimmy said it was fine and Brad moved his way past me to Jenn's mouth where she quickly took it into her mouth and began sucking on it. I worked my way back and forth from Jenn's pussy to my woman's pussy getting them primed for a good fucking. 

I then moved around to Kathy and told Jimmy I wanted a turn, and put my cock into my baby's mouth making her suck on me. Jimmy took off his clothes and went into his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife and cut the women's panties off of them so that we could gain full access to their pussies. He then went down on Jenn's awaiting pussy and began sucking on her clit while he fingered Kathy's pussy. He then got up and grabbed Jenn's ass and lifted her up as he slid his throbbing cock inside her wet pussy. Jenn started screaming as Jimmy fuck her pussy with a vengeance. Jenn was quickly building up to explosion so to help it along, as Kathy was sucking on my cock, I leaned over to Jenn's tits and began to lick her hard nipples up the sides. 

Jenn pussy exploded almost immediately on Jimmy's hard rod. She was shaking and moaning uncontrollably. Jimmy was surprised that Jenn came so quickly and started smiling at her telling her that he loved her. Jimmy told brad to help him untie Jenn from the bed and told Kathy that it was her turn to cum. Jenn got up and moved over to Kathy's pussy and began to lick her wet lips. Jimmy and Brad stood on opposite sides of the bed and began licking Kathy's erect nipples as they played with their rock hard cocks. 

Jenn seemed to take control of the situation as she told Brad to come down and fuck this tight pussy that she had made nice and wet. Brad jumped down and took his erect cock and started fucking my girl. Kathy stared to moan as his cock began probing the inside of her sweet pussy. Jenn began stroking Brads swollen nuts and caused Brad to blow his hot cum inside my woman. She then told me to come down and take my turn so I moved down to the bottom of the bed and Jimmy moved over and stuck his well hung cock in Kathy's mouth. I mounted my baby and took my turn fucking her tight little hole as Jenn played with my balls. 

I felt my cock-swelling ready to explode as I pulled out and told Jenn that I didn't want to cum just yet. So Jenn called to her honey and told him to fuck this little bitch and let her squeeze the cum at of his throbbing prick. Jimmy pulled out his cock from her mouth and moved down to her pussy. Jenn grabbed his swollen cock and worked it into her pussy. As the head of his cock entered her hole Kathy's eyes let out a cry of pleasure as his stiff member invaded her puckering hole. I moved over to her mouth and made her suck the head my cock, grabbing her by the hair as Jimmy had his way with her pussy. Jenn announced that it was time to make the little bitch cum. 

She reached up to Kathy's hard nipples pulling them between her fingers as she began to lightly stroke her husbands balls. Jimmy stated to moan with pleasure as his cock quickly began to swell in my girl's pussy. Just then Jenn , as she was stroking his balls said for her baby to let it go and fill her tight pussy with his juices. With what Jenn had just said made Jimmy's cock stiffen up in her pussy causing him to shot his hot cum inside her pulsating hole. 

The moment cause Kathy to lose it and bared down on his cumming cock and exploded with her own orgasm. The excitement was to much for me to handle and I pulled my swollen cock from her mouth and shot my cum all over her hard nipples. We all collapsed onto the bed and started laughing about what we had done and wondered if this was the beginning of a new type of friendship.

It Happened One Night



It happened when I had to shift to the nearby city from my village to continue my college education. There was no hostel, so I had to stay with a distant relative. I was going to stay away from my home for the first time, but from the time I stepped on their doorstep they never made me feel as if I was an outsider. Kaka would always ask about my activities and Kaki would always ask me about my choice of food. They had lovely children who would always be around. Since it was a small house, Kaka and Kaki had a room to them, and I had to share the room with children. 

Kaki was a good looking and plump lady, and slowly I found myself attracted to her. Though I did not understand my feelings, I always found myself dreaming of her and also trying to stay around her. Each night while going to bed I would desire being with her and every morning I would love to see her first, with her sleepy eyes and smiling face. Even during my classes I found myself more and more thinking about her. I started looking for excuses to please her, by fetching vegetables and provisions for her, asking her several times if something was needed. Kaki would always considerately tell me not to worry, Kaka would bring when he returns from work.

When every one would fall asleep, I would lay awake thinking of her -- her good looks and her luscious body. She was the most beautiful woman for me...and there were times when I would suddenly wake up from my sleep with a wet patch in front, and invariably I found that I was dreaming of Kaki, being close to her. My agony was further aggravated when I would hear Kaka and Kaki making love. I could hear Kaka jumping on Kaki and her moans and groans. And I found that such moments gave me a big hard-on and I desired that why can't it be me, making love to Kaki, woman of my dreams, rather than just hearing her husky moans. 

One night, when children had fallen on asleep and Kaka and Kaki retired to their room, I decided to peep into their act. I slowly crept near their door, it was ajar. I could barely see in the near darkness, except that the street light allowed me to see them on their bed. I saw that Kaka, who was on the far side, was caressing Kaki, who seemed to be just lying down. After a while, she unbuttoned her blouse and turned towards Kaka. He now seemed to be cupping her bare breasts in his hands and Kaki was beginning to stretch herself. Suddenly, she pulled Kaka's head on her breasts and he was now sucking lustily at those wonderful pairs. I could see things little better now -- and saw that Kaki was lying on her back, and Kaka had lifted her pavada above her waist...She seemed to be enjoying it now, and his hands were caressing her pussy. I could see Kaki's bare thighs, which I had only dreamt of so far. While they were indulging in the act of love making, I found myself stroking my cock from outside my pajama. It was becoming big and restless...next I found Kaka mounting on top of Kaki who had spread her legs wide apart -- and then he entered her. Both of them building their movements rhythmically till Kaka could not hold and pumped in and out of Kaki furiously fast and fell flat on top of her -- crushing my lovely Kaki under him. And Kaki was all along demanding push in, push hard, push harder, don't stop now, I want you all inside....I could not hold myself any longer and was busy jerking away, when suddenly I found Kaki rising from the bed and coming towards the door where I was slumped and shaking my cock. She saw me there but did not utter a word, went to the bathroom to relieve herself. In the meantime, I rushed to my bed and turned back away from the door so that she might believe that she had not seen me. 

I heard some footsteps and then I felt her fragrance and musky odour of a woman in heat...I was scared as well as turned on...I continued lying like that holding my breath till she turned back to join her husband.

I spent a sleepless night looking for excuses for being caught masturbating while peeping at their love making. Next morning, I did not dare look into her eyes, and I did not feel well. Looking at my condition, ignorant Kaka told me to skip classes and take rest. I could not tell him the reason of my being unwell, and I was scared if Kaki tells him about catching me in front of their room, he was sure to throw me out of the house. I was scared.

After the early morning rush, when children left for school and Kaka for work, I tried my best to hide away in a corner. But in a small house there are no places to hide. Then I heard Kaki calling my name, and asking me to have some tea. I went to the kitchen red-faced and did not dare look into her eyes. She was seated on a patra, and asked me sit nearby. I sat, took my glass of tea, my hands were shaking and I could not look into her eyes. She broke the ice -- I saw you were busy shaking yourself seeing me and Kaka making love.

I stuttered and said I was sorry I should not have been peeping. And she told I understand that at your age, you have sexual desires but it is normal...I felt better that she was understanding. And then she asked do you find me attractive, and as if at this point I lost my tongue. I could only nod my head. She said alright if you find your Kaki attractive I would reward you, though last night when I saw you with your cock in hands, I almost thought of calling Kaka, who might have thrown you out at that very moment. But I would be your lover, so that you learn about love making and I would have you as my slave...I was relieved and excited -- I said Kaki I have loved you all along that I have been here, I could kiss the ground you walk and I would be your slave willingly, so long as you teach me the lessons in love making.

She asked when do you wish to begin your lessons, and I, having got over my fear, said now. 

She stepped out of the kitchen, and went in her bedroom, and summoning me to follow her. Once inside, she sat at the edge and asked me start removing my clothes. I hurriedly removed them all with no feeling of shame. She spread her legs, while still clothed and pulled me closer. She wanted to assess me perhaps. Instead she gave a tender kiss, which sent a shiver down my spine and my cock started growing big. She was now caressing my back, my neck while all along her lips were seeking my lips and her tongue was lapping inside my mouth. I was ecstatic. She slowly gripped me hands and put them on her big breasts. I started rubbing, caressing squeezing those mounds. She continued tongue-fucking my mouth and I continued to grab those juicy breasts which I was dying to put my mouth on. After a while, she asked me to undress her. At last I was going to see my sexy lady naked. My hands were shivering with excitement and seeing this she gave a hearty laugh, if your hands are shaking how would you remove all that covers me. I gave a sheepish laugh and succeeded in removing all her clothes, sari, pavada, blouse and bra...

My sex goddess was now bare and inviting. Now I did not need any lessons -- I slowly made her lie down on the bed, and aggressively started kissing her, biting her lips and earlobes, and then kissing her neck I proceeded down. Her breasts were big, with dark nipples and they were standing up, as if inviting me to come suck us both. I opened my mouth wide and started licking and sucking them vigorously. She now seemed to enjoy the attention that I was giving to her boobs. At the same time, she held my hand and pulled it towards her love mound. I was touching a woman for the first time -- the feeling was unbelievable, my heart was thumping hard, my cock was straining to burst and I was all hot and sweating. And Kaki all this while was enjoying the attentions I was bestowing on her -- but she needed more.

I caressed the bushy, furry pussy, my heart almost jumping out of my chest with at that moment. I slid my fingertips on the cunt lips and they the felt soft and inviting. I slowly parted them to feel the warmth and wetness, and Kaki obliged me, she was flooded with her love juices. While my fingers were probing her cunt, my mouth was yearning to eat her pussy. And I slowly but purposefully started sliding down her bare belly, kissing her, licking her, till I reached her love hole. As I placed my mouth on her pussy, she parted her legs -- my nostrils were filled with a musky odour and my lips were wetted by her love potion. I bit her cunt lips, I licked her cunt and my tongue continued jabbing inside her cunt...till she started breathing heavily and huskily asked me -- come inside me.

I was a novice, but my bursting cock knew what to do -- I climbed on top of Kaki, she helped my cock find its destination -- her soft, wet and tight but inviting cunt. I pushed myself in her, and she helped me by relaxing -- I continued my efforts to go deeper and she allowed me still more inside, till I was pumping in and out of her, with her building her rhythms with me. I found myself in a state of bliss, when suddenly I felt that I had no control on my motions, I was furiously invading her love hole and she seemed in another world of bliss -- till we both came together. She had grabbed my back with her legs, and was taking me deeper and deeper, my pubis was rubbing against her and she was holding me tight and I was entwined into her while digging my hands deep under her. I was breathless and was seeing stars and then I came inside her while I could feel her cunt walls squeezing me dry. And I slumped on top of her, while she, having come at the same time, gave me a loving smile and hugged me tighter. I was lying on top of her as if for ages, when finally she said -- my great love maker, I hope this is only the beginning to serve me, as my slave. And I nodded, more than willingly. 



It Happened One Night



"Why don't you come with me, Mom? It will be just like it is now...except you won't have to work three jobs." They both laughed lightly at his remark. 

"I don't think so, Baby." She looked at her handsome son and smiled proudly. He had worked hard for this moment, they both had. She was happy and sad at the same time. She was happy that Jake had landed a job with one the top law firms in the country...she was sad that it meant he would be leaving. "This is my home, Baby. I belong here. Besides, what on earth would I do in New York City?" Jake started to say something then bit his tongue. How could she want to stay in this fucking one-horse town? Actually, it wasn't even a town. It was a place. 

Baker's Kirk was one of the many villages dotting the Eastern Shore of Virginia that existed for only two purposes; one, shucking...oysters, crabs, clams...and two, farming potatoes. Life was pretty simple. All the work was done by the herd of blacks, that managed to survive on their pitiful wages benevolently doled out by the town's "gracious and friendly" whites. Funny that they owned pretty much everything that didn't move. And they were so kind and forgiving to the residents that crossed over their self imposed boundaries of propriety. 

He saw the way they treated his mother...the tainted woman who must have begged her unknown rapist to use her over and over again and leave her 13 year old bruised and beaten body along the side of the road to die. Unfortunately for her rapist, she didn't die. But the town treated her like it was her fault. Her own parents all but shunned her as she grew up, caring for her son, attending school and atoning for her sins by cleaning their house incessantly...to avoid leaving any time for more mischief. Of course she had to have the baby...abortion was against God's will. Treating her like dirt was obviously fine with God. The day she turned 18 ended her prison sentence...the self righteous assholes tossed them both out on the street. What a great fucking town, he thought.

"Come on, Mom," he pleaded. "You won't have to work another day in your life. You can do anything you damn well want." This was true. Jake was a brilliant boy through no fault of her gene pool. She was country smart but Jake had a mind that amazed her. She often laughed silently, thanking God that her rapist, while not the most gentle man in the world, was at least a genius. He had given Jake the tools to get out of this town...a scholarship to Princeton, then Harvard Law School. Top of his class he was, copping a six figure starting salary that didn't start with a one. She dreaded the thought of being alone but it was time to let him live his own life and finally shed that bastard stigma that followed him around this town all his life. Small minds have very long memories. 

"Honey, I don't need a man to take care of me. You should know that. Besides, I don't think New York City folks would think too kindly of you being a mamma's boy." She chuckled softly and returned to sorting clothes in the laundry basket. 

"Think it over any way. OK...we have some time before I have to go." Jake's noticed a piece of string hanging over the side of the basket and casually reached over and pulled it. Nina's hand wasn't quick enough to stop him and when Jake's eyes widened at what he held in his hand, her face turned crimson. "Mom...wow!" He began to laugh and Nina looked for some place to crawl into and hide. Dangling from his massive hand was the tiniest pair of thong panties he had ever seen. It was simply a tiny triangle of black satin and a few thin black threads. 

"Damn, you Jake. Give me those." She reached out and snagged them from his hand. They quickly disappeared into the pocket of her house dress. Jake cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head down, a smirk on his face...silently waiting for an explanation. Nina knew he wasn't going to let her off the hook. She lowered her head and stared into the clothes basket. "They make me feel...sexy. I am a woman you know."

The smirk on Jake's face was gone. He wish he hadn't discovered her little secret, but it was too late. He struggled for something to say but the words were difficult to string together into something that wouldn't add to her embarrassment or his own. For 26 years, Nina Cooper had been just one thing, his mom. Suddenly, he was informed that she was more than that...she was a woman, a woman with the same needs and emotions that every other woman in the world had. For the first time in his life, he looked at his mother as a woman. 

She truly was a beauty...a 39 year old MILF, he thought, chuckling silently at his use of a word heretofore used exclusively for someone else's mother. Her lavish mane of raven curls framed her beautiful face perfectly. Soft features, sheathed in smooth, golden skin, pouty red lips and piercing, hazel green eyes composed a heart stopping picture. He fought the temptation to imagine her wearing those tiny panties. She was still his mother for God's sake. Just admit she's a woman, stupid. "Someone special I don't know about, Mom?" She laughed softly at his question.

"I wish...just the same old same old," she stated calmly, a hint of sadness in her voice. "I was just being silly when I bought them." Jake knew she rarely went out and when she did it was usually with a group of women she knew from work. She didn't say much about it. How could she? How could she tell her son she had been with one of the many married men in town that wouldn't glance her way during the day but would eagerly use her lush body in some cheap hotel outside of town. At first she believed them...the stories they would weave just to bed her down. But soon she realized that no one would leave his wife...no one really loved her...no one had the nerve to admit they had been out with Nina Thompson...that girl who had gotten knocked up at 13. "What are you up to tonight, Baby?" she asked, moving away from her love life without waiting for an appropriate segway. 

"I was thinking I would go over to Billy's and say good bye. Want me to stay home?" 

"No, Baby...Billy is your best friend. You need to tend to that." Billy, truly was Jake's best friend, one of the few boys that was allowed to play with Jake when they were little. They were both in the same boat, Jake and Billy. She had seen Tamika, Billy's mother, at the club. Seems the married, white men didn't mind sleeping with the help after hours. Nina almost laughed. She hadn't seen Billy's mom at all since Jake got home and she didn't have the heart to mention she knew Billy had gone off to the reserves about the same time. It appeared everyone has needs...even in Baker's Kirk. "Have a good time...and don't be too late."

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It is strange how the simplest thing can play tricks with the human mind. It is like a seed, once planted, it grows and grows, its roots traveling throughout the subconscious until it breaks through into the conscious...at the damnedest times.

"I'm gonna miss you white boy," she panted as Jake's hips began to move faster and faster. "Come on, Baby. Hit your bitches pussy with that big cock. That's it, Baby. Fuck this nigger. Fuck this nigger good." Her hands gripped his ass tightly, pushing and pulling with every stroke as Jake pounded his huge cock into her hungry cunt with a vengeance. For some reason, he was on fire tonight. 

The moment he had stepped into the door, he grabbed Tamika, pushed her onto the couch, lifted her dress and plunged his cock into her body. The surprised woman was shocked for a moment, especially when he ripped her thong panties off and suddenly stuffed her pussy full of cock meat. But she had quickly gotten into the moment, her pleasure growing with every brutal thrust. She loved his cock, worshiped the massive hunk of meat. She would miss him alright, but what she would miss the most was his cock...every damn inch. 

"God damn, Baby, don't stop. Fuck me...shit. Oh fuck...I'm cumming," she screamed, but Jake's mind was elsewhere. He was totally adsorbed in his own pleasure, a curious mixture of fantasy and fact. Something was different. Tamika was different...her pussy, her huge chocolate tits were different. His mind had spun a scene that tricked his eyes...she didn't have a face yet...parts floated in and out of his sight as he pounded into this new woman. Who the hell was she? Fuck, he still had her panties in his hand. Her scream let him know it was time to fill her pussy with cum and he let it go, spurting rope after rope of hot sticky cum into her cum sucking cunt. And as he throbbed through every delicious spasm the face began to take shape...the pieces of he puzzle fit together one by one until he finally saw her face. The shame he felt was almost painful, but he couldn't stop fucking his own mother. "Oh my God," spilled out of his mouth again and again and again until he was totally drained. 

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It was going to be one of those nights, thought Nina, as she sat naked on the bed, fresh from her nightly shower. She leaned over and pulled the tiny panties from her dress and slid them up her legs, lifting her hips as she tugged them into place. She lay back on the cool sheets and closed her eyes, letting her fingers trace over the tips of her nipples. They were already hard. One hand remained to toy with her huge, firm breasts as the other moved down over her belly. She gasped as her soft fingers slid under the panties, those wondrous panties her fantasy lover had bought for her. 

He wasn't like the others...he truly loved her, needed her and gave her everything she wanted. She gasped as his loving hands pulled her panties to the side and felt the first touch of his tongue. God she loved that...no real man had ever done that to her. She moaned as his tongue pushed in deeper, twirling around inside her pussy, tasting her juices. She was so wet for him, she always was. She groaned as he licked harder, his tongue toying with her clit, driving her crazy as he always did. She came quickly...a gentle cum...the prelude to what she knew would follow. "Now fuck me," she whispered. 

He pulled himself up and hovered over her body. His huge cock pointing down at her quivering pussy. Her tiny hand reached down and gripped his powerful cock, guiding it to the entrance of her waiting pussy. "Now," she whimpered. "Now." Wordlessly he eased his massive cock into her body, filling her like no other man ever could. She was breathless, hungry for his seed. Slowly his body began to rise and fall, his throbbing meat touching every sensitive inch of her slippery folds, bringing her closer and closer to that perfect moment. It was there...like always. "I'm coming," she screamed, and for the first time ever, she opened her eyes to see his face. "Oh my God," she screamed, as the face formed in her mind. "Oh Jake...fuck me Baby, oh God fuck me...oh God, please forgive me."

**************

Things seemed a bit odd around the house. Both of them felt it, but it didn't make sense. They avoided each other like roommates tired of the situation. They shared breakfast together every morning. Nina went to work everyday. Jake studied for his bar exam. He had planned on working during the summer but the firm insisted he just study...make sure you pass the exam. That was all they wanted him to do. The stipend the firm gave him for the summer had made things a lot easier for both of them. They even paid for him to take a review course in Fairfax Country, just to make sure. He did of course. Then it was off to New York for his final orientation. It was just what the doctor ordered. He was gone for several days and the fact that he was away from home seemed to help. The guilt he silently carried with him diminished to the point where he could rationalize it away completely. It was only natural...wasn't it? Hell every boy went through that phase. He just was a little late in getting there. And he wanted to get back home.

Nina kept busy at work and at home. The house never looked better. It appeared that housework was still her main form of penance. She even managed to spend a night out with the girls. She noticed Tamika the moment she entered the club. Nina wrote off the twinge of anger she felt and asked her to join the others. Her son was a grown man...she was a grown woman. She had had her own share of one-nighters and was hardly in any position to criticize. 

They chatted a bit...Billy was due home the next day. She was very happy about that. This was an evening for celebration, as Jake had called Nina to let her know he would be home in three days. All the ladies enjoyed a few dances with some of the regulars and each other, but Tamika was in rare form, even disappearing for a few minutes with three of the truckers that frequented the club. Nina handed her a napkin when she sat back down at the table, pointing to a creamy white, tell tale streak that anointed her cheek. Everyone laughed and teased her, though not a single judgmental remark was made. They didn't dare. They had all been there...and done that. 

Throughout the night, Nina received her fair share of attention but she just wasn't in the mood. She kept wondering if she should go home and make sure the house was spotless. And, as she sipped her last one for the road, she started to realize just how tawdry and hopeless her life had become. Maybe she should go with Jake...start over in the big city where folks accepted her sins as part of life. Getting groped on her way to her car by an ex one-nighter was the last straw. The drunk son-of-a-bitch already had his cock out and was actually shocked when she refused to fuck him in the parking lot. A strategically placed knee encouraged him to take his hands off her ass. That was it. The only decent thing in her life was on his way home. How could she let him out of her life?

**************

Nina woke up early...she wanted to give the place a quick once over before Jake got home. She dragged herself into the kitchen and headed directly for the coffee maker. She stopped and took a curious look at the table. What the hell were all those boxes? She walked over and picked up the envelope laying on top of the biggest box. "They are all for you, Mom...Your loving son, Jake." Her hands trembled as she wiped away the tears streaming down her face. 

That little shit. She laughed softly. He had managed to sneak in without waking her. He didn't take a cab all the way from Salisbury, did he? Her curiosity drew her to the window. A metallic-gray Corolla glistened in the driveway next to her more rust than car. Damn, he rented a car. All he had to do was call. Her frugality always governed her decisions for things like this. 

"It's yours, Mom. I won't need a car in the city." She was so startled by Jake's voice she almost wet herself. She turned and burst into tears, leaping into his arms. She was so overjoyed to see her boy, the words he had spoken really hadn't registered in her brain. But as she hugged him, they began to sink in.

"What did you say?" she asked, an incredulous tone in her voice. 

"It's yours." He said calmly.

"How?"

"A check."

"What?" her mind was reeling.

"Ohhhhhhhhh...did I forget to mention the seventy thousand dollar bonus for passing the exam? By the way...it really wasn't all that expensive." She had to do something about all this crying, she thought, but that could wait. She stepped back and fixed her eyes on his, nervously biting her lip...carefully choosing her words. Might as well, she thought.

"Well if you don't need a car in the city...why would I need one?" The smile on his face erased any doubts she might have had...the fear he had changed his mind or even worse...that he really didn't want her to come with him. He was honestly happy. He picked her off the floor and swung her around like a little girl then finally put her down.

"I knew it, woman. You couldn't let me leave without you," he added, chuckling softly. "Besides...I rented a two bedroom apartment...with a garage. Now open your presents." Nina was like a kid at Christmas, tearing into the boxes with abandon, her eyes widening with each item she unwrapped. She had never seen such beautiful clothes or shoes or jewelery. 

"You shouldn't have, Baby...these look so expensive."

"Nothing's too good for my best gal." She blushed, gathered her wits and smiled, her mind strong enough to block any disturbing thoughts. "You are, you know...you really are." She felt herself weaken for a second. "Hey...I'm starving. How about one of your big breakfasts?" She grinned, relieved she made it through her brief mental crisis. 

"You betcha...nothings too good for my best guy," she answered with a laugh. He was, she thought. He really was.

"You know, those crazy people in New York don't even know what grits are? Oh, I forgot. We are going out tonight and celebrate...so no lunch...OK?"

**************

Nina was excited all day...she couldn't wait. This was a special night for both of them. However, in all of the excitement, she had forgotten to call into work and let them know she wasn't coming that day. She owed them two weeks notice, which would be a pleasure to give, especially in person. She asked Jake to take her into work. Of course he fussed at her for not driving her new car so they compromised. He would go with her as a co-pilot and she would drive. After all, she had never driven anything newer that her 83 Ford. He had laughed at her but patiently went over all the new things in the car...God, AC was a gift to mankind. 

"Wait right here, Baby. It should take too long. It isn't like I run the place or anything." 

Too many few minutes had passed before Jake decided to go in and find out what was keeping his mom. He was hardly noticed as he made his way up to the administrative offices and was about to walk into her bosses office when he stopped...his mother's was obviously not happy and her boss used a tone Jake didn't care for at all. 

"I don't know, Nina. This is pretty sudden. I don't know what we are going to do without your sweet little ass around to pretty up the place. I was hoping I'd get a little piece of it sooner or later." He laughed and actually snorted like the pig he was. "Come on, Sugar. The whole town knows you aren't exactly a virgin and I hear you manage to get your share of cock down at the club. How about a little going away present for me...you owe me bitch. Your lucky I gave your whoring ass a job when no one else would...even kept you from working with them niggers on the line." The silence was broken by the distinctive sound of flesh slapping flesh. "Who the fuck are...?" Fletch Turners face turned pale the second he realized it was Jake.

Jake took a quick look to see if his mother was OK before picking the bastard up and slamming him into the wall. He was about to beat the man to a pulp until his logical mind caught up with the anger that had nearly cost him his career. Right or wrong didn't mean much in this town...but Jake knew how to hurt him worse than the pounding would. He let the pathetic man free to scurry away like a scared rat and stuff his even more pathetic cock back into his pants. He started to mutter some asinine excuse before Jake cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up you asshole. Rape is a fucking hard rap to beat, even in this shit hole. By the time I'm through with YOUR whoring ass, we'll own this god damned factory and you will be in jail, getting the fucking you deserve. Don't worry, I'll make sure your wife has enough to live on...maybe even give her a job, off the line of course, so she won't have to work with them niggers. Speaking of niggers...I think we should keep a little set aside for Billy...you do remember Billy...your son...Tamika's boy?" 

Nina sat there, her eyes nearly popping out of her head as her son crushed Turner like a water bug on the sidewalk. She had never seen this side of her son before. She didn't believe Jake could muster that level of anger or the sinister methodology he used to slice Turner into pieces. The totally beaten man didn't say a word...he simply sat in his chair with his head in his hands. 




It Happened One Night



"Why don't you just write the woman a severance check and we'll be gone...unless my mother wants to own this piece of shit." Both men looked at Nina who simply shook her head no. Turner immediately reached for his check book and began writing. Jake grinned discretely as he looked at his mom. She managed a weak smile.

Nina took the check without even looking at it, almost laughing at Turner's nervous apology and feeble good wishes he nervously muttered on their way out the door. Jake slipped his arm around his mother as they walked towards the car and opened the passenger door. "OK if I drive your car, mom?" he asked politely. She giggled softly...they both knew she was in no condition to drive. "Hey, it's your car." She shook her head and laughed again, but the serious of what could have happened suddenly hit her. She stood up on her tip toes, and kissed her shining knight on the cheek. 

"You're crazy, boy. You know that?" She stepped back and looked at his smiling face. "Thank you, Baby," she whispered. "I don't know what I would have done without you." She slid into the seat and Jake closed the door.

The ride home was pretty silent. It seemed like both of them had a few things to think over. However, when they pulled into their driveway, their pent up nerves got the best of them and they suddenly had a lot to say to each other...though neither one of them was listening to a word the other was saying. Finally Jake held up his hands in desperation. "OK, OK...you first." It was harder to talk while her son was actually listening. Nina turned her head and stared out the windshield and finally began to speak. 

"You heard what he said, didn't you?" He nodded. "Shit...I'm sorry, Jake. I feel like crap. You must think I'm awful...nothing but a slut...a dirty little..." He cut her off quickly and reached out and gently wiped away the tears that had started running down her face. 

"Hush, woman," he whispered tenderly. "The only thing that matters to me is that you've spent your entire life taking care of me...loving me...giving me everything you could to make my life happy. So you had some fun...you ARE a woman...you said so. Remember?" She couldn't stop a tiny smile from forming. Those damn panties, she thought. "Mom, it's just history. Was there some one special?" She shook her head no. 

"I was just so lonely, Baby." She sat quietly for a second then turned and looked at him almost cautiously. "Do you love Tamika?" she whispered. "A woman doesn't tell a man something like that unless they are lovers," she added. Jake laughed.

"Hell no...well I like her a lot. She's a good woman even though she is a little kinky." Nina's brow wrinkled. He realized the whole thing needed a further explanation. "Tamika told Billy...Billy told me. We were drunk, Mom." Nina shook her head, incredulous at the thought, but accepted it...Jake had never lied to her. But it bothered her that she felt strangely relieved knowing her son wasn't in love with the woman. She couldn't be jealous, for Christ's sake...this was her own son. Move on Nina, she thought. There were other things far more important than Jake fucking Tamika.

"Do you still love me, Jake?" she suddenly blurted out.

"God damn, mom...of course I do. Sometimes..." He stopped and grinned, giving her back on of her wrinkled brows. "You're not some kind of a legend in this here town are you, Mom?" She laughed and slapped his arm. 

"You little shit," she growled. "Take me some place we can dance and I'll show you who's a legend...at least on the dance floor." She grinned broadly. He'd done it again, like he always did. No matter how shitty things were, he could always make her laugh. Damn, if only she had met a man like Jake, she thought. 

"Well then, let's get ready for a night on the town. This guy's taking his best gal out to dinner... and dancing." She was beaming when she turned to get out of the car. Christ, she felt like a giddy teenager. But, as she opened the door, she turned back at looked at Jake.

"Kinky, eh?" she asked with a mock scowl. Jake shook his head and grinned wickedly.

"Uh huh. The things that woman does with her..." Nina held her hand up, palm out.

"That's more information than I need, boy. Let's go get dressed."

**************

"Well what do you think, Baby?" she asked as the spun around in front of her son. She had taken her time, far more time than usual, in getting dressed. She had chosen one of the new dresses that Jake had purchased in New York. She had almost changed her mind when she looked at herself in the mirror. It clung to every curve of her body like a second skin...she had never worn anything like it. Black spaghetti straps held up the top and the little black dress hit her mid thigh, exposing far more of her beautiful legs than she felt was decent. The bra was first to go. She didn't own a strapless, but fortunately, the dress managed to retain her huge tits in a somewhat respectable fashion. She giggled when she stood in front of the mirror and shook her chest to make sure she didn't look to slutty. Oh they moved alright, but in a kind of sensual way that sort of screamed out "Yes these puppies are real."

She turned away from the mirror and looked back over her shoulder. Her taut, perfect tear drop ass filled the dress to the limit for sure, but the granny panties had to go. She bit her lip nervously. What the hell. She went to her dresser and picked the infamous thong up and stared at it, cursing it for the thoughts it had put in her mind. She was even blushing when she hiked up her dress, pulled down the Haynes and slid the tiny garment up into place. Hell, you could barely see them with her dress up. The new thigh highs and black pumps must have been bought for this dress. 

For the first time in his life, her chatterbox couldn't say a word. He just sat there, his mouth hanging down, his eyes wide open in shock. Could this be his mom? Fuck...he knew she was good looking, but damn. Her beautiful face and trim figure were always the envy of girls ten years her junior. But this...good God almighty. She was drop dead gorgeous. 

"Holy shit. Who are you? And where the hell is my mother?" Her smile ran out of face as she listened to her son's words. She spun around again, pausing and sticking her butt out just a bit, cocking it slightly to side. She looked back over her shoulder.

"Looking for a good time sailor?" They both broke into laughter. "Come on honey, take your mamma out for a good time. I deserve it," she added with a wink. They were laughing and teasing each other with the joy they both felt for the drastic change in their lives as they moved towards the car. Moments later they were headed towards Chincoteague. They hadn't gone too far before Nina let out with a loud shriek. 

"Oh my God," she shouted. Jake was alarmed at first, but the tone in her voice was too happy. Nina had been foraging through her purse and discovered the check Turner had given her. She had nearly forgotten it. "My God, Jake...it's ten thousand dollars.!" 

"Well now you know, Mom...you have one hell of an attorney. It could be he didn't want to find out who HIS daddy was going to be." They were almost in tears from laughing. The thought of old man Turner bent over taking it hard from Daddy was too much. They finally calmed down and tried to get serious.

"Anyway...what in the world will I do with all this money?"

"Well for starters, you can buy a few more of those dresses," he teased. "On second though, maybe one's enough." He guided her eyes down to her lap with a nod of his head. Her dress had inched its way up and had exposed the tops of her thighs above her stockings. She quickly tugged it back into place, then turned and slapped his arm.

"You perv...now I know what Tamika saw in you. Just remember... I Am your mother." She quipped teasingly.

"That's getting harder and harder to do sexy lady." They laughed, of course, but there was an edge to their mood that hadn't been there before...they sensed it...it was getting harder for both of them to remember who they were.

**************

Dinner was spectacular...far to much to eat at one sitting. They sat across from each other and chatted non-stop, making plans for their move to the big city...their new apartment...should they buy new furniture...what they were going to miss from home. Looking at them, one would think they were two newly-weds planning for the future. It was obvious. The way she looked at him...the way he looked at her...the way his hand lingered on hers...the way they shared each others food. 

Nina's motherly instincts flared just once as Jake ordered a $40 bottle of wine. She bit her tongue and opted to simply enjoy the special moment. Nina had almost giggled when Jake tasted the wine. The waiter waited patiently as he savored its bouquet then swished a sip around like mouthwash. When he finally nodded yes, the young man poured them both a glass. "To my best gal...to my best guy" Clink. They both had enough food for another meal, but Jake teased her into not asking for a doggie bag. For the first time in their lives they could afford to be a bit wasteful. Besides, he added, they were going dancing...Nina grinned.

The bar was right above the restaurant, same owners, different name. Jake followed her up the stairs and couldn't restrain a low wolf whistle as watched her climb the steps. "Good grief, Jake...I can't take you anywhere." She stopped for a second and looked at him over her shoulder. "I take it I'm not bad for an old lady," she teased, rolling her hips for his benefit. She laughed softly then gasped as he lightly slapped her ass. "Careful, Baby...that felt kinda good." She could see him raise his hand again but quickly scurried up the stairs, leaving his hand to swish in the air.

"Just you wait, woman. When I get you home I'm going to give you the spanking you deserve." The sound of laughter behind them caught her by surprise and she spun around quickly. The two couples behind them were obviously amused by the situation. Her face turned beet red as. "It's not what you think," she stuttered. They laughed even louder. Jake caught up with her and slipped his arm around her waist.

"It's exactly what you think," he said with a big grin. 

"Well good luck, boy...you look like you have a handful." They could still hear them laughing as they slipped into the dimly lit bar until the door finally closed behind them. 

"You are so bad, Jake. What am I going to do with you?" She nervously bit her lip to keep from laughing as they headed towards a table near the dance floor. She felt a few pairs of eyes follow her across the floor. That made her feel good. It had been a while since she had turned so many heads. Jake appeared to have noticed too...his arm never left her waist. She sensed he was claiming his turf...even if the woman in his arm was his mother. A warm glow swept over her body. Damn, he is actually proud of her, she thought. 

They didn't even sit down before he dragged her onto the dance floor. He simply ordered a couple of drinks from a passing waitress and pointed to the table they had chosen. She knew he couldn't sit during this particular song. It was one of his favorites. She must have played it a hundred times teaching him how to dance. She smiled, remembering how she drove Jake and his date all over town the night of his junior high prom, even waiting at the curb in front of Becky Watson's house as he fumbled through his first good night kiss. Hell, it was an oldie then...ancient today.

It took a few bars to warm up, but soon they were both moving sensuously to the rhythms of "My Girl." This was the kind of song you could show your stuff with. Why not, she thought...she could always blame it on the drinks. 

A few moves later, Jake's eyes weren't the only ones in the place to discover she really was a legend on the dance floor. Her unfettered breasts moved freely under her thin dress with that distinctive jiggle that shouted 'I'm not wearing a bra.' The huge billowy mounds of flesh moved as if they had a life of their own, swaying and bouncing so deliciously, poor Jake couldn't keep his eyes off the luscious mounds of creamy flesh that threatened to pop out of her skimpy dress...mom or no mom. You could almost hear him sigh when she made them flip upward with a quick backwards snap of her shoulders. Jake's mind was drifting into another place...a place where this sensual woman was not his mother. When "breasts" became "tits," it scared him. When "tits" became "Nina's tits," it terrified him. 

Jake was an audience of one to Nina, though her other admirers were treated kindly. Her hips moved magically, churning and rolling to the sweet tempo of the music. The little bumps and grids...those faux fucking moves that flaunt a woman's prowess...made certain that more than eyebrows were rising behind her. 

The band made such a smooth transition into the next song, they just slithered into the right rhythms and kept on dancing. Nina's eyes never strayed away from Jake. Her show was all for him...this was their night, son or no son...her date. She hadn't put it all together yet, but her eyes were slowly seeing more than the little boy she had birthed...she was seeing a man...a strong and handsome man...the kind of man she had always dreamed would come into her life and sweep her off her feet. It was crazy for sure. But the lines a mother draws in the sand were becoming more blurred by the minute. One good gust of wind could wipe them out completely.

True to the song, the band turned up the heat as it approached the end of the song. And just like Tina Turner, Nina added fuel to the fire. She spun around and tapped Jake's thigh with her hip then slid her churning bottom into his groin. She was waiting for his move...how he would react. When she felt his hands grip her hips she spread her legs, lowered her hips and shoulders and ground her wondrous ass into dangerous territory. What the hell was she doing? she thought. This was her son. But any guilt she might have felt was quickly gone as she felt his cock against the cheeks of her ass. His cock felt huge. My God, what would it feel like inside her? My God, she shouldn't want him but she did. My God, she couldn't fuck him but she would. What the hell was happening? Hell, at that moment, she would have let him fuck her right there on the dance floor...son or no son. Even stranger, she wanted the man...not his cock...not a piece of meat to scratch that itch a woman needs to have scratched from time to time...my God.

Fortunately the song ended before things got completely out of hand. Nina stood up straight and leaned back against his chest, catching her breath and trying to let her emotions cool down. She still wasn't sure about where all this was going. What was he thinking? Did he still love her? She was acting like a slut. She started to step away, but Jake's hands clung to her waist and turned her around. "People usually dance face to face, Nina," he teased with a soft chuckle. She blushed slightly then shivered slightly as all the words finally sunk in. He fucking called me Nina...for the first time in his life. All kinds of thoughts ran through her mind. 

"Well...?" she asked with a sly but weak grin. Jake laughed softly and pulled her tighter and kissed the side of her face. 

"OK...OK...OK," he replied with a laugh. "My date IS a legend. And she'd better be careful."

"Why, Baby? Did I do something wrong?" she asked nervously. 

"Oh no...good lord," he quickly answered. "It's just that...I mean...uh...fuck. You're hot...really hot." Nina leaned back slightly to get a good look at his face. It was beet red. Mr. confidence was completely embarrassed. "I need a drink," he stated abruptly and took her hand and headed towards their table. Nina was grinning from ear to ear.

They emptied their glasses quickly and ordered another round. She didn't press for an explanation of what had happened...he didn't offer one. On the surface, things seemed back to normal. They danced through a set of mostly beach music and Nina made a point of keeping her legendary movements in check. The drinks kept coming and they were having the time of their lives. It was getting near closing when the lights were dimmed and the music changed to that last chance to get lucky set. Jake seemed nervous as he looked at Nina. She sensed he wanted to ask her to dance but something held him back. She didn't wait. "I'd love to," she whispered. He was all smiles as he led her back out onto the dance floor. I

It was mother and son during their first dance. That mindset even lingered halfway through the second number. Propriety seemed to be winning the battle that raged between their hearts and minds. They held each other cautiously, more distant than strangers might, until old habits slipped into play. Her hand slowly pulled free from his and moved to rest on his shoulder...his hand dropped to her waist. Her head slowly drifted into his chest, first turned outward, then up into the crook of his neck. His hands came to rest on that little shelf and the bottom of her spine. 

Another song began with fingers already in his hair, gently rubbing the back of his neck and with fingers discreetly kneading the tops of her cheeks. Men are so much alike, she thought as a tactile search party sought vainly to discover the telltale edges of underwear beneath her dress. "You little tease...you wore them tonight," he whispered. 

"Uh huh," she answered. "Do you think I'm naughty?" He laughed and pulled her tighter against his body. 

"No comment...but should I ask why?" He felt her shift her body just enough to be right there...she knew it...he knew it. 

"No comment," she quipped, leaning back to look at him directly. Of course that pressed her own right there against his right there. He swallowed...she swallowed. "Are you going to tell me what you were thinking earlier?" she asked. 

Granted, he was confused, so emotionally conflicted that his mind was incapable of forming too many rational thoughts at that moment. He had slowly been reduced to a mass of tightly wound nerves by a woman that heretofore had been untouchable. At that moment, what he really wanted was forbidden by law, tradition and everything he had ever been taught about life. But he couldn't lie...he wouldn't lie. This could be the worst moment in his life...or the best. The knot in his stomach tightened as he leaned forward and moved his lips up to her ear.

"I was thinking about you. I was thinking about you in those damned panties of yours. And...I was thinking about what it would be like...you know." His raw honesty stunned her. She hadn't been ready for him to be quite so candid. She melted. She stared into his eyes as their bodies drifted back and forth to the music. She couldn't breathe and she was certain her heart had stopped for a moment. Finally, she was able to take a deep breath. 

"I think it's time to go home." The calmness in her voice totally crushed her son. He watched her turn away and leave as he hurriedly paid the bill and picked up her purse. She was waiting inside the car. The trip home was in total silence.

When they arrived, she immediately got out of the car unlocked the front door and closed it behind her. Jake sat alone, trembling, afraid to face her. He finally mustered enough courage to venture inside. He kicked the door shut and gazed around the room. She wasn't there. She must have gone and locked herself in her bedroom...disgusted with him, or even worse afraid of what he might do. What the fuck had he done. The Harvard boy had misread every fucking thing. 

"Looking for me?" He nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned and saw her leaning back against the door. He started to speak but she hushed him with a single finger pressed against his lips. She almost broke into tears at the pain she saw in her son's face. "Oh, Baby, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have teased you like I did. I forgot who you were. But the way you treated me...the way you looked at me made me feel alive. But what you want...what we both want...is all wrong, Baby." He started to speak again...the fear, the shame and the pain were beginning to disappear on hearing her words, but she hushed him again. 




It Happened One Night



"Baby, please listen. It's so wrong. It will fuck everything up between us. You know how much I love you. But I can't fall in love with you and I can't be just a piece of ass to the only man I have ever loved in my life. Do you understand?" The tears began to flow from her eyes and the cloud of sadness that had always hovered over her began blocking out the sun again. Jake's confusion had all but disappeared. What had he been thinking? His powerful hand reached up and gently wiped away the tears from her face. 

"I understand, Mom. I understand." They stood there in silence, bracing themselves against the storm of thoughts and emotions that pounded their minds. It was like a tornado had passed over them, leaving everything upside down and twisted, sucking every trace of their lives up into the swirling funnel of debris. "Fuck it. I don't understand." 

Jake's hand slid behind her neck. Resistance was a micro-thought so quickly dismissed it was never truly formed. A hungry tongue pushed into her mouth as fumbling hands groped, squeezed and frantically removed any obstacle that might keep their bodies apart. With a single grunt, a gasp of surprise...it happened. 

They stood there, his hands under her naked cheeks, her legs tightly wound around his hips, his massive cock throbbing inside her womb. They stared at each other in total silence, her body flattened against the door that kept them from the outside world. They just stood there, tartled at what had happened, overwhelmed by its significance and fearful of what it all meant. Slowly, ever so slowly, they began to move...tentative strokes...in and out...in and out. She gripped him tightly inside her slippery folds, as if fearful he would escape. He pumped slowly, fearful she would change her mind. But nothing could stop the passion that was building or dull the excruciating pleasure that grew with each quickening thrust of their hips. Finally, two softly whispered words broke their silence. "Fuck me," she hissed. 

She screamed in unmistakable pleasure as he plowed his cock into her hungry cunt, filling her belly like no other man had ever done. Again and again he pounded into her body, holding her like a toy in his hands, working her body as he bid her command. "Oh my god," she screamed as he fucked her faster and faster, harder and harder, driving her closer and closer to the end. As it approached, fiery words of passion, desire and commitment were thrown into the mix of grunts, sighs and the deliciously wet sounds of fucking. When it came, it came without any grace or subtlety. Grunting, cussing, clawing, growling animals were unleashed as a torrent of cum gushed into her womb to mix with an ocean of pussy juice. 

Finally, as his knees began to weaken, she let her legs slide down his body and rested her feet on the floor. Her head rested against the door as she slowly got her breath back. Her eyes were closed. Finally, she opened one eye and peeked at her son's face. He looked dazed, a bit confused but managed a weak smile. Slowly his smile turned into a broad grin.

"Was that good for you, Baby?" Nina couldn't help but laugh. They would probably laugh at some future time as they reminisced about their "first" time. But they both realized that it had been perfect. 

"You smart-ass." She laughed softly and nestled into his arms. She was surprised his cock was still rock hard. It pressed into her belly head up. From the amount of cum dripping down the insides of her thighs there was no doubt he had cum, but damn, did he ever get soft?. "Gonna spend the night, lover?" she asked timidly. She couldn't just beg him to fuck her again, could she? But, as soon as she'd extended her not to subtle invitation, it dawned on her that she'd never spent the night with a man since Jake was born. Goosebumps appeared as she savored the thought of waking up next to his beautiful body. When he laughed softly, she knew her subtlety wasn't quite enough to conceal her true motive.

"Did you really think I was only going to fuck you once?" he whispered, grinding his cock gently against her belly. "Besides, I need to tame you...make you my bitch." he teased.

"Jacob William Cooper, what am I going to do with you? First you seduce your own mother. Then, you talk to her like she was one of your hussies." Even while in heat, she couldn't keep from teasing back...that was their way, and it all seemed so natural. My god, how could fucking your own son seem so right. 

"Emmmmmmmm, my own little hussy. I like that," he mused. "I just might keep you around." He dropped his hands to her lush cheeks and squeezed them gently, pulling her tighter against his throbbing meat. She moaned softly and moved her hips from side to side. 

"Keep me around?" she growled. "Pretty cocky, aren't we? Well trust me, you won't be the first man to try." She tried to catch the words and pull them back. She didn't want to bring up her somewhat wicked past, but it was too late. She paused for a moment then spoke in a serious and tentative tone. "Baby, does it bother you...knowing I've been, shall we say, naughty? I mean, really naughty?" She swallowed hard, realizing she might have opened up Pandora's box. What if? 

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh," he whispered?. "We both have baggage, mom, and in a few days we're leaving it all behind. Any ways, it kinda turns me on," he added with a soft smile. She started to say something again, but he placed his finger over her lips. "Now let's go to bed." She knew he was right. Neither one of them had been saints...and right now, being a sinner seemed so much better. 

**************

Nina smiled when she opened her eyes and discovered Jake beside her. He lay on his side, elbow planted firmly and propping up his head. The light that filtered through the gauzy window shade cast a gentle light on their bodies. He seemed somber and reflective. She began to worry. 

"Are you OK?" she asked, reaching out to cup his face and rub his chin gently with her thumb. He grinned and shook his head yes. She squinted her eyes. "You sure? Not weirded out or anything?" 

"Nope. What about you? Any regrets?" he asked.

"No regrets. It just seemed like you had something on your mind."

"I actually did...was thinking about how you seduced me last night...lured me into making love to you pretty much all night...wearing those damned little panties under your dress."

"You little shit." He vainly tried to escape her playful slap to his hip. " I did not. As a matter of fact, you seduced me." She smiled and leaned into him, kissing him tenderly. He slid his hand behind her neck and kissed her back...deeply, tasting her like only a lover would do. That kiss told her that there was no need to worry. It felt so right. Fuck...It was right. He gently pushed her back onto the bed and pulled the covers off her body.

"God, your beautiful, woman," he gasped. "Come here...look at yourself...see how fucking beautiful you are." He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed, guiding her to the front of the mirror. He stood behind her and turned her to face the mirror. His large, rugged frame was the perfect backdrop for her long graceful body. Her huge, perfect, pear shaped breasts pushed out proudly from her chest...trembling mounds of flesh, capped with wide, puffy aureola that covered nearly a third of her creamy tits. Her dark nipples, taut with excitement screamed kiss me. Her waspish waist and girlish hips flowed smoothly into her long, perfectly sculpted legs. She smiled...she still had that space between the tops of her thighs. Nina arched her back and offered her beautiful tits up to his reflection. She couldn't deny she was pretty. But more important was the fact Jake thought she was beautiful. Her head began to swell with pride and that warm feeling began to grow in her belly.

"You like them, Baby?" she purred, cupping them gently and jiggling them in her hands. "You couldn't get enough of them when you were a baby. You used to chew them like candy." She shuddered when she felt his cock slide between her thighs twitch and press up against her moistening pussy. She began to squirm as his hands moved up and pushed hers away, taking her ripe tits in his hands. She shuddered when he pinched her nipples. 

"Fucking gorgeous," he whispered into her ear. "You always shave?" he blurted out incredulously. She couldn't help but giggle.

"First time ever, " she groaned as slowly began to pump his thick cock back and forth, rubbing the top of the rigid shaft between her puffy lips. "Just for you," she moaned softly. She was beginning to get wet and leak her juices onto his beautiful cock. "I thought you might like it," she whispered. 

"You're a sexy little bitch, woman. And you know it." he laughed, pulling a hand away from her tit and smacking her playfully on her ass. 

"Ouch," she squealed. "You treat all your women this way?" she teased. 

"Don't have any other woman," he answered correctly. She smiled and reached down between her legs and lightly ran her finger tips over the huge knob of his cock. 

"Really? Not even Tameka?" she asked coyly, even though they had agreed to forget the past. "She always bragged about having a young stud to keep her happy...very, very happy." She reached down and brushed the tips of her fingers over the glistening head of his cock. "Tell me the truth, Baby. Be honest, I've got to know...understand? Humor me." He groaned as she gripped him and began to slowly stroke his cock, rubbing it up against her mound.

"Nina Leigh Cooper, you can be a real pain in the ass sometimes...OK, secret time." He paused then continued carefully. "She wasn't lying...she does have a young stud. But it's not me, it's Billy. And before he left, he asked me to keep her happy and out of trouble while he was gone. He knows his mamma too damn well...and he trusted me not to get all hung up with his woman. Now, are you still jealous?" he asked bluntly.

"Jealous? Me?" She laughed softly. "Was I that obvious?" she asked, a bit embarrassed she'd obliquely admitted she had been. Knowing Jake wasn't in love with the woman was a relief...that wouldn't have set well, not at all. "I'm sorry, Baby."

"Good," he growled. "You're forgiven." She freed her self and turned, nestling her body in his arms. She ran her fingers over his chest and looked into his face, squinting her eyes and pursing her lips out in a humorous attempt at intimidation.

"You in love with me yet? Ouch!" she shrieked again as he slapped her ass for the second time. "Well?... Ouch! Damn it....Ouch! Be careful, I'm starting to like that...Ouch!" Jake spun her around and pushed her back. She landed awkwardly on the bed. She stared up at him, adjusted herself into a more alluring position and stuck out her tongue, taunting him impishly. This was new...having fun and sex at the same time. Even though it scared her a bit that she actually had started to enjoy the spanking part. Finding out how much would have to wait. Right now, her beautiful son stood over her, his hard cock dancing to the beat of his heart. And from the look in his eyes, it wouldn't be long before that huge hunk of man meat would be tearing her up again.

He had fucked her three more times before they had fallen asleep. Actually, she recalled, he had made love to her. 

"Touch yourself, woman." The tone of his voice surprised her...strong yet gentle, but styled to leave her no other choice but to obey. He was taking control, but far from disliking his assertion of power, she reveled in it. That scared her even more.  

She had never done this in front of anyone. This act was a private thing lonely women didn't even mention to their friends. A flush of embarrassment spread across her face...as her hand moved slowly down between her thighs, then lighted on her silky smooth mound. One delicate finger cautiously pushed it up into her slit. Her mouth hung open slightly and her tongue slowly circled her pouty lips as the pleasure her own fingers induce spread across her loins. Her hips began to squirm and her legs opened a little wider as she began to finger her clit. 

"You want this, Baby?" she whispered. "Want to put your big cock inside mamma's pussy and fuck her good?" He didn't say a word. He just stood there. And, though Nina couldn't believe his cock could get any bigger, it did. That alone was enough to make her continue. She boldly reached down with her other hand and pulled her swollen labia apart, baring the glistening inner walls of her dripping cunt, opening herself up to her man for the first time. Jake suddenly dropped to his knees at the side of the bed. He pulled her forward until her cheeks were slightly over the edge of the mattress and slid his body between her wide spread thighs. As his head lowered, she realized exactly what he was going to do. Her eyes closed as she silently begged this wasn't one of her dreams. The second his tongue slid between her pussy lips, she knew it wasn't. "Oh fuck," she gasped as his thick tongue pushed into her wet folds

"You drive me crazy," he murmured into her flesh as he slurped away at her slippery cunt. He growled as he pushed his face into her quivering flesh, wetting his entire face with her pussy juice. He hungrily licked and probed and chewed her searing flesh as if possessed, driving Nina into a frenzied state of euphoria. It was impossible for her not to scream as his lips captured her swollen clit and sucked it into his mouth, sucking the taut nub of flesh like a tiny cock.. 

She was beginning to lose it. She squeezed the edge of the mattress so tightly her fingers turned white. Her breathing transformed into an almost constant hiss of pleasure as Jake feasted on her flesh like a starving man. She had never felt such exquisite pleasure...mind bending sensations washed across her body constantly, pricking her skin like a million tiny lightening bolts. All the years of pointless, sapless sex had been washed away in one day. She would follow this man, her son, her lover, to the ends of the earth. She belonged to him. Her hands moved to the the back of his head and pulled him ruthlessly against her smoldering flesh. "Oh fuck...eat me, Baby...eat me," she begged as she lifted her hips to meet his probing tongue. "Oh fuck...I'm cumming," she screamed. 

Her first orgasm came without warning. She screamed, its intensity overwhelming her, making her shake uncontrollably as it crashed over her like a Tsunami. His cock had driven her insane. His tongue pushed her completely over the edge. Her legs locked around his head as her body arched up off the bed, driving her molten cunt against his mouth. Hot, syrupy juices leaked out of her pussy, spreading over her fleshy cunt, into the crack of her ass. Her body froze as the peak hit. But, as she started to come down, the tide reversed itself again. 

She had barely recovered from her first orgasm, when the second started. This one was different...it seemed to hover above her, lashing out at times, gently teasing at others. It lasted for what seemed to be an eternity and when the peak hit, it left her whimpering, exhausted, drained...her mind drifting in a haze of confusion, wondering if she had just left some surreal world of mindless pleasure. She wanted to rest...she needed to rest, but Jake's tongue was relentless. It was hard to believe that his incredible tongue could be spurned but the tingling of her clit was almost tortuous. Suddenly her mind was shocked back into reality. 

Her eyes flew open at the first touch of his tongue against her anus and she instinctively pulled away. But his powerful hands held her fast and pulled her back. "Oh fuck," she screamed. "Oh my god, Jake. What...what...oh fuck. Shit...oh...oh...oh my god." Her words became nothing more than gurgled sounds as he pushed his tongue deep into her ass. Nothing so wicked, so wanton had ever even entered her mind in her most vile fantasies, but the raw pleasure, the primal lust his tongue produced could not be denied. Her body began to respond. 

"Oh Jake, sweet Jesus. God damn, that's nasty...so fucking wicked. Damn you, lick my ass, Baby. Lick it." She stiffened slightly as he lifted her hips up and pulled her cheeks open even wider and slowly ran his wet tongue up and down the crack of her ass. He pushed his face into the damp crack and focused his oral assault on her crinkly ring. He would pause, teasing her asshole with the tip of his tongue, then plunge it in quickly...pulling it out only to stuff it back in and hungrily explore her nasty hole. 

"Fuck," she hissed. "It feels so good. Damn!" Nina was shocked at her wanton response to this new and sinful delight. She shamelessly squirmed and bucked her ass back against his mouth in a feigned rhythm of fucking...hoping to drive his thick tongue even deeper into her bowels. He was turning her into a whore...his own personal whore...and she loved it. From the moment he first fucked her, fucked her senseless with his huge cock, sex had turned from occasionally relieving an itch in her pussy to an overwhelming need to satisfy her man. And what a nasty, wicked man he was. She didn't want to know where, how or with whom he got there. She would just be whatever he wanted. She was a mass of nerves ready to explode and unravel when he suddenly stopped. He pushed himself away, rose back up onto his feet and stood there, his lips curled in a wicked smile. 

"Why did you stop, Baby?" she panted. She watched his eyes roam over her body. "I never felt anything like that." She glanced down at his cock, cum dripping from the tip...pushing out from his loins like a giant snake. He really was huge. She licked her lips. She wanted to suck it...something else she had never wanted to do. She smiled at her son and the tone over her voice took on a teasing lilt. "My god, Jake. I can't believe I raised such a dirty little..." 

"Turn over, woman," he commanded, cutting her off. Her eyes widened. She bit her lower lip nervously. She knew what was going to happen, though one drunken attempt was the sum total of her experience...a painful and unsuccessful attempt. But she obeyed without hesitation. She rolled over onto her belly and instinctively lifted herself up onto her hands and knees. "Beautiful," he gasped. "You're fucking beautiful." His words thrilled her, empowered her, excited the whore she'd kept at bay all her life. Her hips began to sway back and forth, giving a subtle hint her lush ass was his to use. She was afraid, but suddenly willing to take his cock into her bowels. Truth being, she wanted his cock inside her ass. 

She shivered when she felt his hands touch her ass cheeks. They moved lightly over her silky skin, almost tickling her until she felt the slap sting her flesh. She moaned, not in pain, but in pleasure. She lowered her head to the mattress and lifted her ass up higher in hopes of more. He didn't disappoint his mother and briskly slapped her quivering ass, making her moan. 

"You really do like it, don't you Mom? I'm glad, because I like it a lot." He reached down between her wide spread thighs and cupped her dripping cunt, pushing two fingers deep into the slippery folds. She gasped when he pulled them out and began smearing her juices over her tightly clenched anus. "I like a lot of things, Mom, a lot of wicked things, dirty things...things you never dreamed of." She groaned softly when he slowly began to ease his finger tip into her asshole. "I want you to like them too, Mom. I think you will. Do you like this?" he whispered as he pushed his finger into her asshole past the second knuckle."

"Yessssssssssssssss," she gasped, wiggling her butt back against his probe. He slapped her lightly with his free hand and pushed his finger in completely. She was surprised how good it felt, the newness of it, the adjunct thrill of doing something so wicked began to heat her emotions to the boiling point. "A little more, Baby," she begged, clenching her anal muscles around his finger. 




It Happened One Night



"I hate being right all the time," he teased. "You like it a lot. You're just a dirty little girl...just like the dirty little boy you raised." She winced when another finger joined its twin inside her ass. "Hurt?" he asked, almost sounding pleased at her reaction. 

"Uh huh...but just a little, Baby. But don't stop. It's so fucking nasty I love it. Fuck!" she growled as he began pumping his fingers in and out of her asshole. She was panting like a birthing mother trying to ease the pain until, and just as before, the pain quickly subsided. Finally, feeling a bit more comfortable, she began to push her ass back against his hand, silently begging him for more. "God damn, that feels too good" she cooed. "I guess I am a dirty little girl," she said, laughing softly. "Mr. Jake, You want to be my daddy?" she asked coyly, the hint of a giggle escaping from her lips. Jake couldn't help but chuckle at her bit of prison humor. 

"Oh, I'll be a whole lot more than your daddy, woman and I have a feeling you are going to love being my bitch." Nina groaned as he twisted his thick fingers inside her ass. "You know what's coming, don't you," he growled wickedly, slowly pulling his fingers from her gaping rectum. The cool air ruched into her bowels, leaving her with a strange empty feeling. "Tell me, Baby." She felt his breath on her ass and his tongue slowly moving between her cheeks. She was trembling in anticipation...almost to anxious to respond.

"Your going to fuck me, Daddy, in the ass," she whimpered, the words "in the ass" lingering in the air. She felt him move behind her, then nearly screamed when she felt his thick tongue plunge into her gaping asshole. "Oh God....fuck....fuck....fuck. You're sooooooo fucking nasty. Eat it...fuck...eat my ass, you nasty boy. She reached back and grabbed her own cheeks, pulling them apart to set the table for his feast. The sensations his tongue produced were driving her insane...she wanted more...she wanted it deeper...she wanted it harder. Suddenly it dawned on her that only one thing could fill the need she was experiencing. 

She could only think he was reading her mind when he pulled his head back and stood directly behind her and pressed his massive cock against her ass. His hands held her hips as he guided the tip of his blood filled cock to the entrance of her bowels. The plum shaped head pressed into the hole, met the edge of the tautly stretched ring of muscle and nestled itself at the opening. Only the tip of the bulbous head rested withing her anal passage. The huge shaft seemed like an ominous weapon poised at the tiny hole. How the fuck could it possibly fit? He gripped her hips tightly and pushed slowly, easing a tiny bit more of his massive cock into her ass. 

"Isn't this what you want, Baby?" He pushed a little more. "Who's your daddy?" he asked with a wicked laugh. Nina swallowed hard. This was more than sex...this was changing who they were and who they would be. "Gotta tell me," he growled. She took a deep breath, paused, then whispered the words he wanted to hear.

"You are, Jake." She whimpered softly as he pushed his cock in a little more. 

"I cant hear you, Baby." He slapped her ass once, then again, stinging her jiggling cheeks. She gasped as the sweet tingling rippled through her and her entire body began to tremble. Too many emotions flooded her mind...anger, lust, love...she needed to be fucked and she would beg for it. That sweet bastard of hers had managed to do something no man had ever done before.

"You're my daddy, god damn you," she screamed. "Now fuck me, Baby. Make me your bitch. Make me your woman. I need your fucking cock in my ass." As if on command, with one powerful thrust of his hips, his huge cock was completely buried inside her steamy ass. Nina screamed in a curious mixture of pain, pleasure and relief. She could barely breathe. Of course it hurt. She felt as if she was being ripped in half. She knew that the pleasure would come, but at that moment, all she could think was how much she loved this man. 

What strange things love can accomplish. At its worst, the pain meant nothing. At its peak, her lust meant nothing. The only thing that she wanted to do was please Jake...to feel his body touch hers...to caress his cock with her slippery bowels...to feel his sperm fill her anal passage and covet his creamy load like a treasure. There was no price to high to pay for the pleasure she felt in giving him something no man had ever had before. The thought soothed her body and soon transformed the burning into pleasure and within moments she was lifting her body up to meet his powerful thrusts. "Fuck me Jake...fuck me harder," she begged. 

Make no mistake, this glorious fuck defined sex. It was raw, passionate, nasty, wicked fucking. Ever fuck when it seemed your whole body was your cock or your pussy...when deep inside was never deep enough...when your nipples ignited at the slightest touch of his hands and sent a jolt of fire directly to your belly...when the silky feel of her ass rubbing across your loins made your cock swell and throb against her sheathing flesh? This was that fuck. He was fucking her...making her his woman...taking her like an animal. She was fucking him...giving herself to her mate in a primal way that had no limits...every movement begging him for more. They understood this instinctively...we all do. And this is what made all those grunts and pants, the slapping of sweaty flesh, the deep thrusts of his gnarled, throbbing cock in and out of her filthy bowels...lovemaking.

Then it happened. And when it did their world changed. 

**************

Nina thrived in the big city. In a few months she moved about the Big Apple like a native. Their age difference didn't seem to matter much. After all, this was New York City. Jake spent most of his time carving out a niche in the firm and was quickly recognized as an up and coming associate on track to an early partnership. She spent most of her time turning their apartment into a palace, ever mindful of the money and bargain hunting in those hidden shops scattered about the city. Amazingly, she had never seen Jake's office nor met anyone of his colleagues. It was about time he invited her down town. When he finally asked her, the look on her face told him he should have done it a lot sooner. She was bubbling with excitement the moment she woke up. Dinner and a show on Broadway. Hell they could afford it. They could meet at the bar below his office and he could show her around before dinner. 

Jake entered "Barristers" in time to get the last table. The place was packed even more than usual. He ordered a drink and waited for Nina to arrive. Suddenly he heard a familiar voice call out his name. "Jake my boy...I hope you don't mind, but we need a drink. It's been a rough week." He was a bit startled to find the four senior partners standing around his table obviously needing a place to sit down. He really didn't have much of a choice and graciously motioned for them to take a seat. It was a bit awkward at first but having a common law school did wonders to break the ice. They were soon drinking like old friends and reminiscing about their days at Harvard and remarking about the physical attributes of the women that passed by their table.  

Nina was late. She had mentioned she would be coming from a doctor's appointment and knowing how slow doctors can be and certain she was in good health, he wasn't concerned. She took good care of herself at home and had immediately found a family doctor for both of them. As guilty as it made him feel...he was concerned about how his bosses, four of the most prominent and wealthy lawyers in town, would react to his less than sophisticated mother. He was tempted to slip away and intercept her. That realization almost made him kick his own ass. Fuck it. They could shove it up their collective asses. 

"Fuck me gently, Gabe." Mathew Thompson nudged his partner in the ribs and nodded in the direction of the door. "Let's hope her date was hit by a cab." Everyone laughed as their eyes feasted on the delicious woman chatting with the hostess. She turned directly towards their table and smiled, almost as if she had heard their remarks, then slowly headed in their direction. "Fuck...she wants me," he laughed. "Where the hell is my Viagra?" Their raucous laughter quickly turned to silence when she stopped at their table and placed her hand on Jake's shoulder. 

"Good evening, Gentlemen...Hi, Honey. Been waiting long?" She leaned over and kissed Jake lightly on the cheek. The expressions on their faces was a mixture of envy, embarrassment and astonishment. They bolted up and stood waiting for their introductions. Jake realized it was time to anti-up or fold. He owed it to her and to himself. He shivered as the words spilled out. This time the Harvard boy got it exactly right.

"Gentlemen, this is Nina, my wife."



It Happened One Night



I slammed Richard's car door and stormed off. He rolled down the window.

"Bitch!" he shouted, loud enough for everyone on my block to hear. 

His tires screeched as he hit the gas.

Richard was supposed to take me out on a date and have me home by 12am. I looked at the cracked screen of my cellphone. It read 2am. They were having classic movie night under the stars in Springfield Park, there were showing Now Voyager with Paul Henreid and Bette Davis. I told my mom and brother I wouldn't be out too late. I tried not to replay everything that happened in the car, but I could feel a bruise forming on my back where Richard tried to press me into the dashboard. I still tasted his blood in my mouth from when I bit down on his lip. I had said no, twice, and I meant it. He was lucky that I didn't do more than break his nose, punch him in the nuts and bite his lip. 

The straps on my dress were broken.

The kitchen light was still on when I cracked open the door, but the house was quiet. Everyone was asleep. I wasn't religious, but I thanked God Mathew wasn't awake to see the state I was in. He attended the same university as Richard and probably knew exactly what dorm to find him in. Mathew had a temper as it was, always getting in trouble for something. He'd kill Richard and wind up on CNN. 

The stairs creaked under my weight. I quickly ascended them. I got to my room, stripped, hoped into the shower and let the steam take me over. The streams of hot water stung the bruises forming on my back. I knew better than to go out with him anyway, my brother warned me. He said Richard had a reputation. I thought that was an ambiguous term. Reputation implied that he knew women, how to work them up and get them all hot and bother, and in the mood. Not drag them into a seedy back alley, park his car and grope them from behind his steering wheel. I was so disappointed. After flirting on the phone for weeks, I'd finally worked up the nerve to ask him out. That might've been where I went wrong, asking him out. Mom always said a woman should never ask out a man, but after taking my freshman feminism course I thought the hell with it. I now had to admit it, I was more than disappointed, but more in myself. I was forcing myself to be something I wasn't. 

I never felt like any of the other girls when I was in high school, it got worse when I started college. I wasn't like them, I wasn't girly. They wore heels, I wore sneakers. They wore skinny jeans, I wore sweatpants. They played volleyball, I started a touch football team. Even more embarrassing, I wasn't experienced in a certain department that made the other girls in my dorm grab a jar of Nutella and sit on the couch in a circle, sharing stories... I'd never had sex. I was a virgin. A big, fat, tomboy with a dusty vagina. My roommate asked me if I was gay and I told her no (though I had a mega crush on Beyonce). I made a note to explore that one day, but my reasons were my own.

It's not that I'd never been asked out before, because I had, just not by anyone I wanted to go out with. I didn't date just to be going out on a date. Dad said that it's better to be single and alone, rather than frivolous. And the right guy might see me with the wrong guy and we'd never connect. Of course, maybe dad was being overprotective in a passive way but something about what he said made sense. He held the same beliefs about virginity. He pushed for me and Matt to have healthy sex lives, so he never taught us abstinence per se, he just asked that we wait until we found the right one. No matter who we chose, he asked that we felt it in our heart, that there was more behind it than raging hormones. He waited for Mom. He said he hoped I found a smart man who respected me and cared, the one. I thought Richard would be the one. I was attracted to him, he seemed smart with all of the things he talked about (nothing was more unattractive than a meathead), and he listened to me like he seemed to care. So I thought, I don't know, losing it to him not have been so bad.

Now, I didn't know if I ever wanted to loose it. 

My stomach rumbled.

I slid on a pair of basketball shorts and a baggy t-shirt. I put on my comfort socks, the ones I stole from Matt. They came all the way up to my knees. They were for soccer, but every time I missed Matt, I'd wear them and they made me feel safe. I was glad he was home from college for the week. I finally had someone to go see that new action movie with. I descended the stairs before they had a chance to creak again. I made it to the kitchen and smiled proudly as I recalled the look on Richard's face when my fist made contact with his nuts. I laughed. I beamed. I had taken care of myself. Dad would've given me a high-five, after taking his shot gun from the case. I did a happy dance. I was in such reverie I missed the slither of light peaking over the refrigerator door. I bumped straight into it and banged someone into the racks. My brother's college roommate, Devin, poked his head up from the other side.

"The hell?" he said, agitated.

"What are you doing here?" I said, belligerently.

Matt didn't mention he was bringing someone home with him, certainly not Devin. 

"Some apology."

He rubbed his head. 

"Who said I was giving one?"

So, this is where I say I can't stand Matt's obnoxiously hot douchebag roommate who has mooched around our house every holiday since his freshman year. The first time Matt came home for Fall Break with Devin, I thought Devin was the absolute hottest man alive. I didn't normally pay much attention to Matt's other friends, because they were all the same, all like Matt. This one was different. Devin was smart. Mom liked him the second he passed through our front door. I guess he kind of reminded everyone of dad. He had the same sense of humor as dad, that same boyish grin, they were both tall and Devin even came from the same hometown. What struck me the most about him was how comfortable he seemed to get with our family and how fairly quickly we seemed to get comfortable with him. That was just like dad too, making friends with everyone, even if they couldn't stand him. If dad were still alive, he would've probably loved Devin too. 

The year Breaking Bad had just premiered Devin came home with Matt. From the first episode I knew who the show alluded to. He was my favorite poet. Mom couldn't figure out why Walter White's name sounded so familiar to her. At the same time Devin and I both said, "Walt Whitman". 

At that moment, I could have sworn I felt a spark.

It might've been cute, if he didn't look so humiliated. A few minutes later I had gotten up to use the bathroom at the end of the hall and overheard Devin in the kitchen asking Matt if I was on Weight Watchers. My brother caught my eye as I walked by them, cheeks flushed. I wondered why it was that the hottest boys were the most douchiest. Ever since that moment, I hated Devin's guts but he became like a best friend to Matt and, by default, like a brother to me. A brother who I wanted to skate out onto a frozen lake and push onto thin ice like in The Good Son. Mom thought Devin was an angel, sent to Matt and our family to bring us together. It was no secret that Matt didn't want to go to college, especially since he had taken the loans and was supposed to start at the end of the summer when dad died. Matt would call home, crying a lot, which I know can grate on even the best roommate's nerves but Devin didn't seem to mind. He wasn't like Devin's other friends, he was comfortable with people expressing their feelings. Mom would call Devin sometimes just to ask him about Matt and she'd wind up on the phone for hours. Still, I harbored anger towards Devin. I'd never forget the sting of his words. Yet, Devin was family. 

The way I was feeling after my date with Richard, Devin was lucky I didn't smash the refrigerator door against his head on purpose, but he'd probably ask what was wrong and he was so damn disarming, I'd end up telling him. I shook my head to myself, deciding it wasn't the time. Mom had made fried chicken for dinner. Matt took out the bowl and put it on the kitchen island. He didn't bother to bring down a plate, he ate straight from the bowl. I threw shade out of the corner of my eye. It was unfair how some people could look hot even will doing the most fattiest of things, like standing shirtless in front of a bowl of greasy poultry, nibbling on two drumsticks at once. His body was superhuman. As he swallowed the chicken I could see it slowly make its way down his throat. It traveled past his broad shoulders and caused each tight muscle in his abdomen to clench as it went down. Watching him eat was like watching the Discovery Channel. His perfect, white teeth barred down on the fleshy fried chicken and pulled the meat from the bone with grace. I grabbed a paper towel and reached for the bowl, but he cradled it in his hands like a quarterback. He blocked me. 

"Not enough to go around," he said with a mouth full of chicken, but that was a lie. 

There were two whole pieces left.

"This isn't your house," I snapped. 

He smiled. 

"Didn't you have enough to eat while you were out with Richard?"

I grabbed a Coke out of the pantry and smacked him upside the head as I walked out. He cussed under his breath. I wanted to sit in the living room and watch television on the large flat screen, but it was late and I didn't want to wake everyone up. I walked in the opposite direction, flipping Devin the bird as I passed the kitchen again. I hadn't sat in Dad's study since the day of his funeral. I felt a sudden pang of guilt. Abandoning the study felt like I was abandoning Dad. The study was more "our" place together rather than "his". I loved mom, but I had to admit she wasn't my favorite of the two. Every kid had their favorite parent. Mine was dad and Matt's was mom. Dad even said it once, that I was his favorite. Though his room was dark and hadn't been sat in for a while, it still held his warmth. Tonight, after what happened to Richard, I missed my father. I went to Dad's large DVD collection of classic cinema. He was the one who got me into watching black and white movies. It started with his westerns, so he could assert his masculinity, but a majority of his movies were romance and melodramas. His favorite actress was Bette Davis. He said she wasn't traditionally beautiful, but there was something about her that captured a room. He said I was like Bette Davis. Our favorite movie was Now Voyager. I ran my finger along the dusty shelf until I came to the title. Dad let me arrange his DVDs by a dewey decimal system, because I wanted to be a librarian in middle school. I had all titles set up on index cards and I made everyone have their own library card. He bought me a stamp and inkpad and leather-bound stenopad. My librarian kit sat in a dark corner of the room.

I brushed my dusty finger on my shorts and took down the DVD. It wasn't a flat screen, but the movie was just as radiant on dad's outdated tube. I grabbed the quilt mom and I made dad for one Father's day and plopped down onto the couch. I stretched my legs out on the thick cushions and pushed the start button on the remote. The movie sprang to life. It was at the scene when the doctor discovered the cigarettes in Bette Davis' dollhouse, when the door to dad's study creaked. I glanced over my shoulder and frowned.

"What are you watching?" asked Devin. 

I didn't say anything. He took that as an invitation to join me. I made absolutely no effort to move my legs so that he could sit. With one arm he lifted my legs high in the air. He sat down and let my legs go. One fell over the edge of the couch, the other landed on his lap. He apparently didn't care. I hissed at him, but he just fanned me away.

He still had that stupid bowl of fried chicken in his hand. 

My foot was close enough to his balls, where if I made one swift movement he'd be seeing stars, but I thought that particularly cruel. 

"Now Voyager," he said, stuffing his mouth, "I love this movie."

What did he know about Now Voyager?

He paid me no mind. As he watched, the film reflected off his dark eyes. I couldn't get Matt to sit through one minute of a black and white film before his ADD kicked in. It became evident that no matter how hard I glared at Devin, he wasn't going to pay me any mind, so I left him alone. I slid my other foot back under the quilt. Devin grabbed the end and pulled it over his bare chest. Now I had to share my covers. I grumbled and pouted before turning my attention back to Bette Davis. 

Something poked my arm. 

It was the bowl. There was one piece of fried chicken left and he was giving it to me. I accepted it, eying him as I took a nibble. He stared straight ahead like a zombie, enraptured by Bette Davis.

He definitely wasn't much of a movie talker. I, on the other hand, couldn't stop biting my nails at the embarrassing moments. I used to make dad pause the movie when things got too intense. Sometimes, I ran out of the room. It drove him crazy, but I just couldn't bear the anxiety. Scenes like the one where he found the tag on her dress and discovered her clothes weren't really hers, the part where she was the only single girl at the party and not knowing how to talk to guys, it was too much to see. I felt like me and Bette Davis were kindred in that moment. I knew that humiliation. I didn't go out on dates either, Bette, I didn't know how to talk to boys myself. That was, if you didn't count my botched night with Richard. The movie was gaining some speed. It got to the scene where they missed their ship and had to get a hotel room. My mouth was dry from the chicken. I reached for the soda can and took a sip. When I looked over, Devin was staring at me. He hadn't said anything for the entire movie, why was he staring at me?

I frowned.

"What's wrong?" I said.

"You mind if I have some?" he asked, more sheepishly than usual. I fixed my mouth to say no, but he had offered me the chicken. I stared at the can. I had already taken a sip from it but I handed it to him, expecting him to tilt his head back to pour some into his mouth. He put it right up to his lips and took a long sip, his Adam's Apple balanced along his throat as the he drank thirstily. His eyes shifted towards me as he drank. 

I suddenly realized I'd been staring.

"Drink it all, why don't you," I huffed. He arched an eyebrow at me, let out a loud burp and handed me the can. "You're so disgusting."

He gave me that smug Cheshire cat grin, the one that brought out his dimples. I turned the can over in my hand and tried to drink from it casually, but for some reason it didn't feel casual. I could've sworn I saw him glance at me out of the side of his eye again. He shifted his weight and my other foot slipped under his thigh. When I felt his hand wrap around my ankle as he pulled my leg up from under his and placed it onto his lap, my skin tingled. He didn't say anything, he didn't look at me. He just adjusted his self. 

He still hadn't moved his hand from around my ankle. His entire body was under the quilt, so I couldn't see his hand, but I could feel it searing into me. He had never really touched me before, probably because I couldn't stand him, but his large, warm hands gave me a strange tugging in my stomach that I'd never felt before. I turned my legs over a little, thinking he'd move his hand, but once I settled into place he put it right back over my ankle. He might consciously be touching me. The thought slipped through my mind before I could catch it, but I pushed it back, ashamed. This was Devin, my brother's friend, mom's adopted son, the guy who thought I was a cow. I looked down at that empty Coke can. A warm feeling spread to my cheeks anyway. 

The room went dark as the scene faded to night. Paul Henreid and Bette Davis missed their boat, their cab left them stranded in the mountains, so they had to sleep together in front of a fire for warmth. Paul Henried watches Bette Davis as she sleeps and plants a soft kiss on her mouth. I'm biting my nails. 

Their chemistry makes the tension almost unbearable. 

Devin cleared his throat to break the awkwardness. As the movie shifted scenes from the night they spent together to the next morning, he asked, "How do you know Richard, anyway?"

The question was so random, it threw me. The mood instantly changed. It was like pouring a bowl of cheerios, taking a bite, and finding the milk had soured. Richard was the last thing I cared to think about.

"What does it matter?"

"He has a reputation, you know."

There was that word again.

"It was just a date," I said.

I left out that it was almost a crime scene. 

"Some girls are so desperate," he had started to say. The memory of his Weight Watchers comment smacked me in my skull like a baseball bat. I didn't need criticism. I crossed my arms and attempted to snatch my legs away from him. He held them in place. "Wait, I wasn't talking about you," he quickly added, "I'm just saying that some of the girls that go after him are desperate. They'd have to be. Any self-respecting girl wouldn't be caught dead with a dude like Richard-"

"Do you think a girl who goes after what she wants doesn't have self-respect? Do we have to wait on the man to ask us out?" I tried to keep a balanced voice, but my confrontational side was rearing its ugly head. Matt said I was Rosa Parks and Bell Hooks wrapped in one. "Why is it that men always blame women for their corruption?"

He scoffed. 

"Next, you'll tell me that a woman belongs in the kitchen?"

"Yes. She should be barefoot, too. Pregnant if possible."

"That's not funny." But his sarcastic timing was on point. 

"I didn't say anything about women's rights, it's just the type of girls who go for Richard have one thing in mind."

"And what's that?"

I sat up straight and turned my full attention on him. His jaw tightened. If he said something, anything off, I'd bash him upside the head with the remote. I couldn't shake how angry I was, but Devin brought the worst out of me sometimes. I may have been overacting, just a tad. Everything with Richard had my nerves on edge. 

"Maybe we should watch the movie?" he said.

"Mmhmm."

I turned back to the movie, but I knew that wasn't it. If I knew Devin, that definitely wasn't it.

"So, you expect me to say nothing? You shouldn't be with a guy like him," he said, "you deserve better." I sucked my teeth. He needed to leave the damn study. My cheeks were burning hot. Devin was burying himself deeper and he knew it. He started stumbling over his words in a way I'd never seen before. Usually, he was cool, even while pissing me off. In fact, he never backed down from a fight with me. He loved annoying me. "I'm just trying to warn you that he's not a good guy."

"God, already!" I said a little too loudly. "I know. I know he is an asshole. Ok. I was stupid."

Bette Davis and Paul Henried were on a beautiful veranda overlooking the beach. She knew that they weren't right for each other, that she shouldn't spend the night with him, but he wouldn't let her go. He said that if she ran, something primitive might take over his body. Who knew what was liable to happen? Things needed to cool down, they needed to have a cigarette on it. The music in the movie rose to a swell as Paul Henried and Bette Davis locked lips. 

"Why are you always snapping my head off-"

"Just watch the film," I shouted. He shut up. 

Paul Henried and Bette Davis were at the airport waiting on a plane to take her back to the ship. As they waited in the lobby, the space between them seemed to fill with bitterness. He was such an asshole for making her fall in love with him. If she had been fat, I wondered, would he still have been so quick to fall in love with her overnight. Would he recommend that she join Weight Watchers?




It Happened One Night



"You think I'm a cow, don't you?" I said so candidly I shocked myself. What was that?

"What?"

"I heard you, three years ago when you were in the kitchen with Matt. You said I needed to go to Weight Watchers. You think that I'm fat."

Devin didn't respond right away. A slow glow rose to his cheeks. His eyes glazed over. I glared at him, daring him to tell me a lie. He still hadn't said anything. I moved to pull my legs away when he grabbed my ankle. The way he looked at me in my eyes, I felt like I was going to faint.

"You misheard me," he said a little too softly. But I had heard him. I know what he said. "I asked your brother if you were on Weight Watchers because of all the TV dinners in the fridge. I didn't think you needed to be on Weight Watchers. I still don't think you need to be on Weight Watchers. You're perfect just as you are. I mean, what I'm trying to say is I think that you're beautiful."

I stared blankly at Devin. My stomach flipped. I couldn't deny that even though I hated him, something deep in me perked when he walked into the room. I never dreamed he could possible feel the same. He made it seem like he had never hidden his feelings to begin with. Had I been paranoid all along? I thought he hated me. Whenever I came around he would tease me about what I was reading, throwing shade when he caught my nose in Fifty Shades of Grey or bugging out when I wore dresses, calling my makeup war paint. He was always snatching things from me, playing around carefree with me, annoying the hell out of me. But just then his gaze was very serious. Under the covers his hand gripped my ankle, his thumb making gentle circles. His eyes didn't shy away from mine, they bore into me, stealing my breath away. I don't know where the hell the tension came from, but the anxiety was suddenly too much. Were our bodies getting closer? Was I leaning over or was he? What was this feeling?

Just as Paul Henried and Bette Davis were about to kiss goodbye, I shot up. 

Oh god.

"Water," I said, "thirsty?"

I didn't wait for a ye or nay, I walked, or rather ran, to the kitchen. I barely flew out of my shorts, I hauled ass so fast. My knees were shaking. I think my mind needed to catch up. What was that...what was that? Did I not just hate his guts fifteen minutes ago, now I wanted him to stick his tongue down my throat? I turned on the facet and sprinkled some water on my neck. When that didn't work I stuck my whole face under the running facet. I damn near leapt out of my skin when the kitchen light flicked on.

"What are you doing?" asked Matt. Like Devin, he was also walking around shirtless. What was it with guys and wearing no shirts? Did they never get cold? Matt went straight for the refrigerator and groaned. "You ate all the chicken?"

"What? No." I turned off the facet. 

He arched an eyebrow. "Are you just getting in from your date?"

"I've been home for hours, now," I said, honestly, but I felt like I was lying. I felt like my date had just begun in the den. Matt shrugged. He took a soda out of the pantry and walked back towards the stairs. He turned when he reached the hallway. He leaned back into the kitchen.

"You seen Devin?" He asked me, "he was up waiting for you to get in."

A surge of heat rushed through my body. 

"Why would he be waiting up for me?"

He crossed his arms.

"You tell me," he said.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Matt sighed.

"If that's the way you two are going to play it," he said, "don't ask, don't tell."

He sauntered out of the kitchen. You two? 

"Wait," I called out to him. 

Me and Matt had a pretty cool brother and sister relationship. We didn't hate each other like some siblings. In fact, I talked to Matt like some girls talked to their sisters. We talked about boys and girls. When Matt lost his virginity, I was the first person he told. When I smoked pot for the first time and came in high, he snuck me past mom. We were kind of like best friends, but I didn't know if he would want to talk about Devin. He popped his head back into the kitchen. 

I came close to him. "Does Devin ever talk about me?"

He rolled his eyes.

"I can't get him to shut up. I almost whipped his ass once, when y'all first met. You being in high school and all, I didn't want him perving out on my kid sister. I still don't know how I feel," Matt's jaw tightened, "but I know Devin. He wouldn't dog you out. And you're in college now, you're a grown woman. You can take care of yourself. But if he does anything..."

"Calm down, Fiddo."

He ran his hand over his dreadlocks and shrugged. "Whatever."

"Matt," I called out again. He poked his head back in the kitchen and I gave him a peck on the cheek. He groaned, but he didn't wipe it off.

"Are those my socks?" He grumbled. I looked down. "Where's the right one?"

I hadn't realized that it was missing.

"Stop thieving my things."

"I love you, too."

Matt smiled and gave me a quick peck on the forehead before making his way back upstairs. My head was spinning with the news that Devin had liked me, had even spoken to Matt about me. I thought I knew how to act around him, but now I felt so unsure.

By the time I returned to the study, Bette Davis was holding Paul Henried's daughter in her arms as she sobbed about not feeling wanted. Devin had fallen asleep on the couch. I tried not to be too disappointed. There were so many things I wanted to ask him, like did he really like me or was I imagining things, but I'd have to wait until tomorrow morning to find out. I drank him in for the first time. Knowing how he felt transformed him in my eyes. He was always gorgeous, you'd have to be Stevie Wonder not to notice, but there truly was something beautiful about him. All of his sharp features had smooth edges. His muscles cut sharply across his abdomen as he took in a deep breath, but they puffed slightly as he exhaled. My eyes followed his sharp jawline to his soft mouth. His lips were slightly parted. He was developing a five o'clock shadow which gave his bookish, boyish face a rugged charm like he could read Keats and skin a bear at the same time. My heart started beating in my chest when I saw that he had my other sock in his hand. I giggled to myself, rehashing how I flew out of the study like a bat out of hell. I'd just never felt that way before, never knew I had a pulse down there between my thighs until it started beating. Richard didn't make me warm down there, not even remotely. I was feeling so blazon I could just about kiss his mouth while he was unconscious. Of course, I fought the urge. I found the remote and turned the tv off. I grabbed the edge of the quilt to bring it back over his bare chest when I felt his arms wrap around me. 

He pulled me into his lap and hugged me tight, making a low, guttural sound as our lips connected. His kisses were still sweet from the soda. Years of his pent up sexual energy coursed through his hungry tongue like static electricity. Again, the sparks were almost too much to handle. I wanted to pull away, but I quivered under his viselike grip.

I was seated awkwardly, I didn't know where to put my hand, I didn't know if I was too heavy to be sitting in his lap. My hand landed on his thigh and I felt his abdomen contract. His tongue jerked against mine.

"Mmm!" I moaned when I felt what was growing beneath me. He drew me further into him, kissing me with a new fervor. I couldn't believe this was happening. This was really happening. It was moving so fast. His hand went up my shirt, he unhooked my bra. I had to believe that this wasn't all planned out, but it felt too perfect. 

My nipples were so hard they could shred paper. 

I became aware of the heated masculine scent radiating from him the more turned on he became. It had a potent, druglike effect on me. It made me want to reach for him. I had never touched a man there before. I seized his erection, surprised by its length and the hardness of it. I stroked my knuckles against it. A weak cry escaped his throat like an eager puppy.

I couldn't believe the effect I had on him. He was lapping it all up. A sense of power hit me.

Then he had to go and graze his hand against my back. 

I winced.

The first time, he hadn't noticed. The second time, he pulled back.

"Are you alright?" he asked, huskily. I could tell he didn't want to stop. I kissed him to shut him up, but I winced again and he pulled me away.

"What's wrong?" he asked. 

He lifted my shirt and I suddenly felt self-conscious about my love handles, but that wasn't what he was looking for. He saw the bruise from the incident with Richard. He rose so quick I almost fell on my butt. 

"Did he do this?" Devin said so loudly, I was afraid he'd wake the whole house. I tried to shoosh him. "I'll kill him," he growled, "I'll break his neck."

My head spun. One minute he hated me, the next minute he had his hand up my shirt, now he was ready to go out on a killing spree. He was putting me through quite the voyage. The man had me all worked up and worked over.

"You'll wake up the whole house," I tried to shush him.

"I don't care," he said, belligerently. He made his way for the door and I had to think quick. I did the only thing I could to stop him. I did what my brother called a soft tackle. I cut him off at the door, stuck my foot out to trip him, and caught him, kind of, as we both went down softly onto the carpet. He wasn't quite expecting that. His face looked helpless as he went down. It took all I had in me not to burst out in laughter. "What did you do that for?"

He was breathing hard. I landed on top of him, wondering if I was crushing him, but he didn't seem to care. 

"You're cute when you're mad," I said, playfully, "you should've seen your face."

I imitated his look.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it was rude to attack someone?" He was still pissed.

"You attacked me first."

He tried not to smile. The floorboards upstairs creaked. I put my hand over his mouth to silence him, as if mom could hear him breathing under her bedroom. He rolled me over and put his mouth on mine. He shifted his weight on his forearms before he deliciously positioned it on top of me. I could smell my own arousal as he parted my legs with his knees. He rubbed his body against mine, his hard-on pressing at the thin fabric of my shorts. Is this what sex was like? Spontaneous?

"Take off your bra," he ordered. I slid the straps through my shirt and tossed it across the room. He leaned his head down and teased my nipples through the fabric. His hand reached down my shorts. 

"Mmm!" he devoured my moan. 

His fingers sailed forth. His lips sought mine. We finally found each other.

"Annie..." My mother's voice came from down the hall. I never moved so fast in all my days. As we scrambled apart, I tried to think of how to explain what we were doing in the dark. If the movie was still playing, we'd have that to fall back on. Without the movie, the only thing that could explain two people in the dark was the playboy channel. Sorry mom, I tripped and fell on Devin's dick. I did the next most logical thing, I pushed Devin under the couch. He protested, when he thought he couldn't fit, but I knew he could. I used to hide under there as a kid. My heart was thumping in my chest, my shorts were nearly falling off, my lips were still tender from the passion he'd just laid on them. Why was she even awake? Everyone was awake. This is what happens when you wait until your freshman year of college to go on your first date, everyone treats you like you're in high school, everyone wants be sure I got home alright. I guess that wasn't anything to complain about, but it made me feel like some horny teenager. It must've been a full moon.

By the time mom reached the door I had just smoothed my hair down. She switched on the light.

"I thought I heard someone in here," she said, scanning the room like she used to scan for monsters when I was a kid, "what are you doing here in the dark?"

My mind went blank. She looked past me at Dad's old writing table. 

"I haven't been in here since..." she grabbed Dad's quilt from the couch and held it in her hands, her voice was a little strained, "this place needs a dusting..." her eyes stopped on something and my pulse quickened, "is that my fried chicken?"

I was about to make an excuse but she stuck up her hand.

"I've had bad dates," I stared at her, wide-eyed, wondering how she knew, "anyone girl who comes home from a date and is still hungry has a story to tell. I was in college once. I know that if you come home hungry, either the date was a bust or you were afraid to be yourself in front of him. I know you could put back a cheeseburger or two. Are you ashamed to eat in front of men? I noticed you've been acting different lately, changing how you dress. You should always be yourself."

God, I wish Devin hadn't heard that.

"I didn't like that boy anyway," she continued, "when a young man honks for a girl and doesn't have the decency to come to the door, it speaks miles about his character. Your brother doesn't like him, neither does Devin-"

I was not having this conversation.

"Mom, it's kind of late, isn't it? Don't you think we should talk about this tomorrow?"

She blinked. "You're right, we'll do something special. Maybe manicures? It's late, dear."

I gave a sigh of relief when she went for the door but she stopped abruptly. I swallowed hard.

"You want to know something," she said, turning around. She sat on the edge of the sofa.

Fuck my life. 

"I always thought you and Devin would hit it off-"

"MOM-"

"I know it's strange, but I remember a time when you couldn't stop talking about him. I remember when you used to go on and on about how you didn't know there were guys out there like him and how he couldn't be real and you remember, you told me, you thought he had the cutest tushy? Then something must've happened to make you change your mind, you grew out of crush. I asked you once if you still liked him and what was it you said...ah...he has a large head, the size of a water melon, and a pea brain." A sound came from under the sofa. She was getting ready to lean down. "Did you hear something?"

"Mom!" I practically shoved her. "It's late, really. Let's talk tomorrow. I'll tell you everything."

Her eyes narrowed for a second. Then she smiled and patted my head. She bent down and I thought it was all over, but she grabbed something. When I saw what it was she had in her hands I almost passed out. She handed me my bra. She pulled me into her arms and gave me a hug, which was just too weird. I think she was going to cry. I hoped I wouldn't need therapy for this moment but something told me the awkwardness of this moment would sear into my memories forever. 

She pulled back and whispered into my ear, "You're not gay. Thank God."

Yes, I was going to need therapy. 

Over her shoulder, loud enough for Devin to hear, she said "You and Devin shouldn't stay up too late. It's time you went to bed. Goodnight, you two."

We both said, "Goodnight."

After Mom closed the door, Devin slid from under the couch. We looked at each other sheepishly and laughed. I guess our moment was over, but maybe it was all for the better. Who knew what would've happened. Not to mention, neither of us had protection. I touched my lips, still a little tingly. I smiled to myself. The space between us was still charged. Devin quickly closed it. He stood in front of me, so close, I had to look up to talk to him. Our lips were close. He maintained eye contact as he leaned down to kiss me. His lips stopped short of mine and he grinned.

"I've been waiting for this, for you," he said. He needed to stop saying these things or I'd melt into the ground. He needed to kiss me. Now.

"Good night," he whispered into my mouth with a wicked smile on his face. I pouted. He reached out and stroked my cheek. "What are we watching tomorrow?"

Tomorrow?

"It Happened One Night?"

He traced his thumb over my lips. "Not yet, but it will.



It Happened One Night: A Series



Series - included in this posting:

Saturday night - It Happened One Night: 
Right in front of me, my folks fucked!

The next day - It Happened One Morning: 
When mom made good on her hint.

Later, on Monday – It Happened One Afternoon: 
Mom makes good on my hopes.

Finally on Friday – It Happened One Day: 
Dad catches us, and things get even more interesting.



IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT

Right in front of me my folks fucked!

Saturday night

I just got to write and tell you what happened last week. My mom and dad went out for a romantic dinner which they do occasionally; leaving me at home to heat a frozen dinner. That was cool with me, as it allowed me to have the use of the big screen TV in the living room to watch a porn DVD. Life size fucking in front of me!

I work at construction, but this was Saturday night, so I didn't have to worry about getting to bed early and up at dawn. Of course I was going to jerk off. I was in my robe, just in case the folks came home early. I had some beers, and I guess I was more tired than I realized, because I fell asleep in the middle of the movie, before I actually jacked off. Those plots are dull.

I was awoken by the sound of soft laughter. The lights were still off except for one dimmed in the corner, on the end table next to the couch. It was my parents back from their evening out. But they didn't seem to realize I was sitting in the big easy chair. I was in the dark and if you didn't look directly at me I was not very visible. They were taking off their clothes standing by the couch!

Now I know enough in my twenty-three years what was about to happen. I should have stood up and excused myself and given them their privacy. But I hesitated. I could say that I didn't want to break the mood. It would have, but not for long, maybe they would have moved into their bedroom too. But the naughty little boy in me hoped I could get away with watching.

As I matured, in past years, of course sometimes I heard them groaning through their door. I even confess that on occasion I have stood and listen to the erotic cries of my mother cumming. Yes, it got me off. Dad's grunts were mundane, but mom's moans were music in my ears. She is a lovely, shapely, sexy brunette. I don't think about her that much, but sometimes after I catch the 'cum concert' I fantasize.

Now, it might happen with me in the room. I only had my robe on, that and a hard-on. As I watched in the dimmed light of that small lamp, they got naked. I knew they were about to get busy. If they caught on now, that I was in the room, I figured they'd stop. They might get mad that I hadn't said anything. Could I fake that I had been asleep? It seemed too late to bail, and I didn't want to. The risks were worth the rewards. What happened afterwards, I would have to just face the consequences and pay the penalty. So be it.

And now dimly I could see the naked body of my mother being stretched out on the sofa by my equally nude father. Their clothing formed a lumpy pile beside their feet. He lay atop her, they kissed and fondled each other, they were murmuring bed talk on the divan. Then dad was going down on mom! She spread her legs and bent her knees as he moved lower and put his face between her thighs. I wished the light was brighter!

That really got her motor running and she made little squeals of ecstasy. Not long went by before she was dragging him to her by the shoulders. She was ready, and obviously he was too, because he entered her quickly as he settled once more over her. Then the humping began, his hips rising and falling. Her arms went around his back and moved to his ass to clutch his cheeks and pull him in harder. Life size fucking in front of me! In front of me, my folks fucking!!!

My hand was around my dick and I was stroking to the rhythm they had. Mom's sighs were so sweet; they washed like waves in cadence, like the tide on the shore. Higher and higher, louder and longer, the tide was coming in; mother was cumming again and again. Their pace picked up as my father's climax approached. He was going to cum in mom. The clapping of their flesh slapped harder and faster. I had never had such a turned on moment as right then. I was close myself, we were all going to peak together!

At that moment, dad turned his head and saw me. He stared, but didn't stop. Mom must have caught that something was amiss in his expression. She looked in the same direction and saw what he did. Their son in the seat, beating his meat. I didn't know what to do, but automatically discontinued my masturbation, momentarily. It was a moment of frozen tableau. The three of us were intimately connected by our eyes.

My mother smiled, looked away, reached up and turned dad's face to hers. Put her hand on the back of his head, drew it next to hers so that they were face to face, and kissed him. "Don't stop now, just do it, Honey!" I heard her say. He obeyed with renewed vigor and in the next instant. I also returned to my self-administrations. Our syncopation was now smacking sound in stereo as one couple copulated and their kid clocked his cock with his fist.

Then the trio of cums cascaded, first mom, then dad, then me. Mom's began with rapid breathing that I could clearly hear vocalizations of her gasps for breath. These became high pitched calls of her cumming, "UH! OH! AHH! EEHH! EEEE!! IYEEE!!!". The last, like a wavering siren, was the trigger for both father and son. Voyeurism had never been so hot! Dad was grunting and groaning and thrusting hard and deep at her crotch. Her legs were pulled as wide as they could get, bent to give him every inch of access.

No doubt I made my own noises as my prick spewed jism, but I didn't register my own utterances. Since that was the first spout of the night, it was not just a spill of goo out the piss hole, but a veritable fountain that spouted and actually flew several inches up onto my chest. I don't often have that powerful a spasm, but I felt it from my asshole to the back of my head, as the contractions banged through my body. I wished, oh how I wished, that in the next minute, dad would say, 'Okay, son, why don't you take over and give your mother the next round of cums." Or mom to say, "Now, Sweetie, it's your turn."

Didn't happen. For a moment, we all had only the energy to pant and try to regain our wind and we sucked in oxygen to replenish our lungs. The sound of heavy breathing was all that could be heard. Then I did get a surprise. Dad lifted off and set back, at the end of the couch and mom turned so her legs went back down to the floor. She reached up and switched on the other end lamp. On high.

In the brighter light I could clearly see her breasts, full boobs with small pink nipples that stuck way out. Her dark triangular bush was split by the rosy red of her cloven sex; she didn't even bother to hold her knees tight together. She was natural, like she had a gown on, but she was totally bare. She laughed at the stunned look my father had, as he absorbed this wild-weird scene. None of us had ever had any reason to think that we would have been involved in so crazy a ménage together, but there we were! It was serendipity; it was sheer happenstance that the circumstances converged on our collective congress of cumming.

Regrets? Not me! Dad? I guess he manned up, figured as long as mom wasn't freaked out, it wasn't the end of the world. Accidents happen, like walking in on somebody on the toilet. Only of course, this was rather much more intimate. And it was they who had walked in; but I had not left; they had been too far gone to stop by the time they saw me, so we all got our rocks off. 

Mom? Here's the kicker, after her little laugh, she got up and walked over to me to kiss me goodnight, before she went to the bathroom and the folks retired to their bedroom. What dad couldn't see, because mom blocked his view as she bent over me, was that she Frenched me. As well, she reached down and gripped my penis and gave it a couple of strokes. Then she looked me straight in the eyes, before she turned and left the room. Her look had a message, I'm pretty sure I understood.

She was definitely telling me that she knew of my desire for her, especially after tonight. I'm pretty sure that she was letting me know that she found me sexy too. Possibly she was communicating that she had also felt an erotic connection shared from the evening's unexpected events. Most of all I hoped she was trying to get across, without my father's knowing that there might be something more between us. Later on, in private, and physical. I would have to wait and see. When dad wasn't around, I'd test the waters.



It Happened One Morning

When mom made good on her hint.

Next morning

Though I had fallen asleep quickly when I got to my room, with visions of 'sugar-moms' dancing in my head, I awoke early the next morn. I had a double woodie. I was horny with the usual male hormonal AM arousal and I was pissed stiff too. So I threw on my robe real quick and went to relieve the hydraulic pressure. Or as my best buddy likes to say, leave a leak – as opposed to taking a piss. But while the erection was reduced, the sensitivity was still a potential of prospective self-gratification. 

I considered perhaps a return to bed and a rerun in my head of last night's incredible scene. It was fodder for fantasies for many moons to cum. But as I exited the bathroom I smelled coffee and instead proverbially followed my nose to the kitchen. Mom was up, dressed in her tattered old terrycloth robe and puttering around. She was singing to herself, obviously in a good mood. I wasn't quite sure how to speak about last night, so I mumbled a "Good morning", and sat at the table. Best I thought to keep it low key.

I mean, you don't go babbling to your mother, "Gee mom, last night was really cool, watching you and dad fuck, when can we do it again? Huh? Huh?" Even though that is exactly the emotional reaction I was having in the more primitive parts of my gray ganglia. While the higher function was posing internally in my cortex, "I wonder if, in the light of day, momma will still feel the same way as she did last night when she French kissed me and fondled my dick." This with a snooty British accent to my mind's ear, to pretend I was above being overly anxious about her reaction.

Yeah, right! I was as eager as my inner child could be for a trip to Fantasyland at Disney World; no make that Sexual-Adventureland at mommy-world! I was just that kind of hopeful, that what she had seem to convey; with that erotic smooch, intimate touch and promising direct gaze; was going to be fulfilled. When, was not an issue, as any time would be super-fine with me!! But I was unsure and even timid about how to broach the subject.

Mom came over and set a cup of brew before me, made exactly how I liked it. A normal motherly thing she typically did, dearest mom. Then she said, "Your father is sound asleep still, he'll be up late today. Last night I fucked his brains out when we got in bed." Now, I was aware of mom's risqué side, she wasn't above being earthy when she wanted to be. But she didn't show that aspect of her personality very often quite so bawdily. I liked it of course; it made her more human and interesting a person. But now it also had the electrifying effect of revving up my libido.

"Did you get to sleep soon? Or were you UP? . . . reviewing the surprising events of earlier in the evening when you caught the floor show we provided?" Meaning, had I also been so charged up, that I needed to have another release, thinking about the spectacle I had serendipitously, though inadvertently, witnessed.

"No, I had a few beers last night and they went to my head. After the . . festivities . . were over, I was out like a light, when I hit the old sack."

Your father thought he was too pooped to have another pop, but I showed him that I could provide a 'resurrection' to his limp lump and make it rise to the occasion, like a soldier coming to attention. I always had a way with privates." She smirked with her smutty humor, and it evoked a bark of laugher from me. "Sshhh! You don't want to wake up your old man, let him snore it off. He had plenty of pussy last night, and now poor poppa really is pooped out!"

She was quite right; I wanted to have more time with mom alone. Especially since she seemed to be in a salacious, as well as mirthful mood. What next from this racy and coquettish creature that had once been the subdued homemaker mother of my youth? I wanted to encourage her to continue with her train of titillating talk. I was fascinated with the steamy spicy insights I was getting about her bedroom behavior with my paternal parent. However, I was floundering in my attempts to get a word in edgewise.

She placed a plate of toast and the jelly jar on the table by me, along with the margarine container. As she bent down I glance at the divide of her robe and only espied her skin. She saw where I was glancing and smiled. "Dear? Do you have anything on under your robe?"

"Um, Nuh-uh" was my less than brilliant garbled grunting.

She bent again and at my ear, she whispered with hot breath turning me on, "Neither do I!" Then to my astonishment, she stood, backed a step, and parting the drab housecoat flashed me, to prove it! I saw the dark delta of pubic fur, and the slightly pendulous pair of breasts, the perky pink nips popped out exactly like last night! What a sight! What a delight! What a woman, what a mom, to be so saucy for her son's saucer-wide eyes, so that I was blessed by the vision of her in the altogether. It was, to refrain the term, altogether an astounding display and made my day – shit it made my week!

Mom closed the sides of the garment again and walked over to the nook between the refrigerator and cabinets, a space of about three feet square. It happened to be the once place in the kitchen that was hidden from either of the doorways, until you had walked several steps into the room. I didn't think about that fact until later, but in retrospect of what shameless shenanigan mom pulled next, it was wise and cautious. She went to there and winsomely wheedled, "I can't reach it, could you come here?" How many times had I provide the benefit of my stretched out stature to help mom acquire an item form the top cupboard?

"What do you need?" I asked as I went to help her.

But imagine my surprise then, when what she wanted to reach was below the level of my waist. In fact, it was exactly at the height of my crotch. It was my prick, which mom grabbed through the separation of my robe. "This!" she said with a little laugh as she gained hold of my tumescent trunk, which responded with rapid turgid swelling and pointed in her direction, like a sex compass needle.

"I hope you're getting the idea of how hot our chance erotic threesome last night, made your mama? God, seeing you beat your meat while your dad socked it to me was one of the most," she squinted her eyes and looking in my face made me get the point of her earnestness, "very most exciting sessions of sex I ever had."

With that statement, she let go of my rod and spreading her gown once more, loosened mine as well; and the next thing I know she has her hands in my robe, around my back, and is pulling our naked bodies tight together! My rigid pole was crushed between us poking on her mons. My chest was pressed against her breasts. She looked up and me, I knew to kiss her. Then, after a few mouth mish-mushings, I Frenched her. My dick was hunching through her pubic hair and I was ready to put it to her. I felt my head balloon with lust; I was suddenly very warm all over.

The moment could not have lasted but a few minutes, but time was stopped while we were locking lips and learning we were going to be lovers. Imagine my disappointment when she broke away and pushed me back a little. But that was for a good purpose. "It's too dangerous here. Get some dirty towels and meet me in the laundry room downstairs."

"I'm not sure there are enough used towels for a load."

"Then add some clean ones and come there in a few minutes, that's not really the point, is it?"

I did as I was bid. When I arrived mom was sitting up on the dryer. The robe was wide, as were her legs. I dumped the alibi in a heap by her dangling feet and knelt on the pile. Some things are obvious. I planted my puss in her pussy and proceeded to munch on my mom. She rolled her pelvis to give me full access from her ass to her clit. My experience with girls and cunnilingus was not extensive but satisfactory enough that mother made the same sort of mews as I had heard her give out on the sofa last night. As things went from bad to even naughtier, I thought that she was ready. But her hip were too high for me to plug in.

She had another idea however, for the next phase of our fun. She had me hop on the washer, while she slid off the other machine and spun to stand in front of me and engulfed my member with an appetite of a hot-dog hog, at a pig-out contest. She had suction and tongue swirls to a science. Ball cradling and even the tip of her finger in my anus. That was new! She brought me to the brink and stopped me from shooting with a squeeze of a nerve I didn't even know I had. Amazing . . . no wonder she had given dad a second wind, when she knew how to play piccolo with a man's peter and call the tune.

Mom had just turned around and was bending over the dryer, for our concluding coupling, when we hear the water running in the pipes. Someone upstairs had flushed, that meant dad was up and so was our time to play. For now. Mom turned to me and gave me a quick kiss, jacked on my cock like last night for brief seconds. She said, with double meaning, "It's going to get wet tomorrow afternoon, I imagine that you'll be home in the afternoon." Then she tied her robe and bounced upstairs with a giggle, like a school girl with a secret.

Indeed, the weather forecast was for showers on Monday afternoon. That would end my work early on the outside building site I was involved with. I would be at the house hours before dad arrived. Mom had the place where I would find myself most welcome, and I'd cum in that humid haven. When it's wet, there's no place like being home with mother. I picked up the towels and put them in the washer. Tonight was going to be lonely, no doubt I'd need a few cold showers; but inside for the next day, the forecast was sonny and steamy.



It Happened One Afternoon

Mom makes good on my hopes.

Monday afternoon it rained

 

As lonely (bereft of female companionship) and as horny (with what had happened in the last twenty-four hours) as I was Sunday night, I still did not jerk-off. I had learned from experience that there was a point of diminishing returns on sexual abstinence, but a good long day was enough to fully reload your sex-pistol. 

I had at least two, maybe three shots of semen saved to shoot home in mom's pussy, as she promised. To remind me of our assignation in the afternoon and as a booster to my virility, or at least my reservoir of jism, she left me an envelope on my pillow that night. Lumpy, inside it were two rather large pills. Her note read, 'Take these vitamin B capsules in the morning for best effect for the afternoon's activities.' I gulped them down with my orange juice in the AM before I went to my construction job.

With work hours being truncated by foul weather as predicted, I was not depleted of energy by the time I arrived back at our house. Sure enough, my mother was waiting for me when I came into the mud room from the garage. She had a cold beer for me as I took off my boots. She tongue kissed me with a lover's promise of more intimacy. "Take a quick shower. When you're done, I'll be waiting in your room." she instructed.




It Happened One Night: A Series



I was stripping even as I was on my way past her. Just as pre-dick-ed, mom was sitting on the side of my bed when I returned from the shower. I was starkers, though mom had her robe on. She patted the bed indicating I should perch beside her. A quick peck on the lips and a fast pull on my pecker reassured me that things were about to get steamy for sonny. "Tom, do you remember what happened on your eighteenth birthday?" she asked sweetly.

"You said we would talk about it." (Mom had walked in on me masturbating, when everybody was waiting down at the dinner table. She had come to see what was holding me up. She saw me holding my upright member and cumming. She told me to hurry in dressing. People were expecting me downstairs. Later, when she tried to talk to me about it, I had been so mortified by embarrassment of my mom seeing me ejaculate, I asked her to never ever speak about it again.)

"And we haven't, but your twenty-three now."

"I guess it's not such a big deal, now that I'm more mature."

"Mama likes to role-play sometimes. What if that happened when you were twenty-one?"

"I think I could have handled the situation at that age.'

"Two days ago, was an even more memorable muddle of moral mix-up!"

"That's true!" I had to laugh at the obvious irony.

"Well . . . could we pretend that I came into your room one night when you were eighteen, in the same . . straits, as it were, and instead of demurely withdrawing, stayed to admire the view?"

"Whatever makes you happy, mom." (Whatever got me into her panties; though I was pretty sure she again had nothing on under her robe.

"Now that's an attitude I always am pleased to get from my boy."

"If only all my chores were so pleasurable to perform!"

"Touché'! Now stretch out on the bed, just like you were back then." I did so with my back propped up on the headboard. "I have come in and discovered my eighteen year old son yanking on his poor abused peter. While not proper, yet he proposes I may stay and observe the fun. This is an offer that I cannot turn down, as I have had a secret desire to observe him in his erect state for some time, ever since – you know when!"

I smiled, as I did know, and now I could let her have her wish. The other evening she (and dad) were providing me with the 'entertainment' and mom had been focused on what they were doing, even though she had obviously seen what I was doing. Now she could view my self-gratification at her leisure. Though I doubted it would allowed to finish, the Scottish blood in her veins would be loath to waste precious resources. She would make sure the cream would be saved for the churning done in her buttery depths. So I used a light touch and slow hand to manipulate my manhood, while she watched with a smug smile all the while.

Not long went by, before the lady that lounged at my side reached for the lance of the knight that was her new lover, and began to stroke the special spear. This was an art she had mastered as well, and my staff's stiffness was not abated but rather made more rampant and randy. I in turn reached out, as if in a scene from the classic with Kay Parker, and fondled mom's boobs, then sought her crack at the juncture of her legs. Her thighs separated as best she could and my digits felt the dewy opening in the downy fleece of her delta.

Such manipulations on both our parts, of each other's personal parts, prompted a change of status. No longer settling for fingering foreplay, my mother rose up to straddle my middle. Mindful of her gown – that is to say I minded it being on, wanting her as naked as myself – I drew off the terrycloth garment and let it slide to the side. Mom continued contact with my cock and directed the delicate instrument to the tender tissues of her sheath. Then she sank ever so slowly upon the shaft of her son and sighed contented to be filled full with the filial flagpole and fulfilled our shared fantasy.

The role-playing was no longer the point, now that my prick was properly penetrating mother's pussy. She rolled to and fro, undulating on top of me, her soft mammalian udders I utterly adored as they swayed across my chest. Her nipples, little rubbery protrusions exquisitely scraped the length of my pects up and down. Meanwhile, the incredible sensation of slick, hot, tightness tortured my dick, with increasing ferocity. The fucking was first class. None of the 'almost break your prick off' kind of roughness, none of the ball-busting banging down that some gals slammed.

Mom knew just how to settle in the seat when she sat, so that my shank sank within her body as if it were a violin bow stroking a Stradivarius. That was beautiful music. Nor did she allow the flute to flip out at the high water-mark when she rose to begin the cycle once more, and our rhythm built surely and steadily to its inevitable crescendo. Eventually she lifted her posture so that she was more vertical, though the seeming effortlessness of her movements never changed their gracefulness. She moved like it was a single flowing motion, the dolphins dancing upon the waves.

But I could not be that smooth or controlled when the urgency of my climax was pressing the paroxysm to its peak. I clutched her hips and began to pound my peter into her tummy, desperate now to try to drum my mad manic demand that our screwing gallop to its conclusion in mutual orgasms. Mother caught the fever of my frenzy, from the faster flailing at her crotch. The crashing of our flesh sounding out the beat of amplified passion. She matched me, and my hips rose to meet hers as she rode my meat, socking it to her center in sync.

Then the sweet cum came on so strong that my penis throbbed with pulses that went on even after I was drained of the last drops of goo it could give. That first burst of the billowing-bubbling lotion spitting from my tip touched her uterus and signaled the most significant cum in my life. I just had to jam my cock in her cunt and try to hold it as far-up / in-deep as able, because I could not help my instinctive impulse to have my mate conceive.

Fortunately that was beyond possibility, or at least probability (it wouldn't be a virgin birth) though nothing is absolutely certain. There are miracles; but mom had had her tubes tied, so it was reasonable that I wouldn't be propagating any progeny, what awful offspring that would bring! Boy would that be a bummer of a baby, to sire such a son. Brother would that be a downer, to father a daughter, who's also your sister, with whom you had sibling rivalry! Not too good, so you see, to beget what you'd regret. 'Nuf said?

But back to the dream cream in mom. Mother as well, ripped a royal set of contractions in her climax, the convulsions of her vulva felt from feet to skull. If my physiology is imprecise, it is because I lack the poetry to convey those cataclysmic claps of clasping grasps her vagina gripped me with, as we were joyously joined at the groin grinding our genitals together. 

Just how do you describe the grandest fuck (until then, but later topped with her below me) that you ever had in your young life. Give me a break, it was a goddamn super screw, we had a hell of a cum and it was heaven being inside my own mother when we came at the same time – mundanely depicting the magnificent incestuous sin our union was, would be immoral.

Be that as it may, it was wonderful fun.

Nor were we done! After a well deserved respite to recover our breath, recoup our energy and for both of us to quaff a beer; we were re-engaged in our quest to frolic. 'Til the father came home, or shortly before, so that he wouldn't catch us and have a cow, that was a beast we could do without in the house. Yet that bomb was to be nonetheless dropped later – if you saw the previews, for the next installment. Meanwhile, mom and her son, meaning me of course, were head-over-heals . .er . . more like mouths-to-middles in a sixty-nine configuration that provided a terrific transition to the next phase of our frisky free-for-all fucking.

Mom was popping multiples of orgasms as I made love to her muff and stuff, but I was not ready for the next spasm of my well worn willie. But when we switched to positioning ourselves for the second insertion, that got the hairy balls rolling. I began giving mommy what I term the Tommy gun; rapid fire, large caliber rounds of ammo, a Valentine Day's massacre of cunt by a killer cock. Corny, but when I'm horny, I pour on the hot lead in bed and the babes are dyin' for it. To do this feat of fornication, I take the dominate position over the supine partner. Or if you will, the classical missionary position. Not bragging, but when we go at it that way, the gals haven't got a prayer, though they find themselves begging for more.

Mom liked it that's for sure. I plowed into her furrow with my fresh enthusiasm for doing the dirty. Her legs were cradling her baby boy, all man and boffing her with my beefy salami. I felt like the conquering hero, returned home victorious and now reaping the rewards offered by his welcoming woman. The slide of my dick was slow, then quick, varied and her vagina was voracious in gobbling it into her cunny. My back began to feel the strain of stabbing my manhood in that way. So I scooted up and had her hips high, the legs lifted so that her knees were nearly next to her head. With better leverage I was able gain good ground in plunging my pleasure sword in her scalding scabbard; my nuts knocking on her ass as I beat my plowshare into the womanhood of the one who had given me birth.

Make love not war, and there was no greater peace than being in my mom's womb, the pussy that surpasses all other piece of ass. But as I was barging into her beautiful bottom with my battering ram, I was approaching the point of no return. Once more I was tilting over, about to topple down the mountain of mounting momma, and off the cliff of climax, into the abyss of bliss. But before I had quite passed that promontory of priapic petrification of paroxysm's perfection, (you know – when you freeze up because the cum is so powerful all your muscles stiffen like you have living rigor mortis) right then mom literally screamed when she beat me to the punch by blowing her voluble siren, her vocal shriek of vented satiation.

Hearing that wild wail sent an electric zinging running up my spine, ricocheted around my brain and back down again, round the bend to my penetrating prick and right out the hole as if it were a ski jump of jism. Jeez! What a thrill to make your mother cum so hard she blast your eardrums numb with the cry of her orgasm exploding. Then to prove your ultimate love, and long held lust to your lovely and lascivious lady, by letting her have that potent lotion that pours out again and again in the ecstasy that is near agony in its intensity. 

It's like simultaneously holding your breath until your lungs are about to burst, while holding your palm over a flame as the pain gets worse and worse, at the same time having to hold in diarrhea that threatens to flood from your asshole in a jet of wet shit – but the opposite. It's a relief, release and relaxation all at once, but a very very good feeling; not bad, not painful, not twisting your guts; wonderful and sweet, if too sudden and all too swiftly over, even so. But understand, what to cum in mum is, is to spend yourself within her eager receptive and loving body. She was joyfully pleased with the gift of physical reunion with her child, grown to adulthood and loyally devoted to her. That gift to her, her openness to you, that bonding; it something that goes beyond special, above just great sex, it extends into the spiritual realm.

All of which is trying to say, it's really fabulous to lay your mother. To echo my thoughts of earlier, not so long ago; "Gee mom, last time was really cool, when you and me fucked, when can we do it again? Huh? Huh?" I didn't exactly use those words, but close. Mom laughed and kissed me, reached down and held my now limp and slimy package, gave it an affection it squeeze, "Why we'll just have to watch the weather report. But now showers are forecast for the immediate future, before the Norman comes stormin' in from his job and gets jealous. So better get washed up lightning fast, so no thundering peals from your father follow, and if he gets wind of this, that's what might happen. Then all hail might break loose. However, sonny, you really shone today, cloudy though it might otherwise outdoors have been. Don't worry, the sheets of rain, and your reign in my sheets, shall cum again, and again, soon enough."

She was right as rain!



 It Happened One Day

Dad catches us, and things get even more interesting.

Friday it rained all day

 

When I awoke on Friday morning, the storm due Saturday had moved in early, as will sometimes happen. 'Yeah! A whole day fucking mom!' I thought. But it was not to be so. Yes, I was not going out to the construction site, but I was going to be working at home – housework! 

Just as unexpectedly mother had gotten a call from old friends she and dad knew, who were in town this weekend, though it was fuzzy from where and when their association had been. When I asked, mother was vague, almost evasive about the details. They were delighted to accept the invitation to dinner Saturday night that mom extended.

Which means we had today to clean. Mom would shop and run errands and cook tomorrow. Instead of nailing boards and laying bricks, or nailing mama and getting laid, I was vacuuming and helping mom straightening up. Not the sucking and 'straightening' up with mom I had imagined initially.

Finally, (I won't bore you with the describing the chores) we were able to get to relax; it was only early afternoon, so mom suggested a shower and then some recreation. ONE shower, for the both, and the sort of fun I had envisioned and hoped for on rolling out of bed. Now we were going to do another sort of cleaning and have a roll in the hay. Yeah! After all!

Now, I have showered with a friend (with benefits) before this, but being in the spray with my own mother had a special sort of spectacular effect on my libido. I had this tightening in the back of my head, like when I get super excited after viewing a lot of porn, and am ready to start jacking any minute. It was like that feeling the whole time we were in the stall.

Of course the slippy-sliddy soapy sensuous hands on everything / everywhere / all the time was a mutual activity. Shampooing and sudsing as such were useful, but my fingers in mom's pussy were the finer of the frolicking. I cleaned her clock, if you will; she climaxed a couple of times. She washed my cock, but we saved the jism for when I was jammin' her genitals. What a wonderful way to enjoy each other. It's a wonder washing facilities are not made larger and given padded floors. I guess hot-tubs cornered the market, but it's a concept, ain't it?

When mom toweled my hair, it reminded me of when I was a kid. I always loved that particular attention. But I'm not a kid and more and when she dried my middle, my member was at attention. This time we went straight to my folk's bedroom and began our foreplay. It does help to have a broad mattress to frolic upon. Mom pounced on the bed like a little kid, flouncing down and bouncing up to flip over on to her back. I smoothly stretched beside her prone figure, the both of us on a sort of diagonal orientation, as I went to kiss her she tickled me on my side at the waist – you know the spot – she poked and I responded with a spasm.

Then we did something that we had not engaged in for over thirteen years, had a 'tickle-tussle'. I was more of a contender now than at ten, having gained reach and height which put me more equal to mom in this cockamamie combat than when I was a kid. In no time the nicely made bed was mussed with the wrestling and gamboling of our silly, yet sensuous nonsense. But soon my touches were in sensitive places, which were less tickly and more erogenous. Kisses were interspersed with caresses from the both of us and the contest turned into outright foreplay. Now we were working to turn the other on; not that we weren't already riled and ready to have a raunchy rumpus right then and there!

My fingers found her slit, slick and hot and she moaned her pleasure, as my diddling digits played in her delta. The button of her clit was popped out for easy access and her labia were swollen with a rosy hue from the excitement. She likewise was having her manipulative fun with my firm member in her grip and she also coddled my cockles hanging heavy with a load to explode – go boom in her womb. I'm not quite sure how it happened, but we transitioned from feeling each other up to fucking, so that we were side by side and I was inserting my dick in her pussy that way.

After some minutes of this awkward engagement, with not enough body contact and less leverage for connecting, mom pulled me over on top and spread her thighs. But the way we were headed was our feet to the headboard and vice versa. I didn't care, because I was screwing mom again. Her legs wrapped around me, heals on my butt to spur me on to ram my prick into her soft center. Tight too, as she used those internal muscles to clench my manhood and make the experience superlative. I was really socking it to her; she gave out with her signature siren of high pitched calls of her cumming, "UH! OH! MMM! AHH! EEayYAHH! EEE!! IYEEE!!!". I was getting ready to inject her with a mighty blast.

I lifted my head up and froze – not like that time I described before, in the paralysis of orgasm, but in shock and fear. In the open door, which we had not bothered to close, stood my father. I didn't know how long he had been there; it could have only been seconds. Mother's climax was still ringing in my ears as I looked straight into my father's face and wondered if he would kill me or simply disown me and send me out on my own. Mother could see by my expression that something was up, or amiss. My father saw that I was up his Mrs., and she was loving it.

"Dad!"

Mom turned her head as best she could to view him. We sort of rolled, so that I was on the side of the bed furthest away from my paternal parent, and my maternal mistress got to her feet to face him on the closer side. We stood as statues in a tableau, somewhat of a repeat of the first instance of paralysis for our triangle of intimacy a few nights ago. This time though, it was I, not pop, who had been boffing mom; would the outcome be so amicable? I doubted it. But once more I was surprised. Mom walked over to dad. "Your home early, Dear. How was the office?" She undid his tie and took it off. "Did you have a hard day?" She unbuttoned his shirt. I just stood there. "I have some news for you!"

My old man was a bit nonchalant, which made me nonplussed, when he calmly answered, "This is not news, that you two have the hots for one another."

Mother continued to undress him as she talked, working on his belt buckle. "No, I mean that the Thompsons are back in town this weekend, I invited them over for tomorrow night."

"Betty and Jack?" her husband asked.

"Do you know of any other Thompsons?" said his wife, undoing his zipper and making sure his trousers puddled at his ankles. Then he was helping her get the rest of his clothes off. I was confused – so who were the Thompsons anyway? Why wasn't dad pissed at me boinking his spouse? What did he mean, 'not news, that you two have the hots for one another', it wasn't? What did he know? And mother was acting quite calmly all the while conversing with her husband who had just discovered her infidelity with her own son! How was that? What was going on? What was coming off were my father's boxers as the last garment, revealing a huge hard-on.

"Who are Betty and Jack?" I asked, finding my voice.




It Happened One Night: A Series



"London Bridge." said my father to my mother, ignoring my question. Mom didn't reply, but went to the bed followed close by my father. She got on hands and knees on the pad and he got behind her as she crawled up and put his cock right sock into her cunt. She grinned and gave a little groan/moan. But then she motioned me closer. Mom indicated that I was to get on the edge. I knelt facing her as she directed me to. She reached over and took my soggy meat in her mouth, it began to regain its former turgid condition as she sucked, and I watched my father fuck her. I felt the tumescence and the tightening feeling in the back of my neck once more.

Now the wheel seemed to have gone a full turn from the other night, the two of them having sex in my view as I masturbated; to the three of us engaged in a ménage of an even more intimate sinful trinity. Who was I to object? I thought this was a much happier outcome than me getting my ass kicked for having a piece of mom's tail. Dad was now bopping that bottom with his boner while mom feasted on my frankfurter. As we made unseemly family history, instead of making a scene with domestic hysteria, over the consanguine scandal; my father began to speak to me finally and frankly.

"This is London Bridge, really the Tower Bridge, but the one you think of spanning the Thames." I got it; he and I were the towers and mom the 'bridge'. It was a position for a threesome. "Betty and James Thompson were a couple we knew from a while back when we were part of a . . club. A key club or a sort of swap-meet. Sometimes we might have them over here, when you were younger. Or when you went to camp in the summer. But more often we would visit them, before they moved."

"We were quite close, as couples." he continued, "quite close; they are both very attractive people. I think you ought to plan to have dinner with us tomorrow night. Instead of our having to hide our activities from you, perhaps you might like to participate: seeing how you have now entered . . . your mother . . . and your mother's circle of 'special familiarity', especially since your family!"

I was beginning to catch on. "You . . and . . mom . . are . . swingers?"

"Mmm-hmm!" mom murmured her mouth still on my member.

Dad was beginning to get a real rocking rhythm, that translated through mom's body, so that all three of us, we were on the same beat. He would push at his wife's split, she would swallow half my penis or more, as I stroked into her oral orifice, then she would back into his ramming rod and so our syncopation proceeded as pop expounded further, while pounding into mom's rear. "I knew that you had a thing for your mom for some years now, I saw the way you ogled her in her bathing suit or if she was just in something scanty around the house. I think she was aware of it too, but we never discussed it."

"Then with what happened the other night, I knew that was a real treat for you, to see us going at it. I knew that Miriam didn't mind having an audience, since in our wilder days that happened when we shared our lovemaking with another couple and would switch back and forth, and worked various combinations. (OH! Orgies! I thought.) And when she was so hot, even after we had finished on the couch, that had to be some sort of pent up lust. Then you two have been so cautious as to not have any obvious erotic contact, even though she had given you a kiss and toggled your boy-toy the other evening, trying to hide it from me. But I saw her elbow move and I knew that motion and what it meant."

"So since it rained today and I knew you would likely be staying at home, I thought I might get off early and come home and see what was up. I didn't expect to catch you in flagrante delicto, but I'm glad I did, as that resolves things so that we don't need to keep secrets about what is going on now or with the Thompsons coming, about our past activities. AND I and cumming now!!" With that he started to bang on mom's buns so hard that she had to stop giving me head, lest she bite on my sausage. Mom grunted as she also had a small orgasm with his climax.

Mom swiveled around as soon as dad disconnected, his willie now a wimpie-limpie noodle. She turned and with her legs bent and spread offered me the target of her femininity for me to fill, even as my father's cream spilled out. I wasted no time in plugging in with my own plunger, churning chugging away within that frothy hole. It was sloppy thirds, but she was doing the muscle clenching, her lubrication only made the channel all the slipperier, so I had a good chute to shoot into, which the priming of earlier, and her mouthing had kept the rifle ready. All the while I had witnessed once more the love making of my folks forthrightly in front of me; I was ready for my trigger to be pulled.

I had lost track of where dad was as I was laying into my mother. I felt her grasp my ass cheeks and spread them. "Darling." She whispered to my ear, "don't be alarmed, but let's see how you like this?" I was momentarily puzzled by her words, when I felt a finger at my anus. Before I could say yea or nay or hey!, he had his middle-finger two knuckles up my back-door. It was so wild that I didn't have time to even think about whether I liked it or not; I blasted in mom my pent up load. With that she let herself be carried away into her own ecstatic wave of pleasure.

Dad retreated to the bathroom; we heard him 'leave a leak'; then the water running as he washed his hands. Mom smiled at me still connected to her, abet loosely. "Don't let Jack Thompson sneak up behind you, or you'll get something a lot larger than a finger up your wahzoo!" Dad laughed coming back into the bedroom. He evidently had turned his back on his comrade in debauchery and discovered Jack's proclivity for swinging both ways. If pop liked it I had no idea; but for me, the finger had been an interesting, if quite surprising, introduction to anal stimulation during intercourse. I did get off, I admit.

Mom had to pee next and dad picked up his heap of discarded clothes. He spoke to me, man to man, and father to son as well. "If you don't like that, that's fine, just make sure that Jack understands that. I have a question. Is this the first time you and your mom got it on?"

"Actually, we first made love on Monday afternoon."

"I thought I might catch you at it Sunday morning, when I pretended to sleep late. But I had to piss, and flushed by habit, though I didn't mean to. When your mom came up from the basement smiling, I thought I had missed my opportunity. I'm glad that I did get to see you both in action, you're not the only voyeur in the family!" 

Mom came back just then and she laughed. "I think that's why we got the big screen TV, so your father could get dirty DVDs and we could screw watching, like if we were still swingers."

"I can't believe that you guys swapped with other couples. Did you do it a lot?"

"For a while it was fun, but then the novelty wore somewhat thin, but the Thompsons were our favorites. We did more with them when we stopped doing the key parties. You'll hear lots about the old days, and your parents' crazy ways, tomorrow at dinner." mom explained.

"Speaking of dinner, I'm hungry, fucking always stimulates my appetite. Let's order pizza, is there plenty of beer?" Pop purposed.

"Not much beer, you want to go and get some?"

"And leave you to fool around some more, without me?" asked dad.

"We have wine, you don't have to go out, or we could wait until you got back . . ." Mother used her teasing tone that meant that she knew the answer already.

"You are a minx, my marvelous mate, and I don't doubt that you wouldn't want to miss getting a quickie in while I was out. Wine is fine." My father declared. Then he took his bride in his arms and stroked her pussy. I came over and made her a sandwich between us, my prick once more elevated and pushed into the divide of mom's delicious derrière. My father began to nudge her from the front with his dick and kissed her. I kissed her cheek, as she turned her head toward me. 

"Oh, Betty is going to be thrilled to have you playing with our foursome," she giggled, "you won't be a fifth wheel, you be a third axle!" I was starting to get peckish myself now, thinking about pizza, but then mom began so sing softly, "London Bridges, going down, going down . ." and she did on dad, with her tush pushed back at me for obvious reasons. I was ready to be a London bridge tower again, as I put my cockney in my queen. I guess we were bridging the generation gap too!

Dinner was going to wait awhile longer.

Bonus Boners: Possible plot point for sometime in the future

A Saturday night again - It Happened When Cum-pany Came:

When their old friends arrived, my folks swung into action!

Having discovered their past, I follow their lead.