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Idle Rich

By: dellagordo



An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks.

His friends were going to Florida, but Edward Richmond was going home.

It was the tail end of his senior year at Sorenson Academy, one of many prep schools Ed had attended over the past twelve years, and most of the guys Ed knew were already celebrating their upcoming graduation. It was Tully who decided they were all going to spend spring break in the vacation state, and it was Skip who organized the whole thing and Rodney who volunteered the use of his parents summer home in Key West. And it was Ed who backed out of the trip.

He wasn't a drinker. He didn't like the beach, and though the promise of nubile and scantily clad women running around at one's beck and call was highly tempting, he ultimately decided to skip Florida and just go home. 

Ed's spring semester at Sorenson was already stressing him out. He'd been forced to pile on some extra credits to ensure that he graduated on time with all his friends, and the added workload was wearing him down. He knew that he was going to be miserable on spring break no matter where he was, so he figured he might as well save his money -- well, his parent's money, really -- and just spend the week catching up on sleep and tanning by the pool. The rest would do him good, and he knew that, fun as Florida would be, he wouldn't be getting any rest while he was there. Besides, he could goof off all summer. Maybe even go to Europe, like his father had been promising for years.

Of course, spending time at home would be no picnic. Not that home was really "home" for Ed. Aside from holidays and vacations, he'd never spent much time in the house his parents lived in. Nor were his parents particularly excited to see him when he did visit. Richard Richmond was nearing sixty, still spry and avaricious, but also still more concerned with running his financial empire than spending time with his only son. Vague promises of "when you're older" would sometimes be offered, and then Dad would be out the door to play golf with his buddies or fly to Paris or some such nonsense. Blake Richmond, nee Masters, was a good twenty years younger than her husband, a leggy, busty, supermodel trophy wife who had lost none of her beauty during the intervening years of her marriage. She had also never shown much interest in being a "mom." Ed had long ago reached the conclusion that he was some kind of accident for which his mother was slightly embarrassed, evidenced by his lack of siblings and her cool withdrawal from his life.

So a week at home would be something of a trial. Still, Ed reasoned, he was young and rich and life couldn't be all bad, could it?

"Here you go, kid," the cabby said, interrupting Ed's morbid thoughts. Ed looked up, saw the sloping lawn, the huge white face of the Richmond family mansion, the topiary lions guarding the front porch. He stifled a sigh, paid the cabby, and began the long walk up to the front door.

While he was digging in his pocket for the key, the door flung open, and out leapt Amelie, the portly, grandmotherly major domo of the household. "Eddie!" she cried, wrapping him up in an embrace. "I didn't know you were coming home."

"Last minute decision," Ed replied, returning the hug. 

"Let me look at you," Amelie said, releasing him. "Ai yi yi, you've grown so tall and handsome. If I was thirty years younger, you'd be in trouble," she said with a laugh.

"I think you'd be the one in trouble," Ed joked, but only half-heartedly.

Amelie's smile began to fade. "Is everything okay, Eddie? You look tired."

"It was a long train ride, Amelie," Ed said. 

"Well, then," she said, "go and take a nice nap. I will let your mother know you are home, and then I'll have Salvador whip up something special for dinner. When you're feeling better, you can explain to me why you didn't bother to let any of us know you were coming home." She gave him a light pinch on his cheek for emphasis.

Ed couldn't hide a grin. "Thanks, Amelie. Don't bother telling Mom that I'm home -- I'm just not up to dealing with her at the moment. I suppose Dad isn't around either?"

"He left for Vancouver this morning," she said, frowning. Ed only nodded. He picked up his bags and headed across the threshold into the foyer. Amelie followed, offering to take one of his bags, but Ed shooed her away with a laugh. He climbed the stairs to the second floor, chuckling at the thought that Amelie acted more like his mother than his mother did. By the time he shouldered the door to his room open, he was no longer finding the thought humorous. He dumped his bags on the floor and surveyed his room. It was big, three times the size of his dorm at school, with its own balcony and skylight. Ed crossed to the balcony door and pulled the blinds, letting the mid-afternoon sun into the room. He opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony, taking a deep breath of clean, country air.

Directly below him was the patio, with the barbecue pit where Ed's father occasionally showed off his skill with the grill. Beyond that, the lawn dipped down to the Olympic sized pool that his mother had insisted on installing, after one of her friends at the club bought one. Normally, Ed's eyes would loop around the pool and examine the rest of the property, but he saw something at the poolside that made him pause.

Draped across a chaise lounge was his mother. She was completely naked, save for a sunhat and sunglasses that shaded her facial features from view. On the table beside her sat a Long Island iced tea, Blake's favorite drink, the glass beaded with condensation. His mother might have been asleep or awake, Ed wasn't sure, but she was clearly relaxed and showed no sign of discomfort at her nudity. She was a tall woman with long legs and a lush frame, full of breast and hip, lean of thigh and waist, with a warm golden tan stretching from head to toe. Her breasts were proud, fleshy mountains that rode high on her chest, showing barely a hint of sag, and her taut belly sloped down to a neatly trimmed patch of red hair between her sleek thighs. As Ed watched, barely comprehending, his mother stretched her arms over her head, pushing her breasts into further prominence, and rubbed her feet together.

Ed felt his pants tightening.

Ed heard a low wolf whistle, and with a start, he realized his mother was not alone. A young man with a lean body and a blond mane stood beside the pool wearing a pair of abbreviated orange shorts and holding a skimmer. Pool boy? Ed had never seen him before, but he did know his father used an outside service to maintain the pool. The dude wasn't part of the house's regular staff, then. But what the hell was that guy doing out there with Ed's naked Mom?

Blake raised her head up and pursed her lips in the pool boy's direction. She crooked a finger, beckoning him forward. With an insolent grin, Pool Boy tossed the skimmer on the deck and circled the pool with a swagger. Blake traced a finger along one breast, lightly brushing the nipple with her fingertips, and licked her lips.

Suddenly Ed realized how exposed he was, standing out there on the balcony. He also realized how hard he was, his cock an iron bar between his legs, tenting his pants and making it uncomfortable to stand. Slowly, carefully, cautiously, Ed eased backward into his room. The temptation to see what was happening was too much for him to completely abandon his post, however, and he kept his eyes glued to the lush, nude form of his mother. With trembling fingers he found the zipper of his pants and eased the pressure around his cock.

In the meanwhile, Pool Boy had slipped out of his shorts, exposing his own rampant member. Ed noticed, with a strange sort of pride that made his head hurt, that Pool Boy wasn't quite as well endowed as he was. As Pool Boy dropped to his knees between his mother's thighs and began to kiss and nibble her heated skin, Ed found himself easing his cock out of his shorts and slowly stroking his engorged length. Beads of precum dripped from the angry purple head onto the balcony.

Blake writhed beneath Pool Boy's mouth. Her tits bounced and heaved, hard nipples scraping at the air, her flesh jiggling in all the right places. Her hands gripped the back of Pool Boy's head and thrust his face into her snatch. Her breath came hard and fast, peppered with short, high-pitched cries that sent shivers down Ed's spine. His mother's voice, thick with passion, shaking with lust, carried across the yard. 

Ed couldn't think straight, couldn't even form so much as a word in his head. All he could do was watch and masturbate.

Ed's Mom and Pool Boy had shifted. Now Pool Boy stood beside the chaise lounge and Blake kneeled on her haunches upon it. One hand cupped Pool Boy's scrotum and the other gently stroked his member, while her lips kissed and licked the head. Ed's heart stopped when his mother's head descended and her mouth swallowed Pool Boy's cock, her sunhat hiding the full details from view. Ed's own cock jumped in his fist, harder and longer than he had ever been.

Blake sucked Pool Boy for a few minutes longer, then released him, letting Pool Boy's dick bob in the air. Blake twisted her tan, sinuous body around on the chaise, and presented herself on hands and knees to Pool Boy. Her large tits swung beneath her, her sweetly rounded ass rose provocatively. Pool Boy caressed her cheeks with strong hands and moved towards Blake. She gripped his cock from beneath and guided it to her pussy. Pool Boy slid home with a grunt and a slap of flesh that made Blake's ass and tits jiggle. Ed's mother cried out as Pool Boy filled her.

Then they started fucking. Loudly, lewdly, sloppily. Flesh slapped against flesh, both released inflamed groans and cries. Pool Boy leaned across Blake's back and cupped her tits, playing with her nipples. Blake squeezed Pool Boy's balls and humped her ass back at him with amazing speed.

It was over before Ed was ready. Suddenly, Pool Boy pulled out of his mother and slapped his cock against her ass. A jet of pearly white jism sprayed from the tip across her cheeks. Blake twisted again, and for a moment she appeared to be looking straight up at Ed's balcony -- he couldn't be sure if she saw him, with her eyes hooded by the sunglasses, but Ed scrambled back into his room just in case, hoping she had missed him. He missed whatever happened next beside the pool, but his heart was pounding so rapidly and his face was so flushed with fear and embarrassment that he hardly cared. 

Ed pulled himself up onto his bed and lay on his back. His cock was still hard and dripping, towering over his belly. His balls ached. Self-consciously, Ed adjusted himself and pulled his pants and underwear down to allow him better access. He wondered, guiltily, whether his mother had seen him for that split second. He hoped she had not. He didn't know what he would do if she had. . . but what if she did? Ed's cock lurched in his hand. He closed his eyes and imagined for a moment that he was him on the deck with his mother, fucking into her heated pussy, cupping her tits, making her cry out in pleasure. With one last sweep of his hand along the length of his cock, Ed finally came. And came. And came. It felt as though a fist were squeezing his balls, forcing out every last drop of semen from his balls. When he finished, the lower part of his shirt was soaked through and sticking to his stomach.

Ed felt a sudden stab of guilt. He quickly undressed, cleaned himself up, and climbed under the covers of his bed to take a nap. But it was a long time before he fell asleep.

He wished he had decided to go to Florida after all.

When he woke, it was dark outside, though the backyard lights sent plenty of illumination into the room through his still open balcony door. Ed closed the door before darting into his bathroom to take a quick shower. While he cleaned up, images of his mother fucking the pool boy kept flashing before his eyes, and he found himself growing hard. Ed shook his head to clear the visions, but it did no good.

He had always considered his mother beautiful. As a child, that had made him very proud. In adolescence, he had noticed the few friends he brought home, or the kids from the neighborhood at the summer place, eyeing his mother with more than a little interest. They'd tell him in conspiratorial whispers that he had a hot mom. Quietly he'd agree, but aloud he'd tell them to shut up. So he had always known she was beautiful, but he'd never really considered her a sexual being. She was remote, quick with a gift or a peck on the cheek, but otherwise he had always thought of her as somewhat cold. Even with his father, his mother seemed distant. He supposed now he knew why. 

He also knew he would never be able to dispel the image of his mother on her hands and knees, a stranger's cock ramming into her pussy again and again.

The girls he'd dated, the girls he'd fucked, had been enthusiastic and exciting, but looking back, not one of them had displayed the energy, the pulchritude, or the sheer lust that his mother had that afternoon. It was only natural, he told himself, that he'd fantasize about her now. 

When he finished his shower, he was still hard. He stuffed his cock into a pair of shorts, pulled on a t-shirt, and went down to the kitchen. Salvador, Amelie's better half, stood at the stove, frying strips of beef. Sal grinned at Ed's entrance and shot a hand out. Ed took it.

"Good to see you, kid," Sal said. "How's school going?"

Ed shrugged. "It's been a tough semester, Sal. I'm not looking forward to going back." He looked around the kitchen, noting the lettuce, diced tomatoes, onions, sour cream and guacamole laid out across the counter. "Fajitas?"

"Fajitas," Sal agreed. "I figured it appropriate considering you'd be dining tonight. Got the chessboard set up in the study for later, if you're interested."

"You bet I am," Ed said with a laugh. He talked to Sal while Sal cooked, and slowly but surely he began to feel better. Sal was like a favorite uncle, a good friend and a great guy to talk to. He and Amelie had been with the family for as long as Ed could remember, and to Ed, they were family. They were what made this large mansion home.

When Sal decided the meat was cooked, he sent Ed into the dining room. "I'll be right there," he promised.

Ed dropped before one of the two place settings at the dining room table. It wasn't unusual for Sal or Amelie to join him for a meal, and though his father disapproved of it, Ed always welcomed the company. It beat eating alone. So he was a bit surprised when Sal entered the room and simply set the food down. Sal stepped away and said, "If you need anything else, just give a shout."

"Who?" Ed started to ask, but Sal inclined his head towards the other doorway. Ed turned his head and his heart lurched in his chest. It was his mother.

Ed's Mom wore an abbreviated red kimono loosely belted at the waist. The bright color nicely complemented her golden skin, and the robe showed a large expanse of delicious cleavage and sleek thighs. A golden necklace decorated her neck, and she had another golden chain around her left ankle. Her feet were bare, toenails painted the same bright red as her fingernails. Ed forced himself to meet his mother's eyes. Blake's face was just as stunning as the rest of her, graced with high cheekbones, full lips, and finely drawn brows. Dark eyes examined her son coolly, and one copper eyebrow arched as her appraisal met his own. She had trimmed her hair since the last time he saw her, creating a red-gold kind of bob that framed her features perfectly.

She glided across the room and dropped into the chair beside Ed, setting her wineglass on the table. Her perfume followed her, and the flowery scent tickled Ed's nostrils. It was a moment before Ed realized Sal was already gone. He looked around, suddenly anxious and uncomfortable in his mother's presence. 

"Hello, Edward," Blake said. "I wish Amelie had let me know you were coming home. I would have prepared a better welcome for you."

"That's okay," Ed managed to squeak out after finding his voice. "No need to make a fuss."

"Mmmm," Blake said, not quite agreeing. She speared a tortilla with her fork and draped it across her plate. Mechanically, Ed mimicked her movements, and for a little while the two worked in silence to build their fajitas. "I know we're not a terribly close-knit family unit," Blake said suddenly, just as Ed was lifting his tortilla to take a bite. He paused as she went on. "But I'm still your mother, and I'd appreciate knowing when you're coming home."

The mild reproach was like a slap in the face. Ed set the fajita back on the plate. "I'll. . . I'll make sure to do that in the future," he said after a long moment.

Blake smiled. "Thank you, dear."

They began to eat, and in between bites, his mother actually asked him questions. Like how he was doing, how school was going, that sort of thing. Ed answered as best he could, unable to meet his mother's eyes as he could not keep from imagining her naked and writhing. It made his pants tight, but he couldn't help it. When her bare foot brushed against his calf -- accidentally? -- under the table, his cock jumped. Ed almost did too. 

"Sorry," his mother said. Her foot retreated. "Thought you were the table."

"S'okay," Ed said, clearly flustered. 

"So, what do you plan to do all week?" she asked him at last.

Ed shrugged. "I don't really have much in the way of plans," he admitted. "I just want to unwind, maybe sit around the pool and work on my tan."

"Oh?" Blake said with a glint in her eyes. "I've been sunbathing in the nude lately, myself. That isn't going to bother you, is it?" Her question was phrased innocently, but there was something in her expression that put him on his guard. She was watching him, he realized, waiting for him to say or do something. The only reaction Ed could manage was to turn red -- and to have his cock jump wildly in his pants. He could only imagine that his precum was staining the front of his shorts, his dick was so hard. He felt so terribly guilty.

"I hope it doesn't bother you," his Mom continued. "You are eighteen years old, after all, which means we're all adults here. We should all be able to behave in an. . . adult fashion." Her foot brushed his calf again, and this time Ed was certain it was not accidental. Her touch sent an electric current up his leg, straight to his crotch. 

"I. . . I. . ." Ed stammered.

"Well," Blake said with a wink, "I'll let you think about it." She picked up her now empty wineglass and stood. The movement caused her breasts to bob within their silken prison, and Ed was certain she wore no bra beneath the kimono. "I'll go freshen my drink."

The door to the kitchen whispered closed and a half-second later, Ed was on his feet. He awkwardly adjusted his painfully engorged cock and made a mad dash for his room, dinner forgotten. He had barely shut his door behind him before grabbing a handful of tissues off his desk and whipping his cock free. It only took two quick strokes to send him over the edge. The force and volume of his ejaculate shredded the tissues, making a mess in his hand. He looked around for the shirt he had ruined earlier in the day, but it wasn't where he had left it. He cleaned his hand as best he could with some more tissues and looked harder for the shirt, but couldn't find it.

What the hell happened to it?

Ed stared into space for about five minutes. "Holy shit," he said at last.

The next morning Ed slept late. When he awoke, he peeked out at the pool and saw no one down there. With a strange feeling of disappointment, he took a quick shower and then went out for a run around the neighborhood. His parents liked living in a gated community. It gave them a feeling of control and removement from society, which was certainly their M.O. Ed didn't quite see the value in it all, but he had to admit it made jogging a lot easier without having to worry about traffic.


Idle Rich: Booty Call



An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks.

This is a sequel to an earlier tale, "Idle Rich." You may want to visit that first, although the author hopes that his writing ability has improved in the intervening years.

*****

On a warm, spring Sunday afternoon, Edward Richmond sat at his desk in his dorm room at prep school, studying for his math final. The room was plain but spacious, as he and his roommate Rodney had agreed at the start of their senior year to stack their beds, freeing up a good portion of the room. The walls were decorated with posters of sports teams, bands, and beautiful women. Edward's portion of the room was slightly cleaner and less strewn with dirty clothes, papers, and books than Rodney's. 

A slim laptop sat at Ed's elbow as he pored over his textbook, trying to memorize math theorems and formulae. It was difficult business. He had squandered most of the fall, forcing him to take on a bigger course load for the spring semester in order to ensure he would graduate with his friends. So there was a lot riding on his ability to pass his math final. Or any of his finals, but Ed was having trouble concentrating. Ed wasn't the best of students to begin with, and lately his mind had a tendency to wander away from his studies.

Only a few weeks ago, his mother had called to inform him that she was pregnant. 

In and of itself, this was not earth-shattering news. While Ed's father Richard Richmond was a good twenty years older than his wife Blake, he retained a level of vitality that most sixty-somethings could only envy. And Blake herself, a vivacious, insanely sexy middle-aged woman, was certainly capable of producing more children. 

But the simple truth was that Richard Richmond was not the father of Blake Richmond's next child. Ed Richmond was. 

Not only had Ed fucked the last woman he ever should, his own mother, but he had also planted his seed in her womb, and a new life was growing there. The fact that he was merely eighteen, only weeks from his high school graduation, and in no way ready to be a "father," was really a minor complaint in the grand scheme of things. 

So Ed was studying. Trying desperately to ignore the strange spiral into madness that his life had taken. But he couldn't quite do it. Every time he tried to concentrate, his mind kept drifting back to that spring break just months ago, when his mother had seduced him, and he had gladly, willingly, and joyfully dived into her sensual world of frequent, messy bouts of conjugal bliss. They had fucked three or four times a day, every day, until he had to return to his boarding school. He'd dumped so much potent teenage cum into her womb that whatever birth control she'd claimed to be on had been unequal to the task. 

Ed's father, apparently generally accepting of his wife's frequent infidelity, wanted the child terminated. Blake wished to keep it, to have a second chance at being the mother she had failed to be for Ed himself. She had entreated Ed to assist her in changing Richard's mind. Ed had never been able to influence his father before, or had much of a relationship with him at all, really, but Ed tried his best. Over the phone. With his stomach churning anxiously as every lying word stumbled over his tongue, pretending that he had no idea who the real father was, or cared to know. 

Ed's life was a fucking mess, all things considered. What did a math final really matter, compared to what was going on with his parents and himself? Ed caught himself about to slam his textbook shut and forced himself to focus on it again. 

Unconsciously, Ed pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He pulled up his photos and began to thumb through the sexts his mother had been sending him. The latest one showed her about to take a shower after a run, clad in a tightly packed black sports bra and yoga pants. He felt himself starting to harden while he admired her curves. Lust, guilt, and fear were his constant companions. All too often, lust won the tug-of-war in his heart. Some days it was a near thing, though.

A sudden light knock at his door distracted him. Puzzled, Ed looked at the door for a moment, wondering if he imagined the noise. But it came again, soft but insistent, and at last Ed climbed to his feet and stumbled over to the door. He pulled it open, unprepared for the visitor that awaited him on the other side. 

"Mom?!"

"Surprised?" she said lightly. Ever the show-off, she struck a pose in the hallway, one hand on her right hip, the other in the air. 

Blake Richmond was a woman who exuded sensuality. She had the face of a model and the body of a porn star. High cheekbones, full lips, warm brown eyes, subtly applied but distinctive make-up. Her red-gold bob had grown out, into a tangle of curls that brushed her shoulders 

She wore a black blouse, unbuttoned at the throat, to show a little more than a hint of cleavage. The shirt was loose, but could not hide the high thrust of her full breasts or the little bump of her belly. A large diamond pendant on a gold chain hung from her throat, pointing directly into that cavernous cleavage. She also wore a loose tan skirt that fell to her knees, black hose, and tan three inch heels that gave her lovely legs definition and made her slightly taller than her son. 

Ed had a moment to take her in, and then she was in his arms, all lush curves and roaming hands and full lips pressing against Ed's, her tongue forcing its way down his throat. He staggered back under her onslaught, instinctively wrapping his arms around her. His heart hammered in his chest, thrilled at her closeness, her pulchritude, her brazen femininity. 

But he pushed her away. "What are you doing here?" he said, gasping. 

"Mmmm," Blake purred, her agile pink tongue swiping across her upper lip. She half-turned to close the door and then faced Ed once more, smiling a secret smile, eyes alight with love and lust. "Aren't you happy to see me, Eddie?"

"Yes, of course I am. I'm just surprised. It's not like you've ever visited me at school before."

She frowned. She even managed to make that look pretty. "I know, and I'm sorry about that." The smile returned. "But there's no time like the present to make some changes. Besides, I needed to see my man." 

She moved in closer and kissed him again. "You don't know how much I've missed you baby." Another kiss. "Mommy has been going absolutely crazy without her baby boy's big cock. Phone sex and dirty pictures can only do so much. I need to feel your arms around me, taste your lips, have you inside me where you belong."

Ed's dick, already hard, throbbed happily at his mother's words, delivered in a breathy, sexy whisper in between kisses. 

"Mom," Ed said, trying to push her away, "we can't do anything here. My roommate could be back any minute. And... and... I have studying to do!"

"Edward Orville Richmond!" Blake said sharply. "Don't try to weasel out of this. It's your fault I'm in this state. I'm so fucking horny I can barely think. And you made me swear off any other men - or women. Plus, you put this baby in my belly, and being pregnant just makes me hornier than usual. And I'm usually pretty horny. Don't try to talk your way out of it. You are going to fuck your mother senseless, and that's final."

Hearing Blake use her "mom voice," which almost never happened, just made Ed's cock throb even harder. But the risk of getting caught was too much. The dorm walls were thin, and he knew how much of a screamer his mother was. Plus Rodney or the other guys really could come by at any moment. 

"Mom, I can't, I really can't. This is crazy."

"Do you want me to beg?" Blake said, breathless. She slithered down to the floor, kneeling at her son's feet. "I'm not too proud to beg, baby." Her fingers found the buckle of Ed's belt and fumbled with the clasp. "Mommy needs a good, hard fucking from her baby boy. Mommy needs to feel her son's big, thick, juicy cock sliding deep inside her, reaching places no man has ever touched before. Mommy needs a thick load of your jism soaking into her womb."

The belt came free and the zipper rasped downward. Ed offered no resistance, his will crumbling under his mother's sexual onslaught. With an evil, triumphant smile, Blake tugged Ed's shorts and underwear down to his knees. His big, veiny cock bounced up and bumped against her chin. Precum made the angry head shiny. A dollop appeared at the tip and began to drip downward. Blake caught it with her tongue. 

"Mmm," she moaned. "A tasty morsel." She looked up at him, eyes bright and shining, while his massive erection cast a shadow across her pretty features. The slim fingers of her left hand encircled the base of his cock. "What do you think, baby? Can you help Mommy out?"

Ed growled. He flexed his cock, making it pulse in his mother's hand. A thick pearl of precum jetted out and splattered against her cheek. 

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," she said, as her lips widened to swallow him whole. The thick plum-head of Ed's dick sank into his mother's mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deeper. He skimmed across her undulating tongue and drilled effortlessly into her throat. Her saliva slickened his length, and her mouth was hot around his fevered flesh.

Ed stood over her, watching her nose sink into the neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair at the base of his cock. His mother apparently had no gag reflex at all, a fact that never ceased to amaze him. He suppressed a groan, but his cock throbbed hungrily in her mouth, sending jets of precum directly down her throat. Blake began to hum, while also sliding her head backward and forward, slowly fucking her son's cock with her lips and mouth.

Ed gripped Blake's shoulders with his hands. He wanted to thread his fingers through her hair and really fuck her face, but he tried that once, and she hadn't enjoyed it. But whatever she did with her mouth was always amazing, so it didn't bother him. 

The only sounds in the room were Ed's ragged breathing and the schlucking and slurping noises from Blake as she sucked on her son's mighty prick. Ed looked at the closed door, wondering if Rodney would be returning to their room soon, whether he and his mother would be caught in the act. The thought was strangely exciting, causing Ed's cock to throb hungrily in Blake's mouth. 

He looked down into her eyes and saw them crinkling at the edges. She couldn't smile with her mouth stretched wide by his girth, but she was clearly enjoying this, almost as much as Ed himself. He found himself grinning, and flexed his cock in her gullet. Blake made an odd sound and then slid her mouth completely off.

Blake licked her full lips, stained with precum. "Looks like the pump is primed," she said. "Time to pump Mommy." 

She rose to her full height, unzipped her skirt, let it fall, and stepped out of it. What Ed had assumed to be black pantyhose turned out to be thigh-high stockings with a flowery edging. Blake had powerful, smooth legs, bronzed and lovely, and as she turned, she revealed a black thong that left her tight, gorgeous backside fully exposed. She looked over her shoulder with a sexy smile as she yanked her thong down her legs and kicked it free. 

She bent at the waist, laying head and elbows on top of the lower bunk. That bed happened to be Rodney's, which somehow made the whole scene even dirtier. But Ed barely noticed, only having eyes for the engorged pink lips between his mother's legs, shining with her own fluids and begging to be fucked. 

Ed stepped behind her, kicking his legs free of his own clothes. He cupped the globes of Blake's ass, giving them a squeeze that elicited a moan and a wiggle from his mother. His hands slid up under the tails of her blouse and wrapped around her waist. He adjusted her angle, and she spread her legs wider, bending at the knee slightly. As she did, Ed felt a warm wetness nudge against his cockhead. 

Blake freed an arm and reached beneath her to grasp at Ed's pulsing cock. She fitted the plum-head into her slot, spreading her lips wide to accept him. "Oh God, baby, fuck Mommy good and hard."

With an insolent grin, Ed hitched his hips forward. He sank into his mother's depths with one smooth thrust that threw her against the bed. She screamed into the bedcovers and mattress, trying to muffle her expression of ecstasy. 

Ed stood still for a moment, savoring the feel of his mother's boiling hot cunt. It was like coming home. He had missed this, more than he realized. Whatever else was going on in his head, whatever else was going wrong in his life, this at least felt right. Even if it shouldn't.

Ed began to fuck his mother with slow, even strokes. His cock plunged repeatedly into her heated depths, stirring her liquid insides. Her gorgeous, plump ass rippled with each impact, eliciting a moan from Blake. 

Her voice, muffled by the bedsheets and mattress, still carried in the confines of the small dorm room. "Oh, Eddie! Fuck that big cock into Mommy! I've needed this so badly! I've missed having my pussy hammered by my baby! A little faster, Eddie, Mommy's getting close!"

She really did need it badly, if she was so close already. Although, Blake never had a problem getting off. Something to do with Kegel exercises, Ed sort of recalled. She could be set off like a string of firecrackers sometimes. 

Ed grunted and picked up the pace as requested. He gripped his mother's wide hips and slammed his pelvis forward again and again, his thick pulsing cock driving deeper and deeper with each rapid thrust. Ed admired his mother's curving backside as he bounced against it. He wished he could see her tits, but her ass was almost as perfect as her rack. 

Suddenly Blake was cumming, hard. Her cunt walls tightened around Ed's shaft and her fluids boiled over, soaking into his heated flesh, inundating his thighs and cockfur. Ed didn't slow, but continued his relentless pounding. Blake writhed beneath him, moaning and shuddering. She stretched her hands out claw-like and gripped the sheets of Rodney's bed as her hips shook and shivered. 

Was she still cumming, or cumming again? Ed couldn't tell. As the sweat dripped from his forehead he grinned savagely. If his mother needed a good fucking, he was going to give it to her. He started moving faster, thrusting harder, and he felt her respond. Blake's hips moved to her son's rhythm, while she buried her head and moaned obscenities into the sheets. 

All too soon he felt the tightness building at the base of his cock, spurred on by the slick tightness of his mother's convulsing pussy. He gripped Blake's hips tightly and hammered his cock into her with increasing frenzy, until he seized up, buried deep into her weeping cunt, his cock expanding. He exploded into his mother's molten core, thick ribbons of pearly white jism spiraling out from his cockhead with each pulsing throb. Blake shook and shuddered with as each viscous wad impacted against her insides. She started moaning low, almost keening, as her son emptied his testes inside her. 

Both of them gasping, shaking, suddenly weak and sated, collapsed into one another on the lower bunk. Ed's final few salvos fired deep in his mother's pussy as he fought to catch his breath. 

They lay there in a heap for long moments until Ed struggled to his feet. He pulled himself free from Blake's clutching pussy with a wet schlucking sound. Blake slithered onto her knees and turned, a blissful, relaxed look on her beautiful features. 

She reached out and took hold of Ed's softening cock at its thick base. Immediately he began to stiffen again. Blake leaned forward and sucked the sensitive head between her lips, slurping off their combined juices and swallowing noisily. Ed gasped at her touch, shivering at the delicate solicitude of Blake's lips and tongue as she cleaned him. 

Slowly his length sank between her lips once more. But she worked softly now, without urgency, simply tasting them together. When her nose was buried in his sparse thatch, matted with their fluids, she slowly retreated, leaving him hard as steel once more, now coated with saliva instead of coital juices. 

"Oh God," Blake said with a shiver, "we taste so good together, baby." She stood on shaky legs and cast about looking for her thong, even as semen leaked down her sleek thighs. 

Ed spotted his mother's underwear and bent down to grab them, earning a grateful smile from her as he handed them to her. He was still hard, his long, thick member swinging heavily between his legs as his mother slid her thong back up her legs to cup her ravaged pussy. The gusset immediately soaked through, unequal to the task of containing the prodigious load Ed had deposited within her. 

"I feel so much better," Blake said, reaching for her skirt. "How are you?"

Ed laughed. "Yeah, actually." All of the tension that had been building inside him over the last few months seemed to have drained away. He felt relaxed and clear-headed for the first time in ages. "I'm feeling pretty good."

Blake kissed him lightly on the lips. He tasted their fluids, but didn't flinch, even when her tongue slipped out and teased his own. "Thank you, baby," Blake said, looking him in the eyes. "I really, really needed that."

She slid her skirt back up and zipped it. Ed looked at her dubiously, still naked from the waist down, still throbbing and stiff. "Put that thing away," she said with a sultry laugh. "We've pushed our luck far enough already, but if you keep waving that big beautiful hunk of meat in my face, I'm going to have to tempt fate once or twice more."

With a nervous laugh, Ed found his clothes and put himself back together. "So that wasn't it, then? You didn't just drop by for a booty call?"

Blake looked at him seriously. "Of course not, baby. You don't really think that, do you?" She adjusted her bra and breasts beneath her blouse, which did nothing for Ed's erection. "You're going to graduate in two weeks. I just came out early, a little ahead of schedule, so we could spend some time together."

"Really? That means you're coming to the graduation?"

"Of course I am," Blake said, reaching out and cupping his cheek. "What kind of mother do you think am?"

"Well, it would be the first event of mine you'd be present for," he said glibly. Instantly he realized it was the last thing he should have said.

Blake's face fell. Tears actually formed at the corners of her eyes. "Hormones," she muttered. Louder, she said, "I know, baby, but things are different now." She paused. "It is alright that I'm there, isn't it?"

"Of course, Mom," Ed said quickly. He stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close, enjoying the feel of her large breasts against his chest. "I want you there more than anything in the world."

"Thank you, Ed," Blake said softly, her voice filled with emotion. She pulled back and wiped at her eyes with the heel of her hand, smearing makeup. "I used to be so good at keeping my emotions in check," she said, smiling through her tears. 

She stepped back and brought her hands together. "So," she said, "I'm taking you to dinner tonight. Wear something nice. I'll be back around 5:00. Just be ready and waiting outside your dorm building."

Ed looked at her, nonplussed. "That's it? Just wham-bam and off you go?"

Blake poked a finger in his chest. "I believe you have a math final tomorrow, and math isn't exactly your best subject. You need to study." She gave him a sexy grin, while bringing her finger up to flick his chin. "So we can fool around later, okay?"

"Okay, Mom," Ed said. He grabbed her again for another embrace and another deep, soul-stirring kiss. 

*




Idle Rich: Booty Call



Ed's friends only ribbed him a little when he informed him his mom was in town and taking him out to dinner. He didn't care. A lot of the doubts and second guesses and guilt that had been plaguing him of late had evaporated following their quick fuck session, and he was in too far good a mood to let his stupid friends bother him. 

He stood outside his dorm in a blue shirt, khakis, and boat shoes waiting for his mother. He checked and rechecked his phone a dozen times while he waited, entirely unsurprised at her lateness. At approximately 5:22, just as he was about to call her, a long low red convertible with the top down pulled up with his mother at the wheel. 

She was wearing a red dress, dark sunglasses, and a white wrapping around her head. Another wrap, as red as her dress, draped around her shoulders. Her full lips were the same vivid cherry as the car. 

Skip and Rodney came down the steps just as Ed climbed into the convertible. Ed got a kick out of their slackjawed expressions as Blake pulled away and drove the car off of the Sorenson Academy grounds, heading into town. 

"It's so nice to be out and doing something again," Blake said with a laugh. 

Ed looked at her, puzzled. His mother was always busy with one thing or another while he was growing up. "What do you mean?"

Blake waved one hand in the air. "Oh, you know, I've become quite a homebody. You asked me to be faithful, but I've never been very good at resisting temptation, so I had to curtail a lot of my extracurricular activities. And hire a whole lot of new people."

"New people?" 

Blake nodded, eyes inscrutable behind her glasses, but a wide smile on her lips. "I needed a new physical trainer, tennis instructor, gardner, pool crew, masseuse, stablehands, and boat crew. I hired unattractive gay men and straight women to replace the gorgeous, fuckable folks I used to spend my time with. I don't go out dancing on the weekends with the girls from the club, either. Salvatore and Amelie are getting sick of me. And your father is annoyed that I won't fuck any of his friends anymore."

Ed paled during her recital. "Is there anyone in our town that you haven't had sex with, Mom?"

Blake laughed again, but it wasn't her bright and cheerful laugh, but rather something self-deprecating and low. "You don't go in for that slut-shaming thing, do you Edward?"

"No," Ed said hastily. "I don't. It's just that, I don't know. I've been with a handful of girls. I feel like a kid around you half the time already, but how do I compete with all those people?"

Now Blake really laughed, loud and bright, but not at him, Ed could sense. "You really are a darling boy," she said, still chuckling. "You have nothing to worry about, Eddie. I gave them all up because of you. For you.

"And," she added, turning slightly and smiling wickedly, "if you're feeling a little intimidated, just remember that that you turned a serial cheater into a monogamous woman. And that you have at your beck and call a woman of considerable experience who has a voracious sexual appetite."

Ed felt some of his defenses lowering. He allowed himself to relax a little bit, settling into the car seat. He saw that they were just pulling into the parking lot of a restaurant, a swanky high end French place. 

"Voracious, I know," he said at last. "But 'beck and call'?"

Blake chuckled, parking the car. She pulled her sunglasses low, brown eyes twinkling over the rim. "Yes," she said simply. She slid the glasses back into place. "But don't get any ideas just yet, baby. This is an open top car in a public parking lot during the start of the dinner rush. I'm a slut and a bit of an exhibitionist, but even I have standards."

Blake glided out of the car, grabbing a white handbag and dropping the keys into it. Ed followed, admiring the curves of his mother in the little red dress, which left a great deal of leg exposed and emphasized the plump roundness of her backside. The wrap on her shoulders hid her chest, but as it rustled with her movements, he caught a glimpse of her rounded belly. A little baby bump, which brought reality back to Ed in a crushing wave. 

Ed stumbled a bit as he followed his mother's swaying hips into the restaurant. She appeared not to notice, sweeping her sunglasses off and tucking them into her bag while she waited for Ed to open the door. 

The maître d welcomed them in French, and surprisingly, Blake responded in kind. They chattered rapid fire in French, Ed getting barely a word, and he watched bewildered as they chuckled like old friends. Soon, the maître d guided them through the restaurant, towards the back and a private table in a semi-secluded area. 

Blake and the maître d shared another laugh, Blake going so far as to touch him on the arm, and then he departed, leaving Ed and his mother to sit down and survey the menus. 

Blake shrugged out of her wrap, revealing bare shoulders and a scalloped neck that left the top halves of her tits exposed and bunched up like two delectable scoops of bronzed, perfect flesh. Ed felt an almost immediate hardening in his pants as his eyes were drawn magnetically to the dark line of cleavage between his mother's bulging breasts. He felt the sudden need to bury his face between them and lick every square inch.

"Your mind is wandering," Blake admonished gently. 

Ed forced his eyes northward and found his mother smiling at him indulgently. He found his voice. "When did you learn French?" Ed asked. But what he really wanted to say was "Nice tits, Mom." 

"I do have hobbies, Edward dear," Blake said. "You don't suppose I spend all my time lounging around and having sex with an endless array of partners, do you?"

"No," Ed said quickly. "Of course not. I guess I, well, I don't really know you at all, really. I know we're great together, but beyond that, you're quite a mystery, Mom."

"A mystery?" Blake echoed. "I kind of like the sound of that." She smiled and lazily winked. But she reached out and took Ed's hand. "Seriously, baby, you can ask me anything. What do you want to know?"

At this point the waitress appeared to introduce herself and take drink orders. Ed was relieved when his mother just asked for water. She said she hadn't been drinking, but Ed never knew with her. He was still getting used to being treated with honesty and respect from her, which might not have been fair, but it was not how his childhood had prepared him to expect her to act.

Blake perused the menu. "So, you've had a moment to think. Questions?"

"I don't know," Ed finally said. "There's so much I don't know about you." Which was weird, but sadly true. "Why don't you just tell me something about yourself."

"Hmmm," Blake said. She paused as the waitress reappeared with bread and drinks, and after a questioning look in Ed's direction, Blake ordered for both of them. In French. 

"Did you know that I ran away from home when I was sixteen?" Blake said when the waitress left. "I lived in a very dull suburb of Louisville. My mother died when I was little, and when I was eleven my father remarried, to this horrible woman who treated me like dirt and doted on her piece of shit offspring who was three years younger than me. My father never stood up for me, and deferred to his harpy wife in all things. Finally I got fed up and broke out on my own."

"Wow." It was all Ed could say. There was so much to unpack from Blake's little speech, not least of all that he had a grandfather somewhere, or did at one point. "Is your father still alive?"

"I don't know, and I don't honestly care. I like to think my life actually began at sixteen. Like a butterfly escaping from its chrysalis or something." Blake laughed, a bit nervously this time, and looked at Ed as if she expected him to laugh at her. 

"Was it really that bad?" he said instead. 

"You have no idea," Blake said with a shake of her head. "And I hope you never do." She reached out and took Ed's hand in her own. "I know I've been a terrible mother to you, Eddie. Not enough attention when you were little, and far too much attention now, but I hope you know that I have always had your back, in all things. Even if I wasn't around to say it or really show it."

"Thanks, Mom," Ed said, squeezing her hand. And then, sort of blurting it out, he said, "I love you."

Blake's eyes grew shiny. Hormones, probably. But she leaned across the table and kissed him passionately on the lips. "I love you too, baby. More than is probably healthy."

*

They talked and joked and cuddled a bit for the rest of the dinner. For Ed, it was a lot like a date. Like a first date. He had been fiercely intimate with this woman, a woman he had known all his life, a woman who was carrying his illegitimate child, and yet this was the first time they had really gone out in public together. It felt nice. It felt right. 

As the time passed, and with each lingering caress or throaty giggle, he felt his insecurities and concerns and second guesses begin to ebb. Blake was throwing it all out there. No more emotional distance, no more half-truths or apparent lies. She was fully present with him. Ed felt his heart swelling in his chest. 

After dinner, Blake suggested dessert. "Where can you get good ice cream in this one horse town?" she asked as they walked to the car, arm in arm. 

Ed shook his head. "That's not what I was thinking of for dessert. I want my favorite dessert tonight."

"Oh, and what's that?" Blake asked with a broad smile and a twinkle in her eyes. 

"You," Ed said and kissed her. Right there in the parking lot, where anyone could see. Her arms came up to hold him almost instinctively, and her lush body folded into him as he tasted her lips and tongue and heard her moan in delight. 

"You say the sweetest things," Blake said with a throaty chuckle when they broke away. "Get in the car, Romeo."

*

Blake's hotel "room" turned out to be a swanky, lushly appointed suite with a walk-in bath, hot tub, and mini-kitchen. A small patio looked down ten flights to the pool below. The main room had comfortable chairs, a huge plush sofa, and a 72" television.  

Ed hardly noticed any of the amenities. As soon as they were through the door and Blake threw her keys and handbag on the little table near it, he grabbed his mother, spun her around and kissed her fiercely. His hands roamed freely over her curves, coming to rest on her full, springy ass. He cupped and squeezed each perfect globe. 

Blake reacted enthusiastically, thrusting her hips into Ed's thigh and shoving her tongue down his throat. She caressed his strong arms and powerful shoulders. Backing away slowly, never loosing her hold, she led him into the suite.

Deftly, Blake turned her son and gently pushed him backward. His calves hit the edge of the sofa and he sat down with a thump. Blake stood over him for a moment, tugging off her wrap and throwing it to the floor, revealing again her massive tits barely constrained by the bodice of her red dress. She hiked her skirt up over her hips and climbed onto the sofa, straddling her son. He grabbed her waist to steady her, while her hands found his shoulders. 

Blake leaned down to kiss him, her red gold curls brushing his cheeks. 

Ed's cock was an iron bar in his trousers, threatening to burst free. 

Suddenly Blake sat back, a look of uncertainty on her face.

"What is it?" Ed asked. 

Blake looked at him for long moments, obviously struggling to say something. Finally, she slid off of Ed's lap and stood up. "I want to talk to you about something. But I don't know how." Even with her serious expression, the flush in her cheeks and the wildness of her hair made her look damn sexy. 

Still, Ed swallowed. Sudden butterflies erupted in his stomach. He could guess what she wanted to talk about. 

"The thing is," Blake continued, "if I talk to you before we have sex, you'll think I'm withholding sex in order to get your answer. But if we have sex first, you'll think I just fucked you in order to influence you. Either way, I'm going to look manipulative."

"Mom," Ed said, suddenly exasperated, "just sit down. Stop babbling, and talk to me."

Blake blew air through her teeth, nodded, and plopped down on the couch next to her son. Her big, heavy tits bounced enticingly with her movements. Ed forced himself to focus on his mother's expression, which looked more than slightly distressed. 

"So," Blake said. She paused, looked away, and looked back at Ed with her palms on her knees. "Richard is talking about a divorce."

"What?"

"Let me finish." Blake took a deep breath. "He doesn't want to raise the baby. He doesn't want me to raise the baby. He says if I go ahead and keep it, he's going to throw me out of the house."

"Mom, I can-"

"There was a pre-nup, so I won't get anything from him. I have... a bit of a nest egg from when I was single, something I socked away a long time ago as a precaution. It's grown pretty well, and I'll be okay on my own for a little while until I can figure things out. 

"But." Blake took a deep breath and looked away again. This time she didn't look back at Ed. He was surprised to see her trembling. "I'm not sure I can do this alone. I'm scared, Ed. I'm already past the point at which an, an, an abortion would be a simple procedure. If I wait too much longer, it could be too late."

She turned back to him finally. There were tears glistening in her eyes, but her voice remained strong. "So, I know I asked you already a few weeks ago, whether you would be able to stand by me and be supportive. But whatever you said to your father didn't work. So now I have to ask you an impossible question. Will you stand by me and the baby when your father divorces me?"

Ed opened his mouth, but Blake put a hand up to forestall him. "Don't answer right away. Think about this. It could mean your future as well. Richard might disown you."

Ed listened to his mother. He let himself think for a moment. But only a moment, and only because she told him to do so. He shook his head. "Mom," he said. "It doesn't matter. I would pick you and the baby always. I don't really have to think about it."

The glistening turned to tears that began to roll down Blake's cheeks. "You should, baby. You don't know what it's like to be poor. I do."

"Maybe I don't, Mom. But I do know what it's like to be unloved. And I won't go back to that feeling ever again."

Then she was in his arms, half-laughing and half-sobbing. "You were never unloved, baby, I was just a bad mom."

"I wasn't talking about you," he said. "You need me, Mom, and I need you. I'll just get a job or something. People do it all the time, with or without their fathers getting the job for them."

"You'll go to college first," Blake said into his shoulder as she continued to dampen it. 

"Not if-" Ed started to say, but once more Blake cut him off.

"You're going to college first," she repeated and hugged him tighter. 

"Ok, Mom," Ed said with a knowing sigh. 

They held one another, not speaking, just taking strength from the other's touch. Ed's boner, which had flagged long ago, found new strength as his mother's huge tits pressed against his chest. 

"So, uh, Mom, about that sex," he said, which elicited a laugh from her that turned into a snort. 

"An excellent idea," she said. She pulled away slightly. "But let me get cleaned up first. Go into the bedroom and get undressed. I'll be there shortly."

Ed watched his mother climb to her feet and head to the bathroom. She gave her hips an extra wiggle, which elicited a low whistle from head. She looked over her shoulder at him with a saucy wink. Ed thought she had never looked sexier. But then he thought that almost every time he looked at her.

He hurried into the bedroom, pulled the curtains, turned on the bedside lamps, and turned down the comforter. Still Blake did not appear. So he divested himself of every article of clothing, threw his phone and keys on the nightstand, and climbed onto the king-sized mattress. The sheets were soft and cool against his skin, raising goosebumps across his body. 

He glanced at the clock on the dresser, and wondered whether he could stay the night without drawing any undue attention to himself. What would people think if he stumbled back to Sorenson at eight in the morning clad in the rumpled clothes he wore the night before? They almost certainly wouldn't draw the correct conclusion, but still, that would be odd behavior. 

Ed settled into the middle of the bed, leaning against the pillows, while he contemplated the problem. 

And then she stood silhouetted in the bedroom door. 

Blake had redone her make-up, making it sluttier and more pronounced, but still artfully done, emphasizing her natural beauty and the warmth of her eyes. She had shucked off the dress and now stood clad only in red lace bra and tiny panties, although she had left her heels on to give her gorgeous, long tanned legs further definition. 

As she leaned against the doorframe, posing salaciously, Ed admired his mother's fabulous body. She was fit and trim for a woman of forty-two, with flawless skin despite her all-over tan, and a smooth, feminine musculature that defied reason. Blake seemed to gain weight in only a few places, mostly in her chest and her butt, and of course there was a new bulge at her mid-section that had nothing to do with diet or exercise. 

Blake's tits were huge, practically spilling out of her bra, as though she had deliberately worn one smaller than was sensible. Scoops of delicious breast-flesh bulged up over the cups, squeezing together to make an acre of cleavage that Ed just wanted to dive into and never surface. Her narrow waist had widened slightly, thanks to the rounded bulge of her pregnant tummy, but it still declined down to a wide set of hips that met smooth powerful thighs. 

Ed's cock thickened and lengthened between his own legs, climbing up into a tower of iron-hard flesh as he beheld the gorgeous creature he called mother.

With another of her trademark sexy smirks pulling at her full lips, Blake swayed into the room. Her big tits shook within their carmine prison with every step. Ed's mouth actually dropped open. 

"Does baby like Mommy's new titties?" Blake said sweetly as she approached the bed. She cupped them in her hands, which looked tiny against the red bra cups. She lifted her tits up and let them drop onto her chest, jiggling and shaking hypnotically. 

Ed thought his brain might shoot out his dick, but he still shot her a questioning look, suddenly confused. His mother's breasts certainly looked real, and they were always big enough. Why would she make them bigger?

Blake rolled her eyes at his expression. "Pregnancy does a lot of weird things to a lady's body, Eddie," she explained patiently. "I was always top heavy, but I think I grew almost two cup sizes because of you. I didn't think a second baby would change things that much, but I'm already swelling in anticipation. I'm going to need a whole new wardrobe soon."

Ed nodded in understanding, his mind now awhirl with the idea that his mother's already massive breasts would be getting bigger. 

Blake climbed onto the bed and crawled on hands and knees towards her son. Those big tits hung beneath her and swayed enticingly. He could see the peaks where her hardened nipples dented the fabric. He hissed as she dragged her cleavage across his rampant cock, their plush weight pushing his cock flat against his belly while her bra scraped across his sensitive flesh. 

And then his cock snapped up against her rounded belly, leaving a trail of precum on her skin as she climbed across him. She came to a stop, straddling him, her thighs across his, his proud tower of flesh nudging against her panty-clad pussy. Ed's hands settled themselves on her hips, while Blake planted her own on his shoulders. 




Idle Rich: Booty Call



She looked down at her son over her tits and smiled. "You are an adorable young man," she said. She leaned down and kissed him lightly. "And I want you to know, no matter what the future might bring, that I love you. I love you very much." She kissed him again, more forcefully this time. 

They broke apart, each gasping. Ed began to unconsciously lift his hips, raising Blake up and down slightly. "It took me a long time to find you," she continued, "but I think you may be the love of my life."

"Mom, I-"

She shushed him with a finger to his lips, then replaced it with her own lips and tongue. 

Ed's hands slid up his mother's flanks and caressed her bra clad tits. Blake moaned into his mouth. His hands moved almost of their own accord to her back and found the hooks of her bra. He fumbled with them for a few moments, not having much experience with the device, but at last managed to release each hook. He reached up to pull the straps of her bra down her arms. Blake stopped kissing him long enough to lean backwards, but her hands came up to catch the cups before Ed could peal them away. 

"Are you ready, baby?" she whispered. She gave her hips a little thrust, pushing her lust-dampened panties against his throbbing member. "Ready to see Mommy's big titties, all swollen from the baby you put in her?"

Ed groaned. His cock throbbed. A spray of precum splattered across his mother's belly. 

With a sultry smile, Blake pulled her bra off and tossed it aside. Her big pendulous, burnished bronze tits bounced on her chest, dusky nipples engorged with lust and need. They were definitely larger, drooping slightly from weight rather than age, heavy and soft and flawless and begging to be squeezed. 

Blake cupped her right breast, flicked the nipple with her thumb, and leaned forward. "Looks like you like them, baby. Have a taste."

Ed leaned forward, eyes wide, cock throbbing. "Do you have milk?" he asked in wonder.

Blake answered as Ed fastened his lips around her distended nipple. "Not-ah-yet. Why, baby, does that excite you? Do you like the idea of sucking milk from Mommy's titties ah-again?" she asked with a gasp. 

Ed looked up from her saliva soaked nipple into his mother's beautiful face. "Would it be weird if I said 'yes'?"

Blake caressed his cheek with two fingers. "Not at all. I find it kind of hot myself." She leaned down and kissed him, plush lips against his, and ground her pelvis into him. 

Ed palmed a breast, her hard nipple scraping against his palm, soft plush breast flesh between his fingers. He found a nipple with his mouth, kissing and sucking and nibbling, imagining that he was taking in her milk. He released her breasts momentarily and buried his face between them, kissing her sternum as his hands pressed her full tits against his face. 

He licked his way up to her throat, nibbled her ear, and kissed her on the lips again, feasting on his mother as if he were a famished man. In a sense, he was. He had abstained as his mother had, although for him it had been less of a sacrifice. Still, there were girls at Sorensen with more than a passing interest in Ed. But they couldn't hold a candle to the raging inferno that was his mother. 

Ed shifted, picked his mother up, and threw her onto the bed beside him. She giggled like a teenager as her heavy breasts shook on her chest. "So strong, baby!" she cooed. 

Ed sat up and slid downward on the bed. He reached for his mother's hips with a growl and began to tug her panties free. Blake lifted her ass to assist, laughing in delight at the lustful expression on her son's face. With lust-crazed alacrity, Ed yanked her panties down her legs, off her feet, and threw them aside. 

Blake spread her legs wide and reached back to grab the headboard. 

Ed looked down at her wet pink pussy, with her flushed, glistening lips, and the narrow strip of fur on her mound, already matted by her own fluids. Ed licked his own lips and looked up at his mother, catching her eyes. There was adoration there, and love, but her eyes were so suffused with carnal lust that he doubted anyone else would have recognized the expression as anything but naked need. 

Ed shimmied further down on the bed and looped his arms under Blake's thighs. He kissed his way up her left thigh, loving how her muscles bunched and jumped at his slightest touch. He blew warm breath across her labia and smiled as Blake gasped and shivered. He looked up past that bump of her belly at her heaving breasts, and the wide brown eyes in her youthful face. So open, so trusting. 

Ed kissed his way down her right thigh, pausing at the dimple of her knee, and then dragged his tongue back up her leg, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. 

He looked up again, into the lust-contorted face between those mountainous tits. "Can I have my dessert now, Mommy?" he said sweetly.

Blake's response was to grab the back of his head and shove his face into her weeping pussy. "Oh just eat me, you silly boy!" The last word rose an octave as Ed's tongue parted her labial curtains and dove into her pussy, sweeping and lashing and licking across her sensitive pink flesh. Blake moaned in appreciation, her hips jerking slightly, pushing her delicious mound into her son's face as he lapped up her cunt-honey. 

Ed gripped her thighs, her skin whitening under the pressure of his grip, as he devoured her. Her little nubbin peeked out of its hood and he teased it with short puffs of air before attacking it with the tip of his tongue. Blake's golden thighs closed in around his head while her fluids slickened her son's cheeks and chin. 

He closed his lips over her clit and sucked lightly. Blake howled. He sucked harder. She shook beneath him. He somehow managed to wedge his right hand under his chin and shoved two fingers into her heated depths. While he sucked and licked her clit, he opened and closed his fingers in a scissor movement, and felt her inner muscles contract around him. 

It only took a few moments for her to climax, but the explosion carried on for what seemed like minutes. Ed did not flag in his ministrations, and the harder she clutched the back of his head and the more forcefully she jammed her soaked pussy into his face, the harder he worked. Her moan became a wail became a keening the echoed in the hotel room. 

Until at last she pushed him away, too sensitive to take any more of her son's carnal assault. As Ed retreated, licking his lips, he watched Blake shiver and shake with aftershocks, or perhaps a continual climax. Her movements did marvelous things to her exaggerated anatomy. 

When she could breathe again, Blake's voice was low and raspy. "Jesus Christ, baby. That was magnificent. No other word. For what you just did. Haven't felt anything like that. Since you were home."

Ed wiped his chin with the back of his hand, grinning with the pride of a man who has just thoroughly pleased his woman. 

He clambered up and over her while she caught her breath. The big plum-head head of his cock, dripping precum, nudged against her pregnant belly, then slid across it, leaving another slimy trail across her tanned skin. He leaned down to kiss her, and she caught his face by the cheeks with both hands and licked her own fluids from him, before letting him settle his lips on hers and drive his tongue between them. 

She purred beneath him. "That was good baby, so good. But now I need my baby's cock inside me. You ready, Eddie? Ready to fuck Mommy again?"

"Always," Ed said. He pulled his hips back, and Blake reached down between them to grasp his rampant erection in both slim-fingered hands. 

"So hard and so big," Blake muttered as she slotted the broad head of his dick against her nether-lips. Her engorged labia parted like a curtain and then he was inside. Ed braced himself against the headboard as Blake had done and slammed his hips forward, shearing through her hot wet sheathe and hammering home.

"So deep," Ed grunted. He looked his mother in the eyes as he began to fuck her in earnest, hips moving in a quick hammering motion that drove his huge dick into her with measured speed and power. His pubis mashed against her exposed clitoris each time his cock bottomed out inside her, and Blake's breath began to hitch almost immediately. 

Her silky thighs wrapped around his waist and her calves pressed against his muscular ass, urging him on. Blake snaked her arms around her son's broad shoulders and pulled him to her swaying breasts, laid out across her chest but too large and springy to truly flatten. Her nipples scraped against his chest. He loved the way her soft, plush breasts bounced with his every thrust. 

His mother's hips moved with him, meeting him stroke for stroke, even as she began to have her second orgasm of the night. Blake threw her head back and cried out as her son continued to plunder her pussy. His thickness, after so many months of inactivity, felt like it was stretching her as never before. 

His mother's heat, her moisture, her passion, swallowed Ed whole. He loved this. He loved being with her like this, being inside her. Driving her and himself to heights of ecstasy he had never known without her and which he suspected, or more hoped, she had never experienced without him. 

Ed's thick cock throbbed in his mother's hot depths, soaked by her coital fluids. The trimmed thatch of pubic hair at the base of his cock was already soaked as he pressed himself against her. He could feel her little button flatten against him on each downstroke, and knew she would be coming again soon. His testicles, swollen with need, bounced against her perfect ass with every thrust. 

He watched droplets of sweat fall from his brow onto the tops of her breasts, and admired how her hair stuck to her own sweaty forehead. Her mascara was running, giving her eyes a smoky, sexy look that he loved. 

"Love you Eddie," Blake said, finding her voice again. She was on the precipice of another thunderous climax, and she wanted her son to join her. "Love my son's cock inside me, deep in me, fucking Mommy, so good." She was practically babbling now. "Want to feel your cum, baby. Want you cumming in Mommy, fill me up, empty your big balls into Mommy's pussy, oh Jesus - oh God - oh fuuuuuuccck!" She trailed off into incoherence as her orgasm overtook her. She shook and shivered beneath Ed. Her legs tightened around him, pulling him in deep.

Ed felt like his cockhead was flattening against his mother's cervix, he was so deep, and the way her sugar walls contracted and caressed his every inch drove him mad. He felt the charge building at the base of his cock. He withdrew one more time and slammed home, deep as he could, and emptied himself inside his mother. 

Ed's cock swelled and throbbed and pulsed. Thick ropes of semen-rich goo splattered Blake's insides, painting her white. Ed hitched his hips slightly as each spurt traveled up his cumtube and erupted out of his spasming cock, prolonging his pleasure and intensifying his mother's unabated orgasm each time. He felt his balls tighten like fists, and grunted as each contraction sent another voluminous eruption of jism into Blake. 

Ed collapsed on his mother, gasping. Their crotches squelched together wetly, eliciting laughter from them both. Ed found his mother's lips and kissed her lightly. He made as if to roll off of her, but she tightened her grip. 

"Don't go," she whispered. "Let me hold you a little longer." Ed nuzzled into her neck and relaxed. 

After a while, Blake shifted underneath him, and Ed levered himself up and off of her. His softened dick slid out of her pussy with a wet sound. "Sorry," Ed said, as he lay by her side. 

Blake shook her head. "Nothing wrong being filled to the brim with my son's sperm," she said with a nasty giggle. "Sometimes... sometimes it scares me how right this all feels." 

"It doesn't make much sense," Ed agreed. "Maybe you need to hire an ugly gay therapist to work this out."

She swatted his chest playfully, then curled her fingers in his chest hair. The smile on her full lips slowly died. "And you don't need therapy?" 

"Not really. I think we know what my problem is. An out of control Oedipus Complex."

"And how do we get control of it?"

"Why would I want to get control of it?"

Blake smiled again, a little sadly this time. Ed wrapped his arms around her. "What's wrong?"

"Sometimes I feel guilty. Like I've ruined your life. And selfish, because I feel like mine has improved immeasurably, but at the cost of yours."

"I'm not going to say this doesn't scare me, Mom. Because it does. A lot. But, I don't know. I've been stewing at school the last few months without you and slowly going crazy. Now that I have you in my arms again, I feel good. I feel happy."

Blake brightened and kissed him again, eyes closing demurely as her lips pressed passionately against his. 

She pulled away and kissed his chin. Then his neck. With her hands she eased him back against the bed, as she rose up and began to work her way down his chest. She teased his nipples with her lips and tongue. She licked her way down to his belly button. 

By the time she reached his cock, he was half hard already, and gradually stiffening. "Mmmm," she cooed. "You always get so hard, so fast. Even after dumping buckets of cum inside me." Blake licked her lips. "I think it's time for my dessert, baby."

She cooed, eyeing his hardening cock. "I'm in the mood for something hot and creamy," she said with a sexy smile.

Blake shifted on the bed and tucked locks of red-gold hair behind her ear. Gripping Ed's cock by the base, she levered it up and away from his belly and kissed the spongy plum-head, still slick from their combined juices. She pressed her lips against it, mewling slightly, and slowly sucked the angry purple knob between her plush lips. 

Blake's cheeks hollowed slightly as she sucked and slurped. Ed felt her agile tongue lashing all along his sensitive cockhead. He shivered in anticipation. Blake looked up into his eyes. The corners of her mouth quirked up in an approximation of a smile, full as she was with her son's cock. 

Blake slowly swallowed more of his cock, her lips gliding along his cum-slickened length. First she slid another inch into her mouth, letting his precum squirt across her tongue, then slid back to tease the head. Then two inches, and back again. Ed threw his head against the pillows and groaned, enjoying the teasing ecstasy, and his mother's obvious desire to draw things out. 

It took long minutes of slow sucking, greased by Blake's saliva and Ed's precum, for her to work far enough that his cockhead butted against the opening to her throat. She slurped her way back up to the head, took a deep breath with flaring nostrils, and plunged downward. 

No more teasing. Blake buried her nose in Ed's pubic thatch. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, even as her throat bulged with the thickness of her son's cock. Ed felt her tight, slick throat close around his cock and cried out. That she could deep throat him never ceased to amaze him. 

Blake made a gagging, schlucking sound and slurped her way back up to the head, leaving bubbles of saliva mixed with precum all along Ed's rampant length. Her eyes squinted in a smile before she swallowed him whole once again. Her head began to bob, slowly but insistently fucking her face and throat onto his raging member. Her full lips tightened around the girth of his cock every time he bottomed out, deep in her throat. 

Cheeks flushed, eyes bright, breath labored, Blake sucked off her son. Ed reached down to adjust her hair, tucking it behind her ear once more so he could admire the way his dick sank between her lips, and how sexy and gorgeous she looked with it there. 

Ed decided to tell her that. "Mom," he gasped as her free hand found his full testicles and began to massage them. "You look so good with my cock in your mouth. Your throat is so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum soon, Mom." She moaned, a thrumming sound around his hard column of flesh. 

"Do you like sucking your own son's cock?" Ed said. Blake's eyes closed and she moaned again in agreement. "You like how your son tastes? You like how your son's big cock stretches your lips and drives right down your throat? Gonna give you a big load, Mom, big load of hot cream coming, straight down your throat, fucking fuck fuck Mooooom!"

Ed dissolved into staccato bursts of nonsense as his thick cock throbbed hungrily, deep in his mother's throat, and his balls contracted, sending the first of many thick, potent loads of semen charging up through his cum tube. The first sperm-laden wad spiraling straight into her stomach, but Blake quickly slurped her way up his spasming member, so that the second burst scalded her tongue. Again and again, Ed's powerful and inexhaustible cock spewed forth ropes of white jism, basting his mother's cheeks and tongue and throat. 

Blake's cheeks bulged and her eyes widened. She gurgled and swallowed, and sucked again as another sperm-rich burst of cum thundered into her mouth. 

Blake pulled away, gasping for breath, cum dripping from her full lips. Ed fired three more salvos that dripped across his mother's hand and his belly. Blake lipped her lips clean and without pausing, dropped her head once more to lap at the pools of cum on Ed's belly, like a cat with a bowl of milk. 

Finally, she brought her cum-stained hand to her mouth and slurped up the last, silvery white ribbon of seed. She smiled, tongue curling around her full red lips. "Delicious," she said. 

Blake climbed back up the bed to cuddle beside her son. She admired his half-hard cock, momentarily sated but hardly drained. 

They held one another close, muttering sweet and inane things, both suffused with a post-coital glow and genuine happiness and contentment to be in the other's arms. Ed was ready for another bout when his mother noticed the clock over his shoulder and groaned. Ed followed her gaze and frowned himself. 

"It's getting late," Blake said. "I should get you back to campus before your absence gets noticeable." She reached down and caressed his stiff cock with two fingers. 

"Keep this thing in fighting trim, baby. I plan to work you ragged all the way up to graduation." She smiled and kissed him on the lips. "And then I can take you home with me."

Ed pulled his mother close, his fears for the future momentarily quietened.



Idle Rich



Returning to the house, Ed looped around to the backyard to take a swim. The pool was still deserted. Again he felt that twinge of disappointment, but he shook it off. He pulled off his t-shirt, kicked off his sneakers, and dove into the pool. Ed swam a few laps, stretching out and taking it easy. The water felt bracing and cool after his run. Ed felt great. When he started to feel tired, he dragged himself up on deck and collapsed into one of the chaise lounges. He would let the sun dry him, and might get a head start on his tan in the process.

Ed folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. He kind of wished his mother had made good on his promise. . . but on the other hand, it was probably for the best. . .

"Good morning, Eddie," Blake's voice carried from the patio door. Ed's eyes snapped open and he half sat up as his mother sauntered out to the deck. She had the sunhat on and her dark sunglasses, and both the necklace and the anklet glinted in the mid-morning sun. A short terrycloth robe, loosely tied, barely covered her luscious body. Her tits bobbed beneath the robe with each step, and the hem of the robe was short enough to show the tops of her golden thighs. Blake carried a towel and bottle of suntan lotion in one hand and a Long Island iced tea in the other.

"Hey Mom," Ed said automatically. He started to rise from his seat, but Blake waved him back.

"Don't let me disturb you," she said. "I'm just going to soak up some rays." She set her drink and lotion on the table beside the free chaise and draped her towel across the chair. Ed watched in anticipation as his mother tugged on the belt tying her robe closed. He half expected to see a bikini. It wasn't possible that she would make good on her threat. . . was it?

But when Blake shrugged out of the robe and the garment slid to the ground, Ed saw his mother's nude body for the second time. She was even more amazing up close. Her breasts were full and springy, large globes with dusky, silver dollar sized nipples that began to harden in the cool morning air. They dipped slightly, due more to their size and weight than his mother's age. Her waist was narrow, her hips wide and flaring, and at the juncture of her thighs was her pussy. Above those delicious pink lips was a narrow strip of red hair. Her legs were long and tan and toned, and the cheeks of her ass looked firm and tight, though Ed didn't get a good look at it.

"Like what you see?" Blake purred as she settled into her chair. 

Ed realized he was staring and forced himself to look away. He also realized that the swim had left his running shorts plastered to his body, and though the cold water had done its work, seeing his mother naked body a bare few feet away from him was reversing the effect. He shifted awkwardly in the chair, lifting and bending a leg to provide partial cover.

"Am I making you nervous?" his mother asked him. "You have seen a naked woman before, haven't you?"

"Yes," Ed admitted automatically. "But not like. . ."

"Oh?" Blake interrupted. She picked up the suntan lotion. "What kind of women have you been looking at?" She popped the cap on the lotion and sprayed some onto the upper slopes of her breasts. Ed watched in rapt fascination as she began to spread the lotion around, squeezing and kneading her cantaloupes with both hands, rubbing the lotion into her skin. Her slim hands snaked down her belly, spreading the lotion across her body. The cocoa smell of the lotion filled the air, mixing with the scent of chlorine and freshly cut grass. "Edward, did you hear me?"

"What?" Ed said. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Blake's hands glided across her thighs. "I asked you," she said, emphasizing each word, "what kind of women have you been looking at?" Her palm lightly fluffed her bush, and Ed forced himself to look away. His cock was gaining the consistency of an iron bar, stretching and tenting his shorts.

"Just girls," Ed said, his voice muted. 

"Speak up, baby," Blake said, coating her calves and feet with lotion.

"I said, just girls," Ed said a little louder. "You know, at school."

"I see," Blake nodded. She coated her shoulders and arms, her fingers moving lightly across her skin. Her tits bobbed with each movement, the nipples hard and begging to be nibbled. "Have you been fucking these girls?" Blake asked nonchalantly.

"Mom!" Ed exclaimed, surprised. 

Blake threw her head back and laughed, a rich, throaty chuckle that sent shivers down Ed's spine. "Am I being too forward?" she asked. "I thought we might be able to avoid dancing around the subject given the present circumstances. Is that a problem?"

"No," Ed admitted. He tried to meet his mother's eyes behind her sunglasses, but the lenses were too dark. Could she see how hard she had made him? "I guess not. I'm just a little surprised, is all."

"I know," Blake said, "I haven't been as involved with your life as I probably should have been. I hope to change that soon, if you'll let me."

"Sure, Mom," Ed said. He didn't know what else to add.

She flashed him a scintillating smile. "Thanks, Eddie." Blake then turned over, flashing her sweetly rounded backside at him. It was every bit as perfect as Ed knew it would be. Blake stretched out upon the chaise lounge and set her head upon her folded arms. "Would you be a dear and do my back?" she asked.

Ed opened his mouth, shut it, then opened it again. "Sure," he gasped. Ed surreptitiously adjusted his hardened cock and rose to his feet. He stepped next to his mother and reached across her to pick up the lotion. With trepidation he knelt beside her and raised the bottle of lotion. He sat frozen for a long moment, paralyzed by a discomfiting mix of guilt and lust.

"Well," Blake asked, "what are you waiting for?"

Ed swallowed, though his mouth was dry. What was he waiting for? He took a deep breath and squirted a string of lotion across his mother's upper back. She shivered, but said nothing. Ed's hands shook as he pressed them onto his mother's back and began to rub the lotion into her skin. 

"Mmmm," Blake purred as his hands kneaded her flesh. She was warm, pliant and firm at the same time, and Ed massaged her with his fingers as he worked. He worked his way slowly downward, tracing his fingers along her spine and pausing at it's base, where the line of her back met her posterior. Her skin was so soft and supple, despite the deep tan that should have prematurely aged her skin. The lotion helped, he supposed, and she must have used other, more foreign unguents as well. 

Why was he thinking such thoughts, he wondered idly? Why, to keep his cock from going off, his mind answered glibly. He was as hard as he had ever been in his life, his cock making an uncomfortable tent in his running shorts. The shorts had mostly dried from the swim, but there was a wet spot growing at his crotch, where the precum was leaking in copious amounts from his turgid member. His mother's quiet sighs and purrs were making him harder still. 

"Why did you stop?" she asked suddenly, softly, playfully.

"I... I..." Ed stammered.

"Come on, Eddie," Blake said. "I'm your mother," she added, putting careful emphasis on the third word, an emphasis that caused an inexplicable lurch in Ed's shorts. "Surely you can do this one teensy little favor for your own mother?"

"Of course," Ed said brokenly. He picked up the bottle of suntan lotion once more and sprayed a jet into his palm. The liquid was cool, but nearly white, and as he placed his palm against his mother's left buttock, he imagined it was his jism he was smearing on her ass. With a dry throat and a pounding heart, Ed coated his mother's springy backside with the lotion, savoring the feel of her muscular backside in his hands. He parted the twin globes to be sure to spread the liquid evenly, and the pink bud of her asshole winked at him. 

Beneath the bewitching smell of his mother's perfume, the cocoa butter of the lotion, and the chlorine from the pool, Ed detected a purer scent, a more natural scent that his nose knew intimately and his brain could barely process. Blood surged through his temples and his cock as Ed's eyes swept down between his mother's legs and saw something that his nose knew to be true and his eyes could not believe. The coral pink lips of his mother's pussy were enflamed with blood, and beads of dew glimmered upon them. The lips were opening, revealing a brighter pink beneath, and a sheen of delicious moisture.

She was as aroused as he was! Ed realized with a shudder. Blake purred again, and her buttocks flexed under Ed's palms. 

This was too much for the young man. He released his mother's ass with a barely suppressed groan and doubled over, careful not to jostle the lounge upon which she lay, as his cock lurched and bucked within the confines of his shorts. A wet stain spread across the front of his shorts. Ed was paralyzed as his orgasm took him, and he hoped fervently that his mother didn't notice, didn't hear. Still his cock shuddered and spat its load, and as the warm, gelid substance began to slip down his thigh, Ed recovered his motor skills. He ran clumsily toward the house, his engorged cock never flagging, and burst through the back door. He limped up to his room and collapsed in a heap on his head, his heart pounding and a terrible shame washing over him. 

His mother's last words, carried on the wind as he ran into the house, were, "But Eddie, what about my legs?"

He recovered his senses hours later. He could tell because of the slant of the sunbeams crossing the floor of his room. Ed groaned and sat up. He dragged his dried and crusty shorts off himself with a wince. His dick looked raw and red to his eyes, though he hadn't touched it. The morning's events replayed before his eyes, and he shuddered with guilt and lust. Naked, he padded into his bathroom and took a long, blisteringly hot shower. The spray of water struck his skin like hot needles, and he tried to master his conflicting emotions. 

How could this be happening? he wondered. He was attracted to his mother -- not simply attracted, he amended with a self-recriminatory snarl, he wanted to fuck her brains out, to jet his seed deep into her womb, to splatter her amazing tits with gallons of semen, to stain her face and hair with his cum. And she wanted him too, didn't she? That much had been apparent by the pool, but whether that was conscious or not remained to be... no, Ed decided, it was indeed conscious. His mother was seducing him.

Madness! But was it? Since he accidentally saw her fuck the pool boy, she had been unnaturally attentive to him. Dinner in that outfit, "accidentally" brushing his leg, the missing shirt -- had she taken it? -- prancing around naked by the pool, coating her tits and belly and thighs with the lotion and then urging him to do her back... Ed's fevered thoughts paused. His cock was rampant between his thighs. The hot water was almost painful as it struck his delicate skin. 

Instinctively he gripped himself and began to stroke evenly, but then suddenly yanked his hand away as if burned. What was she doing to him? His own mother! But God, so fucking hot, so sensual, so unattainable. 

Ed shook water from his eyes and turned off the shower. The bathroom was filled with steam, the mirror virtually opaque. Ed picked up a towel and dried himself. He wrapped it around his waist and entered his room. The sun had dropped dramatically while he deliberated in the shower, and twilight was fast approaching. He looked around his room with a complete loss as to what to do. Why hadn't he gone to Florida?

A light knock sounded at his door. It was an unfamiliar sound. Both Amelie and Sal had distinctive knocks, and since Ed did not recognize the sound, it could only be...

"Ed?" his mother's voice sounded through the door. "Are you up?"

Ed opened his mouth, and found that despite the moisture in the air his throat was dry. "Yes," he finally managed to croak, when he saw the doorknob start to turn. It paused, and he knew his mother was waiting on the other side for him to open the door.

"I... I wanted to let you know that dinner would be ready in about a half hour," Blake said hesitatingly. There was a foreign note in his mother's voice, something like uncertainty. "I made it myself," she added, the uncertainty in her tone growing. "I haven't done that in a while, but considering the... circumstances, I gave Amelie and Salvador some time off." She paused again, and a delicious shiver ran through Ed's body. Alone in the house with his mother...

"You will come down for dinner, won't you?" his mother said, almost pleading.

"Yeah," Ed heard himself say. It was almost a whisper. "Yeah," he repeated, louder. "Be there in a minute." Something like a throaty giggle sounded from the other side of the door, and he heard his mother's light tread move down the hall.

Ed's heart hammered in his chest. What was he getting himself into? Madness. Evil. Incest. The words burned into his brain. And yet... and yet... how amazing would it be to make her cry out his name in passion? To see her eyes glaze with lust as they looked upon him? To hold his mother in his arms they no son ever should? The pressure from his growing cock loosened the simple knot of his towel, and the wet fabric dropped to the floor with a slap. His cock bounced against his abdomen with a similar sound.

Feeling self-conscious, Ed pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and went downstairs to meet his destiny. He had to stop and adjust himself twice before he made it to the dining room.

The dining room was empty, save for the two place settings on top of the table. With some trepidation, Ed took his seat and stared at the door that led to the kitchen. Nothing happened. After a while, Ed decided that sitting there was doing no good, so he stood up and went into the kitchen. The room was empty, save for a few pots bubbling on the stove. Frowning, Ed moved toward the sink and looked out the window. There he found his mother, standing beside the grill with a pair of tongs in one hand and a Long Island ice tea in the other, grilling a pair of steaks. She wore her slinky red kimono, and perhaps nothing else. Ed couldn't be sure.

Blake turned her head, perhaps sensing the watcher, and when she saw Ed, she smiled broadly, flashing perfect and pearly teeth. Ed felt his shorts constrict tightly against his flesh. With a nod and a weak smile of his own, Ed backed away from the window and back to the dining room. 

Ed leaned back in the chair and tapped his fingers along his thighs. It wasn't too late to back out, he told himself. Soon it would be. If he dashed out now, took a car into town and went to see a movie... but then he'd be dodging his mother all week... 

The kitchen door swung open easily and his mother glided into the room, her bare feet whispering across the wooden floor. Her perfume hit Ed like a sledgehammer, and his cock lurched against the fabric of his shorts. Blake smiled sweetly and set a bottle of Sam Adams on the table before Ed. A curl of cold air rose from the rim of the bottle, and already condensation was forming on the glass. Blake leaned over, flashing a generous amount of cleavage and showing Ed that without a doubt the silk robe was indeed all she wore. Between her breasts Ed caught a flash of her smooth belly and the mound beneath. Ed's ability to speak momentarily left him. 

"I figured a beer would be alright with dinner," Blake purred. "With your father gone, you're the man of the house. With all the privileges that post entails." Her dark eyes fell upon his crotch and widened momentarily. Without another word, she swished back out to the grill. 

Ed stared at the bottle of Sam for a long moment, then with something of a resigned sigh, picked it up and took a long pull.

He was halfway through the beer when his mother returned, laden with two plates heaped high with steak, rice, and steamed broccoli. Her perfume washed over him teasingly as she put his plate down before him. Involuntarily he sniffed the air, and she touched his nose lightly with her forefinger. Ed flushed scarlet.

Dinner passed with little conversation. Not having eaten all day, Ed dug into the meal with undisguised gusto. Blake ate carefully, watching her son throughout the meal. She paused occasionally to freshen her drink or fetch Ed another longneck. For his part, Ed tried not to look at her, but failed spectacularly. Her amazing body, fresh scent, and beautiful face were too much of a temptation. So he watched as her tits bobbed happily beneath her robe, her necklace glinted, or her ass flexed tightly as she left the room. By the third beer Ed decided that, guilt or no guilt, trepidation or no trepidation, he simply had to have her. 

Perhaps she sensed this, for her bare foot brushed up against his calf once more, and this time Ed didn't flinch. He moved his leg closer to the questing foot. He earned an arched eyebrow and a bemused smile in return. Her toes traced the line of his calf, and her foot crept its way up his leg. She slid along his thigh.

Ed had stopped eating, a chunk of steak wedged between teeth and cheek, fork and knife gripped tightly in his fists. His mother's foot pressed against his engorged cock, lightly at first but with growing pressure. Ed forced himself to start chewing again. Blake sipped innocently at her drink while her foot caressed him, urging him closer and closer to an explosion. 

Ed swallowed and set his utensils flat on the table. "I think I'm finished," he said, breathing heavily. 

The first and second toe of Blake's foot separated and traced the length of Ed's engorged penis. "Oh?" she said. "Did you save room for dessert?"

"What's for dessert?" Ed gasped.

Blake's foot pressed hard into Ed's crotch once again, and she looked him straight in the eye. Full lips curled into a secret smile. "Me, of course."

"Of course," Ed repeated. It came out with something of a squeak that made his mother laugh. Her foot retreated, and for a moment Ed thought he had made some sort of mistake, but she when she stood up she held out her hand for him to take. 

Ed pointed at the table and the plates, but Blake waved her hand. "Leave that for the morning, we have more important things to concern ourselves with."

She led him into the living room, of all places, with the low leather couches and huge television and dark wood paneling. They stepped down into the room, walked around the couch, and then Blake turned around and pressed her plush and yielding body up against her son's. Her eyes bored into his with a smoldering intensity. She cupped his chin with one hand, then traced his cheek and threaded her fingers through his hair. Her breath tasted of alcohol and her lips drew close to Ed's. His mouth parted slightly preparing for the kiss.

But she surprised him. Her eyes flashed and she grinned impishly, and a moment later she had pushed him down onto the couch with a thump and a creak of leather. She pivoted on her heels and used her knees to gently push Ed's knees apart. Blake leaned down and placed her palms on her son's shoulders, showing again the amazing view down the center of her robe. Her heavy tits strained against the fabric of the garment, and the ties fell against Ed's crotch. With Ed's unwavering gaze locked on those delightful breasts, he barely noticed when Blake lightly kissed his forehead, a dry, chaste, and motherly gesture.

Blake had rarely kissed him. Indeed, she had rarely been this close to him, and Ed could probably count the number of hugs he'd received from her on one hand. 

The black mood that threatened at that thought never had a chance to fully form, as Blake moved down his face and kissed the tip of Ed's nose. This time he felt wetness as her lips parted slightly and her tongue darted out to taste him. Then her lips were on his, and as he opened his mouth, her tongue surged forward, wrestling with his own, tasting and teasing him. Ed found his hands were on his mother's broad hips, kneading the flesh beneath. Her own hands had left his shoulders and now threaded through his hair, pulling and pushing against his head, trying to somehow get his face, his lips, his tongue closer to her.




Idle Rich



Blake broke away, gasping for breath. There was a wildness in her eyes that made Ed's throat constrict and his heart thunder in his chest. "Untie me," she ordered, and without having to be told twice Ed tugged at the thin belt on her robe and the garment split, revealing Blake's tanned and taut body. Her heavy breasts fell against Ed's chest, warm and delightful weights, tipped by hard nipples that dug into Ed insistently. Blake stood up shakily, breasts heaving and shrugged out of the kimono. It made a bright red pool at her feet.

Ed reached up for her, but she took his hands and put them back at his sides. "Mmm-mmm," she said. "You had your hands all over me already today. It's my turn now." Blake grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head, with some help from Ed. She traced the lines of his pecs and abs with her fingertips and kissed his nipples. With another impish grin that Ed was beginning to recognize, and which raised his blood pressure every time he saw it, Blake unsnapped his shorts and slowly dragged the zipper down. Ed groaned as the pressure eased on his dick. The flap on his boxers parted and a length of ironhard flesh could be glimpsed within. Blake licked her lips and eased her hand inside. Her fingers danced along Ed's cock and then eased it free from the confines of his clothing.

Ed's cock throbbed hungrily in his mother's palm as it stood up proudly from between his legs, a thick trunk of pale flesh topped with a swollen mushroom head as red and brilliant as an apple. His cock wept precum from the tiny opening, a thin trail of fluid that seeped into Blake's fingers as she caressed his cock. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open as she explored him. She dropped to her knees before the couch. She released his tumescence for a moment, just long enough to peel the last shreds of clothing off his body, and then returned to the main attraction. 

It waited eagerly for her touch. Ed felt as though her fingers burned him as they glided along his length or cupped his heavy balls. "So big," Blake gasped, "so beautiful." Ed couldn't help grinning at her words and flexed his cock. It jumped in her hands, breaking the spell, and she looked up at him, smiling broadly.

"You like?" Ed said. He was gaining confidence with each taboo broken. Anticipation of the final act was growing as well.

"Yes," Blake said. "Mommy loves baby boy and his huge cock." The impish grin flashed again. "You look good enough to eat." She suited actions to words, fastening her full lips on the bulbous head of his member, sucking lightly on his flesh. Her saliva mixed with his precum, creating a froth as she kissed him. And licked him. And sucked him.

Ed groaned. His cock throbbed with every beat of his heart. His hips jerked, the urge to thrust, to drive his cock into her mouth impossible to resist. But she controlled him with her hands and lips and tongue, even as she loved him with the same. Blake kissed her way down his length and sucked lightly upon his balls. Her hands caressed his thighs, where the muscles bunched and jumped. Blake's tongue scraped its way back up to the head of his cock and her mouth enveloped him in heat and moisture. Her nostrils flared as she fed more and more of his rampant flesh into her mouth. Ed felt her throat constrict around him and then her lips fastened around the base of his cock. She swallowed, tightening her mouth and throat around him. 

"Jesus, Mom, fuck," he growled. His balls ached with the need to spend their precious load, and he felt that end fast approaching.

Then she released him, sweeping her mouth away and gasping for breath. A string of saliva connected her lips and his cock for a heartbeat before it snapped. Blake's eyes were bright and filled with lust. She licked her lips and attacked him again, nibbling and sucking and slurping away at his cock.

Once more Ed's cock fell from her mouth, slapping against his belly and releasing a spray of precum across his abdomen that his mother kissed away. She nuzzled his cock, rubbing him with her lips and cheeks and chin. "Give it to mommy, baby," she rasped. "Give mommy your cum. Let me taste you, let me feel you spurting in my mouth."

"Almost," he gasped. He flexed his cock and it butted against her cheek. "Almost there."

Blake grinned. She lashed him with her tongue again and her ruby lips wrapped around his purple head. Her hand cupped his scrotal sack and gently kneaded his testes. Ed felt his balls tighten, his cock throb, and a shuddering tightness at the base of his cock. Then he was cumming, a flood of semen that splashed across Blake's tongue and into the back of her throat, almost choking her before she could swallow. She was ready for the next release. Eyes bright, she sucked the cum from his penis and swallowed eagerly, still kneading his balls, urging the flood on and on. 

And on it came, each spurt as strong and copious as the one before it. Soon Blake could not swallow fast enough, and the pearl white jism stained her lips and dripped down her chin to splatter against the upper slopes of her heaving tits. Still Ed came, shot after shot. His mother gave up any pretense of trying to contain the flood, and finally released his cock from her mouth, aiming it at her face and tits. Jism stained her tanned flesh, dripped from the slopes of her tits and the peaks of her nipples. Finally the stream of cum subsided, and Ed's hardness lost some of its strength. 

Blake scooped up pools of cum from her tits and fed them into her mouth with her fingers. "I knew," she muttered as her tongue licked his seed from her lips and chin and digits. "I knew you would be the best. My son, my blood. So much cum." She looked up at him, her hair in disarray, her eyes wild, his cum splashed across her upper body in trails and puddles. "I can't wait to fuck you, baby."

Ed's cock regained what little rigidity it had lost. "Why wait?" he asked, throat dry.

"After an explosion like that, you're still hard?" Blake murmured, eyes wide and appraising the state of Ed's arousal. She picked up Ed's shirt and wiped the remaining cum from her face and chest. She winked at him, adding, "You ruin more shirts this way, but I don't want to stain my robe."

"You did take my shirt," Ed said, surprised despite himself.

"Of course," Blake said. She rose to her full, impressive height, heavy tits bobbing as she moved. "How could I resist? When I saw you watching me from the balcony, I knew I had to check, to see if it had aroused you as much as it aroused me." She placed a foot beside Ed's leg on the couch cushion. The leather squeaked beneath Ed's ass. "When I found the shirt soaked with your cum, it made my pussy gush." The other leg came up as well, and Blake was standing before Ed, her steaming pussy at eye level. She balanced herself by gripping the back of Ed's head and pushing his face towards her cunt.

"Now, eat your mother, baby," she commanded.

Her lips were pink and fat beneath the neatly trimmed patch of red hair. Golden moisture glinted on each fold of flesh, accompanied by a bewitching scent. A deeper, brighter pink winked at Ed from within. He licked his lips and gripped the back of his mother's thighs. Then, yielding to the pressure on his head, he carefully kissed Blake's pussy. A flood of moisture answered the invasion of his tongue as he teased her folds aside and tasted her.

Blake moaned and pressed harder against the back of his head. "Oh yes, Eddie, eat mommy's pussy." Ed's nose butted up against a hard nubbin of flesh. Blake's thighs bunched and jumped beneath his hands and Ed heard a sharp intake of breath. He allowed himself a grin at the knowledge he'd discovered her clit, and then he attacked it with lips and teeth and tongue.

"Oh! Jesus, Eddie!" Blake hissed. Her hands gripped his head tightly, fingers threaded through his hair and kneading his skull. Her thighs clamped around his face and her knees fell against his shoulders. "That's the spot, baby," Blake went on, her voice rising with each word. "Oh my son, the things you do to me."

Ed could barely breath but he did not flag. He began to hum as he sucked on his mom's clit. Juice gushed from her pussy and stained his lips and chin. He released her clit and levered his tongue into her, thrusting it like a cock. He was still humming. Blake cried out, a high-pitched wordless screech. A spray of pussy cream jetted into Ed's mouth and Blake's body shook. Her pelvis fell away from him and she collapsed onto his body, shivering and shaking. Ed held her, and she wrapped her arms around him. His hardened cock butted up against her belly, leaving a trail of precum.

Ed licked his mom's fluids from his lips and plucked a pubic hair from his teeth. Blake finally looked up, her beautiful face and tits covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her makeup unmarked save for the lipstick she had lost sucking his cock. Her eyes were half-lidded and she had a dreamy look on her face. Without a word she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Her heart pounded against his as her tits flattened on his chest.

"That was... intense," Blake said at last, licking his chin. One hand pressed his cock hard against her flat stomach. At this angle, the head brushed up against the underside of her right tit. She brushed a fingertip across his engorged head and brought a bead of precum to her lips. 

"Now, Eddie, it's time to fuck your dear old mother." She slid off his lap, letting his cock bounce against his abdomen. She crouched on all fours on the floor, wagging her full plush ass at her son. With an insolent grin Ed moved onto the floor behind her. He gripped his cock with one hand and cupped her ass with the other. Blake threw her bob back and looked over her shoulder at her son. "I want you inside me," she said. "NOW."

The head of Ed's cock nudged up against Blake's pussy. This was it, the moment of truth. Dare he go through with it? Dare he fuck his own mother? Even after all that had happened, Ed hesitated. 

But Blake did not. She thrust her hips backward, and her steaming sex swallowed Ed's cock. Both moaned in unison as Ed filled Blake's slick passage. Heat and moisture enveloped him as his mom's pussy opened up for him. Conscious thought fled, and instinct took over. Ed grabbed Blake's hips and fucked into her, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her. Blake's ass shook with each thrust, and she loosed a loud, low moan.

Ed pistoned into his mother's juicy cunt. Her folds gripped and sucked at him, urging him deeper and deeper. He felt her fingers brush against his length as it drove into her. She brushed against her clit and then continued on, grabbing Ed's swinging testes and giving them a light squeeze. Ed's speed increased.

He half bent forward and reached under Blake to cup her swinging tits. Her nipples dug into his palms as the comfortable weight of her breasts rested in his hands. "Yes," Blake hissed, "play with my titties, baby. Fuck your mother, Eddie. Give it her, give mommy all your cock, every hard inch, ever... fucking... inch!"

Ed complied, hammering into her again and again. Her scalding cunt opened up, searing his flesh, and the spongy head of his cock butted up against a slight bit of resistance. When it happened, Blake suddenly froze and threw her head back. "No one... ever... so fucking deep," she gasped, and then her whole body was shaking and shivering as another orgasm seized hold of her. "I'm... cumming," she gasped unnecessarily. 

Ed didn't pause. He hammered home again, and this time the slight resistance opened up and Ed's thick cock sank into his mother to the hilt. Blake's hips jumped and thrust back against him as she mewled something incoherent. When she looked over her shoulder at him, her cheeks were streaked with tears but her eyes were bright with lust, and she was biting her lower lip. She made strange sounds as she fucked back at him. Her hot, moist channel gripped and caressed his length, urging him ever onward. 

Blake's head dropped as her body seized up and shook again, overcome with pleasure. Ed's cock bottomed out again and Blake screamed. "Oh fuck," she cried. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck mommy, baby. Keep fucking me and never ever stop."

He had reached the roof of her womb, Ed realized. He had never been this deep inside a woman before. The girls he'd fucked before hadn't the capacity, couldn't deal with his size. But his mother could. He fit her perfectly, and she him. Cruel fate.

Ed's head pounded and his breath came in short gasps. His own explosion was fast approaching. Ed fucked into Blake harder, his butt cheeks clenching tight with each jabbing thrust. Every time his cockhead bumped against the top of her womb, Blake uttered a little wordless cry. She was shivering with near constant mini-orgasms now, and a froth of juice stained Ed's balls and the base of his cock. Ed had released her tits and now held her hips once more to brace himself as he fucked. 

Ed's cock swelled fatter, harder, bigger. Deep within Blake's molten core, Ed's cock expanded. He felt a tightness at the base of his cock and his balls pulled up against his shaft. Blake's pussy clamped tight around Ed's raging meat and he drove in as deep as he could reach. "Oh fuck, Mom," he growled, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside you!"

"Yes, son!" she answered, breathless. "Give mommy all your cum!"

Ed's cock shuddered and spat its precious payload. A steaming, shining ribbon of jism sprayed from its swollen head, coating his mother's insides. With each gasping breath, each thundering pound of his heart, another scalding jet of cum sprayed from his cock, into Blake's depths. It was the same as before, his raging column of manhood simply came and came, with a nearly inexhaustible supply of semen. It filled Blake to overflowing, pouring out of her cunt and flowing down her thighs. Ed felt his cum splatter his own balls and mat his pubic hair as it slid out of Blake's burning pussy. And still he came, wad after wad, never faltering, never flagging.

Then, at last, the flood subsided. Blake's fingers gripped his balls and squeezed, urging out the last few precious drops. Ed, insensate, collapsed on his mother's back and pressed her into the floor. She cooed and purred beneath him, but the sounds did not register on her son. Ed slipped out of consciousness.

He came to some time later, still stretched out on the floor. He groaned, rubbed his eyes and looked around. His mother was beside him, half-sitting up. Her eyes were mostly shaded by her red mane, but she appeared to be looking down upon him, her expression inscrutable. Despite their shared nudity, Ed began to feel self-conscious. "What?" he said.

Blake merely shook her head and looked away. She moved languorously to her feet, putting on a little show for her son as she stretched out her magnificent body. Her thighs and pussy were stained with moisture, and when Ed looked at his own crotch, he found matted hair and a limp and raw looking penis. Ed folded himself into a sitting position, his self-consciousness growing. It was beginning to register on him as well that he had just fucked his mother.

Blake reached down a hand and Ed took it. He allowed her to pull him to his feet. "Let's go for a swim," she said.

The pool glowed an eerie cool blue under the deepening night sky. Blake padded to the edge and without preamble dove in, her graceful body knifing through the water with barely a splash. Ed eased himself, wincing as he sank into the bracing water. He watched as his mother began to swim slow laps. She glided along, stretching her limbs and muscles, washing off the sweat and coital fluids. Ed finally began to imitate her movements. He pushed off into the pool and paddled around a bit. To his surprise, he began to feel refreshed.

Blake glided towards the shallow end on her back and came to rest on the steps. She swept a hand through her sodden hair and cupped a tit, giving it a little bounce. The temperature of the water ensured that her nipples were rock hard.

Ed made his way to her side, but settled onto the steps a foot away from her. He looked askance at her. Blake had dropped her head back, and she was staring at the stars. 

"So," he said.

"Mmm?"

"Why?"

Blake turned her head and focused her dark eyes on him. "Why what?"

Ed blushed. "Why did you... Why did you seduce me?"

She laughed. "Why not?"

Ed looked away. That was not the answer he had expected. He frowned, feeling a kind of frustrated anger brewing deep in his gut. Blake touched his arm, drawing his attention back to her.

"You know I'm a slut," she said without regret. "You saw me the other day. You have an idea what I'm like. I've fucked men and women, sometimes with multiples of both. I've been a swinger, a dom and a sub. I've done just about everything there is to do, except incest and beastiliaty. I'm lucky I saw you on the balcony yesterday, or else I'd probably be down at the stables doing something horrid."

Ed looked at his mother with horror. "Jesus Christ," he said. He splashed back on to the deck and headed into the house, leaving wet footprints on the cement. He went straight to his room, pulled on some clothes, and grabbed his bags. He starting packing, throwing anything he thought he'd need into them. He hoped Tully and Rodney and the rest of the guys wouldn't mind if he showed up at Key West after all. Maybe he would just get a hotel room in town until break was over. 

A knock sounded at his door. Ed ignored it. It came again, more insistent. "Ed," his mother called. "Edward, answer me."

Ed released an exasperated sigh and turned to the door. "What!" he shouted. "What more could you possibly want from me, you miserable fucking whore?!"

Silence. Then, barely audible, his mother's voice. "I wanted to apologize for what I said... it was... I wanted to give you a complete answer to your question." She paused. "If you still want to hear it."

He should tell her to fuck off and leave this house forever. He'd had enough of her bullshit, her coldness, her manipulation. But there was a certain note of genuine regret in her voice that caught Ed's ear. And he began to remember how she felt beneath him, how he felt inside her, and he found himself going to the door.

When he opened the door, he found his mother standing there stark naked, dripping with water. Her red hair was slicked back, her face scrubbed clean of makeup, her brown eyes seemingly devoid of guile. She stared at him for a long moment, hands folded before her. Though she and Ed were roughly the same height, there was something in the way she stood there that made her look small and vulnerable. She almost shrank from the baleful look that Ed could not contain.

"I didn't lie before," she began. Ed's face hardened, and she quickly added, "But I didn't tell you the whole truth." 

Ed swallowed. "Go on."

She looked up at him. "Can I... can I come in?" Without a word Ed stepped aside, and Blake stepped into the room. She sat down on the edge of his bed, eyes widening slightly as she took in his hastily packed bags. She looked at him then, her eyes suddenly sad and her face totally open. Ed found his righteous anger beginning to dissipate, and he fought to keep it alive.

"I am a slut," Blake began. "I always have been. It's how I ended up with your father. When he asked me to marry him, I sort of cleaned up my act, but neither of us got hitched for love so I didn't feel I owed him a total makeover. Your father wanted a wife to further his career, to create the image of a family man, and I was attracted to his money and power. Trophy wife? Sure, but it worked for us. Then Richard decided we had to complete the family image and have a baby."

Blake looked up at him, and actually flinched at the hurt on Ed's face. "I didn't want to be a mother," she said. Ed winced, but Blake plowed on. "But I went along with it. It was the worst nine months of my life. I had to give up drinking, smoking, and fucking. I almost went out of my mind. When you were born, I resented you terribly. I wanted as little to do with you as possible, and went back to being a slut, trying to make up for lost time."