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Mom Finally Becomes June

By: clive2007



"Jane is coming for dinner, tonight, Tom," my mother said to me as I walked into the kitchen. "She"ll be here about 7:00." 

"What are we having?" 

"Stew."

Jane is my aunt. She's also my mother's twin sister. They're identical. That is a problem for me because they are both beautiful. My aunt got a divorce a short time ago. She's living alone. The divorce was difficult and bitter and she often talks about it. 

My mom's name is June. She's a nurse at the biggest hospital in the city, and works different shifts. It's unpredictable when she will be home. Jane has an apartment close by. It's on the way to the park where she jogs so, sometimes, when Jane stops by and I'm home it's just the two of us. We've become good friends.

I'll be going to college in the fall, leaving home for the first time. Mom will be alone for the first time, too, since dad died two years ago. Since that sad time we've grown much closer. 

Our relationship changed, it seems to me, when I was 16 or 17, when she started treating me more as an adult. She is interested in lots of things and talks to me about them. Our conversation is never boring. And, of course, she has also talked to me about sex, how she said she needed to have this conversation with me, how I am becoming a young man now, and how she understands (not!) what is going on with me, and, firmly, about the need to show respect for girls, and about how to avoid getting one of them pregnant. 

I can't take my eyes off her when she is talking, her eyes looking at me and then down and to the side, then moving around, as she follows her ideas, her full lips forming the words, her bright teeth, her clear sincerity I listen although I almost can't hear her. 

I'm grateful for her being so open with me. These conversations changed everything. Gradually, my mother seemed less a mother than a friend, one grown-up talking to another. I was thankful for the compliment.

The kitchen opens to the living room There's a circular table at one corner where we eat, some couches and chairs, a fireplace, the television set and stereo, windows looking out at the lake, the mountains in the background. 

"Good, " I said. I patted her on the back, a stroke, actually, from her neck down her back, and then went to the couch and turned on the TV. 

"She should be here soon," my mother said, brightly, over a clatter of dishes and pans. She wanted her sister and me to be friends. "She likes you, Tom, I know she does, and she needs a friend." 

I was thinking of my hand on her back. It was just casual, but I was conscious of the stroke, and the wide band of the bra strap when my hand crossed it on its way down, my thumb tracing the little nubs on her backbone. I'd stopped at her waist. But I knew I'd wanted to go further, to keep going down, more or less by accident. She was wearing a blouse and a short skirt. No panty hose. Her lovely legs bare. The thought of my hands sliding down to her ass, holding her cheeks, pulling her to me. But I banished the thought. 

"I know, mom. I like her too," I said staring at the moving pictures on the screen, thinking about the touch of my mother, thinking about her perfume, about how easy we are with each other, about how easy it is to talk to her, and how she looks at me, her face alight with love, interest, attention. About how she touches me, my arm, my back, how we hug and how I feel her breath on my neck, her breasts, feeling their fullness against me, and my hands on the curve of her back, pulling her to me, and how she moves into me, with no resistance, melting into me, pulling me to her, and the kisses, on her cheek and, lately, short kisses on her mouth, on her soft lips, and how they yield and open slightly. And we have been this way for months, the kisses getting longer, gradually getting more intense. She doesn't seem to notice that I get hard when this happens. I know we have thought about it. About what it might be like.

"Tom?" 

"Yes?" I look at her. She has full auburn hair almost to her shoulders. She's about 5'7", slender, with an athlete's body, square shoulders, breasts that she is proud of, probably a c or d cup, a slender waist, and the beautiful bottom I can't help noticing. And terrific legs. To my eye, she is beautiful, with clear skin, lively brown eyes full of humor and intelligence that look directly at me when she wants me to understand that she wants me to understand. She has a lovely mouth, not too wide, with full lips and good teeth that I'm lucky enough to have inherited. This sounds too good to be true, I say to myself, but it is. My mother really is this good-looking. 

"Would you set the table, please?" she asks me.

"Sure" She was looking at me, her face smiling its radiant smile. I felt such an attraction to her, to her person, and I walked over to her and took her in my arms and kissed her on the cheek and then on the mouth, just a short kiss, but I was getting used to kissing her and it felt very good. She didn't seem to mind, and kissed me back. 

While I took out the silverware she poured us each a glass of wine. "Jane feels bad, Tom."

"She always feels bad, she's always singing the blues," I said, and regretted it because I sympathize with Jane. I was setting the table slowly, taking my time, taking sips of wine, talking to mom about work and my new school term coming up, and then stopped and walked back into the kitchen. Mom was at the stove, stirring the stew. I don't know why but I walked over to her and put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her neck. 

She craned it to me and said, "Tom, don't do that to your poor mother."

"You're just too nice. I like you," I said to her. "And you look great." 

She turned to me and put her arms around my neck. "And you're my fine son in whom I am well pleased." She grinned and I kissed her again, but this time a little longer, her wonderful mouth on mine, open a little, our tongues just touching barely, and she again melted in my arms and her breasts pressed against me. 

She pulled her head back, looked at me and smiled, but she didn't pull her body back. I was hard and she felt it. "Tommy!" she said. My hands went down her sides and I could feel the sides of her breasts on my way down. "Tommy!" The wine had gone a little to my head and I moved my hands up to her breasts, cupping them, feeling their fullness. "Tommy, stop that!" she said. 

I was surprised at my boldness and passion. I was rock hard, pressing against her. "What are you doing, you naughty boy?" she said but said it in a loud whisper and I heard the tension in her voice and I knew she liked it, liked the touch of me against her, my hands on her breasts. She pushed away from me, her face flushed. "Tommy. I'm your mother." I moved back, embarrassed. I was hard, my cock jutting against my pants and I saw her notice.

"Sorry mom, the wine, I guess." 

She looked at me, a frown on her face. "Maybe you should pour me another glass." I moved away from her, grateful to break the spell and re-filled her glass and mine. When I turned around again she was back at the stove, stirring the stew. I brought the wine glass to her and set it on the counter. 

"I'm sorry, mom, I don't know what came over me." 

"That's alright, Tommy," she said, but she didn't look at me and I was afraid to say anything more. "Jane should be here soon."

"Look mom, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have touched you." I blurted it out. I was embarrassed and felt terrible that I might have offended her. 

But she turned to me and said, "Don't worry, honey." She looked down, then said "You know, sometimes I do have to remember who you are. You are a very good looking young man and I admit sometimes I look at you like a woman would look at a handsome man and maybe I led you on."

I blushed. "I look at you the same way. The wine let me act on it." We looked at each other, a little startled at the candidness of what we had just said, that we had both been thinking about this for a while, not just tonight. Something had been acknowledged that wouldn't have been ordinarily, and now it was out in the open. "I'm glad you're not mad." 

"No, honey, I'm not mad." But she still looked concerned, thoughtful, as if she were considering something serious she hadn't thought of before. 

She turned back to the stove and pretended to stir the stew and then started on a salad. Her back was to me and her shoulders were a little slumped, turned inward, like her thoughts, and I felt another wave of remorse coupled with another wave of desire. I stepped over to her and put my hands on her shoulders. "I'm so sorry, mom." But she turned to me and put her arms around me and pulled me to her. 

"That's alright honey," she said, and then I was kissing her again. But it was different, as though we both knew a line had been crossed and something had changed. I kissed her again, my mouth open, tongue probing a little, like a lover. And she didn't pull away. I moved my hands to her breasts again and this time she just moaned and leaned into me. Our kiss went on, my tongue probing, her tongue meeting mine. Her breasts were so soft and I was cupping and squeezing them. She pushed her front against me and I pushed back, my hard cock now uncomfortably at an angle. I reached down to push it up and the back of my hand was against her front, against her pussy, and I turned it and rubbed her mound. 

"Oh, Tommy," she said. "We can't." But her breath was coming short and hard, and she wasn't pulling away. "Tommy, Tommy," she was saying. I pulled her blouse free of her skirt and felt the coolness of her back, the smoothness of her skin, moving up to her bra and unhooking it. I will never forget the release of her breasts, their heaviness against me when freed and for the first time touched them and felt her nipples hard and pointed. 

We were kissing again and I heard her moans as I cupped and kneaded them. My cock was as hard as it's ever been. "I want you to see it," I said, and I unzipped my pants and pulled it out. I had measured before. It was seven inches of thick, hot, hard muscle straining toward her. I grabbed her hand and pushed it down. She gasped at first touch and then grabbed it and held it. 

My hands were on her breasts, feeling their marvelous soft denseness, our mouths exploring each other, my other hand moving down to her pussy, rubbing it. "Oh Tommy," she said to me. "Hurry, please hurry. Right here." She sank down to the floor, the kitchen vinyl floor, and I sank down with her. Like something folding down. We were on the floor. I opened my belt and pushed my pants and underwear down. I moved up, over her, on my knees, my cock standing up, looking down at her, then pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties down and off. She raised her hips to help me.

I opened her blouse up past her breasts, leaving them free, and looked at her, "Hurry, Tommy, don't talk. Just hurry. I don't want to think," she said. And I looked down at her, at her full breasts with their dark nipples, erect and standing, and down to her pussy with its thick brown soft hair, a little crinkly, and I kissed her, her mouth now completely open to me, her tongue probing. "Tommy, Tommy, hurry, please!" she said. 

I had my cock in my hand, rubbing it on her pussy, up and down on her slit, probing a little. . She opened her legs wider. "Yes, yes, hurry." She reached down and grabbed my cock and put the head in her opening and I pushed in and felt myself engulfed in her warmth and heat. And we both groaned. "Oh, yes, Tommy honey, fuck me, baby" she said. She had her arms around my neck, pulling me to her to kiss her, my cock completely inside her, and just beginning to stroke her. "Faster honey, hurry. Fuck me harder, baby".

I started pumping, slow and then a little faster. "Yes, yes, that's it, honey. You feel so good." I started to fuck her faster, harder, pushing my cock all the way in on each stroke, pushing hard and fast. "That's it, baby." Breathing hard, "That's how." Her hands were rubbing my back, her legs around me. "Mmmm, You're so good." Fucking her faster. "Tommy, baby!" 

Just then the door bell rang. "Shit!" she said. I was shocked. I had never heard her say that word. "It's Jane! Jesus! Shit!" she said. "Stop! We have to stop!"

I pulled out of her and stood up. She got up too, put her breasts back in the bra and reached around to clip it, then got her panties and put them on, pulling them up, me staring at her, wordless, in shock over what had almost happened, my cock sticking out, still hard and wet from her. She smoothed her skirt and blouse, preoccupied, then looked at me and down at my cock. "Tommy, fix yourself. Jane is here. We have to open the door. Act normal," she said, as if I wouldn't. "Hurry! Go in the bathroom and fix yourself, Tommy." She looked at me. "Hurry baby." She reached down and squeezed my cock. "Later. How do I look? Am I smeared?" 

"You're fine," I said. She smiled at me as I left for the bathroom and she turned to go to the door. 

I went into the bathroom and thought of illegal fish kills and homeless people to get the my goddamn cock down. "Hi all," I heard Jane say. "What a wonderful evening!" I checked my face, still all blotchy, and wiped mom's lipstick off my mouth. Smoothed my hair. Jesus! I couldn't believe what had just happened! I stood by the toilet peeing, thinking, trying to calm down. Time to go out. 

I went into the kitchen. Mom and Jane were talking. "Hi, Tom," Jane greeted me, her face all smiles. 

"Hi, Jane. Nice to see you," I said. 

Jane was in a black sweater and short black skirt, almost like mom. She had the same wonderful figure, of course. Mom looked at me. Her earlier smile had been modified by anxiety and strain. I wondered what was on her mind.

Dinner was uneventful. Jane told us about her adjustment problems. Mom and I listened, exchanging glances every now and then. I couldn't read her face, but Jane didn't seem to notice anything. 

The stew was wonderful. We had some more wine after dinner, at the table, talking and laughing some more. Mom seemed to relax gradually and was almost her usual self when Jane announced she was tired and needed to go home and get to bed early. It was only about 8:30. 

"Good idea," mom said. "I'm tired too." She looked at me. "Tommy, why don't you walk Jane home?" 

"Sure," I said. We carried our dishes into the kitchen and put them in the sink, running some water over them.

"I don't know why I'm so tired," mom said. "I think I'll leave these for tomorrow." 

"Can I help?" Jane asked. 

"No, no," mom said. She put the leftover stew in the refrigerator while Jane and I walked to the door. 

"Goodnight June," Jane called. "Thanks for the wonderful dinner. See you soon." 

I opened the door for Jane and she stepped out. I looked over at mom and she was looking back at me, the mixture of anxiety and strain back on her face. "See you soon," I said and I was out the door.

Jane and I fell into an easy pace, matching each other's steps. The evening was just right, still in the mid-60's, quiet and with the warm air still fragrant with spring in the fading light. I looked over at Jane, admiring how lovely she looked and noticing her breasts moving a little as she walked. I put my arm around her waist and she moved closer to me so we were almost touching. And then she put her arm around my waist, and we were touching, I could feel the gentle touch of her breast against my side and her hip against mine. 

"Your mom seemed a little quiet tonight," she said. "Everything OK?" 

"Sure," I said. 

"I think she's just tired. She's been working a lot lately. She loves you so much," she said. "I don't think she is looking forward to you leaving." 

"I'm not either," I said. 

Jane looked up at me. "Spend as much time with her as you can, Tom. I hope you can do that." 

"Yes, I will," I said. 

"You're a great kid, Tommy," Jane said, and smiled up at me, pulling me a little closer to her and pressing her breast against my side. I smiled back at her and almost bent to kiss her. I was still riled up. We walked along in silence, listening to each other and the evening, until we reached her door. She took her keys from her pocket and opened her door. She turned to me. "Would you like to come in?" she asked. 

"I should be going home," I said. 

"OK, " she said. Then she moved forward and put her hand on the back of my neck and kissed me, her mouth open a little, feeling her breath and her fingers on my neck, smelling her perfume. 

She leaned against me. "Mmmm Tommy," she said, as she turned toward the door. "That was nice." She smiled at me. "Well, goodnight. By the way, can you help me with some shelving I just got? In the next few days?" 

"Sure," I said. "Let me know when." 

"OK," she said. "Goodnight, Tom." And the door closed.

Tommy had been replaced by Tom, I thought, as I was walking back home, my cock semi-hard from the kiss. And now. What now. I started to walk faster, hurrying toward my mom, toward completing what we had started. The thought of her face full of desire, her skin, my belly against hers, her soft breasts and my hard cock in her warm pussy. My god!

When I got home the house was dark. I went up to my room without turning anything on, took off my clothes and walked naked into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, waiting for the hot water, and looked at myself in the mirror. Six feet. About 175. A good athletic body, I thought, the result of a couple of years of training in the weight room and just the rigors of high school football and track. I was in good shape.

I looked down at my cock, my guy so eager all the time. I was about 3 inches soft and 7 hard. Cut and nicely shaped. Medium size balls, now filled and heavy with cum as I held them in my hand, the package surrounded by thick but soft brown hair. 

I stepped into the shower and gave myself a good scrubbing, then dried off and put on just a little lotion here and there. Some deodorant. Kidding myself about making myself smell nice but I wanted to be clean, and I was nervous. Then, lights off, padding down the hall to her room, naked, my cock about 1/3 hard swaying in front of me as I walked. 

I didn't knock. I just walked in and went over to her bed, my cock getting harder with each step. Mom was on her side, away from me. I pulled back the sheet and slid in beside her. Her pale blue nightie was sheer and I could see there was no bra strap but she was wearing panties, the same shade of light blue. I just reached out to her shoulder and turned her toward me. 

Her eyes opened. "Tommy! What are you doing?" I kissed her and moved my hand to her breast, its warm, fullness in my hand and feeling her nipple get hard. I tweaked it between my thumb and forefinger. My cock was now full and hard, and pressing against her leg. She shook her head away from my mouth. "Tommy! Stop!" she said. "I've been thinking. We can't do this! It's wrong!" 

"Oh yes we can," I said. I felt like a train and nothing was going to stop me. I kissed her again, squeezing her breast, making her moan. 

"Tommy! Please stop!" she said, and I could hear her anxiety. I moved my hand up under her nightie and under her panties to her pussy, her legs tight together, my fingers rubbing her full bush, the same soft brown hair I had, my finger slipping between her lips. "Oh Tommy! Please honey! Don't!" 

But I thought I heard a slight weakening of her resistance. "Mom, you know we want it" I was breathing hard but still calm and focused. "Mom, it is time." I was whispering, talking fast. "We came so close earlier. It's all I can think of. I have to have you." "

Oh, Tommy," she said. "Tommy!" I kissed her again. And she relaxed and kissed me back. I moved my hand away from her pussy back to her breast, pulling her nightie up, and cupped her other breast, squeezing and rubbing her nipple. She was breathing so much faster! "Oh Tommy, Oh Tommy!" she said. I kissed her again, this time pushing my tongue in her mouth, and she responded, kissing me back, a full lovers' kiss. 


Mom Finally Becomes June Ch. 02



(Edited)

(My first story ended after my mother and I became lovers. This is part of what happened the next day.)

I woke up late that next morning, a Saturday. I looked over at mom, June. She was fast asleep. I got out of bed quietly and walked down the hall to the second bathroom. I was still half hard and had to bend a little to hit the toilet. I must have peed for 30 seconds. The night had been full of passion and pleasure but what would be her reaction this morning, when we looked at each other? I brushed my teeth and walked back down the hall to see how she was doing. She had moved but was still asleep, on her back, her hair spread out against the pillow, her arms up, her head to the side, the sheet just covering her breasts. Her mouth was open a little. She looked wonderful, calm, at peace, but I felt a stab of fear that she would regret last night and say we could not do this again. I went downstairs, still naked, to make coffee. It was 10:30. Outside the sun shone brightly, another beautiful, bright spring day well underway. I walked over to the window by the breakfast table, looking outside at the robins, jays and finches jumping from tree to tree, chirping, sounding happy. Hard to think of them as ex-dinosaurs. I felt calm and confident, comfortable in my nakedness, proud of my well-used cock. I would wait for the coffee, then take a couple of cups upstairs to her bed. I wanted to fuck her again.

When the coffee was ready I poured myself a cup and returned to the window, one foot on the sill, sipping with one hand, absently fondling my cock and balls with the other, sort of prepping them, getting them ready. I was thinking of her last night, seeing her as I had never seen her before, lost in passion and pleasure, her body open to me, straining toward me, welcoming me inside her, her whole being responding to me without reservation or inhibition, her hands on me pulling me to her, her moans of pleasure. And I thought I had known her before! No more jerking off for me, I thought. The real thing is so incomparably much better. 

I glanced to the side and saw our neighbor, Mrs. Wollinski, barefoot on her back deck in her blue t-shirt and white shorts, up on her tip-toes, leaning out, watering her plants in their planter boxes. She noticed me and waved and I waved back. Not a bad looking woman, in her 30's or early 40's somewhere, pretty, friendly face, nice smile, short brown hair, big tits, good legs and ass. I wondered if her pussy lived up to her name. Maybe, in Polish, "wol" meant pussy hair, and "linski" meant thick and full. She takes care of herself, I thought. Her husband is keeping her happy, even with his beer gut. I thought about doing her, coming up behind her at a party maybe, surprising her in the kitchen, arms around her waist then up to her full tits in her sweater, cupping them, my lips to her ears, pressing my cock against her butt, whispering how hot I have always thought she was and how I really wanted to fuck her. And she saying oh Tommy, you shouldn't, I mean, not here, my husband.... Wondering how tight her pussy would be, how she would look underneath me, her face full of the same kind of pleasure I had seen in my mom. There was a thin white curtain over the bottom half of the window so she could not see below my waist but I don't think I would have cared if she could have. I felt cool and calm. Fucking my mother violated just about every moral precept I had ever been taught but all I felt was liberated. 

I turned away from the window and walked back into the kitchen, thinking that if she looked over again Mrs. Wollinski would be able to see me naked from behind and I was hoping she could. I went to the phone and dialed Jane's number.

"Hey, Jane," I said, when she answered. 

"Tom... Hi," she said. She sounded sleepy, still in bed. 

"Need help with the shelves?" I asked. "I could come over this afternoon."

"Oh... yes, " she said. "When?"

"About 4? Too late?"

"No, that's fine," she said. "Where's June."

"Asleep," I said. 

There was a pause. "It might take a couple of hours," she said. 

"Fine," I said.

"It will be hot today," she said, and paused again. "I'll put some beer on ice for you, Tommy." She sounded wide awake now and I could hear the smile on her face.

I skipped a beat, too, before I said, "See you at 4."

Another short pause. "See you then," she said.

"Looking forward to it, Jane."

"Me, too. Tommy." Another pause. "Bye."

I had gone back to stroking my cock while talking to her and I was half hard when I hung up. The pauses-- there seemed to be some tension between us. I thought of the kiss when I left her, and how soft her lips were. 

I went back to the kitchen, re-filled my cup and got a tray for mom, filled a carafe from the pot, got a cup and saucer and a spoon and napkin, some cream and sugar, and went back to her room. I set the tray by her night stand, walked around to the other side of the bed, putting my cup down on the other night stand. She stirred as I settled in, and the aroma of the coffee woke her up. She opened her eyes, stretched her arms, then looked over at me, a big smile spreading over her lovely face. "Darling!" she said. I felt a wave of relief. 

"Good morning, mom," I said, and kissed her, her wonderful soft lips opening to me, her arms around my neck. I pulled her to me, feeling her breasts against my chest. I was hard again.

"Tom," she said, breaking the kiss and pulling back. She brushed her hair away from her eyes and then put her hand with her cool fingertips on my chest. She looked straight at me. "So... about last night," she said slowly, searching my eyes. "Any regrets? About what we did?"

"No." I said. "No regrets, none." 

"Oh darling, what a relief!" I could see the tension leave her shoulders and she kissed me again. "I thought you might feel bad." She slipped her hand down to cup my balls and stroke my cock. 

"I was worried about you, too" I said. "I just feel liberated."

"I feel the same way. Wait, honey."

She got up. I watched her, her strong, straight back tapering to her narrow waist then flaring out to her lovely bottom, as she skipped into the bathroom, her flesh shaking a little. I reached over and poured her a cup of coffee and listened to her strong stream in the bowl. Just like being married, I thought. The toilet flushed and then I heard water in the sink. She emerged a couple of minutes later looking refreshed. She walked over to the bed, her full breasts swaying, her eyes full of amusement. She was something! Those breasts! That pussy! What a woman! 

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, staring at her as if she were an apparition.

She got into bed, sitting up, reached for her coffee and sipped. "Thank you," she said. "This is wonderful!"

The phone rang. She put the cup down and picked up the receiver. "Hello," she said, and then there was silence. I heard the quacky sound of a female voice and then she said, "When?" Then, "OK." She put the receiver down. "One of the nurses is sick. I have to fill in."

"When?"

"1:00."

"How long?"

"I'm not sure. At least until 9:00, I think."

"Damn," I said. 

"Yes," she said.. She picked up her cup and sipped some more coffee.

"We have some time," I said.

She held the cup in both hands, taking rapid sips, then set the cup down, sliding back down on the bed, facing me. "Yes," she said.

"All I want to do is fuck you." I looked at her to see if she would wince when I used the f word and we were just talking, but she didn't. 

"Mmmm. My nice young man," she said. She brushed my cheek with her hand. "Last night was the best night of my life. You were wonderful." 

Her hand slipped back down to my cock and balls, stroking and cupping, her fingernails on the underside of my shaft. I shifted a little and opened my legs for her, my cock hard and ready. 

"Such wonderful equipment you have, darling, I love to play with it."

I reached out to her, running my finger across her lips, down to her throat, then my hand to her breasts, alternating between them, marveling at their fullness and dense softness, my finger back and forth across her nipples. I kissed her mouth then moved down to her neck and to her breast, taking her nipple in my mouth. 

She was watching me, a smile on her face. "Hold on Tommy. I want to do you for a while." 

I lay back, waiting, one hand in her hair. She kissed me and then started working her mouth down to my neck, to my nipples, pulling each one into her mouth, sucking and biting a little, one hand still stroking my cock and balls. 

"Oh, mom," I said.

"Like that, baby?" she asked, without looking up at me. Down to my belly, her tongue in my navel. Then lower to my hard cock. I strained up to meet her.

"Mama wants to suck her baby's cock," she said, looking up at me. Then she put her mouth on the head, making her lips a little tight, as if I was pushing into her pussy. I reached down to her and lifted up as my cock parted her lips and entered her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head and shaft and then took me all the way. My hands were in her hair, rubbing her ears. I opened my legs wider and lifted myself to her, fucking her mouth. She stroked me up and down, sucking on my cock, swirling her tongue on the bulb. I was getting close.

"Mom, please, I'll cum," I said. "Get up here."

"Mmm. If you insist," she said. She moved up and lay on top of me, her breasts against mine, her pussy rubbing my cock. She said, her voice low and throaty, "You should know, Tommy, my darling, that I love it in my mouth. I love sucking it." 

I rolled over until I was on top of her. "Now I'm going to do you. You'll beg me to stop before I'm through," I said, and kissed her hard, my hands to her breasts and sides, rubbing my cock back and forth on her pussy. Then I started down, to her neck, kissing and licking, down to her breasts.

"Yes, Tommy," she sighed, "suck my breasts, baby." I was licking and sucking her hard nipple, nibbling a little at it, running my tongue over it. It made her twitch and move her chest from side to side. I wanted to fuck her right then but I moved my head further down, her hands on my shoulders, pushing me lower, kissing her belly, then down to her pussy, licking and kissing as I went. She shifted her weight and opened her legs wider. 

I ran my fingers through her soft fur, then put my thumb in her pussy and rubbed her small hole with my middle finger. 

"Oh, honey, yes," she said. She opened her legs even wider for me, shifting her weight, lifting up so she was up and offered to me. My mouth was over her hood and I licked it, pushing down with my tongue. 

"Oh, god, Tommy, yes." I put my thumb inside her as deep as I could and rubbed her small hole with my middle finger and then pushed it in. My tongue was inside her lips, up around her clit. It was hard and I licked all around it but not on it. 

"Please, Tommy, please," she said. I was rocking her with my thumb and finger, back and forth, and kissing her pussy. She was moving her hips this way and that, twitching. 

"Please, please, Tommy, please touch it. I'm so close!" 

I moved to her clit and flicked it with my tongue, and then kissed it, a full kiss, sucking her clit in my mouth, and she exploded, shuddering then thrashing on the bed. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Tommy!!" She was holding my head, pushing me against her pussy, lifting herself to me. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Yesssssssss. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I kept licking and sucking, tasting her cum as she rocked her hips from side to side, her fingers in my hair. 

"Oh Jesus, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy!" she said, turning her head from side to side, lost in pleasure. I moved back up, kissing her body as I went, until I was lying on top of her, my weight not quite fully on her, kissing her mouth, moving my belly against hers, back and forth, then slowing down, and we stayed like that, quiet, for a few moments.

"You taste so nice, mom... June," I said, finally breaking the silence.

"Tommy, honey, call me June, call me mom, call me mommy, call me what you like."

"I'm your motherfucker," I said. 

"Yes, you are." she said, "Do you like that word? Do you like to call yourself that?" she asked.. She was looking at me, her eyebrows knitted a little.

"Not really," I said. "I'm your lover." Funny how you learn sometimes. You say something that isn't right and realize why and know you will never do that again. I would never think of myself as a motherfucker again.

"Yes," she said. She smiled at me. "That's much better." 

She smelled like fresh bread. I rimmed her ear with my tongue and she shivered. Then I kissed her soft, full mouth, looking at her, her eyes all smoky with love and desire.

She took my cock and rubbed it on her opening. She moved her hips a little and opened her legs wider and I pushed into her hot, wet pussy in one stroke. I began fucking her slowly, looking in her eyes, kissing her. I reached down and hooked my arms under her legs, lifting them to my shoulders, and began fucking her faster with full strokes, penetrating as deep as I could.

"Oh yes, that's it, baby," she said. "Your cock feels so good. Give it to me hard, honey. Fuck me hard, baby." 

Her arms were around my neck, her lips at my neck and ear, whispering to me. I felt her heat holding my cock, sliding all the way in, all the way out. I was concentrating on her pussy, how it held and caressed my cock, every tiny fraction of an inch of it, it seemed to me, stroked by her hot wet cunt. My cock felt like it was a foot long as I fucked her in an easy, steady rhythm, in and out, a nice rocking motion, our bodies moving together so nicely, smoothly, like I had been riding her all my life.

She moved her legs off my shoulders and down on the bed, then moved them together, under me. I moved my legs outside hers and pressed them together, my cock still stroking her. 

"Yes, that's it, baby," she said. "Pin me, honey. I love it when I can't move. When I am all yours," she said. 

I looked down at her eyes, alive with love and deep pleasure, looking in my eyes as if she could see inside me, at my mouth, her lips moving, her hands on my sides and back, up and down, stroking me, to my bottom, pulling me to her, her soft breasts against my chest, pulling my mouth to hers, kissing me, her skin blotchy with blood, her body alive and moving under me, pinned but wanting to move, and the tension making her orgasm begin to build. 

"Fuck me faster, Tommy, baby," she said. "Faster, honey."

I started stroking faster, harder, plunging all the way in on each stroke, concentrating on my cock and how good her pussy felt, and her body as it moved under me. Her legs together made her even tighter and holding her, pinning her made me fuck her harder. I was getting close. She opened her legs again and wrapped them around my waist.

"Oh, lover, this is so good," she said.

"I'm close, mom," I said. 

"Cum in me, baby! Hurry," she said.

I started fucking even faster until my cumming took over and I felt it rising past the time of stopping and I just fucked faster and faster until I rammed hard into her, spurting my cum into her, jamming my cock hard into her, feeling my cum jet into her, the intense pleasure of orgasm spreading over my body.

"Baby, I'm almost there," she said, as I plunged into her over and over, her hands on my back rubbing up and down until she yelled, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! 

I kept stroking her, but slowed a little, feeling her body begin to relax but still moving under me, her face and skin flushed from her climax, slowly coming down, breathing slower, her face full of pleasure, still inward looking, caught up in her afterglow .

"Thank you, Tommy, baby," she said, finally. And I told her she was welcome. Seeing the satisfaction on her face was almost as good as the pleasure I was feeling. I felt so comfortable with her. The anxiety about the first time now seemed a whole mental life removed. I had become someone else. We stayed connected like that for a few minutes until my exhausted cock slipped out and I moved off her, laying side by side, touching, kissing, but quiet, just being together, close and comfortable.

After a few minutes she asked, "What are you going to do today?"

"Jane asked me to come over to help her put up some bookshelves. This afternoon."

She absorbed that news and was quiet for a few moments. "Tommy," she said, "I have a suggestion."

I waited for her. She was thinking and I loved watching her put her thoughts together. She had a hand on her forehead, a couple of fingers touching it, and she was looking away. Then she turned to me, smiling. "Darling, I know I can't keep you forever, although I'm going to try. But, listen, Jane likes you. I don't mind. She needs someone, a man. Someone like you. Why don't you do her?" She inched a little closer to me and slid her hand down my chest to my wet cock. "She would love this, like I do. I know. I know what she is thinking. Being twins, we always know what the other is thinking ."

I didn't know what to say. "You're joking. Do you think she knows about us."

"She might suspect. She thinks like me. Why not? She needs someone, a good man, and you are certainly that. I would love it if you would do her." 

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me. I want you to. And you will be in my bed at night. A woman needs it, Tommy. I know she does. She needs a man. She needs sex, a man's hard cock in her. She loves it, like I do."

"She wouldn't want me to. "

"Yes, she would . I've seen her look at you. Just try. Flirt with her and see what happens. You might be surprised." She paused. "But then you will be doing another woman just like me," she said, smiling shyly at me. 

"You mean it."

"Yes, I do." She looked at me and laughed again. "You are pretty easily convinced. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it." She gave my cock a tug. "I like the idea of it. I'd like to watch, as a very interested bystander."

We lay that way, close to each other for a few more minutes, not talking, stroking each other, kissing, and then she said, "I have to get ready. Damn!" She swung a leg over me, straddling me, leaning forward, moving her breasts back and forth over my mouth, her nipples standing out hard. "Why don't you think about it, darling. Do that, honey."

"Alright," I said. 

She got up and went into the bathroom.

"I'll make us something to eat, " I called after her.

"Wonderful," she said, and I heard the water start for her shower.

I went downstairs and started breakfast. Bacon and eggs, The coffee in the pot I had made earlier was still hot. I was naked but put on an apron to cook the bacon.

Mom came down in a few minutes, wearing a plain dress and little make-up, her hair pinned back in a bun. She looked almost prim. 

"I hope you're not wearing that apron to eat." she said. "I like looking at you."

I took it off and served us both the eggs, bacon, toast and some coffee. We sat down, she right beside me. We were both very hungry after all that sex. The food was wonderful. 

"You see her at 4:00?" she asked me, after we had cleared the table and put the dishes in the washer. 

"Yes," I said. 

"I'd better be going or I'll be late. I'll be thinking of you. Really, Tommy, flirt with her and see what happens." 

"I will," I said.

I walked with her over to the door. "I'll see you this evening," she said. "Thank you again for a wonderful morning," she said, and kissed me. She pressed against me and ran her hands up and down my back and bottom. "You can use me, you know, Tommy. I want you to. You can do whatever you want, whenever you want it."

I started to get hard again and she noticed. "I hope you will save that for Jane," she said, smiling, kissing me again and giving my cock a last squeeze. "Bye honey. See you later." And she was out the door and gone.




Mom Finally Becomes June Ch. 02



I watched her get into the car from the kitchen window, waving to her as she backed out, then walked back over to the window by the table and looked out again to the back yard. Mrs. Wollinski--Karen was her first name-- was sitting out on her porch, reading, still in her t-shirt and shorts. I thought I would take a nap, get some sleep, before going over to Jane's. Then I heard a faint phone ringing from her house. She turned her head at the sound and got up. She glanced over at my window and I caught her eye again. She smiled and waved, a nice, wide, warm, red-lipped smile, her white teeth gleaming, and I waved back. She looked so very good with those full tits pushing that thin t-shirt and her nice legs with her firm thighs and nice bottom encased in her tight shorts. Women, I thought. We keep talking about paradise as if it was somewhere else when it's right in front of us a good part of the time.

I went upstairs and got in mom's bed, now our bed. I could smell her in the rumpled sheets. I fell asleep almost immediately, thinking about mom and her pussy and her tits and her wonderful body, her unrestrained passion and how good we were together. And now the possibility of Jane, too. It was almost too much and yet, I knew, it was just beginning. 



Mom Finally Becomes June Ch. 03



(It has been a while since Chapter Two and readers may want to read the first two chapters. As always I very much appreciate your comments.)

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June, my mom, on the bed, on her hands and knees. I, behind her, kneeling, my cock stiff as steel and balls deep in her hot pussy, fucking her as hard as I can, holding her hips and slamming deep, loving the sucking sound and the slap slap slap as my belly hits her ass, her butt flesh quivering.

Mom groaning, throwing her head up and down and from side to side, her hands gripping the headboard, her breasts swinging back and forth, pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts.

I look down at my cock, feeling every inch caressed and enveloped by her tight pussy, and see with amazement how it is growing, already the size of a salami but ribbed like an ear of corn, about 10 inches long and swelling.

Mom moaning yes yes yes, don't stop. Then, God I can't take any more.

It is still getting bigger and thicker, almost 4 inches across and 12 inches long. Ommmmmmmmmmmm, she is saying, please Tommy, it's too big!! But I keep ramming it home harder.

Then, oddly, for the first time, I notice Jane, standing in the corner by the bed, naked, one hand on her full breasts, kneading them, the other on her pussy, stroking it, rubbing her thighs together, licking her lips, staring at us, at me, her face flushed.

Amazingly, Karen Wollinski walks in, wearing a pink blouse with two buttons open at the top and a very short, pleated, mid-thigh black skirt. She says she and her husband, Walter, can hear the yelling from next door, saying Tommy, what are you doing. Then, realizing what is happening, shrieking Christ! You are fucking your mother! I am surprised at her language. Mom lifts her head, telling her to shut up. My cock gets even bigger. Karen looks at Jane, saying mom's crazy. Jane doesn't take her eyes off me, as if she didn't hear Karen.

Mom is moving her ass back and forth, her tits swinging under her. I am too close to cumming to stop. Mom looks up at Karen, again, and tells her to shut up. Walter walks into the room saying what's going on. I inform him that I am fucking my mother. Karen is yelling oh my god oh my god. For the third time mom tells Karen to shut up. Walter tells me, in his stiff, prudish way that, well young man, you're going to have some explaining to do.

Karen suddenly calms down, looks at mom's face all contorted with pleasure. She looks at me as I ram my monster into her and says, you know, maybe it's not so bad. She looks at me, smiling, and says Hi. I smile back. She pulls her blouse free of her skirt, unbuttons the rest of it, and starts rubbing her breasts that billow up over her sheer pink bra. She asks if I would like to fuck her. She says Walter isn't interested anymore. Still thrusting, I look at her and say sure I would like that very much. She looks at Walter and tells him to watch and says he should try that sometime. She says it feels good and women like it, Walter.

Jane is now staring just at me, her red tongue wetting her full lips, her brown eyes smoky and hot, one hand with her red-painted fingernails still rubbing her pussy, her thick, brown pubic hair wet and glistening, her other hand on her beautiful milky breasts with their tiny blue veins, their whiteness framed by her tan. She's tugging and pinching her nipples. Her thighs, tight together, rubbing back and forth. Walter has taken his pants down and has his cock out. He is jerking himself, his chalky-white, fat belly with its thin mat of dark hair hanging down. He steps over to mom and begins feeling her soft, yielding tits with his other hand. Mom smiles up at him. She raises her head to Karen and asks her if she would mind if she sucks Walter's cock. I hear a phone ring. No one reacts. I think it's Karen's cell phone. Karen, still caressing her breasts, not looking away from me, her eyes glazed, says sure be my guest. 

The phone rings again. Still no reaction. I tell Karen to answer her phone and Karen mouths the words to me that she doesn't have a phone. The phone nobody has rings a third time. I am still pumping away at mom, almost there, almost cumming. Mom is moaning, swaying her butt back and forth and pushing back at me, saying yes yes yes, sounding like she is close, too. A fourth ring. Mom turns her head to the side and takes Walter's smallish cock in her mouth. Someone says answer the goddamn phone and someone else says what phone.... 

I opened my eyes after the fifth ring and reached over, quick, to pick up before the answering machine kicked in. I managed a distracted, "Hello."

"Hi, Tommy," said Jane, brightly. "It's almost 4:30. Are you coming over?"

Wow! I fell back on the bed. "Yes," I said. "I feel asleep." What a dream! I was still trying to clear my head. "Sorry. I'll be right over."

"Is June there?" 

"She's been called in to cover for someone. She'll have to work late."

"Oh, too bad. I was going to invite her for dinner. Can you stay? After the shelves?"

"Sounds great," I said. "I'll be right over." 

"See you soon," she said, and we hung up.

I turned over, the dream not quite faded, then got out of bed, my cock still half hard, hurrying into the bathroom for a quick shower. I was shocked at how real it seemed. My idea of Karen Wollinski had sure changed, the thought of fucking her having entered my mind big time. I took a few minutes, relaxing under the hot water, soaping my skin, making sure I was clean. Then I dried myself, put on a sleeveless sweatshirt and jeans and was out the door. Just as I cleared the carport I heard Karen calling me. She was in her front yard, street-side, working her flower beds. 

"Tommy, hi." she said. She got up and walked a few steps toward me.

"Hi, Mrs. Wollinski." An image of her, her blouse unbuttoned, rubbing her breasts in her pink bra, lingered and it took me a split second to put her clothes back on.

"Walter isn't home," she said, smiling at me. "One of the planter boxes fell. The bolt gave out. I think the wood is rotten. Can you help me put it back? I can't reach that high."

"Sure," I said, and I followed her inside. 

"It will just take a second," she said, "I don't want to hold you up." She had changed from breakfast when I saw her on the porch and now wore blue shorts, a white blouse and blue sandals, her pretty feet accented by red toe-nail polish. 

"Beautiful day today," she said. I was walking just behind her, noticing the wide bra strap under her blouse, watching her firm butt cheeks moving from side to side in a kind of double-jointed action, her flip-flop sandals making smacking sounds on her heels as she walked briskly through the house toward the back porch. It was cool and shady inside. She had her shoulders back, and her breasts pushed against the blouse fabric, outlining them nicely. 

"Here," she said, when we had reached the back porch and walked to the side where she had been sitting this morning. We were standing at the rail, just across from our house. She handed me a heavy-duty eye-bolt and a vise grip. 

"Can you put it right about there?" she asked, stretching and pointing up to the porch roof cover beam. I could see the rotten spot where the bolt had given way. The stretch pushed her breasts against the blouse again. I could see the jab of her nipples.

I reached up with the bolt, testing a little here and there until I found a good spot. "How about here?"

"That would be great, Tommy." I clamped the vise grip around the eye of the bolt, reached up, got it started after a few tries, and screwed it in. She went over and got the planter box with its fresh potting soil and carried it over to me. I got the wire into the eye of the bolt and stepped back. Karen brought a little more water for the plant as a sort of finishing touch, stretching up to sprinkle it, again pushing her breasts against her blouse and we both stepped back to admire our work. Just then my eye dropped to our house and the window by the breakfast table that I had been standing at this morning and saw that the curtain I thought was giving me cover had done no such thing. It was better than nothing but not much. Karen had had a veiled but clear enough view of me as I sipped my coffee and played with myself.

"The box fell after I watered it this morning," she said. "Just after I saw you. I must have put too much in it." She was smiling at me, looking amused. "But, I got it cleaned up and now you've fixed it for me! Thanks Tommy. I love to sit out here on nice mornings. It's so peaceful and quiet and the views are wonderful," she said.

"I'm glad I could help," I said.

"Walter is not very good at things like that," she said. "I'm glad you're next door."

"Anytime," I said, as we made our way back through the house, Karen leading the way, my eyes fixed on her bottom, on those nice cheeks with their slight jiggle moving so easily from side to side. I wanted to stay and talk to her. "I mean it. If your husband isn't around and you need anything, just call."

"Yes, Tommy, I will." she said, as we walked back out to where she had been working. We stopped. She was standing close to me. I turned to her.

"I'm on my way over to Jane's. We're going to put up some shelves."

"Shelves," she said. "How nice to have a young man who's handy with tools to help when you need it."

I was nervous. "I'm no pro but I can get by and I'm at your service, Mrs. Wollinski." What a stupid thing to say, I thought. I was so flustered by my dream memory and her standing so close to me. I couldn't help but look at her, allowing my eyes to take her in, a full scan of her face, her firm breasts, her shorts, her shapely legs.

"I'll remember that, Tommy. Thanks again, and you can call me Karen." She was looking directly at me, a small friendly smile on her face. It seemed to me that she was noticing me looking at her and saying I am letting you look at me and I don't mind. 

"We've been neighbors for years and I don't think we have ever talked this much," I said. 

"I know," she said. "I hope we can change that. How old are you now, Tommy."

"Nineteen," I said.

"Wow, nineteen. All grown up." She laughed. She looked wistful for a moment, her eyes down, then came back to the moment. "Yes, I have some projects I've put off because Walter is so busy or doesn't have the time, or doesn't want to." A slight frown crossed her face. "I could use some help if you wouldn't mind."

Mind? Are you kidding? "Sure, Mrs. Wollinski, Karen," I said, and I noticed a little tremor in my voice. "I would be happy to help you. Just call."

"Thank you, Tommy, I will," she said, smiling at me again. 

"I should be going. Bye, Karen,"

"Bye, Tommy," she said, watching me as I turned and started down the sidewalk.

It must have been about 85 degrees and I started sweating as I hurried over to Jane's, arriving just after 5:00. 

"Hi," I called out from the entry way, walking in the open door of her ground-floor condo. "Sorry, Jane, I was asleep." I shut the door.

She was bending down to pick up some books she had been piling at the base of the wall, below where the shelves were going to go. 

She had a two bedroom unit on the ground floor. A small but adequate living room in coordinated tans and browns, with the back wall where the shelves would go a darker brown. There was a propane fireplace, impressionist prints on the walls and some flowers, a stereo and television combo, a couch, a coffee table and a couple of chairs. An open slider off the eating area led to a patio that had a table, chairs, barbecue and two lounges. Beyond the patio was a small lawn with a few feet of garden planted with more flowers that were in full bloom and a high gray cedar fence behind that. It was all quite cozy and comfortable. 

"Woof!" she said, straightening up and looking at me. "That's OK, Tommy, I need a break. It's so hot!" She was wearing a red and white checked blouse with the top buttons opened and white shorts. I could see a little sweat staining the shirt under her arms and on the back of her neck. "I'll get us a beer." She started into the kitchen, her hands tucking strands of her brown hair that had fallen free back into the red bandana she wore on her head, saying "I'm just about ready. I measured everything. I've been moving books out of the boxes I've been keeping them in from the garage. God, books are heavy!" I heard the refrigerator door close and the sound of the bottles on the counter, then a fizz as she opened them and the hollow taps of caps falling on the vinyl countertop, the clink as she set the opener down. She came back into the living room, her face lit up in a smile, looking directly at me, a beer for herself in one hand and extending a tanned arm holding another bottle for me in her red-tipped fingers, condensation clinging to the surface of the bottles. "Here," she said, and plopped down on the sofa. I sat down next to her. She was pulling her blouse away from her chest in and out, using it as fan.

"God, it's hot. This bra is so uncomfortable. You took a nap?"

"Take it off," I said. "Yeah, I didn't get much sleep last night." 

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Jane, get comfortable. Of course I don't mind."

"Okay," she said, "I'll be right back."

She skipped into her bedroom and emerged a minute later in a different blouse, white, not tucked in, the top two buttons undone, her full breasts moving as she came back over to the couch and sat down. 

She turned toward me with her elbow on the sofa back, her head resting on her hand. She had to move her legs some and they opened. I was looking at the smooth skin of her inner thighs, then looked up to her breasts filling her blouse, then up to see her looking at me with an affectionate smile. She took a drink of her beer.

"It's fun to have you here. I need the help."

"At your service," I said.

She took another long drink. "It shouldn't take long."

I found myself looking at her breasts again. She noticed. "I'm glad you like them," she said, and we both laughed.

She got up and showed me where she wanted the shelves. We finished our beer and got to work. The shelves didn't take long. We had them up in an hour, thanks to the prep work she had already done. Then we started putting her books away and I was impressed by the scope of her reading, everything from contemporary history and books on current culture to general history, to poetry and serious and some not-so-serious literature and the usual smattering of self-help books. One caught my eye called "Surviving Divorce."

"Ever hear from Roger?" I asked.

"Too often," she said. "He says he is so terribly sorry and sometimes I feel sorry for him. But I'm not going back." She kicked one of the boxes out of the way for emphasis. "He says he knows he has control problems. Whatever that means." She looked at me. "Whenever someone says that I know he doesn't have any idea what he is talking about. People have to live in Roger's world, be characters in his movie, be who he wants them to be." She was bending down, picking up a few books at a time and wiping the dust off before putting them in their new digs. "Lets him live in the world. Lets him think he's making sense of it." 

"Do you still like him?"

"Some," she said. "But I don't love him anymore and I know I never will. We had a lot of memories together. Almost ten years of them. But the last two were hell. Pretty much like your mom there." She smiled at me. "But, you know, Tommy, some things about marriage are very nice."

"Like?" I was putting books on the shelves, four or five at a time, wiping them off first, like her.

"The sex, for one. But don't get married for it. You can get that anywhere," she said, as she slid her set of Jane Austen in place.

"That's what you think."

"Oh I know. You're impatient. But a handsome young man like you. You'll have lots of pretty girls. The campus will be crawling with them and a lot of them are going to like you." She stooped down to pick up D.H. Lawrence and the blouse with its two buttons undone exposed her breasts almost completely. I was staring at them, transfixed, imagining how they would feel in my hands, then quickly looked away as she straightened up and slid him in next to Jane. 

"We won't let you marry a bimbo just because she looks good," she continued. "Your mom and me. We will stop you. We have to give her our stamp of approval. Otherwise, it's no go for you."

"Yes, ma'am," I said.

The job was finished. We took the boxes the books had been in back out to the garage and tore them flat, then stacked the cardboard for recycling.

"Hungry? Let's eat. We can grill hamburgers."

"Sounds great," I said. I was very, very hungry.

I finished with the boxes while Jane went to the patio to start the charcoal. When I came inside she was in the kitchen opening a bottle of wine. She poured glasses for us both and we went out to the patio, sitting down on her lounges, waiting for the charcoal to get hot enough.

We chatted back and forth for a few minutes, sipping our wine, then put the meat on the grill. We sat back down and talked and drank and listened to the meat sizzling and spitting. She had a device that turned the patties automatically. It was still warm but beginning to cool. A light breeze had started up and the late afternoon light had softened and was beginning to fade. 

Jane went into the kitchen and came back with a green salad. We built our hamburgers and ate them with the salad and the wine, sitting at the patio table. It all tasted great and I was surprised how at home I felt, how comfortable it was being with her. Jane tried to refill her glass but the bottle was empty. She got up and went into the kitchen, returning with a full bottle and refilled our glasses. I had moved from the table back to the lounge chair and she sat down next to me on the other one. We were quiet for a while, talking a bit now and then. She had stretched her legs out. I was admiring her smooth silky skin. I wanted to touch it, reach out and stroke her thigh. I pulled my chaise closer to hers. She was drinking a lot. I wondered why, and found myself hoping that she was trying to get a little drunk. I was feeling very relaxed myself and very very conscious of Jane.

"I love evenings like this, Tommy, but sometimes it gets a little lonely living here. Not that I want to give that up, but, sometimes, you know..."

"What about guys? I would think they would be after you."

"Yes, some are but I haven't met anyone special, or anyone I really want to go out with. I feel guilty letting some guy wine and dine me when I know he's after sex and I know I'm not going to give it to him." She took another sip of her wine.

"I think you look terrific, Jane. You'll find someone you like," and I reached out and stroked that silken thigh. The touch was electric, her skin so smooth and warm. I was startled by the spark between us.

She turned on the lounge toward me and put her hand over my hand on her thigh. "I hope you're right, Tommy. And soon." One creamy breast was trying to get out of the top of the blouse where she had opened the buttons. 

"Do you like them?"

"What..."

"My breasts. You keep looking at them. Do you like them?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to see them?"

"Jane...I don't know...You're my aunt..."

"Would you like to see them?"

"Yes. I guess I would."

"Come inside" she said. She got up and walked into the kitchen. I followed. 

She turned to me at the wall at the back of the kitchen. "Will you do as I tell you?" She was smiling at me again, her eyes taking me in, open and warm.

"Yes," I said.

"Take my blouse off." she said. "Unbutton it and take it off, Tommy. But don't touch them." 

She was looking directly at me. She backed against the wall. I took a step toward her.

"Unbutton it," she said.




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I reached out and undid the remaining buttons of her blouse. She turned around, her back to me. 

"Take it off," she said. 

I slipped it off and tossed it behind me. She raised her arms over her head and turned to me, her full, slightly pendulous breasts moving as she turned, her brown eyes bright with excitement, her skin flushed, her nipples hard. "Do you like them?"

"Jesus, Jane, they're beautiful."

"Can you pour me some more wine?"

I filled her glass and mine. She dropped her arms and clasped her hands behind her back. She was right against the wall. She moved her chest back and forth, making her breasts move.

"Can you give me a sip?"

I put the glass to her lips and tipped it some. She drank but some of the wine ran down her mouth, to her chin, and then dribbled onto her breasts. She was still looking straight into my eyes, smiling, her full lips red from the wine.

"Take my shorts off, Tommy." 

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

I put her glass down and reached out to unbutton them. She shook off her sandals, then got the glass and drank while I pushed them down to her ankles, lifting one leg at a time, helping me get them off. She was standing there, naked except for her white cotton panties. The panties puffed out some from her full patch and a little blotch of moisture showed by her opening.

"May I see you?"

"I don't know, Jane."

"Tommy, please. You said you would do what I told you to do. Take everything off. I want to see you."

I lost the sweatshirt in one motion, then my shoes and socks. The jeans were next. The kitchen floor was littered with our clothes.

"Now your underwear, Tommy."

I pushed my underwear down and stepped free. My hard cock sprang up, pointing at her, straining toward her.

Her eyes dropped. "Mmmm. Very nice, Tommy."

She reached for her glass and took a sip. "Take my panties off, Tommy, but don't touch."

I pushed her panties down very slowly from the sides, hearing the soft hiss of the fabric on her skin, feeling her smooth thighs, watching her pussy appear with its full bush of soft curly hair, smelling her musk. She lifted one foot and when it was free flipped the panties off her other foot. She set the glass down and put her arms over her head again taking the bandana off on the way and tossing it on the counter. She shook her brown hair then turned all the way around once more, giving me a full view of her marvelous body.

"Do you like?"

"Jesus, Jane."

"Would you like to fuck me?"

"Jesus, Jane."

"Is that a 'Yes'?"

"Yes, it's a yes."

"That's much better. I thought you would." 

She stepped toward me and put her arms around me, pressing her body against mine and kissed me, her lips soft and full, parted, her warm breath on my mouth.

"You may touch me now, Tommy. As a matter of fact I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now." 

My hands went to her breasts, feeling their fullness, her hard, jutting nipples, then down to her bottom and I picked her up and sat her on the counter, right at the edge, then hooked my arms under her knees. Her head was down, looking at my cock, its head nestled in her bush.

She looked at me, her eyes cloudy with desire. "Yes, Tommy, right here. Hurry."

She reached down and took the head of my cock, rubbing it up and down at her opening. 

"Push, Tommy. I need you inside me."

I pushed all the way in in one stroke, her warm wetness engulfing me.

She started. "Oh!" she said. "Oh, yes," and her arms went around my neck and she kissed me.

I began fucking her with long steady strokes, then picked her off the counter, her legs around my waist, and started unsteadily out the kitchen toward the living room, stopping on the way, pushing her against the hall wall, fucking up into her harder, faster, then out to the living room. I managed to get her down on the rug without leaving her till she was on her back with her legs up and open, her arms around my neck then rubbing my back and bottom, saying yes yes yes as I plunged my cock into her hot wet heaven over and over.

"Oh lover, I'm going to cum," she whispered in my ear. "Do it faster, honey, harder," her breath hot and warm on my neck. I could feel my own cum rising. It felt so good and I didn't want to cum but I couldn't stop it and we were in an accelerating rhythm and she began to cum, saying oh oh oh please yes oh oh yes yes. Then thrashing and pounding my back with her fists as she climaxed, saying Oh Tommy yessssssssssssss. And I felt my own cum rising, thrusting into her harder with each stroke and then feeling it jetting into her in hot heavy spurts, three four five times. I kept thrusting, slowing down gradually until we settled into a long slow gentle fucking, making the glow last as long as possible. Finally I rolled over on my back with her on top of me and my cock still in her, and we lay that way for several minutes on the rug, my hands up and down on her back and bottom and her head and mouth against my neck, feeling her warm breath and her breathing gradually becoming more regular until we both arrived back in the world.

"Jesus, Tommy'" she said.

"Yes, Jane, that's the word" I said. "How do you feel?"

"Wonderful," she said. "I'm so happy this happened."

"Me too. You are sensational."

"I'm so happy I could please you. You were amazing," she said. "You can make me cum and I needed to so badly." We lay there just being aware of each other's body. After a minute or so she lifted her head, looking at me. "I'm thirsty, do you want some more wine?"

I said yes and she got up and went into the kitchen, returning with our glasses. I was still lying on the rug, too spent to move but still comfortable. It was probably 75 degrees in the house even now. She lay back down on the rug, her lush body facing me, our glasses to one side. She reached out to touch me, running her hand up and down my chest, teasing my nipples with her finger nails, then down to my cock and balls. I did the same, tracing some pattern on her eyes and lips, her neck and breasts and belly, her pussy and thighs. 

"I feel sorry for June," she said.

"Why?"

"She needs a man."

I took a sip of my wine.

"Tommy, when you were doing me did you think of her?"

I looked at her. Did she suspect? "No. But I can see why you might think I would. Being twins."

She smiled at me. "Tommy, have you ever thought about it with her?"

"You mean fucking her?"

"Yes.

"She's my mother."

"Oh, Tommy, you are both adults. She might want to. I see how she looks at you and it isn't just a mother's look. Just imagine what it might be like. I mean, you really cut loose with me and I loved it. I bet she would, too. It would be good for both of you." She took a sip of her wine and then ran her hand down to my cock, holding it in her hand, running her fingers over it lightly. I could feel it start to swell.

"Hmm," she said. "Maybe the idea appeals to you." She smiled. "Give it some thought, Tom, really. And don't worry about all that Freudian stuff. Think of her as a lonely woman you love. You have so much of your own love in you and you could give her some. If she is like me, and she is, I know she will love it. Fucking your mother. Fucking June. I love that idea."

She started stroking my cock, then bent down and took me in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head, stroking me up and down with her hand and sucking me until I was hard. Then she kissed her way up my belly, to my chest, to my mouth. 

"Love the feel of your cock, Tommy," she said. She swung her leg over me, straddling me, her pussy right over my cock, then took the head with her thumb and forefinger, rubbing the head at her opening and then lowered herself down slowly, the expression on her face as if she was saying "Ahhhhh" as my cock disappeared inside her. 

"Oh, Tommy, it feels so good," she said, and began rising up and down and back and forth, rubbing her pussy against me, leaning over me so her heavy breasts with their erect nipples were swaying right in front of my eyes, then lowering herself further till they touched my face. I cupped them with my hands, sucking on her nipples, nibbling a little. I kissed her, our tongues playing lightly, then pulled her to me and rolled over until I was on top and we began a nice slow fucking, sliding all the way in and all the way out in a steady motion, just like with mom. 

"Oh, Tommy," she said. "So nice." Her hands were on my sides and back, rubbing up and down, her eyes on me, full of desire, and knowledge. I hadn't rejected the idea. And how could I be fucking her and NOT think of my mother. She knew. Jane knew. I began thrusting harder. And then I pulled out. "Turn over," I said.

"Tommy, you naughty boy," she said, smiling, and turned over.

"Lift up," I said, and she raised her bottom up, getting up on her knees to do it. I was kneeling behind her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward my cock, then reached down and rubbed the head on her pussy lips and pushed in. I began pumping in and out, feeling the coolness of her bottom against my belly, holding her hips, fucking her harder and harder. She was groaning, moving her hips to meet my thrusts, swaying her bottom back and forth. 

"Harder, Tommy," she said.

I reached around to cup her breasts, squeezing and pulling at her nipples.

"Yes, that's it, Tommy. Harder. Hurt me a little." She was pushing back at me, tossing her head and groaning, just like mom in my dream. I slapped her cheeks and she pushed back harder. I was holding her hips again, her breasts hanging down, moving from side to side, my cock hard as a rock and we fucked like that for several minutes but I wanted to see her face so I pulled out and turned her over on her back again and plunged back in in one hard stroke. She gasped and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, her eyes at the same time looking at me but in a dreamy world of her own pleasure and we both started the climb toward orgasm.

"Oh, lover, this is so good," she said. 

"Mom," I said, my eyes half closed, my lips at her neck.

"Yes, I'm just like your mom," she said. "Fuck your mother, Tommy. I need it. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard..."

And that's what we were doing, hard and hot, my cock gripped by every inch of her tight pussy, she responding to me completely, twisting under me, moaning, both of us nearing our climax, her hands on my back, pulling me tighter to her, feeling her breasts against my chest, kissing her, squeezing her breasts and her nipples.

"I'm cumming, Tommy. Harder."

I felt the wave of orgasm building in me and knew I couldn't stop it and just rode it up until I felt the cum rising and I was pumping it into her in hot spurts and she came too, yelling yes yes yes just like she did before.

Jesus! What a woman! We came back down the same way as before, gradually, until we lay side by side, surprised by our passion and the pleasure we had just given each other.

I rolled off her on my back and then pulled her on top of me and we lay like that for several minutes, not talking, just being together.

"I want to do this all the time," I said.

"Yes," she said. "That's what I want too. That was wonderful." She paused, then said, "I meant it about June, Will you think about it?"

"OK, yes, I will think about it."

We talked some more. Her body felt so good against mine, so comfortable. I wanted to stay that way but it was getting late . We lay quietly together for a few minutes, then got up and put the glasses in the sink and did what other dinner dishes there were and straightened up the place a little, talking and pausing for kisses and hugs along the way. Finally it was time to put my clothes on. I was completely comfortable being naked around her and it felt a little funny when I pulled my underwear up and she watched as my cock disappeared into my shorts. I felt a pang when she put her panties back on, drawing them up her legs, moving her knees back and forth a little until her pretty pussy disappeared behind the white cotton. She smiled at me. 

"You can have it anytime you want, Tom."

Her blouse was next, hiding those incredible breasts and I put on my jeans and sweatshirt and my socks and shoes. It was time to go home.

"I will see you soon," I said.

"Yes," she said. "Thank you for a wonderful evening."

"Jane," I said, "I love you. I want you to know."

"Yes, I know, Tommy. I love you too."

I kissed her again, a soft sweet lovers' kiss, her body relaxing into mine.

"Goodnight, Tom. Say hello to June for me."

"I will," I said. "Goodnight, Jane."

I walked out into the warm night air, my mind full of images of Jane, of her body and her passion, her scent on my clothes. When I got home June's car was there but the lights were off. I went up to the bedroom. She was asleep. I got undressed and slid in beside her. She was naked, on her side, her back to me. I pulled myself against her, feeling her bottom against my cock and my hand on her thigh. She stirred.

"You're home," she said, turning toward me. "Hmm. I can smell her on you." She looked up at me, her hand stroking my side. "Did you take my advice?" She was smiling at me.

"Yes. Can I tell you about it tomorrow?"

"OK. Did it go OK?"

"Yes," I said.

She smiled again and put her arm around me, pressing her breasts to my chest. "I'll bet it did." She slipped her hand down to my cock and balls, cupping them, stroking me. "Makes me want you right now but I bet Sir Galahad here is too tired," she said. "I like her perfume."

"Same as yours."

"It's almost the same but not quite." She looked at me. "Ok. Get some rest. Goodnight honey. Tell me in the morning. Kiss me." 

I kissed her, pressing myself against her, and then she turned over with her back to me but pushing against me. I was starting to get hard and snuggled closer to her, my cock resting just outside her pussy. I put my arm around her waist pulling her against me. 

"Mmmm, Honey, you feel so good" she said. 

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too, my darling," she said back to me.

We drifted off that way, the last thing I remember being the refrain from an oldies song I had heard the other day on the radio and couldn't get out of my mind: 

"Oooowee,  Oh baby what you do to me.  Aw shucks,  Wouldn't stop for a million bucks."



Mom Finally Becomes June Ch. 04



The next morning I woke up, still a little tired. I had had a dreamless sleep, waking up on my back, one hand sliding down to my half-hard cock, the other hand reaching out to mom but encountering cool sheets instead. I opened my eyes, blinking back the morning sun and lay back, listening, until I heard her downstairs in the kitchen. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Badly needing to pee I shot into the middle of the bowl, my feeling of relief expanding as my swollen bladder emptied.. At the sink I splashed some water on my face, then settled down to wash up and brush my teeth. I looked down at my cock, still a little thick. Feeling desire stirring again, wondering where mom was, I walked back to the bedroom. She had just entered, nude like me, carrying a coffee tray with the cup and saucer and cream and sugar, just like I had made for her yesterday. One cup was poured and waiting.

"Hi, honey...you slept like a log. I brought you some coffee." She set the tray on the night stand and lay down on the bed, on her side, head resting on her hand, her luscious 34D's nestling against her chest. 

She patted the sheet, an expectant smile on her face. "Come tell me about last night." 

I lay down, kicking the top sheet completely off the bed and turned to her, to those glorious knockers, the swell of her hips and the dark triangle between. I felt a stab of desire for her right then and moved into her, kissing her mouth with her soft open lips and full tits against my chest, my cock now hard against her belly.

"Morning, beautiful," I ran my hand down her side to her bottom and around to her thighs and pussy. She shifted a little and opened her legs so I could cup it.

"Don't you want your coffee?" she asked. "It'll get cold. I've been watching you sleep but now I want you awake. I want to hear about last night." 

"Hold on," and I rolled over to get the cup, bringing it to my mouth, sipping. Her hand found my cock and balls, cradling, stroking watching me drink. A few sips more and I set the cup down and turned to her. "It was wonderful," I said, my mind going back to Jane's...

Mom shifted some more, getting more comfortable. "Tell me all about it...details, please...I want to hear everything." 

I told her about going over to Jane's condo, seeing her in her shorts and shirt and bandanna, helping her with her shelves, sharing a beer, and her wanting to change out of the bra that was so uncomfortable and then coming out of her bedroom with her fresh blouse and her breasts moving freely underneath. Mom moved closer to me, her hand still on my package, stroking it lightly, the same quiet smile on her face as she listened.

I told her about the hamburgers on the patio, and Jane on the chaise next to mine when she turned toward me, her breast trying to get out of her half-unbuttoned blouse. "That looked so good...I wanted to reach out and touch it."

"She would have let you." 

"I was too scared to try." I leaned closer to mom and licked her nipple, pulling it into my mouth, the little rubbery nub getting longer and harder, my tongue circling it. "Mmm, that feels good, honey," she said, shifting so she could push it more directly into my mouth, but she was not to be distracted. "Then what."

I told her we had been talking about her loneliness and her unwillingness to go out with guys she knew just wanted to go to bed with her, my saying she would meet someone soon and putting my hand on that creamy thigh I had been staring at when I wasn't staring at her boobs, and her asking me if I would like to see them, her breasts, since I had been staring at them since I'd got there.

Mom nodded. She liked that. "She wanted to speed things up. She was taking charge. That was nice of her. She knew she had to give you permission..." Mom was stroking my cock which by now was achingly hard. I pulled her to me, rolling on top of her, her legs opening, feeling the dampness of her pussy on my cock head. 

"So what happened next?" She shifted under me, opening her legs further, shifting her bottom, getting ready.

"She told me to follow her and we went into the kitchen. She said I want you to do what I say. She backed against the wall and told me to take her blouse off but that I couldn't touch her until she said to. "

"I like it."

"I took her blouse and panties off." Mom's body felt so good under me. I was up on my elbows as I talked, fingertips playing with her hair and ears, looking down at her, leaning to kiss her...small pecks. .. "Her tits, just like yours... heavy, perfect tits... little blue veins... hard nipples jutting out...her mouth nice and wet. She was looking at me cool and steady...a little smile. You both do that. "

"What..."

"Cool, steady smiles," I said. 

Mom stirred under me, her legs open and knees up, her thighs at my hips, my cock right at her opening, her hands rubbing my back and bottom. "My hot young man. Then what?"

"I took my clothes off. They seemed to fall off. "

"Were you hard?"

"Of course. What do you think?"

"I would expect nothing less from you, honey," she said.

"She told me to take her panties off...she said I could touch her and she said she wanted me to fuck her. 'Right here, right now,' is what she said. So I picked her up and put her on the counter and shoved it in hard. I was so hot..."

"Show me."

I rubbed my cock up and down at mom's pussy, got some knee traction, and shoved it in in one thrust. 

"Oh!" mom said. She almost gasped. 

"That's what she said," I said. 

"Wow, I bet that gave her a thrill." She was breathing a little harder. "I'm so jealous of her!" 

We both laughed at that.

I began stroking her slowly in a rocking motion, her warm walls holding me tight. 

"I'm trying to decide who's pussy feels better," I said.

"Very funny."

"You both have a quality grip...nice and smooth...wet and warm."

"Oh Tommy, please, say it's mine," she said with mock anxiety, and slapped me on my butt.

"It's the hip action that makes the difference, I think. She's good at thrust-meeting. You are better at the side-to-side. You're a little more flexible." 

"She's just out of shape. Are you going to loosen her up?"

"With your permission," I said.

"Of course," she said.

"And your lips...Let me see..." I kissed her, tongues playing. "About even there, I would say. Both very soft and full."

"Boobs?"

"Like I said before, you both have great tits, mom. Nice and soft. Full. Smooth. Nipples standing up. Love to have them sucked. You're both fantastic in that department."

"Does she shave?"

'No, full like you and trimmed, just like you."

"Glad to hear that...Did you make her cum?"

"Yes, several times"

"That's my young man!" She was rubbing my back.

"She cums shuddering and groaning and thrashing and pounding my back, just like you."

"Fuck me faster, Tommy."

I picked up the pace, stroking her faster, then in a circle, rubbing around her clit. "Oh wow, Tommy!" She was rubbing my back and bottom. pulling me to her. I was kissing her, feeling her whole body opening to me, moving with me, her body keeping pace.

"I'm close, baby," she said. 

"Me too," I said. I was fucking her as fast as I could, giving her as long a stroke as I could manage. 

"That's it, baby, just like that, take me, honey." Then "Yes... yes... yes,"....then "Ooooh" as she went over the top in a whirlwind of orgasm, arching against me, fists beating on my back, waves of pleasure washing over her and I came myself with a groan, as if there was something being torn out of me, my cock one big nerve being bathed in pleasure. I slowed down gradually and then rolled over, taking her with me until she was on top and I was still inside her. I liked her weight on me, her head on my shoulder, feeling her warm breath on my neck, rubbing her back and bottom. 

We lay that way for a minute or so, my cock still inside her and still half hard.

"That was wonderful, Tommy." She tapped me on my shoulder. "But you still haven't finished. What happened next?" 

"I carried her into the living room and we ended up on the rug."

"Nice...how many times?"

"Twice...and you know what she said?"

"What..."

"She suggested I should try to do you. She thinks it would be good for both of us."

"Really? She said that? You think she knows?"

"No, no. She just pretty much said why not, you love each other. You are lonely. She is too. She thinks you might like the idea and she suspects I do to. She said go ahead...told me to think about it. Like it would be dumb not to."

"She's right, isn't she?" She moved her hips against mine, rubbing from side to side. She was kissing my neck. "You feel so good in me, baby." 

"I'm glad you like it," I said. 

"You bet, Tom. I love it, and you love women, I'm happy to say." She was talking to me in a soft, low voice, almost a whisper. "Something you should know, Tommy...You guys...driven by your natures...drives you crazy. It's our job to take care of that for you, civilize you, drain that craziness away." She moved her head back again so she could look at me. She was sort of serious again but still had a small smile on her face. "You're young, Tommy. I want you to understand and accept this. About yourself. You're an animal. You need to fuck. I'm an animal. I need it too."

"Made for each other."

"Two versions of the same thing." Her face was back against my neck. "I've thought about this some and I really don't know why societies make such a big deal about it but they do. Sexual politics, I guess. Men having run things all this time...religions....hypocrisy...treating women like property...they've corrupted everything. But our natures are simple and unstoppable, and sex is the gateway to a special love. Makes the pious stuff seem profane...drives the controllers crazy. We don't seem to like pleasure much. If we could all just relax everyone would be so much happier...well, most people, anyway. It will be that way in the future...might take a generation or two. If we could come back... wow...I bet it would be something..." 

I was quiet for a second. "But at first, you know...you didn't want to..."

"Well, I am your mother. Moms are not supposed to have sex with their sons. I needed some overcoming. You overcame. I would have been disappointed if you hadn't pushed me. You needed to push me. Let me know you really wanted it...that you needed it and could handle it. Weren't you surprised at yourself when you realized you wanted me? A guy who wants to fuck his own mom?"

"No. I've wanted to fuck you since I was 16."

She laughed. "I wish I had known that. "

I was hard again, still inside her and started to stroke her. "That's it baby," she said. "Do it to me, honey." I rolled her back under me, hooked my arms under her knees and brought her legs up on my shoulders. I started to ram her harder. "Take me, baby..." I was accelerating smoothly, every inch of my cock being stroked by her pussy. "Harder, honey, as hard as you want. I love it hard... Take your pleasure, Tommy," her eyes on me, my cock plunging in and out of her. I was squeezing her tits, pulling at her nipples, twisting them. "Ooh, that hurts so nice, Tommy," she said. I was melting into her, speeding up, taking her advice, ramming her as hard as I could. "Oooh Tommy, I'm getting so close...baby.... Her knees were bent back almost to her chest, legs wide open, my hands on her back, pulling her close, looking into her eyes all fogged with pleasure. 

"I'm going to cum, June." I felt it rising out of my center about to rush into her, the unstoppable force, and I came, thrusting, thrusting my cum into her and her saying, "Tommy, Tommy, I'm cumming too," and then her moans, her body straining toward me, her fists banging my back and sides. "Mmmm," she whispered in my ear after I had slowed down and was relaxing on top of her, holding her quiet and close. "You are getting better and better at this, Tommy."

"I have you for my teacher, my sexy, beautiful mom..."

I moved off her and we lay side by side, not saying much. She ran her finger tips over my face and mouth for a minute or so. Finally, back in the present, she said, "In addition to being your love goddess I need to feed my hot, young stud. Keep you fueled and ready to go. I'm hungry. You must be famished, too. Let me make us something," she said. She got up and went round the bed, sitting on my side, mussing my hair, her breasts in their fullness swaying with every move she made, her pretty face with her dark brown eyes and her auburn hair almost to her shoulders, tousled with our lovemaking. I noticed her skin still flushed with her orgasm. She smiled her warm smile and kissed me, then she stood and reached for her panties. "It'll be ready in a few minutes." 

"Hold on," I said. "No panties this morning, OK?" 

She laughed. "My goodness! You mean you might want more? Well.. OK...Whatever my young man wants." She dropped the panties, took the coffee tray and walked out. I heard her light steps tripping in a rhythm on her way down the stairs, humming something to herself. I had just fucked her twice and that wasn't enough. I wanted to fuck her again.

I went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped in, relaxing under the hot spray, thinking how profoundly different everything had become, my high school over, my ineptness with my very few girlfriends, especially the grappling sessions with Judy and Chloe, all a thing of the past. Finally Sharon with her warm eyes and lovely body, yielding to my eager hands. I was remembering that first unclip of her bra, and, dreamlike, my hands sneaking around her sides for the first time to cup a girl's breasts, marveling at their softness. Her sighs, her head back against the seat, saying, Oh Tommy...our frantic move to the back seat, the fevered fumbling, her short skirt up around her waist, her panties pulled to one side, my cock poking at her center, until she reached down and guided my head to her entrance and my first push to enter her, a rush I will never forget until, overwhelmed, I came in a blaze of pleasure that left me drained and her unsatisfied, and me too young to know how to fix that. And I was already eighteen! At last it had happened!

She was too generous and kind and maybe too shy to tell me how to please her. We went out for a couple of months after that and had the same kind of frantic sex but I never did catch on until finally she broke it off. She had met someone else. I was devastated and overcome by a feeling that I had failed her. The feeling was justified because I had. I would see her from time to time and once or twice we talked but the conversations were short and strained. We still liked each other but our romance had ended, a fact it took me a long time to accept. That had been it for me before that first night in the kitchen with mom, now mom or June, when everything changed in just a few minutes. 

I got out of the shower and dried myself. I looked around for my underwear out of habit, thought for a second about getting some and then thought, What do I need clothes for? I said no to her panties and she likes looking at me. Modesty now seemed pointless. This was sort of like dressing for her. I started downstairs, thinking about my new reality. I start college in a few weeks. I have a woman, like other men. Two women. Both beautiful and both happy to have me for a lover and it was going to continue, perhaps for a very long time.

Mom was scrambling eggs. I sat at the table looking over at the Wollinski's deck. No one was there. "Seen Karen lately?"

"I talked to her yesterday. She told me they would be gone for a few days." I pulled the curtain aside to let more sun in.

She came in with two plates of eggs, toast and slices of melon, set them down and went back for the coffee pot. She poured, then sat, and we ate.

"Will you see Jane today?"

"I thought I would, if she's home."

"Tell her. "

"She invited me to call her 'mom' when we were on her rug and I did. She loved it. I pretended to be shocked when she told me to think about it but I didn't do a very good job. She noticed that I listened and wasn't grossed out."

She looked up at me. "Go ahead and tell her. Tell her we already have. She'll understand why you didn't say so before. We'd have a hard time keeping this from her and I don't even want to."

"You sure?"

"Positive. And tell her you told me about you two and I'm all for it. Tell her you gave me the blow-by-blow and it turned me on...made me give you an extra- hot fuck." I was struck by the way she was talking to me now. She was thinking out loud, not guarded. None of that odd formality with the built-in limits of mom-son talk, and boy had her vocabulary changed. All that had been lurking just beneath the person I thought I knew. She was grinning at me and I thought she looked a little shy. All this frank talk was new for her, too, at least with me.

"That's OK?"

"Yes."

"OK. I will."

"She'll love it."

I felt relieved. I wanted them both to know, too. 

Mom was looking out the window at the yard and garden. "I wish I didn't have to work today," she said. 

"When do you have to leave?" Suddenly I felt guilty just sitting around. I began thinking of things I could do around here that needed doing, things I just sat back and let her do. Like cleaning the floors and stuff like that.

"Soon," she said. It was 10:30.

"I have to be there before noon. When will you talk to her?"

I got up and took some of the dishes into the kitchen, putting them in the sink and running some water over them. I ran some water in the pan, too, and would clean that later. "I'll tell her this afternoon." 

"Good," she said. She had her back to me, sitting at the table, elbows on it, holding her cup with both hands, sipping her coffee. Just the sight of her back at the table, so slender and vulnerable, her thin shoulders, was enough to get me stirring again. I walked over to her and put my hands on her shoulders. My cock was almost full, nestling against her neck and ear. 

"My hands are a little wet from the sink"

"That's OK." 

I began massaging her scalp with my fingertips. "That feels so good," she said . She put her cup down and leaned back so my cock was by her ear, rubbing against it. She turned her head and kissed the tip and flicked it with her tongue. "I'm so impressed , Tom. Your guy is always so nice and hard, hot and ready." 

"See what you do to me?" I slipped my hands down to her shoulders, then to her breasts, lifting their fullness, weighing them in my palms. 

"First time a man has ever used my tits as a towel," she said, laughing. I was kissing her neck, tweaking and pulling on her nipples some more. She sighed, tilting her head back to my stomach. I moved my hands to her sides under her arms and lifted her. She pushed the chair back and I moved it out of the way with my foot then pulled her back against me, my cock between her warm cheeks, one hand on her breasts, the other rubbing her belly. 

"Mom, can I do you this way? Can you bend over?"

"Sure, honey. I'm yours any way you want." She smiled back at me. "I love it like this." She bent over the table. I opened her legs some and got my cock at her entrance. I held her hips and pushed in, sinking into her in one stroke and began moving in and out. 

"Oh that's wonderful..do me, honey."

I began to stroke her faster while she was swaying from side to side. "It makes me feel so naughty," she said, her head hanging down. "You feel so goddamn good, Tommy."

"Jesus, mom, I can't believe this is happening."

"Why not?" 

"Between us, I mean...It's so easy and natural..."

"You thought it would be hard each time?" She had her head at an angle, not quite looking back at me. "I thought we had this settled."

"I know... It's just so new...it seems like I should have to..I don't know...persuade you or seduce you or something... each time... bring you flowers or something...and I know that isn't true...I have to remind myself that this isn't a kind of dream or temporary thing...."




Mom Finally Becomes June Ch. 04



"...And not just take me?"

I was holding her hips, rubbing and kneading her bottom, fucking her faster. "...Yeah, exactly..."

"...It's not a dream, Tommy...You're making it happen...forget the flowers and seduction...just take me whenever you want, and if you don't do it enough, I'll come after you." She was pushing back against my thrusts. "That's it, Tommy, give it to me....you feel so good inside me... relax and let go... stop thinking so much."

I relaxed and started fucking her even faster, holding her hips, stroking in and out. Then I thought I noticed something on my left and looked up. I glanced over and there was Karen Wollinski, standing gape-jawed on her porch by the planter box, seeing her like a quick strobe-shot in her blouse with red and white vertical stripes and black shorts, staring, transfixed. The Wollinski's were supposed to be out of town, I thought to myself.

"June, I want to cum," I said

"I'm close too, baby. Let it go. I want to feel you shoot..." She had her head down, concentrating on my cock, squeezing it with her pussy.

I looked over and met Karen's eye. She was awe-struck, gazing at us, her arm half outstretched with its almost-full glass as if she had forgotten it. I looked back to mom's head, down and moving from side to side. I couldn't stop and could feel my orgasm building until it kicked in and I slammed my cock into her faster and faster until I peaked and shot and heard me and mom groan together as we both came. Her whole body was shuddering. " Oooooh!" she yelled and I kept stroking, still shooting inside her. "Jesus, baby!" she slumped down on the table. I was still stroking her in long even strokes. "You got me almost until I can't take any more... it's too much." She was laughing, happy, bent over the table with my cock still in her, "but not quite. I love it."

Karen was still nailed to her spot, watching us. Mom hadn't seen her and I wanted to make sure she didn't. I backed out of her, my cock dropping down, and pulled her up, turning her toward me, away from Karen.. She pushed herself into me, smiling, her face flushed, her arms around my neck, pressing herself into me. "You are making me so very happy, darling," she said. 

"That's what I want to do, June," I said, holding her even tighter, my cock rubbing against her mound, all wet from our cum. For the moment I had forgotten all about Karen. "Thanks for being patient...this getting used to it stuff."

"That's OK. Just relax and let it sink in." We were walking slowly toward the kitchen, arms around our waists. "We have a good thing going, sweetie. We have plenty of time to think about the future but for now let's just celebrate ourselves and enjoy. I mean it, honey, it's real. And it's fun, isn't it. I love fucking you," she said. She was smiling at me, and there was still a hint of shyness in her smile. "I like to say that to you, 'I love fucking you,' and we can do it whenever we want." My cock was swinging out in front of me, already swelling with happiness at the availability of this beautiful woman. It's her gift to me, sexual freedom, and it's mine to exercise as I like. 

"I'll do the dishes and clean up." I said. 

"Thanks. I need to start getting ready for work," she said. "I need a shower. Be with you in a minute," she said, and went upstairs.. I went back to the breakfast table to get the rest of the dishes. Karen was still on the deck but sitting in a chair, reading, in profile to me. My movement at the table caught her eye and she looked over. I was picking up dishes, all full of myself, not bothering to pull the curtain. I wasn't more than thirty feet from her. She had a clear view and I felt good knowing she could see me. Feeling reckless I looked up, smiling at her. Then she did an amazing thing. She smiled back and waved! I moved from side to side, making my cock swing back and forth, and she smiled even wider. I freed one hand and waved back, then picked up the dishes again and turned toward the kitchen. The washing took a while but I didn't mind and decided not to use the machine. There was other cleaning up stuff to do, wiping down the stove and counters. I took my time, trying to make everything gleam. 

A few minutes later mom came in, dressed in her uniform, ready for work with her hair done up in her tight nurse's bun. She looked beautiful and also very proper, very professional. "The kitchen looks wonderful, Tommy, thanks...She put her arms around me then dropped her hands to my bottom, pulling me to her. "I called Jane. She wants you to come over for lunch."

"Ok, I'll call her... And I'll have dinner for you tonight... Let me know when you'll be getting off."

"I will," she said. We started for the door. "I didn't tell her, or course. You're going to cook dinner... That sounds wonderful...I'll call you in plenty of time."

"I'll fix us something nice."

She kissed me. "I know you will, Tommy. Bye, lover," she said, and left.

I shut the door and started for the stairs. I probably didn't need one but I wanted another shower before I called Jane. I was almost to the stairs when the phone rang. 

"Hi Tom, it's Karen Wollinski..."

"Karen...we thought you were away..."

"We were but Walter was complaining every step of the way. He isn't feeling very well and it got to be too much for both of us so we came back..."

Suddenly I was conscious of standing there, naked. "Listen, Karen, about what you saw..."

"Shhh, Tom, none of my business but we can talk about it a little if you want.... I don't disapprove if that's what you're wondering." She paused. "Anyway I have a project I hope you will help me with. I'm going into business. I'm about to get my license as a masseuse and I want to convert the basement but I will need some help. Walter isn't up to it ... are you game?"

"Sure."

"I'll hire a contractor for the basic stuff but I can save money if I do the finishing work. Maybe I could do it myself but it would be so much easier if you could help. I'll pay you, of course. Can you come over? I'll show you what I have in mind?" 

I was still nervous, regretting showing myself, but I said OK and we hung up. I put on shorts, a shirt and sandals and walked over to Karen's. I knocked on her door and she opened it, still in her same shirt and shorts. She was really a very pretty woman. With her short brown hair, lively hazel eyes, and clear skin, she looked to be in her mid-30's but mid-40's was probably more like it. Her legs looked young, too, and so did her full rack. 

"I'm glad you could come so fast. Come in," she said, and we walked through the living room and down the hall to the door leading downstairs, me following right behind, again admiring her wide bra strap and the free and easy wiggle of her butt cheeks in her thin shorts.

"Walter's upstairs, asleep. I gave him something," she said as we went down the stairs to an unfinished half-basement with stuff all over and a couple of windows on either side of the door on the back, facing the back yard , and one on the side facing our house. Boxes and old furniture were scattered around. The floor was a concrete slab. 

"I've been wanting to do something with this space for years," she said. We were standing in the middle. It was about 40 x 20, a sizeable room. She pointed to a corner where some black PVC and copper pipes poked through the concrete. "It's rough-plumbed for a bath but we never got around to finish it. I want a bath with a soaking tub, have a couple of nice chairs to relax in or read, make a bedroom, probably for myself as Walter keeps me awake with his snoring, and the main room here where I can do my massages. It's already wired. So maybe have a small fridge and microwave." She was moving her arms around, pointing things out as she talked. "I can replace the windows with new ones that open so there will be cross ventilation and put a slider in where the door is now." She looked down, her foot tapping the concrete floor. "I talked to a contractor and he said I could seal it, put in a grid of 2x2's or whatever spaced so hard insulation floor panels would just fit and then put plywood over that and then flooring. Whatever I want. I'm leaning toward a laminate.. He said I could put some insulation in the side walls, and then paneling or some drywall and paint or wall paper or whatever." She looked up. "The main floor joists are about 10 feet. I could drop it down a foot or so for the ceiling and put in some kind of sound-proof tile." She pointed to the door. "I'll put in a slider and pour a patio out back. I'm so excited by all this. My own space. For myself and for my business." She turned to face me. "What do you think, Tom?" 

"I think it's great. Your own space, your own room. I can see why you're excited."

"I like the idea of having a slider with a key. I'm glad we have a walkway on the side. I can use it as a private entrance because I don't want to bring my customers through the house. I'll need a lock on the door to the stairs." She was trying to move a couple of old chairs out of the way and I helped her with those and some boxes. We did that for a few minutes until we had most of the furniture and boxes moved and stacked against the back wall. It was hot and I was starting to sweat again. We both stood in the space we had made in the middle of the room and looked around. "I was thinking I could have the contractor do the difficult stuff and we could do the finish work. I will have them finish the bath but we could put in the laminate and do the walls and maybe part of the dropped ceiling. Shouldn't take more than a week. What do you think?" She smiled at me, beaming, excited. 

"Karen, it's a great idea. I'd be happy to help." I thought, this is just what she needs, something to ease the tedium of life with her boring husband. But I was bursting to say this. "Listen, I know what you said on the phone but I wanted to talk to you about what you saw..."

She waved her hand. "Tom, it's so hot in here. Let's go upstairs and sit out on the deck for a minute. I could use a beer. We can talk there."

"Sounds good," I said, and we walked up the stairs, me following, eyes glued to Karen's world class bottom. I hope I never get used to it, like Walter, never get bored.

I sat on the deck in the chair she had sat in earlier, looking over at our house, seeing again the perfect view Karen had of me and mom, especially since the curtains had been open. We may as well have been on stage. She came out on the deck with two bottles, handed me one and pulled up a chair beside mine. She reached out and clicked the neck of her bottle on mine. "To our project," she said, and we both took a couple of sips.

We were both thirsty after moving the stuff around in the downstairs heat. The beer tasted good. Then Karen said, "I'm so jealous of your mom. I so admire her." 

"Really? You're not shocked?"

"Not at all, Tom. I think it's wonderful. That's what I want. My god, I'm not dead and Walter isn't interested anymore. But about you, please don't worry about anything. I loved what I saw. I suppose I shouldn't have kept watching but I couldn't turn away. It was just too damned hot not to look." We both took sips of our beer. "And you were doing a splendid job, Tom. I admire you, too, more than you could know, to go ahead and take what you want." She seemed delighted. "You looked so into it and carried away--well obviously you were--giving your mom such incredible pleasure. No way to hide that." She was smiling. "I could tell she loved it. I just think it's so cool, going against the rules like that. To hell with them. They ruin so many lives. I mean I suppose we have to have rules of some kind but there are exceptions...lots of them. You are a very handsome and desirable young man. She is so beautiful...You're both adults...So why not?" She looked at me and reached out to touch my arm. "I would never risk causing trouble for either of you so don't worry about me saying anything because I won't."

What a relief! "Thanks for saying that," I said. "I was worried...I shouldn't have been so cocky at the end. Waggling myself at you...that's not my style, usually. I'm embarrassed."

She laughed. "I loved it. And you have a right to be proud. You have a wonderful body."

We both sipped our beer in silence.

"The contractors will start next week. Should take them a couple of weeks, maybe three. And then we'll be ready for the finish work and I'll call you." 

I was still embarrassed but I couldn't think of anything more to say and then it occurred to me that I didn't need to say anything more. "I'll be ready, Karen." I tipped the bottle up and finished it in two swallows. "Look, I have to go. I'm going to Jane's for lunch."

"How did the shelves go?"

"No problem. They're up and look good," I said as we got up and started back through the house.

"So I will call you when we're ready, Tom." She turned to me at the front door. "When we are done I will give you a massage and you can tell me how I'm doing. The classes were fun."

"Sounds great, Karen...I don't think I've ever had a massage."

"A new experience for you, then."

"I'm looking forward to it." I started out the door. "Bye Karen, talk to you soon." 

I went home and called Jane. 

"Hey," she said. "Can you come over for lunch?"

"I'll be there," I said. I felt a swirl of desire at the sound of her voice. "I've got some news for you. See you in a half hour."

"News! I hope it's about June," she said, and added before I could say anything, "I can hardly wait. The beer's ice cold. Tommy...get over here."

I laughed. "I'm on my way," and we hung up.

I went upstairs and stepped in the shower. I wasn't sure I wanted the complication of fucking a married neighbor, which was looking like that would happen if I wanted it to... Karen, sexy Karen... I had my eyes closed, the hot water streaming over me, thinking of her tits straining the fabric of her blouse as she was watering the plant on her porch the other day, and her pert butt cheeks doing their nice shimmy. Seems like I always wanted her in front of me and I bet she could feel my eyes on her. And now this. Seeing me and mom together and telling me she was jealous of her. Wow...Strong word. Like she wouldn't mind being in her place. Almost came out and said it. I should turn this down, but it looks like Walter is out of the picture. Old in his head, fat and bored, preferring to watch his golf on TV when he is not out playing it. That's the world he cares about.. Maybe it would be doing him a favor, relieving him of a duty he no longer wants or feels like doing. He seems OK with his wife being a masseuse. She sure is good looking...I turned around, feeling the water on the back of my neck, running down my back and legs... I could go too far with this. I mean there are limits, like the canvas for a painter the guy on TV was talking about on his program that shows people how to paint. Inside your limits, he was saying, like on the canvas, you are free to do what you want. Anything you can think of. Recognizing limits makes you free. Otherwise you are deluded. The world is full of deluded people. So do I want to risk everything and maybe create a big mess in her marriage just to fuck Karen? Why risk hurting June and Jane if they found out? Would they be upset? Why take that chance? On the other hand if she wants to give it to me, why not take it. She's not going to say anything...puts the ball in her court, though..I guess I'll see. Maybe yes, maybe no. Still, at crunch time, I wondered how I would react, lying on my stomach with Karen's soft, probing hands on my back and legs and cheeks. "Feeling OK, Tom?" And then, her pretty voice saying, "I'm done with your back and legs, Tom. Now it's time for your front. Would you like to turn over?"...and there my rock hard cock would be, making a pyramid out of the towel...Goddamn! 

I stepped out of the shower, dried myself, got dressed and left for Jane's. Walking to her place I was thinking I used to think I knew what was right and what was wrong. Now I was beginning to wonder. I feel one way sometimes and another at other times about the same things. Maybe it's the situation that counts. Makes it more difficult to know what to do if you are not locked into some fixed way of thinking. But it's freer too. Being free, though, you have to use your head for that. I guess that's what it's for.

So it's up to me... an uncertain guy if there ever was one but that's better than being frozen in place... Sure of yourself, as if you knew... 

So OK. Not settled, but OK for now.

Done with the old uncertain guy and hello to the new guy, still uncertain but in more interesting ways. 

I rounded the corner and Jane's condo came into view. I quickened my pace...



Mom Finally Becomes June Ch. 05



This is the last chapter in this story. It's come full circle and would have to branch out in ways that don't seem to me to fit the characters. So, good luck to them all! 

Tom Is Launched

It's four o'clock on a late September afternoon and I'm lying on the massage table in Karen Wollinski's just-finished basement suite waiting for the massage that Karen had promised me a few weeks ago. She's in the bathroom getting changed. I'm naked on the table, face down, with a towel over my butt.

The remodeling went really well. Karen turned out to be quite the designer and she is very proud of the way it turned out. Even Walter likes it. He took a tour once when we were finishing the laminate flooring and said it looked good. He seemed relieved not to have to be concerned about what she was doing. From now on she could be downstairs in her own space and he could go about his business of watching the golf channel on TV or reading golf magazines uninterrupted.

During the two weeks it took us to do the finishing work Karen and I got to know each other a lot better. We took several trips to the local Lowe's and Home Depot to check on bath fixtures and paint, laminate, window coverings, ceiling tiles, and furniture, bringing back samples to lay on the floor or color swatches to hold up to the walls.

I got to like her a lot. She is, as I'm happy to notice every time I'm with her, easy to look at with her pretty face and quick smile that she has relaxed enough around me to show regularly, a signal of trust, it seemed to me. She has a full mouth and short brown hair that always has a luster to it, and attentive hazel eyes whose color appears to vary slightly depending on the clothes she has on. And her medium height easily carries her great figure with her full tits and terrific ass. She seemed eager to have a friend she could share her real thoughts with and I was happy to have her as one. She told me some about her past and a little bit about her marriage to Walter. I was careful not to be pushy but she told me enough to conclude that their lives are now pretty much separate. 

That's also what I came to understand from remarks Karen would make occasionally whenever Walter would ask for something, usually calling down the stairs for her to make him something or get him something or tell him where something was that he had misplaced. I was surprised that she always seemed to know where he should look, and that, she said, was because through the years she had been the observant one and had learned Walter's habits so well that she knew him better than he knew himself. 

Karen said with a tone of resignation that she realized that the ties that keep many married couples close at the beginning come almost completely unraveled over time but a lot of these couples, for whatever reasons, stay married and adopt a brother/sister kind of limited-affection relationship without anything else. She made it sound as if this had happened to her and Walter and, without the will to fight it anymore, by degrees they let the marriage settle into a companionship of convenience--someone to go with to parties with their equally bored friends (as Karen put it) or to spend a weekend at one of Walter's golf course destinations. It was an arrangement she didn't seem happy about but it made it easier for her to put up with him, to make him his lunch or tell him where his reading glasses were. I didn't say anything but it seemed to me that settling for that kind of a boring grind was a scary compromise, one I hoped would never happen to me. 

"Did you know, Tommy, that there are golf novels--novels that revolve around the golf scene?" Karen was telling me this as we were driving to Lowe's one day. "I should know. I scour book sites searching for them. I never would have imagined that. But they turn out to be the usual stuff. They just happen at golf clubs to golfers who talk about golf while they are playing golf or not playing golf, sitting in the restaurant or at the bar, drinking and talking about the round of golf they just played or are waiting to play when their tee time comes up, and these people are screwing their wives or each other's wives or girlfriends, or robbing or being robbed, or cheating at golf, or murdering, or blackmailing, or whatever the plot calls for. They keep Walter happy."

"I didn't know he was a reader." 

"Right now he's planning a European trip. He wants to play the famous courses in Ireland, then Britain and then the continent. That won't happen until spring but Walter is already busy planning. I'm still undecided whether to go with him. I really don't want to."

There was some touching, just casual at first, in the car. For example, if she wanted to point something out or if she was emphasizing something she was talking about she would reach over to touch my arm, and then, gradually, it became more explicit and intentional on my part as well as hers when it became clear to both of us that there was a mutual attraction and our polite and respectful caution began to fade. We could both relax and feel comfortable about letting our interest show. Once when she had, at last, decided on the laminate color and wall paint shade she yelled "Hooray!" and put her arms around me and hugged me tight. Right there in the aisle at Lowe's. I held her close and even lifted her off the ground and twirled her around. We were both laughing and relieved that the choosing was over. 

And there is always that knowledge that she has seen me fucking mom, mom bent over the breakfast table, naked, and me behind her, holding her hips, thrusting in and out, then looking up and seeing Karen watching from her deck, and I didn't stop because I couldn't stop. And later she saw me smiling and waggling my cock at her after mom had gone upstairs and I had come back to the table to finish clearing it. Showing off. I was still embarrassed about that. We talked about that whole scene once a while back, but, still, the images linger and I just imagine it is always more or less in her mind as her awareness of it is in mine. 

When we were in the basement doing the work she would dress in shorts and a shirt, sometimes with the tails tied at her belly, and no bra. She looked awfully good with her full tits moving easily under the fabric. I was usually in a t-shirt and shorts. At first we were eyeing and circling each other, getting this thing or that while we worked, always conscious of where the other one was. Then, when we were installing the ceiling tiles, instead of continuing with the ladder that she was using and having to move it around all the time she asked if she could just sit on my shoulders, a leg on each one, and I said sure. It was a sensible way to go about it. 

She would climb the ladder a few steps and I would step up to it, right behind her. I would bend my head down between her legs and she would sit on my shoulders and then, with both of us laughing and joking, I would stand and maneuver myself underneath her, pushing up on her bottom so that I could turn to get her where we wanted, with my head facing her, almost in her crotch. 

She said this position would make it easier for me to look up and get her to the right spot since I could tip my head back without bumping into her stomach. It also gave me a good look at her tits, her full braless tits, through the gaps in her shirt where sometimes buttons had come undone. She put a supply of tiles in a bag that she had me wear on my back so I could walk from place to place without having to let her down quite so often to get more. 

When she was reaching for them her breasts would press against my face and my mouth was actually at her crotch, my hands on her bottom, steadying her. Sometimes she had to reach a little to set the tiles in place and when she did it made her sort of rub her front against my face. And one time when her front was actually brushing my face I noticed that not one but two buttons on her shorts had come open and, feeling bold, I stuck my tongue in there, on her pussy, over her panties. I could feel the slight spring of her patch through the thin fabric. 

"Tommy, stop it!" She said, laughing, slapping my head playfully with one hand. "I mean, don't you think that is a just a little bit flagrant?" Her other hand was on the back of my head, steadying herself. She was still laughing. "I have never had a man go down on me while I was installing ceiling tiles," she said. "I think that is just really very, very forward of you, Tommy. I mean, I can hardly think of anything MORE forward than that." But she didn't pull away and was rocking a little into me, as if I was a camel, pretending the work made her do it. 

"I admit it," I said. "I am very, very forward. It just seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do" My hands were on her cheeks, and I was moving them around, pretending to get a more secure grip, trying to be helpful, to stabilize her. I could feel the soft flesh through the thin cotton shorts and I could smell her musk. 

"Gentlemanly!" She huffed, but she was still laughing.

When she needed to get down she would swing one leg off my shoulder and then with awkward grappling movements I would hold her while she swung the other off, but I pretended to be overly clumsy getting her down and my hands went everywhere, on her arms and sides, her thighs, under her, cupping her pussy, and once when I went to put her down my hands ended up over her breasts and I let them stay there, and even gave them a small squeeze and she didn't pull away. 

Karen was still getting ready in her new bathroom. It has the soaking tub she wanted. She also has a nice bedroom with two windows, one added on the side and one that looks out to the patio and back yard. The massage table, a substantial one, is in the main room that she painted a cool shade of soft yellow with a honey-brown laminate for the floor. She added a propane fireplace in the corner between the side window that faced our property and the slider that opened to the patio, something that just about broke the budget but not quite. There was room for a cabinet in one corner that held a microwave and mini-refrigerator. A few small area rugs, a comfortable chair, an oval coffee table, and a two-person sofa with end tables, all nicely coordinated in gray with blue cushions for the sofa, combined to pull everything together and create a relaxing room for her and her customers. She is thinking of adding a TV but hasn't yet. There is even a rack, foldable, for their clothes. It was holding mine now. 

I was listening to the soft music from one of those Bose radio/cd players that can fill a room, making it seem like there are speakers everywhere. Amazing the quality of sound that comes out of something so small, I was thinking, when Karen came out of the bathroom. 

I lifted my head from the doughnut cushion and looked up at her. She was dressed in a white terry-cloth bathrobe and slippers and she had a big smile on her face. "So.....ready, Tom?" she asked. I smiled back and told her I was. 

"This is going to be fun," she said, as she poured some of the oil she had already warmed in the microwave on my back and got right to it, her hands going up and down from my neck to the small of my back in slow, leisurely strokes. "Your skin feels good, Tom. I'm glad we're doing this. Getting your first massage from me. A windup to all the work we've done. I haven't had so much fun in a long time."

"I'm a little nervous. My first time, but it feels great," was all I could manage, my head back down in the doughnut.

"There's nothing quite like being touched," she said. "Nothing. I love it. Just relax and concentrate on my hands. I'll be quiet. Let me put you under my spell."

"I'm relaxing and I think I've been under your spell for a while, " I said, but my mind was already drifting away from Karen's hands to mom's skin, early this morning, when I was straddling her, caressing her breasts, pulling them up by her nipples, leaning down to kiss and suck them. She was looking up at me, her eyes all smoky, one hand stroking my cock. 

"You going to fuck me, baby? Like I want?"

"Would you mind if I go down on you first?"

"Mind? Like...when?" she said, and reached out to push some on my shoulders. I worked my way down to her belly, then to the top of her pussy, my lips and hands to her thighs, up and down her inner thighs, and back to her pussy. My fingers opened her lips and I moved my tongue there, sliding it very gradually up one side, pausing at the top, up a little higher to her little nub, circling the tip around it, round and round. Mom shifted her hips to follow it, lifting herself, moaning. "That's just perfect, honey. Your tongue...on it, please..." while she sighed, her hands in my hair, her legs open wide, lifting to meet my mouth. "Tommy, it's on fire." My tongue glided up one side and down the other, all around her clit, flicking the tip over it, feeling her wetness, nuzzling my nose in her hair, smelling her scent. She shifted her hips, chasing the tip, wanting it on her clit, moving to meet it. "Stop teasing baby. Lick it. Kiss it. Please, stop being mean to me!" I put my mouth on her button. It was jutting out, begging to be touched, and I pulled it into my mouth with my lips, sucking it in my mouth, flicking my tongue tip over it and she exploded, bucking her hips up to my face, groaning "Ooooo!!," her fists banging the top of my head. 

"You have a killer tongue, you hot fucker..." She was still trembling. "Look what you have done to me. All this very bad language that I never used to use. You are bringing out the worst in me. I've never felt so...I don't know...I can't think of the word..." 

"Decadent?...Depraved?...let's see, how about..."

"Stop! OK... Decadent."

I had moved up to kiss her and was moving my cock up and down over her pussy, feeling her bush tickling the underside of my cock and balls, squeezing her breasts. "I want to see you even nastier, mom."

"Tommy, fuck me, baby...give it to me," she said. "I want it..now! Please!"

I complied. I moved my cockhead to her opening and slipped in easy as pie, entering her smooth channel, starting a steady pumping. "We make a good fit, mom."

"We sure do. Yes, that's it, baby. Just like momma wants. Oooo, Tommy.."

"I love driving you nuts, mom..."

Karen moved around in front and started on my shoulders and arms. She had been in business just a few weeks and already had several clients lined up, keeping her busy for a part of most days, she said. Some were saying they would be regulars. She was already getting referrals.

"So how's things with your mom?"

"Good, real good."

Mom said, "Harder honey. Make me gasp, baby." So I did and started pumping harder, harder, faster, moving my hands under her to her back, then one hand down to her bottom, pulling her to me while I stroked her. She was rubbing my back. "Just like that, Tommy. Nice...nice..."

"I want to cum, mom."

"Yes please do. I'm almost there."

I speeded up and lost myself in her flesh, her yielding womanly flesh and my body took over. I climbed to orgasm and shot inside her, one pulse after another and I heard her moan as she reached hers too. 

"Oooo Tommy, that was so wonderful..."

"I love fucking you, mom."

"Oh, yes, Tommy, yes, I love it too!"

I could feel the terry cloth of her robe on my hair as Karen leaned over me, concentrating on my shoulders, neck and arms, and then moving her open hands with their probing fingers down my back in a smooth up and down gliding that didn't stop. I was more and more relaxed, sinking into the sheet on the table. I thought I could smell a little of her musk over her perfume as she leaned forward and I tipped my head up just enough to see her, her pussy about eye level, just behind the robe . Her pussy, I thought, so often just inches away.

Karen moved to the side and started on my legs, her hands moving from my foot to my calf to my thigh and to my cheek, one leg, then the other, up and down, hands always in motion. The towel was still over my butt but had moved up. "Can I get rid of this?" she asked, tugging at the towel. I said sure. The towel was off. I heard it plop when it hit the floor. 

"You look good, Tom, Such a nice back and legs, and"--she slapped it--"nice butt," she said.

"Thank you, ma'am." When she reached my thighs again I opened my legs for her. 

"Have some tension there?

"Yeah, they're pretty tight."

"They'll need some special attention," and she want to work, her hands resuming their journey up and down my thighs, up to my butt, one hand over one cheek and the other inside one thigh, moving around in circles, moving in between, with her fingernails scraping my balls. She stepped around the table to the other side keeping her fingers of one hand on my back and did the same with the other leg. 

I liked the quiet with only the low music and the soft sound of her hands and occasional rustle of her robe breaking the silence. 

"This feels fantastic, Karen. I had no idea..."

"I love the feel of your skin, Tommy," she said. "And you know, guys sometimes tell a girl she smells good. That is a good thing to tell a girl, by the way, if you didn't already know. Well, you smell good to me, too."

She kept moving her hands around on my butt and thighs. I had opened my legs some more for her. "You don't mind, do you? I really like touching you like this. I'm going to be insulted if I don't make you hard," she said.

"I could get used to this," I said.

"Me too. Kinda personal, though."

"You already know a lot about me, Karen."

"I suppose I do. All good things, too."

"I'm hard, Karen."

"Cool. I'm doing my job."

"You mean driving your customers nuts?"

"What do you mean? Like I turn them on on purpose?" I could hear the smile in her voice. "For your information, Tommy" she said in a low, slow, sexy voice, her hands still busy, "I am a proper masseuse, employing the extensive muscle relaxation techniques I learned through a comprehensive study of anatomy." Her hands and her wonderful fingers were working my thighs and bottom. "This is designed to make one aware of one's body in a way one isn't normally. It is therapeutic in that it reminds us of our bodies and how we take our bodies for granted. Ignore them when they are functioning well. Look how we cover ourselves up with clothes." This was play-talking, as if I needed some basic instruction. "Set decoration for the body. Hiding our shame. Like tattoos but not permanent. Trying to mask our animal nature with artwork." "That's what they said in your classes?"

"Yes. Pretty good, eh?" Her voice had perked up.

"Well, clothes keep us warm."

"Oh, god, yes, I guess they do...and when they come off we get hot."

"You have unmasked me. You are seeing my animal nature. My nude and lewd animal nature."

"For special clients, I like to do that."

I thought of Jane's nude body when I went over to her place two days ago. I let myself in with the key she had given me. When I heard the shower running, I went into her bedroom and took off my clothes, then walked almost on tip-toe to the bathroom. She was humming something. I could see her body behind the semi-opaque shower curtain, her hands busy soaping herself. I was already hard. 

"Pizza man!" I called out and pulled the curtain open. She turned to look, dropping into the crouch, knees together, one hand over her pussy, the other across her breasts. "Jesus Christ! Tommy! You scared me half to death!" she said.

"I got the hot cock special for you, lady," I said.

"Get in here!" She reached out and grabbed my cock, tugging me into the shower. "Very funny."

"How you doing, beautiful?" I backed her into the wall and kissed her, pressing my hard-on against her, pulling her wet soapy body to mine, hands moving up to cup her breasts. 




Mom Finally Becomes June Ch. 05



"Oh my god, Tommy," she said. She put her arms around my neck, pulling me to her.

"Didn't mean to spook you so much, Jane."

"That's OK, I guess. You scared the hell out of me though. Wonderful to see you." 

"You too." My hands were all over her wet, buttery breasts and sides. "You feel so good, Jane." I kissed her, moving into her, rubbing myself against her, cock poking at her patch and then turned her around. "Bend over." She put her hands on the shower wall and bent over, moving her feet back and apart for me. I got my cock at her opening, grabbed her hips and pushed in. "So nice and tight, Jane," I said, working it in and out of her hot, wet clasp.

"You just never know I guess," Jane said. "One minute you think...you are just taking a shower...thinking about what you will be doing...for the rest of the day...and the next minute... you're getting fucked....hard!... doggy!...by a pizza guy!"

"A pizza guy who thinks you're a knockout."

"With a hot cock special for me. Well they say... if you're paying attention...everything's a surprise."

"Where did you hear that?"

"Don't know...maybe I just made it up.. sounds good, though..." 

Karen was still working my cheeks and the inside of my thighs. 

"Still tight, Karen, but it feels much better."

She started going over my whole back, bottom and legs with a lighter touch, her fingers fluttering over me, finishing up. My legs were open and I was rock hard.

"I keep thinking about you and your mom. I just can't imagine anything more erotic than a loving mother with her loving son. My god. What a dynamite combination. And you were so into her."

"I was. All seven inches." 

Karen swatted my butt. "Not what I meant. Now turn over, Tom."

I turned over, my cock pointing up to my belly button.

"Hmm. Shall I pretend not to notice? Being a professional person, I suppose I should. But I can't. Nice cock, Tom. And don't ask. No, I don't say that to the other customers. They are draped appropriately."

"I don't rate a fresh towel?"

"I have to wash these things. You think I'm made of money?"

The banter made the tension bearable.

She poured a little oil on her hands and started on my legs, one at a time, starting at the ankle and moving up.

"That's OK. I like being naked in front of you."

"You do?"

"You've already seen it. And me. In action."

"I have to tell you, it was one of the very hottest things I have ever seen, Tom."

"I knew you were watching and I couldn't stop."

"I couldn't take my eyes off your mom. She loved it. Loved it. I could see it in her face. I could see her hands gripping the edge of the table. See the expression on her face, her concentration. That girl was getting it good!"

Karen was massaging my thighs, carefully kneading the muscles in a way that made my cock move back and forth. 

"I don't know what to say," I said. "I guess I'm glad you brought it up. We might as well talk about it. We already have some."

"Do you mind?"

"I guess not. Would be good to know what you think."

"You were making her cum, Tommy, and I don't know if you know this but the best thing a guy can do for a woman is make her cum. We'll do almost anything for a man who can do that for us."

Her hands were still working my thighs. I thought back to being in the shower with Jane. The water was pouring down her back and I was plunging in and out of her, her ass swaying from side to side, her head down, pushing back at me as I stroked her, holding her hips, adjusting my feet for better traction, reaching to cup her breasts, my focus beginning to narrow to my cock and her pussy, but I was afraid of slipping so I pulled her up against me. "Let's go to your bed." 

"OK."

She shut the water off and we got out of the stall, grabbed a couple of towels and made our way to her bedroom.

"All you want to do is fuck," Jane said, laughing. 

"With you, yes. I don't feel relaxed until I'm doing you..."

Karen had moved around to my head and was dripping warm oil on my chest. Then she opened her robe and let it drop. She wasn't wearing a bra. "I hope you don't mind, Tom. I don't want to get any more oil on this robe."

I moved my head to look. I had seen her tits when we were doing the tiles but free like this was a sight. They were full, firm tits with tiny veins and large areolas with prominent nipples that were already hard, and she was wearing a thong. I could see how her pussy hair was pouching out the front. "Of course I don't mind..."

"I'm glad you feel comfortable being nude with me. I feel the same way about you. Especially when we are talking about such a personal subject." She started massaging my shoulders, neck and chest. She laughed. "And you've already had your tongue on my..let's see..most intimate area. Don't think I've forgotten that."

It seemed to me that there was no connection between her being nude and what we were talking about but I was glad she had dropped the robe. I said, "What about the thong? You'll get oil on that, too."

"Yes, well, maybe that can come off later."

She was moving her hands over my chest, rubbing in circles around my nipples and down to my stomach. Her breasts were in my face, her nipples right over my mouth. I lifted my head to lick them and she leaned down so the soft flesh was in my mouth. 

"Yes, suck on them, Tommy." I could hear her breath quicken, and then she recovered. "So did your mom feel different from your other girls?"

"She sure did."

"Tell me how...this is so interesting to me." 

I was rolling my tongue around her nipple. "The first time, it was like I was dreaming. Doing mom. And her body. Soft, yielding, welcoming me. No resistance to keep overcoming. Not at all like the other girls."

Karen was moving her breasts so one nipple was in my mouth and then the other. "So you had thought about it with her before?"

"All the time. I couldn't help it. She's so pretty. And nice.. And after Dad was gone, well there was that absence and she was so lonely. And I wanted to just, you know, help her, and I guess for me that meant sexually, but conventions and all, and I didn't think I should want to or could."

"I bet it was driving you nuts."

"It was and part of me suspected that she was aware of me. Of what I wanted. And then we started kissing."

"On her mouth?"

"Yes. Just short kisses at first, for the first month or so, then longer, and she would let herself relax into me so I could feel her body against me. It was something."

"I think you were right even then. Of course she knew."

"It seemed to me like we were always sort of dancing when we were around each other."

Karen moved to the side and started on my legs again, one at a time, not spending so much time on my lower legs but concentrating on my thighs. I was so hard my cock was lifting up from my belly.

"This is so hot, Tom. So how did it happen the first time?"

"She was making stew. It was just a normal evening. Jane was coming to dinner. We were having some wine. I was in the kitchen. For some reason...I don't know... just the way she looked with her back to me, stirring the stew. I had this feeling of tenderness for her that drew me to her and I put my hands on her shoulders and then, like her body was a Ouija board, they went to her breasts. It was electric. One touch and everything changed for me. She said stop, I'm your mom and all that, and I said I was sorry. But she wasn't mad and seemed upset with herself. She said she sometimes had to remember who I was, being her son and all."

Karen was doing my inner thigh with one hand and my abdomen with the other. Just right around my cock and balls, teasing me like I had teased mom this morning.

"She had crossed the line herself, in her head," Karen said. "She had just told you."

"That's what I thought too, so I put my hands on her breasts again and this time she didn't stop me. It happened so fast. So sudden. We were kissing, and then we were on the kitchen floor. I was doing her, you know..."

"Fucking her..."

"Yes. It was amazing. I was completely carried away and then Jane showed up. The doorbell rang."

"Oh shit."

"That's what mom said...a word I had never heard her use. So we stopped."

Karen moved around to the other side, keeping one hand on me as she did, and started on my other leg.

"So what happened next?"

"Mom got fixed up and I went into the bathroom and when I came out Jane was there and we just had a normal dinner. Mom was tense at first but relaxed as we ate and she seemed fine after a while. I walked Jane home and when I got back to our house she was asleep. So I got undressed and went into her room..."

Karen was doing my thigh with one hand and my abdomen with the other, the same as with the other leg, and then I felt the feather-light touch of her fingertips on my cock.

"And...?"

"I got into bed with her and she woke up and she said no at first but that didn't last long. It was quite a night."

"Oh my god, Tommy, that is so hot! I can just imagine your amazement, being inside her, saying to yourself, `this is really happening!'" 

Karen's fingers were moving ever so lightly over my cock, over the shaft and tip.

"I was out of my mind...so excited...plunging like crazy. I didn't last long." 

My eyes were closed, my mind re-playing that moment. Then I felt her hot breath on my cockhead and fingertips lifting it and then the warmth of her lips as she slid them over the head, and took it into her mouth, deep into her mouth. She was sucking me and I was lifting to meet her, my hand on her head. 

"Karen, I'll cum!"

She didn't stop. One hand was cupping my balls and the other was jacking me and her head was bobbing up and down. I couldn't hold it. A rush of pleasure overwhelmed me and I came in her mouth, feeling my cock pulsing and pulsing and she took it all, swallowing, swirling her tongue around on the head until I started to go down.

"Mmm that was nice, Tom. Did you like...?"

"I can't talk...it was fantastic."

She moved her lips next to my ear and whispered, "Something I forgot to mention." She looked up at me, smiling, "I love to suck cock."

"I want to give you a massage," I said to her.

"Really?" She straightened up. "I'd love that. But hold on. I'd better go check on Walter. See what he's up to. Be right back." She took a bottle of water from the table and took a swig, smiling at me as she moved it around in her mouth before swallowing. Then she picked up her robe and skipped to the door leading upstairs.

My mind drifted back to Jane. I pulled her after me to her bed. We were rolling around until I got on top of her, my legs in between hers. I love the way she opens them for me, knees up a little then relaxing and falling away. I got my cock at her entrance and pushed in, fucking her hard and fast at first and then pulled out.

"What are you doing?"

I kissed her, then moved down to her neck and breasts, kissing and sucking on her nipples, then down to her belly and to her pussy. 

"Oh, yes," she said as I put my mouth on her and moved my tongue between her folds up and down like I had done with June. I pulled her lips aside, licking up and down, putting my mouth on her, sucking and kissing her lips, moving up to her clit, circling round and round, until she was twisting under me. "Please Tommy, kiss it, please!"

So I did and she exploded in a shuddering orgasm. "Oooo, Thomas!"

I kept licking but more slowly until her breathing became more regular and then I mounted her and pushed my cock into her and fucked her hard. I don't know why. I just really wanted to give it to her sort of rough. I was beside myself, my hands were all over her, rubbing my belly against hers, squeezing her breasts, kissing her, until I felt my cum rising and it burst inside her in a blaze and I cried out and groaned and she said, "easy, baby, easy..."

I lifted my head when I heard Karen's soft footsteps coming quickly back down the stairs. She smiled at me as she entered, then closed the door carefully, glancing at me as she did, and I saw her turn the lock. She came over to the table and dropped her robe. "I like it better down here."

I sat up, swinging my legs over the side and pulled her between them, her pussy against my cock. She had this wonderful look on her face I can't describe. Calm, excited, something like that. I cupped her breasts and then I kissed her, her full lips and mine meeting for the first time in a long kiss, her soft mouth open, our tongues touching, sliding over each other, exploring but not probing. I slipped my hands around to her bottom, pulling her closer. Her mouth felt delicious and it occurred to me that this kiss felt more intimate to me than her lips had on my cock. I don't think either of us wanted it to end and when it did we looked at each other, wide-eyed with surprise.

She gave her head a quick shake and took a step back."You wouldn't guess what he's up to." She looked amused and surprised.

"Tell me."

"He's going to Australia with his golf friends."

"What?"

"He doesn't want to wait for spring up here and then it occurred to him that it is spring in Australia so they want to go and play courses there. He's been on the phone for hours, he said. Talking to his friends. Four of them. Making plans. They are leaving next week. For three weeks at least."

"Are you going?" I reached out to take her hands and pulled her back against me.

"I'd like to see Australia, but no. Not now." She nodded at the room. "This remodeling cost more than I expected. The trip will cost a lot for him but more if I went. So I said you go. I'll stay here and make some money. And he was OK with that." Her hands were on my thighs. "He said OK without hardly thinking. I think he would really rather go with just his friends."

"What's he doing now?"

"Still on the phone, talking to them. Making arrangements. Booking a flight and hotels. Setting up an itinerary."

"You'll be OK alone?"

"I think so. I won't book any bikers. And you'll be next door. My next appointments are with women anyway."

I was rubbing her waist and bottom, my hard cock at her pussy. 

"Want that massage?"

"Sure do." 

I stood up. "On the table..."

She got on the table, face down in the doughnut cushion. I poured some oil on the small of her back and started to work it on her back, shoulders, sides and bottom.

"Let me know how I'm doing."

"It's just right."

"That was a great blowjob." My hands were gliding smoothly over her soft skin. 

"Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"What is it about it that you like?"

"Oh gosh, just being the focus of all that need, the feel of it in my mouth. And your cocks are such interesting things. They are so odd looking and when they are hard they are hard and soft at the same time. With a spongy head, sort of. I like to lick it. And I know how incredibly sensitive it is. I haven't done it for a long time. I guess it goes without saying. Walter isn't interested anymore."

"That's hard to believe."

"And I love it when you cum. Sweet and salty at the same time...so easy to give you guys so much pleasure."

I had moved down to her legs, pushing them apart, rubbing her thigh and calf, then up on the inside, to the inside of her thigh, my fingertips right at her pussy and the other hand on her cheek. I moved over to her other side, letting my fingertips trail on her skin as I went around the table, the same as she had done for me, and started on her other leg.

"You're in a hurry to finish with this side so it will be time for me to turn over."

"That's right. You ought to see Mr. Stiffman here...you want me to spend more time on your back?" 

"No, no, that's OK. I mean, you are doing fine and I don't need a massage massage. I mean, the whole thing."

I had skipped her calves by now and was just working on her thighs and inner thighs and bottom.

"You've got a great ass, by the way. Before I forget to mention it."

"Thank you. I'm so happy you like it."

"Did you ever wonder why I was always walking a step or so behind you when I was in your house, like the time I repaired your flower pot?"

"I did."

"What did you think?"

"I thought, he likes staring at my ass."

"Time to turn over."

She turned over. Her full tits with their stiff nipples settled on her chest but still stood up almost all the way. She was beautiful to look at, smiling up at me, her full lips parted to reveal her white, even teeth. I drank in the clear creamy skin of her breasts and belly, down to her slight tummy and tapered slope that narrowed to her delta, still covered by that thong, and her shapely legs and calves that turned heads, turned them sharply, when she walked by. Her eyes were all smoky, like mom's, full of desire. I slipped my hands to her hips and pulled her thong down and off, Karen lifting herself to help me, her lovely pussy appearing, her full, neatly trimmed V, her womanly oasis.

I moved up behind her head, leaning over her, dripping a few drops of oil on her stomach and started there, then up to her breasts, pulling up on them by her nipples.

"Oooh... Tommy..."

I moved my hands to her shoulders and head and forehead, cheeks, neck, breasts and stomach down to her mound, stroking it, moving my middle finger between her folds, then up again. 

"What size are your tits?"

"Full C or small D depending on the time of month."

"Beautiful full tits. So soft. And your nipples...god how can Walter resist?"

"I stopped wondering a long time ago."

I wished I hadn't asked. It was hard to miss the sadness in her voice.

"Your finger feels so good there, Tommy. In my pussy. I couldn't see that day. She was bent over. Does she shave?"

"No, full and trimmed, just like you."

"I've always liked my patch. Keep it soft and trimmed. Shampoo'ed."

I spread my oiled hand down and cupped it, rubbing my finger again along her cleft. "Soft and silky."

"Oooo Tommy!" She had opened her legs. "I am so hot, Tommy. So ready for you..."

I moved around to her side and continued with her breasts and stomach and pussy. She had opened her legs a little more,. She reached out with her hand to stroke my cock.

"Such a pretty, pretty cock you have, Tommy."

I slipped a finger, then two inside her, rubbing up against the top of her channel and she groaned and lifted up. I leaned down to kiss her lips, then down to her pussy to kiss it and move my tongue to her bud, around it, lightly brushing over it, making her twitch and squirm.

"Oh god don't tease too much, Tommy. Please!"

I moved up to the front of the table again and pulled her to me a couple of inches until her head was over the edge. I lifted her shoulders enough to take the doughnut cushion out and dropped it on the floor. 

"Let your head hang down."

She did.

"That's it."

I dripped a few more drops on her belly and went back to work on her front. My cock was right at her face. 

"Open your mouth, Karen."

She opened it and I slid my cock all the way in. She took it easily. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head and shaft. I was stroking slowly in and out, moving my hands over her breasts, kneading them, rolling her nipples with my fingers, then to her belly and down to her pussy again, up and down. She reached her hands back to my bottom, rubbing it and pulling me closer. I felt I was getting close so I pulled out and moved around to the other end, pulling her down until her pussy was just at the edge of the table. I put her legs on my shoulders. She was looking at me, her arms still back over her head, all tense and expectant, eager.

"Ready, Karen?"

"Yes, Tommy. Do me..."

I pushed in, deep into her warm center and began fucking her. 

"Oh my god Tom..."

"You're fantastic, Karen..."

"It's been so long..."

"You're so very beautiful..."




Mom Finally Becomes June Ch. 05



"It's been so very, very long..."

"Your pussy...so soft and tight..."

"Lie on me, Tommy."

She extended her arms to me and I pulled her up so she was sitting. I kissed her neck and her mouth and then I picked her up, her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist. I walked us over to her bedroom door, pushed it open with my foot and laid her on her bed without leaving her.

"I so want you, Tom. I so want you to fuck me."

I did, stroking in and out of her, going faster and faster, her arms around my back, rubbing it, moving her head from side to side as her pleasure began to build and take over. She surrendered to my cock and body and I rode her up to an orgasm that shook her to her core. A long moan rose out of her as she clenched herself against me as close as she could and I felt my own orgasm rising. I came in her, feeling myself shoot inside her, having to slow down a little as the pleasure was so intense I almost couldn't take it.

"Oh Tommy, my god that was so wonderful...thank you so much..."

I rolled over taking her with me so she was lying on me, her face in my neck, her arms around me, holding me tight, my cock still inside her, my legs around hers, my arms holding her tight. Then I felt tears on my neck. I could feel her shaking so I held her even tighter, not saying anything, rubbing her back, listening to all that loneliness drain out of her as she wept quietly. I rocked us gently from side to side as if we were slow-dancing.

Several minutes later we were back in the main room. She had put her robe back on and was sitting on the massage table, her legs crossed, her arms at her sides, hands on the table, watching me as I got dressed, a quiet smile on her face. 

"I feel so much better, Tom. Like I've snapped out of something. I'm so glad that drought is over. I need love and I need sex. I need to plan a better future for me." She said all this matter-of-factly. "I loved what we did and I want to do it again."

"I do too."

"I was hoping you would say that. I know things can't go on like this forever, but..."

"They can for a while, Karen," I said. I had finished dressing. "For a long while."

"I'd love that, Tommy. I know your mom comes first, of course. Every once in a while though..." She reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a key and handed it to me. "I had this made for you. It's to the slider." She still had the shy smile on her face that was even now a little flushed from the bedroom. "I was hoping this would happen. You have my cell. Just call. Or if you are alone and restless some night just let yourself in."

"Thanks. What a gift." I held it, turning it around in my fingers, looking at it like it was a small piece of sculpture. "I will. I had no idea how great massages can be. I'm going to want them all the time." I looked up at her. "I loved doing the same for you." She looked so very pretty, even happy. "And you have my cell. We'll be in touch all the time but, you know, if something comes up or you're restless or something and you want to see me..."

"I'll remember that...So, what happens now?"

"Well, mom worked the day shift today. She'll be home in an hour or so. I'll get a shower and start dinner."

"Thank you again for a wonderful afternoon. I loved it, Tommy."

"So did I. I wanted this to happen, too."

"Not so hard to see you go when I know you'll be coming back."

I walked over to the slider and opened it. "I sure will." I tried the key in the lock, locking and unlocking it. "It works." I clipped it in with my other keys.

"I know. I tested it."

"This is great. I'm happy." I glanced out to her back yard where the shadows were getting longer and the afternoon light was fading. I looked back at her. "There was something else I wanted to say but it slipped my mind. I guess it wasn't important. It'll come to me later. I'll tell you then. Bye for now, Karen."

"Bye, Tommy."

When I got home I took a shower. Under the warm water I thought about what had just happened. Mom and Jane would meet new men and they knew the same would happen to me, Karen being the first example. They expect that, since I'm pretty much just starting out. The whole idea of any of us "cheating" is not an issue. I'll tell them about Karen if it ever comes up. I'm not going to try to become any kind of Don Juan. That's never interested me. I don't want to keep secrets from them but they will expect me to be discreet about others, as they will be. It would not occur to us to be anything else. So I think as long as I respect the relationship that I have with each of them, and guard that, we should be fine. 

I dressed and went downstairs and started dinner. I was well into it and getting anxious that it might not be done in time when the phone rang. It was Jane.

"Hi Mr. Pizza man, is June there?"

"She worked the day shift today. She should be home real soon."

"Oh."

She sounded disappointed. "Listen," I said, "I'm glad you called. Why don't you come over for dinner? Please do. We have plenty."

"Sounds wonderful," she said. Her voice was brighter. 

"Come as soon as you can. We'll have a glass of wine."

"OK, Tommy. See you soon," she said, and we hung up.

I was back at the stove, stirring the stew and thinking it was about time to set the table when mom got home. 

"Jane is coming for dinner tonight, June," I said, as she walked into the kitchen. "She'll be here about 7:00." 

"What are we having?"

"Stew."



Mom Finally Becomes June



Her hands went around my neck and down my back and then up again. I pulled her nightie up and off and slid her panties down. For the second time she lifted a little to help me. If the panties had snagged I would have ripped them off. 

I moved over her, my cock on her pussy, and let my weight down on her lightly, feeling her soft flesh, her warm belly, her pussy hair against me, her breasts against my chest. I kissed her again, and her resistance was gone. "Oh Tommy," she said. I was rubbing my body on hers, sort of up and down and back and forth, in a kind of circle, feeling my cock massaging her pussy lips. I kissed her again and she kissed me back hard, her hands now on my back and neck, pulling me to her. She opened her legs. "Baby, yes, hurry, fuck me, baby!" 

"Oh, mom, you feel so good!" 

"You too, baby, but hurry!" She opened her legs wider, then brought them up and moved her middle so she was pushing up against my cock. She brought her hands down to my bottom and pulled me against her, then moved one hand under me and took my cock. I lifted a little and she guided it to her opening. Up and down. A little in and then back out.

"That's it honey," she said. "Push." And I did, and I was in, again! I slid in so nice and easy, she was so ready for me. "That's it baby," she said. Her soft wet warmth enveloping my hard cock, and I started to stroke her. "Oh yes, baby, yes, that's it." I was stroking nice and easy and slow. "Yes, that's it, just like that. Oh honey it feels so good." She was holding me so tight, and her breath against my neck and ear and saying in my ear,"Yes, that's it baby," and I knew I was her lover and no longer just her son. I started to fuck her faster. "Yes, baby, faster. Fuck me faster honey!" She moved her legs over my back around my waist, moving in rhythm with me. "Oh honey, I'm going to cum!" she said. I was almost there too, feeling the heat rise in me and knowing I was just about at the point of no return. "Oh baby," She was moaning. "Oh baby faster!. Faster!" I was fucking her as fast as I could, and fucking her with hard, long strokes, our bodies moving together in complete sync, and then I felt my cum rising and I knew I couldn't stop. 

"I'm cumming, mom." 

And she said, "Me too baby." And I felt the rush of seed rising and then with a thrust the first hot jet squirting into her and squirting more cum with each thrust, the pleasure almost too intense to bear, and she yelled "OHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH!" She was scatching my back and tossing her head from side to side. "OHHHHHHHHHH!!!." I was so happy. Still thrusting but slower now. "Oh my god, Tommy!" She was rubbing my back and kissing me as I was stroking her, just gradually slowing. "Mmmmmmmmm," she said. "Honey." 

"Don't talk," I said.. I was still stroking her, all the way in and all the way out until finally I relaxed and let myself lay on her, on my elbows a little. I kissed her. She was smiling at me, a lovely sleepy smile. 

"That was wonderful, Thomas," she said, her voice quiet and serious. "The best fuck I have ever had. Thank you. I love you." 

"You are my woman, now," I said to her. 

"I damn well better be!" she said, and we both laughed. 

"How do you feel?" she asked. 

"Like I've never felt before. Wonderful. A man," I said. 

"Yes, you certainly are," she said. "Do you feel bad? 

"No," I said. 

"Neither do I," she said. 

"We're going to have to do this again," I said. 

"Yes," she said, "again and again." She paused, "and again and again."

"And more after that," I said. 

And she said, "Yes, and more after that." 

We were looking at each other as if we had just seen each other for the first time, not smiling, just looking in each other's eyes. "I love you so much, Tom" 

"I love you so much, too, June, my beautiful woman," I said. I pulled out and lay beside her, then pulled her over on top of me, with her legs outside of mine, feeling her wonderful weight on me. I was still hard, rubbing my cock at her opening and she lifted a little to help me push it back inside her. 

"I'm tired, Tom. Do you mind if we sleep like this for a bit?" she asked. 

"No, that's fine," I said. 

"I'm do happy, Tom," she said. "My wonderful lover." She lay her head on my chest against my neck. My cock felt so good inside her. I was completely comfortable and relaxed, rubbing her back and bottom slowly and I could feel her breathing become more regular until finally we drifted off. 

About an hour later we woke up and fucked again, and then again, and once more before morning. She taught me how to make love to her pussy with my mouth, and she took my cock in hers. I must have made her cum seven or eight times. By morning we were like new people and it has been the same ever since, going on a year now.

I'm in college, of course, but I transferred to the local university so I could stay at home. I didn't leave after all. The other school had a better reputation, but this school is less expensive and the books are the same. If I can understand the ideas it doesn't matter much to me where I read them. And, of course, you have just read about the attractions at home. As for Jane, well, that's another story for another time.