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After The Accident

By: epiphany65



Rachel Comeau turned the shower off and stepped out of the tub. Water dripped from her auburn hair and ran down her tanned body in tiny, diamond-like beads. She wiggled her toes and wiped her feet on the blue shag bath mat. Rachel sighed. It had been humid and overcast for a few days. Having a shower did not seem to cool her off like she had hoped. What she wanted was for it to rain hard. Steam hung in the air and coated the bathroom mirror. Turning to her left, Rachel opened a small window beside the toilet. The pink lace curtains moved slightly as a faint breeze entered the bathroom, drawing the steam out. The fresh air teased Rachel's nipples. They began to tingle and stiffen. She smiled, enjoying the sensation of the air caressing her naked body. She found it arousing and a welcome change from the oppressive heat of recently.

From the bathroom window Rachel looked across her narrow yard to her neighbours' small two-story green house, separated from her property by a waist-high hedge. Rachel considered wrapping herself in one of the terrycloth bath sheets that hung over the shower rod, then decided against it. It was too hot. Besides, she enjoyed the air on her bare, wet skin. She knew that anyone looking up at her bathroom window would easily be able to see her breasts, but she did not care. Actually, it was more than just not caring. The thought of someone seeing her topless, with her copper-colored nipples hard and thick, made her clit begin to swell. Her pussy began to moisten.

Rachel reached down and pressed her index finger to her pink pearl, then stroked her wet lips. She looked over to the house next to hers. There was a picture window and another small one beside that downstairs facing her house. Upstairs, there were two windows covered by curtains, probably bedrooms. Anyone watching from them would be able to see her. Rachel smiled and brushed her fingers over her left nipple, searching for signs of life next door.

Rachel knew her neighbours fairly well. Kevin and Sara McNevin had lived next to her for just over seven years. Their son, Dean, was best friends with her own son, Eric. Both of them were about to celebrate their nineteenth birthdays soon within a month of each other. She wondered what Kevin or Dean would think if they could see her at that moment. Then she recalled the times she had caught their eyes roaming over her. It was usually when she wore shorts while gardening, or a top that revealed her cleavage when she leaned over. Neither of them had ever said or done anything that was inappropriate or disrespectful, but she could tell they wanted to. The hungry look in their blue eyes and the bulges in their trousers belied their polite exteriors. 

A rush of wantonness grew within Rachel as she thought about Kevin and Dean leering at her. She remembered an incident a week previous when she was crouched over her flower garden wearing a tank top and shorts. Dean had come over to see if Eric was home. Rachel could feel her breasts sway inside her bra as she tilled the soil and pulled weeds. She knew that Dean would be able to see down the front of her tank top as he stood over her, less than a yard away. It thrilled her and made her wet. When she looked up she immediately noticed the bulge in Dean's tight jeans. Lewd thoughts of tugging his zipper down and taking his hard cock deep in her mouth flooded her mind.

Rachel smiled as she continued to stroke her slick pussy and rub her hard clit, still looking out the bathroom window. Her musky juice coated her fingers. They slipped inside her tight hole with ease. First one, then another -- filling and stretching her. A series of moans escaped her mouth. She felt an orgasm building within her. She had been masturbating a lot recently. Finally, her libido had returned to normal for the first time since The Accident, she thought.

The Accident. Just the thought of it made Rachel as dry as a desert. She sighed and pulled her fingers away from her pussy. She wiped them off on a towel hanging above the toilet. It had been seventeen months and twenty-three days since The Accident, which had claimed the life of her husband, Brad. Friends had told her that within a year her life would take on a new normalcy, but it was taking longer. Rachel knew that were it not for the love and support of her son she might never recover from losing Brad. In fact, she may have done something in order to join him -- wherever he was now.

Brad was an electrical engineer. He had gone to inspect an office building under construction that afternoon seventeen months ago. Whoever assembled the scaffolding used to reach the wiring for the ceiling fixtures had done a piss-poor job. Brad and the foreman overseeing the work site, Charlie Peterkin, were looking at blueprints spread out on a sheet of plywood lying on sawhorses beside the scaffolding. No one heard it creak and groan at first, until it began to collapse with a sound like a train wreck. Steel, plywood, tools and bales of wire rained down on Brad and Charlie. Charlie was fortunate; he escaped with a broken leg and fractured ribs. Brad was dead before anyone called 911.

Without her husband, Rachel was lost. Adrift. She was not yet forty and already a widow with a teenage son to raise. This was not supposed to have happened; not to someone so young. She had known Brad all her life, or at least it seemed so. They had met when she was sixteen and soon began dating. Within a year she was pregnant. Before she was twenty she was married. Rachel had never known another man or another kind of life. She did not know how to rebuild her life at first. If there was any bit of hope for her to cling to it was that Brad had a sizable life insurance policy and the company constructing the building reached an out-of-court settlement with her before she filed a wrongful death lawsuit. She would never have to worry about money and Eric's college expenses would never be a concern. Still, nothing could replace the loving husband and father they had lost.

Rachel's morose thoughts were interrupted by the sudden din of music coming from her son's room next to the bathroom. She had not heard Eric come home. He must have returned from his afternoon classes while she was masturbating, she concluded. She felt somewhat embarrassed at the thought of him perhaps hearing her soft cries of pleasure through the adjoining wall earlier, then the corners of her rosy lips curled up. Her clit jumped once more and her juice began to flow. She felt bold and shameless, thinking about her teenage son hearing her moan as she buried her fingers in her tight, juicy pussy.

She resisted the urge to touch herself. Instead, she reached for one of the towels hanging over the tub. She wrapped it tight around her damp body. The soft terrycloth felt good rubbing over her sensitive nipples and soft skin. The sensations made her clit throb even more and her pussy become wetter. Rachel opened the bathroom door went towards her son's room. His door was open.

"Eric... Eric, could you turn that music down, please?" she called out.

Eric looked up from his computer monitor with a puzzled look. He turned his CD player off. "What?" he asked.

"The music... it sounded like Studio 54 in here," his mother said.

"Studio what?" he asked.

"Never mind. You're too young." Rachel chuckled as she shook her head, feeling ancient.

"Are you done in the bathroom?" he asked.

"Yes, it's all yours," she told him.

Eric got up from his computer desk. He walked past his mother on his way to the bathroom. Rachel was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed at her waist. Her son had only pushed the bathroom door ajar and she could hear the steady stream hitting the water in the bowl. She imagined him standing there, holding his cock in his hand. She wondered if he was as thick as his father was. Eric was certainly as handsome as Brad was. He resembled Brad in many ways: black hair, blue eyes and a muscular frame that reached nearly six feet, so it was likely that he was hung like him as well. He was circumcised, she knew that much. But he was an adult now -- fully grown. She squeezed her left breast through the towel, rubbing the soft material over her engorged nipple as she thought about Eric's shaft in her rather than her fingers. Above the towel she could see a few inches of deep cleavage and a hint of her firm breasts. She tugged the towel tighter around her, securing it, but did not pull it higher.

"How were your classes?" she asked Eric when he returned.

"Good. I had math and chemistry. I'm good in those, so it was an easy afternoon."

"You're too modest. You're good in everything," she replied with a proud smile. 

Eric smiled at his mother as he sat back down at his computer desk. "Thanks, Mom."

What Rachel had said was not just flattery from a parent; it was the truth. Her son had inherited Brad's intelligence too. Eric had maintained good grades throughout high school and was continuing to do so in college. He was considering majoring in engineering, like his father. It would be one more thing they shared.

Rachel smiled at her son, then noticed the familiar look in his eyes. She had seen that look many times before when his father looked at her. It indicated a growing desire within him and almost always preceded them having sex. Lately Eric had been giving her that look more often and she was becoming more affected by it each time. Her clit pulsed again as Eric's sapphire eyes moved down over her cleavage and the curves of her breasts filling out the front of her towel. 

She knew that she was beginning to succumb to a forbidden desire that was growing within her. It was fed by her son's looks of yearning. This had begun over a month previous when she realized that Eric was beginning to take notice of her more frequently. It began with quick glances at her chest or backside, then eventually grew into lingering stares at times -- especially when he thought she didn't notice. At first Rachel considered it harmless curiosity that was typical of teenage males. But it soon became routine for his eyes to be riveted to her. It reminded Rachel of Brad's lustful admiration of her and it began to arouse her. She loved Eric deeply and he resembled his late father so much that she found herself excited by the attention, although she knew it was improper at best. If her friends or family knew that she was turned-on by her teenage son's leering they would be more than shocked. She would instantly become a pariah.

"Well, I'm going to go get dressed, then start supper," Rachel said, feeling anxious and guilty.

Rachel closed her bedroom door behind her. She unwrapped her damp towel from herself and tossed it on her unmade bed. As she padded across the hardwood floor towards her closet Rachel felt her breasts bounce. She stopped and cupped them in her hands, tilting her head down to appraise them. She had never been especially proud of her looks, although she knew that men often took notice of her. She was surprised that they seemed to frequently notice her chest because she had always considered herself of just average size up there. Although she had considerably more than she could hold in her palms, that still did not compare to some women she saw around town.

"Not bad, I guess," Rachel mumbled to herself, releasing her breasts.

She pushed clothes on hangers aside in her closet, searching for something to wear. Eventually she decided on a white short-sleeved blouse with a square hem and a denim mini skirt. In a bureau drawer she found a pair of red bikini panties. She knew that no one would see them, but she wanted to feel sexy. She pulled them on, then cupped her mound through the sheer material. She could feel the heat and moisture of her lips through the red fabric and knew it would be damp in a while. Rachel pulled the skirt up, then looked own, examining how much of her thighs remained bare. Quite a bit of them, but she reasoned that she could get away with wearing an outfit like this in this oppressive humidity. The blouse felt cool on her skin when she pulled it on. As she buttoned it the fabric grazed her over-stimulated nipples. Rachel heard herself give a soft moan, then tightened her lips, worried that Eric would hear.

Rachel turned to look at herself in a mirror that hung on the inside of her closet door. She flipped her still-damp hair back over her shoulders. Her nipples stood straight out from the front of her blouse. She arched her back so her breasts strained the white cotton. Now she could see the dark outline of her areolas through the blouse. She drew her fingertip around her left one, wondering if Eric would notice, then hoped he would.

When Eric joined her later in the kitchen Rachel was at the table preparing a salad for their supper. Her son leaned over her right shoulder, reaching around her for a piece of tomato in the salad bowl. He placed a hand on her lower back, just above her left hip. It almost made Rachel quiver.

"Don't eat it all before I've finished getting it ready." Rachel turned and smiled up at her son.

"Just a couple of more pieces," he said.

Rachel was slicing fresh mushrooms. She felt Eric's left thigh rub over her ass. His hand was still on her, but he had slid it down to her left hip. Rachel bit the corner of her bottom lip, trying to ignore the sensations of her clit and wet pussy. When she reached across the table for a green pepper to her right she felt her son pressing against her ass once more, but something felt different. It took her a moment before she realized that Eric's hard cock was pressing against her. She froze for a moment, feeling a wave of arousal wash over her. Never before had her son been so bold. It surprised her, but it made every nerve in her body tingle. She recalled how his father had bent her over that same table one morning and fucked her. Brad had pulled her skirt up around her waist and her panties down past her knees. He gripped her hips and rammed his cock in her, thrusting and groaning until he filled her with his cum. An image of Eric doing the same thing flashed in her mind. She had to get him away from her before he realized how horny she was, or before she did something stupid.

"If you wanted to help, you could get some bowls and forks out," Rachel said. "Oh, and the salad dressing is in the fridge."

Eric felt his cock throb as he went to the fridge. His senses reeled with the feeling of his mother's body still fresh in his mind. Rubbing himself over her ass had not been intentional, but that bit of serendipity was one of the most exciting moments of his life. He was surprised that she had not reacted or said anything, although relieved. He was sure she must have felt his hard-on against her. For a moment he allowed himself to believe her silence was not from embarrassment or wanting to avoid an uncomfortable situation, but because she enjoyed it.

Rachel finished preparing the salad, then got out a plate of cold-cuts and some garlic bread. Eric sat down at the table to her right and they began eating. The combination of the heat and her libido had weakened Rachel's appetite, but she ate anyway. When she crossed her legs under the table she felt her wet lips slide over each other. The pressure on her clit was pleasant, but somewhat distracting. She inhaled deeply and continued eating.

Once Rachel and Eric finished eating she put the leftovers away and placed the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She was wiping the table when she noticed rain splattering across the kitchen window. Eric was still sitting at the table.

"Oh, shit," she said.

"What?" her son asked.

"It's started to rain and I left my car windows open."

Without any prompting, Eric jumped up. "I'll go put them up."

By the time Eric was walking to his mother's car the rain had picked up considerably. Rachel watched from the door as her son quickly rolled the two front windows up. She had never seen a rainstorm begin so suddenly. As Eric ran back towards the house it was pouring. His hair was soaked and drops of water ran down his face.

"It turned really nasty all-of-a-sudden," Rachel said, looking at her son's soaked hair and t-shirt.

"Yeah... I've never seen it like that before."

Eric pulled the hem of his soggy t-shirt up and wiped his face. Rachel's brown eyes moved to his tanned, muscled abdomen. Her pulse quickened as she took in his well-toned form. She smiled, wondering if this was how men felt as they stole glances at her body.

"You look like a wet dog," Rachel teased.

Eric laughed and leaned over her. He gave his head a vigorous shake, splashing her with rainwater as his wet hair whipped about.

"Hey... watch out! I already had a shower today," she squealed, then giggled.

Eric was laughing now too.

"Seriously, thanks for going out for me," she said, meeting his eyes and smiling. "You've been such a help since... since The Accident, Eric."

Eric nodded, noticing a mixture of love and sadness in his mother's pretty brown eyes. "No problem. I'm glad I can help. I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Honey," she said.

Rachel felt tears welling in her eyes. She took a step forward and wrapped her arms around her son's waist. She rested her head on his broad chest, clutching him. She felt his hands slip around her waist as he held her. His muscular arms felt strong as he pulled her to him. It had been longer than she could remember when she felt so safe -- so loved and cared for. She needed that and missed it immensely. The feeling wasn't sexual, although those emotions were still there. It was something she had no words for and had not experienced since The Accident. She sighed and melted into her son's embrace.

Eric held his mother in his arms. He pulled her tighter to him when he heard her sigh. His cock was hard, so he was careful to keep some distance between them. He was still nervous after the incident at the table before supper. After several seconds Rachel craned her neck up and kissed his cheek. When she pulled away Eric noticed that her blouse had gotten wet as she pressed herself to his rain-soaked t-shirt. His eyes were drawn to her dusky areolas and hard nipples showing through her damp, white blouse. He smiled without even realizing it.

"What?" she asked, curious about the look on his face.

"You look like you're about to enter a wet t-shirt contest," he said, then laughed.

Rachel looked down to her chest and inhaled sharply in surprise. She blushed when she saw what he was referring to. Her son was observing her, still smiling. His hands were still on her hips, holding her so she could not move away. She felt herself blush and regretted being bold enough to wear the blouse without a bra. The damp cotton was a second skin on her. It felt cold now and made her nipples react. She could feel them tingle as they rubbed over the wet material.

"I should go change," she said, but didn't move. The excited look in her son's eyes held her there.

"Don't bother. It will dry off in a little while. Besides, it's too late now."

Rachel gave her son a bashful smile. She tugged the clinging blouse away from her and ran her fingers through her hair.

"You're cute when you're shy," he said.

"I'm normally a modest person," she said, her voice soft and nervous. "I don't wear things like this when I go out somewhere."

"It's okay, Mom. There's just you and me here. No one else can see." Eric's eyes darted between her face and chest.

"But, you're the last person who should see me like this; I'm your mother," she told him, looking shy.

"Has anyone seen them since Dad died?

Rachel was caught off-guard by her son's blunt question. Her eyes widened and she felt her jaw grow tense. "No! Of course not," she exclaimed, almost indignant.

"Well, now that Dad's gone, I'm just carrying on the family tradition -- picking up where he left off." Eric smiled and gave a brash laugh.


After The Accident



Rachel wanted to laugh at Eric's remark. To her, it sounded like a rationalization for sliding into an inappropriate relationship; one that she was not prepared for and almost feared. Then she reconsidered. After she thought about it, her son's line of reasoning made sense to her in a twisted way. Now she wondered if she was beginning to rationalize her emotions even more than her son.

"Family traditions still have boundaries though, Eric." Her voice was steady as she met his eyes.

"I know, Mom." Eric pulled his mother against his body once more. His arms went around her waist and his right hand glided up and down her smooth back. "Do you like this though?" he asked.

"Yes," she admitted, almost breathing the word. She settled against him once more, easing her arms around him.

"Good. So do I. Don't you miss it sometimes?

"Miss what?" she asked, nervous about what he was referring to.

"This -- being held," he elaborated.

"Yes... sometimes," she admitted, knowing it was an understatement.

"What about other things?" he asked.

Rachel looked up at her son, giving him a apprehensive look. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, Mom."

"Oh... that..." she said, blushing. "I can live without that. Being held like this is enough; sometimes even better."

Eric nodded and pulled his mother tighter to him. "Is this okay then -- me holding you?"

Rachel paused. Her throbbing clit made it difficult for her to think clearly. She had not been so aroused in a long time. The last man who had made her this horny was Brad; now it was his son doing it. On the surface she saw no harm in Eric holding her like he was, but she knew that both of their intentions were less than pure. She knew where this could lead if she allowed it to happen and the consequences.

"Yes, this is fine, as long as you behave yourself." She gave him a gentle shake and chuckled.

"I'll try." Eric laughed and kissed his mother's forehead.

Rachel rolled her eyes as she rested her head on her son's shoulder. He was incorrigible at times, just like his father. When Brad wanted something, especially sex, he could be relentless. Now Rachel was beginning to wish that Eric was not so much like Brad in some ways.

"Okay... let me go. I want to go watch TV for a while and relax. You must have homework to do." Rachel wiggled away from her son and smiled up at him.

Eric frowned. Not only because his mother had broken their embrace, but because she was right about him having homework to do. He went up to his room. He would have much rather spent his time jerking off than doing homework, but he had a math test coming up that he had to study for.

Rachel went in to the living room. She turned the television on and sat down on the couch. She tucked her legs up underneath her and smiled. The pressure of her thighs on her clit felt nice. Her panties had been damp for some time and she wondered if she could make herself cum in the position she was in.

A knock on the door fifteen minutes later startled Rachel and interrupted her fantasy about her son. She got up and went to the door, worried that whoever was there would notice that she looked as horny as she was. When she opened the door she found Dean McNevin standing there. She opened the door to let him in.

"Hi, Mrs. Comeau. Is Eric home?" Dean asked.

"Yes. He's in his room. Go on up, Dean."

Dean brushed past Rachel, taking a quick glance at her chest. Rachel smiled as she listened to him climbing the stairs. Dean had always been a polite young man, but she knew that like any teenage male, his mind was probably consumed with lewd thoughts most of the time. He often seemed hesitant around her, never referring to her by her first name and smiling a lot. She felt her nipples brush over the inside of her blouse and knew that was where Dean's eyes had been seconds ago. She would have never let him touch her and was careful to not do or say anything that might be misconstrued as flirting, but his sly glances at her breasts and ass always made her pulse quicken.

Rachel was glad that her son had a visitor that evening. It meant that he would not be able to join her and make any more advances. She needed some time alone to calm down and sort out her emotions. But she knew that this was only temporary. Eric would have many other opportunities to be alone with her.

By the time eleven o'clock approached Rachel decided to go to bed. She turned the television off and went upstairs, stopping at her son's door. She rapped lightly on it and opened it when he answered. Eric and Dean were sitting at his computer. They both looked up at her as she stuck her head in the doorway.

"I'm going to bed. Make sure you turn all the lights off and lock the door before you go to bed," she told her son.

"Okay. Good night, Mom," he said with a smile.

Rachel got undressed and put one of Brad's shirts on. It was what she always wore to bed because it helped her to feel close to him. The material brushed over her skin as she slid her arms into the sleeves. She pulled the shirt closed around her, feeling it caress her body like Brad used to. She squeezed her left breast through the shirt, brushing her thumb over her nipple. She buttoned it half-way up from the bottom like she always did, then got into bed. 

Lying in bed, Rachel could hear the muffled conversation between her son and Dean in the next room. She slid her hand down her quivering stomach to her clit. It was hard and wet with her juice. She pressed down and began rubbing it. She bent her left leg and parted her thighs. Her fingers slid down over her soft lips, slipping between them. She pushed a finger in deep, moving it around inside her, then slid it back up to her swollen clit. She rubbed it harder, lifting her ass up from the bed. She could feel her juices beginning to run down her. When she came the first time she let out a quiet moan, then clenched her jaw, afraid that the boys next door would hear. Then she wondered what her son would do if he were alone and heard her soft moans. Rachel pushed two fingers on her left hand deep inside her tight pussy, still rubbing her clit, faster now. She came harder the second time, panting and writhing her hips. Her third orgasm left her limp on the bed, still imagining Eric's cock inside her rather than her fingers. She sighed and rolled over, her hand still cupping her tender, juicy mound. She soon fell asleep like that.

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Rachel woke before her son the next day. She always did. She sat up in bed and stretched. The musky scent of her pussy filled the air. For a while she contemplated opening a window to let fresh air in so Eric would not notice, then changed her mind. The thought of him entering her room and being able to smell the aroma of her pussy excited her. She wondered if it would make him horny and what he would do if he smelled it.

After a quick shower Rachel dried herself off and put a robe on. It was made of thin, white cotton and had flowers embroidered down the lapels. Brad had bought it for her thirty-second birthday. Wearing it reminded her of him and made her feel pretty. She tied it tight around her waist, then appraised herself in the mirror. Her damp hair hung down over her shoulders. She looked refreshed. She felt it too. Rachel noticed how the thin robe did little to conceal the size and shape of her breasts. Without a bra holding them in place they appeared larger than they were. Her hard nipples strained the cotton, as though it were painted on her. She liked the effect and wished that her bust always looked so appealing. Today she would wear a tank top without a bra.

Rachel listened for signs of activity coming from her son's room, but heard nothing. She would have to wake him so he did not miss his first class. This was not an uncommon occurrence. She went to his bedroom door and gave three light raps. From inside she heard Eric respond in a groggy voice for her to come in.

"You better get up if you're going to make it to your first class." Rachel was standing in the doorway, watching Eric sit up in bed. He was naked from the waist up, maybe even below that too, she wondered. He ran his hand through his black hair and squinted, looking over at her.

"What time is it?" he groaned.

"Eight-thirty, almost."

Eric swung his legs over the side of the bed. He tugged the blanket and sheet up over his lap. Rachel ran her eyes down her son's muscled legs. They were tanned, with wisps of dark hair -- just like his father's. She recalled the feeling of Brad's legs rubbing over the insides of her soft, parted thighs when they made love. She began getting wet, thinking about Eric kneeling between her bent legs, pressing on her knees and spreading them apart as he looked down at her waiting pussy. She folded her arms around her waist. Eric was observing her, but silent. It made her nervous, but in the same way she felt when she was dating his father and still inexperienced.

"I'm going to go make breakfast," she said.

"Okay. Thanks, Mom. I'll be down in a while."

Rachel did not hear her son descending the steps a half hour later. She had the radio on and was standing at the stove frying bacon and eggs. When she noticed him from the corner of her eye it startled her. He dropped his knapsack full of textbooks and other school items beside a chair at the table and sat down. Rachel could feel his eyes on her as she stood with her back to him.

Once breakfast was cooked Rachel brought the frypan over to the table. She scooped out a heap of eggs and bacon into her son's plate. As she stood beside him she noticed him looking up at her. She knew he was focused on her breasts, pushing out at the front of her robe. She pretended not to notice and filled her plate next, then sat down.

Rachel began eating, keenly aware of Eric's eyes shifting in her direction occasionally. She suppressed a grin. It reminded her of how Brad would ogle her some mornings while they ate when Eric was still an infant. It became a game they played. She would act coy until Brad became more obvious, often reaching out to feel her breast or stroke her thigh. It was on such a morning that they ended up having sex on the kitchen table. Now it occurred to Rachel that she was replacing Brad with their son. Only in her thoughts and reminiscence, but she knew it was a slippery slope that she was on.

"Thanks, Mom. That was great! Eric wiped his mouth with a napkin and pushed himself away from the table and stood up.

Rachel looked up, surprised by how quickly her son had devoured his breakfast. "Want some more?" she asked.

Eric shook his head. "No, thanks. I can always grab a slice of pizza or something at school later. I gotta run."

He placed a hand on his mother's right shoulder and bent down. He gave her cheek a soft kiss, sliding his hand along her shoulder blades. He hugged her, pulling her shoulder against his thigh. Rachel smiled, then noticed the bulge in his jeans, inches from her face. She stared, imagining his hard shaft beneath the faded denim. It would have been so easy for her to pull the button open and unzip his jeans. After a swift downward tug of his jeans his cock would be free -- so close it would almost brush across her moist lips.

"I have to get groceries later, so I might be out when you get back this afternoon." Rachel cleared her throat, thinking that it had taken on a thicker, sultry tone.

"Okay, my last class gets out at three-thirty, so I'll be back a while after that. I have my key though."

Rachel nodded, watching Eric hoist his knapsack over his left shoulder. When she heard the sound of his car leaving the yard she reached down and slipped her hand inside her robe. Her fingers found her wet lips and she rubbed them, spreading her juice up to her clit. She parted her legs and leaned back in her chair. She knew she should go back up to her bedroom, or at least the living room, to make herself cum, but either place seemed too far away. She squeezed her left breast through her robe and felt her first orgasm of the day building.

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The grocery store had been crowded. It always was on Fridays. Rachel checked the time on the clock of her car's dashboard as she drove home with her groceries. It was three o'clock. Eric would be home soon. She smiled, trying to imagine the look on his face when he saw what she was wearing. After she had finished making herself cum at the kitchen table, Rachel had gone upstairs to get dressed. She picked out a white skirt that had a slit running up the right side. It hugged her hips and ass and came down to her knees. Under the skirt it she wore sheer white bikini panties. 

When she choose a top, Rachel decided to be a little daring. She put on a grey V-neck sleeveless crop top, but no bra. After seeing herself in the mirror she almost changed into a blouse, but decided to challenge herself to be more uninhibited than usual. The top's hem hung a few inches above the waistband of her skirt. When she raised her arms it climbed up to expose a good portion of her stomach. Through the material her nipples were two thick nubs. With her arms fully raised the hem of the top slid up past her nipples. Walking through the grocery store had excited Rachel. She could feel the side of her skirt open as she walked, revealing most of her thigh, and her breasts shook with each step. She pretended not to notice the glances of the men she encountered while shopping, although she enjoyed the attention.

After she put her groceries away, Rachel poured herself a large glass of ice tea and went outside. She sat down on the top step of the porch. She slipped her sandals off and stretched her legs out. She took a sip of her drink and leaned back, feeling her crop top slide up to uncover her stomach. Rachel closed her eyes and relaxed in the afternoon sun, feeling content and more than a little horny. Already her panties were damp. She wanted to reach beneath her skirt to touch herself, but she feared that her neighbours might see her. The thought of Kevin or Dean watching from a window while she played with herself made her clit twitch and her pussy grow wetter. 

When Rachel heard her son's car enter the yard she opened her eyes. It took a few moments for them to adjust to the bright sunlight. She squinted, watching Eric walk from his car towards her. Soon after Rachel received the payment from Brad's life insurance company she had bought Eric a used Honda Civic. He would need it to get to school each day and it would mean he would not have to borrow hers. She was glad that she had made the decision.

"How was school?" she asked.

"Okay. I had a math test." Eric dropped his knapsack on the porch and sat down beside his mother.

"And?" she prodded, turning her head towards him.

"I haven't gotten the results back yet." Eric gave his mother a grin.

"You know what I mean, smart-ass." Rachel jabbed her elbow into her son's side, smiling at him.

"I think I did okay," he told her with a shrug.

"You always say that and you always ace them," she remarked.

Eric gave his mother a modest smile, then ran his eyes down her body, feeling his cock begin to swell. She observed him, saying nothing, but enjoying him looking.

"Cute top," he finally said, not lifting his eyes to her face.

"Thanks. Since it's still so hot out I thought I'd wear it. I might even get a little tan."

"Just your tummy though." Eric reached out and poked his finger into his mother's bare stomach.

Rachel giggled and flinched. "Cut that out -- I'm ticklish!"

A devious grin crept over Eric's face. He reached out again and began to work his fingertips into his mother's left side, tickling her.

Rachel laughed and squirmed. She reached for her Eric's hand. "Hey... stop that!" she cried out, trying to push her son's hand away as she giggled.

Eric watched his mother's breasts shake beneath her top as she squirmed. Her skin was soft and he pressed harder against her ribs, making her writhe and laugh even more. She sat up and grabbed his forearm, trying to push his hand away. Her nipples were stiff and her left breast rubbed over his wrist. Eric's cock was as hard as a railroad spike now. He reached around his mother with his left hand and began to tickle her right side. Her soft skin felt wonderful and he wanted to run his hand all over her beautiful body. Rachel was struggling to push him away as he tickled her, but he was much stronger than her. Eric's left hand was under her top now. He felt the side of his hand brush over her right breast. It spurred him on and stoked his arousal. If his mother had felt him touch her breast, she didn't react. Eric continued to work his fingers into his mother's sides, feeling her breast graze his left hand intermittently as it shook.

Rachel did not feel her top being pushed up as her son's left hand slid higher under it. She was laughing and wrestling with Eric as his fingers kneaded her ribcage. It was when she reached up to push on his shoulders that the hem of her top slid up another few inches, exposing her nipples.

Eric froze like the proverbial deer caught in a car's headlights. He gave a wide-eyed stare at his mother's half-bare breasts. They looked nicer than any he had ever seen before. Although they weren't especially large, they were still plenty big for his taste and had a nice shape. Her thick, brownish nipples looked enticing, standing out from their halos, contrasting with her paler skin. He licked his lips as he imagined sucking on them and pinching them between his fingers.

Rachel was about to ask her son why he had stopped tormenting her when she followed his eyes down. She gasped when she saw her partially exposed breasts. She lurched back and quickly crossed her arms over herself. Her eyes met his. She felt a mixture of abashment and wickedness. For an instant she considered lowering her arms, then thought of the neighbours.

"Oops..." she murmured, giving him a demure look.

Eric smiled at his mother. He was almost dizzy with lust. Her arms were still crossed over her chest, but he noticed that the left side of her top was not covering her completely. Beneath her arm he saw part of her breast. It looked firm. He reached out, intending to tug her top down to cover her, but she recoiled, twisting her body to her right.

"No, Eric," she snapped.

"Mom... your boob is still uncovered." Eric pointed with his finger, still staring at it.

Rachel looked down. She shifted her left arm and saw the hem of her top creep up her breast as she moved her elbow. The edge of her areola appeared from beneath her top. She tilted her eyes up to her son's, noticing the look of excitement on his face. He looked so much like Brad did at that age. She moved her arm some more, then felt the air on her bare nipple. Now satisfied, she grew still

"Was that what you were hoping to see again?" Rachel's voice was quiet, but thick from being horny.

Eric gave a slow nod, then looked up to his mother's face and smiled. Her dark eyes shimmered. She looked nervous, but her expression also revealed an inner desire that he shared.

"We better go inside before Kevin and Dean see my tits too." When Rachel stood up her top slid down, covering her chest completely once more. She went in to the kitchen.

Eric followed his mother inside. She was sitting on a chair by the table, still looking nervous. She smiled, but it seemed forced. Eric looked down and noticed how her skirt had separated to reveal her right thigh. It looked soft and smooth.

"Are you okay, Mom?" Eric asked, now worried.

Rachel gave him a nod. "Yes... just feeling guilty for being so bad. What would your father think if he saw me?"

"Don't feel that way, Mom. Don't you think that Dad would want you to be happy?"

Rachel nodded. Her mouth was tight, as though she might cry. Her bottom lip quivered.

"Besides, what do you think he'd say if he saw what I just did?"




After The Accident



Rachel grinned. "I know exactly what he'd say -- and do."

"Yeah... your top would probably be off by now." Eric looked down at his mother's chest as he grinned.

Rachel gave her son a nervous smile and a slow nod. Her eyes met his, noting how he was ogling her, then she looked down to the bulge in his jeans. Dozens of perverted thoughts filled her mind.

"Yeah... he probably wouldn't have even waited to get me inside." Rachel gave her son a shy smile.

"It sounds like Dad was quite the horn dog," Eric remarked.

Rachel gave her son a shrewd grin. "Like father, like son."

Eric blushed and smirked, then avoided her eyes.

"It's okay... all teenage guys are like that, Eric; don't be embarrassed," she said. "When your father was your age he would get turned-on if the wind blew," she said.

Eric laughed, then grew silent. His smile faded. "I miss Dad so much," he sighed.

"I know... me too."

Silence filled the kitchen while Eric observed his mother. He heard her heave and sigh, then saw tears running down her rosy cheeks. He stepped over to her and brushed them away with his thumb then kissed her damp cheek. She smiled up at him.

"I love you, Mom, and more than anything, I want you to be happy."

"I know. I am, or at least as much as I can be without your father. You make me happy. I don't know what I'd do without you, Eric. If I ever lost you I'd..." Rachel was unable to finish the sentence.

Rachel got up from her chair. She slid her arms around her son's waist. She held onto him, looking up at his face. She could feel her breasts pressed to him and knew he would enjoy that. She felt his hands on her waist, then sliding up under her top. Her clit responded. He had touched her back many times when he hugged her, but never her bare back. Somehow it made a difference. Perhaps it was feeling his hands on her skin that excited her and made their embrace seem illicit

Eric held his mother tighter. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. As Rachel raised her arms she felt her top ride up. Her nipples brushed over her son's t-shirt. She knew that they were showing, and perhaps even more was.

"Oops..." she said.

"What?" Eric gave her a puzzled look.

"This top just doesn't want to stay down," she said with a nervous titter.

"Oh... I didn't know. I can't see anything when you hug me anyway," he reassured her.

"Disappointed?" Rachel let out a mischievous giggle.

Eric did not reply.

"Eric, Honey -- I know that things with us probably aren't like it is between most mothers and sons; it's not easy for either of us with your father gone. But I hope that you don't think badly of me if I seem a little more wild or unorthodox than Dean's mother, or your other friends' mothers. I guess I'm just not normal. Plus, I rely on you a lot more than most mothers probably rely on their sons, so that makes a difference too."

"Normal is subjective, Mom. And I want you to rely on me. I just hope I don't let you down," he told her. "I know that no one can ever replace Dad, but I want to be there for you like he was."

"Thanks. I love you, Eric."

"I love you too." 

Rachel felt relieved. She smiled as she held her son. She could feel her breasts move over his t-shirt. "If anyone walks in now we're going to have a lot of explaining to do," she laughed.

"I don't care. Besides, we'll hear them walking up the steps," he said.

"I hope so, or they're going to get a good look at my tits." She giggled nervously, both at the notion and for being so blunt with her son.

"I'll let you go then," he said, although he did not want to.

"No. Don't," she blurted out.

"We could go in to the living room," he suggested.

"Okay." Rachel lowered her arms and tugged her top down, giving Eric a shy smile. "Come on," she said."

Eric followed his mother into the living room. He sat down to her left on the couch. She tucked her legs under her and leaned on her left hip, facing him. She looked nervous.

"Will you hold me, Eric, like you were?" she asked after several seconds.

"Sure... ah... if you want me to," he stammered.

"I do," she said. "No one has held me like that since your father."

Eric moved closer to his mother and pulled her against him. She slid her arms around him and rested her head on his right shoulder. Eric's hands wandered around to her lower back. Her top had come up a few inches, just enough for him to slide his hands over her bare flesh. When he looked down he saw how her slit skirt had fallen away from her right thigh. It was uncovered a little more than half way up and looked silky smooth. Beneath her skirt the curves of her hip and ass looked nice. He wanted to run his hands over them.

"Mmmm... this is so nice," Rachel said, almost moaning. She wiggled closer, holding her son tighter.

"And you won't have to worry about your top coming up since you're sitting down," Eric added with a nervous chuckle.

"I was mainly worried about Dean or somebody else walking in when we were in the kitchen. You already saw them earlier on the porch, so I don't care."

His mother's comment startled Eric, but increased his desire. "That was an accident, Mom -- when you raised your arms," he contended.

Rachel leaned back slightly and looked up at her son. She grinned. "What about before that -- when you were tickling me... I felt your hand under my top getting a few feels ... was that an accident too?"

Eric blushed. His mother had a smug look on her face, but didn't appear angry, which surprised him. Then it occurred to Eric that she had not protested earlier on the porch when his hand touched her breast. He wondered if she enjoyed him touching her as much as he had.

"I didn't mean to, Mom. They're big, so they kind of got in the way when I was tickling you," he claimed.

Rachel gave her son a skeptical look. "They're not that big, Eric," she said with a soft chuckle.

Eric eased his mother away from him and peered down, surveying her chest. Rachel watched her son's eyes scanning her. It was the first time that he had been so blatant about it and the first time that she had acquiesced. She straightened her back, feeling her stiff nipples push against the soft material of her top. She felt like an exhibitionist and it being her son who was looking made it much more exciting.

"They're big enough, Mom," he said, smiling as he looked down.

Rachel felt her heart beating faster, pumping blood to her cit. It swelled and began to throb. Her pussy began getting even wetter, as though it wanted Eric's hard cock as much as she did at that moment. She blushed, as much from shyness as desire.

"You like them, don't you?" Rachel's voice was getting hoarse as her libido increased.

Eric nodded and gave his mother a faint smile, too nervous to say anything.

"I've known that for a while. I've noticed how you look at me sometimes. It reminds me of your father. You get the same look in your eyes. It's unnerving."

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"No... I meant it gives me a rush and... you know..." Rachel's cheeks flushed as her eyes met his.

"Makes you excited?" he asked, sounding hopeful.

Rachel smiled up at her son. "Yes. That's a nice way to put it," she said.

Eric grew silent, pondering the implications of his mother's revelation. "Wow..." he breathed.

"Wow what?"

"I'm just surprised, that's all."

"Did you think I never got... excited?" she asked, content to keep using the euphemism.

"No... I'm just surprised that you do when I look at you though," he explained.

"I can't help it. You remind me of Brad so much and you get that look.... God, I can't believe I'm telling you this, Eric!" Rachel giggled and buried her face in her son's chest.

"It's okay, Mom." Eric ran his hand up and down his mother's back beneath her top, stroking her and savoring the feeling of her soft skin.

"Hey... watch where your hand's going, buddy," she warned, then chuckled.

"It's just your back," he said.

"I know... I was just teasing. No one has rubbed my back since your father."

"Is it ok? Do you want me to stop?"

"No... it feels nice," she murmured.

Rachel shifted her hips. She sighed as Eric glided his hand up and down her back. She pressed her thighs together and clenched her jaw as her clit throbbed. Her panties were soaked and she wondered if there was a wet spot on her skirt. She could feel her top inching up as her son's hand moved higher up her back, but she did not care. The way she was laying on his chest meant that only the right side of her top could slide up anyway.

Eric continued caressing his mother's back. He ran his left hand slowly up and down her right side from her hip towards her breast, still covered by her top. Each time his hand moved up he inched her top higher.

"Don't tickle me again, please," she said.

"I'll be good. I promise," he replied.

"I didn't say you had to be good; just don't tickle me." Rachel tilted her head up and smiled at her son.

Eric grinned and pinched the hem of his mother's top between his fingers. Slowly he tugged it higher up on her right side. She lowered her eyes, watching as more of her midriff was bared. The soft material brushed over Rachel's stiff nipple until it was uncovered. Eric stared at it. He licked his lips, watching as he exposed more of her firm, round breast. The room was silent except for the sounds of Eric and his mother breathing, heavier than normal now. He continued to stroke her back as he pulled at her top. Once her breast was completely uncovered he slid his hand down her side, stopping just above her skirt, then back up again.

"Touch it..." she said, urging him to fondle her.

"Do you want me to?"

Rachel met her son's eyes and nodded. "Yes," she whispered.

Eric cupped his mother's breast in his hand. Her hard nipple poked into his palm. He took it between his fingers and pinched it, then gave it a tug, stretching it. Rachel moaned and arched her back to meet her son's hand. He bent down and flicked his tongue over her thick nipple. She moaned, louder this time. He wrapped his lips around her dark nipple and began to suck on it hard, clutching her breast. Rachel's breathing was laboured. She cradled the back of her son's head in her hand, holding him to her swollen nub. She clenched her jaw and moaned a few more times, watching Eric suck. She shifted on to her hip, giving him easier access. 

When his mother moved, Eric noticed her right thigh showing through the slit in her skirt. He let go of her breast and placed his hand on her knee. He ran it up her thigh. His mother's smooth skin was soft and warm. His fingers disappeared under her skirt, moving towards her ass. He stopped when the material became too tight against her to get his fingers under it. Eric ran his hand back down. He slipped his fingers around to the inside of her thigh. Seconds later he felt his mother's hand clutching his forearm. She looked nervous.

"No... I'm sorry, Eric, but... we shouldn't... get carried away," she said, her voice low and thick.

Eric nodded, moving his hand from her thigh. He reached out and tugged her top down over her breast, then kissed her flushed cheek. "I love you, Mom," he breathed into her ear.

Rachel sat up and put her arms around her son's neck, pulling him to her. "I love you so much, Eric," she gushed. "I... know we shouldn't be carrying-on like this, but I need to feel as close to you as I can. I hope you don't think I'm horrible."

"No, of course not, Mom. I like it too. Haven't you seen how I've been looking at you lately?"

"Yeah... I've been trying not to give in, but I finally decided that if you feel the same, then it's nobody's business besides our own. But let's take things slow, okay?"

Eric nodded and gave his mother a smile. His hands were on her waist, but his eyes were everywhere.

"Okay, I should get something ready for supper," she said, sitting up on the couch.

"How about we order out for Chinese?" he suggested.

"That sounds good and I won't have to cook."

Eric got up and found a flier from the Chinese restaurant they ordered from occasionally. After deciding what they wanted Eric called in their order.

The air was still charged with sexual energy, but their encounter in the living room had actually made Rachel and Eric more at ease with one another. Now their unspoken desires were revealed. They could be more honest with one another, without worrying what the other would think. After their food arrived Eric and his mother sat at the kitchen table eating. Both were hungry, but they also had a need that was yet to be satisfied. They spoke little as they ate, letting their smiles and glances express themselves.

Once they had finished eating Eric went back to the living room. He turned the television on and slumped down on the couch. His mother was finishing her food. He listened while she cleared off the kitchen table and put the garbage away. When she walked in to the living room Eric looked up from the television and smiled at her. He reached out for her wrist and drew her down on the couch beside him. He wrapped his left arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards him so she was resting against his chest. He kissed her cheek. She smiled up at him, then pressed her dewy lips to his cheek.

"I love you, Eric," she said, bathing his cheek and neck in her hot breath.

Rachel curled up on the couch, resting on her hip and nuzzled closer to her son. She slipped her arms around him and let out a contented sigh.

The television continued to pump out a constant stream of reality shows and commercials throughout the evening, but Eric and his mother ignored them all. He aimed the remote and lowered the volume until it was barely audible. He twisted his body about to face his mother and put his arms around her waist. He kissed her forehead and pulled her tighter to him. She let out a soft moan. For the first time Eric and Rachel felt more like lovers than mother and son. It was what both had wanted for some time. 

Eric wanted to run his hands over her body, to touch every inch of her, but he knew that she was not ready for that yet. This closeness was something he had never dared for. He was more than content with it and did not want to rush his mother.

The living room grew dark as the sun set. Eric did not get up to turn a light on. The bluish glow of the television provided enough light for him to see his beautiful mother resting in his arms. Her eyes were closed. If she wasn't asleep, she was close to it. Eric did not want to disturb her so he continued to hold her, enjoying the feeling of her soft, curvy body against him. By the time she stirred it was past ten o'clock.

"What time is it?" she asked, yawning.

"A quarter past ten."

"Wow... I'm sorry. I never meant to fall asleep on you like that."

"It's okay. I still got to hold you, so I was happy," her son said.

Rachel smiled at him. "That was the most peaceful sleep I've had in ages. I feel so safe when you're holding me."

"Good... thanks, Mom -- I'm glad you do. I'll hold you whenever you want."

"I'm going to go to bed. Have a good night." Rachel leaned over and kissed her son.

"You too, Mom." Eric kissed his mother's soft cheek, then watched her walk away.

###

Eric was awoken the next morning by the sound of water running in the bathroom. He rolled over in bed and groaned when he saw that it was not quite seven o'clock yet. The water stopped running and he heard his mother returning to her bedroom. Now he had to use the bathroom after listening to the sound of the water. He trudged to the bathroom wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt, still half-asleep, to empty his bladder. As he was leaving the bathroom he heard his mother call out to him.

"Don't tell me you're getting up already, Eric," she said, sounding sleepy.

Rachel's bedroom door was ajar by almost a foot. Eric pushed it open and looked inside. On the floor beside the bed he noticed her white panties. His mother was lying on her back, looking towards the door. Her auburn hair framed her face. She brushed it aside and raised up, resting on her left elbow. She was wearing a light blue shirt that Eric recognized as being one of his father's. It was unbuttoned mid-way down her chest. As she leaned over it fell away from her, revealing her upper chest and part of her pendulous left breast. If he were closer, standing over her, he would be able to see her nipple. He wondered if it was hard. Eric could feel his cock beginning to tent his boxers, but he didn't care. He hoped his erection would entice his mother.

"No, I just had to use the bathroom. It's too early to get up," he said.

"Well, it sure looks like something is up," she quipped, looking down to his cock.

Eric felt his erection push out at his boxers. He walked over to his mother's bed and pulled the covers aside. He slid in beside her. He felt his leg brush against hers. As he wiggled closer his erection rubbed over her thigh through his underwear. The sensation was electric. He felt his cock twitch and thicken.

"Are you always this chipper in the mornings?" his mother asked, feeling his erection rub over her thigh.

"Only when I'm around you."

Rachel giggled, feeling her clit begin to throb and her pussy moisten.

Eric leaned over his mother. He looked inside her shirt, then pulled it away from her, exposing her left breast. He licked his lips as he stared at her nipple. He bent down and ran his tongue around her areola, then licked her nipple. It stiffened and began to swell, rising to meet his mouth. He pinched it between his lips and began to suck. When he heard his mother moan and felt her hand on his back he began to suck harder, tugging at it with his lips. His slid his left hand down her side to her right hip. He stroked it, still teasing her thick nipple with his lips and tongue.

Rachel ran her hand over her son's muscled back. Her pussy was dripping wet and she had begun to breathe faster. She looked down, watching her son's mouth on her nipple. It was too late to tell him to stop, but she did not want to anyway. His stiff cock was poking at her stomach now. It felt thick and she imagined what it might feel like in her mouth or pussy, filling her. The more she imagined it, the more she convinced herself that if it happened it would only strengthen their bond. She moved her hand around to Eric's stomach. It quivered beneath her fingers as she slid them down. When she felt the elastic waistband of his boxers Rachel paused a moment, second-guessing herself, then she ran her fingers along her son's shaft through his underwear. It was as thick as she had guessed, although slightly longer than his father's. She felt it pulse when she gave it a soft squeeze.

When Eric felt his mother's hand on his cock he flinched and jerked his head away from her swollen nipple. He looked down, then smiled at her and thrust his hips towards her, shoving his cock deeper into her fist.

"Do you like that?" she asked with a coy smile.

"Yeah..." he moaned.

"Pull them down," she said.

Eric lifted his hips up and quickly tugged his underwear down past his knees. He could hardly believe that his mother had asked him to do that but wanted to comply quickly in case she changed her mind. His hard shaft rose beneath the covers. He turned and felt the head rub over her hip through her shirt. He noticed her look down and smile. Eric had never been so excited in his life. He drew in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. When he felt his mother's soft hand wrap around his throbbing cock he closed his eyes as a deep moan escaped his throat.

"Does that feel good?" Rachel's voice was as soft and teasing, like her fingers. She smiled, watching the look of pleasure on his face.

"Yeah..." he sighed, then opened his eyes and smiled.

"Roll over."




After The Accident



Eric turned on his back, feeling his cock tent the sheet and blanket. He watched his mother sit up on the bed beside him. She slid the covers down off of them. When his rigid cock was uncovered he heard his mother give a faint moan of delight. She wasted no time, as if she instinctively knew that he would not last long. Her fingers curled around the base of his cock. She gave it a squeeze, then began to glide her hand along it, pumping it with her fist. He looked up at her leaning over him. Her breasts hung from her open shirt and swayed in rhythm to the movement of her hand and shoulders. He reached up to her right breast, kneading it while she stroked him. Eric's breathing was faster now and he felt sweat forming on his forehead. He wanted to hold off, to make this last as long as possible, but a few minutes later he knew he couldn't. He gave a deep moan and thrust his cock into his mother's hand as he came. His cum shot from it, splashing over her hand and arm. The second and third steams left her fingers drenched in his seed. He sighed and collapsed on the bed, spent.

"Oh, god... my baby came so hard," she cooed. His mother was still stroking him, rubbing his sticky cum over his shaft and balls until he began to soften a minute or so later.

Eric looked up at his mother and smiled. He was still panting and his face felt hot. He watched as her tongue ran over her fingers and the back of her hand, lapping up every drop of his cum. It was the most exciting thing he had ever seen in his life. She dropped her hand to her lap and smiled.

"Mmmmm... that was a great breakfast," she said, almost moaning, then grinned.

"I can give you some more if you wait a while," he said.

Rachel ran her finger over her son's thigh, wiping his cum from it, then licked it from her finger. She looked perfectly wanton. She looked down to his cock resting on his thigh and ran her fingertip along the slit, wiping up one last drop running from it. She swallowed sucked on her fingertip.

"You rest. I'm going to have a shower." Rachel bent down and kissed his cheek, then slid out of bed.

Eric listened to the sound of the shower. He imagined his mother's naked body, wet and glistening as she washed herself. He pulled his underwear off the rest of the way and got out of bed. The bathroom door was closed. He slowly turned the knob and slipped inside, closing the door behind him.

Rachel turned and gave a quick cry of surprise when she saw her son pull the shower curtain aside and step in the tub. She smiled and ran her eyes down his naked body. His thick cock swayed as he moved. She licked her lips, impatient for him to become hard again. 

"I thought I could wash your back for you," her son said.

"You're so thoughtful." She turned away from him and handed him the soap.

Rachel's fingers went to her clit when she felt her son's hands gliding over her soapy back. She rubbed her button, then pushed a finger in her pussy as she moved her hips. When she felt his cock pressed to her ass she moaned and pushed back, feeling it between her cheeks. She leaned forward slightly and ground herself against his manhood.

"You feel good even when you're soft," she said.

Eric slid his soapy hands around his mother's wet body. He ran them up her flat stomach to her breasts. Holding them tight, he pulled her back so she was pressed to his broad chest. He brushed her wet hair over her shoulder and kissed her neck, then nibbled at it. She giggled and squirmed, then moaned and rocked her hips as he pinched and tugged at her nipples.

"You're driving me crazy, Eric," she said.

He ran his right hand back down her soft body to her pussy. He cupped her mound, grinding the ball of his hand into her clit. She let out a loud moan and pushed back. When his finger slipped into her she cried out and reached down to steady herself with his muscular thighs. She squeezed his finger, holding it deep in her. Eric began working it in and out slowly, groping her left breast with her other hand.

"You're making me so fucking horny," she said through clenched teeth.

"I want to make you cum, Mom," he said, breathing in her ear.

"Keep this up and you will."

Eric continued to finger his mother and rub his thumb over her hard clit. Her heavy breathing almost drowned out the sound of the hot water washing over them. When she came for the first time he felt her grip him. He pulled at her nipple and pressed down harder on her clit, making her moan louder.

"Oh god... Eric... yes... please..." 

His mother's cried filled the bathroom and made him as happy as much it excited him. He continued to rub her sensitive clit until her body went rigid, then she fell back into his arms. She was breathing hard and holding his thighs.

"You... oh god... you made me cum so hard. I'd forgotten I could cum like that," she said in a series of breaths.

Eric kissed his mother's flushed cheek. "I love you, Mom. I told you I wanted to take care of you," he said.

Rachel turned around and slid her arms around her son. She pulled him to her still trembling body and leaned her head on his shoulder. She could still feel waves of passion course through her. They said nothing. They were content to just enjoy the moment and the sensuous feelings of their bodies against one another. When Rachel felt her son's cock begin to swell and rise she looked down in surprise. It rubbed over her lips and pressed against her over-sensitive clit.

"Wow -- ready for more so soon?" She lifted her eyes to his and smiled.

"Yeah... well, I mean I'm always ready for it around you, but..."

"But what?" she asked, confused by his sudden silence.

"I wasn't sure how you felt, or what you wanted."

"I feel horny," she said with a shameless laugh. "And I want you. I want you to take care of me and be there for me, Eric -- just like your father was -- in every way."

Eric gave his mother a wide smile. He cupped her chin in his hand then bent down and kissed her full, moist lips. She gave a soft cry of surprise, but responded, opening her mouth to receive his kiss. He sucked on her bottom lip, then darted his tongue over it before easing away. He smiled, pleased by the look of happiness on her face.

"Let's get out of here," she said.

Rachel turned the water off and stepped out of the tub. She and her son each pulled a towel from the shower rod and began drying themselves off. Once they had finished Rachel looked down at her son's growing erection, surprised that he was getting hard again so soon, but happy. She tugged at his wrist, giving him an enticing smile.

Eric followed his mother back in to her bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and tugged at his hips, bringing him closer. His cock twitched and rose as she ran her hands up and down his bare thighs. When she took his erection in her hand and ran her tongue along the underside Eric moaned. He placed his hands on her shoulders, watching her lick his shaft and balls. He was fully hard now and thick.

"I bet you never imagined your mom could be so naughty." Rachel titled her eyes up to her son's face, still holding his cock in her hand. She ran her tongue over the swollen head and looked back up to him.

"No... but I tried a few times," he said, then smiled.

Rachel sucked on the mushroom-shaped head of his cock, then slid her wet lips down. She took as much as she could into her mouth, then sucked harder as she drew her lips back up. She squeezed the base, watching as his veins bulged and it thickened, then she engulfed his meat with her lips again. She drew it into her warm, wet mouth. Rachel moaned and reached down to stroke her pink lips. Her clit was alive with sensations again and her pussy was more than ready for him.

"Mmmm... I could suck your cock all day, but there's somewhere else I want it."

She slid back on the bed, looking up at her son. Stroking her thighs, she parted them so he could see her wet, pink lips. She spread them open and smiled when she saw the eager look on his face. She felt embarrassed that she had not trimmed her bush, but she had not been expecting this to happen. But her hair was still rather sparse down there so she hoped he would not care.

"I need you, Eric," she said in a slightly hoarse voice. "Come take care of your mother."

Eric crawled across the bed towards his waiting mother. He knelt between her open thighs and ran his hands up and down them. Her lips glistened with her juice and were parted slightly in anticipation. He lowered himself on her, feeling her arms and legs wrap around him. Now they were wrapped in a taboo embrace; about to complete their forbidden union.

When Rachel felt Eric's cock penetrate her she moaned. For over a year she had only felt her own fingers in her. It took her a few seconds to become accustomed to feeling so full. She began breathing faster as she clutched his shoulders. As her son's cock sank deep in her she clenched her jaw and pushed up with her hips to meet him. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he settled between her soft thighs and pressed down on her.

"God... fuck me, Eric... we've wanted this for so long... don't hold back, Honey," she moaned.

His mother's bawdy encouragement spurred Eric on. He began pumping his hips. Her pussy was tight and wet. He could feel her gripping his cock deep within her, just as she had done with his finger earlier in the shower. Her breasts shook as he thrust hard and deep into her, slapping his balls against her as his shaft sank into her warm interior. He placed his hand on her left breast and began to knead it as he pumped faster. When he pinched her nipple she moaned louder and sank her fingernails into his shoulders.

"Mmmm... your cock feels so good, Honey... that's it... harder, Eric... please."

Eric straightened his back and grabbed his mother's hips. His cock slipped from her momentarily but he pushed the head back in, then tugged hard, pulling her onto his thick shaft. She cried out and arched her back. Eric slid his left arm around the small of her back, supporting her while he started pumping his cock hard once more. He ran his right hand down to her clit, rubbing it with his thumb as he watched his slick cock move in and out of her.

When his mother came Eric stopped moving his hips. His cock was buried in her. She was squeezing it hard and he loved the feeling. He continued to rub her clit up and down. As she came for the third time he slipped out of her and straddled her stomach.

"Cum on me... I want your cum all over my tits, Eric." she said as she began to fondle them.

Eric pumped his cock in his fist. It was coated with her juice and he loved the sensation. When he came the first time he leaned over her, shooting a stream of cum across her left breast. The second and third ropes splashed over her breasts and between them. He squeezed the base of his cock and slid his fist down it, milking the last few drops from it. He wiped the slit over her hard nipples.

Rachel was massaged her breasts, painting them with her son's hot, thick cum. He laid down beside her, catching his breath. He rolled over on his right side towards her and kissed her reddened cheek. She smiled and turned her head towards him.

"I love how you take care of me," she said.

"Good. I hope you'll continue to let me," Eric told her.

Rachel rolled over. She rested her arm across her son's chest and laid her head on his shoulder. He brushed her hair aside and kissed her cheek.

"Anytime you want," she said.

Rachel smiled. She pressed her moist lips to her son's mouth, wondering how long it would be before he was hard again.



After The Accident



My sister Beth was always trying to fix me up with one of her divorced friends. They were nice women and I enjoyed their company. I had sex with most of them but was afraid to get serious about starting a life with them. The dancing made me paranoid that if I got married my wife would probably cheat on me. It was just a fact that I couldn't get over. I had been with way too many married women to think differently. I will say that I do believe I could be monogamous.

The years passed and I dated but just stayed away from getting serious about any woman. It was crazy; I wanted a wife that I could believe in and trust but my past just wouldn't allow it. Every time I got close to a woman I took a long haul job so I wouldn't have to face my own fears.

One time when I was home I talked with Beth about marriage. She was my sister and I was pretty sure she would be honest with me.

"Beth, have you ever cheated on Lloyd?" Lloyd was my brother.

"Boy, that's a strange question coming from you, the man of a thousand women."

"I'm serious, Beth, that's my problem with women. I want to find that special girl for me but I'm so afraid of her cheating on me. I don't care about a woman's past but I would be very concerned about her future relationships if we were married."

"Okay, Henry, I'll try to be as honest as possible with you. I have never cheated on Lloyd. I never even thought about it. I will tell you that when we would go out and men would hit on me, it felt good. Some even tried to touch me but I never told Lloyd. Not unless the men got out of hand. Most women are able to control advances. If we told our husbands every time a man made advances to us we would never have anytime to talk about anything else," she laughed.

"You know, I've been with many married women. What about them? Why are they so different than you?"

"It's a choice a woman makes, just like a man making the same choice. Some choose to cheat while others feel it's wrong and don't do it. Some women feel their husbands don't show them enough attention and they go where they can find that attention. In most cases it's from men that are just like them. They might be happy during a short period of time but in the long run it usually ruins their marriage. I just happen to be married to a man I love and he loves me. Besides, I told him if he ever cheated on me, I'd kill him," she laughed again.

"I wish I could find someone that feels the way you do. I'm just afraid that there are fewer and fewer women like you out there, Sis."

"They're out there, Henry. I guess they say about forty percent of married people have affairs, so that gives you sixty percent that are monogamous. See, the odds are still in your favor."

"Sis, not to change the subject but have you seen Joanie lately? I probably haven't seen her in ten years now. Probably since that time you all came to the club to watch me dance," I smiled.

"Believe it or not I saw her last year. She and her husband live in Akron now. They have three kids. They are a pretty nice family. About six years ago, Joanie told me they almost got divorced."

"Divorced? Cheating, I bet you," I said to Beth.

"You're right. Joanie found out her husband was having an affair and it about ended the marriage. They separated for about six months until Joanie took him back. She forgave him and they started anew. I remember when she was your old girlfriend. You two made a nice couple but I didn't think either of you were ready for a serious relationship. You had to sow those wild oats. Joanie did a lot of dating before getting married."

I didn't tell my sis about Joanie's gang bang. What purpose would that serve and besides, I always tried to keep my promises. I figured that's why Joanie took her husband back. She was no better than he was in the cheating department. He just got caught.

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I decided to drive east for awhile. I had seen so much of the west coast throughout the years. I was headed through Pennsylvania and stopped to eat at a truck stop. One of the nicest waitresses came to my table. Her name tag said Lil.

"You must be new around here. I don't think I've ever seen you here before. What can I get you?' She just smiled and waited for an answer.

I just looked at her. Something pulled at my heart strings and I had no idea why. She was a very good looking woman that I would guess to be in her late thirties. She had the most beautiful and sincere smile and a demeanor that felt so real. Her dimples just made me want to look at her. Why was I feeling this way? Maybe I was thinking too much about finding the right woman. When she said, "what can I get you?" My mind wanted to say so many things but I was almost tongue tied.

"What would you suggest?" I asked. "You know the food better than anyone."

She smiled back. "Let me get you the steak special. I'm sure you will like it."

"I know I will if you suggested it," I said. "I'm sorry; I know that sounded like a come-on and I didn't want it to be. There is just something about you and I don't know what it is. I really would like to get to know you better. There I go again. I'm sorry."

"I'll just take it all as a compliment, and if you want to get to know me better, you'll just have to come in more often," she said as she walked away with a big smile on her face.

I couldn't believe the way I acted. Almost like a kid trying to pick up a date. Damn, I'd be lucky if she even talked to me now.

She came back in a few minutes with my coffee. "Your dinner will be ready in a few minutes. You know what my name is. What's yours?" she said with that big beautiful smile.

"I'm Henry. I have my own truck and thought I would start hauling east for awhile. After seeing you, I wish I would have started years ago. Damn it! I'm sorry; I keep saying the wrong things."

"It's okay, Henry, I get hit on a lot and I know you mean it as a compliment. Maybe we'll see you here a lot more often?" She smiled again as she went back to wait on her other customers.

She stopped back and brought me my dinner and later asked about dessert. I told her I had to hit the road but anytime I traveled east, I would be sure to stop. She gave me that big beautiful dimpled smile and I was on my way.

I was trying to remember if she was wearing a wedding ring. I was so engrossed with her looks and personality that I never checked it out. I continued east to make my delivery. All I could think of while I was driving was this woman, this waitress. What made her so fascinating to me? I guess I would have to find out the next time I went east.

I looked for a return trip that would come back through Pittsburgh but there were none available. I had to settle for going to upstate New York. It was nice country but I didn't see another Lil.

It was three weeks before I got another run through Pittsburgh. I stopped back at the truck stop and Lil remembered me.

"Hi Henry, welcome back. I hoped you would come back through. What can I get you today?"

"Just bring me your special or anything else you suggest." Well, at least I didn't mess up too bad this time.

When she came back through I looked at her hands. She was wearing a wedding ring. She saw me staring at her ring.

"Are you married, Henry?" she asked.

"No, and I was kind of hoping you weren't either. I wanted to get to know you better and I don't try to date married women."

She looked sadly at me. "I don't tell most truckers this but my husband was killed three years ago in an auto accident. I wear the ring to remember him and so I don't get hit on as much."

"I'm sorry, Lil, both for the loss of your husband and the way I've been talking to you. I really did want to get to know you better but didn't want to make a bad impression. There is just something about you, like I've known you for a long time. Maybe, someday would you like to go to dinner or a movie?"

"I'm afraid I don't know you well enough right now, Henry. I'm sorry but please keep coming in. Who knows what the future holds?" 

I did go through Pennsylvania at least once a month and always stopped in to see Lil. I tried to stop in at slower hours and she would stop and have a cup of coffee with me. I remember telling her that I hope she didn't get into trouble taking a break and talking to me. 

"Your boss or at least the cook keeps looking at me. I love talking to you, that's the main reason I stop here but I don't want you to lose your job or get in trouble for sitting with me."

Lil laughed. "Henry, no chance of losing my job. The older man that keeps staring at you is my stepfather. He and my mother own the restaurant. So, I'm pretty sure my job is safe."

The following month when I stopped by Lil wasn't there. Another waitress, who was nice, waited on me. I saw the cook in back. He brought out my dinner and asked if he could talk to me.

"Henry, isn't it? I'm Ralph and I did want to talk to you, man to man. Lil likes you. I thought I should tell you a little about her family before you get too involved with her. I know she's thirty-six and can make her own decisions but I would hate to see her get hurt. She's been through a lot the last couple of years and just starting to get her life straightened out."

"Ralph, she told me about the loss of her husband."

"There's a lot more than just the loss of her husband. She has two kids. A daughter who's twelve and a son who is fourteen and in a wheelchair. He lost one leg above the knee and is still in therapy. He lost it in the accident that he and his dad were in. Lil has a lot to deal with. Brad, her son, isn't trying to help himself out. He wanted to play sports and of course now he doesn't even try to wear the artificial leg and it's a lot to deal with for Lil and her daughter Amber."

"Ralph, I don't know if you noticed, but I walk with a limp. I broke a hip a number of years ago. I thought my life was over. But, Thank God to a good woman who was my agent and a family who stood behind me, I was able to get my mind on straight and go ahead with my life. I'd like to talk to Brad. I played sports also and there is a world outside of playing sports. Maybe if I told him my story it would help," I suggested.

"I think that would be good. What have we got to lose? The next time you come through here let us know and I'll introduce you to Brad."

"Don't forget to tell Lil I was here. There's something special about her and I really do care for her. The last thing I would want to do is hurt her or her family. You have my word on it. My dad told me back when I was just a kid that a man is only as good as his word."

"Your dad was right. I'll tell her you stopped by, and I know what you mean about being special. It's the way I felt about her mother when I first met her some years back."

It was a good month later when I made the call and told Ralph when I expected to be coming by. When I got there I asked for a table away from everyone else. Lil brought Brad over in a wheelchair. He didn't even have on his artificial leg. Lil looked up at me hoping I would be able to help her son.

"Henry, this is my son, Brad. Brad, this is a friend of mine, Henry. He asked if he could talk to you."

"Mom," said Brad. "I don't mean to be disrespectful, but don't you think I've talked to enough people. I lost my leg and I know I have to live with it. I can't do any of the things that other guys do and I'll have to deal with it. I'm sorry, sir, but there's nothing you can tell me that will bring my leg back and make me a whole person again," said Brad.

I looked over at Lil who had tears in her eyes. I know she was hurting just as much as her son. "Lil, if you don't mind I would like to talk with Brad alone for a few minutes."

She smiled and walked away. "Brad, I'm not here to baby you and tell you you're going to grow back a leg."

Brad looked mad. "It isn't fair. I was just a kid; I didn't do anything wrong. Now I have to spend the rest of my life crippled. It just isn't fair. I wanted to play football, maybe even get a scholarship. Who knows, maybe I could have made the pros. Why are you staring at me? Aren't you going to tell me everything is going to be alright? It's just going to take time?"

"No, Brad, I'm going to tell you the truth. Life sucks sometimes. Life isn't fair. When we come into the world we aren't promised that everything is going to go just the way we want it to. Everything is not dealt out the same for everyone. I'm going to tell you my story."

"Why are you doing this?"

"To help you, your mom and your sister and even your grandparents out. You see, you have to deal with the loss of your leg. What you don't seem to realize is so does your family. They're the ones who have to hear you whine and cry and listen to you moan about your situation. What happened to you is sad, but it happened. You have to get up and go on with your life. Something similar happened to me. I didn't lose my leg but I lost my hopes and dreams and I had to deal with it."

"You look alright to me. What happened?" asked Brad.

"I was a teenager and I played sports, just like you want to do. I made 'All State' in football and went to college in California. I thought I was really good but I couldn't get past second string, so I gave up and decided to become a dancer."

"But, you got to play football. I can't," spoke Brad.

"Who said you can't play? Granted you probably won't win a scholarship but you can wear a prosthetic device and try out. You'll have to first learn to walk and then maybe jog. Eventually you can learn to run. Will it be harder for you than anyone else? Hell, yes, it will! But you can still try out. You can play baseball, golf and swimming and bowling. It's all yours for the taking, but you have to want it bad enough to try."

"So, what happened to you? I will admit you got me interested."

"I danced professionally. Look, don't tell your mom about this. She doesn't know yet and I want to tell her myself."

"Okay, I won't tell. So, what happened? Did you dance on TV?"

"No, I was in an 'All Male Revue', you know, stage dancing. I loved it, I was good and it was what I wanted to do for many years to come. The money was fantastic and I met a lot of different people."

"You mean girls, don't you, Henry? You were a stripper and met lots of girls."

"Easy now, Brad, we're not going into detail here," we both smiled. "The thing is I loved what I was doing and making beaucoup bucks doing it. Then one day I was in an auto accident and broke my hip. Instantly, in a flash my life as I knew it was over. No more stage, no more lights, no more dancing, my future plans all went up in smoke. I walk with a limp and sometimes use a walking stick."

"So, what did you do? You drive a truck now, don't you?"

"First I was like you. I blamed the world and God and anyone I could for doing this to me. My parents and friends stood by me. They listened to me complain day after day and did what they could to help me. My agent was a wonderful woman who helped me pay off the hospital debts and even offered me alternative work. All these people stood behind a twenty-nine year old man who had to start his life over. You see, Brad, they were in pain too. They were in mourning for me.

"Your mom and sister are in mourning for you. If it would have been your mom or sister who had lost their leg, how would you feel? What would you do to help them? Would you close them out of your life? Think about it, Brad. You have a family that is there to help you, but you have to help yourself first. Put on that artificial leg and learn to walk, then jog and then run. It won't be easy, but you will find out that you can do almost anything if you put your mind to it."

"People will probably laugh at me hobbling along."

"Is that what you do when you see someone with a disability? Do you laugh at them?" I asked Brad.

"Of course not!"

"So why do you feel everyone is going to laugh at you? Granted there will be a few assholes out there, but the majority of people will be rooting for you. I can't make you stop feeling sorry for yourself. You're the only one who can do that. You have to take the necessary steps to move forward. I know you can do it if you want it bad enough. Now what you say we have a couple of burgers, your treat," I laughed.

I called Lil over and told her that Brad and I were hungry and Brad was buying me lunch. We all laughed as Lil gave her son a big hug.

After I left, I thought about Brad and Lil. I hoped he would at least try and walk. When I got home I told my sister about Lil and her family.

"Do you really like this woman Henry?" asked Beth.

"Yes, but I don't know what to tell her about my dancing past. What if she won't go out with me? I really want a relationship with her. I just feel she's might be the one."

"What about your phobia about her cheating on you. Have you given it any thought?"

"Yes, I'm sure she would never do it. If we got together I would want to talk to her about it. Beth, I really, really care for her."

"Henry, you're a good man, you really are. If she is half the woman that you say she is then you will make a wonderful couple."

It was over a month before I got back to the restaurant. I had a run to make going west. Too bad, I had to put off seeing Lil again. I could hardly wait for my next trip east. I finally got a trip to Pennsylvania.

The minute I walked in the restaurant Lil came up to me and gave me a hug.

"What was that for? Not that I'm complaining but I've been trying to get one of those for over six months now," I smiled.

"It's for talking to Brad. He's trying; he wears the artificial leg all the time now and is walking with a walker. I want to thank you so much," replied Lil.

"Does that mean you'll go out with me?" I laughed.

Lil stared at me for what seemed like minutes but I knew was only seconds. "Call me the next time you're coming through and we'll plan something."

I was as happy as could be. I looked back toward the kitchen and Ralph waved a 'hello' at me. I was in heaven. I sat down and ate my dinner; Lil hugged me one more time before I left.

I was really feeling good now. I finally got a date with a woman I really cared about. I know this may seem stupid to a lot of guys who've only had sex with a few women and can't understand the way I feel. Throughout my life, sex was good. Sometimes it was really great, but I never had a loving feeling. Let me try and give you some kind of a comparison analogy.

I remember one time there was this famous comedian who said he was sitting on a nude beach watching all the naked bodies walk by. At the beginning of the day he had to put a towel over his lap to hide his excitement, but as the day wore on he got used to the naked women and didn't pay as much attention to them. Until, a woman with a low cut bathing suit bent over in front of him. He strained his neck trying to get a look at her breasts hidden beneath her bathing suit.

It was the way I felt about women up to that time. I enjoyed my time with them but I was looking for that one special one and I believed it to be Lil. I knew deep down that I was falling in love with her.

I wasn't able to make it back to Pittsburgh for the next month. I had already agreed to make two hauls out west, the complete opposite direction of Lil. I decided since I was driving out west that I would try to locate Julie, my friend and agent. After talking with Brad, I realized how much Julie helped me out during those trying days after my accident. She was there for me and I don't know if I ever properly thanked her for it.

I went to where her offices last were and was told that she had sold her business and didn't leave any forwarding address. She had left a number of years ago. I was down a little about not being able to thank her. Sometimes in life we just wait too long to say "Thank you" to people who have helped us. It's what happened in this case.




After The Accident



Over a month had passed and I called the truck stop and asked for Lil.

"Lil speaking. Can I help you?" came the beautiful voice through the phone.

"Yes, you can," I said, "My name is Henry, and I would like to take you out next Friday night on my way back through Pennsylvania."

"Henry! I thought you forgot about me."

"Never! You're in my mind most every waking moment," I answered. "I have a run to Virginia and I thought I'd stop on my way back through and see if you still wanted to go on that date?"

I hoped I wasn't throwing too much sentiment out there. I really didn't know how strongly she felt about me. I didn't want her to think I was some kind of stalker or, even worse, a pervert. At the same time I felt I had to try and hold my cool. Damn, this dating is a lot harder than I ever remembered.

"Virginia? Henry, you don't go through Pittsburgh on your way back from Virginia. Even I know that."

"I do. It's the only trip going east with the companies I deal with in the next couple of weeks. I know it's out of the way but I'm willing to come back that way. What's a few hundred miles when you want to see a friend?"

"Okay, come by around five or six and I'll come out to meet you. We can take my car on our so-called date. I'll find somewhere to take you," she laughed.

"I'll be there! See you Friday."

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I hurried on my trip back from Virginia. I went two hundred miles out of my way back from Virginia to Pittsburgh. I didn't care if I had to come back from Florida. I was going to be there. I stopped at a motel/truck stop and rented a shower. I cleaned up and put on a pair of nice trousers and a decent shirt. I even brought along a sport coat in case I needed it.

This was so weird, a man of my age being so nervous about taking out a woman, but then again I knew in my heart, she was special.

I pulled up to the truck stop and parked my truck in the back of the lot. I locked it after getting out and I saw Lil come out the door toward me. She was still dressed in her waitress outfit. She looked nice but of course I was so pessimistic that I expected the worse.

She came up to me and gave me a hug. "Are you ready to go? Did you do all that spiffing up for me? You look handsome," she laughed. "I hope you don't mind if I stop at my house to change my clothes. I'm always wearing waitress clothes and would like for you to see me in something else."

"Whatever you want to do, waitress or dress clothes or nothing at all, I don't care. I just want to be with you. Oh, shit, I did it again. I'm sorry; sometimes I say things before I think."

"Henry, I'm going out with you because I like you. Would you just take it easy and don't try so hard."

"Lil, there's some things about me I need to tell you..."

"No, Henry, not tonight. I don't want to hear about your past and I don't want to discuss mine. You're the first date I've had in three years and I want to just enjoy it. I picked out a movie and then maybe dinner and a little dancing. If we hit it off, then I'll hear what you want to tell me about your sordid past," she laughed again.

She stopped by her house. It was really a nice place in the suburbs of Pittsburgh. She pulled up in the drive and told me that there was someone who wanted to meet me. As we entered the door, her twelve year old daughter greeted us.

"Amber, this is Henry; Henry, this is the sweetest girl a mother could ask for, Amber."

"Hi there, Sir. Mom talks about you a lot."

"Amber, he doesn't want to hear about that. Anyway, I'm going to change. Talk about school or something; I'll only be a few minutes."

"So, Amber, what grade are you in and what do you want to be when you grow up."

"You're funny Henry. All grown-ups ask the same questions when they don't know what to say, so I'll give you my standard answer. Right now I just want to enjoy my life as a girl almost thirteen. I don't have any future plans but I like to cook with Grandpa-Ralph, so maybe I'll be a chef. I like dancing. Were you really a dancer, Henry?"

I choked. Who told her that? Brad must have told her about my past. "Well, yes, I danced for a few years but I don't think we'll discuss it. I drive a big semi now. Would you like to go for a ride in it someday?" I said, trying to change the subject.


"I've never rode in a big truck; that would be neat."

"What would be neat?" asked Lil coming into the room.

"Henry said he would take me for a ride in his truck someday. Wow, Mom, you look beautiful, even sexy," smiled Amber.

"Why, thank you, sweetheart," replied Lil.

I looked at Lil; she looked so beautiful. She had on a silky red and black dress that came down about three inches above her knees. Her hair was down around her shoulders and she looked like an angel to me.

"Say something, Henry. This is where you're supposed to say something nice about Mom."

"I'm at a loss for words. I really am. She is the most gorgeous woman I've seen in a long time."

"Henry, you don't need to overdo it. If you think I look nice, it's good enough for me," replied a smiling Lil.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not overdoing it. You are a very beautiful woman and I'm just not the best with words. You truly are an angel."

Lil went back in the bedroom to get her purse. Amber looked at me, "Thanks for taking Mom out tonight. I've never seen her this happy in years and, yes, I agree with you. Mom's as close to an angel as anyone here on earth."

Lil came back into the room. "What are you two talking about now?" she asked.

"Just angels and stuff, Mom. Have a good time and don't stay out too late," replied a smiling Amber.

"Yes, Dear, Brad should be home from therapy in about a half hour. If you have any problems, call grandma."

"Mom, I'm almost thirteen. I'll be fine. Go have some fun for a change. It was nice meeting you, Henry. Take good care of my mom," she said with a big grin on her face.

Lil handed me her car keys and I opened the door for her and couldn't help but notice her slender yet muscular legs when she got into the car. She glanced up at me and gave kind of a quirky smile.

We talked a little about where we might be going as I headed to the movies. She picked out a new comedy that just came out and asked me if it was alright with me. Of course I just wanted to be with her and would go anywhere she wanted.

It turned out the movie was really funny. It was so good to see her laugh. We shared our popcorn and each had a beverage. We were both smiling when we left the theater. I asked her to pick a restaurant and we headed to her favorite seafood place. We talked about the movie and what a wonderful time we were having. We stayed away from discussing personal issues. She did mention her kids a couple of times but I had met them both now and it was nice knowing what kind of family she had and how they stuck together.

After dinner we went to a lounge and had a couple of drinks and she asked me to dance. The first song was a little fast but we managed to move to it. I wasn't able to do any pelvic thrusts but I was able to still move my upper body pretty good. Watching her dance and shake her butt was great. Her dimpled smile was getting to me. During the dancing she looked directly at me. I knew she was dancing for me and not the crowd around her.

The fast song ended and they played one of my oldies but goodies. I thought about her while I took her in my arms and danced to:

"There I've Said It Again," I sang lightly into her ear and pulled her ever so close.

I love you, there's nothing to hide, 

It's better than burning inside; 

I love you, no use to pretend, 

There I've said it again.

I've said it, what more can I say; 

Believe me, there's no other way, 

I love you, I will to the end. 

There I've said it again.

As the song played on I continued to whisper the words in Lil's ear. God, I wish I could come up with the words these song writers did.

I try to drum up 

A phrase that will sum up 

All that I feel for you, 

But what good are phrases? 

The thought that amazes 

Is that you love me, 

And it's heavenly.

Forgive me for wanting you so, 

But one thing I want you to know,

I've loved you since heaven knows when, 

There I've said it again.

By the end of the song I had my arms around her and her head lying gently against my shoulder. It was a moment that I hoped would never end. The words from the song I really meant - God I wish I could speak like that. So many songs have my true feelings in them, this being one of them. Being able to tell someone you care for using just the right words.

When the song ended I hated letting go of Lil. I stood there for a few seconds just kind of rubbing her back and the silkiness of her dress. She pulled back a little and said, "I really love that song."

"Me too, one of my favorites. See we already have something in common," I smiled.

"Henry, I believe we have so much in common that we will both be surprised," she smiled but I wasn't exactly sure what she meant.

We finished our drinks and Lil said that it was time to head home. After all, she promised Amber she would be home early and it was just past midnight.

At her door she told me she had a wonderful time. It was the nicest night out that she could remember in recent times.

"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" asked Lil.

Earlier in the evening we decided that I could drive her car back to the restaurant and leave the keys under the floor mat. So I was surprised when she asked me if I wanted to come in for coffee.

I guess I must have been staring at her when she said, "It really is for coffee, Henry. I have two kids here," she smiled.

"Oh, yes, I know. Sure, coffee would be great." I really felt stupid but Lil made me feel at ease.

The kids came in and asked us if we had a nice time. Brad was on crutches but of course without the artificial leg. It was so good to see him doing for himself. I asked both kids if they would like to go to Ohio with me some weekend. Maybe we could take in a park and I'd introduce them to my sister's kids who were about the same age. 

"Yeah," said Brad. "That would be great. We can go to Cedar Point. We were always going to go there but never made it. It's supposed to be awesome and have a million roller coasters."

"Well, Brad, it does have a goodly number of coasters but a long way from a million. Let me get together with my sister and I'll get back with you on when we might be able to go. Of course your mom has to want to go too. I need someone to go on rides with also."

Lil was shaking her head and smiling. "You're not going to make me the bad guy here. I've always wanted to go there since I was a little girl. So, Mr. Henry, it's in your lap now. We will all be waiting for that call." Everyone was laughing.

Lil and I stepped on the porch to say goodnight. "Lil, would it be too forward of me to kiss you goodnight?"

She didn't say a word, but moved right into my arms and put her arms around my neck and kissed me as passionately as I could ever remember being kissed. Soft, warm, moist kisses, we parted our lips just a little to help with our breathing. I was rubbing the silkiness of the back of her dress and was getting flushed when the door opened. We quickly separated. 

There stood April. "Just wondering if you were coming back in, Mom," she smiled.

"Close the door. I'll be in in a minute." The door closed and she kissed me one final time. "Thank you for a wonderful evening, Henry, and don't forget your promise to the kids. I can assure you they won't forget.

I left with a smile on my face and went back to the restaurant. They weren't open all night so it was somewhat dark when I got back. I parked her car next to the building where some light shone on it and put her keys under the mat like I was instructed. There were a few trucks there, probably a few truckers catching their sleep. I climbed up in my cab and lay back on my bed compartment and went to sleep dreaming of my wonderful evening.

I awoke around six when a few of the trucks started their engines. I could see Ralph opening up the restaurant and went in to have some breakfast.

"Hi, Henry. How was your date last night?"

"If I were to use Brad's words, I would have to say 'Awesome, totally awesome'. Seriously, Ralph, between you and me, Lil is the nicest woman I have ever met. I sincerely mean it."

"Well, Henry, you'll be glad to know she thinks a lot of you too. Just take your time and give love a chance. She's been through a lot."

"Thanks, Ralph, I'll do my best. How about some bacon and eggs before I hit the road."

I had my breakfast and headed for home, a much happier man.

On Sunday, I stopped by to talk to Beth and Lloyd. I asked them if they would mind having Lil and her kids at their house for a couple of days

"No problem, Henry. We have plenty of room," replied Lloyd.

"Would you guys all like to go to Cedar Point one day. I kind of promised Lil's kids. I'd even be willing to pay everyone's way."

Beth laughed. "She must be special if you're willing to fork over the big bucks. Sure, I think our kids would like it too. They haven't been there in a few years. How old are Lil's kids, Henry?"

"Brad is fourteen and Amber is almost thirteen. It should work out just right with Ray being fifteen and Cindy fourteen. I think the kids will really get along."

"So, Henry, when is this trip going to take place?" asked Beth

"As soon as you call Lil and set it up. Please make it as soon as possible, for my sake."

"Okay, we'll try for three weeks from now. Is that soon enough to suit you, big brother?" laughed Beth. "I'll call your girlfriend tomorrow and set it up and see if that date is good for them. You can pick them up on Friday. We'll go to Cedar Point on Saturday and you can take them back on Sunday."

"Thanks, Sis. I owe you big time. I'll never forget this."

Time didn't go by quickly enough for me. Beth had called Lil and all the plans were made. I had to make a couple of short trips in the week that followed. They were all in the Midwest.

Readers might not understand why I didn't constantly call Lil. It's because I wasn't positive on how she felt. I didn't want to become a nuisance to her. Like Ralph said, "Take your time and love will win out in the end." That's what I was hoping for. Besides I wanted to let her know about my past before introducing her to my sister and her family.

It was one week before our planned trip when I decided to get in my pickup and go see Lil. I had to tell her about my past before we went together to Cedar Point. It was less than a three hour drive from my apartment to the restaurant.

I pulled up in my pickup and I saw Lil look out the window at me. As I walked up and entered the door a smiling Lil came up to me.

"What are you doing here, Henry? Isn't our date with the kids next week?" she asked.

"Lil, I told you I had things I had to tell you. Things that might make you feel differently about me. I have to get them off my chest before our relationship goes any further. I care too much for you not to tell you these things. I would never lie to you but keeping my past from you would be just as bad."

"Okay, Henry, let's go to the table by the kitchen and you can tell me everything that is on your mind."

I sat facing Lil with my back to the kitchen door. I began by telling her about my dancing and hoped it wouldn't affect our relationship.

"Lil, I was a dancer. I danced for money and did really good. I'm telling you this because I want you to know all about my past. A lovely woman named Julie helped me after my hip injury. I went to see her a few weeks ago in hopes of her talking to you and letting you know that I'm not a bad person. She was my agent and was like a mother to me. I was unable to find her. You need to know that I have been with many..." Lil cut me off.

She was smiling at me and put her finger to my lips to hush me.

"Henry, before you tell me anymore I need to tell you something." She looked at the kitchen door and yelled, "Mom, would you come out here please?"

I turned around and there stood Julie, my friend and agent. She was Lil's mother. My mouth fell open and my eyes were full of tears. I stood up and hugged Julie.

"Hi, Henry, or should I say, 'Billy Bob, The Charmer.' It's so good to see you again. When Lil first described a new trucker who walked with a limp, named Henry, I had a feeling in my heart. I never thought I would see you again."

"It's just Henry now, Julie, and I do have to say it's so good to see you. After talking to your grandson I went to find you and to thank you for saving my life."

"Just like you told my grandson, Henry. It was up to you if you were to survive. I'm just glad you made the right choice. So, what's this I hear you wanting to date my daughter?" she smiled.

"Julie, I haven't even told Lil yet, but I'm in love with her. I'm willing to take it slow and easy. I just want to be with her."

I turned around and Lil was crying. She got up and kissed me. Julie shook her head and smiled. "I don't know any two people who make a better couple. I know neither of you need my permission to date, but you both have it."

"Are there any other secrets you haven't told me?" I asked Lil in a smiling way.

"Yes, there is. I promise to tell you next week when we go on vacation with the kids. It has to wait till then."

"Well, I drove for three hours to tell you something you already know. Do you think you can at least get off early and have dinner with me or something?"

Lil looked over at her mom. "Go ahead, Lil, there's no way I'm going to interfere here. Have a nice time. Oh, Lil, do you want me to take the kids to my house tonight?" her mom was smiling at her.

"Mom! How could you say such a thing? You ought to be ashamed of yourself," she said while smiling at her mom. "Mom, on second thought, can you spend the night at my house with the kids? I really don't know how late I'll be tonight."

Lil and her mom were both smiling. "Mom, I love you so much and want to thank you for always being there with me and for me."

I looked at the two women. Now I know where Lil got her personality from. They didn't look a lot alike but had a lot of the same actions.

Julie looked at me. "Henry, I never in my life thought I'd say this to a former dancer of mine, but you take good care of my little girl. She deserves the best and you make sure she doesn't get any less." 

Lil and I left the restaurant and she went home to change clothes. When we got to her house Amber and Brad were surprised to see me.

"What are you doing here, Henry? You're not canceling out on next week are you? Me and Amber are really looking forward to going with you and Mom."

"No, next week is still on and I'll be here Friday to pick you all up. There were just a few things I wanted to talk over with your mom before next week."

"You love her, don't you, Henry? I can see it in your smile," replied Amber.

"Amber, watch what you say! You want to scare him away?" replied Lil.

"Mom, just so you know, Amber and I talk to each other a lot and we know how it's been since Dad's death. We want you to be happy. Henry seems to make you happy and we just want you to know we like him too. Well, anyway, Mom, have a nice date."

Lil was crying as she hugged and kissed her kids. "I love you guys," she said to her kids. She ran in the bedroom to get dressed.

Brad spoke first. "Henry, you are a nice guy and we really do think you're kind of an awesome person. Mom means everything to us. Please never hurt her in any way. We could never forgive you if you did that."

"Okay, guys, I have something to tell you. I love your mother very much and want to ask her to marry me next week at Cedar Point. I need to know if you think she'll say 'Yes' so I don't terribly embarrass all of us. Also, are you two okay with it? There is no way I would ask without your consent. I want to be a family, not destroy one. I won't be here to replace your father but to be a friend you can turn to in time of need." I couldn't believe I had tears in my eyes awaiting their answer.




After The Accident



"Go for it, Henry. We're behind you a hundred percent. This should be awesome!" replied Amber.

"What will be awesome?" asked Lil as she came back in the room.

"Next week, Mom. It's going to be awesome," replied Brad.

"Look, kids, I don't know how late I'll be tonight so grandma will be stopping by in case you need anything."

"Oh, Mom, we can take care of ourselves," said Brad.

"I know, Honey, but grandma loves to be with you kids."

'It's okay, Mom. We'll call her and tell her to pick up a horror flick and a pizza. Grandma is kind of a cool lady, even if she is older," smiled Brad.

I was looking at Lil all the time she was talking to the kids. "You look beautiful, Lil. I wish I could write words to say how nice you look."

"Can we take my car instead of your pickup then? I'm not sure about climbing up in the cab with a skirt this short," she laughed.

We headed to the lounge where they had the beautiful music. We ordered dinner and just talked for awhile with the beautiful music in the background. After dinner we got up to dance. They were playing some beautiful soft songs but I wanted something really special. I went up to the band and asked for a request and handed them twenty dollars.

The band leader said that he had a special request for a special couple. "Henry and Lil, this one's for you. Please Love Me Forever."

I took Lil by the arm and the music started. They even had a singer step forward and sing the song for us. I could hear every word as I pulled Lil in close to me. I could almost hear both of our hearts beating.

Please love me forever

Don't forget me ever

Just listen to my plea

Please don't stop loving me.

You're in my dreams nightly

Don't take my love lightly

Begging on bended knee

Please don't stop loving me.

Oh, when I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord your love I'll keep

If I should die before I wake

I'll come back for you

That's no mistake.

Oh, I'll love you forever

Can't forget you ever

Our love was meant to be

Please don't stop loving me.

The singer continued on singing all the verses of the song. Such a beautiful song. Lil and I moved slowly on the dance floor holding each other tightly.

At the end of the song both Lil and I had tears in our eyes as we kissed right there on the dance floor. "I asked them to play that song for us. It's how I really feel about you but am unable to say it myself."

We sat down at our table and Lil said she had something to tell me. She began by saying she saw me perform way back when she was eighteen. Her mom never knew about it at the time. She of course since had told her.

"I thought you were a really good looking guy and a great dancer but I hated you. I knew about the parties that the dancers had and the thought of using women really pissed me off. I told my friends that the women were just as bad. Any woman who really cared about herself wouldn't flaunt herself in front of guys like that. I have always prided myself in trying to be a good woman; needless to say I got over hating others over the years. Mom explained that not all people look at things the same way. So I tried to give people the benefit of the doubt. I guess that's why I'm usually smiling and happy. Now I have another problem."

I thought to myself, 'oh, no, here it comes.'

"Henry, I'm scared. I'm a woman and I want to make love and be loved by you, but you've been with so many women that I'm afraid it won't mean anything. It really is a worry I have. I need for you to think on it. If you don't think you can be monogamous to me, then I have to know. I am a woman that could never stand a husband who would cheat on her. As much as I love you I couldn't stay with you.

I couldn't believe it. The woman I loved felt the same way I did. She was worried about a cheating husband and I was worried about a cheating wife. Julie was right when she said the two of us were made for each other.

We danced a few more dances and then I took Lil home. I wanted to make love with Lil in the worst way but I had to wait. I wanted it to be on her terms. God, I loved being with her.

It was three in the morning when we pulled up in front of her house. I couldn't believe how time flew by when we were together. All we did was dance, kiss and hold hands while we stood on the porch and kissed some more. I didn't want to say goodnight but I knew I had to head for home.

"I'll see you next Friday. Believe me when I say that this was one of the best nights of my life. I want you to give some serious thought about us being together. I really do love you, Lil."

We kissed one more time before I got in my pickup and headed home. I was so hyped up that I would have no problem staying awake. It was so hard to believe that the woman I loved was worried about pleasing me and me being unfaithful.

I got home and slept most of the next day. My phone rang and it was my sister telling me that the tickets were ordered for the theme park and wanted to make sure everything was a go.

"Sis, everything is wonderful. I think my life is finally coming together."

I made one long run to the Midwest the following week. I wanted to make sure nothing messed up my plans. On Friday morning I headed to Pittsburgh. When I got there, the kids were waiting outside for me. Out through the door came a smiling Lil. Damn, she was such a beautiful gal with shoulder length hair and that smile showing those beautiful dimples. I unhooked the trailer from the semi. I had promised the kids that I would let them ride in the semi and I didn't need to pull an empty trailer along.

The kids were already in the truck honking the horn and yelling for their grandparents to come and see them. Julie and Ralph stepped out of the building for a minute to wave to the kids and they both gave Lil a hug and Ralph shook my hand.

"Take good care of my little girl," Julie said as she hugged me.

The trip to Ohio was a blast. The kids honked the horn almost continuously. The kids told me their mom never looked happier. She had told me that she hadn't been on a vacation in years. Her husband worked a lot while the kids were growing up. There were always promises of vacations but they never materialized, then he died.

I asked the kids if they wanted to stop at a truck stop and grab a sandwich. They both gave me a dirty look and I got a big grin from Lil.

"They're always eating truck stop food. Maybe you should try just about any burger joint and you have the kids on your side," smiled Lil.

I pulled into the next burger joint I saw and the kids got out and went and got themselves something to eat. I was so proud of Brad wearing his artificial leg and using a cane to go get his food.

I pulled up at my sister's house and out came Beth and her kids, Cindy and Ray. The kids all said hi to one another and Cindy asked Amber to come with her and she would show her the house and her bedroom. Ray looked over at Brad.

"Hey, Bro, want to come in the back and throw around the football a little?"

It got silent for a minute. Brad hadn't thrown a football since the loss of his leg.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry but I only have one good leg," replied Brad.

Ray looked at his leg and smiled. "You don't catch a football with your legs. It looks like you got some strong arms there, bro; let's try catching the football with them."

Brad grinned; we knew then that they were going to be good friends as they headed back to play a little catch.

Lil got out of the truck and went over to Beth and gave her a big hug. "It's so good to see you again," replied Lil.

"Whoa here! What do you mean again? Have you met Beth before?"

"I told you I had one more secret to tell you and that was it. Beth and Lloyd came to see me about two months ago. It was after you talked with Brad."

"Sis, what's this all about?"

"Henry, you talked about Lil for months. You kept saying how she was the perfect woman. How you really cared for her. I know you thought she was too good for you, and I might add she is," said Beth with a smile. "One day while you headed west, Lloyd had a meeting of insurance agents in Pittsburgh so I went with him and we decided to eat at this truck stop where you said the food was great and the service was even better. I just wanted to see the woman who stole my big brother's heart. The minute I walked into the restaurant, I knew which waitress it was.

"After Lloyd and I ate I asked Lil if I could speak to her frankly. I told her who I was and we talked about you. You were my big brother and I didn't want to see you get hurt. She already knew about your past because her mother told her all about you. Even though she liked you, she was scared about getting into a relationship and then being thrown aside. I told her the truth about you. You're the best brother a woman could have."

Lil continued, "Henry, I wanted to go out with you but I was afraid. Your sister told me about how kind and generous you are and that you had outgrown the - how should I put it - the open sexual activities. When you came in after helping Brad I remembered what your sister had said and that's why I agreed to go out with you. I've never regretted it. Beth and I decided to keep it a secret in case it didn't work out between us. Please forgive us."

"You two are the most special women in my life. I could never not forgive either of you. I love you both too much. But Lil, in the future, no more secrets."

Lloyd had come in from work so we were all free for the weekend. We decided to order out for dinner and just enjoy the evening on Friday. The kids got along great. All they could talk about were the rides at Cedar Point.

It was getting late and I headed over to my apartment. Beth had pulled the mattresses off the bed and one kid slept on the box springs and the other the mattress on the floor. They were only single beds and we knew the guys wouldn't care about sleeping in the tiny bed. I remember when we were kids, that's what my parents used to do, so I guess Beth learned from Mom.

The couch was a hide-a-bed and they opened it up for Lil. I sure wish I could have stayed there with her but I knew it wasn't a good idea. I said my goodnights and told them I would see them first thing in the morning.

When I got to the house the next morning, everyone was already eating breakfast. The two girls, Amber and Cindy were making pancakes for every one. After everyone said "Good morning" to me Amber set me down a plate of flapjacks.

"Not bad, little ladies, not bad at all," I smiled at the girls.

We had to take Beth's van and Lloyd's car to the park. There was no way I was going to fuel up the semi. The kids were a little disappointed but got over it rather quickly.

When we got to the park the kids were happy as could be. I asked Brad if he wanted a wheelchair and he said he would be a little embarrassed being pushed around all day. Ray came up with a great idea. They would take turns pushing each other in the wheelchair. If it was a long distance to walk, they would push Brad, if it was a short distance, one of the other kids could be pushed. The girls loved the idea and Brad thought it was okay too.

The kids quickly found out that if Brad was in the wheelchair that he could go to the head of the line for the different rides. It didn't take long for everyone to want to push Brad.

Every time Lil looked at the smile on Brad's face a tear would well up in her eyes and she would squeeze my hand. Brad had finally accepted his disability and was dealing with it in a positive way. The kids probably went on every coaster ride they could. They kept taking turns riding with Brad so they could all get in more rides.

We told the kids to hang together while the four of us adults went on some rides ourselves. I loved the coaster because Lil would hold on to me tightly while screaming her lungs out. We rode almost as much as the kids did. Brad asked his mother to ride one of the coasters with him and it was funny watching her son laugh while his mother held on to him for dear life. We bought the pictures of her screaming for future laughs.

Toward the end of the night we went through one of the fun houses where there were all types of windows to walk through. I was first in line and I let go of Lil's hand and got way ahead of her.

"Henry, get back her and help me through this thing," she was laughing.

The kids all passed her up and made it out before her. Finally, Beth and Lloyd came up behind her and they all came out together. When Lil came out, the kids were standing there with me smiling.

"What? What is it? Why are you all smiling? Is my hair a mess? Come on, guys, what gives? asked Lil."

"They're waiting for me, Lil. They're waiting for me to ask you to be my wife."

I reached in my pocket and pulled out an engagement ring.

"Lil, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you at my side. We don't have to get married in a week or a month or even a year, until you are ready. I just want to know that sometime in the near future you will marry me. I promise I will do everything in my power to make you happy. Lillian Andrea Jamison, will you marry me?"

All our eyes were now on Lil. She had tears in her eyes but finally said, "Yes, Henry, I'll marry you."

Everyone was happy hugging each other while I put her engagement ring on her finger next to her wedding ring that she wore from her deceased husband. The kids were all happy and Beth and Lloyd were busy hugging Lil, but I felt something was a little off. Call it a gut feeling or a man's intuition but something was a little off kilter for me. I hugged and kissed Lil and she was crying but something still wasn't right.

We all left the park and started on the drive home. Lil was quieter then usual. When I asked her if everything was alright she said, "Everything was wonderful."

We had the boys riding with us in the van. Brad asked Lil if it was alright to take off his artificial leg. He said his leg was beginning to hurt from being on it all day.

"Sure, Honey, Beth said there was a blanket you could put on your lap. It will be softer on you leg," replied Lil.

Brad looked at Ray. "Hey, Bud, it won't make you freak out seeing a half leg will it?"

"No, if it was right after the accident it might do a number on my stomach but not now. I have to tell you, Brad; to me you're an inspiration. A young guy like you handling his disability the way you do. It makes me proud to call you my friend."

"Thanks, Ray. Some people still want to make fun of me but I've learned to deal with it."

"Hey, if anyone says any shit to you, you give me a call and we'll use our three good legs to kick their asses." The boys started laughing.

I was proud of Ray for standing up for Brad but I knew I had to say something. "Hey, guys, let's watch the language back there, okay?"

"Sorry, Uncle Henry, but it would piss me off and we would – well, you know." The boys started laughing again. I glanced at Lil and she was smiling too.

When we got back to the house, Brad used his crutches and Ray carried in his walking stick along with his leg. Everyone else came in and talked about what a good time they had and decided it was time to go to bed.

Lil walked onto the front porch with me and told me she loved me and kissed me goodnight. I told her I would see her first thing in the morning. I had to take her and the kids back home. I kissed her one more time and went to my truck. I still felt that something was bothering Lil. I sure wish I knew what it was. I really did love her.

I was back home lying on my bed in my jockeys thinking about Lil. About a half hour later there was a knock on the door. I got up to answer it and there stood Lil.

"Come in, Honey, what's the matter? How did you get here?" I asked.

"I asked Beth if I could borrow the van to come see you. Everyone else is asleep. All I could think about was you and the marriage proposal."

"I didn't mean to force you into a decision. I'm so sorry."

"No, you didn't force me. It's something that has bothered me. I have to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I can be good for you. I love you with all my heart but I'm worried that I can't satisfy you. I want you to make love to me."

"Lil, I have no doubt in my mind that we will be great together. You don't have to do this. It's not a contest. I want you because I've been in love with you from almost the first time I saw you. There is nothing more that I would want than to make love to you. Are you really sure about this?"

"I'm sure, Henry, but I'm very nervous. Please be gentle with me. I haven't been with a man since the death of my husband."

I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it from her shoulders. I undid her bra and let it slip off her shoulders also. She quickly came to me and hugged me, pressing her breasts against my chest. I reached down and undid her dress pants and let them fall to the floor. All she had on now was her panties. I backed her up to the bed till she sat down on the side of it.

I laid her back and then while she was lying there I slipped off her panties. I got on my knees and buried my face against her moist pussy.

"Henry, you don't have to do that," she said while breathing hard.

"Does it make you feel good?"

"Yes!"

"Do you like it?"

"I love it, but you don't have to..."

She stopped talking while I buried my face against her soft moist pussy and my tongue buried within her. God, she tasted so good. So hot, wet, and wild, as she pushed her pussy hard against my face.

"More! Oh, God, Henry, more, oh, so good, Henry, Henry, Henry," she yelled as she had her first climax."

"Lil, you taste so good, I could eat you forever."

"If I have my way you will," she smiled.

We climbed upon the bed and she asked me what way I wanted to do it for the first time.

"I want on top so I can tease you to death," I laughed.

I placed my cock between her legs and kept rubbing the head against her pussy lips while watching her pink pussy opening for me. Then I pushed the head in just enough to arouse her and then pulled back watching her opening close again.

"Enough teasing me, Henry, I want you; I want you in me right now. Make love to me Henry, please take me."

I didn't have to be asked twice as I pushed my cock deep into her and gave her what she asked for. I could see she was trying to hold back her screams but I told her to let it all out. 

As she screamed out I shot my first load deep into her. After we were finished, we laid beside each other when Lil said, "Am I enough woman for you, Henry?"

She really was worried about it. "Lil, you're all the woman I could ever want. Not only are you a beautiful person and great to have sex with, but I love you which makes the sex with you better than ever."

After we rested and cuddled, Lil rolled me over on my back and got up on my lap and lowered herself down on a very hard cock. She was smiling as she lowered herself down until we were pelvis against pelvis and just rocked back and forth. I was glad that I had already came once. I knew I would never have lasted long in this position. She took my hands and put them against her breasts.

"Gently, Henry, squeeze them gently."

I rubbed and gently sucked on her nipples while she did that slow rub with my cock buried deep within her. She sat up and I glanced at her pussy and watched some of our mixed juices running out. It was so sexy and yet loving.

It wasn't long before I was ready to shoot another load. I knew she could feel it because I felt every pulse coming from within her.

"Let's come together, Henry. You have fifteen seconds before I explode with the biggest orgasm of my life."

She wasn't kidding as she pushed down hard and screamed out, totally letting herself go. I shot squirt after squirt deep into her. She started to gyrate harder and harder on my cock. We were both in a deep sweat by the time we calmed down. My cock was softening but she was still rubbing our pelvises against each other. Finally I felt her pussy stop pulsating and a smile of happiness on her face.




After The Accident



"You're right, Henry. We do make great love together."

She rolled off of me and lay on her side next to me. I pulled a sheet over us and we both dozed off to sleep. I awoke about two hours later and I had this nice soft warm body next to me. I moved down a little and slid my cock which was hard again into her pussy which was still full of our love juices from earlier.

I felt her raise her leg as I entered her. God, how I wish I could wake up to this every morning. I started pumping her from behind. It felt great.

"Henry, I have to go back to Beth's house. Nobody knows I'm gone. I have to get back before anyone wakes up."

"You can go as soon as we cum," I said laughing with my play on words.

"That won't take long," she said as she gyrated her hips hard against my cock. It was everything I could do to keep it planted in her. I felt her pussy start to pulsate and knew she was there. She screamed out and I began in earnest to get my rocks off.

"Go for it, Henry, fuck my pussy, fuck me till you cum."

It wasn't in her character to talk like this. What was happening? It wasn't but a few seconds before I squirted another load into her.

"Sorry about the nasty talk, Honey, but I had to make you cum quickly. I told you I have to get back to the house and you said you had to cum before I could leave. Although it was kind of fun talking to you like that. Now I have to take a real quick shower and get back to Beth's before the kids get up."

She got up and took her shower. I laid there in bed thinking about what an incredible woman she is. 

She was out of the shower in a flash and was dressing when she said," Henry, thank you for helping me with my fears. You were right, we will be great together. I love you so much. See you in a couple of hours."

She kissed me and ran out the door before I could even respond. The next thing I hear is my phone ringing. I answered it; it was my niece, Cindy.

"Uncle Henry, mom told me to call you. Are you going to sleep all day? It's already past nine and you have to take Lil, Amber and Brad home. Mom said to tell you to get your butt over here and eat breakfast."

"Is everyone up, Cindy?" I asked.

"Everyone but Lil. She must have really been worn out from the park yesterday. Mom said to let her sleep a little longer. We're having French toast this morning, so get your butt over here. Mom's letting me and Amber make breakfast again. We decided to fry up some breakfast sausage too, so hurry up before the sausage is gone."

I got up and took a quick shower and headed of to Beth's. Lil was up and dressed when I got there.

She was smiling at me when she said, "Well, hello, sleepyhead. The park must have really worn you down. You must be getting old."

I looked over at Beth and she had to turn away before breaking out in a laugh. The girls gave me some French toast and said they had to save me some sausage, the boys were going to eat it all.

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After that day everything was great between me and Lil. She and her mom began planning a small wedding. I found out that Ralph and Julie also owned a catering service and Ralph wanted to cater our wedding. He promised us that he would just oversee it since he was supposed to be part of the wedding party.

Lil wanted him to give her away since he treated her like a daughter. She asked me if it would be alright if she asked her daughter Amber to be her maid of honor. I told her it would be great since I was going to ask Brad to be my best man.

I saw Lil maybe every two weeks in the months that followed. I called her at least every few days. I needed to see her more. One day when I was in the restaurant Ralph told me that there was a man there who asked to speak to me. Ralph took me to his table and introduced me to him.

"Henry, isn't it? I'm Hal Murray. I own one of the local brokering services here in Pittsburgh. We recently bought out one of our competitors and are looking for independent drivers to haul for us in the local areas. We need drivers with experience and good driving records. Most of the runs will be daily runs. There could be a few overnights when going into Ohio but never more than one night. Do you think you would be interested in hauling for us?"

About that time Lil came over to me and put her hand on my shoulder. I knew she wanted me to take the position so we could be together more often. Of course I wasn't stupid and took the job. It was exactly what I wanted. I was tired of the long hauls and wanted to settle down. I still wanted to be independent and drive my truck. That was perfect for me.

Lil was so happy and kissed me right there in the restaurant. I knew I made the right decision.

The following month was our wedding. We didn't wear tuxes or bridal gowns. Brad and I wore nice suits with matching ties and Lil wore a beautiful light blue dress and she really did look gorgeous. Amber was dressed in a blue dress also and it made her look much older. We stood in front of everyone as a proud family.

During our vows we made sure that we said, "To have and to hold from this day forward. To love, honor and be faithful to each other for all the days of our lives."

I know we both had tears in our eyes when saying our vows. We both confronted our fear of the cheating spouse and dealt with it up front.

The food that Ralph and Julie had for the reception was fit for a king and queen. Our band played all our favorite music including 'There I Said It Again' and my favorite, 'Please Love Me Forever.' I held her as close as possible during these songs.

As Lil and I danced we could see all friends and family were so happy for us. Our happiest moments was came when Brad set down his walking stick and walked over to his sister and asked her to dance. There wasn't a dry eye in the place. They weren't crying for Lil and me, but for Brad who overcame his disability and was dancing with his little sister. He was proof that life can go on after an accident.

Thank you for reading my story
Your comments are always welcome

DG Hear