32 comments/ 225029 views/ 136 favorites As Fate Would Have It By: mejau71 A man's categorical quest is to prove his quality to the woman who gave rise to his existence. His instinctive awareness to avow his merit, to cajole the bearer of life, confident in his might to propagate and bestow his hand upon his mothers in sacred matrimony... An instinct no man can neglect... ~~Author unknown * Christopher Armstrong was beginning his senior year at Indiana University, yet was on the verge of flunking out. In his three years at college, his GPA had ebbed from a 4.1 to an unbelievable 2.3. And at 22 years old, Chris was on the cusp of determining his ultimate fate. Already 10K in credit card debt, he had just received a year's probation for willful destruction of private property. Anger and an oppressive lack of fulfillment plagued his thoughts. This had to be the year for a drastic turnaround, and he knew it. His inner circle would agree that Chris had it all. A strikingly handsome face with deep dark eyes and thick dark hair adorned his strapping, young muscular flesh typical to a man of his years. He prided himself on vigorous workouts at the gym, crafting a taut muscular frame that became the jealous whispers amongst his peers. Blessed with a genetic disposition for good looks, Chris inadvertently eluded the attention of his female classmates, and he could never understand why. He absolutely loved women for all their remarkably healthy curves and inspiring splendor, but he never could make a relationship last more than two months. Sex to him was something extraordinary, and held the mere act as one of the most marvelous experiences any man could ever hope to endure. His dilemma was something far more serious than he could acknowledge... at least for now. 49 miles to the north in Indianapolis, Cheryl Hearn had just celebrated her 38th birthday at a lavish party thrown in her honor by her lithe, sexy co-worker of five years, Beth Monroe. Beth had reserved a banquet hall at one of the city's most prestigious country clubs, and meshed the event into a company wide affair for staff appreciation. It took Beth two weeks of preparation to set the lights, streamers, and tables, order the catering, and hire an edgy jazz ensemble. It was out of respect, admiration, and perhaps something more... Cheryl had been Beth's Manager since hiring her to the local marketing firm five years prior. The two worked side by side on several award-winning projects that elevated the firm to one of the Midwest's premiere marketing groups. The duo was considered inseparable, and feared by vying companies. Once a week, the two would spend an hour comparing all the various job offers from other corporations, mostly laughing them off as silly and impossible. Their commitment to their company, and to each other was unspoken, but well known. Beth was only 26 when Cheryl hired her. Now at 31, Beth was making a healthy six-figure salary and was the city's most envied single woman. Her stunning golden features could hardly go unnoticed... a lengthy mane of naturally blonde hair fell just above the peak of her rounded, charming backside. She was a woman who, in society's terms, was perfectly fit. Having spent every other day of her life at the gym, Beth had sculpted a lean and muscular body for herself. Not manly or brawny, but certainly sculpted and quite athletic. Yet in her constant pursuit of a lean body, Beth retained her size 3 body, packing all the right curves where a woman had them. Her sought after body was crested by a statuesque face... bright, lustrous blue eyes that lured one's gaze in (and was underhandedly credited for sealing many multi-million dollar deals), and a soft voluminous face that bore no blemish, nor flaw. She dressed immaculate, often in sharp stylish suits with short skirts. She was confident in herself and her body, and knew how to use it at the most opportune times to get exactly what she wanted. But in countless subdued chats at the water cooler, many co-workers wondered why Beth had never married or dated much. It was odd that such a desirable woman (who had even graced the front cover of the city's leading women's magazine two times) lived alone, and never mentioned dating or a personal life. The simple explanation was two words... Cheryl Hearn. Cheryl had helped launch the marketing firm in 1991 with her (then) ex-husband, Hank. The two had met while Cheryl was a sophomore in High School, after he had just graduated college. The untimely discovery that Cheryl was pregnant destroyed her home life and caused her to drop out of school at the tender young age of 16. The event left Cheryl emotionally scared, but strengthened her resolve to be a good mother. Hank meanwhile used his business prowess to ensure that Cheryl and his son were taken care of... at least, up until tragedy struck. The venture Hank and Cheryl launched in 1991 proved disastrous when only two months into their gamble, she found Hank fucking their 19 year-old secretary on his desk. At 23, Cheryl sued him for divorce, took back her maiden name, and gained exclusive custody of their seven-year-old son, Christopher. The divorce dragged on for months, but finally concluded, as Cheryl was able to gain control of the marketing firm and more than half of Hank's vast fortune. Needless to say, Cheryl was well off. After the divorce, Cheryl devoted herself to building her company and put together a decent social life she had denied herself when she married. Her career blossomed, as she was able to obtain her GED, complete her college degree and eventual master's degree in business and marketing. Cheryl shrewdly balanced all elements of her life with seemingly little effort. But in truth, Cheryl was tragically spending less and less time with her baby boy, who now was spending more time at Natalie's home, his babysitter. With no communication with his real father, Christopher was sadly becoming a son without a mother... a ship without an anchor... no moral or loving compass to guide him along the way. Cheryl had also begun to find the magnificence of her inner self. She was a naturally curvaceous woman who was quickly becoming quite comfortable in her 42-34-38 measurements. Her heritage was mostly Indian with some German (which she credited for her curvy frame), but her bronzed skin, unforgettable smile, and dirty blonde hair were her most exquisite traits. Keeping in step with the ever-changing fashions and styles, Cheryl had retained her lengthy tresses, styled with a seductive touch that beguiled both men and women. For the first time in her life, Cheryl felt sexy... she felt wanted, and desired. And it was then that she began her journey into the voraciousness that sex and salaciousness offered her. Cheryl exuded an undeniably strong aura of lust and eroticism. It was simply something she was born with, and now played as her strongest quality. Her curiosities were embellished with several men, and inevitably encompassed the grace and splendor of a woman. Cheryl was 30 years old when she first made love to a woman, who happened to be a dancer at a local strip club. She had visited the establishment with an ex boyfriend at the time, and became aroused by a buxom brunette who caught her eye. After sharing countless lap dances with the stripper (plus dropping over a thousand dollars on just her), Cheryl offered the voluptuous dancer another $2000 to spend the night with her... it was a night that would perpetually change Cheryl's body and soul forever... The insatiable lifestyle Cheryl had chosen came with tragic consequences. Through the years, her son Chris spent more and more time away from home. After he was old enough to move on from babysitters, he would bond with the families of his friends. Yet the seeds of neglect were planted within Chris' soul, and as he grew into a teenager, he eventually came to detest his mother's very existence. The very cause of their alienation was no one's fault... Cheryl was simply denied a chance to grow up, and she willfully took advantage of what wealth and prosperity gave her. As Christopher was finishing up his senior year in High School, he encountered his first taste of sensual indulgence, from deep inside another woman's heart. Not a girl his age, or someone younger... but from a woman who was 11 years his senior... his gorgeous babysitter, Natalie. He deeply loved her, and admired her as a person and a woman. Their relationship flourished during his last year of high school, and college. She was his true first love in all aspects. He came to consider her as his "real" mother, and often called her 'mom' as a term of endearment before the both of them realized they were in love with one another. And it was the night of Chris' 18th birthday that Natalie decided to cross the threshold, and dare herself to breach their maternal attachment. Their initial kiss was frivolous and confusing, but as the moments passed, Christopher grew more assured, and daring. It was as if someone had turned on a switch from within his soul, causing him to enter the rights of passage... That night, Natalie carried Christopher from the shores of adolescence, and into the warm waters of manhood... she graced his body with her buxom warmth and love... the ecstasy of feeling his cock surrounded by the soft, velvety flesh of her womb thrust him into the mystical salacious realm of maturity. Both of them breathlessly confessed their undying love for one another during their romantic act of meaningful intercourse... Natalie openly wept with tears of joy as Christopher languidly "sawed" his manhood in and out of her fertile womb, atop her tan body... "I've always... loved you." panted Christopher against Natalie's smooth bare neck. Natalie's body unintentionally crumpled hearing his words of devotion. The man who was blessing her with his tender mercies, who was once a young boy under her care, was now fulfilling his destiny. "Call me 'mother', Christopher." She somehow gasped into his ear. "Tell me I'm yours." Slowly pulling his eight-inch cock out from yet another moist plunge, he gazed into Natalie's misty eyes, as if to ask her 'Are you sure?' They both glowed from their intense act of coupling... He watched Natalie's eyelids flutter, trying to come to terms with the spiritual and physical meaning of their glorious act of intercourse. Her eyebrows crinkled in hopes to hear her lover call her his 'mother'... but an eruption of images and thought swept through Christopher's mind... the term 'mother' brought with itself an entirely different connotation. "I... I can't." he breathlessly whispered. A winded gasp of rejection fell from her lungs... "No, no... please don't be mad at me. I just... can't say it." He said in his best reassuring tone. Natalie nodded yes, realizing she may have gone a bit far in her taboo, instinctive request. Readjusting her plentiful ass, Natalie enshrouded her legs about Christopher's lower back, lunging up at him for an absorbing kiss. Both of them met with such zest and strength, hungrily chewing the others' face off as he carried on his slow, yet demanding plunges into his lover. The openly candid display of raw need inspired Christopher, abruptly picking up his rhythm. Natalie fed from his energy, clawing her nails into his lovely supple ass. "Yeah, baby. That's it." She panted alongside his ear. Natalie smiled with her eyes closed as Christopher brought himself atop her, clutching her juicy thick thighs. She began to see millions of tiny blasts of stars within her mind... the realization that she was about to make Christopher cumm was a tidal wave of emotion and need. Suddenly, her hands violently thrashes against her bed, clinging to the sheets as if grasping reality... she began to hear the lewd, yet symphonic noise of their bodies smacking together... Christopher's body glowed with sweat as he began confessing his need to cumm in boisterous, unintelligible moans and cries. The vitality of orgasm and happiness took control of both lovers, leaving them helpless in the delirious wake of undiminished astonishment. Each and every muscle within the 18 year-olds body compressed simultaneously as his chest rocked upward... Natalie glanced at him to see his eyes rolled behind his head... veins bulging and throbbing... sweat drizzling from his neck and face... but the most vital vein that was throbbing was tucked safely inside her precious womb, intimately sanctifying her with wave upon wave of warm fertile seed. The sensation of his warmth cause her body to shudder, knowing that he could be in fact, making her pregnant. At 29, Natalie knew she was eager to become a mother to the right man... she craved this so... she needed it... "Ooooooooooooh Gaaawwd yes, Chris." Bellowed Natalie as he tried to jam himself as deep inside her as humanly possible. He too wanted an outcome of their act of love, although his naivete held him back from acknowledging it verbally or emotionally. In his mind, he would forever link Natalie to him by impregnating her... A living, breathing testament to their unconditional love. "Oooh, I love you soooooooo much, Christopher." She powerfully avowed. The strapping, gracious young man felt the exodus of sperm... his potent aftershocks endured with no fear or uneasiness in his actions. "I love... love you too." He managed to utter between the marvelous pulses of his potent orgasm. That night, Christopher's seed found it's way to Natalie's willing egg. One month later, Natalie and Christopher were setting plans in motion that would have them together while he attended his first year of college. With Natalie carrying his child, the two happily moved in together at school, all the while not telling his mother Cheryl of what was happening. He desperately didn't want her to know of Natalie's pregnancy no matter what the cost was. Mother and son barely spoke, and only did so when they absolutely had to. Christopher was determined to rid his self of all remnants and memory of Cheryl, and embrace the only woman who was more a mother to him than his own... the future mother of his child, Natalie. Seven months passed as Natalie was glowing with maternal pride and love. The couple was genuinely happy as his grades ascended above all expectations. Christopher was determined to be the provider and caretaker of his lovely wife to be. But school was the first step in ensuring that his family's future was safe and secure. At the same time as her son was building his future, Cheryl's life continued to delve further and further into a broadminded lifestyle. With her business secure and her fortune guaranteed she reached a point in her life where nothing was forbidden, and no act too shocking. She had found herself, and was comfortable in her identity. She was a natural flirt, and often found herself in many libidinous escapades. Threesomes, group sex, lesbian lovemaking, analingus... double penetration... she loved it all, and was confident with her nymphomaniac outlook. She became a creature that craved sex... sought it out, and rigorously wanted it. But just as both mother and sons lives seemed infallible, tragedy struck its reckless hammer upon their lives. Police were not sure at the time, but a drunk driver, killed Natalie and the baby instantly while on her way home from the mall. The news left Christopher devastated, and it was only when Cheryl read Natalie's obituary in the newspaper did she call him to see if he knew his onetime babysitter had died. On the phone, Christopher answered his mother's questions with "Uh-hums" or "yeahs"... nothing more. It wasn't until Natalie's funeral that Cheryl discovered her son had carried on a romantic relationship with Natalie, and that she was expecting. The winter of discontent had frozen over Christopher's soul... everything he had hoped for and struggled for was now gone. Three years later... "So what do ya think?" asked Beth, eagerly gnawing on the pencil tip, gazing at her boss across the conference table. Behind her was the PowerPoint presentation she had just spent the last two days on. That combined with her work on Cheryl's birthday bash left Beth utterly exhausted. Beth lowered her chic, wire-rimmed glasses to watch Cheryl's reaction. As Cheryl looked over the preliminary budget, all Beth could do was repeat the same question over and over in her mind... "Ask her. Just do it." "Well, I think it's awesome." Cheryl said, leaning back in her executive chair. Beth took the glasses from her flushed face, sauntering over to Cheryl with a coy smile. "You always say that." Replied Beth, sitting her savory left thigh upon the desk. Cheryl liked thighs, and Beth knew it. But Cheryl always knew that sleeping with someone from the office spelled trouble. A wearisome lesson she learned from her ex. She wasn't sure if Beth was an all out Lesbian, but she certainly had her assurances. From time to time, the two would share a quick glance, or one would accidentally brush up against each other in the hallway. But work always came first, yet both women found that a difficult principle to stand by... especially since the two found each other so damn sexy. Cheryl looked down, then back up again with a self-assured smile. "I always say that because you're always so damn good." Cheryl stood to leave as Beth watched her leave. "Thanks." Beth answered as Cheryl shut the door. "Damnit." Thought Beth. "I just fucking blew it." Meanwhile... Tonight was going to be a well deserved night of relaxation and rest for Christopher. After working all week at the Pizza Parlor, he finally had a night off and the apartment all to himself. His roommate was out of town, and Christopher luckily had the computer all to himself. Sitting down to peruse his list of favored web sites, he had carefully planned this night all week. Next to him were a fresh jar of Vaseline and a clean towel to clean up his spilt seed... it wasn't often that Christopher could do all this, and he was really looking forward to watching some serious porn. His fondness was consistently plus sized women... shapely hourglass figures and curvy busts and big wide asses... and if he was lucky enough to find a video clip or a photo series of two busty women together, all the more better. He had become a porn addict in the years since Natalie's death, and allowed his codependency to isolate him from any prospect in meeting any other women. On his porn sites, he could control and manage his every desire... and at 22 years old, he was hitting his prime. Turning the heat up to 75 degrees, he shed his sweat pants and T-shirt. Still quite muscular and very lean, Christopher pulled up his chair to the screen as his thick eight-inch cock was already showing hints that he was well prepared for the sight of some buxom sirens. Opening up his bookmarked favorites, he began to see countless images of abundant breasts and delicious asses. Where did this young man develop his fascination for thick women? The answer was as far away as he could ever imagine. Feeling the familiar stirrings in his libido, Chris set out to make this evening last as long as he could. He didn't want to just jerk off quickly, rather he wanted to take this act of indulgence as far as he could... toiling hard for his climax, to relish the victory of volleying his boiling broth high into the air as orgasm rang its sweet chord of triumph. And as site after site were displayed, he slowly took the top from the jar of lubricant, cupping a generous amount of gel into his sweaty right palm. "Oh fuck." He breathlessly professed, feeling the gentle warmth of his palm sliding downward to the base of his mammoth shaft. A link displaying a deeply tan blonde on her knees came into view as he quickly clicked her captivating image. The racy contrast of her blonde hair against that brownish skin sent a sequence of quivers through his beefy flesh. The pop up blocker was already blocking some 30 pop-ups, yet one managed to slip by his state of the art pop up program... slipping by the restraints of conformity and submission... As Fate Would Have It His left hand quickly reacted, moving the pointer to close the irritating ad so the photo spread of his bronzed blonde could be seen. Slowing the slippery cadence of cock stroking, his eyes fortuitously saw a word that stopped his massage and arrested his respiratory system... "Mother." Freeing his breath, his brow crinkled in disgust... but with an ever so small inkling of a thrill. Beside the word 'Mother' was an image that blazoned itself into Christopher's mind... there, atop a young hopeful man was a titillating, full figured older woman with two oily butterball breasts that routed the young man's face... the expression on the mother's face was pure ecstasy. Mouth agape in the shocking thrill of fucking her young stud... eyes sealed with the foreboding intuition that he was so close to cumming... and the mother was fully tan, too... Christopher was immobile... traumatized and thrilled at the same moment. Usually, when he would see sex ads that he had no care for, his cock would slightly deflate until he could safely recover. Yet this time, his cock remained true... possibly even thickening more... as if a spell had been cast upon him from the outermost lands of paradise. His focal point came down the woman's arched back, to her well rounded backside where her son's hands were splayed across each ripe check; gripping her ass flesh as if there was no tomorrow. A hastened series of strokes blessed Christopher's solid cock as he recalled Natalie's wish for him to call her 'mother'... his eye lids striving to remain open, an image of him clutching her ass and thighs raced through his mind at first, but then a flurry of other potential women flooded his thoughts as he picked up the tempo. A persisting medley of tan skin, plentiful breasts and savory asses filled his mind as his seed was summoned from the deepest regions of his being. "Mother." He gasped, suffering from vehement body shocks. Instantly, he stopped his strokes, delaying his orgasm. And with a deep breath of anxiety, he clicked the link... opening up an entire new realm of discovery and bliss. The top banner ad read; "The only site dedicated to the sexy truth of mothers who love their sons. Not as wrong as you think." He immediately thought of Cheryl, yet quickly disregarded the notion as below the banner were a variety of couples engaged in lovely acts of lovemaking. Yet the idea of his mother hadn't fully been erased... it was favorably kept in the back of his mind as the piercing sword of truth stabbed his youthful heart. The shroud of memory and time were abruptly swept away, as if someone had lifted a two decade old veil of hatred and disgust from his eyes... now, he couldn't click fast enough to join the site so he could witness this taboo act. Successfully billing his home phone number with a 900 number, Christopher was granted full access to the video vault... hunting for just the right video clip, he clicked a tab that announced "Romantic Seductions". That's all he needed to see. The video player slowly began the series of a stacked brunette with a muscular young man standing on a secluded beach at sunset. With his breath rapid with greed, Christopher watched in teetering expectation as to what would happen... The middle aged mother, shapely and robust, was dressed in a lovely white mini dress as she stood at the ocean, staring into the beautiful orange hue of the setting sun. Slowly, a pair of strong eager hands came from behind her, grasping her waist, bringing her to a full embrace from behind. The twenty-something son nuzzled his mother's neck with supple tranquillity, kissing her bare neck amidst the lengthy flowing tresses of her hair that the wind delicately fluttered. Christopher jolted, arrested by the romanticism as he intentionally slowed his strokes... the mother looked so smitten as she fell back into the arms of her son, allowing him full access to whatever part of her body he wished for. His palms crawled up and down her shapely sides, grazing the promising width of her fertile hips... crawling up to her abdomen, nuzzling her stomach with his hold. She gasped aloud as their bodies began a slow rhythmic sway, locked together in each others arms... his right hand floated up, clasping at her large nourishing breast before running a finger through the inviting dark cleavage... her head lunged back against his shoulder as their mouths tediously meshed together for a kiss. "Oh fuck." Gasped Christopher, tightening his hold on his cock, which was now throbbing with fierce necessity. Their kiss was unhurried as the two's hands couldn't get enough of the other. Then, the son cleverly leaned over to sweep his mother off her feet in one fluid motion. With their eyes fixed on each other, he lovingly carried her off the beach... the scene faded to black as the couple faded away on the horizon... A isolated candle was seen next as our viewpoint showed the mother standing alone, completely nude with only the illumination of the candle to see her son before her... next, a close up of their mouths fluttering together for a kiss as soft, romantic piano played a haunting love theme. Their actions were fluid and passive, yet replete with raw unbridled eroticism. The hotel room was dark, yet sheltered and secure from the outside world... we follow the couple gradually leaning back upon the bed with her frenzied son atop her, hungrily chewing the nape of her delicious neck... the harmonious sound of slurping kisses and heightened moans, blending perfectly with the music that seemed to embody their obvious passion. "Oh my beautiful son." Gasped the submissive mother. His reply was a guttural cry of hope as he traversed down her sweaty neck to the mounting fullness of her life giving breasts. "Mother." He confidently exhaled before filling his mouth with her areola. As when he was an infant, she cradled his head, feeding from the breast that gave him life years before. Now she provided him with a much more distinct form of life... the life that only two lovers could ever know. Sitting in an absorbed trance, and feeling his heart almost explode from his chest, Christopher watched in open-mouthed wonder. Could this really be happening? Was this as guiltless and fantastic as this video displayed? All he knew was the sheer magnitude of his cock was at its prominence... burning with grueling joy as his palm stepped up its unwavering pace. His heartfelt inquisitiveness was about to pay off, but before his seed would be spilt, his subconscious would inject a hated and neglected woman from his life... Christopher's body glistened with a luster of perspiration, glowing in the dark from the light of the monitor. His stylish hair marinated in sweat as the son lovingly slipped his penis inside the woman who bore him. A stalwart river of sperm floated in Christopher's vein as he legs trembled in impending rhapsody as the couple before him experienced what came so naturally to them... At that moment, Christopher envisioned a woman that could grant his appeal for such sanctity... Cheryl... His strokes ceased as he cursed himself for thinking such an appalling thought. Yet he had never known such excitement before in his entire life. As his flaming masturbation continued, the doubt and apprehension gave way to pleasure and euphoria. He now envisioned himself atop Cheryl, sliding his daring, hungry cock in and out of the woman whom he'd hated for so long. In a split instant, he embraced love and forgiveness... in his resolve; his entire being came into a point of convergence. He cried out an incoherent plea for Cheryl as he gazed down to see his colorful cock being vigorously fondled. The emollient acted as a Cheryl's warm pussy, receiving the piercing luxury of her child's solid stalk... all Christopher could envision was her golden hued skin and thick mahogany hair, entangled and twisted by the frantic lust and thirst for hot sex. He felt the tickle of his seed bubble... yet he shook it off, wanting this deliriously excitable fantasy to remain. Closing his eyes, all the helpless young man could hear were the promising moans and sighs from the video... Christopher leaned his head upon his left hand, fatigued from the forbidden lavishness. "Oh mother." Christopher quietly declared. "I love you... so much." With that, his grip compressed about the base of his stem, simulating Cheryl's vagina muscles enfolding his cock. "Come inside me." Panted the mother in the video as Christopher looked up in shock. "Oh mother, I will... I will." Replied the hopeful child. So much for holding his cumm. As the son began building his momentum, so did Christopher. The son wildly thrashed atop his lover, clawing and mangling her ass and thighs. Countless droplets of sweat poured from Christopher's brow, feeling the rupturing pulses on his aching cock... he struggled for air with loud gasps, really getting into it. His neck arched back as his back bowed... his legs and ass, all contracting together as his chair violently teetered... sweat saturated his seat, obeying the inborn command for orgasm... he felt like this was his first time all over again... "Mother! Oh fuck... muuu....." Christopher bellowed out at the top of his lungs. His right arm bashed against the table as a series of four vicious jolts shredded his flesh. A fiery depiction of him embedded deep inside Cheryl bowed his back... his tone ass, towering from the humid chair as his body took on an entirely new configuration. This orgasm was unlike any he had ever experienced. The again, he had never thought of his mother in such a way either... regardless, this young man was had dangerously swam on the outer shores of the ultimate taboo. And when the first flood of his scalding sperm burst from his stem, every muscle and vein in his body was besieged. His neck, strained and bloodthirsty for more... "Mom... I'm cuuuum... sweet muuuu...." He cried out once more, hoping that somehow... in some unfeasible way, that Cheryl would hear his cries. Steam after steam of thick, syrupy cumm bombarded the desk, keyboard, and floor... yet the last thing on this hopeful son's mind was where his seed fell. All that mattered to him was somehow accomplishing every young man's perfect dream of landing his mother in bed. Fast and frenzied images shattered his mind's eye, seeing Cheryl on her knees with her slippery beige ass high in the air... millions upon millions of tiny bursts of light crippled Christopher as a steady river of hot elixir poured from his cock... He gasped, he bowed... Cheryl deep throttling his shaft with a savage mouth, inhaling his entire length... her nose mashed to his pubic hair... A thick rope of white seed doused his chest, and his mother was atop him, riding him for all he was worth... He collapsed, dropping to his knees while maintaining quick, brave strokes. The forbidden curse every son is born with abducted Christopher, leaving him panting and utterly exhausted... he fell to his side as the aftershocks of his orgasm spilled smaller amounts of sperm upon the carpet... He had done it. Masturbated to the most unlawful fantasy known to man... reality soon crept back into his thoughts, as he couldn't believe what he had just done. Christopher lied there; catching his breath as his heart hammered in his chest. "Oh God." He murmured, rolling over on his back. Staring at the ceiling, the brutal reality sank in that he desired his own mother. The very reason for his existence... did he just really do this? Did he just imagine what he think he did? And if that was so terribly wrong, why was his cock still erect with full resolve? At that moment, Christopher thought of what his mother was doing and where she was at the exact moment he came... his heart was plagued with unrelenting guilt, yet fully aware of his ultimate hope and destiny. "Mother." He quietly gasped, sluggishly massaging his softening stalk. Five months later... The clock read 6:36pm, and it was well past an acceptable time to go home. The plush offices of Cheryl's marketing company were faintly dark, as the nightly cleaning crew hurriedly made their way through the area. And sitting inside her luxurious office, Cheryl lamented over a recent account that was lost. Cheryl laid her head in her hands with a long sigh. With her fingers combing through her tasseled hair, she began to contemplate what she could do to relieve the tension. Sure, sex was always an option, but she was honestly getting bored with the usual routine of one-night stands and meaningless rolls in bed. Despite all of her sexually charged adventures, Cheryl was actually considering meeting someone to explore a real relationship... man or woman. Two slight knocks fell upon her door... "Hey, I'm heading home. Just wanted to say g'night." Said Beth, now dressed in a black mini dress that looked like she was poured into. Cheryl caught her breath upon noticing Beth's tight, brawny figure... yet her hips flared out just perfectly. Cheryl had found herself quite fond of a muscular woman, and often indulged her curiosities on the Internet countless times. In fact, her explorations made her want a woman that was utterly huge... Herculean in size. "Wow, look whose all dolled up! Go get em', hot stuff!" Cheryl continued with a taunting tone, standing up with her purse in tow. Cheryl made her way to the door, stopping two feet from Beth's position. The two stood in the unlit office... the spry fragrance of Cheryl's suite and dimness created a subtle mood of attraction. Both women shared an uncomfortable silence before Beth glanced away in subtle fear. "Beth. Look at me." Commanded Cheryl. Beth could not do as asked. "Beth, I said look at me. Please?" asked Cheryl in a much kinder tone. Slowly, Beth brought her cloudy blue eyes to Cheryl's. She knew Beth was hurting, and she had a good hunch as to why. "Look, sweetheart... I know that you... well, that you've been dropping hints for over a year now. And I really have to admit that I've seriously thought about..." Cheryl inexplicably stopped. Beth took the cue, and followed up with hope in her voice... "About us?" she asked. "Yea." Admitted Cheryl, trying to compose herself after catching a glimpse of Beth's swelling cleavage. "I found you so beautiful the day I hired you." Said Cheryl as Beth detected a hint of empathy in her tone. "You were... so young and just... amazingly beautiful. I really struggled for a long time not wanting to... well, you know." "I did too." Responded Beth, who found herself acting like a teenager with her very first crush. "It's just... I can't mix business with pleasure. I've been burned before, and..." continued Cheryl, who kept envisioning her busty flesh matched against Beth's athletic form. "I haven't asked you for anything." Replied Beth in a familiar and soothing tone that Cheryl had grown to revere. Cheryl smiled, realizing she was right. "Except that, I was going to ask you if you wanted to have a drink with me tonight." Continued Beth. "Come on, it's almost summer and so warm out. A great night to stay out." said Beth. Considering all the hard work and sacrifice Beth gave for her birthday party five months prior, Cheryl told herself that she at least owed Beth this much... a simple drink. What harm would there be in sharing a drink with a beautiful co-worker? Cheryl chuckled to herself as Beth smiled as well. Cheryl looked down, somewhat bashful in assuming that she was wanted by every one of her employees. "How presumptuous of me." She told herself before looking up through her eyebrows to see that sweet intimate smile Beth so naturally had. God, she really did love the way Beth's smile seemed to come so naturally... the way her lips aimlessly cradled her perfectly straight and snow-white teeth... those perfectly aligned lips... and how her cheeks molded into such luscious dimples... "God, she is beautiful." Cheryl told herself as she leaned against the doorframe in a fanciful manner. "What if we're seen out together?" asked Cheryl, tipping her head back with a hint of deftness. "What if?" replied the flaxen woman, smitten by her Boss's vivid charm. "My treat." With that, Cheryl hoisted herself from the doorframe and grabbed her purse and coat. As she turned, Beth bit her lower lip in restrained joy. She had gotten this far, and she wasn't about to change a thing. "Just don't blow it or say something stupid." Beth reassured herself as she watched Cheryl's full figure swathed in that gorgeous form fitting skirt and jacket make its way to her. 15 minutes later... It was a busy night at the Rathskeller, a local watering hole for the late 20--early 30 preppy and wanna be preppies. There were all walks of the city's best looking men and women inside... an old English style restaurant with an outdoor pavilion that often featured live local acts. Beth found the place to be quite charming... the alcohol was quick and tasty, and the female wait staff always made her feel welcome. Beth led Cheryl all the way into the back after paying off the manager to save her a table the night before. Cheryl loved it... this place reminded her of her youth when she too frequented this place to land someone to share her bed with. She had honestly given it up having made a decision to at least try and make a serious go at some type of relationship. Yet it had not been determined if that person were a man or a woman. The lovely young waitress got Cheryl's chair for her with a genuine smile and a lingering touch on her shoulder. Flattered, Cheryl raised her eyebrows as if to say, "wow, did that young chick just hit on me?" look. The two women laughed as Beth lit a cigarette, prompting Cheryl to ask for one as well. "I thought you quit?" Beth said, having to raise her voice over the surrounding crowd. "I do every time I'm with you." Replied Cheryl, blowing a gray cloud upward. "God, even when she purses her lips, she's so fuckable." Beth thought to herself, flicking off her ashes into the ashtray. A lone candle sat at the table, casting just the right amount of a whitish glow on both women's enchanting faces as they looked into the other's eyes for a brief moment. At that moment, the cover band began their next set, ironically covering a somber song... Heart's 'Alone'. This paradoxical incident was however, not planned by Beth. I hear the ticking of the clock I'm lying here, the room's pitch dark I wonder where you are tonight No answer on the telephone And the night goes by so very slow Oh I hope that it won't end though Alone Not wanting to give away her ultimate plan, Beth quickly changed the topic. But not before the song's mood cast an aching shadow of need in the hearts of both women. "So how did we lose the Gregory account?" asked Beth, taking a drag as the waitress set down their drinks. "Oh." Cheryl started to explain, haunted by the lyrics. "Vince just wasn't happy with how we were doing things." Beth could clearly see Cheryl's mind was nowhere near the topic at hand. The song had dug in its claws. But Cheryl resisted, taking a swig of her Manhattan she ordered. 'Til now I always got by on my own I never really cared until I met you And now it tears me to the bone How do I get you alone How do I get you alone You don't know how long I have wanted to touch your lips and hold you tight You don't know how long I have waited and I was going to tell you tonight But the secret is still my own and my love for you is still unknown Alone 'Til now I always got by on my own I never really cared until I met you And now it chills me to the bone How do I get you alone How do I get you alone Alone The song had clearly unnerved Cheryl, yet she sat and listened with a needful heart. Each word rang so true within... one of those classic songs that can make any woman cry. As the song came to a close, Cheryl and Beth applauded as Cheryl sighed heavily. As Fate Would Have It "Want some air?" asked Beth. Cheryl nodded yes as the two stood, and walked out the door onto the open patio where the mood was much more light. The night was quickly turning into a disaster and Beth simply ran out of options. It was going to take a miracle to salvage this night out, and she was praying for just one chance... Across the bar, a pair of male eyes silently observed the women make their way outside. From the shadows he stepped, obviously not wanting to be seen. The look on the man's face was astute, and ever watchful. Taking a drink of his beer, the man stepped out across the room to give chase to the two beautiful women. Outside, an upbeat salsa band was playing as dozens of people danced and swayed to the music. Both Cheryl and Beth's eyes lit up seeing the energetic atmosphere... much more electrifying and stimulating. The two stood near a tall table, ordering another round of drinks as Beth silently thanked herself that the mood made such a drastic change for the better. "Sorry for the shitty song in there." Beth said smiling at Cheryl. "Oh, it's alright. Just wasn't the type of song I needed to hear right now." Replied Cheryl. When the new batch of drinks came, Beth began to loosen up. Standing across the table from her boss, she slipped into flirt mode, casting just the right hints and gestures reflective of her five year long obsession. Beth was beside herself, finally able to have he right where she wanted her. She glowed with truthful warmth as the two they struck up a more natural conversation this time, clinging to every word Cheryl uttered. Everything was ultimately coming together, finally! Cheryl downed two more Manhattans, and then ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, which was for sure the kiss of death for her... but she felt like drinking, and having a good time. An aura of magic fell upon the scene, and Beth could swear that Cheryl was finally becoming herself. She undid the top button of her blouse and took off her suit coat, fanning herself off. "Hot?" asked Beth, lighting a cigarette for her fetching boss. Cheryl inhaled, leaning back to blow out a long puff of smoke, nodding yes. Beth lowered her face, smiling to herself... so happy to be here with her, the woman she had thought so highly of for so many years. Running her fingertip along the length of her beer bottle, Beth swam in the dreamy state of the realization that she may stand a chance with Cheryl... but before she could plan her next move, Beth sensed her inching closer to her... "You know what I wanna do?" purred a seductive Cheryl, purposely keeping her mouth wide open... her brown eyes intensely centering on Beth's. Beth's heart skipped... "No, what?" she stammered. "I wanna dance." Cheryl replied, quickly taking Beth by the hand, rushing out to the packed dance floor. All about were other people, intent on performing their dance rituals that would hopefully lead them to bed with their prospective partners. Cheryl and Beth were no different, and Cheryl was beginning to accept the fact that Beth would be her lover for the night. The alcohol had stripped Cheryl of all previous claims of professionalism and virtue. And once the two reached the dance floor, Cheryl made it well known that she wanted Beth in every way imaginable. Amidst the youthful crowd were two middle aged women, parading about like their peers. Most of the crowd accepted the two women, but some jeered and mocked the two... but the last thing on Beth and Cheryl's mind was not the crowd, but each other. Their dance technique was in full swing to the Latino beat... Beth spun around and swayed her eager hips as Cheryl matched her moves with fiery gusto. Still in her tight, form fitting black mini dress, Beth bit her lower lip in sly seduction, smiling at Cheryl as she started the "wash machine"... oscillating and twirling her taut hips about, much like a belly dancer would... yet this dance was for Cheryl, and Cheryl alone. And all Cheryl could do was watch this enticing act... reaching back, untying her long blonde hair from its hair clips, Cheryl's smile slowly vanished as before her, Beth was transforming into a wanton harlot eager for sex. Beth's golden locks were tasseled about, yet so alluring to take in. "Wow." Cheryl said to herself as Beth twisted about, arching her back out to thrust her full ass against Cheryl's groin. The crowd now paid full attention, but Beth simply didn't care... nor did Cheryl. All she could do was place her hands on each side of Beth's spawning hips, making an "O" shape with her mouth in amazement. Beth flung her neck around, swinging all of her hair around as she gave Cheryl a quick glance of salacious desire before shuffling back out to continue her dance. But Cheryl got greedy and rushed out to dance beside her, flinging Beth into her open arms. Cheryl spun her about, "dipping" Beth down as Fred Astaire did Ginger Rogers years ago... Beth raised her thigh to wrap around Cheryl's leg as Cheryl gripped that thigh with every ounce of her desire, leaving Beth stunned by her signal. "Just like a man." Beth sheepishly thought to herself. "I wish she were my man." Most of the crowd stood back to watch the women parade as Cheryl glared down at Beth, now sweaty and panting heavily. Their gaze coupled before Beth lifted herself back out to strut her stuff... Cheryl faithfully followed as they fell into a dirty dance, groping and clawing one another's shapely bodies. Beth raised her mini skirt and began humping herself against Cheryl's willing leg. Her arms raised high, Beth leaned as far back as she could, letting Cheryl run her right hand down her ample chest and tight flat stomach... the crowd cheered in boisterous approval before Cheryl matched Beth's exotic grinding. Beth's lengthy tresses swept through the air as bystanders got a whiff of her fragrant perfume. It was a spectacle that both men and woman could admire with reverence. Their hands entwined, Cheryl raised Beth upward, as if to bring her in for a well deserved kiss... Beth kept her balance, one knee bent and back fully arched as Cheryl dragged Beth backward as their lips hovered close... Beth's mouth, agape as she felt Cheryl's hot breath cascade upon her face, letting out a moan of sordid lust. This was truly becoming the dance of pure seduction between these two women, and no one could stand in their way... once Cheryl stopped, Beth brought her hands about, clutching Cheryl's sides as she languidly fell to the floor, spreading her legs apart as her palms felt the full shape of Cheryl's incredibly curvaceous body. With the salsa music continuing, Cheryl stooped forward, cupping Beth's face in her hands as if for another kiss, but it wouldn't come just yet. Beth twirled about with her legs doing the splits, reaching out to claw her way along the dance floor... Cheryl gyrated her hips in chase as Beth flung her right leg across the other, reaching out with her arm to entice Cheryl to follow with a "come to me" gesture of her ever graceful hand... Cheryl spun about in thrill as Beth coiled around, lying on her stomach and arching her back, up and down... up and down like a heavenly sapphire wave lapping upon a beach... her ass, so round and flawless... the cheers were silenced as most could only watch in amazement. It was almost borderline stripper-like, but Beth managed to keep it to mostly "dirty-dancing" style. Both women danced as if attuned to the other... anticipating each move, impatient for the next. They were remarkable... and everyone could tell they obviously wanted each other. It was so apparent in how they touched and groped each other. Cheryl finally was able to get Beth on her feet again, and violently clasp Beth's rigid backside, angrily digging her fingernails in to the fleshy pumpkins... Beth nearly passed out from the rush of her touch... but before she could, the song came to a stop as they stood... arm and arm... lips barely an inch from each others... A thundering round of applause met the couple as they both gushed while gazing into each other's eyes. "You're amazing." Panted Cheryl, still holding Beth by her lower back. "No, it's you." Beth replied. "It's always been you." Cheryl caught her breath, letting go of Beth as she took her hand and led her from the dance floor. Everyone knew what was going to happen as most of the guys screamed in shock. The two quickly made their way from the outside pavilion, bolting through a metal door that led into an empty stairway. Once inside the dingy stairwell, Cheryl wound around to meet Beth's crushing mouth to hers in a powerful, magical kiss of all kisses. Beth slammed Cheryl against the wall, hungrily sucking, inhaling the lips and tongue of her boss. The passion was equal between the two women... there was no denying that this couple wanted the other. In the parking lot... moments later... Cheryl fumbled through her purse, frantic to find her key to unlock the door beneath the yellowish security light of the quiet parking lot. Behind her, Beth's tongue lapped her salty neck and collar in dire hunger. All Cheryl could do was whimper in joy as she finally located the car key-- pressing the "unlock" button as her SUV beeped. Hugging each other in another eloquent embrace, Cheryl motioned Beth back until she hopped up, her coveted ass flopping down on the driver's seat. Inflamed, Beth split her supple legs, tempting Cheryl for another scalding kiss. The two were on fire for the other, and they could not keep their hands off of their ripe bodies... Beth locked her ankles together around her lover as Cheryl's frantic hands clutched her comely thighs, feeling their softness and plump texture. Their lips tightly meshed, Cheryl moaned in ardor because she loved those damn thighs so much... two tiny slivers of saliva dripped down both women's' chins, unaware of their uncivilized appearance. Yet who really cared? The delicious saliva was just one of the numerous examples how Beth and Cheryl desperately wanted to make love to the other... it just couldn't happen quick enough. It was then that the realization hit Cheryl... she couldn't go through with this. And Beth knew it the moment the thought ran through her Boss' mind. "No, please don't do this." Beth cried in her mind. "I... I can't do this, Beth." Whispered a tormented Cheryl. It left Beth crushed. Absolutely devastated. At Christopher's... Following the marvelous orgasm five months prior, Christopher's existence had completely transformed. Unraveling the shameful layers of age and hatred, the young man spent the next four weeks doubting his longing; questioning his motivations with shame and embarrassment. He thought of himself as a freak... a monstrosity of a man who yearned for the touch of his dear mother. A depressing chaos ensued, marred by society's curse of such a union. His only escape from the self imposed madness was concealing himself at the incest web site he found... diving into the cherished ocean of ecstasy and love, almost on a nightly basis. His journey led him to countless chat rooms, acting out his deepest cravings for making love to his mother Cheryl. After about a month of nerve-racking skepticism, Christopher lie nude in bed one night, bordering on the threshold of sleep and consciousness. As he drifted off to sleep, an unforeseen truth violently jarred him from his slumber. Jolted from his sleep, he shot up from the covers, gasping in terror from a crystal-clear truth... an epiphany, if you will. "I love her." Was all he heard. Getting out of bed, he wiped his sweaty forehead, bewildered by the dangerous reality. "I really do." He softly voiced. With s deep sigh, he went to his closet, taking out a shabby cardboard box of his belongings. Numerous keepsakes and mementos cluttered the box as he took out a collection of old photographs from his youth. Sitting back on the bed as he switched on his bedside lamp, he pored over every image with tender affection. He saw several pictures of he and Cheryl as a young boy... now fully aware of her glowing beauty. His heart soared in unequivocal acceptance that he did love his mother... as if a gloomy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Gone were the years of loathing and discontent... for now he realized why he had come to hate her so... because he had always sought her love and affection, as all young boys so desperately want from their mothers. He no longer hated her for being so busy with her life for now he understood how hard it must have been for a young woman to be burdened with so much responsibility after a divorce. Christopher smiled, recalling a specific memory that he had forced himself to forget... it was when he was very young, and had listened to his mother cry herself to sleep late one night. A warm smile came over his face as he reminisced... going to her bedside to see why she was crying. He couldn't recall all the details, but clearly remembered telling her that he would "marry her" one day, and make her happy. He sighed, reflecting on how she held him tightly after he said that... A naive boy's dream... now a grown man's everlasting hope. Inattentive to what society thought, Christopher, much like his mother, had always been a nonconformist. He simply didn't care what others would think of a son deeply in love with the woman who gave him life. To him, it made perfect sense that he would end up in love with his mother. After all, every young man privately wished for it as well... he would, in fact, act upon it and make it reality. But how he would remained a mystery. He started by sending Cheryl four dozen red roses at the beginning of April, signed anonymously by a secret admirer. He loved doing that because he was spending his dad's money for college... "What a sexy reversal." thought Chris, knowing he was using his dad's money to seduce his ex wife... However, this was just the beginning of his drawn out plan for luring her... he forged a fake e-mail address, and began sending Cheryl a small number of romantic e-mails... he never did receive a reply, but that didn't surprise him, nor hinder his persistence. Three weeks prior to Cheryl and Beth's tempestuous night out, Chris happened to stop by unexpectedly at Cheryl's office. Taken off guard, Cheryl was thrilled to see her son as she cleared off the next few hours for them to share a long lunch. This visit would clearly be different for the hopeful son, as he looked upon her with a different set of eyes... the eye of an optimistic young man. She wore a classic black business suit, tailored to squeeze every rippling curve she acquired through the years. And when Christopher sauntered in her office, he noticed the six-button jacket, and the Triacetate/polyester fabric that cradled those wide hourglass hips he couldn't help but stare at. "She must have bought that in New York." He thought to himself as she opened his arms to him for a meaningful hug. He fondly remembered how she used to love to go to New York all the time to shop. And Cheryl was tan... so perfectly browned by the sun. Baked like a cherished loaf of the most desirable bread, accentuated by two bronzed knolls of breast flesh that sat nestled between her jacket and white blouse, dipping low enough for Christopher to admire the roundness of their nurturing, ample form. An image raced past his mind's eye, seeing his face smothered deep between that yummy cleavage. As they embraced, he held her for a much longer time that usual. Careful not to give away his taboo secret, he adored feeling his mother's shapely figure in his athletic arms. He glowed with fondness as he heard her moan in the embrace... the typical "It's so good to see you" moan that most moms give their children when they see them. He wrapped his arms entirely around her narrow waist... possibly a test to see how she would feel beneath him when he would lovingly ease his manhood back inside her hearth of life... the very essence of who he was, and where he was meant to return. Cheryl held her son with joy, basking in the obviously prolonged embrace. She didn't care one bit... she liked being held by a man anyway. On their way out the door, Cheryl took Chris into Beth's office to reintroduce the two. Beth, still reeling from the failure at the Rathskeller, somberly glanced up to her gorgeous boss. "Hey Beth, wanna say hi to Chris?" she said as Chris walked in, giving Beth a friendly hug. Of course she knew him. In the five years she had worked there, she had come to know him from a distance. But there was something different about Chris today... he looked genuinely happy. He looked peaceful, and yes... very handsome. "Hey Chris... wow, you just keep getting better lookin' every time I see you." Said Beth with a telling smile. He blushed, looking down. "So do you, Beth." He gently replied with a sly grin. "Geez, get a room you two!" pried Cheryl as she took her son from her office. "We're taking a long lunch. Don't call me." Both Chris and Beth giggled to themselves as Cheryl tried her best to act offended. "Bye, Chris." Beth said, sitting back down at her desk. "Adios." Chris replied. At the restaurant... Arriving at the popular, high scale restaurant, Cheryl handed over her key to the valet driver as Chris watched his mother get out of the Cadillac Escalade. Not wearing any panty hose, Cheryl's thick thighs shined in the mid afternoon sun. As he got out, all he could contemplate was opening his mouth to kiss just one of those smooth, tan thighs. He absolutely loved his mother's thighs ever since he came of age. They were not fat or battered by time. No "cottage cheese" effect as he and his friends called it. No... these were mahogany hued... jelled... syrupy... and he wanted to graze his tongue across every glorious inch of them. The waiter had just taken their plates, and left Cheryl and Chris alone. The restaurant was very high scale, and Chris felt out of place in his cargo shorts and tight IU T-shirt. She had to reassure him twice that he was fine, and that she didn't care one thing about what others thought. The struggle inside the young man's heart was savage... he kept swaying from "son" mode to "man" mode with every passing moment. The fight was intolerable, and only aggravated when Cheryl took off her jacket, leaving a lovely white blouse to contrast her tawny skin. God, she was beautiful. He balked... "Mom, I need to tell you something." He said, setting down the crystal glass with a serious expression. It was now or never. He had to do it. Risk everything and just confess it. Damn the consequences. "Oh shit, what's wrong?" She replied, sitting up. "No, nothin'. Really. I just..." He stumbled, wanting to give his confession right there. "I'm just..." he sighed in frustration. "I came up here today to... make things right between us." His wide brown eyes met hers on cue... Cheryl glowed, admiring how handsome he had become, but with motherly vanity. "Oh sweetheart, you don't... " She replied, melting with fondness. "No, no-- I really need to say this, Mom." He fired back, interrupting her. "I hate it that all we do is hate each other." Her soft hand slowly rested atop his... "Oh god... just her touch." Chris told himself, tortured by the affection. In a subtle way, she detected his apprehension by her hand on his. "Sorry about that." Cheryl replied, bringing her hand back to her side of the table. Without shame, nor guilt... Christopher abruptly grasped her hand, pulling it back to where it was... where it belonged. "No, Mom. See, this is exactly what I'm talking about." He continued. "I don't understand, honey." Replied Cheryl, observant of his mature expressions. "I don't want us to hate each other any more." He continued. "I want us to be friends, like most of my buddies are with their moms." As Fate Would Have It [[names changed to protect the naughty]] After a torrid and exhilarating affair lasting ten months, Dionna and I had to say our goodbyes. Her employer reassigned her to another office in Florida, parting us indefinitely. Having long ago realized we had nothing holding us together save near-perfect sexual compatibility, we had decided to keep things casual--though neither of us had any desire to seek out any other lovers. There was no need, since both of us had quickly realized that even our kinkiest desires were perfectly mirrored by the other. But now that was all in the past. A few weekends later, I decided to finally go out and have some fun. I had no idea if I'd ever find another girl like Dionna, but there was no reason why I should stay in a funk hoping to see if someone would fall into my lap. So I found myself having a solo night out, trying to decide if I'd check out a friend's drag performance or just hit another club elsewhere in the area. Eventually I settled on a dance spot. I'd gotten there just before ten, so the crowd was still sparse. I sat at the bar and ordered a double tequila sunrise, just nursing it for the next twenty minutes while I scanned the other faces there as they wandered across the floor. Then I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned around and found a pretty young Black chick staring at me intently, like she was trying to place me in her memory. I couldn't recall seeing her before, though. She had a slight frame like a teenaged boy and was a few inches shorter than myself, with pale brown skin, thick curly black hair and violet contacts. She had on a very tight pale purple strapless dress that stopped about three inches below her crotch, with black heels. Not really expecting too much and not really caring either way since tonight was all about just getting out the house, I smiled and went over to her. "Hey, I'm Ashley," I started...and stopped when her eyes widened. Recognition flooded her face and she replied, "Hey you!" Then she paused too. "You don't remember me do you?" she asked. Her eyes glittered brightly, which caught my attention. They were large and round and clearly intelligent, and she had some expertly-arched eyebrows that framed her face perfectly. Okay, she's very hot, I thought. So I found myself deciding to play along. "No, pretty lady, I don't. Should I?" I took a sip of my drink and played it cool. She grinned and burst out, "I'm Rachel's friend Symone. I was there when you picked her up from her cousin's house that night last year. I was the one outside on the cell phone." Rachel...a year ago...yeah, I did vaguely remember a tiny little femboi with blond micro-braids.... "Okay...Symone, yeah, I do remember you. Um...you've developed a little more since then.... Look at you--you're very pretty." "That's real sweet, Ashley," she said. She had a very infectious smile, which was still lighting up her eyes. "Just turned twenty-one last month too." Heh. "Well let me wish you a happy belated birthday! What are you having?" I waved the bartender over. "A Long Island is cool," she said. I passed that on and ordered a refill on my drink. When they came back, I raised my glass. "To being legal and setting the world on fire!" She nodded at that and we clinked the glasses together. As we sipped our drinks--and replaced them after draining them--we caught each other up a bit. She gave me the gossip on the scene, explained she'd been majoring in Marketing, and making extra money by doing hair. She wanted to know what I'd been up to. "This and that," I answered. "Just school and work, really. This is the first time I've been out in months, actually." "Mm, really? Well I guess I was lucky tonight." "I think I was," I said, barely loud enough to be heard over the music. We were silent for a bit as we looked at each other. Then she said, "I have a secret to tell you." "Mm?" "I liked you when I first saw you. You know, I got your number from Rachel's phone, but I was too nervous to call you after you and Rachel stopped talking. I just thought you were very nice and cute, if just a little too quiet. Then again, you do have to watch the quiet ones...." She gave me a long penetrating look with that last. Wow. I was taken aback while my mind started racing. Was she just winding me up, or did she have a crush, or maybe something else? How much did Rachel tell her about us? (Almost certainly everything, I assumed.) I decided to set logic aside and go with my intuition. "Symone, you're very lovely too. And you seem like you know what you want and how to get it. I'll just come out and say it: I definitely wouldn't mind kicking it with you for the rest of the night." She quietly stared at me for a long time. Finally she asked if I wanted to leave with her. Of course I did, and asked where she wanted to go. "Your house," she answered. She'd caught a ride to the club, so didn't have to worry about her own car. Once we got to the parking lot she called a couple of friends to let them know she was leaving with me. The drive back home was less than fifteen minutes. I invited Symone to have a seat and fixed two light drinks for us, then flipped on one of the cable music channels. "Cigarette?" she asked when I sat next to her. "Sure, baby," I said, watching as she lit two Slims for us. She handed one to me and I closed my eyes to enjoy the first drag, tasting her lipstick on the filter. I liked it. We talked some more. She wanted to know what between Rachel and I, but I rarely give details on my past relationships, even if they're brief. I'd only say that I wasn't right for her at the time. She digested that, then asked me to elaborate. I told her that back then I was still nervous about being out, and I had a few ridiculous hangups that were part of that. So I was lot more close-minded then. "She told me you always held her at arm's length," she said. "She could tell you wanted her, but you never really relaxed with her." "Well yeah, that's true enough," I allowed. She stubbed out her cigarette and moved closer. Crushing mine out as well, I just looked expectantly at her. "Well I want to have you too, Ashley. It can be just this one time if you want. I just want to see..." She moved her hot body against mine and wrapped her arms around my neck. I was already responding, placing my lips gently on hers and kissing her softly. When we pulled apart briefly, I asked, "See what, baby?" "What it could be like...with me...with us," she murmured. She elaborated by pulling her dress over her head and gently pushing me down on my back, stretching her half-naked body over mine. I was shedding my clothes just as quickly. I had my jeans halfway off and my shirt on the floor when I felt the hard bumps of her tiny breasts flattening against my chest. I let go off my pants and pulled her closer, rubbing my body against hers. "Damn Symone," I whispered, "you're so fine, baby. Your body is making me melt." She didn't say anything, but quickly jerked my pants and underwear off, leaving me just as naked as she. I felt her getting hard and digging between my thighs, and as always I was only aware of our desire for each other. I felt what she felt and reflected it back at her. My hands and lips were moving everywhere over her, and she reached down to hold our dicks together in one hand. Our tongues met again and she began sliding her hand gently, squeezing and relaxing. "Do you...like that...baby?" she breathed. "I want to have you...everywhere. I know you...want me too baby. Feel how hard you are...when I touch you. I'm hard too baby...come and see." She took my hand and wrapped it around her shaft, which was...impressive. Almost two inches thick and seven inches long, it looked massive hanging from her small frame. I squeezed it and stroked for almost a minute. "Mmmmm it's hot just like the rest of you, Symone. Everything about you is perfect." I squeezed her ass with my free hand and finally let my passion take over. We were kissing again, then necking and licking all over each other's upper bodies...then she pulled back. "Ashley," she groaned. "...want to feel your lips on me." She turned herself around and sat up straight with her knees on either side of my chest, then lowered her narrow hips over my face. Her voice was muffled, but I could still hear her pleading for me to taste her. So I did. I grabbed her by one shoulder and kept hold of her girl-dick in the other, pulled her close and dragged my tongue from her shrunken little balls to her pussyhole. Symone sucked in a breath and started pumping her hips back and forth, sliding her cock through my fist and forcing her asshole on my tongue. She was so perfectly clean and smooth, I could have stayed there all night. I licked harder and faster, whipping my tongue over her tightly closed ring. She pressed down harder, apparently trying to stuff my entire mouth up her ass and nearly cutting off my air. I could still hear her cursing and telling me not to stop. Her ring began to relax and I sucked it gently, still brushing my tongue over it every few seconds. "Oooooh soooo good...so good...eat my pussy baby...so good," she kept repeating, now just lying flat on her stomach and enjoying the sensations. Eventually she stirred and turned herself back around, covering my face with kisses. "Ashley...oh shit, baby, I could have nutted just from that. Thank you baby." "I love giving head and eating ass, baby," I said softly. "If you liked it, I'm good." "Oh I did." She kissed me deep once more. "I'm so horny I don't know what to do." Then she brushed her lips over my chest. I guess she'd thought of something. "Tell me if it hurts you baby," she warned. She began sucking and pinching, then twisting my nipples. They were already stiff and sensitive from the touch of her skin moving over them, and this latest stimulation was torturous. I didn't say anything aloud, but I did begin writhing beneath her. And then I did cry out as her teeth dug into my chest. But I held her head against my chest so she wouldn't stop. Symone got the message and nibbled harder and harder, stopping only to ask if she should stop. But eventually she did, leaving me sore and tender. "Poor baby," she soothed, licking at my earlobe. "I know what'll help my baby out. A nice distraction." She reached between my legs and began brushing her long nails over my balls and inside my crack. "Mmmmm I was hoping you'd like that." She wrapped her other hand around shaft and began masturbating me while her other fingers tapped and brushed insistently at my hole. Symone went on whispering in my ear, "I'm going to empty those nuts for you baby. Then when you're weak and drained, I'm going to fuck your tight little pussy. It's even fatter and prettier than mine...but I'm not jealous. I can't wait to get my dick in you...tear you open...bounce up and down on you. I'm so horny already...I think I'll take it at least twice and dump all my nut in it." The whole time she was jacking me off faster and fingering my ass faster, until toward the end of that monologue I arched my back and erupted all over her hot little hand. I wanted to pass out; I hadn't come that hard in weeks. I lay there like a boned fish as Symone grinned and wiped her hand all over my chest. "Was that good, baby?" she teased. "It's okay, I know it was. I almost came myself. But I did promise I'll do that somewhere else..." She got between my legs and held them together, then folded them against my midsection. By then I was gasping out "Go ahead, baby...you can have it. I want to feel you." She looked up and informed me, "I hope I've got you loose enough for me. But if I'm wrong...well, my dick is going to hurt you." She pressed the head against my entrance and steadily shifted more of her weight on it. And yes, I was still too tight, since I still close up quickly even right after cumming. Symone spit twice on my hole to give it more lubrication, but it still resisted. It was starting to hurt...enough for me to wonder if she really was too thick. I began to squirm from side to side, but she noticed and leaned harder on my legs. "Baby, stop....wait a bit," I hissed painfully, but she ignored me. The stinging around my hole peaked and suddenly Symone slipped halfway in, driving my breath out and replacing the stinging with a screaming pain. "Work through it baby," Symone said through a clenched jaw. "I won't lie, it's going to hurt the first time. But I'm not going to stop, it's been months since I've gotten to put in some work of my own. So many of you boys won't let me fuck you, even though you beg me to give up my ass. So I'm going to enjoy you...and then enjoy you some more." I wasn't opposed to that, but she was too damn big. I knew that she'd probably torn me...but perversely I was getting off on having her use me so selfishly. I knew that when she wanted to bang me again, I wouldn't resist. After holding still for a couple of minutes, Symone rotated her hips in a wide circle, which set off new painful protests as she stretched me. Then she pulled out about two inches and drove her dick back in...this time not stopping until her balls laid across my crack. She pulled back one more and spit in my ass again...which did help a little this time. Then Symone began fucking me in earnest, hugging herself against me and telling me she was sorry it hurt, but she needed to fuck. She kissed me furiously, picking up speed until her hips were blurring against mine. "I love it baby...so hot and tight on my dick...so worth the wait for you baby." Her nearly flat chest burned against mine and I found myself wrapping my legs around her waist. "Mmmmm baby I knew you'd like it, even if I hurt you. I'm sorry baby...just wanted to have you so badly." She paused to catch her breath, then told me to put my ankles on her shoulders. I groaned and did so, ignoring the new bolts of pain that shot through me when I shifted my weight. "Oh yes...ohhh yesss baby...that's it. I'm in you so deep now...I'm about to cum....oooooooh mmmmm..." Symone tensed all over and threw her head back as she pumped her cum into my ass. I quivered through each twitch of her cock as it spurted for a good fifteen seconds. Finally it stopped...but didn't even begin to soften. I just lay still, speared on her meat until Symone pulled out. I was stretched so much that half her cum almost immediately squirted back out as my overworked hole tried to close. Symone slouched in the sofa, propping my legs on her lap. After a few minutes she asked me to sit on the floor in front of her. "I guess I overdid it a little, baby," she said softly. "I'm sorry. Guess I won't get to play in your pussy again tonight." I was relieved, though I remembered how I did enjoy her ruthlessness. "But I'm still so horny for you, baby. And I need to get at least one more nut tonight." I cut her off with an ironic smile and pulled her hips just over the edge of the sofa, then tilted her legs back. Her thick wet cock laid flat on her stomach and her ass spread as wide as it could, causing her balls to flatten to near-invisibility. I bent forward and rimmed her as deeply as I could. Symone squealed and her hole clutched weakly at the tip of my tongue. While I licked slowly across her crack, I worked two fingers inside her steamy hole. Gently sawing them in and out, I sucked the head of her dripping dick between my lips, then pulled back and licked wetly all over its surface. Once it was slick again I swallowed it once more. It was so thick I could only get half, but that was enough. Symone cracked her eyes open to watch me sliding my lips along her shaft and moaned some encouragement. I was getting heated too...and still needed to do some fucking myself. I slowly pulled my fingers from Symone's ass and stopped sucking briefly. Then I lined up my dick and drove it inside her with three firm strokes. Symone stiffened, but quickly grabbed my hips and started moving her hips with mine. She was incredibly hot and tight though, and I wouldn't last more than a few minutes. Contorting myself forward, I dusted off a special treat Dionna had taught me. Symone was just big enough to benefit. Doubled over as much as I could, I sucked her stiff dick between my lips again. Symone gasped in surprise, then helped me out by holding my neck in place so I could bob my head with less strain. "Uugghhnn--yeah! Yeah!" she panted. "That shit is so hot! I never--mmmmm--your mouth is--mmmmm fuck me deep! Wasn't going to let you have my ass tonight...but wasn't...expecting this!" She steadily forced my head downward, trying to make me swallow her entire length, but I couldn't relax enough. No matter...Symone was already on the edge of cumming again. Her hands locked around my neck and she bucked straight up. A half-second later her girl-juice was boiling out of her dick again...this time filling up my mouth and leaking back down her shaft. She finally let go of my neck and I licked my lips clean, then concentrated on banging her smooth dark ass. Finally I tensed again, then erupted up her hole. I held myself there until I softened, then pulled back and got comfortable beside her. Symone looked at me happily and kissed once, then again. We slumped together just staring warmly at each other for a few minutes before our hands started exploring again. Before she could speak, I started, "Goddamn that was so good, Symone. I haven't felt this good in way too long. I really enjoyed myself, thank you." "It's okay, Ashley. We should have been together a long time ago. But I'm glad I found you tonight. I'm sorry for losing control of myself." I waved it off. "Don't worry, sexy. I've been known to get along well with that kind of attitude. So you don't have to hold back for me." She stared at me for a few beats, then a small smile touched the corners of her mouth. "Okay. Time will tell. I just hope you won't get too freaked out when I let myself go." "Same here," I agreed, knowing we hadn't scratched the surface of what I could get into. So we chatted a little longer, deciding that I'd take her home the next morning. She joked that she was expecting a nice wake-up call too. We eventually started drifting off to sleep. The last thing I heard before waking up a few hours later was "...her loss, my gain..." ******* *******