8 comments/ 305947 views/ 76 favorites Stormy Weather Ch. 01 By: thehumpman My name is Brandon Robertson, and I'm eighteen and live at home for the time being with my mother and my father. I have two older siblings, my brother Carter is currently in college and has finished pre law, he is planning on following in our father's footsteps and becoming a lawyer. My sister Amy is in her sophomore year at college, and she is planning on becoming a teacher when she finishes school. Our father's name is Ronald Robertson, he is fifty four years old and has his own law firm called The Robertson Law Firm. They deal mostly in representing companies in everything from environmental cases to sexual harassment cases. Our mother's name is Amanda Robertson and she is forty two years old, I know there is a twelve-year age difference between the two of them. They met when she was studying meteorology and protesting one of the companies that my father was representing in an environmental matter. She finished school, yet she never worked in meteorology, she ended up staying home taking care of us kids. Our father has not aged well over the years, he works very hard, spends too little time in the gym, he is probably thirty pounds overweight, going bald and has high blood pressure. As for our mother she is still as beautiful now as she was when she first met our father. My mother has long red hair that flows just past her shoulder blades when she let's it hang down. She loves tanning, she will be found in our backyard tanning herself or during the bad weather using the tanning bed dad bought for her. She never over does it either, she just does it long enough to maintain the light brown color to her skin. The tanning brings out the emerald green of her eyes, the fullness of her lips, if she did not go to school for meteorology or decided to be a stay at mom, she could have easily been a model. Unlike dad she kept her body in good shape, with exercise and diet after she decided that three kids were enough. She did go through a fat period for a few years, then she started exercising, jogging and working out on a home gym. Mom's body has drawn lots' of either welcome or unwelcomed attention from our friends as kids calling her a milf or from Dad's friends who openly flirt with her. Mom has a beautiful chest, my friends are always commenting on how nice her rack is, I did some snooping one time, mostly to settle a bet. I found that her breasts were thirty-eight c's, and her stomach is flat with just a few signs of the stretch marks from having three kids. Mom has long shapely legs that are neither too skinny nor too muscular and her ass is well rounded, not fat, but not small either, our father is always calling in her best feature. As for me I guess you could say I'm the lazy one out of this family of achievers, I've always gotten grades that were just good enough to get by. I did excel in sports, on the high school football team I played outside linebacker made all state in my senior year. During the winter I played basketball, I did not start but I usually got to play about ten minutes a game and I lettered. In the spring I played baseball, I was one of the team's pitchers and I played shortstop when I was not pitching. I excelled at baseball, I set the school record for home runs, runs batted in and strikeouts. When graduation came around I had no idea what I wanted to take in college, my parents were proud that I got a sports scholarship. I was going to play baseball for the state university this spring yet I could not come up with any kind of course of study. So my guidance counselor just signed me up for general studies and hoped I would be able to settle on something. Now on with the story on how my mother had to help with an unfortunate accident this summer. I was playing a pick up game of baseball with some friends down at the athletic field of our old school. A hard hit grounder came at me fast and took a bad bounce, the ball hit me hard right in the groin. I dropped like a ton of bricks screaming in pain, the guys called for an ambulance on their cell phones and I had to go to the hospital for surgery. I ended up spending a week in the hospital after the surgery, and I had to have a tube inserted into my scrotum for drainage. The pain and swelling were intense, but I could never find a way to get completely comfortable. At the end of the week our family doctor came into my room with my parents to discharge me. "Well Brandon it looks like you can go home, your mother has already followed the special instructions I've given her for you to return home." The doctor said to me. "Doctor Mitchell, what special instructions?" I asked. "We do not want you to have any sexual stimulation for the next three weeks, your mother had a special cable box installed so you cannot see anything other that PG-13 programming. She also had a special block put on the computer so that you cannot surf the web for pornography. She also went through your room and got all of the pornography out of it, including explicit magazines." He explained to me. "Great now mom and dad think I'm some pervert who can't control his urges." I said in disbelief. "No son, you don't do anything different from when I was your age, we think you are a healthy normal eighteen years old." My father said reassuring me. "Now you will have to continue to ice your groin throughout the day and night to help with the swelling and pain. I also have prescribed a pain killer for you that will help you at home as well, any questions or you experience any blood in your urine come right back and see me." Explained Doctor Mitchell. "Yes Doctor, I think Brandon will do quite well at home." My mother chimed in. The ride home was quiet, my parents made small talk in the front seat, as I mentioned earlier my mother was a stay at home mom. Then during my senior year in high school, my mother who was both bored and facing an empty nest got a job at channel twelve doing the weather. She was going to work under the senior meteorologist at the station and it would help her catch up to date on the new weather forecasting technology. She offered to see if she could get a leave of absence from the station, but I insisted she did not need too. She usually did the early morning and lunchtime newscasts Monday through Friday, I would hate to see mom have to stay home from a job she really loved doing. The only draw back since she did take the job being, an on air meteorologist was the fan mail she got from some of the mail viewers. Mom usually dressed conservatively, yet there were a few times she allowed her natural attributes show. This usually attracted some unsavory e-mails from male viewers who wanted her to send them perverted pictures or wanted to sniff her dirty undies. My exile began with my new sterile environment from anything sexual, I was so bored having nothing but tame television shows and video games. The only female I actually was around or watched on television was my mother doing the weather at noon. I can see at times over the last couple of weeks why my mother received some of those e-mails. Most days she looks very conservative and then other she wore short skirts, tight tops while doing the weather. My mother is truly a beautiful woman and I hated to admit I enjoyed watching her do her thing on television. After a few weeks of this no sex torture I was going through Doctor Mitchell called and wanted me to come in for an appointment. My mother took the day off and was going to take me to the doctor's office herself. I was instructed to go into the examination room and undress, then put on the hospital gown that was provided for me. After that my doctor, my mother walked into the room and to my embarrassment he lifted the gown up to my waist leaving me exposed to my mother. He carefully examined my groin, moving my penis around, then he cupped my balls and felt them carefully. He then pulled the gown back down, much to my relief, I was amazed my mother sat there watching the entire examination. "Mrs. Robertson, I think your son has healed quite well from his injury and can resume normal sexual activity, as well as masturbation." He announced bluntly. "That is good to hear that he has healed well, I will call the cable company and get your normal cable box, you can use the computer again and your magazines are stored in the garage." She said as if to encourage me to masturbate. "Also I'm going to need two samples a day of his ejaculate for the next two weeks, we need to make sure that everything on the inside is still working right." He said. "Just see my nurse for the sample cups and you can just drop the samples off at the lab at the hospital." "Two samples a day for two weeks, I guess you're going to be busy Brandon." My mother laughed aloud. "I guess I better borrow some of your lotion." I replied trying to take some of the attention off of me. "Well we will leave you to get dressed, see you out in the waiting room." My mother said following the doctor out of the room. I got home and enjoyed the drive home with my mother, she told me how my brother and sister were enjoying their summers and how the station was going to do more in the school classrooms around the area. She was really excited about working with young kids and helping them learn about the weather. I took a lot of ribbing from my father that night about the sample thing and then after watching some television I carried my box of movies up to my room. I tried several times to masturbate that night and was quite disappointed that I could not get a hard on. The next morning my mother stopped into my room to give me a kiss as she left for work. I got up a few hours later and got my magazines from the garage, I tried until about noon trying to get an erection with no success. I gave up and turned on the noon news on the station my mother worked at, then I sat down and watched. My mother came on within the first few minutes to give an update of the weather currently happening. Then I felt it my cock twitched in my shorts, it literally jumped as I saw my mother sitting behind a desk. She was wearing a red blouse, which fit tight on her, accentuating her breasts and I knew from this morning she had on a black skirt that was cut above the knee. I continued to watch waiting the fifteen minutes for my mother's weather report and sure enough she stood in front of the giant screen weather map. My cock was now getting hard and starting to strain against my shorts. I pulled it out without thinking and began to stroke it, watching my mother do the weather. Then as I was about to cum, I remembered the sample cup and shot my load into it. I put the cup into the fridge and went back upstairs, I ended up falling asleep on my bed and did not hear my mother come home. She knocked softly on my door and came into my room, she sat down on my bed and woke me up from my nap. "Hey honey I see you got Doctor Mitchell his first sample, don't forget he needs another one." She said to me. "I'll try mom, but it was pretty hard getting the first one." I replied sleepily. "Are you feeling okay, we can take you back to the doctors if you are having problems?" She asked me. "No I'm fine, but it's just the pressure of getting the sample." I said to make something believable up. "Okay well dinner will be in a few hours, so you just stay up here and relax." She said to leave my room to get supper going. My mother left my room and I tried to rid myself of getting turned on by her, I waited a few more minutes and my cock softened. As soon as I went downstairs for dinner and sat at the table with my parents, my cock once again betrayed me. All throughout dinner I was hard and my mother was the cause of this. Later that night I tried hard to get an erection so I could get another sample and failed to do so. The next morning my mother asked if I had another sample for her to drop off on her way to work and I told her no. She told me to keep trying and I told her I would do my best to get what the doctor wanted. All morning long I went from watching porn, looking at magazines, surfing stories on the internet, nothing worked. Once again I found myself drawn to the noon time news and once again as soon as my mother came on, I got an erection. Today she wore a tight pair of navy blue slacks, a light blue blouse and a tight navy blue blazer. I watched as the camera showed both the weather and her great ass at the same time. Soon I was filling another sample cup with my hot cum, I put the cap on it and took it down to the fridge. The same routine was going on every day for me, every night when she got home, and I was in a constant state of arousal. Friday afternoon when my mother came home from work, she did a beeline to my bedroom. "Brandon, Doctor Mitchell is concerned on why I've only brought in three samples so far when he should have six." She said to me. "So if you cannot come up with eight samples this weekend he is going to bring you in for further examinations and tests." "I'm sorry mom, and I will try harder at getting the samples for Doctor Mitchell." I then begged her. "Please don't let him put me into the hospital again." "Brandon, just do what you have to do to get the samples for the doctor." She said to me and then she left my room. I debated with myself all evening if I should tell my mother my little problem I was having at getting an erection without her help. So I waited until after my father went to bed and I headed downstairs, I did not want to go back into the hospital. I turned off the television, she wasn't paying any attention to it anyway, she was too busy reading a book on Doppler radar. "Mom, we really need to talk about this problem that I have been having to get the samples the Doctor wanted." I said to her in a very serious tone of voice. "Hold on baby and let me finish this last page to the chapter." She said to me, when she finished she put a bookmark in place and put the book down on the coffee table. "Mom, I've tried everything that I can think of, thinking of girls whom I went to school with, looking at my magazines, surfing for porn and erotic stories on the internet and watching my porn DVD's. Nothing is working for me to get an erection needed to get the samples, the only way I've been able to get the four I have already been from watching." I stopped not sure if I should go any further. "Watching what? Whatever you are watching we can make sure you see plenty of it so we can get those samples." My mother said to me anxious to help. "Well mom, if you really must know the only time I can get hard is watching you do the weather at noon. I masturbate watching give your weather reports, now you know I'm so kind of sick degenerate." I said to fight the urge to run out of there. "No honey, Doctor Mitchell warned me that this could happen, when we took all of your female stimulation from you and I was all that you saw." She explained to me the Doctors' theory. "Your mind still sees me as not only your mother but as a sexual object, the longer you continue to expose yourself to other women the sooner you can get over your arousal of me." "Yes but Mom, what about the samples?" I asked her, hoping she would have a solution for my problem. "Well give me time to think and I will hopefully have a solution for you in the morning." She explained. "Now why doesn't you go and try to get some sleep." I tried to conceal my hard on as I got up and left the living room leaving my mother alone to think. I did not hear her come upstairs for another hour and then she went to bed, the next morning I was awoken by a soft knocking at my bedroom door. "Come in." I said. My mother came into my room, she was wearing her bathrobe and her fluffy pink slippers as she sat down on my bed and crossed her long legs. She looked beautiful even in the morning without the aide of makeup. "Brandon we really need to get these samples and I have two days to get eight of them out of you, I too do not want to see you go back into the hospital." She said to me. "So you found a solution for me." I said sitting up in hope. "Yes." She said and pulled my sheet off of me to expose my boxers which were already starting to tent at her presence. "Do not tell your father about this, he is off playing golf now and we have time to get a sample." Without saying a word my mother reached over to my night stand and grabbed the hand lotion, she squirted a big gob of it onto her hand. Then without saying a word she pulled my six and a half inch cock from my boxers. She touched with her hand full of lotion and gently began to stroke me up and down. I moaned aloud in pleasure at the first hand job I have gotten from someone other than myself, even if it was my own mother. She continued to expertly work my cock up and down with hand, then as if she has been giving hand jobs all of her life she knew when I was almost ready to cum and got the sample cup. "Oh god, oh god mom, here it cums." I said aloud. With that I shot load after load into the cup filling it three quarters of the way up, my mother put the lid on and left the bedroom. I got up still in shock of what had just happened and then I went to take a shower to get cleaned up. I got dressed and had breakfast, around noon my mother was out in the back yard by the in ground pool working on her tan. She wore her usual conservative blue bikini, and she called for me to come over to her lounge chair. She sat up and told me to sit down, she then got my cock out of my shorts and this time she put some sun tan lotion on her hands. She was prepared too, and she already had a cup ready to collect the sample. Once again with expert precision her hand worked up and down on my cock until I shot another load of cum into the cup. I watched as her hand stroked the sample into the cup and she put the lid onto it, then she instructed me to go in and put it in the fridge. My father got home and the rest of the day was uneventful, then my mother asked me if I wanted to go to the store with her to get some garlic bread for dinner. Before the store we pulled into one of the local parks in our small city, my mother told me to lie back in my seat. She undid my shorts and took my already hard cock out, she had a small bottle of lotion in her purse which she used on it. This time it was taking me longer to cum, whether it was the fact we were in public or the fact that I had already cum twice that day. "Mom can, and I touch you, I think I need more stimulation?" I asked her. "You touch my breasts if it will help you get this over with." She said leaning closer to me. The first touch of her breasts through her shirt and I was already cumming into the cup she had brought along. We straightened up and she gave me a couple of wet naps to clean my cock off, then we went to the store to get the garlic bread. Later that night, I could hear her in her bedroom making love to my father, it did not last very long. In about fifteen minutes she came into my room, I could already hear my father snoring loudly. "We need that fourth sample." She said yawning. "Sorry mom, I jerked off while listening to you and Dad have sex." I told her handing her the sample cup. "Well if I knew all I had to do was make love to your father four times a day to get your samples, I would have saved myself the embarrassment of jerking my own son off three times today already." She said to me not hiding her sarcasm in her voice. "Sorry." I said to put my head down. "Oh don't worry about it, your father would probably have a heart attack if I was to have sex with him that often." She said. "I will see you in the morning then, your dad has to get up early to go fishing with a couple of the other lawyers." She left my room to go downstairs and put the sample in the fridge with the others, then she returned to bed. Around eight in the morning she came into my room for another sample, she was wearing a long white silk night gown with spaghetti straps. The nightgown showed her ample cleavage and her nipples were erect against the material. Stormy Weather Ch. 01 Jack stepped out of the shower and dried himself. As he stood in front of the mirror, he shook is genitals just a little. That looked better to him. He was not all that large, but when erect, it did the job, his size never bothered him. He dried and got ready to go. Boxers, tan corduroy pants, open neck plaid shirt and a brown v neck sweater. He had a meeting with the department dean this morning and afterwards, he was not sure what he was going to do. He was 28 years old, a PhD that had been hired by a local university to do research and teach a few classes. They hired him because his projects always came with huge grants, already in place bringing prestige and more important, money to the school. He had been there about six months and everything was going well; well as far as school went. Jack had inherited from his grandfather more money that anyone could possible use. It was vested and in annuities. Jack would never have to work if he chose not to, but he liked what he did and had no desire to just spend money. His parents like his grandfather were wealthy and their fortune would be left to him. He hoped that would not be soon, he loved his parents and that relationship was important. He found what he thought to be an ideal place to live, until he figured out exactly what he was going to do more permanently. Cynthia Summers, a widow of 48, had a mother apartment that was attached to her very lovely home in a prestigious area of town. It had two doors, one to the outside and the other to the main house. He used the one to the main house because then Mrs. S, as he called her, would know when he was leaving and coming, not because she checked up or cared, but it gave a feeling of security. Jack was fine with that, in fact, he liked her company and they had become friends. Cynthia Summers husband, Charles, had died about three years ago. He was a partner in a very successful firm. As he was crossing the street he was hit by a international deliveries firm's truck. It was found the driver had been smoking pot and the out of court settlement insured Cynthia would never have to work again a day in her life. On top of that a key man insurance policy bought out her husband's share of the business for an amount that was in the high seven figures. She was wealthy, and yet, led a very conservative life style. Over the months Jack and Cynthia had spent time together in the evening watching TV or talking about every subject imaginable. They had become comfortable with their living arrangement and were very aware of the boundaries involved. One area they had in common, which they had discussed was their social life sucked. Cynthia had offers to date and had, but before long money always seemed to be on the suitors mind. So it was just easier to be very selective and never get really close. It had not been that long and she understood money always complicates relationships. Jack was almost the same. He dated occasionally, but it was mostly for affairs that he was obliged to attend. The students were off limits and frankly, he did not meet that many other women. His female colleagues were interested mostly in their disciplines, and that was not what Jack needed. So on this wintery Thursday morning, Jack left his apartment. As he passed the kitchen he saw Cynthia who was busily wiping the kitchen counters that were not dirty when she started. Nothing in the house was every dirty or out of place in her house or in Jack's apartment. They use to kid each other about their obsessions. "Good morning Mrs. S, you look very nice today. What happening in your world?" "Not a thing, which is the issue at hand. I think I will just hang around here and wait for some guy call and ask me out on a hot date." Jack paused at the kitchen, "Well, I put your number on the restroom wall at school; I thought that should help your cause." "Why do I believe you? What are you doing today, Dr. Roland, besides putting graffiti on restroom walls? Maybe if you went to a truck stop I would get more action." "Well, I am going to see Dean Harwell for a quick meeting, nothing important, and then I am done until Monday. No classes to teach and no reason to go to the lab. So I am thinking with the storm coming in, I want to go to the coast and spend the weekend there, reading and watching the weather. Why don't you come with me. We can go there and do what we want, read, watch the weather, eat, yes, emphasis on the eating. I will be back around noon. We can leave then. What do you say?" "Hmm, that would preclude the hot date idea. And I do have a lot of things I planned to do this weekend like... like... like, hmm, Okay, I'll go, it will be fun." "Yippee, I'll see you around noon." Jack left and Cynthia wasn't sure why she said yes. Stormy Weather Ch. 01 She sat down on the bed and pulled my covers back, she was surprised that I slept in the nude last night and my cock was getting hard in anticipation of her touch. Once again she put the lotion on her hand, got the cup ready and began to jerk me off. I tried very hard to pull the straps down to see her tits and she slapped my hand away. Then I tried to feel her tits again, once again my hand was slapped away by her in mild annoyance. "Brandon, I'm your mother and this is a one time thing to get the samples the doctor wanted." She said trying not to sound to annoyed. "Now just lie there and let mommy take care of you." "Sorry mom, it's just that you look so beautiful and I want to touch you." I pleaded my case to her, something I must have gotten from my father. "Just concentrate on cumming for me." She said. In a few minutes I was filling the cup with cum and she once again screwed the top onto it and left my bedroom. I got dressed and went downstairs, I did not want anything more than an apple for breakfast and went into the living room to watch television. I could hear my mother in the basement working out on the treadmill and then on the weight machine. She came back upstairs after her work out and plopped down on the couch next to me. My cock began to get hard seeing her in the tight spandex workout shorts and the tight spandex sports bra. I don't know went through my head, but I just pulled my now hard cock out of my jeans. "Go get a cup and get me a bottled water too." She said sounding tired. I went and got the cup from my room, then I ran to the kitchen and got the bottled water for my mother. I handed her the water and sat down next to her on the couch, she took a long drink from the water and set it on a coaster. "I don't know how good this is going to be, I really gave myself a strenuous workout today, you may have to help mommy." She said taking my cock into one of her tired hands. She slowly began to stroke my cock up and down, with neither much vigor nor enthusiasm, she laid her head across my chest and brought her legs up on the big couch. I don't know what I was thinking, either was I trying to take advantage of my tired mother or was I overcome with lust for her. I reached down and began to fondle one of her firm breasts through the material of the workout top. Then I could feel her nipples become more and more erect through the material, but my mother let out a soft moan. She also began to stroke my cock a little faster now, I really wanted to see her tits, so I gently pulled the tight top up over them, she tried to stop me, but her free hand was too tired. I looked down and saw her incredible tits for the first time in my life, I reached down and gently felt the smooth bare flesh. Her skin felt hot as my hand gently toyed with each tit, my mother slid down a little closer to my cock now. I could feel her hot breath on it as she stroked it up and down, then I got even bolder and slid my hand down her flat stomach. I then got it down between her legs, I rubbed at her pussy through the material of her spandex shorts. "Oh Brandon, this is so naughty, hurry up and cum, so mommy can stop being naughty." She said in a definite state of arousal. That was all it took for me to start shooting load after load of my thick cream cum into the cup, she finished until I was done. Set the cup down on the coffee table, she took off running for the upstairs bathroom, pulling her top back down as she did. Great I thought, now she won't help me get the other two samples for today, I thought to myself picking up the sample and taking it to the fridge. Later that night my mother was sitting outside, while my father was inside his den preparing for a case tomorrow. I brought a cup outside with me, as I found her sitting on her swing that dad put by her large flower garden. There was not much light in this area of the backyard so I knew dad would not see us and we would have plenty of time to stop if he did come out. "Mom, can we get my third sample for today?" I asked her. "I guess we can do that." She said softly. She pulled at my cock with her hand, it was handy that I was already hard for her, she jerked me off in the silence and darkness of the yard. I was not as bold as I was earlier with my hands, this time I kept them to myself. Just as I was starting to cum into the cup, we heard my father slide the patio door open. "Hey babe, I'm going to go to bed now, is Brandon out there with you?" He shouted from the door. "Yeah dad I'm out here too." I yelled back. "I love you two, goodnight." He shouted. "Love you, goodnight." We both shouted back. I went back inside with the sample and my mother followed several minutes later, I was sitting on the couch watching the sports report when my mother came downstairs. She was wearing a short silk robe and she carried a cup in her hand, she was ready to get my last sample and the eight the doctor had wanted. She took the short black silk robe off and revealed a black lace teddy underneath it, my cock almost shot off at the sight of it. She spread my legs apart and got between my legs, she pulled my hard cock out of my shorts. It is a good thing young men can recover so quick as she jerked me off in the living room again. This time I wasted no time and I pulled the straps of her teddy right down to reveal her firm tits. She did not make any effort to stop me either, she was right eye level with my cock, she looked up at me with her green eyes. Then before I knew it my mother had engulfed my throbbing manhood into her mouth and instead of jerking me off she was now sucking me off. I moaned aloud at this new found pleasure and grabbed a handful of her long red hair. Then before I could warn her I was shooting load after load of my hot young cum into her mouth. She wiped off what she could not hold into her mouth off of her chin with her hand, then she pushed it off her hand and into the cup. She then spit the cum she had stored into her mouth into the cup as well, then she set the cup down on the coffee table. She stood and pulled her teddy straps up, I accidentally got my first glimpse of her crotch too. It was incredible, she shaved her pubic hair from her crotch, it was about the sexiest thing I ever saw. Then she whispered I love you to me and left me alone in the living room with sample number eight. I put it into the refrigerator and then I too was off to bed, I still had a whole another week of sample collecting to go. Would my mother continue to help me or was this a one time thing, I was also thinking of devious ways I could use this to seduce more than just collecting samples out of my mother? The next morning she was gone off to work, she left me a note that she would drop my samples off at the doctors and reminded me to watch the news at noon to get another new sample for today. No mention of it was there anything to say she was going to help with my second sample, and I had to try to continue getting her to help me. It did seem encouraging to me though that she wanted me to watch the noon news today, maybe it made her horny knowing her son was home jerking off while watching her on television. To be continued in the next chapter called Storm Front. * By the way this is my one hundredth story on Lit, I hope you enjoyed it, I decided to go with the mother son incest theme it is one of my favorites and my incest stories are usually quite well received. Thank you for a great seven years of reading my perversions, I hope to continue to bring more stories in the future. Stormy Weather Ch. 02 After making love to my mother we both slept peacefully through the night, as a matter of fact I did not hear her get up when her alarm went off. I woke up alone in bed without her, I felt a longing for her I never felt before. Then I found a not on her pillow that she had left for me, I unfolded it and read it. Brandon, Last night was wonderful and sinful at the same time, you made me feel better than I have in a long time. I forgot what a sexual woman I used to be, I felt so alive that I woke up before the alarm went off, but I had time for a work out before work. We will need to talk about this when I get home later, and I love you, my son so much. Mom Great she was going to treat this as if it was a one night stand, how could she treat this as if it was a one night stand. I crumpled up the note and threw it in the garbage can next to her dresser, then I got into the shower. As the hot water cascaded over my naked body, my mind came up with what I was going to do. I got out of the shower and got dressed, then I grabbed an apple from the kitchen and drove down to the station for the second time this week. I was allowed in and I found where my mother was, once again she was in the weather center with the senior meteorologist. I always hated this guy and his corny name, Dick Winters the senior meteorologist had been with the station for twenty years. At forty-eight years old he was handsome in a cheesy way, in good shape for a man his age and he is my mother's boss. They did not see me so I eavesdropped for a moment before making my entrance to let my mother know I was there. Dick was standing behind her as she sat in a rolling chair, she was working the keyboard and the mouse. My mother looked hot today, and Dick obviously noticed as he was practically standing on top of her. My mother had on a red top that had thin spaghetti straps, her breasts were in it braless as her nipples were pushing out against the fabric. As a matter of fact they looked more like she was horny than cold. She had a white jacket that was hanging on the back of the chair and she wore a very short white skirt that showed off her shapely bare legs. "Wow looks at that storm front would be you that is one severe line of thunderstorms coming our way in the next twenty four hours." He said as he used one hand to lean over her on the desk and the other he brought around to sit on a bare thigh. I was now getting jealous and angry as I watched this slime ball caress my mother's leg keeping it just below the hemline of her skirt. I was even more angry at the fact she did nothing to stop him either, I was going to wait and see for just a moment longer. "Yes it is Dick, should I issue a severe thunderstorm watch for the area" She asked. "Yes I would do that, it is really hot in here, I mean in the area and that cold front pushing those storms in." He said to take his hand off of my mother's leg and moving it up to her breast, he gave it a gentle squeeze and then he slid it inside of her shirt. "Dick, I think you need to get your hand out of my shirt." She finally said. "Jesus H. Christ Amanda's you sure are being one hot little cock tease, one of these days you'll give in." He said giving my mother's breast one last squeeze and pulling his hand out. "Only in your dream's Dick." She laughed off his hands and his comment. Unfortunately I could not and entered the weather center, my face was flush with anger as I stood in the doorway glaring at Dick. He straightened his tie and approached me with his hand extended to shake mine. I took his hand quickly and swung it up behind his back, then I slammed him into the wall face first. "What the fuck is you doing you little fuck." He yelled as I reached with my free hand and slammed the door. "What the fuck does it looks like I'm doing asshole, you ever fucking touch my mother with your slimy fucking hands again and I will stomp a mud hole in your ass and then walk it dry. You get her in any trouble over this and I will come looking for you, tell the rest of these perverted little fuckers the same thing, touch my mother and her son will touch them. Understand me asshole!" I said to him pushing his arm further up making him grunts in pain. "Yes, now let me go, I won't touch your mother again, let me go, please!" He pleaded. I reached over and opened the door, then I let him go and pushed him out in the hall, he stumbled forward and landed on the floor. He sat on the floor for a moment and glowered up at me angrily, then he picked himself up and quickly walked down the hall. My mother sat in her chair looking at me in complete shock, I turned around and shut the door to the weather center. I locked it, then I turned around to face my mother who just sat speechless looking up at me from her chair. "Brandon, I don't know what to say." She said softly. "I never saw such a display of jealousy." "It is not right for him to touch you like that." I said breathing heavily with both animal lust for my mother's sexy body and for just defending what I felt is mine. "Brandon, you do not own me, I stopped him from touching me any further, so I can take care of myself. We will talk when I get home from work, so go home now, before you get into trouble here." She tried to talk to me with a mother's authority. "I'll leave when I'm ready." I said walking over to her chair and pulling it out from the desk. "Brandon, what the hell!" She said as I pulled her up out of the chair. I shut her up quickly by planting my mouth on top of her mouth, my tongue wildly thrust into her mouth tangling with her tongue. I roughly pulled the straps down off of her shoulders and kissed my way down to her tits. My mother moaned aloud as I kissed and sucked hard on her hard nipples, I gave them tiny little bites which made my mother whimper with lust. Our love making last night was gentle and with passion, right now it was more like a madman taking what he wanted. I spun her around and reached up her skirt, she was just wearing a really skimpy thong, the material was not very strong and I ripped it off of her. I bent her over the desk, and pulled my hard cock out of my jeans, I rubbed the head of it up against the wet, slick entrance of her pussy. Then I shoved it into her hard making her grunt loud as I did, I fucked my cock in and out of my mother as she leaned over the desk further to allow it into her pussy deeper. I took my left hand and took her firm left breast into my hand to fondle it. My right hand ran up her back and grabbed a handful of her silky soft hair, I held onto it roughly as I now began to fuck her pussy harder. "Oh fuck, fuck me hard Brandon, harder, fuck me hard." She grunted and groaned as my cock was thrusting in and out of her. "Yeah, oh fuck yeah." I grunted back. My mother was really enjoying the rough fuck I was giving to her and so was I, she continued to beckon me on over and over as I did. I knew she was going to have to go on soon so I fucked her faster trying to fill her pussy with my seed. "Oh fuck Brandon, oh fuck my pussy, fuck me baby, fuck it, yeah, oh fuck mommy is cumming all over your cock baby." She moaned aloud as she had an orgasm. "Oh fuck mom here it cums, oh yeah, I'm cumming." I said tensing up as I shot my cum into her. "Oh god, Brandon." She said turning around to me as I pulled my deflated cock out of her. "I love you." I said to her. "I love you too." She said to kiss me and pulling her top back up. "Mom, I know what you want and need sexually, I'm letting you know right now, that I'm not going to stop and you know in your heart that you do not want this to stop either." I said to her. "No, I don't want you to stop either, you bring out so much sexual desire that has bottled up inside of me. This last time I've never had a man act so possessive over me, nor has anyone risked physical contact with another man over me. Then you took me, and I wanted it so bad and I wanted you to dominate me, not all the time I want to be dominated, I enjoyed making love to you last night." My mother explained. "Get home now, when I get home you will not be disappointed." "I'll be looking forward to you getting home." I said to kiss her again and then I left. Several hours later my mother arrived home, she ran upstairs and went into the bathroom for a shower. When she came out, she dried off and came into my room wearing a tight black lace short teddy. "Hey lover." She said to me posing next to my bed. "Hey sexy lady." I replied. "I was thinking of having a snack before we have dinner tonight." She said to me licking her upper lip. "What did you have in mind?" I said to her trying to figure out what she was up too. "Pull your jeans off and slide down on your bed some." She told me. I did as I was told and slid my jeans off, then I dropped them on the floor of my room, then I slid down on the bed. My mother climbed up and swung her leg over me, only she was not facing me at the moment she was facing my cock. She laid forward, her beautiful round bottom slid upwards to my face and then I had her pink pussy in my face. During her shower she had a douche, it smelled so clean and fresh, then her hot mouth engulfed the head of my cock. My mother was slobbering her spit up and down my cock getting it really wet, then she devoured it back into her mouth giving me an awesome blow job. I reached up between her legs with my hands and spread her pussy lips apart some, then I licked her pussy. While licked her pussy and it's sensitive clit, she let out little mews as she continued to suck my cock. I could not believe my mother was now deep throating my cock as I licked her pussy, the way her nose was tickling my balls were now causing my cum to well up in it. On one of her last up strokes with her mouth my cock began filling her mouth with warm cum, my mother did not let any of it go to waste and swallowed it down. When I finished cumming my mother now wanted to cum, she pushed her pussy harder against my face. She now sat up a little bit and humped her pussy against my mouth, I was so eager to please my mother that my tongue lapped at her as fast as it could. My mother was playing with her tits with one hand and supporting herself with the other. "Oh yeah, your cum filled mommy's belly, now make mommy cum, oh yes, yes oh yes I'm cumming on your face baby." I could now feel the rush of her pussy juice roll out of her cunt and onto my waiting mouth. "Mmm that was good, now I'm going to put something else on and go fix us some dinner." My mother walked out of my room and went back to her own, I heard her leave her room after changing and go back downstairs. I got dressed in an old pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt, and I got downstairs to find her frying some pork chops. She changed into a skimpy pair of shorts that let her ass cheeks hang out some and an old tee shirt. She asked if I wanted to get the vegetable into a pot so she could boil them and she was going to make some pork dressing instead of potatoes. In forty-five minutes our simple dinner was ready and we sat down to eat dinner, my father called near the end of dinner to give us an update on his trip. After he hung up, I helped my mother with the dishes so we could talk, I wanted to know more about her, especially her sex life. "Mom how old were you when you lost your virginity?" I asked her as she washed a plate. "I was nineteen years old." She replied. "Wow I would have thought you would have lost it in high school like most kids, who did you lose it to?" I asked her. "Oh it was terrible." She laughed. "Bennie Williams, he was this little nerdy looking guy in my earth science class. Yet because I was more interested in my studies at the time and not a social life he was the only guy interested. We went out a few times, then one night we gave it a try, he was pathetic, he had no clue at what he was doing." "Did you date anyone else before dad?" I asked wondering how much information I was going to get out of her. "No, I did not date until I met your father, the early years were great, sex was good, even though I did not have anything to base it on." She said to her son. "Then I had your brother and then your sister, then you, after I got back into shape and got all of the fat off is when I realized how sexy my body is." "Really, so after you got into shape, you decided to wear tight tops and short skirts?" I asked her. "Yeah, your father actually encouraged me too, he felt it was good for his image, aging, an older lawyer with a hot looking younger wife." She explained. "Mom, you said that a few times you were hit on by the guys down at the station and probably by some of Dad's buddies." I said to her trying to keep the mood light. "Oh honey the stories I could tell, let's see there was your Dad's best friend Marc, every time he got me alone he would try like hell to get into my panties. I did let him feel my tits and dry hump me once during some new years eve party." She told me her dirty little tale rinsing off the silverware she had just washed. "Anyone else?" I asked. "No, most of your Dad's friends would just flirt, they were not as bold as Marc, your brother Carter had a friend, Danny who got very bold putting suntan lotion on for me. He thought he was being sly whenever he slid his hands up and down my leg he kept trying to get one inside my thigh and into my bikini bottoms." She said as if remembering it fondly. "Any of my friends' try anything?" I asked with a small hint of jealousy. "No, I heard all of their milf comments, but none of them ever got bold." She said reassuring me. "So how about the television station, I know that asshole Dick is all hand." I stated. "The television station, well Brandon, you have to both promise not to get mad or tell anyone of what I'm going to tell you." She said to me. "Okay I promise." I said knowing if I didn't she would not tell me anything. "Until now with you I have never cheated on your father, but when I took the job at the station I can't say I was looking for an affair, but if we did not have sex I probably would have had one soon. It has been a while since your father has been able to make me truly feel like a woman, I was bored with your kids not needing a full time mother any more and repressed." She explained "I remember when I got the job and I had to do weekends, the sports guy Jim Cartman and the weekend anchor Seth Martin they made it real tough to stay faithful. They were constantly coping feels and rubbing their hard ons against me on purpose. I was so relieved when Jim transferred to another network job and I moved to do the day shift. The sports guy and the day producer both tried to take me out to lunch with the sole purpose of luring me to a motel afterwards but I never felt inclined to take them up on it. We had that one young weekend weather man fresh out of college tried to tell me he wanted to have sex with a beautiful woman before he took a job as a storm chaser in the Midwest. Then there is Dick of course, he tries the hardest, of course after today he will stop trying. "Yeah he sure will." With that we both shared a laugh and my mother got a bottle of rum and a bottle of coke. She dumped the coke into a tall glass and then the equivalent of a few shots of rum into it as well. "You remember Burt from a couple of days ago?" She asked. "The short little bald guy you work with." I said. "Him too?" "He never ever openly tried anything with me, never flirted with me, he was always respectful of me and a good friend. Up until three months ago he was happily married, then he found out his wife was cheating on him and pregnant with another guys baby. The poor guy was devastated, I came to work one morning and found him alone in the dark weather center, just the glow of the computer screens and the Doppler image. He told me not to turn the lights on, so I pulled up a chair and rolled up next to him. I could tell he had been crying, he told me the whole story and told me how he thought about killing himself. He did not feel wanted any more and he did not feel like he was a man anymore. My heart really went out to him, he was the only one at the station who respected me and I wanted to help him. The next I knew we were kissing, he may not look like much, but he really could kiss. I told him I would make him feel like a man, but I could not have sex with him. He nodded that he understood, without saying another word I pulled the sweater I was wearing off and unclasped my bra. He gently played with breasts, he then allowed me to pull his cock out of his slacks. I jerked him off while he sat fondling my tits, we never spoke of it again, he understood it was a one time thing and after his divorce went through I fixed him up with a friend of mine who is divorced, they are hitting it off quite well." "Wow, that was some story." I said to watch her drink half of her drink. "Yes, now I think it's time for dessert." My mother said to take another drink and then she set it down so she could kiss me. We kissed passionately in the kitchen for several long minutes, my hands now had her ass cheeks in them as I was squeezing them. I led my mother to the back patio and we continued to kiss on one of the lounges. I pulled her shorts down and climbed on top of her, I pulled my hard cock out of my shorts and eased it into her pussy. We made love under the stars on the lounge, we both had a laugh after mom had her first orgasm and when I went to roll her off she was stuck to the material the lounge was made of. Then I got her up on all fours, I fucked her doggie style, my now horny mother reached between our legs and used her long nails to fondle my balls. Soon I was shooting my young cum into her pussy, and we both collapsed on the lounge. I told my mother to wait on the lounge for me to come back outside, when I did I carried a bed sheet with me, a light blanket and my old battery operated portable clock radio. I set the alarm while she spread the sheet out on the lounge, then I laid down on it, then my mother laid down cuddling tightly next to me. We pulled the lightweight blanket up over us and we laid under the stars, kissing and caressing until we both fell asleep. The alarm went off the next morning and my cock was hard with morning wood, my mother was under the blanket sucking on it. "Holy shit Mom." I said as I looked underneath to see her bobbing up and down. My mother then stopped what she was doing and climbed on top of me, she eased herself down on top of my cock. Then she pushed me back hard on the lounge and she rode my cock, she bounced up and down on it at a feverish pace. "Oh god, oh god, oh fuck." She said in between moans. "Oh yes honey, oh god, oh fuck me." With that I took a hold of her waist and thrust my cock in and out of her, trying to meet her thrusts. We got our timing down perfectly and we were fucking in sync with each other, soon she was cumming and I was not far behind. My mother waited until I finished cumming and then got off of my cock, she went inside so she could shower and get ready for work. The clouds were really dark and grey as I laid there, then I heard the first rumble of thunder, the wind was picking up a little too. My mother came back outside dressed in a conservative pant suit, and she looked up with some concern. The storm front stalled overnight, but now it was right on top of us and today we were in for some severe weather. "I don't think your father will be able to fly in if this storm system does not clear out." She said as the first drops of rain came down. "I better go and you better get inside." "Drive careful mom." I said. "I will and you listen to the reports, also I have storm kits made up in case the power goes out and you will be glad to know I called your Doctor yesterday. I told him it will not be necessary for you to give him any more samples, I said you had a lover and you were sexually active now with no problems." She explained to me and then kissing on the lips. Stormy Weather Ch. 02 Cynthia we to start packing for this short trip. She traveled a lot, so it would not take her long. With her case on the bed she began to plan, three days, that's a cinch. She went to her closet and took out three pairs of pants. It was cold, so best to dress warm. Blouses and sweaters worked best so she could wear layers. She saw a black dress she bought and had never worn. It was a basic black dress. It had a scoop neck which was lower than she might normally wear. She laid it on the bed. There was a community theater where they were going and she thought it would be fun to take in a play. She figured she could talk Jack into that. With her clothes ready she went to her lingerie drawer. She took out three pair of panties. They were high cut, stylish and comfortable, two cream colored and one black. For some reason she put a garter belt and black nylons in the bag. Better get some flannel pajamas, so she got a pair of bottoms and a top. She looked at them and put them back and opted for another pair, the top was cut much lower. Then without thinking she put in a black negligee set. Then she went into the adjoining bath room to get her travel kit for her makeup and accessories. Cynthia looked in the mirror and thought; she would not wear down what she had on. She needed something more up tempo. She took off her blouse and step out the pants she had on. She looked at herself. She knew that she was not petite. She was what the kids use to say, "Mom, your mom size, that's what you should be." She was okay with her body. Genetics had kept her with a flat stomach and she was firm, for the same reason. She took off her bra that was made to not accentuate her fullness. She thought her breasts looked just fine. The large areolas were dark and her nipple pointed straight out, even though her breasts were not perky. She had on some white panties that were not what she wanted to wear so she took them off. There she was, completely naked, in front of the mirror. She looked carefully at her pubic hair. It was a neat triangle. However, she reached in the drawer and took out and electric razor and made sure, the patch was perfect. After she was done, she thought. "What am I doing, it's not like anyone is going to see me naked." She dressed for the trip and was ready to go. She closed her case and thought she would go read until Jack arrived. It was just a little before noon when Jack came into the house. "Well, that was quick. The dean just wanted to make sure that I was getting all I needed to do my job. Thank me for what I had done and then asked how the new grants were coming along. That was the real reason for the meeting. I told him fine and that was that." Jack headed to his apartment. He was back in ten minute and said, "I'm ready, whenever you are." "I'm ready, Cynthia said, noticing Jack had a case and the rest of his cloths on hangers. There was a sport coat so she thought the play would be an easy sell. Jack carried the clothes to his car and put them all in the back seat. It was an hour and half drive, so no need to get all crazy packing, he thought. He opened the car door for Cynthia and got in himself. As he back out and headed toward the highway, he said, "I'm glad you came with me." "Me, too." The drive to the coast is always beautiful regardless of the time of year. It was misting outside and the windshield wipers kept a metronomic pace. Jack looked at Cynthia and notice she had unbuttoned her sweater. The car was comfortable and she was very relaxed. It was not unnoticed the top two buttons of her blouse were undone and could see her breasts start to rise. He spoke, "Let's play a game. It's called 'Truth or Truth.' "Tell me how it works, before I commit," Cynthia said with a smile on her face. "We ask each other a question. You have to tell the truth, no lies or you can choose to not answer the question and if you choose not to, no assumptions can be made." "Okay, you go first." Jack thought, "On a scale of one to ten, ten being the best, how happy are you right now?" "An eight." "Only an eight?" "That's two in a row so that one does not count. Already you are trying to cheat," knowing she scored big with that. "Okay, my turn. Are you going to feed me or not? "Yes, there is a restaurant just a few miles away, Camp 12, in a logger's style. Is that okay." "Yes, that's fine." My turn again. "What? Jack proclaimed. "Yes my turn, you asked me if that was 'okay,' that was your question." Jack briefly looked at Cynthia to give her the evil eye, but his attention was diverted as her blouse was puffed out and he could see her swelling breasts and the top of her bra. The evil eye never happened, but Cynthia pushed her blouse down, Jack knew he had been caught. They had arrived at the restaurant. The agreed to continue the game later and Cynthia reminded Jack that it would be her turn. The food was good, the rustic atmosphere was fun and the conversation was funny, they both laughed during the whole time. Jack paid the bill. As they got out side, the mist had turned to snow and light flakes were coming down. Cynthia took Jack's arm as they walked to the car. Jack liked she did that, but nothing was said. As they headed down the road, the light snow had turned to rain so they continued their journey with a slightly faster tempo from the windshield wipers. Cynthia spoke, "Okay, my turn. Truth or truth; Jack, are we going to be all right Monday morning?" Jack paused to answer, "Absolutely, because, Mrs. S, you are in charge." "Thanks, that is very kind, Jack. And Jack, I get all the questions in a row I want; you just said I was in charge." "Ask away.""Did you get two rooms?" "No, I got the Shakespeare room, it has two beds. If that is not all right, we sure can get two rooms." "No, two beds are perfect, not much different than at home." Cynthia seemed more relaxed and when Jack looked at her her blouse had again puffed out and Jack looked and he saw the Cynthia saw him. She did nothing other than to say, "Make sure you keep your eyes on the road, Jack." They arrived at the inn about three o'clock. It was an older hotel that had been converted into an inn with a literary theme. Each room was named after an author and the inside was decorated to depict the author's writing. Jack carried in their clothes and bags and checked went to the front desk where an older attractive woman was standing. "Jack Roland. We have reservations." "Yes, Mr. Roland, we have you in the Shakespeare room. It is ready." The lady checking them in was in her fifties. Her name tag read, Phyllis. She told him about the amenities, the breakfast in the mornings and about a couple of restaurants that were still open during the winter, some closed during the off season. She never once looked at Cynthia other than when she gave her the once over. As they went to their room, Cynthia commented, "She was a very attractive lady, Jack." "Yes she was. I hope you were giving her the 'stink' eye." "Yes, I did, the bitch." Jack just smiled. The room was delightful; Cynthia was in love with it. There were two beds, both poster types with large comforters on them. They faced the windows so you could lie in bed and see the ocean. There was about two feet between them. Off to one corner was a sitting area where there were large overstuffed chairs that faced the windows. Two French doors opened to a balcony where there were chairs and a table. The walls had pictures of the bard and Shakespearean works were on the desk and dressers. A fire place between two windows had been converted to gas, which Jack thought was great. Keeping the fire stoked was not what he wanted to do. The bathroom was off to the side and though small, it was nice and the claw foot bathtub had a shower installed. Everything had been modernized, but it was not the Hilton, what it was, was perfect. They unpacked their bags and sat in the overstuffed chairs. Cynthia found a local newspaper with events of the area and mentioned to Jack the play at the community theater that was tomorrow night. Oddly enough it was "Two Men of Verona." "Sound great to me. I'll call and get reservations." There were no phones in the room, or TV's, part of the ambiance. He got his cell phone, Cynthia gave him the number and Jack made the arrangements. The weather outside started to get intensify. It was raining harder and the sound of it hitting the windows louder. The Pacific Ocean looked like the most powerful object in the world and it probably is. They sat in silence, looking out the window, reading their books, sometimes, closing their eyes. They were each in their own world, a world that included each other. Jack had turned on the fireplace and sat back down. He looked at Cynthia, she was beautiful, he thought. Her look back to him was a slight smile, almost in recognition of what he was thinking. Stormy Weather Ch. 02 "I love you and be careful." I said to her as she walked to her car. "I love you and I will be." She said getting in. With that my mother was off and I went back inside as it really began to pour, I watched out the window for several minutes. This storm was going to be with us for a while and it was shaping up to be a big one. Stormy Weather Ch. 03 As the storm continued to blow the phone rang, it was the station his mother had not arrived and they wondered where she was. I told them she had left a half hour ago, but I would go down the road and look for her, maybe she was having trouble getting there in the storm. I put on my windbreaker and headed outside, I got into my truck and drove down the road, and I found my mother's car in the ditch while a pair of telephone poles lay across the road. I got out of my truck quickly and ran for her car door to see she was not hurt, but she was petrified as she looked all white and her hands gripped the wheel tightly. "Mom, Mom!" I yelled rapping hard on the glass of her window. She just sat there not looking at me or moving in anyway, she was breathing rapidly as her breasts heaved up and down in her blouse. I pulled her door open and I pried her hands off the wheel reassuring her that she was going to be okay, I undid her seatbelt and lifted her up out of the car and carried her over to my truck. I called her station from my cell phone and told them due to the weather she could not make it in. I pulled into our driveway and I carried my mother inside the house, up the stairs to her bedroom, she finally looked at me with tears in her eyes. The whole ordeal with losing control of her car must have had her upset and she reached up pulling me down to her kissing my face all over. "Oh Brandon, oh baby it happened so quickly, I barely got my car out of the way when those two poles went over in front of me." She whimpered while kissing me. "It's okay now mom, I'm here." I said to her returning her kisses. Our mouths were not locked together in a passionate kiss, I now tore open the front of her blouse and undid the clasp of her bra roughly, exposing her heaving breasts. One hand was now roughly fondling her breast while the other held the back of head while we continued to kiss. I pulled my mouth from hers to go down and suck one the breasts, the nipple fully erect, the flesh now very hot. My mother arched her back to give me better access to them and she let out several soft mews of pleasure as my sex kitten of a mother was now on fire with passion. I reached down and undid the form fitting slacks she was wearing today; I pulled them from her and stood up to remove my own clothes. My mother slid her panties off and then spread her legs beckoning me to get between them; I got between her legs and slid my cock into her wet pussy easily. She moaned aloud as it penetrated her deeply, she reached down and pulled her legs up as far as they could go; my cock was now in as deep as it could be now. "Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me hard Brandon, fuck me hard." She urged me on as I grunted harder to give her what she wanted. "Oh fuck mom, oh yeah you are so hot." I groaned as my cock continued to plunge in and out of her hot pussy. Soon we were both cumming together and my cock was now shooting load after load of hot incestuous cum into my mothers' unprotected pussy. We both laid there holding onto each other, panting in exertion at how physical I love making could be. Soon we were both sleeping in each others arms as the storm continued to rage outside, when I awoke the bedroom was empty. I walked through the house naked and found my mother at the computer; she had always scolded me about using the computer in storms here was she doing the same thing. I looked over her shoulder to see what she was doing and she had her resume out, video that she had on the computer of her weather reports. She had her e-mail open with the compose box with every e-mail of every station near where I was going to go to college. "Brandon, I have given this a lot of thought and after all that we have done together I cannot go back to being you father's wife any longer. You make me feel so good, so alive right now, I want us to continue our relationship, if you don't mind having your mother continues to be your lover." She said to me in a very low calm voice. "Dad is really going to be hurt, but yes I would love to continue having you as my lover, I see you are looking at stations near where I plan on going to school." I said to her. "Yes when your father gets back in a couple of nights, I will ask him for a divorce, hopefully we will split everything down the middle and then we will get an apartment near your school and I will hopefully land a job as well." She explained as she hit enter on the keyboard and sent off her resumes as well as her videos to all of the different stations. I spun her around quick, my cock was now hard again and it was now bobbing crudely in front of her, I pulled her closer to it and grabbed her by the back of the head. She now sucked my cock into her mouth and was slurping loudly as she gave me a blow job while sitting in the computer chair. She had one hand on my ass, while the other stroked my cock with each time her head went back and forth. "Fuck mom, that is damn good cocksucking." I said to her as I pulled my cock out of her mouth and pulled her out of the chair. I spun her around quickly and bent her over the desk, I spread her legs and sat down in the chair myself, and I put my head between her legs so I could eat her pussy. The taste was intoxicating blend of her own juices and some of my cum from our previous fuck session. She humped her pussy against my face, as she was now enjoying her own oral stimulation, as I continued to lick her cunt and probe her clit, I now stuck a finger deep into her ass which made her groan aloud. "Oh Brandon baby mommy is cumming, keep licking me, keep licking my clitty." She screamed as she humped her pussy against my face in orgasm. I now stand behind her and stick my cock into her wet pussy; I fuck her so hard that the monitor almost tips over from its place on the desk. I continue to fuck her from behind, my mother moaning and groaning with every thrust of my cock, soon she is screaming that she is cumming again. Now I tired, but my cock is still hard, I pull it out of her pussy and I plop down in the chair, my mother taking the hint and she now straddles me. She climbs on top of me as my cock slides inside of her; I pull the lever under the chair so it is now sitting its lowest so her feet are now flat on the floor. I place both hands on her ass and she begins to ride my hard cock now, after a few minutes of this I'm now shooting hot load after load into her. Unbelievably I'm so spent we cannot make love the rest of the night; we eat a quiet dinner and sleep in each others arms. When I awake the next morning I find myself alone in bed and a note on my mothers' pillow explaining she had gotten up during the night and had gotten an e-mail letting her know that she had a job interview. Then I notice a new message on the phone, my mother had called from her cell phone letting me know that she called a garage about the car and she had taken my truck to the interview in case any problems with the road along the way. My mother called me from the state capital and told me my father was flying in a day early when she said she had called him, she told him they really needed to talk. She had the job, she was going to spend the night to find a good apartment and then she was going to get a motel room. When my father arrives he is going to drive up and they were going to talk about getting a divorce. When he arrived he rented a car and drove to the state capital, they had a very long talk about how she needed to live and she needed to be out on her own. He said he was very hurt by her decision, yet he too agreed they had grown apart and he felt the age difference was some of it. She told him she did not want the house, just her car when it was fixed and if they could split the bank account down the middle. He agreed to do this and then he asked if she wanted any alimony, she told him she could make ends meet on the money in the bank and the new job she had gotten at a news station here. Mom had called me and told me to get ready to pack, we would have to move up to the new apartment soon and I still had college starting in a couple of weeks. We spent most of our time packing, while dad spent most of his time at his office, he drew up the papers himself, and all that was left to do was to sign them. Mom had her lawyer go over them she knew dad would not have screwed her over but she still wanted to be sure. With every thing in order she signed them and we were off to her new job and I was off to college. We unloaded everything from my truck, then we went furniture shopping and then grocery shopping, when we put the groceries away, we ate a light supper. I have dying to make love to my mother again, something that has not happened in a few days now. She took a shower and I got the air mattress pumped up for us to sleep on, then she came out of the bathroom wearing a black lace teddy. "I guess it would be bad luck if we did not make love the first night in our new apartment." She said dimming the lights. She then strode around the room lighting candles that she had set up earlier, once she had them all lit she came over to the airmatress and got down on her knees we kissed for a moment and then she pushed me onto my back. Her hand grabbed my hard cock out of the boxers and began to stroke it, I looked at her dumbfounded for a moment, and I thought we were going to make love. She saw the expression on my face and a smile came across her face as she continued to jerk me off. "Well this is how our little romance got started, me jerking you off, now let me do this, I assure you we will still make love tonight, I just want to remember how this all started." She said to me. Soon my cock was shooting out thick white jets of cum out of the head of it; they landed on her hands and arms when this happened. She looked at me and licked the cum from her hands and arms, this looked so sexy as my beautiful mother swallowed all of my cum. She then stood up and dropped the teddy, she climbed naked on top of me and we kissed each other. I could taste the saltiness of my own seed as our tongues dueled into each others mouths and she was right we would make love tonight. FIN. Stormy Weather Ch. 03 "Are you hungry? Of course you are. If I ask and answer that does not count as one of my questions, does it?" "No, it doesn't, she said, but the question when you asked me if it counted, does. My turn. And yes, I am hungry, feed me." The restaurant was quaint and not busy at all. They had some clam chowder, always seems like something you should at the coast even if the clams probably came from a can. It was good and the bread was better. Neither Jack nor Cynthia drank liquor so with clear heads they left. "Let's walk on the beach, Cynthia said, it's cold, dark and wet, a little rainy and we will get soaked. That's what I want to do." "Let's go, a little pneumonia never killed anyone. Wait, I need to rethink that." The sand was hard from the rain, it was dark and the only light was a large spot light that shone over the sand where the steps were that led back to the inn. Knowing where they were going made it feel less threading. It was early November and the thundering season was over. The wind was strong and blew the rain making it worse than it really was. They went close to the water, the tide was coming in and a couple of times, Jack took Cynthia's hand to help her, or at least it seemed like that. Through drenched after an half an hour, they headed to the steps leading to the inn. It was good to get inside. Phyllis was at the front desk. "Gracious, you two are soaked. Mrs. Roland, did you and you son have a good time," she asked looking directly at Cynthia with a disapproving glare. "Wonderful," Cynthia replied, "you double bitch," she said under her breath. "As they were walking up the stairs, Jack quietly, said, "Just what is a 'double bitch,' Mother?" "You are always asking questions out of turn, son!" The got to the room looking like the proverbial wet rats. It was about eight o'clock. The fire had kept the room very warm and cozy. Cynthia said, "I need a shower to get warm and then I am changing into my pj's. You want to go first?" "No, you go first and that, my dear lady, was your question, my turn." "Humph! I'll try and hurry," she said, starting to take off her wet clothes on the way the bathroom. She grabbed her pajamas on the way. Jack was standing in from of the fireplace, getting warm and gloating over the fact he thought he won that round." The warm water felt good as it cascaded down Cynthia's body. It felt good to get cold and even better warming up. She stood naked, once again, in front of the mirror as she blew dried her hair. "Not bad," she thought. Hair dried, she picked up her pajamas. She had grabbed the light blue satin ones. She stepped into the bottoms. They fit her exactly right, smooth across her mid section and the legs flared slightly at the bottom. The top was made for large bosomed women. It had darts that gave her more room in the bust area but them tapered in so her waist was evident. She buttoned all for buttons. Then undid the top one; she could see about two inches of cleavage as she was standing there. She liked to tightness across her chest and knew that if her nipple became hard, it would be evident. Maybe she thought she should have not warmed up quite so much. Her clothes neatly hung up to dry; she went out to the room where Jack was still standing in front of the fireplace. He had a magazine in his hand. "All yours," she said. Jack did not take as long. He put on some red plaid flannel bottoms and a red thermal top. He adjusted himself and thought, cold weather was not his friend. He too, neatly hung his clothes to dry. Two peas in a pod, he thought. Cynthia took the chair to the right as she was seated. She did that on purpose. If Jack looked at her, she wanted him to see whatever he may be looking for. While she was in the shower, she unbuttoned and buttoned the third button at least five times, trying to decide. At the last moment, she became very conservative. Two is sufficient she thought to herself. Jack came and sat in the chair next to her. The small lamp on the table in between the chairs emitted enough light to read by, but it did not fill the room. The view outside the windows was magnificent. The spotlight illuminated the beach and you could see the whitecaps as the stormy ocean continued to roll in. They both sat there in the solitude, reading, Jack looking at Cynthia more often. Once in awhile she would be looking at him at the same time and they both smile just a little. It was about eleven when Jack stood up and walked to the French Doors. Cynthia just watched. He opened the door and the sound of the wind and the ocean became louder. The cold did not bother him. Jack thought about living in an area where there was never quiet. And yet, he knew more about sound than most people. He was still amazed by it all. Cynthia got up and went to the door and stood by him. The cold felt good against her. The satin of her pajamas pushed against her skin and she could feel her nipples becoming hard. She saw her reflection in the door window and knew that Jack would also be able to see them. She didn't care, in fact, she wished he would look. Jack looked to his left. Cynthia's reflection was in the window, he noticed how free she looked and when he gazed at the mirrored image of her breasts saw what Cynthia had hope he would see. Jack thought to himself how large they were. He felt a rise in his pajamas, and didn't care now, if Cynthia knew. They stood there a few minutes more and Jack said, "I think I am going to turn in." "Me too, she said. Shall we leave the door open?" "Why not? If it gets too cold, I can close it. That's the way the sleep in Switzerland, freezing outside, open the windows and let the comforters keep you warm." "I better use the bathroom first," Jack said as he walked away. Once in the bathroom he was glad to relieve himself of both the reason he came in there and the stiffness of his cock started to subside. When he came back into the room, Cynthia was in the bed on the right and Jack crawled into the one on the left. The room was dark save the glow of the fireplace they had left burning. The room smelled fresh from the cold sea air the permeated their area. They both were on their sides, looking at each other, as they lay there. They did not speak for a long time, just looked at one another. Finally Cynthia spoke, "Night, Jack." "Good night, Cynthia. Thanks for coming with me." Jack's eyes closed. Jack opened his eyes. The French door was shut. Jack did not remember doing it, so he thought Cynthia must have. He looked over at her bed. The covers were pulled back and she was not there. It was only then he heard the shower going. He looked at the clock on the table, it read six thirteen. It was still dark outside but Jack cold see daylight had just started. Lying in bed once his eyes opened was something he could not do. So he got up, made his bed, made Cynthia's and went to the window. The storm had subsided and it looked like it may be an acceptable Friday. He sat in the chair Cynthia had sat in last night, waiting for her to finish in the bathroom. Now he had to go to the toilet so he wished she would hurry up. "Good morning. We're killing daylight!," she said with her best western accent. "I'll hurry then. Far be it for me to not the day's work done because of my slothfulness." "That's exactly what I was thinking." Jack was ready in about twenty minutes. He looked at Cynthia and though how elegant she looked this Friday morning. She was wearing black trousers with a white blouse covered by a light green sweater. He could not help notice that her breasts were not flat against her chest as often they were. He felt stirrings. With jackets they headed downstairs. A man was at the front desk, greeting them politely as they left the inn. Jack opened the door of the Lexus and Cynthia got in. As they started to drive away Jack said, "Ok, boss, where are we going?" "I thought you were in charge of this trip?" "You sure pick and choose when you want to be in charge, young lady. Never fear, I have a plan." "It better include breakfast." "Whatever is going to keep your body looking the way it does," Jack blurted out. "I'm sorry, I just meant I really like the way you look, I mean; I think you are very attractive." "Thank you, I guess." "It was a compliment, I love your figure." "Thank you then. Now feed me so I can keep it." They pulled into a restaurant on highway 101 whose parking lot was full. Cynthia looked at the sign, 'Pig and Pancake.' "Okay, come on, piggy, let's get to the trough." Breakfast was good and they South down the coast. Jack stopped at every monument or place where there was to look. The weather had a break so they were not getting drenched and rain started, they just went farther South. Around noon they stopped at a famous cheese factory and took the tour. They had both been there many times, but it was always fun sampling all the cheeses and paying six dollars for a two dollar ice cream cone. "Why do they charge so much here for everything?" Cynthia asked. "Protect their retailers." "Oh." The trip back was just as much fun and they got back to the inn about four-thirty, a good time to get a little rest and ready for the community theater. As they got out of the car, Cynthia asked Jack, "When did you plan going back home, Jack?" "Whenever you want, you're in charge of that. Our reservations have us leaving tomorrow." They walked into the lobby. It was empty except for Phyllis who was behind the counter. Cynthia walked up to the desk, while Jack just stood back. "We would like to stay one more night and leave Sunday. Is that possible?" Phyllis gave Cynthia a disapproving look. "Yes, I can do that." "Thank you. And Phyllis, I am not Jack's mother, he is not my son. Phyllis knew exactly what Cynthia meant by her comment and looked at Cynthia not knowing what she was going to say next, so she spoke first, "I'm sorry, I just assumed. Please accept my apology." "Accepted." "Come Jack, darling, Phyllis said Sunday check out would be fine." Half way up the stairs Jack quietly said, "Is there such a thing as a triple bitch?" "Yes there, is, and you are going to the theater tonight with one!" The show started at seven and they thought they would leave about six-thirty as it was only three minutes from the inn. Jack changed into slacks and put on his sport coat. He passed on the tie, until they got ready to leave, when he saw Cynthia. Wearing her black cocktail dress she looked stunning. Her silver hair glistened again the black. If was scalloped in the front and v-cut right down the cleavage line. Her breasts were large and full and the dress was cut so it was tight at the waist accentuating both her bust line and her hips. Black shimmering nylons graced her legs with black shoes. She wore a diamond pendant around her neck. She could have been going to the Metropolitan Opera as well as to a coastal community theater. Jack put on his tie. They arrived at the theater and it looked like it would be about two-thirds full. It turned out to be a modernized version of "Two Men of Verona." As they were chatting before the play Cynthia asked, "So are you really familiar with this play?" "You think I am not well read? Love, infidelity, deceit and resolve are the standard of my reading. And Cynthia, I am no Proteus." She said, "Good," never thinking he was but understanding she would not ask more of him about the play. It was obvious he knew it far too well, revealed in one short sentence. The play began and somewhere in the first act Jack reached over and held Cynthia's hand. Their hands rested on her thigh. They sat that way until intermission. At one point when their hands shifted the back of Jack's hand felt something hard on Cynthia's leg. He wandered, but then realized it was a garter snap. He began to feel movement between his legs. At intermission they mingled and talked to some of the other patrons. Cynthia was by far the best dressed and absolutely looked comfortable in her attire. People were from all walks of life, mostly locals in the winter months, but all friendly. The lights went down for the final acts. It was not long before Cynthia reached over and took Jack's hand, she moved it back over to her thigh. A short time past and Cynthia released her hand from Jacks. She was just shifting the way she was sitting. Jack did not move his hand, but left it on Cynthia's thigh, palm down. Cynthia moved what seem to be just a little closer to him. When they applauded before the final act, Jack's hands were back in his lap. He felt Cynthia's hand come over and she put it on his thigh, more on the inside. Jack moved to accommodate her, but found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the play. The play was enjoyable, but not the highlight for either. "Where to now?" Jack queried. "You're now in charge, Jack." As they entered the inn, the lobby was vacant, they headed for their room; they had held hands since they left the theater, including in the car. Stormy Weather Ch. 04 It was almost eleven when they returned to their room. Jack took off his sport jacket and sat in his chair. Cynthia stood before at the window looking at the ocean. Neither spoke. Finally Cynthia turned, looking at Jack, "What are you thinking, Jack." "Is this truth or truth?" "Yes." "I was thinking of last night, lying in bed just looking at you and how beautiful I think you are." Cynthia walked toward Jack, "I think I am going to get ready for bed, could you help me unzip my dress?" She turned her back toward him without waiting for a response. Jack stood and carefully and slowly unzipped the black dress. Cynthia did not move. Jack looked at her flawless back, the black bra strap that was in the middle. He slightly pulled one side of the dress back and kissed the back of her neck. Cynthia said, "Thank you, Jack. Maybe you should get ready for bed first. She walked back to the window and gazed out, the back of her dress open. Jack didn't want to leave, but headed to get ready for bed. When he came back, Cynthia was sitting in her chair with a towel wrapped around her. "It's all yours," Jack said. When Cynthia stood up the towel fell a little and nothing was done to correct that. Cynthia headed to the bathroom as Jack watched. He looked at her legs and could see the tops of her nylons and the garter snaps he knew were there. Her walk was slow, she knew he was looking. Jack turned out the lights except for the reading lamp and the fireplace. The glow of the room was muted, but far from dark. It was, he thought just right. He went to the bed and turned down the covers, on both sides, and went and sat in his chair. The anticipation was almost too much. A shadow caught Jack's eye. Cynthia had returned and stood in front of the fireplace. Wearing a black peignoir tied with one ribbon bow at the top, she looked at Jack with an innocent smile. The light behind made it so Jack could see the outline of her body. Jack stood up and took a step forward. Cynthia raised her hand to stop Jack for coming closer. She then reached up and pulled the ribbon that held to black robe closed. As it opened Jack could see before him a picture of a woman who creating stirring he had not felt before. Her silver hair shimmered in the light of the fireplace, her cheeks glisten with the reflection. Her smile was one not only of innocence, but of wanting acceptance. The black bra that covered her breasts was sheer and directed their fullness. Black high cut panties covered her and under then were the garter belts that were attached to her glimmering stockings. Cynthia took the shoulder of her gown and pulled back, if cascaded to the floor. Her bare shoulders looked soft and Jack wanted to come forward and kiss her, but he did not move. Cynthia put her arms behind her and unsnapped the bra. When she moved her arms forward, the straps ran down her arms and the material that had covered her fell with the robe. She folded her arms in front of her. Jack was amazed at the fullness he saw, the rich brown areolae and the nipples that stood erect. Her waist curved in and accentuated her hips. She then bent slightly and her hands slid under the silk panties and she slid them down, stepping out so they could take their place with the garments already on the floor. Jack just starred as she stood there. Her lush triangular hair pointed the way to her hidden treasure. Clad now only in a garter belt and nylons. Cynthia moved not to Jack but to the bed that was still made. She sat down and Jack turned to watch. Carefully and without rush she undid her nylons and slowly took them off. She stood and unsnapped the garter belt which fell. There she was, without any covering. Jack was mesmerized. Cynthia then went to the bed where the covers had been turned down. She sat and moved her legs under the bedding, leaving only her face showing. While she looked at Jack, he stood on his side of the bed and removed his shirt. He then pulled down his pajama bottoms; his excitement was no longer a secret. He crawled into bed and laid close to Cynthia, neither spoke. With his arm under her neck, their lips met, softly at first. Then with more passion, indescribably their mouths opened and explored each other. Bodies pressed tightly together, Jack could feel Cynthia's hips pressed hard against his. She took her leg and crossed his and pulled his thigh between hers and he could her heat and passion on his skin. Jack rose up on his elbow and moved toward the passion that waited him. Cynthia spread her legs as wide as she could and Jack was kneeling between them, his arms on her side, still kissing her. He then moved his head down and kissed her neck and raising his head to stare at her breasts as they moved up and down with her breathing. Cynthia looked at him, looking at her and it excited her more. Jack spoke softly, "I've wanted to do this for six months." He reached between his legs to guide his stiffened cock to the lips that were moist with desire. The head of his penis started into Cynthia. Her labial lips quivered as she felt him begging to go into her further. She raised her hips slightly and could feel Jack slide in a little more. Jack push in and then slowly came back only to go deeper into the wetness of Cynthia. He slowly repeated the movements until he was completely in her. Cynthia began to rhythmically move. In unison they pleasured each other. Together they felt the intensity come forth that had been built up. Jack raised his head and looked at her breasts. Cynthia reached and cupped her right one and lifted it up. Jack leaned down and kissed her nipple. His mouth encompassed the rich brown field surrounding her nipple and he sucked as their hips thrust. The harder he sucked, the faster Cynthia moved. Her legs were locked around his and the wetness of her made his cock slide in and out with the greatest of ease. Her legs stiffened and she almost stopped and then with reckless abandoned she helped him move in and out. "Jaaaaack, Jaaaaaaaaaaaaack, oh Jack, don't stop. Please don't stop. AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Dammnnnnnnnnnnnn, Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack." Her body stopped, she did not move. He tried to remain still. The slightest movement now brought a squeal from her mouth. Slowly he felt her body relax. They lay there for what seemed for but a short while. Spoken words would have not improved on the silence. Jack was now on his side looking at Cynthia. The light from the fire reflected the glow in her eyes. She lightly kissed him on the lips and said, let's sleep and they drifted off. It was two o'clock. Jack's eyes slowly opened, he felt a chill on his chest and a warmth between his legs. Cynthia's hair was gently touching his stomach as her tongue was flicking against his now swollen cock. Her lips surrounded his swollen head, her tongue pressing against his slit as she withdrew only to plunge down on him again. Unceasingly she took him in his mouth. Without notice but great pleasure Jack shot is warm sperm into her mouth. She started lapping and taking it all in, not wanting to miss a drop. Jack faded back in complete satisfaction and Cynthia held him tightly as there bodies became entwined. It was not but five minutes later Jack found himself, returning the pleasure, his tongue inside of the nether lips of this beautiful woman, exploring her and then moving it up to the apex where her clitoris was swollen and Jack easily could move his wanting tongue up and down it, to the side and over it. His finger now slid inside of her as he continued to lick. Cynthia's hips now were heightening the pace and almost without warning and with no consciousness of the time or place, Cynthia screamed and then tried to muffle her voice, but to little avail. And then she relaxed. Jack moved next to her, he kissed her mouth and they could taste the sweetness of her nectar. It reminded Jack of peaches. His finger that had been in her, he slid into her mouth and she such the juice she had made. The kissed for what seemed such as short time and somehow they both drifted away in each wrapped by their arms. Jack looked at the clock, it was three-thirty. Jack spread his legs and Cynthia positioned herself between them. Her eyes looked up as she surround Jack's member with her lips and began to have her mouth move up and down his shaft. Jack places his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them as the movement kept and even pace. Jack's body was stiffening and then he almost yelled, but in a low voice said, "Cynthia, I am going to cum." She substituted her hand for her mouth. Stroking him she said, "I want to watch you cum Jack." With her face no more than five inches away from the tip of his penis she stroked him faster and faster until the moment of truth, Jack's sperm shot out, some going on Cynthia's face, some in her mouth, some went on her eyelid. When he was done, she licked her lips and moved up to his face and kissed him and together they tasted the wonderment of what had just happened. And then they talked. It was six o'clock when they fell asleep and the morning light did not wake them until almost ten in the morning. "Jack, we're not leaving until tomorrow, so that means you have to feed me for one more day." Jack was grinning like a skunk that had just eaten bumble bees, "That's all I am to you, a meal ticket." "Not quite," her hand was on his cock and slowly bringing it to attention. To Be Continued Stormy Weather Ch. 05 It was almost eleven-thirty when Jack finally crawled out of bed. Cynthia was not to be found but there was a note on the table. "Have gone to the store to get just a couple of items, so we do not have to go out today. We can just read and watch the ocean, that is what we came for, wasn't it?" Affectionately yours." "Affectionately yours?" Jack was reasonably sure he had never had as much sex in two days as he had just experienced. Certainly there would be something better than "affectionately yours." As he thought about it, maybe that was the safest thing to say. He made the bed and straightened up the room that did not need to be straightened up. After his shower he got dressed. Cords, shirt, V-necked sweater and some casual shoes. He was pretty sure he was not going out in the stormy weather. Already he was thinking about sex and Cynthia. 'Is she insatiable, or am I?,' he thought. His phone rang and it was Cynthia. She had returned and wanted to see if he was up which meant if he wasn't she was going to get him up. She had some things to bring up and he said he would be down to help her. He went downstairs and Phyllis was working at the front desk. "Good Morning, or is it afternoon?" he said. Phyllis looked at him and replied, "It's whatever you want it to be, you're on vacation." Jack looked at her on his way out thinking she was indeed a very attractive woman. "Okay, I am opting for the afternoon." With that he met Cynthia and loaded up the three sacks she had which seemed mainly to be cheeses and crackers and soda. Before they went into the lobby Cynthia stopped and gave Jack a kiss and said, "Were you serious about me being in charge while we are here?" "Sure, you've done great thus far." She gave him another kiss. "So it's okay that I fulfill a lifelong fantasy? You trust me, right?" Jack was not sure what to say so he said, "Absolutely whatever you want. But I do not swing from the chandelier." "That was my first choice, but there are no chandeliers in the room. Okay, I'll be up in just a bit." Jack left and took the groceries upstairs. Twenty minutes later Cynthia can back to the room. She had a big grin on her face. "All right, you get to plan the afternoon, but it cannot have anything to do with sex." "Great, that is all I have been thinking about and now that is off the table. Here it is, we will read, look at the ocean, take a sexless nap if we want and I get to stare at you all I want." "All right, perfect. Just go easy on staring. What part of me do you like to stare at the most, anyway?" "Your eyes." "Dang, I was hoping was my mind. Well close, I suppose." The rest of the afternoon was just that. They read, they took a nap, sexless, they just slept. The ocean was raging and it was fun to watch it in the safety of their room. About five o'clock Cynthia said to Jack, "This evening I invited Phyllis to come to our room. I saw how she looked at you. Jack, do you think Phyllis is attractive?" "The double bitch? Yes I do think she is attractive. And what am I suppose to do when she gets here?" "She has enormous breasts, doesn't she?" "I didn't notice, yes, she does, really large breasts. I ask again, what am I suppose to do?" "I told her you wanted her, sexually and that if she came here at seven, she could seduce you if she wanted. The only condition is I get to watch. That's my fantasy. I want to watch someone I have had sex with have it with another woman. Are you still all right with this?" "I'm not sure." "I promise you Jack, you will not regret it and it will make me so happy. I have never met anyone, Jack I dare ask. You are the only one I would trust." "We'll see how it goes. But if it gets too strange then I have to stop." "That's fair enough." It was exactly seven when there was a knock on the door. Cynthia answered it, "Hello, Phyllis. Come in. We are glad you could join us." "Thanks for having me I was afraid we got off to a rocky start. This was nice for you to have me." Jack stood up and greeted Phyllis. He never had really looked at her breasts, but now he was and they were wonderful. The dress she wore button up the front but at least the top but at least the four top buttons were not buttoned. Phyllis's cleavage was long and deep. It caused Jack to have stirrings. There was music playing, the room was lit only by the fireplace, the ocean storm could only be seen from the flashes of the moon reflecting on the water at the clouds tumultuously passed by. Cynthia was over at a counter fussing with something. Jack was sitting in a chair looking at Phyllis. Their conversation was lost in his thoughts. He stood up and went over where Cynthia was, softly saying, "Are you sure, I feel a little awkward." "You'll be fine; I will leave for thirty minutes. Please Jack, do this for me." Jack went back to where Phyllis was sitting. He glanced at Cynthia, but she was not there. He went over to the window and looked at the ocean and could hardly see anything. He then felt a body next to him, it was Phyllis. Jack looked at her and she gently gave him a kiss. "Would you like to dance?" Taking Jack by the hand, she led him to the area close to the fireplace and they held each other, their feet not moving by their bodies swaying the time of Frank Sinatra's voice. She pulled Jack in tighter so her breasts pushed against his chest. He could feel the warmth of her body against his and the more they moved, the more it excited him. Is brain kept switching back and forth from Cynthia to Phyllis. Phyllis moved her leg in between Jack's and she could feel his cock swelling. The more she moved, the harder he became. She spoke, "You do know that Cynthia called me a bitch, don't you?" "I am sure she didn't mean it." "Yes, she did and it is okay, I can be a bitch. Jack, you know I want you to fuck me, don't you." "And you know I want to." Phyllis stepped back and unbuttoned the rest of her dress. Her breasts were covered with a black bra that sheerness left no doubt as to the size and darkness of color of her areolae, not to mention the hardness her nipples. She was not wearing anything to cover between her smooth long legs. She took Jacks hand and led him to the bed. She was standing with her back to the side of the bed, facing Jack, "Jack, I want you to fuck me like the bitch I am." She then took off her dress and removed her bra. As Jack started to touch her breasts, she turned around and laid the top half of her torso on the bed. Jack quickly removed all his clothes. Her beautiful ass was right at the height of Jack's cock. He started to put his hands around her when he felt from behind a warm body, skin against skin. Moving to his side, Cynthia gave him a small kiss on his chest as she went to her knees. She took his manhood, now erect and firm and kissed the very tip, her tongue circling the head. Then she took him in her mouth and covered his penis with her saliva. Standing up she held Jack's cock in her hand and guided it toward Phyllis's pussy. When he was just ready to enter, Cynthia went behind Jack and held him around the waste. Jack moved his hips forward a Phyllis started to moan. Jack's movement in and out of Phyllis was directed by Cynthia gently pulling and pushing him. When Jack was all the way in, Phyllis started to move. Cynthia then took her hand and got hold of Jack's wrist and pulled his hand around to his back. With his palm turned up, she moved so Jack's hand was between her legs. His finger found Cynthia's lips and he slid his first two fingers inside of her. As Jack moved forward into Phyllis, he slight came to Cynthia's outer labia. Pulling back from Phyllis made his fingers go deep into Cynthia. The rhythm of all three became as a symphony. Sound from Phyllis and Cynthia mingled with the primal sound Jack. Time was suspended. Jack could feel the vaginal muscles of Phyllis tighten. Cynthia was given the same response. Jack began to accelerate the stroke and back stroke in each woman. Finally he could hold his sperm no longer and gushed into Phyllis. Cynthia became so wet he could barely keep his fingers in her. Then calmness came over them all. To Be Continued Stormy Weather Ch. 06 The calmness that came over all three was a mixture of adulation and just being tired. Phyllis was now on her back with a smile of total satisfaction. She got up and Cynthia turned back the covers. Not a word was spoken. Phyllis got into the bed on the left side. Cynthia went over to the left side and crawled in, making Phyllis in the middle. Jack, in bewilderment, laid on the right side, next to Phyllis. Without any hesitation, Cynthia started kissing Phyllis. Her hands were on her body, touching and caressing her. Cynthia looked up at Jack and with a slight nod and whisper said, "Join me." Jack leaned over Phyllis and kissed Cynthia on the lips, then looked at Phyllis and kissed her the same. His hand went to her left breast and his thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple. Phyllis lay there responding to the attention of both Jack and Cynthia. Jack's hand slid down between her legs, only to find Cynthia's hand there. Both their fingers gently entered Phyllis and when they withdrew them, they rubbed their fingers together and then licked them, all three sharing the nectar that had been mixed with each of them. Cynthia's hand went back between the spread legs of the woman she called a bitch. She started rubbing her, watching Phyllis's face as she did. Kissing her, their tongues meeting. Jack continued to touch Phyllis and then his mouth sucked her nipple as Cynthia brought Phyllis to a climax. It was almost three in the morning when sleep came upon them. Jack had fucked them both while the other watched. He finally need to regain his strength, but the raw excitement it all had remarkable regeneration qualities, he had never experienced. It was Sunday morning, around ten when Jack awoke. Phyllis was gone and Cynthia was reading by the fireplace. He got out of bed and went over and kissed her. "I don't want to leave. I want to be here with you." "We must go; you will have to go to work tomorrow, what would your students think if you were truant. Have you ever fucked any of your students?" "NO! I have some principles, well; at least I thought I had." "I was just teasing. I packed and so when you are ready to go, I guess we must." Jack picked up the bags and they checked the room as they got ready to depart. When they got to the lobby, a young man was at the desk. Jack said he was ready to check out. The clerk looked at his room and said, "It has already been taken care of. You're good." He looked at Cynthia who just shrugged her shoulders indicating she did not know. "Do you know when Phyllis works again?" Jack asked. "I'm sorry, I don't know a Phyllis. Here is your receipt. Have a safe trip." He looked at Cynthia, "You all right?" "Jack, I couldn't be better." He helped her into the car and they headed up Hwy 101. It was a longer way to go, but Jack didn't care, he didn't want the weekend to end. They meander up the road, stopping at the cheese factory and a myrtlewood curio shop. Jack held Cynthia's hand and their Spring Fall romance blended into one. In midafternoon they were hungry and Jack said, "Let's do the logger place again." "Good by me," She said. They were shown to a booth. Cynthia went in first so Jack could sit next to her on his right side. They normally had sat opposite, but for some reason she wanted it this way. The waiter took their orders. They were sitting there talking about everything but what had happened this weekend when Jack felt Cynthia take his hand and put it on her leg. With her other hand she pulled up her sweater slightly and took his hand and put it at the top of the slacks she was wearing. She had unbuttoned them and they were loose enough for Jack to slide his hand between her legs, feeling her hair and finding the opening to her womanhood. He looked at her and she looked so innocent. "It's just another one of my fantasies." As he moved his finger into her she acted like nothing was happening. "You know I expect you to make me have an orgasm," She said in a most casual tone. "You are insatiable." "And your point is, Dr. Roland?" He gently stroked her for at least five minutes. "Our food is going to be here soon," he said. "And your point is, Dr. Roland?" The waiter came to the table with their food and set it in front of them. "Is there anything else you need?" "No, thanks, we are fine." Jack quickly said before Cynthia invited him to help bring her to orgasm. Cynthia started to eat her sandwich and Jack tried with his left hand, but gave that up. He then noticed he was started to get hard and started on concentrating on what he was doing with his right hand. Cynthia stopped eating; she was also concentrating on Jack's right hand. She bit lip, "Hmm. Hmmm," was all that could be heard. Then all at once, there was a slight jerk under the table and she whispered Jack, "Don't stop, please don't stop." And then as quickly as it begun, it ended. Cynthia relaxed and started eating her sandwich. Jack just licked his finger. "Can I have a taste?" she asked. "Absolutely, if I can have one of your fries." "Best fry sauce you've ever had, big boy." The finished and left the restaurant. When they got about twenty minutes from home, Cynthia said to Jack, "You know, Jack, we need to have some new rules. We need to act like we did before this weekend when we are at home. " "I know, "he said. As they drove into the driveway and the car stopped, Jack looked at Cynthia and said, "I have just one question? How is it you turned on to Phyllis so quickly, I just didn't get that?" "Oh, that, we planned that a long time ago when the opportunity arose. That's what sisters do." "Oh, by the way, Jack, the new rules start in the morning." The End