0 comments/ 302019 views/ 54 favorites Innocent By: cyber_pussy0119 The mountains, though beautiful, can be very lonely. Especially to an 18 year old girl. But this wasn't the case for Holly Franklin. She had grown up in the mountains, just her daddy, Jeff, and her. She loved them. Holly couldn't even imagine living anywhere else, although her father often told her, while they were sitting by the fire, that someday she would have to leave him and live her own life. She would always just smile and cuddle closer to her daddy, knowing she could never leave him. Holly's mother had died when she was an infant and her father had bought their cabin. It was secluded, deep in the woods, and Holly had never left it except to go exploring. The only other people Holly ever saw was Thomas and Maria Winston, an old couple that lived about 5 miles down the mountain and would stay with her when her daddy went to town for supplies. There was no computer, no television, and no telephone. Holly only knew the little about sex that her daddy had told her when she had been curious about where the baby animals in their small barn came about. But that would soon change. Holly heard the front door of their cabin close and she grinned and put down her book. Her daddy was finally home. She ran to the door and he enveloped her in a big bear hug. His jacket was cold and smelled of autumn. She pressed her nose to his shoulder and breathed in. Her daddy stroked her hair and then kissed her cheek. "What did you bring me?" Holly asked excitedly. "Bring you? And why should I bring you anything?" Holly pouted, something she had found could get her anything. Her daddy smiled and then laughed. "Go on. Your present is outside." Holly opened the door and then gasped. Tied to the porch was a cute beagle pup with a red ribbon tied around his neck. He looked up at her and whined excitedly. Holly giggled and stooped to pick up the puppy, who licked her cheek as soon as he was close enough. She cuddled with her present for awhile and then set him down and ran back inside to her daddy. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, telling him he was the best daddy in the world. Jeff chuckled and patted her arm as she drew away from him. His eyes were drawn to his daughters pert little ass as she went to go and bring the pup inside. It swayed seductively and he shook his head. His daughter was so innocent, raised away from the world, and it was wrong to have such thoughts about his baby but he couldn't help it.It had been happening more and more, these thought about his grown up daughter. It had been so long since he had been with a woman and his daughter had turned into one far too quickly. Not only that, but she looked just like her mother, the love of his life. Holly looked up from her puppy and smiled at him and his heart flip-flopped and his cock began to harden. He cleared his throat and asked "What's for dinner, baby?" "Oh!" exclaimed Holly and she jumped up, "I almost forgot. I'm making stew from the deer you shot last week." "Mmmmm. Sounds good. Let me know when it's done, I'm going to go up and take a shower." A cold shower, he told himself. "Ok Daddy." The shower served it's purpose and about 15 minutes later, Jeff came down the stairs, refreshed and with a clear head. But when he saw Holly, standing on tip toe to reach the bowls in the cupboard, his cock sprang to life once again. He couldn't very well take another shower so he averted his eyes and sat at the table, waiting for his daughter to serve him. All through dinner, Jeff tried to keep his eyes down and to concentrate on his stew. They ate dinner in silence and then Holly rose to clear the table and do the dishes. Later that evening, Holly took her pup out of the box he had been kept in during dinner and sat on the wood floor to play with him. She was wearing a long, white nightdress that tied up in front. The playful puppy grabbed one of the ties in his mouth and pulled, exposing the tops of Holly's breasts. Holly, always innocent, just giggled and continued playing. Jeff couldn't take his eyes off his daughters almost fully reveiled breasts. It bean to get late and Holly retied her nightgown, to the relief and disappointment of Jeff, and put her puppy to bed. She yawned and stretched and then walked over to Jeff. "Good night Daddy." she whispered against his cheek and then kissed it. She stood to leave and Jeff, without thinking grabbed her wrist. "Yes, Daddy?" Holly frowned slightly. Her daddy looked upset and she knelt down in front of him. "Yes, Daddy?" she asked again. Jeff's hand seemed to act on it's own as he brushed a strand of hair away from his daughter's face. "Give me another kiss." Holly smiled and lined in to kiss her daddy again, this time on the lips. When her full,lush lips touched his, Jeff couldn't stand it anymore.He picked her up and put her in his lap and kissed her, not as a father, but as a man kisses a woman. Holly was scared and confused at first but her daddy whispered "Holly, it's ok." and she relaxed. She allowed her daddy to kiss her long and full. His tongue slid into her mouth and she gasped. She felt a warming and stirring in her belly and between her legs and she shifted on her daddy's lap. Jeff explored Holly's mouth with his tongue. She responded amazingly and tried to mimick her daddy. She put her sweet little tongue in his mouth and he sighed against her lips. "Baby, I love you." "I love you too,Daddy." "Will you let me do something to you?" "What Daddy?" "I want to fuck you, Holly. I want to teach you how. Will you let me?" Jeff's hand reached up and began to massage Holly's breast. "Does that feel good, angel?" "Yes Daddy." she said, closing her eyes. "I can make you feel better. And you would make me so happy. Will you let me, baby? Will you let me teach you how to make me happy?" Holly hesitated for a moment and then nodded. Jeff smiled and kissed her, slipping his tongue in her mouth again. "Thank you baby. Come with me." Jeff led her to his room and had her sit on the bed. "Just do what I tell you baby. Do you promise?" "Yes Daddy." she said. "Good girl." Jeff began to untie the nightgown that had driven him crazy downstairs. He slowly pulled the ribbons and reached underneath his daughter's night dress. Her breasts were a little more then a handful and were warm and round. He gently rubbed them and then pulled his daughter's nightie up and over her head. Holly instinctively covered her self and Jeff gently moved her arms down. "Lie back." he told her. His daughter was even more beautiful naked then when she was fully covered. Her light brown hair cascaded around her shoulders and across the pillow and her big hazel eyes stared at him with wonder. Jeff cupped his daughter's knees in his hands and spread her legs, bareing her virgin pussy. He began to lick her, starting at the bottom of her slit and then slid his tongue inside. Holly's hips bucked and she gasped. "What are you doing daddy?" "Making love to you baby. Do you like it?" Holly nodded. "Yes. Don't stop daddy." Jeff smiled and kissed her belly,sending shivers through his daughter's body. He licked his way back down to her pussy and began gently licking her clit, making Holly moan and and buck. "Daddy that feels so good!" Jeff stuck a finger in Holly's cunt. It was so tight! His cock was throbbing against his jeans and, when Holly was pushed over the edge into her very first orgasam, Jeff began to unzip his pants to free his 8 inch cock. While his baby girl was catching her breath, Jeff undressed and was soon naked. Holly gazed at her father and when she saw his cock she stopped. "What's that?" Jeff was never so fully aware of how sheltered his daughter had been. "This is my cock baby. It gets hard like this when I see you. Do you see what you do to me?" "I'm sorry." He laughed. "It's a good thing baby." He came closer and kissed her forehead. "I want you to suck on it baby." "Does it taste good daddy?" "How about you tell me?" Jeff told Holly to get on her hands and knees and to crawl to the edge of the bed. He then offered his cock to her and she opened her mouth. Jeff slowly pushed it in and then lifted one of his daughters hands to the rest of his cock. Holly, following her daddy's instructions, began to suck and jack her daddy's cock, tasting the salty pre-cum. His cock was hard and smooth and smelled of cum and soap. It throbbed in her mouth and her daddy groaned. In and out, Holly sucked, bobbing up and down and making Jeff's cock shiny with her saliva. Jeff dug his hands in his baby's hair and pushed her further onto his cock. Suddenly, Holly felt her daddy's cum fill her mouth and she tried to pull away, surprised. But Jeff held her there and said, "Swallow it baby." Like a good girl, she obeyed and swallowed almost every drop of her father's seed, the same seed that had created her. Jeff kneeled by the side of the bed and kissed Holly, tasteing himself on her lips. "Lie back down, Baby." he said huskily. Jeff began to rub his daughter from head to toe, paying special attention to her breasts, sucking on each nipple and massaging it. He trailed kisses down her belly and licked her navel. Holly spread her legs again and Jeff positioned himself at her hot opening. "This might hurt a little baby. Are you ready?" Holly nodded. "Yes Daddy." she said breathlessly. Inch by inch, Jeff began to fill his baby girl's pussy. She was so goddam tight and wet that it took everything he had not to cum right then and there. He reached her hymen annd thrust against it, tearing it and making an ex-virgin out of his little girl. Holly cried out against the pain and her daddy kissed her and began to fuck her. With each thrust, the pain lessened and soon a beautiful and hot fire began to build up in the pit of her stomach. She began to meet his thrust for those of hr own, crying out in pleasure and pain when their pelvic bones met. "Oh, god, Daddy. Daddy, this feels so good. Is this fucking daddy?" "Yes baby. Do you like it? Do you like it when your daddy fucks you?" "Yes daddy." "Beg me for it, tell me that you need my big cock in you hot pussy." "Please daddy. Fuck me with you big cock. It feel s-so good in my pussy. Please daddy." "Tell me you want me to make you cum." "Oh, I do want to cum daddy. Please, pretty please, make me cum." Jeff began to pound in his daughter's pussy harder and harder, faster and faster. Holly was making little moans with each thrust that got louder and louder.They came at the same time, hard and fast. Jeff shot his load into Holly's womb and Holly's pussy milked his shaft. Jeff lifted his baby up off the bed and placed her again on his lap. "Ooh!" she moaned. "Daddy. That was amazing. I didn't know anything like that exsisted. Thank you daddy. I love you." "I love you too, baby. You've made me very happy." "Can we do this again daddy? Can we please?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please let me know what you think and, if I get enough positive feedback, I'll write another chapter to this story. Innocent Alan smiled as he went with his parents to visit the Morgan's. The fact that he was already bored out of his skull was hidden under that well practiced smile. The only bright spot he had to look forward to was that his pious parents and the holier-than-thou Morgan's would fob him off into Clare's care. He liked Clare. She was smart, even if a little naïve. OK. Even if she was hellishly naïve. Her parents fault, of course. They controlled every aspect of her life, never giving her the slightest leeway. She'd even been home schooled. Being a boy, he'd been able to give his own parents the slip occasionally, not that they'd ever noticed. They always assumed that once he went to bed for the night, he stayed there. This assumption had proved false on more than one occasion. It was ridiculous that his parents could expect him to live a holy, pious and celibate life just because that's what they fancied for him. He was eighteen, damn-it. Legally an adult. He had a job and paid taxes and he had no intention of becoming a priest. As for Clare and her parents intentions for her. She was now eighteen, as well. He'd have to put a flea in her ear or she'd find herself shipped off to a convent to become a nun. What a fate for a lovely young woman like her. Arriving at the Morgan's place Alan stayed quietly in the background as his parents and the Morgan's greeted each other. He could see Clare doing the same, wearing one of the most god-awful dresses he'd ever seen. Undoubtedly made for her by her mother. After Alan's parents and the Morgan's had finished their greetings, he and Clare were dragged forward to be patted on the head and admired. And then chased off so that the adults could talk. "Take Alan up to your room, Clare," said Mrs Morgan. "He can go over your homework with you and correct any errors. He's quite clever you know. Remember to leave your door open, though." "Yes, Mother," said Clare quietly, leaving the room, Alan trailing along behind. "Look at them," they heard one of the adults say. "Two complete innocents, knowing nothing of the nastiness of the world." Reaching her room, Clare flung herself inside and dropped onto a chair. "Don't sit there," she snapped, as Alan went to sit on the bed. "The springs are set up to squeak if you sit or lie on the bed and my mother would be up here like a shot to see why we're on the bed." "Must be rough trying to sleep in a squeaky bed," said Alan with a laugh, turning to sit on the other chair. "I've got used to it," sighed Clare. "I don't even notice it. But if I sit on the bed during the day, mum's up here like a shot, deploring my laziness and finding me something to do. The open door isn't so that they can look in. It's to let them hear if the bed squeaks." "It's not funny," she snapped, glaring at Alan's laughing face. "I get so mad at times. You heard what they called us when we left. 'The Innocents', as though we were a couple of strange creatures. Doesn't that sort of thing infuriate you?" "Not me," said Alan. "Long may it continue. While they think of me that way it means they have no idea of what I get up to in my private life." "Private life. What's that?" said Clare bitterly, "and how do you get one?" "Well, I don't know about you, but I developed mine by sneaking out of the house after bedtime, starting about five years ago," said Alan. "I haven't been caught out yet or there's no way I'd be allowed to be here alone with you. They'd be afraid I'd contaminate you with talk about sex and things like that. Forbidden subjects." "I could probably surprise them," grumbled Clare. "Even with the rigid controls they put on the TV and the internet you can still get quite a bit of information if you're careful. And keep your history cleared up," she added with a smirk. "Clare, you're full of it. You wouldn't even know what a man's privates looked like." "Really," said Clare, smiling sweetly. "Then why don't you show me, Mr Know-it-all." "See. You're still a total innocent talking to a man-of-the-world," jeered Alan. "Next you'll be saying I'll show you mine if you show me yours." "That seems reasonable to me," said Clare, her smile not faltering. "Is Mr Man-of-the-world game to show me his?" "Oh, I'm game, but I doubt you are. Because you're a woman you'd have to show me your boobs as well, which means that you'd have to effectively get undressed. All I need to do is unzip." "Why would I have to show my breasts as well?" demanded Clare. "Because, little Miss Innocent, men like to look at women's breasts and to touch them, and a real woman likes her man to touch her breasts. Do you know anything at all about sex?" "Um, not really," confessed Clare. "That's why I hoped I could get you to explain a few things to me today. I thought showing me your thing would be a start." "Let's see how serious you are about this. You take off your panties and lift up your dress to show me what you've got and we'll take it from there." To Alan's surprise, Clare did just that. While he watched she lifted her dress and pulled off a pair of granny-pants. Then she hitched her dress up around her waist, blushing slightly, but determined. Alan's gaze ran up her long slender and very shapely legs to where the cleft of her sex showed. He nodded slowly in appreciation. "Very nice," he said. "If you'll pardon me for asking, I notice that you shave." "Mother says that it shows that I'm still a child," she said. "She says if I ever get married I won't need to bother." "Your mother's an idiot. What it shows is that you're a woman and any man who sees that is going to want you," growled Alan. "Take off the terrible dress and let me see you." Blushing slightly more now, but still determined, Clare obeyed, lifting her dress up and over her head. Standing there naked, she could practically feel Alan's eyes touching her. "No bra," ask Alan, his voice a little hoarse. "Mother says I don't need one at my age," returned Clare. "She's so right," Alan muttered. "It'd only get in the way." "Get in the way of what?" Clare asked. "My hands," said Alan, standing up and demonstrating what he meant. Clare looked at the hands cupping her breasts, stroking them. She could feel strange sensations there. It was different, but she liked it. She gasped as Alan's thumbs rasped across her nipples. She almost sighed with disappointment when he seemed to curse himself and step back. "Your turn," Clare said determinedly. "I'm entitled to see what you've got now." "Maybe you'd better put your dress back on first," muttered Alan, feeling very hard done by. "No need," said Clare airily. "The steps squeak, so I'll hear if anyone starts to come upstairs and I'll have time to toss it on. I think I like being undressed with you looking at me. Now stop stalling." Alan sighed and unzipped. With a bit of manoeuvring he extracted his erection, which was standing tall and straight, throbbing slightly in its desire for action. "My goodness," gasped Clare. "That's, um, a bit bigger than I expected. I'm surprised I didn't see it pressing against your trousers." "That," said Alan through gritted teeth, "is because it was resting. It's currently excited because you're naked." "Ooh. You mean I make it like this?" "Yes. It means I want you." "Um, that's nice, I think, but what do you actually do with it?" "If you so much as lay one finger on it you'll find what I do with it, you dumb broad," shouted Alan to himself. More circumspectly he told her. "It means I want to insert it into your womanly parts," he told her. "It's hard like this because it has to make you yield to it. Come here and bend over my lap and I'll give you a little bit of instruction." Innocently curious, Clare did as she was told. "OK. Move your legs apart a bit. I'm going to be touching you here. You don't mind?" "No. I'm curious and it actually feels kind of exciting. What happens now." Alan started rubbing her mound, explaining as he did so. His fingers eased apart her lips, slipping inside. "This," he said, pressing softly, "is your hymen. It protects your virginity. One reason my cock is so hard is because it would have to break this on its way in. You'll find that may hurt, so it's better we don't try it. Once your hymen is broken you will find that my cock can enter you quite deeply. Most people like the experience." "Why can't you show me? Who else can I get to talk to about it. My parents? They'd have a fit. And I never see anyone else. It will have to be you. Besides, I liked the way you touched my breasts and I like the way it feels when you touch me there. So why can't you show me properly?" "Are you on the pill?" asked Alan. "What pill?" Does your mother give you a daily pill to help regulate your periods?" Clare flushed. "Yes. Why? What does that have to do with anything?" "A side effect of that pill is that it prevents pregnancy. If you're not on it, sticking a cock inside you can cause pregnancy. That's why I asked." "You mean that you'll do it?" Clare asked happily. "Couldn't stop if I wanted to," grumbled Alan, "and who wants to?" He stood up and had Clare bend over the chair, hands braced against the seat and her legs nicely parted. "In theory, we should be on the bed, but I don't think we want squeaking springs right now. Just remember that if you feel like screaming, don't." Clare giggled, enjoying the way that Alan was slowly rubbing her mound, his fingers darting inside and teasing her every so often. Very soon he seemed satisfied and she could feel him easing her lips apart. She held her breath expectantly as she felt something large and round starting to push its way into her. With the head of his cock engaged within Clare's slit, Alan paused for a moment. Reaching around Clare, he took hold of her breasts, squeezing them slightly. Then he started pressing deeper. He quickly felt Clare's hymen pressing against his cock, doing its best to defend her from his intrusion. "OK, Clare," he said. "This is the sticking point. If I continue the next little bit might hurt. Well?" "You can't stop now," gasped Clare. "I won't cry. Honest." "Well, this might help you a little," said Alan, and at the same time as he thrust hard against Clare's hymen he pinched both her nipples. Clare gave a muffled squeak, the distraction of having her nipples pinched almost making her overlook the fact that her hymen had split. What she couldn't overlook was the sudden entry of Alan's cock as it plunged deeper into her body. Clare was suddenly recalling how big it had looked. How deep into her was it going to go? What if she couldn't handle it? She'd be so embarrassed. She could feel him, pushing in, and she could feel herself stretching to accommodate him. The more he pushed into her the more she seemed to stretch, slowly but surely taking all of him. Alan released Clare's breasts and clasped her hips. Holding her firmly he gave one last thrust, holding her impaled against him. "Now we can start," he told her. "Start?" asked a startled Clare. "I thought this was it?" "No. Up until now we were just getting ready. Just remember two things. Move with your instincts and don't scream." Reaching around to reclaim Clare's breasts, Alan played with them while he started to slowly pump into Clare. He moved carefully, letting her feel him and get used to the motion. After a while he felt a tentative surge against his cock as he pushed forward. Slowly but surely, Clare picked up the rhythm, moving with greater determination as she relished the movement of the cock within her. She must be doing it right, she decided, feeling Alan steadily increasing the force of his movements. She stayed with him, thrusting back against each invasion, feeling his cock plunge deep within her, exciting her more and more with each thrust. She was gasping now, little squeaks escaping from her as the passions flared within her, lifting her higher, promising a greater reward to come. She eagerly met each thrust, wanting more, demanding more. Alan was only too happy to oblige, driving home willingly, determined to make her first experience unforgettable. He was thoroughly enjoying the feel of her responding to his loving, enjoyed the way she was writhing happily against him. Clare was lost. Everything was forgotten but this driving need, this place to which Alan's cock was driving her. She was gasping, her cries becoming a little louder, a little faster, keeping time to the urgency of the cock hammering inside her. Alan cursed quietly. Hastily he moved a hand from Clare's breast to her mouth, covering it. At the same time he made a series of harder strokes, releasing himself into her, feeling Clare tighten around his cock, her helpless scream muffled by his hand. Clare stood there, helpless, Alan holding her as aftershocks wracked her. She was breathing hard, not sure what she was doing. Slowly she gathered her wits together. She looked at Alan and smiled. "Wow," she said. "Wow, indeed," replied Alan. "Um, you may want to nip across to the bathroom and have a quick wash." Clare grinned at him, grabbed her dress, and did as advised, returning shortly, demure and proper. "I'm supposed to be going over your home work with you," Alan said. "I suppose we'd better look at it." Clare produced her books and they started going over them. They talked as they looked at the books, but not much of the talk was about the homework. Eventually they were hailed from below. "Alan, we're leaving now." Alan and Clare headed back downstairs. "Was Alan able to help with your homework?" asked Mrs Morgan. "Oh, yes, he was ever so helpful," gushed Clare. "You know one of the questions was about famous women in history and I asked Alan what was the real difference between men and women and he explained it to me, which you never would. It was a lot easier to understand once we took off our clothes and compared our bits and pieces. "It was a bit hard to work out how they fitted together, but once Alan's thing got all hard it fitted in quite easily. It felt very interesting once we got it moving in and out." Two innocently bland faces looked at their parents, noting the various reactions. Innocent Abroad I had just entered service to the government and had never been outside the U.S. before, if not for the hooker my friends had bought for me on my 18th birthday I would have been a virgin in every sense of the word. I was looking forward to the experience of different cultures and was overjoyed when I was informed I would be going to the Phillipines for two seasons work. Actually I was going to the islands for one season, coming home for more training, and then going back for my second season. I was amazed at how different their society was from ours, and I was warned not to buck against any local customs that I would be introduced to so I wouldn't offend anyone. Our team was to split up and stay with local residents as we met every day to work in our duty stations- just like a 9 to 5 job. My arrangements were made by a man I had come to know and trust as a guide during my training and earlier stateside assignments. He told me that I would be staying with a couple that he had stayed with before and that I would be taken care of well there. But I had to remember to play along with their customs until I learned enough to know what to do. I was nervous but excited and ready to get to work, but work would begin in three days. John introduced me to the couple, they seemed to be in their early 30's and well off by the look of their home. The man introduced himself and then his wife. I was struck by how pretty she was and how fully her body was, even through the plain clothes that she was wearing. She was much shorter than me, but so was nearly everyone else on the island since I stood 6'1" and a "bony" weight of 180 lbs. Training had made me muscular and slimmed me down, I wondered what had made the man's wife so solid? But then John left me alone and I was showed to where I would be sleeping, a little room right across from the couple. I noticed that there wasn't any doors to the rooms or even the bathroom, privacy didn't seem to be an issue here. I would have to adapt. I awoke early the next morning and lay in bed smelling food being cooked, and though my mouth was watering for the food my focus shifted when I saw the wife carrying a tray of food and drink in to her husband, she was completely nude. As I said before I had lost my virginity to a hooker before, so I knew what a woman's body felt like, but I really hadn't ever seen a woman fully nude before and I got aroused immediately. There she was facing the bed, her full rounded bottom towards me. What's worse is that she crawled up on the bed to set the tray in her husbands lap, giving me an all fours view from a distance of not more than 10 feet away. I could see the details of her ass and pussy clearly and thought to myself suddenly 'oh, god, what am I going to do? I had a raging hardon and no privacy to 'attend' to it!' She left her husbands side and disappeared back into the kitchen. I tried to forget what I saw and mentally put down the lust that I was experiencing. Then I saw the woman coming towards me with a tray! Her slightly wide hips swayed underneath the level of the tray, and I found myself staring at her full bush and the smooth cleft of her slit underneath. Up above the tray her heavy round breasts hung just a bit, round darker circles in the middle with button nipples in their centers. I took it all in between the time she appeared at the door and made it bedside. I was afraid that my hardon would tip the tray off my lap as she bent forward and sat it in my lap. She smiled sweetly at me and I knew that she couldn't have missed the 7" erection. I'm sure I blushed a deep rose color as I mumbled my thanks in what little of their tongue I knew. I consumed everything on my plate and debated on whether or not it would be rude to ask for more. I decided I couldn't take any more torture anyway and dropped the matter. I hopped out of bed and got dressed, somewhat less aroused and more focused now that I had my mind on work. Just before I walked out the door the man and the wife appeared, dressed this time. She kissed him and he joined me part of the walk downtown, because he was going to work. I hadn't any real work to do for two days but we were instructed to report each day anyways. Me and some of the other first timers sat through crash courses in language, history, ideology, etc. trying to bring us up to speed on the Philippines faster. The next day was about the same as the first, I got a splendid view of my hosts wife nude, and breakfast on top of an erection. This time I had a little more trouble forgetting it and moving on because I had gotten into the habit of masturbating whenever I felt the urge, and I had been aroused twice now greater than ever and had not had the privacy to relieve myself. Both days I had gotten to see the contrast in the wife, the plain clothed homemaker, and the wonderful body that lay under those plain clothes. She wore no makeup, no hairstyling was done, simple beauty. She wasn't even exceptionally beautiful by western standards, but I compared her to other women as I walked in town and noted that she was more beautiful than even a lot of the girls my age. The man was lucky to have such a beautiful, sexy, and devoted wife. That night I suffered the greatest torture, I heard and partially saw the two of them having sex. I could tell by the shapes in the dark what was happening, the wife was doing most of the work, servicing her husband's every need. I watched as her head moved up and down in his lap and his hands ran up and down her back and her head. She climbed up onto his lap and I could clearly see the outline of her breasts as she began to slowly ride up and down. I was so hard I thought I was going to die, so I slipped of my briefs and began to slowly jerk myself, listening to her soft cooing noises and watching her breasts bounce and get fondled. Suddenly she stopped and I froze, fearing that I had been caught watching them, I dropped my head back and pretended to be asleep. I heard the man's voice low but not angry sounding, but the lovemaking noise did not return. Instead I felt my sheet being pulled away and I jumped to see the wife leaning over me. I watched her tits sway slightly in the light that was coming through the window as she reached down and took a hold of my still stiff and aching hardon. I groaned and started to protest but she pushed me back down onto the bed and slid onto the bed in between my knees. My mind was swimming as I watched her head lower while her hand stood my dick up straight. I gasped out loud as the tip of my dick entered the woman's throat in one slide. I could see the action clearly in the light from outside. She worked her small fist up and down my length pumping me into the tight suction of her mouth while she bobbed her head up and down slowly. I was twitching and groaning without any hope of control, she worked my dick like this in the same steady rhythm for only a few minutes before I began to throb in orgasm. Her hand worked faster and her mouth withdrew up to just below the rim of my dick-helmet, so she was ready when I began to shoot my load into her mouth seconds afterwards. She slowed her fist after the initial shots went and then lowered her head back down my length a little, I throbbed and squirted again in response. She worked my dick in and out of her mouth, going even lower now massaging the entire length to completely empty my nutsack. It didn't take long and I was half asleep before I heard the sounds of the two of them resuming their lovemaking in the next room, only now, they were louder. I drifted off to sleep despite the noise and slept so soundly that the wife had to shake me the next morning to give me breakfast. I was embarrassed and tried not to look at her nude body as she served me. I didn't know what to make of what had happened so I pulled john aside that morning and asked his advice. He said he would get with me later on that evening if he could but that I shouldn't worry about it since the man had obviously sent his wife in to take care of my need. "Remember" John said quietly, "you are from a different culture and what is unusual to us may not be to them." That night John came over for dinner and all of us men sat around while the table was cleared, talking, smoking, and drinking liquor. John turned to me when the man had left the room, "I wanted to tell you earlier today that if this man offers his wife to you, you cannot turn her away. It would be like a slap in the face to turn down his hospitality." I started to reply but the husband came back in and we resumed our drinks. John unceremoniously stood after he finished his drink and said his good night, the husband walked with him outside and I could hear the two of them laughing a bit and joking with one another. John left and it became obvious shortly that it was time for bed, though it was earlier than the night before and there wasn't any work the next day. I finished my drink and began towards my room, when I entered I found the wife sitting naked on the end of my bed. I looked back towards her husband who was simply getting undressed and washing up before bed, he didn't even look my direction. I began to get undressed and walked over in front of her with a growing erection. She reached out and lifted my dick as I approached, lining it up with her mouth so that I marched right inside. I stood there for a good long while simply enjoying the sight and the sensation of the oral pleasure she was giving me. I pulled away and lay down on the bed where she resumed sucking me down into her throat. I had something else in mind and I gently coaxed her up until she planted her pussy right on my open mouth. I held onto her ass while my tongue explored the first wet taste of a woman. I saw it done like that in a porn movie and had always wanted to experience it. She moaned softly and moved against my action picking up speed as I flicked her faster, and probed her deeper. She tasted wonderful and was flowing into my mouth, smearing her juices across my lips and chin as she came, bucking on my face. I tapped her ass and she slid off of me laying on her back, but I motioned her up onto all fours, I was already set on experiencing her from behind, even though I was dying to suck on those tits of hers I was absolutely mesmerized by that beautiful behind. Slipping into her wetness and slowly sinking inside was about the most incredible feeling I had experienced or would experience even years afterwards. There was sheer pleasure in the feel of her gripping my dick with her hot wetness. She seemed to have an amount of muscle control down there that I never found in other women after her. She was barely rocking her hips but the feeling was as if I was sliding all of the way out and back in to the hilt over and over again, I could almost feel her pussy sucking my meat like a talented mouth. I just bent my knees a bit and leaned into her ass more fully allowing the magic to sweep me up as she worked her hips back and forth into mine. I began to shudder as the pleasure was getting to be too much. I pumped back towards her, but her pussy had complete control of how deep in went, seeming to suck me in and push me out- my hips soon matched that rhythm and I started to throb shortly afterwards, my orgasm boiling up towards and explosion. As if on cue she slipped me out of her hole and swallowed my meat deep into her mouth sucking fully, bringing me over a second after. I shot directly into her throat this time and she did her best to keep all of my dick inside her mouth as I began to fuck her mouth during my ejaculation. It was over in no time and I collapsed onto my knees on my bed dazed from the ecstasy. The woman took a rag from a bowl of warm water that was sitting nearby and she washed me down before I lay down to pass into a deep slumber. The rest of my stay there in the Philippines was a great adventure even after I left that particular city to work in another. I stayed with the couple several more times and had the wife several more times before I left the Philippines altogether. It was years down the road before I found out that there wasn't any such custom of sharing of the wife as a part of their culture. My mentor John had set me up with a couple that had been looking for something new. I can't say that I was too mad at John for doing that to me, would you have been mad if you had been me? Innocent Adoration * All characters are at least 18 years old. All actions portrayed are mutually consensual. Restless and unable to return to sleep, Julie shuffled across the hardwood floor toward the front doorway. Moonlight filtered through the lace curtains and faintly illuminated the oil-filled crystal base of the hurricane lamp resting serenely the center of the old oak dining table. She failed to see the dancing glitter of each crystal facet on the lamp as she passed. She didn't hear the tell-tale creaking of the hardwood floor, which she often referred to as the way her house talked to her. She didn't hear the mantle clock chiming 4AM. Nor did she notice the wood-framed screen door hinges squeak as it opened, or the familiar slap as it closed. Oblivious to her surroundings, she stood on the darkened porch. She closed her eyes, sighed deeply and felt the heaviness of the mid-west night air fill her lungs. "I am alive, and this is real." she thought, but could not convince herself to open her eyes and accept the reality of the moment. Jake, her only son, was asleep in her bed. Julie, in her white cotton eyelet nightgown, settled onto the wicker rocking chair at the end of the porch, and scratched at the peeling paint of the lap siding. In an unconscious effort to avoid the unavoidable, thought to herself that it's about time to repaint the old house. She thought back to her childhood and the many years with her grandparents at the old farmhouse. Her grandfather built this house. Her mom was born there, and died there after complication during Julie's birth. Julie stayed there when her father went off to war. But he did not return. Julie, by necessity, grew up alone with her grandparents. Good people. Honest people. They were well into their sixties when she recalled her first vivid memories of events with them. They did their bet to make her childhood a happy one, in spite of their age. Grandfather had a fair size farm in his prime. But with his ability dwindling in his advancing years, the number of cattle, horses and pigs dwindled as well. She recalled that in his later years, during her early teens, he kept only three cows. One for milk, one for meat and one for sale each fall. And of course there was the horse, Whitefoot. Grandpa bought Whitefoot for Julie on her first birthday. He was big and brawny, with sleek red coat, and... one white foot. A seemingly ridiculous gift for one year old in the mind of any other, but Grandpa knew that he would someday delight he memories of Julie's companionship with this horse. Living in a farming community had its advantages. But, it also meant that there were fewer children to play with, especially when one didn't have brothers or sisters. Grandpa knew this too and as he expected, Whitefoot became her constant companion. Although Grandma was at first concerned about the size and apparently stubborn nature of Whitefoot, she soon was placed at ease by his uncanny ability to be so gentle with such a small child. Horse and child connected and formed a lifetime bond. Every year, aunts, uncles and cousins would drive there from the city and gather together at the homestead for every summer holiday, for as long as she could remember. She enjoyed the times of closeness, of family, and memories that would linger long into the fall. As her cousins grew and developed personal interests that tended to keep them in the city, the summer visits of aunts and uncles became less of a joy. Sure, it was good to see them and hear about the others back in town, but it seemed that something was missing. Julie developed a personal interest as well, in a young man named Robert. It was a sweet romance, but her joy would be tragically snatched away only two years later by the perils of war. Grandma died in her sleep early one January morning during Julie's senior year of high school. The same aunts, uncles, and cousins that visited for happy summer holidays came for the funeral, now speaking in muted voices and moved about as uncomfortable unexpected guests. They went home as quietly as they came, leaving a somber mood in the house. Grandpa was never the same, and would spend evenings sitting on the porch after dinner, rocking in the very same wicker chair that she now sat in. He was still very caring and gentle towards Julie, and showed the lifelong love that she was familiar with. But looking into his eyes, she could always see the void left by the absence of his soul-mate. She wondered if Robert would be that same soul mate to her, and hoped he would. Julie and Robert married in June, during the summer after graduation from high school. It was a quaint but lovely wedding in the local chapel attended by Grandpa, now walking with a cane, and no more than twenty guests. Jobs and money were hard to come by, and Grandpa offered the upstairs room until they could get a place of their own. Robert found a job at the local mill and after work, gratefully helped Grandpa with the evening chores. Life was hard, but that was something she accepted in exchange for the joy she shared with Robert in their bed each night. The house was eerily silent when she awoke on a chilly October morning. The sun of the lingering Indian summer was gone and had been replaced by a gray umbrella above and frosty golden carpet below. Robert cradled Julie as she wept, after learning that Grandpa died in his sleep, as Grandma had. By this simple act alone, one had to believe that God is merciful. Another funeral, another procession of family in and out of her life. At the reading of the family will, Julie learned that the house and property had been left to her by her grandparents. As fate often smiles on the downtrodden, only days later Julie learned that she was expecting a child. It was a bittersweet season of triumphs and tragedy for in the coming week, as Robert received his draft notice, and reported for duty the day after Christmas. Robert held Julie at the train station for what she dreamed could be an eternity, but in reality was only a moment, broken by the train signaling departure. Three other wives stood at the depot smiling, waving and failing miserably to hold back the torrent of tears brought on by both fear and realization of the sudden void in their lives. The first snow fell as Julie drove home from the depot alone, passing the neighborhoods of homes filled with the warmth of family, many still gaily decorated for the holiday. Houses, building and signs went by in a blur of her tear-filled eyes until she saw the familiar road leading to their home, "hers" alone, as it would be for the next few months. A simple wreath on the door and decorated tree were the lone reminders of her last few days with Robert. Julie parked, walked into the house and gingerly gathered the hand made quilt from their bed. She returned to the covered porch, where she bundled herself, sat on the wicker chair, rocked and cried. As the falling snow covered gathered, she stopped crying, calmed by the silent gentle effect of snowflakes silently perching on the nearby branches. Somehow, amidst all the turmoil, she felt at peace in her private part of the world, cocooned in her quilt, oblivious to the cold. As she sat, lost in the moment, she felt it. Just a quiver at first, deep inside her. She passed it off as a shiver from the chilly air, but then felt it again, this time very distinct. "Someone is inside me." She said out loud from the protected porch. Indeed, the baby, their baby, was making its presence known for the first time. Again, fate has smiled on her in the middle of a time of anguish. Tears of joy escaped from under closed eyelids and Julie placed both hands on her stomach to, for the first time, embrace her unborn child. This was a simple but profound reminder that she was not alone. And, even with his physical departure, she was reminded a part of Robert was with her here and now. Julie resumed her daily routine, feeling a renewed purpose and joy in living. The child's movements increased, reminding her of the baby's growth, and hers, and the much anticipated arrival. Julie wrote to Robert weekly to tell him how she and the baby were doing, and the news of town. She would receive return letters in batches about once a month as that was the best they could accommodate from the battlefield. Julie received a bundle of mail one warm May afternoon and arranged them by date to keep a sequence in Robert's messages. She was sitting on the porch, as she usually did after his mail arrived, reading through the various letters when her attention was drawn to an approaching car, something unusual on their private country road. Her heart sunk when through the dust emerged a faded green sedan, with a white star on the door. She tried to breath, tried to move, but could not do so as two men in formal military uniforms exited the vehicle and walked solemnly toward her porch. Julie remained in the chair, her face frozen in fear as one of the soldiers spoke "On behalf of the president of the United States, we regret to inform you that your husband Robert was killed in the line of duty" and handed her the telegram confirming their message. The other soldier extended his gloved hand and placed it gently on her shoulder, lowered his head in respect to her, then withdrew his hand. Both men departed silently, entered the vehicle and drove away. She sat, still stunned, watching the vehicle disappear, and continuing her gaze as the dust settled onto the empty road. "No, this can't be true. Not Robert. Not now. We have so much to live for." she denied, but stared at the telegram as painful evidence of the messengers arrival. Julie sobbed for a time then sat in numbing silence as the reality of Robert's death set in. It was after dark before she could gather enough strength to make her way inside, and only to the living room. She could not go to the same bed that she had shared with Robert, even though he had been gone for several months. It was too painful. She lay on the couch, covering her rounded body with the same quilt and drifted off to a fitful sleep. Julie awoke at first light and stared at the picture of Robert on the mantle, still holding the quilt tight under her chin with one hand, and the now crumpled telegram with the other. The house was silent as morning light crept across the room. Julie remained on the couch in her solemn stare until noon, recognizing the stark realization that she was now weak from hunger in her final stages of the pregnancy. She recalled that the baby was motionless all night and morning as well, perhaps somehow aware of the mutual loss and sharing in her grief. She was relieved to feel a sudden stir and the familiar movement inside assuring her that the baby was fine, a final loss she could never deal with. Julie rise and made her way to the kitchen, and although she had no appetite, forced her defiant stomach to accept small morsels of food to sustain her and the baby for the rest of this day. Julie called her relatives and neighbors to share the news of Robert's death. They were compassionate to her as too many others who had experienced the all too common and unnecessary losses. Again, another funeral, another procession of well-meaning family in and out of her life. Days later on May 14th, Jacob "Jake" Robert, was born. Julie finally was able to hold the flesh and blood created from her union with Robert, and life began the eternal cycle again. Julie loved Jake so much, and being the independent spirit she was, had every intention of remaining at the old farmhouse. The neighboring women and friends from the church were very helpful in the first couple of weeks, allowing Julie to settle into the routine of motherhood. Julie raised Jake, whom she called "my little man" with the same love and training as her grandparents had shown to her. Jake looked so much like his father and began to show many of Robert's personality traits that she had grown to love and appreciate during their short time together. She knew that he would not be a replacement for Robert, but was comforted by the likeness. As Jake grew, Julie taught him about life in the country, and the simple pleasures so often overlooked by people who fill their lives with the quest for material possessions. Julie still maintained a few animals at the farm and had gained a local reputation an accomplished seamstress and gardener, which allowed enough income to get by. It was during these times in the early years, that Julie taught Jake the most important lessons about life and death, and love and laughter Walks together in the field, fishing at the creek and the frequent skinny dips at the pond on the property were part of their recreation and relaxation. Quite often, after a swim, Jake the ever inquisitive one would often wander off to return bearing "treasures" for his mom, rock, stick and flowers. Julie would be resting on the bank, allowing the sun and breeze to warm and caress her body. At his young age, Julie and Jake were quite comfortable with their nakedness during the frequent times of swimming and at the house when she changed or bathed. Julie easily answered the questions about why they looked different to his satisfaction. Around the age of ten, Jake and Julie continued their daily routines. In his thirst for knowledge, he wanted to know more of the details of the unknown. Not just "what", but now "why". She felt that it would be best to be honest considering that she, as the single parent, was solely responsible for his upbringing. Animals on the farm, and in the field, weather and nature provided an unending source of questions for Julie. And, in the course of normal conversation, came questions about the differences in their physical appearances, particularly during their frequent visits to the pond. Julie still continued to sun naked on the shore, while Jake would romp in the water, then rush over dripping wet to give her a hug, or share his latest treasure. Julie always answered honestly and factually, but was sometimes taken off guard by the honesty of his innocence. She wondered if it might be better if she practiced a little subtle modesty as he matured. But for now it was just innocent admiration. Jake was a bright likable kid. Neighbors and teachers took to him, partly because they admired Julie for her efforts, but also because he was just a good kid to have around, almost like one of the family, with any family he visited. At the young age of ten, Jake took on "odd-jobs" at the neighboring farms and would often stay for dinner or even spend the night. Kids will be kids, and Jake explored the curious side of his innocent sexuality. Yet another source of questions for his mom and entertaining conversation. As Jake entered adolescence, Julie noticed the subtle changes, his crackling voice, fuzzy face and awkward first attempts at manhood. As he matured, Jake became more private and independent with interests outside of life on the farm. He now did most of the chores on the farm, leaving time for Julie to continue with her sewing and gardening. At times Julie stopped working to admire him from the porch, and wandered what she would do when he was gone. A good looking young guy in his late teens, lean and strong, with loose wavy blond hair, she fearful that the first young girl to catch his attention would break his tender heart. Still she wished him every happiness available. That is the gift to every young man. They still made regular trips to the pond, but now arrived and entered the water at different ends of the pond to politely conceal their nakedness. They swam and talked about life and about everything. The pond was their neutral area, where any thing and any feeling could be discussed without fear of judgment. Julie often talked about her life, her past and future. Jake, about his dreams, girls in town and ambitions. Sometimes, even if his only ambition was to neck with Amy at the movies. Julie often laughed, knowing full well that she made the effort to raise him well, but also allowing the freedom to be himself. Julie never displayed any regret for remaining alone with Jake after losing Robert. In fact she seemed content to do so. During a recent swim on a late spring day of this senior year, Jake floated over to where Julie was wading in shoulder deep water. He had reached his 18th birthday just days before. He bobbed lazily only a couple feet away, and asked her about her future, one without him in her daily life. Not that he had any immediate plans, but wondered if she was ever lonely, and if she would miss him. Jake thought for a moment after he spoke, believing that his question was two-fold; out of concern for his mom, and speculating about his own unknown future. Julie knew this was inevitable but was taken off guard by the comment. She took a quick breath, looked away, then back toward Jake, who had the look of concern as if he had hurt his mom. Julie recognizing the concern on his face, and oblivious to her nakedness in the moment, extended her arms around Jake and cradled his head on her shoulder and said, "I have experienced joy beyond what I thought was possible having all these years together, just me and "my little man". I have accepted that you will move on someday, which will be the happiest and hardest day of my life, but it's natural. I only hope that we can remain close and open." Then took his face in her hands to look him in the eyes, and continued, "Jake, I made the choice to raise you alone, and have no regrets whatsoever....You have been the joy of my life." Julie kissed him tenderly on the lips, and then withdrew her lips, now with arms in a gentle embrace. Jake allowed a tear to fall and replied, "I can never repay you for what you have done, and for what you have shown me about life and love. You need to know that no matter when I go or who I am with, you will always be in my heart." Jake returned the kiss to her forehead, lips lingering on her soft skin, taking in the soft fresh fragrance of her hair. Jake's arms were loosely wrapped around her, hands resting on her hips as they stood still in the silence and perfect innocence of the moment. Jake and Julie were in a naked embrace as mother and son, much like they had in years past. But for the first time, the nakedness was something that they both became aware of in a different way than in times past. Jake was suddenly aware of his mothers flesh pressed against his chest, beads of water resting on the swell of her breasts. Julie was also aware of the mingling of flesh, his warm body in contrast to the cool water that hardened her nipples. His firm muscular chest and smooth stomach hardened by the regular physical labor. Although neither seemed to want to break the unexpected embrace, the physical connection that was so sweet, now took on a different dimension. Julie felt his manly body, much different than she recalled from the last time they hugged naked, several years ago. The conversation had stopped and they looked eye to eye, communicating only in thought, waiting for the other to speak, or perhaps hoping the silence and perfection of the moment would never be broken. Julie dropped her eyes and the visual contact, and spread her arms across the top of the water breaking the embrace, moving back only slightly enough to feel the cool water touch her skin where his warmth had rested. " I love you Jake" she whispered, in such a way as to say convey that she enjoyed what happened, but also in a subtle way to add closure to the moment. Jake swam nearby, close enough to still talk in whispers but kept the safe buffer of distance to ensure that their bodies did not touch. His eyes burned with desire than his actions. Emotions calmed and conversation awkwardly returned to normal. Jake was strangely was relieved to hear Julie say that she needed to get dinner started and waded to her end of the small pond. She modestly wrapped herself in the towel hanging from the low tree branch and walked the short distance to the house. She didn't dare look back at Jake, who remained at the pond, for fear of returning to follow the forbidden desire of her heart. Innocent Adoration Julie entered her room, shut the door and lowered her head. She replayed the moments at the pond with very mixed emotion. She loved Jake so deeply, but felt guilt for the unexpected stirring as they embraced. She knew it was innocent from the start, and remained so even as they held their naked embrace. But she wondered why it should feel so bad to feel so good, as a woman alive with physical feelings and desires. Julie looked up and saw her reflection in the full length mirror affixed to the back of the door. Her long tousled hair, the color of corn silk. The pure and glowing skin. She realized that she had not wanted to be the physical desire of any man, until now, and did not place any concern on it. Julie dropped the towel and appraised her appearance. Her body was tanned and firm from work outside in the garden and chores on the farm. She was trim but muscular in an attractive way. Her hips were slightly rounded, and although not nearly as trim as she was at 18, she was pleased with her appearance. She placed both hands on her flat stomach, and slid them up to the underside of each breast, cupping them. She remembered the way Robert used to make love to her, and of how his hands caressed her. She closed her eyes, and allowed the fingers to spread across her breasts teasing each nipple, sending a surge through her whole body. As the fingers continued to circle the left breast, her right hand traveled down to touch the downy softness. Slowly, one finger slid into the moistening fold, dipping ever so slightly, circling and spreading wetness over her swelling lips. Again, this time two fingers dipped in deeper, lingered, and returned with even more wetness to continue her pleasure. Julie opened her eyes aware of her body and the moment sexual re-awakening. Her face was flushed, and her breasts were full with swollen nipples. She watched as now both hands worked in rhythm and shuddered as the first long awaited wave of pleasure swept over, followed by another, and another. Julie shivered, felt her knees go weak, closed her eyes and fell onto the bed intoxicated by the euphoric feeling that follows such pleasure. She drifted off and dreamed, but did not fall asleep. Julie was startled back to reality by the familiar slap of the screen door announcing Jake's return. Julie, aware that she had used the excuse of dinner preparation, wondered if Jake would notice her absence. Julie, not wanting to dress, slipped on a modest light cotton gown and headed toward the kitchen. She hesitated to compose herself, and then continued into the kitchen, relieved that Jake was not there. She still needed a moment to work out her emotions, both from events at the pond and alone in the bedroom. Julie mindlessly busied herself with preparations for dinner which was pan-fried beef patties, potatoes and gravy. It was a good diversion to settle her thoughts. She heard the shower running, and was pleased to know that Jake arrival would be delayed even a little longer. He came down from his room just before dinner, in his usual evening attire of novelty printed boxer shorts and t-shirt. But, Julie was concerned as he did not appear to be his usual self, and in fact was somewhat aloof. She recognized that he too was wrestling with thoughts and emotions of his own. She was reminded of how only an hour earlier at the pond; he began to harden just before she so subtly released his embrace. Julie filled their plates at the stove and set one down at each of their places at the table. Jake took his chair and settled in, obviously rigid uncomfortable. She instinctively tousled his hair, as she often did, before seating herself across from him on the far side of the table. Jake and Julie started to eat in silence, Jake still unable to find the right words, but his body showing a desire to speak. Julie broke the silence, "Jake... Jake, are you okay?" Jakes fork, with skewered meat, stopped suspended between his plate and his mouth. Jakes eyes were looking toward the plate in an effort to avoid his facing mom. Jake crinkled his lips obviously trying to form words, but with no success was unable to speak. "Jake...I'm sorry if I made you feel uneasy today" Julie offered as a way of resuming the now one-sided conversation. "It's okay to have feelings, and we can't always control how our bodies express those feelings... especially for a guy." Julie hesitated, perhaps in thought, or just allowing Jakes to open up. She could see the walls crumbling but Jake, either embarrassed or disturbed, still was unable to express his thoughts. Julie took a bite to break the tension, and watched relieved as Jake finally did likewise. But, much to her disappointment, resting his fork on the plate, Jake rose and walked upstairs quietly to his room. Julie looked at her dinner, and Jake's nearly full plate. Suddenly, she realized that her appetite was gone too. Julie covered the plates and placed them in the refrigerator and then straightened the kitchen. She heard the mantle clock chime 6 PM and still no word from Jake. Concerned, she went up to his room, knocked gently on the door and opened it a crack. Jake was still fully dressed, asleep on his bed. Instinctively she pulled a light blanked over his sleeping from and left the room as quietly as she had entered. As darkness crept into the living room, Julie turned on the small light at the end of the couch. The rest of the main floor was darkening shadows as dusk fell. Julie sat sipping a now tepid cup of tea, lost in thought. She heard a stirring from upstairs and knew that Jake was awake. She could hear the telltale creak of each tread on the stairway creak as Jake made his way down. Julie, still dressed in the light cotton gown, sat speechless on the couch as Jake walked towards her and sat down next to her with his hands in his lap. He laid his head on her shoulder and again she tousled his hair. She heard a sigh, and could tell that "her little man" was back and the crisis was over. Julie let her hand fall from his hair to his thigh. Jake covered her hand with his and looked at her with his familiar boyish grin. "Mom..." Jake started, "You are the prettiest girl in the world." and continued, "Do you remember when I wanted to marry you?" he paused "I meant it." "Oh Jake, you were four years old then, and I believed you were sincere" She giggled. "But I was impressed by the flowers you brought to me at the pond that day... And you were naked, which is a rather unusual way of proposing don't you think?" and elbowed him in the ribs. "Like today." he admitted, and sighed again. "Well... not exactly like to day, but yes... we were naked." She paused, relieved that they were reminiscing comfortably, and today was out in the open. " I was embarrassed... and afraid. Afraid that you would be mad, thinking I was some kind of pervert" sensing her confusion, continued in an effort to clarify "you know... with my getting all hard and everything when you were holding me... there I got it out!" he exclaimed with a sense of accomplishment. Julie leaned into him and started to giggle again said "You know, I have felt it before when we have hugged, but passed it off to teenage hormones, and it didn't have any effect on me. I have to admit that today something stirred in me that made me feel funny and awkward for the first time too. So my little man, you're not alone. And, I guess after what I felt today, you're not my "little" man any more." "Mom.... I'm trying to be serious and this is hard..."sensing his choice of words, Jake blushed and stammered, then sighed and chuckled "you know what I mean." Julie turned and slid her arm around his waist pulling him closer to kiss his cheek, innocently pressing her breasts into his side. Jake was "aware" but accepted the kiss in the way it was intended. She tousled his hair again and offered to heat the leftovers from dinner, as if reading his mind. "Oh yeah, I'm starving" Jake said as he accepted her offer and followed her in the kitchen. He took a seat at the table next to his mom and continued the familiar small talk while the food was heating. Julie was pleased that he was again comfortable around her. Julie and Jake ate their food quickly to satisfy the hunger. Jake offered to do the dishes while she went to take her shower, an offer she gladly accepted. Fear and concerns were washed away in the steamy shower. Julie closed her eyes and let the warm water run on her skin and felt so relieved and relaxed. She toweled her hair and slipped into the fluffy terry cloth robe that hung behind the door, and then finished drying her hair. She turned off the light and made her way through the darkened bedroom intending say goodnight to Jake. She heard a soft knock, saw her door swing open and Jakes form came into view. He was holding two bowls filled with vanilla ice cream and fudge topping, a sinful luxury that she seldom enjoyed. She accepted the bowl, sat on the bed and leaned back against the head of the large brass bed. "Thanks mister" she smiled patting the bed spread as an invitation to join her, and watched Jake walk around the bed to take the position beside her. Julie scooted her feet under, legs together, balancing the bowl on raised knees. The full moon shone through the windows, allowing their eyes to adjust quickly to the pale light as they sat side by side. "This is wonderful" she said between spoonfuls of sweet creamy deliciousness, savoring both the sweetness of the ice cream and the simplicity of the moment. Julie heard Jakes spoon tapping against the bottom of the bowl in a futile effort to gather the remnants of ice cream that was no longer there. She volunteered her last spoonful, which he graciously accepted. Julie gathered the bowls, returned to the kitchen in the darkness, rinsed and set them in the drainer until the light of morning. Jake could hear her bare feet padding on the hardwood floor and smelled the familiar soapy freshness of her scent as she moved closer and stopped. Jake was stretched out fully on the bedspread, eyes closed with his fingers locked across his satisfied belly. "He's way too relaxed." She thought, and impulsively pounced on him with a childish glee, hands and knees driving into the mattress on either side of his body. Startled, he exhaled as if she had landed full force on his stomach. Her hands dove under his shirt and began to tickle him ferociously as part of the secondary phase of her surprise attack. Jake roared and raised his arms in a mock effort to fend off her assault, pleading for mercy, both clearly confident that his strength was more than sufficient to overpower her if he chose to. Julie squealed with glee, hovering over him, then growling again with her prey trapped helplessly in her clutches. She stopped tickling and slid her hands up, now holding his shoulders flat against the mattress. She lowered her face within inches of his, her soft hair falling against his face, and asked "Now what are you going to do, mister?" Jake moved his gaze away from her eyes to assess the situation in preparation for a counter-attack. As he looked down, it was evident that during the scuffle the robe had opened to her waist, her breasts now fully exposed. Jake was entranced by the delicious curve and fullness of her breasts only inches from his face. He could feel the heat of her body. Focused as she was, Julie was unaware, until she noticed that his gaze lingered as he hesitated. Julie looked down and realizing her display, took one hand off his shoulder to make a meager effort at covering herself. Jason exploited her distraction and reversed the situation, spinning her over onto her back with his knees on either side of her hips, shamelessly tickling her naked torso. Her robe slipped off her shoulders and was barely held around her waist by a simple tie. Her legs were exposed, smooth thighs flailing helplessly under his weight. Strangely, she was aware that the tickling had subsided as had her struggle. Jake was still seated across her, but now sat quietly, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist and hips. She was aware of her exposed heaving breasts, winded by the struggle, but didn't make any effort to cover. Jakes burning gaze moved from her face to her breasts, then back to her face, locking his eyes on hers. Julie reached up and guided his hands, placing them on her breasts, covering them with her own as the seal of her willingness. Jake leaned forward close enough that she could feel his breath on her face. She took his face in her hands inviting his lips to touch hers briefly, then backed away only slightly. The first kiss was so soft that had she not tasted the sweetness of the chocolate, she would have denied that they touched. Hungrily, she guided his face back to hers again, and felt his tongue skillfully part her lips, her own voluntarily extending to meet his. He kissed her again needing no encouragement, pressing his parted lips greedily against hers. It was then that she felt the weight of his body shift, pressing into hers, and his hands roaming freely across her breasts. She freed her hands and tugged at the hem of his shirt, breaking their kiss only long enough to lift it over his head. She pulled at the tie of her robe to open the final barrier, presenting herself unashamed. Jake was pressing his hips into hers, the fully erect penis concealed by the sheath of fabric but obviously straining to be released. Julie pulled at the elastic waistband exposing his round youthful butt. She felt his hips wiggle and raise slightly allowing her to remove them entirely. Julie guided him onto his back again, rose up and took him in her hand. For the first time, she was able to freely appreciate his fully erect penis without limitation. She wrapped her finger around him to explore and appraise his girth, then began a slow and deliberate stoking. Jake meanwhile was touching her breasts again, this time delicately tracing the curve and contour of the shape of here breasts and nipples. In one fluid motion, Julie leaned over and slid the head between her lips, then took him fully into her mouth. Jake tensed and involuntarily raised his hips in response the incredible sensation. Julie back away leaving a slender thread of saliva connecting her tongue to the tip of Jake's glistening penis. She lifted a leg and slid it across to straddle his hips, effortlessly guiding him in, inch by inch until he disappeared. They lingered nearly motionless except for the deep rise and fall of their chests, demonstrating the level of desire. Her eyes were half closed, deep and dark with desire as his hips began to pulse. His hands again were surrounding her breasts, now with out abandon, firmly squeezing her fullness and rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Julies breathing quickened and she pressed her body forward fully against Jakes, pushing her hips down to take him deeper inside, inviting him to come. She felt him pulse, thrust deeply, and then spill himself into her. As his wetness flooded her womb, she felt a torrent of desire wash over her entire body as she also came with him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she felt his hands pressing her hips even tighter against his, if it were possible. Jake kissed her again, this time tenderly but the deep passion of connected hearts, then pulled her face against his chest, cradling her head gently with his hand. He was still inside her, both sensing the warm flow of their collective fluids escaping onto the sheet. As the deep breathing subsided, they lay quietly with an almost ethereal atmosphere in the room, like body separated from mind. Julie lay with her head on his chest collecting and examining her thoughts. Jason, stoked her hair, and savored in the feeling of her warm naked flesh against his. In response, she sighed and toyed with soft skin on the curve of his broad shoulder. Jake took her face in his hands, raised it to face his and said "You have to know, I wanted this. I didn't plan it, but when it happened, I wanted it." She nodded imperceptibly, as Jake continued "I always admired you and still think you're the most beautiful woman in the world, both in appearance, and the beauty you have in you heart. You could have never forced me to do this." She closed her eyes "I guess the reason I'm telling you this is because I know I could have never forced you either." She started to cry. "I know what we did is not accepted by the public, but we are different than most people. We've been though lot together, everything, just you and me. And that in itself does not justify our actions, but we came to a place in our lives, and independently made the decision to venture into a different kind of relationship, and I have no regret." There was silence as she considered his statement. Julie opened her tear filled eyes, hesitant but needing to speak, "Now I feel like the one embarrassed, afraid that you would think I was a pervert, preying on my son..." Jake interrupted again "No way! You have to get passed this feeling. I don't think it was wrong, in fact I think it was beautiful. " And added "This was something private between us. Not a deep dark secret, but something tender we have shared. We've had a special relationship our whole life. Yeah, I never planned or expected this but, here we are." Julie caressed his face and kissed him tenderly with closed lips. She sat up next to him, rested her hand on his shoulder "Now what? I'm not sure how to act around you, or how to deal with this.... I just don't know. It's too late to take it back, and I don't want to either, but I'm.... a little confused and don't know what to expect." Jake put his hand on hers and replied, "I'm not sure what to expect either, but we'll just have to deal with it the best we can. You have to know, that you didn't hurt me, or scar me for future relationships. Not in any way at all. I liked what we did very much. Would we ever do it again? I don't know, but now is not the time to think about that." Jake pulled her to him again and held her, stroking her hair again. "It'll be okay, trust me." he said and continued stroking. Julie felt the tension slip away in the comfort of his arms. They continued talking late into the night until sleep finally overtook them. Julie stirred from her sleep before dawn. Restless in thought and unable to return to sleep she slipped on her cotton gown, lightly kissed her sleeping son, and shuffled across the hardwood floor towards the front door.