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ThRobbie

By: Kindred_Kravings



Everyone is 18, consenting, and fictional.

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Got a story for ya, boys n' girls. It starts off with a dude passing out in a campfire (a la Survivor season 2) but it gets a lot more uplifting from there. Particularly if you like the idea of compulsory, matronly mothers who can appreciate their son's virility. And you agree with Burt Reynolds when he said (in Boogie Nights) "We gotta have the big dickkks... the big titttttsss". I've got some of that for ya. And if bathroom scenes are your thing, or voyeuristic tendencies, or the tension that occurs when both parties aren't too sure if this is a good idea or not...

I got ya covered. And I do mean covered. 

My name's Robbie. And I fell in a campfire a few years ago. It was early and I thought I'd be Ranger Rick and rekindle the fire before everyone woke for breakfast. Was a summer thing following High School to teach us self-sufficiency as well as group dependability, now that we're going out into the real world (was my mom's idea. And yes, she felt bad about it afterwards). So I figure I'm accomplishing both those things by blowing in this fire. 

Only, I pass out for a sec from the smoke. Just like in Survivor (and hey, that dude killed a boar, so I could be lamer, okay?). My body's wiser than I am so I got my hands out in front of me before landing my face in there. But by the time I'm done blinking myself awake -- my hands are pretty fried and my forearms too. The river was right beside us so it could have been worse. 

So, doctors and all that and I'm back at home. Bandages all up my forearms and mummifying up my hands to such a degree that I can't use them for anything. I've got my thumbs out but that's it. By far the most severe problem that created was... I was an 18yr old virgin with a 10inch non-stop throbbing Cock! Ten to twelve days like this they said. Can't touch my boner... for 10-12 days. Fantastic.

The first problem occurred the next morning. No work for me the next several weeks so I sleep in, right. But Mom's got to check on me, make sure I'm okay the way I'm situated in bed. I finally arise around noon and see her standing there. The most obvious thing in the room is the pitched tent between us.

The morning wood is always there. Only, normally my mom isn't in there with it. 

She's in her running attire... which I have to admit, looks pretty sexy on her 36 year old frame. I mean, she's sorta stacked... store boughts. She got 'em when I was 12 for her 30th birthday. Went to the best doctor on the West Coast -- and it shows. She didn't go insane large but given her natural chest size, she had no option but to upgrade from the 36C to a D. In the end that matched a bit better with her fit yet curvaceous hips... Ever since I was a kid I heard whispers passing by, 'Jesus christ, did you see that foxy bitches hips, man? She's CARVED! Oh my god, man -- look at that ass!' Used to upset me when I was younger but once she passed 30 I saw what it did for her confidence and knew she appreciated it. Anyways, the thing about the boob jobs is... they tend to perpetuate stiff nipples. It doesn't take much to set 'em off and once it happens, they stay that way for awhile regardless if she's doing the dishes, moping the floor, or just sitting there eating Pringles -- doesn't matter, they're thick and they're stiff!

Anyway, the point to make is... I'm rubbing my eyes awake and trying to focus beyond the tent I produce every morning, to some hourglass figure in my room that I soon recognize as my mom all sweaty from a run, in her skin tight shorts and tank top - with her fuckin' high beams on pointed at the ceiling. I'm not the only one stiff.

She's lookin' straight at my boner, of course.

"Oh shit, Mom? Get used to it... It looks like that every morning." I'm embarrassed but what are ya gonna do?

She raises her eyebrows a bit comically and says, "Not only that but it's been like that for hours. I've been in here four times since eight this morning and that thing's been wide-awake the entire time... waiting on you. You trying to pull a prank on your poor mother?"

"What?"

"Is there a GI Joe under there or something?"

"Jesus, mom -- no. They don't even fuckin' make those anymore." We're pretty lax with language in the house, it's okay to cuss. (As it turns out her mouth was far more filthy than mine was. Or her language anyway. Her mouth was very clean and appreciable.) 

"Right. Well, can it help you get dressed and feed you breakfast?" She loves to tease me about most things.

"Turn around, will ya. Lemme see what I can do about it," I tell her.

She agrees but continues to toy with me... "What were you dreaming about for the last four hours? Patty from gymnastics?"

"What? Gymnastics, from last year?"

"Yeah, she was really cute, right?"

"I guess... if you like five foot tall." I totally wanted to ream the hell out of Patty and pretty much any other girl with exhibitionist tendencies at school. But like I said, I never did. More on that later.

"Ohhhh, you like them taller? Like your mother then, yes?" She stood upright and I caught her glancing at herself in the mirror. Uh... 5ft8 with a frame like that? Yes, that'll do just fine. Of course I didn't tell her that. Or really much consider it until things got very difficult the next few days.

"Don't you wi..." I started.

"Ah ah ah, don't you dare insult your aging mother, Robbie," she quickly advised me. 

I altered my comment to kid, "I should be so lucky."

"That's much better. Much, much better. Learn to talk like that and you might have more girls around here." She had a point. "Now hop up, let's go. We'll not have you laying in bed all day. Gotta work that body to keep the healin' happenin'." My mother was enthusiastic about motivation and energy.

She moved to the side of the bed to help me up but I didn't quite have control of 'things' yet. My focal point told her the story.

"What? I don't see it anymore, honey. Is it okay?"

"Not completely," I assured her.

"Well it can't be that bad," she continued. "Turn around and stand up, I got your favorite sweats for you."

And she did indeed. My favorite sweats cuz there was plenty of room for my unit to jostle around in and not be too alarming. 

She helped me up by my torso but I kept the sheet held to myself and turned to face the head of the bed. The back dropped down behind me. Offering her something unexpected.

"Jesus christ, Robbie! I wasn't expected your naked ass just now!"

"Well what do you THINK I'm wearing for it to spring stiff like that. I CAN'T wear anything. I'd never get any rest all jammed up and restricted."

"Gawwwwd... you're right, I guess I'm stupid. Damn, Robbie. I wasn't aware this was such an ongoing problem," she said a bit flustered.

"Trust me, Mom. It's a problem." And she was due some clarity to that equation in the days to... uh... cum. Seriously. I'm not making a pun.

"Alright then, let's just do this like we're adults..." I could see her in the window beside me turn back to decide what to do. I caught her looking at my ass for a moment, but she owned up to it without knowing I saw her... "Hmm, not bad Robbie. We both know where you got a bum like that from." 

It looked to me like she thought about swatting it. But her hands playfully sashayed my sweatpants in her hands instead. 

"Okay now, uh... I'd rather not like, kneel behind your naked butt and pull these up. Maybe you better sit back down. We'll do it one leg at a time." She carefully held me once again under an arm around my back. (Though she might be a bit crass she was very matronly, my mother. Very. With no man in the house -- she never married - I was Momma's boy. Boy Howdy would I be even more so!).

This arrangement turned out to be not quite free of error, as my stuff had still not quite subsided. It wasn't near erect like when I woke up (thanks to her innocent insults), but I was still pitching a plank off the edge of the bed... looked like I was sitting on a ruler, extending the bed sheet. Worse, I'm normally a bit of a restless sleeper but mom tucked in the sides the night before pretty tight to keep me from doing so and flopping around on my burns... this left just 6-8 inches of bed-sheet hanging out past my cock. And the air underneath... felt good. Furthermore, mom had her impressive juggs all up on me while helping me back to the sitting position... and was still leaning over while noticing the cock situation had not been solved... It's a good thing her track suit was tight to hold her chest together and not allow me to look way down in there... but she also knew to strap all that stuff up so they don't lose heft from age again, which meant she wore a tight as fuck bra underneath that shoved her boobs out when bent over that way to a porno-fuckin-graphic degree...

Commence drawbridge metaphor...

Mom had remained a little too stunned to unfreeze her position. It might have been because the cut of my cockhead is a pretty thick ridge, pronounced... and you could tell that beneath the thin sheet covering me. Once again worse, the bridge had begun before she snapped out of it and that began the throbbing... 'Throbbing Rob', that's me. (More on high school hazing later on.) 

Rather than stare at her boobs some more I looked at my cock and tried to talk some sense to it. 

Mom was in a trance, or snake-charmed or something. I swear she was reaching her hand down from around me and heading for the cock, slowly, like there was a butterfly on the tip she wanted to catch.

"Mom!"

"Huh?" she startled. "Well jesus, Robbie. What the hell are we going to DO with that? Why is it growing again?!"

I sighed...

"I'll be honest, Mom. Most of the time I have to... relieve myself before I start the day."

"Well that's not happening today, mister. Unless you got talented feet!" she laughed at my hilarious situation, not recognizing how cruel it was for an 18yr old unable to touch his particularly demanding appendage. "Use the head up top to control the one below."

"Right... it doesn't quite work like that... Might even work in reverse."

"Mind over matter, honey."

"Tell that to those," I said, pointing out her reckless headlights. Which may have increased in size since I sat down.

"Honey! You know I can't control that! It's because of the boob job!" 

"Yup. I'm aware of that." I concurred. "This is natural," and pointed my bandaged hands down at my boner.

"Baby, don't tease me about that. It's not something I can..." and she realized her hypocrisy. "Okay, you got me... Okay, okay, okay. I won't tease you about your stiffening... POLE anymore..." She took another eyeful before kneeling down and turning her attention to my sweatpants. I kind of liked the way she said POLE! "Just point that thing at me as little as possible. It's a little unnerving..." 

I thought I knew what she meant... but I didn't. Not yet anyway.

So now I had a leg out and Mom was working my right foot into the cotton legging. We jostled around a bit and... it hit her in the head.

"Jesus christ, Robert!" She jumped back up to stand. "I don't know if I can do this..."

"God, I'm sorry Mom. Really. It's always a fucking problem... Here, I'll try to..." I was feeling kinda griefed at this point while I tried to arrange my hand to hold my third leg still. Nearly impossible. I almost started to cry from frustration... how the fuck was I going to get through two weeks like this? I'm gonna need to empty my balls SOMEhow!!

Matronly mother that she is she recognized my unpleasant predicament and not to hold it against me. 

"I'm sorry, honey. It's not your fault. It's just..."

As I looked up at her I noticed the cleft between her paper thin silver running shorts was tight around her mound... she appeared more puffy and pronounced than usual... not that I ever looked there much before. And maybe it was a new aroma filling my nostrils but I noticed how truly breathtaking she was, standing there over me with her hands at her hips... 

Ah hell, let's just be honest. My Mom pretty much looks like Nude Supermodel, Erica Rose, with 10yrs on her but a body no different (I already described that before, don't make me do it again. I'm trying to get through this, friends). Their facial construction is much like a mirror and the hair-color/style -- exactly the same. Thick curls of auburn to the center of the shoulders, ruby thick lips, and perpetually tired eyes under sleepy sexy eyebrows. Her eyes themselves, a burnt aqua that shade to gray. And worst of all, if I have to admit it, there's rarely a moment that goes by where she doesn't have an effortless 'fuck me' look painted on her face. Wanting it there or not, it's forever present. (I found out later, when she uses it on purpose... your dick sets off fire alarms all over the county. There's not a bucket of water cold enough to put that flame out.)

I can hear her faintly talking assurance to me as well as understanding...

But suddenly I see her hands slide up her hips like molding clay... her breasts bunch out and she squeezes them out from her chest... pinching her nipples when she reaches the tips... her hips begin to swivel... and I hear my cock talking to me again... 'Yeah buddy... that's what I'm talkin' about, boy'...

"Robbie! Are you listening to me?!" I snap out of it. She was still standing there with her hands on her hips like before. But I now have a full erection and it's swaying around beneath the sheet, daring to free itself. "Put your hand on that and hold it down some! I don't want to see it."

Jesus christ, I think to myself. What just happened? (Okay, so I hadn't admitted my mom was hot before now. At least not consciously. She'd also never been in a 15min conversation about the dangerous size of my equipment and had it hit her in the head before either!) 

"We need to get this done as fast as possible, Robbie... Point that thing away from me."

Good advice! It might go off any moment. Who knows...

We manage to get the right leg up under the sheet, partway up my thigh. The sheet's come up even higher but I've managed to hold it mostly covered and away from her proximity. Or at least it appeared that way from my vantage point. 

"You can get the rest of that from there once I'm done with the other leg, just slide your ass down..."

I'm not listening closely and I start to slide my ass down. My erection rises...

"Not NOW, Robbie!" She spots it. Probably half of my shaft and big balls are visible from where she's at on her knees, even though I'm holding it off to my other leg. "Good grief... other way, other way, we need to do the other leg..." I move my appendage across her view and I swear I hear her sniff sharply as it crosses over. Her chest heaves sharply as well. 

I start to ooze from the tip and stain the sheets while she works my left leg into the cotton. I can feel either my irregular heartbeat off my leg into her fingers, or hers into mine. No way to tell. Except for her reddening chest. 'She can see us, Throbbie Robbie... it's making her really nerrrrrrrvouuuuuus'. It starts to twitch and jerk a little, I'm losing control of it with my feeble thumbs... 'Yeahhhhhhhhh, it says. You like the look of THIS, lady?' 

"Oh my god," she mutters -- half looking at my rapidly worrisome situation and half racing to get the rest up my leg without tearing the sheet off and exposing her son's enormous stiff cock right in her bedside face! She gets it up over the knee and I hear her consume another intake of breath (this one far more substantial) before leaping to her feet and turning around -- the very moment my cock leapt out from under the sheet and my unable thumbs. 'Hellllllooooooo MAMA!' it said.

I'm pretty sure she saw it just before she turned. Hopefully she didn't hear it like I did.

It's swaying around happy to finally be free and I'm stabbing at it with my hands trying to get it under control. Beyond me is her fabulous ass, wrapped up tight in huggy little shorts. All the commotion while she was on her knees caused things to ride up HER legs as well and the bottom of her phenomenal butt cheeks are exposed... so is something puffy between them. I'm losing focus and I just want to stroke myself so bad, maybe if I keep banging it around I'll...

"If I catch you staring at my popular ass instead of putting that thing away I am going to whip you like you've never felt before, mister... Now's not the time for catcalls." And she's fuckin' serious. That sobers me up real quick like.

'Don't listen to her. She WANTS it!' Sorry demon dick... you lose this time. 

I manage to get myself covered again by working the sheet back over with my elbows.

"Fuck, mom... I'm so sorry. I'm so embarrassed."

"It's okay, honey. It's okay... If I didn't know any better I'd be flattered." She turns back around to assist me while I edge my ass over the lip of the sweats, underneath the covers. My cock swings around madly from the base, but I've got lots of coverage this time. 

"Maybe you should be," I chuckle exasperated, noticing her hourglass figure from the front. And those thick unforgiving nipples telling me what she won't.

"Naughty boy... very naughty boy," she winks. And I'm thinking... more of that please. "Okay, let's get you up now. Just turn around as I get you up so I don't have to see it." 

She quickly puts an arm back around me while reaching under the covers with her right hand to grab me by the waistband, underneath her left arm... dangerous, but the smart way to go... pulls me up while holding my pants up 'till I stand. I let go the sheet and my freedom flaunts around again, fighting against her pulling up my waistband from behind. She's miscalculated the size of my balls and makes me chirp a bit when the waistband slaps up over them.

"Them too, huh? Sorry, honey. I'll remember next time." She gets me all up over the hips and this time swats my ass. "There ya go! Mission accomplished." Then unwisely swings me around expecting a proper presentation. 

She doesn't get one. 

I'm just large enough to threaten my own belly button and waist high ain't quite enough. She gets an eyeful of my bulging hammer-head, strained and peaking out the top of my waistline. We're both looking straight down at it. 

"ACKKKKK!" she screams and covers her eyes.

"You didn't give me a chance to warn you," I chuckle... while noticing her hands up to her face like that puts her elbows in a certain position to squeeze her big boobs together and pop those ever-present nipples out at me like her eyes surprised. 'There's no hiding, baby girl' it says to her.

Thankfully she chuckles as well. What else to do, eh? "It's never ending!" Then turns away and goes after a nice long jersey in my closet. Throws it back at me unseen. "Come down for your protein shake when you can," she says. But before she steps out the door she can't resist...

"It's a good thing no High School girl ever got a hold of that, Robbie... You might be in Juvenile Hall right now for assault and battery..." And from down the hall I hear her call out... "Or Murder!"

'Yeah... I'd like to murder you some, Mommy. You ain't no little high school princess...' the cock was not done talking for me. 

I sigh. "Two weeks... this is gonna be difficult."

'Just follow my lead, bro. I got ya covered. Trust in me.'

At the time I thought that voice was the enemy... but that turned out not at all to be true.

+++++++++++++++

I thought to punch my cock down my leg before I went downstairs for breakfast, but that felt pretty difficult and maybe not the best suited idea. I was probably a lot less visible with it planted up under my waistband than any other option. Only... I had to have the string tied. Mom hadn't helped with that yet.

I stopped at the bathroom and looked inside at my usual morning ritual location... the toilet looked at me sadly... 'I'm gonna miss you, man.' Honestly, I had no idea how to go about a day without that every morning. For 4yrs of High school I had a minimum of 4 to 5 growth spurts in a day and sometimes just from the wind blowing... or the bouncing bus seats on the way back from school. 


ThRobbie Ch. 02



[All characters are 18+, consenting, and fictional]

Picking up where I last left on... 

I'd crawled up and gone to bed after Mom did her dance for me downstairs. I was way past exhausted from sporting a raging boner the better part of 3 hours.

It was nighttime before I woke and I managed to roll myself out of bed and go downstairs. My cum-stained jersey was still on but I kicked off my sweats in a heap near the scene of our mind-blowing 'exercise'. They were gone when I got down there. So was Mom. And everything appeared to be put back in order.

I flapped my way up back the stairs, my naked cock already getting charged up from the memory... and pushed the door through to Mom's room. She was wrapped up tight in bed, curled on her side, snoring quietly (she does that after drinking). I walked over there and stood beside her for a moment, looking down at her appreciatively. 

"Thanks, Mom... you're amazing."

And then I went back to bed.

Next morning when I woke it was well after 10am and no one was there to greet me. Other than... my morning wood. "Mom?" I called out.

Rolling to the side of the bed I noticed a fresh pair of sweats and a t-shirt folded on the chair. Was I supposed to put that on myself? "Mom?" I called out again.

Nothing.

Maybe she was out for a run. I waited.

Every 20 minutes or so calling out once more... "Mommmmm?" 

I didn't want to just get up and disrespect her by walking out there with a bone-stiff dick. I mean, she hadn't actually seen it yet. By the time I came all over the place she was dead on her tummy... tucked out (and who could blame her the show she put on!) 

Finally she came to the door.

"Hi Mom! You're the greatest!"

She smiled a tiny artificial smile and came over bedside. 

"I need to apologize for my behavior yesterday, Robbie..." 

"What?! The HELL you do, you were amazing. Felt like you saved my life."

"Well I'm sure it did but you should never have seen your mother act like that. It's unforgivable. I had a couple shots before you came down and I was honestly a little drunk before I went out to the pool. You had me a nervous wreck and I just felt it a good idea to take the edge off. But those extra shots while I... danced for you... might have been a bit too much. I have no idea what I was doing..."

"You're gonna make me feel guilty now?" I asked sadly.

"What? No, honey. I'm guilty, I'M guilty."

"Guilty of showing your son a good time so he can relieve his desperate situation?"

"Guilty of being a goddamn stripper slut is what!" she said. "And some of the things I said to you..." she couldn't look me in the face. 

"You never took your clothes off, Mom. If that makes you feel any better. Last time I checked that's sort of in the stripper itinerary." I tried to cheer her up with a chuckle. 

"Honey, I woke up laying there half naked with... your mess all over the place."

"Swell, that's good yeah. I'm completely guilt free. Thanks." I'm pretty sure I was actually pulling a reversal on her with that.

"No, honey, it's not your fault. I'm not saying you were bad! How can I make this right...?"

"Um... you could help me get my sweats on? I've been sleeping since mid-day yesterday. I gotta get off my back. And..."

We both looked back at my 'situation' tenting up like yesterday had never happened. 

"Yeah, I see it," she said. "Doesn't go down after something like that?"

"Jesus, Mom. I couldn't even touch it. I mean, that was great and all but... It'll need some greater satisfaction than that to stay down for a day, let alone overnight."

"Swell," she sighed. "The energizer bunny lives in my house in the form of my son's footlong cock." Finally we chuckled together.

"It's not that long, Mom. I measured once... ten inches."

She gulped. "That's plenty. Trust me, two more inches over that and it's simply cosmetic and likely not quite as much fun for you."

"Whaddya mean?" I questioned.

"Well... I have a few... 'toys'. I bought one that size once and it... was a nice thought but I couldn't quite perform with it."

"Couldn't perform?"

"I couldn't get enough of it inside me to make it worth having, okay?"

"What about me? Am I too big?" I didn't mean to infer a direct reference to future possibilities, but she knew that after a short interrogation with her eyes. 

"I'm not sure, Robbie. Maybe, maybe not. A woman can be very expansive, it sort of depends on how turned on she is."

"Well would I... why did you buy one so big?"

She thought for a moment and offered a small surrender. "Robbie, I'm only gonna say this once... Big Cocks make me really horny. I'm a big boned girl. I like a big cock...And they're not easy to find."

I smiled real proud like... 

She laughed. "But don't let your head explode. Let's get you out of bed..."

We thought about how to achieve that. I was hoping she wouldn't mind if I just hopped out and let it fly but that did not appear to be okay. "Same thing as yesterday," she offered resigned. "Try not to hit me in the head with it again."

"Okay, I'll try," But I held my hand behind it as if I were about to swat a tetherball.

"Very funny. You try that and I might bite that fucker off you. Problem solved."

"Uhh... okay, that might be bad. Might not quite fix ALL my problems."

"Okay then," she winked. "On with it."

It wasn't so bad this time as the sheets weren't tucked in on the edges so there was plenty of room to pull cover over, and I still had the jersey on as well. She reached up under the covers with both hands once the legs were on and pushed at the sides of my hips, coming into close contact with my vertical stiffy and craning her neck back while she finished. Before she stood back I heard her breathe a big whiff in again, her nose spectacularly close to my bobbing tent-top. I caught her red-handed and looked at her quizzically regarding the sniffing thing. She looked guilty for just a fleeting moment and quickly announced, "You need a bath. New problem."

'Yeah, newwwwwww problem,' it said grinning up at her.

Mom stared directly at my cock for a moment while deep in thought. I thought she might have heard it. Finally, "I think I know how to handle that. Hop up." And she reached around my tentpole to help me. She looked away again while I dropped the jersey down over my cockhead.

"Okay, it's fine now," I said. 

"Okay, I'll just tie it up loose cuz these are coming off again in a moment..." and I'll be damned if that prospect did not sound a flirtation. I looked up at her with a smile on my lips while she fondled my string, once again allowing the back of her fingers to graze contact on my shaft. She saw me looking at her. "Easy there, cowboy. You know what I meant."

But I got a wink out of her. Things were feeling better already.

Then she noticed the dried mess on my jersey. "Wow, that much there too, eh? I thought I smelled something funny. Is it..." and she absentmindedly lifted the shirt up catching a glimpse of my bulbous head again, winking up at her. She quickly dropped it back down.

"I didn't mean to do that. I forgot... somehow." (Yeah, right!) "Is it just on the jersey or is your chest all..."

"Well, you missed out on some fireworks. I made a mess of myself, yes. It's all down my chest. Besides, I slept in it all night."

"How is that possible, Robbie?! The mess on the floor was enough for..." she paused.

"What?"

"Nevermind... come with me, young man."

+++++++++++++

Once in the bathroom we both eyed the toilet, "Any chance you could...?" she asked amused.

"Got any more washed up 80's rock bands?" I chided her.

"You're bad. You're very bad... It's a good song!"

"Well it sure as hell is now!" I agreed.

"Bad boy... what ever will I do with you?"

"Uh... soap me up in the shower?"

"Fat chance kiddo, it's not quite gonna work that way. I'll stay out here beyond the curtain -- and you'll be in there. We're going with a bath today."

She bent over the tub to turn the faucets on hot and cold, testing the levels for a good 30 seconds or more. Her ass taunted me with visions from the afternoon prior, now appreciated more than ever. She dropped one knee to the edge of the tub and reached further in to grab the bubble soap in the corner. Her hips lit up like a house and I could once again see a rather clear imprint of her puffy pussy from behind... god I wanted a better look at that.

'You could peel those shorts down and fuck her right now. She wouldn't stop you,' the cock offered.

"All I have are thumbs," I responded. 

"What?" 

I realized I was having a conversation with my cock again and held up my hands... "All I have are thumbs."

She knew what I was thinking about. You don't carry an ass like that around and bend over potently, unaware that each and every person in the population is serving themselves a nice look at you. "Don't get any dumb ideas..." 

I kept my hands up.

Off came my cum-stained jersey... she simply did her best to avoid looking below. And then she opened a drawer and tied plastic bags around my forearms, rubber bands near the elbow. I lowered them so she could look...

"Robieeeee... keep 'em up high, you little pervert."

"Little?!"

She turned to the side with a slightly amused look and finished tying the bags on me.

"Time to take these down?" 

"Yeah," she responded. And gripped my waistband, sliding it off my hips while she squatted directly behind my ass. Didn't appear to mind that this time...

I knew she'd turn away from the tub and face the opposite wall, where a mirror covered most every inch of it. And I kept myself at silhouette because of it, cautiously watching the mirror through the side of my left eye... waiting to let her see me, naked and upright at no less than 45degrees above the horizon line.

She caught it alright, purposely peeking down the corner of her eyes as she turned. Her legs immediately gave out a bit and she stumbled grabbing the counter to catch herself, "Oh jesus..." 

I turned to help her and she got a full frontal view of my impressive girth, plus some knocking around at her hips for some tactile proof of my heft.

"NO! Turn around, Robbie! God!"

"I'm sorry, I thought you were," I faked.

"Get in the tub, Robbie. Get in there now!"

So I did. While she captured her breath back from what she just witnessed. 'It's only a matter of time now,' my cock informed me. And I was beginning to believe in it.

I stepped back into the wall and squat down to sit in the tub. Bit of an issue, my own cock was in my face before I was able to get flat and rest on my back. That was not a vision I cared for much. Not for me, thanks. No WONDER it scares the teenagers. I slipped a little and splashed the water out a bit, careful to hold my hands up... "Okay, I'm in."

Mom didn't respond for a moment. She was still looking down between her hands on the edge of the countertop. I thought I heard her whisper something to herself, couldn't make it out. (Didn't realize she was talking to a 3rd party... her own little orifice.)

"Mom?" 

"Yeah... yeah... okay, you're in. Can you close the curtain?"

"Uh... not really."

"Right... right, okay." She took a deep breath but it didn't stay in her long. When I got in the tub I made sure to push the shower curtain down away from me a bit, far enough that my upright erection would be exposed, jostling around, a few inches free above water. (Hey, this is the game she played on me the day before. Tit for tat. And like she said... naughty gets naughty.) Her focus went to it immediately once she'd turned around and out came a gasp. "Ohmygod... ohmygod..."

"Yeah, the tub's gonna over flow soon, Mom. I can't turn the nozzles!" Setting a knew course for her I swashed my back down, still holding my hands up, and slid my ass forward towards the nozzles, my feet on them attempting to be hands. She was happy to turn her focus somewhere else but by the time she got down and reached over to shut the nozzles off my ass was a submarine and guess what banged right into her face? (I made sure to push my ass up for maximum periscope level. "Oh shit, jesus. ROBBIE!" she yelled, slapping away at my happy cock and the nozzles. I slid back from natural motion and noticed her cheek turn red where I'd touched her. Her running top also got wet from all the sloshing around and had pulled itself down from the edge of the tub a bit, really maximizing her cleavage to the point of bursting out of there, it had actually stretched below the white bra beneath... and you know what that meannnnns! Pop, pop, pop, pop, POPcorn! One of her stiffening nipples was comfortably trapped under both bra and tanktop, but the other was dangerously close to popping itself free from the top edge of the bra built to stuff things tightly into. Oh boy!

"Boy, I will scold you," she warned, moving away from the faucet end where she'd just had her face knocked by big thick and virile cock.

"HmmMM! That's what I'm hoping for!" I confirmed. "Put a scolding on it! Be very, very stern with it, please!"

"Goddamn you, Robbie. This isn't fair." She'd made her way over to my side of the tub and casually looked inside while asking for the soap and scrub brush.

"Uh huh, maybe you ought to consider that next time you want to play bikini bunny in front on your son's impatient erection. Yeah?"

"Honey, we talked about that, I was trying to help." The suds had formed enough for her to feel slightly secure about eyeing my torso without forcing a peek down below. But I just absentmindedly blew them off me like a child at play. With the water turned off, it wouldn't take long to expose myself again... 

"I know, Mom. I'm just teasing you. Tit for tat..." I looked to her and winked.

"Fair enough... have your fun" (Aha! Carte blanche!)

Speaking of tit, she hadn't realized the situation with the nipple protrusion (or at least I don't think she had). While she was scrubbing me up, close to half her areola broke free and her taught nipple held on for dear life. I had to help that situation out... 

Simple task, move around some!

"That's ticklish, ahh!" I mocked and pulled her into the tub with my arm over hers (she was scrubbing my underarms at least). Her tits fell full into the water and smashed against my chest. We giggled a bit 'till she raised herself back out of there. I loved the site of THAT! Her top went near enough transparent for gray, a few bubbles plastered around to make it interesting but better yet -- the cavity of her loop had pulled itself down to example a 16th century bustier! Her left nipple had now become partially exposed areola while her right had in fact popped completely loose and I for the first time witnessed the full intensity of it...

I'm telling you you've never seen anything like this nipple. Rather, you have -- it's just about as PERFECT a representation of the baby bottle cap you used to feed on as you'll ever see. I am not shitting you. The diameter is the width of your pinky (though perfectly round), and not quite as long as the last knuckle on it. The end is peppered in tiny holes to suck fluid from and it tightens up behind that knuckle point (like her waist does between her tits and hips). Behind that is a whole other nipple. Suitable for any woman with pleasurable looking puffies but no points on them like Mom's have. A big chewable stiff nipple with plenty to suck behind it... unreal. And don't forget, there's a massive gold standard breast behind all THAT for ya. I'm the luckiest boy on earth. I used to nourish from that?! No WONDER I'm so fucking horny all the time!!

I heard a new voice swim through my head, 'Feed...feeeed... feeeeeed... FEEEEEED!!'

Lastly, there's no not noticing what I discovered with my eyes bugged out the way they were. But she went right back to washing, avoiding my eye contact. While I watched 16th century Mommy bust slosh around while the water slowly drained from her fabric.  

How I did not tie my mouth to her nipple and never let go at that moment I do not know... but my cock began to get angry again, and dangling around the surface like a boat buoy wasn't certain enough anymore... it tightened it's way toward me slowly... like a shark fin.

Mom pretended not to notice that everything was quiet all of a sudden. Or maybe she was just wondering how long it would take for her tits to jump out completely and announce that they'd arrived to port. She didn't do anything to discourage that, noticeably shaking her globes around while fishing the sponge glove throughout my body. My torso and back was plenty clean before she was reaching down my hips and banged into it.

"Uh huh... I see you there, mister," she giggled. Boy I was happy to hear her not yell at me. She splashed at it with her other hand and leaned back out of the bathtub. That was bad, cuz her tits were SO close to flopping free while she leaned across me to get at my hips. I thought it would happen for certain... and I may have sprayed all over them. Who knows.

"I think we best save that for last," she said before sliding her frame around the curtain to the lower half.

WHAT?! Save it for the end? We're going to GET to it? She's gonna clean my cock with a sponge glove?! OH MY GOD!! What just happened in the last 5min? 'I happened... and you're mother's no fool.'

"Honey... honestly, your cock is a marvel. You ought to be very proud. Shrinkage? Not applicable to my boy..."

She hadn't moved completely down the tub. Instead she kept her knees close to where they were and leaned down the ridge of the tub... giving me, once again, a privileged view of her fantasy full ass! Moving forward and back while she bathed my legs.

I peered around the curtain for a better view, as if it was only so she could hear me clearly. "Thanks, Mom. I guess you're right. Do you think maybe you can..."

"Shhhhh," was all she said. Which no longer was the denial I felt when I stepped in here. 

"You came a lot downstairs, honey... is it always like that?"

"Um... it depends."

"On what?" she continued to massage my legs longer than necessary... sensually. Almost like... warming up a cock. While her ass continued to bow forward and back before my eyes.

"On how many times I've done it that day... and how excited I am when I do."

"Hmm... I see," she continued. "So yesterday was... a full day's load?" She had 2 hands on one leg know, funneling them up and down the cord of my leg, reaching ever closer to the tops of my thighs but not quite close enough.

"Hardly," I surprised her (might have been lying). "I wasn't able to touch it, remember? I mean, you were plenty sexy enough but..."

"Hmm... as I recall, I sort of touched you, didn't I?" Now she was up at the top of my thigh, carving both hands around that location. The back of her glove hand swept across my hefty balls many times, her wrist bouncing my thick cock around at the base... the water adding enough resistance to keep it from slapping back at her, it was more like an anchor. I couldn't tell if she were watching it move the suds around. 

I was finding it harder to breathe. "Uh, yeah... sorta. I liked what you did but..."

"But what?" her tone was noticeably sexy. Not at all formal. Inquisitive, yes. Stagnant, no. She was definitely going somewhere planned with this.

"It's not the same as touching it. Holding it. Jacking it off..." I managed to say.

"Hmmm... I suppose you're right... Why don't you turn over so I can clean your other thigh and your shapely little butt? Can you do that okay?"

"Um... I can try."

"That's a good boy. Go ahead now." And then I heard her whisper to herself some more. I didn't bother to ask what, didn't dare ruin her continuum. I managed a way to swing near the edge close to her, one arm out of the water with my face rest against the ledge. I couldn't see her all that well anymore so I looked up into the mirror... and I swear I thought I saw her hand between her legs. It wasn't in the water and it wasn't by her side!




ThRobbie Ch. 02



"Nice tushy!" she cheered.

"Mother's finest," I managed.

"Hehe, smart boy... you'll go far." 

Her hands were then sensually massaging my right thigh... and my ass. She was very cautious between the cheeks for a while... lovingly.

"How do you think you'll do today, Robbie? You gonna be okay?"

"Mother... definitely not," I made it obvious and then repeated. "Definitely not."

She laughed out loud and I joined in. 

"Oh, I don't know... We might figure out a way to help relieve you." Her glove hand cradled my balls and began to massage them, while her other hand continued to feel my ass cheeks in a dangerous manner. I was a little concerned what she had in mind, but with her hand on my balls like that... no complaining.

"It feels like you might have a full refill stored in here, Robbie. You think that might be true?"

"Without question," I answered.

"Oh really? Hmmmmmm.... I like that you know."

"What?" I asked in a daze. Dangerous hand exploring my ass a bit more aggressively. Comforting one massaging my balls, building up fluid by the second...

"A man with lot's of cum to offer... That's just the best... I really like it... an excessive amount... that's kind of my style... Mmmmmmm," she moaned. And now the gloved hand was beneath me, channeling up my cock! OH MY GOD SHE'S TOUCHING IT!!

But soon after it happened she let go and popped the drain open, the water gurgling out... And came back to my end of the tub. 

"You can turn over now, honey." I looked up at her and both her big juggs had released from confinement. They jutt out proudly over the helpless-to-contain fabric underneath. I could barely see past her spitfire nipples, to witness the Oscar worthy look on her face. "Oh don't mind these, Robbie. They're so difficult to control some times... but you know what that's like, don't you?" She reached down and held my face while she kissed my forehead. 

I immediately went for a nipple to suck upon. But she caught me the moment I had my lips around one -- and slapped at my nose painlessly. "Ah, ah, ah... no touching. No touching Mommy. That's the rule, okay?" 

I rolled onto my back and looked at her quietly, nodding. No touching her but...?

"Would you like me to plug the drain back up and finish the rest of you, Robbie?" She took her wet fingers to her nipples and began to pinch and pull while waiting for my response, collecting suds on the breasts with the glove on it. Looking down at me as innocent as possible while her lips occasionally flashed what wicked chirp.

"You like to look at Mommy's big boobies, don't you, Robbie? Don't have tits like this at school, did they? No wonder no one knew how to handle you... You better decide real quick though, sweety. Watch Mommy play with her pretty tits? Or plug the water back up and make Robbie's cock do a nice big mess for her to clean up? Bathtub is a very nice place for that, Robbie. Decide... before the drain decides for you. Gosh, I sure hope you don't disappoint yourself..."

I kicked at the drain nozzle sharply, "Finish on me! Finish on me!!" The water was just a few inches over my thighs now... and Mom was about to suck one of her own tits in her mouth. I got lucky and not all at once -- kicked the nozzle close and shut the drain off.

She held her mouth open in a freeze frame -- an inch or two from her nipple. God I wanted to see that! Saliva dripped down onto her point.... and she released it from her grasp, rubbing a finger in a quick circle across the tip where the saliva had fallen. 

"Excellent choice, Robbie... Now here's the deal. I feel it might be okay to stroke you off with this glove on my hand... cuz I'm not really touching you, right?"

"Right! That's right! Right! Right! Yeah, great idea!"

"I'm glad you agree," she smiled. "But I also think it's very naughty for me to watch what I'm doing. It's probably not ok what I'm going to do. But I want to do it anyway... for you. And we'll see how it goes when I'm done. That will determine if there ought to be a next time or not..."

"Right, I won't do anything wrong. I promise!"

"I know you won't sweety. It's just my own concerns, okay? So I'm going to slide the curtain across, so we can't see each other while I do that for you, okay Robbie?" The sexuality in her heavy eyelids was the warmest thing I'd ever seen. "But I'll talk to you. And you can talk to me. And Robbie?"

"Yeah, Mom?" My heart was beating fast and irregular.

"I hope I make you cum more than ever... will you show me how much you can do this time? I won't fall asleep on you THIS time..."

"I will, I will! I can do lots. LOTS!"

"Mmmmm... you're making Mommy really horny, my gifted, talented boy..." She pinched each nipple once more and winked at me. "Lay back now, okay? Let Mommy handle evvvvvvverything." And she closed the clear curtain across my face.

Not long after, her soap sudsy glove crept over the edge of the tub, under the curtain, seeking me out... I could only help her, sliding my hips around trying desperately to get it into her hand. I'd swear she was missing on purpose, Then finally... "Ahhhhhhhh, there yuuu are! My big boyyyyy... Mommy's got a gift for you... make your tension go away."

"I've got a gift for you too!" I exclaimed.

"Ohhh yess yuuu DO! Don't I know it... Let's see what we can do with your big toy."

Her strokes were slow and soft at first. And she wanted the length of my cock.

"Oh my, Robbie... It's MUCH too big for little girls... you're in good hands now."

It wasn't going to take me long. No way, no how. I was 15 seconds away from holding on for dear life, just to extend the pleasure and hear what she had to say.

Her shadow form smashed up against the curtain, nipples pinching through a barrier just barely not too thick for them. Jesus! "I can seeeeeeeee you in theeeeeere... Who's in there? Is that my Robbie in there?"

"Yes!" I confirmed. My god... she was a total whackjob... I loved it.

"That's the biggest cock that Mommy's ever seen, baby boy. Not to mention had her hands on..."

"Stroke it, Mommy. Stroke it! You can have it. It's all yours!"

"Oh no, I wouldn't make promises you cant' keep, sweety... But I'll take full advantage for now." Her speed increased. "God that's a lot of cock, baby. Damn!"

I started bucking my hips up into her soapy fist, make sure she got all of it. How could pussy be any better than this?!

"Oh boy... lots of cock..." she backed away from the curtain but I could make out the shape of her hips arching back, and an arm back there... I think she was slipping her shorts off!! "I'm just gonna have to... just a little bit... ooooooohh."

"What, Mommy. What? What are you doing?"

"Don't you worry, baby. Mommy's just taking care of business back here. I won't forget about you... Don't you dare touch that curtain."

"Not gonna. I promise."

"That's a gewwwwrrrrrrRRR! That's a good boy. That's a GOOD boy. Such a grrrrrrrrwddd boy!!" her speed got much faster suddenly and her voice changed tone. All that growling and stuff. Her hand began to dance on my cock in ways I couldn't anticipate. And she banged around haphazardly into the curtain. I could sometimes make out the shape of her hips and her hand like,,, doing something back there. I couldn't last too much longer. My cock was never cleaner and I'd never felt this sensation before... 'Gotta hold on, gotta hold on... gotta make it good for her... gotta be good or you'll blow it... don't say blow, don't say blow!'

"Honey, don't cum yet. I can feel it in you. Hold on just a little longer. I want your best, okay?" 

She calmed her movements and whatever was happening behind her ass was over. I heard her slurping on something instead.

"Gawd, I'm such a slut. Oh my god," she laughed.

"What Mom, is that okay?"

"Hell yeah it is, honey. It better be..."

She made louder slurping noises and went around to the lower half of the tub, near the edge of the partition that was open at my knees. And suddenly stopped herself. Reaching her glove hand back inside to get a tighter grip on me.

"Oh my god Robbie, don't let me in there... don't let me in there... I'm so glad the curtain's between us... I can't hardly stand not to suck that strong cock of yours! I just wanna SUCK it so baddd. Would that be good for you, baby? Mommy suck it just the way you like?"

"Oh god, yes. I don't know how I like it. I've never had..."

"Mommy knows ahead of time, honey. Mommy knows..."

I was confused. I didn't know whether to not let her in like she asked, or kick aside the curtain and get my fuckin cock sucked! I didn't want to betray her!!

The moment past. "That's a good boy, baby. Good boy... good boy..." Her hand got urgent on my cock again, real fine grip from her position, a forearm away from her right at the curtain. "I bet you'd hurt me with it, baby. Too much cock to take. Gonna hurt me. Hurt me with it."

Huh? I didn't want to hurt her.

Her face smashed up against the plastic and she started sucking on it. Twirling her tongue around and stamping away... "la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... la-la-la-la-la-al-la-al..."

Holy shit I had to blow soon. She felt me.

"That's it baby... CUM for your mother. CUM for your mother... fisting that monster cock for you... she wants it bad, wants it so BAD, baby!... la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... la-la-la-la-la-al-la-awl..."

Her hand threw suds around the bathtub, blowing off my cock head. She never cheat any part of the cock, base to cock-ridge, base to cock-ridge... I thrust my best urgent rhythm up in to her fist on descent. Her grip was perfect!

She began banging her hips into the exterior of the tub. Mercilessly. "CUM on baby, DO IT! Blow the top off this roof and rain down on us. Make that big bastard cock of yours blow, baby. GO!"

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god..." my body began to quake all over.

"THAT'S it GIMME all yer lovin..." she cried.

"All your hugs and kisses too?" I somehow remembered? 

"YEAH! EVERYTHING! GIMME ALL YOUR SEEEED!!"

So I did. The trembling from everywhere other than my fistfucked pole raced into it, and I literally felt the top blow off. Had to look at it to make sure it hadn't. And saw the shadow of my mom there, up against the curtain. I wanted to be on her, not like last time. I'd spent a few blows onto the curtain and one beyond, the curtain kind hit her dead in the face and she could feel the impact, "la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... la-la-la-la-la-al-la-arwl..." she continued sucking at the curtain where my blast had punched her.

And then I jumped right through the plastic.... grabbed her through the shower curtain and painfully held my damaged arms around her while we fell to the floor, snapping all the plastic off the curtain rod above... slamming my hips up forcefully through her fist that never let go. 

"Oh Mommmmmmeee, it's so gooooooooood!" I humped away at her, the curtain between us.

"It's okay, baby. I gotchu... I gotchu... give it ALL to me... I want all of it..." 

On and on I rutted, never forgetting her desire for me to spend a whole lot on her. Show how much I can cum... better not disappoint. 

"That's a good boy, baby. Mommy loves you... it's gonna be alright, Mommy loves you."

Her hand stopped fisting and held on to my base, feeling the last few pulses continue...

"It's soooooo much, honey. You're going and going..."

Going and going, I continued to hump away while I bled out.

"I gotchu, baby. I gotcha, baby... Mommy's okay. Got you good... gonna be allllllright."

I managed to huff out one more thing before passing out myself...

"D'I dewww goooooooood?"

She held me tight and circled her free hand in a pattern behind my back. "The best, baby. You're the best."

Bzzzzzzzt. Out went the light in my mind. Literally shorted out.



ThRobbie Ch. 03



[I strongly recommend you read the prior chapters to this ongoing series. This is meant to be porn (or erotica) not fine literature, however, the series in its entirely will deal plenty with the psyche of maturing sexuality and that (as well as the sexual tension) might best be appreciated from the start. All characters are 18+, consenting, and fictional]

*

Just like the day before, I found myself in bed. This time dressed only in clean pajama bottoms. It was nighttime. I'd conked out after the bathtub incident and woke in the night once more. (It may have been the medication making me knock out like that after an orgasm those first few days.)

I looked around the room and noticed someone next to me. Mother was right there, with a reading light on and a magazine. Dressed in casual nightwear. 

"You okay," she asked sincerely.

"Uhhhhh... yeah. I mean, yeah! Are you?"

"Perfectly fine," she responded with a smile.

"Perfectly fine?" I repeated.

"Perfectly fine. Just making sure you don't need anything. Want some water?"

"Uhhhh... yeah, that would be great."

"Here ya go," she offered from the side table. "Ice and everything. I just brought it up."

I drank a bit. Very refreshing. Needed that.

"Your arms okay? You took a bit of a spill there..."

I laughed while she was unaware of the minor pun. "Spill? I thought I did better than that..."

She caught on and slapped her magazine at me. "Yes, you did. You certainly did."

"Not on the forearms, geez." I was still in recovery, after all. Recovery with benefits I never would have dreamed of but... a burn victim none the less.

"Here, take your medication and go back to bed."

"Good plan," I agreed. And swallowed it down.

A moment went by and then she asked. "Was I okay also, Robbie?"

I looked down my legs knowing I wouldn't find it there. Pointed at my groin... flat as a pancake. "Does that answer your question?"

She smiled. "I guess it does..."

"Don't worry. It'll be back tomorrow morning..." I assured her.

"Okay Robbie..." But she wasn't quite satisfied, "You don't think ill of me, do you, Robbie?"

I rolled back to look at her. "Mom... I'm the one with the problem. You're not the problem. You're the solution." And then I rolled back away from her, satisfied with my answer.

"Oh... well THAT'S good," she surmised. Seemingly satisfied.

"Understatement," I mumbled. And fell off to sleep listening to her soft sweet laughter comfort me.

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Next morning I woke up and knew I didn't need a shower. But the donkey dick had returned to full mast and I wondered what clever solution we might come up with THIS time. 

In the span of 3 days I'd gone from burn victim, to getting my normally problematic throb jacked off by my 'body like a cartoon' mother - who just might be as torrid horny as I am! (If not more so... given some of the shit she'd been saying.) If I hadn't woke up in the same predicament every morning, I might let rational thought set in. Alas, my dick has a very convincing mind of its own and I was in no position to question the sudden benefits available to me...

I was about to find out that she's literally sex on fire and hardly able to contain her desire to empty my ballsack quite a bit more deliberately. Seriously, prepare to be shocked. You've been warned.

Mom had wrapped me up in oversized PJ's at some point following the bathroom incident and I'd slept in them overnight. I told her before that's not so comfortable when things wanna wake up before me. That was never more apparent when I rumbled myself out of bed and took a glance in the full-sized closet mirror. Something looked very peculiar about my right leg. I thought about rummaging around with it to get it back to the upright position at my belly... but then thought maybe I'd teach her another visual lesson instead.

So I waddled my way downstairs where we could say a proper good morning. 'Damn right, kid. Keep it obvious. That's workin' just fine for us,' my cock agreed. 

When I got there she was munching on chilled vegetables, dressed in her shiny all-white tennis outfit. It's a one-piece, basically form fitting -- with room to breathe around her neck while holding the boobs in there jammy packed, a black zipper line down the front, and cheerleader-skirt style bouncy at the bottom (while far too short). She was surprised to see me up this early. 

"Oh, HI Robbie, you're..." Again, the erection ripping off my leg is comical in appearance. "...up early."

I chastised her, sarcastic serious, "You see this? I can't wear stuff like this to sleep. It woke me up."

She giggled, charmed by it at this point. "I'm sorry, honey. I just thought, since... well, I wasn't being very thoughtful."

"Uh huh," I continued. "And at no point did you go in there this morning and notice something struggling?"

She looks up at me like I'm chastising daughter, "... I did." And then she starts to giggle again. "I went in there first thing when I woke up, to be honest. I felt like I needed to check in on it!"

We both laughed. 

"Oh, you just HAD to say hello but didn't bother to do anything about it?" I'm still trying to be firm... wrong choice of words, trying to be comically stern with her.

"Well what was I supposed to do? Pull 'em off? Like THAT won't wake you up?" She's nothing but adorable in her apology.

"Good point... Don't do anything I might miss out on." 

She then looked away a bit mischievous and sort of mumbled, "Okay, honey... I'll try to keep that in mind."

Wait, has she been... nawwwwww.

I plopped down on the couch across from the breakfast table. She got up.

"Gimme just a moment, I have to tinkle and then I'll fix you a shake."

The downstairs bathroom isn't but maybe 12 steps away from her but she smiled at me once - and my cock probably twice -- on the way there. I thought I saw her lick her lips while eyeing it. But it might have just been Ranch dressing on there or something. I recognized after she closed the door behind her that I was pretty casual in checking out her bod in that tennis outfit. Her legs are like a 20yr olds! And somehow it didn't bother me at all to sexually admire her anymore.

After a VERY brief stint in the bathroom she pops back out to go fix my shake and I noticed two things. I never heard any running water, for one -- no toilet sound, no sink sound. And when she came back out she had that seductive look on her face she's had just before each time we... got things goin'.

"Good morning," she says, looking directly at my boner and waving at it while walking past. A little bit more spring in her step.

"What's that? Favoritism?" I watched her legs move around from behind while she put together my handy breakfast.

She called back over her shoulder, "No, no, no... I just wanted to make sure I don't ignore it while it's saluting me. You're my favorite in all ways, Robbie. You now that, sweety."

God her ass is incredible, I thought. You can almost tell the shape of it and at least how generously provocative it is, even under a frilly thing like that. And... DAMN that thing is too short. Just a tiny bit shorter and a bit of a bounce and I might glimpse some naked butt cheek!

I thought about moving my strain into a more comfortable position again before she came over and set me up with a shake and straw, set it on the table beside me. Noticeably pretending not to notice that thing in my pants this time, big motherly smile on her sexy face. 

Then she went back quietly to read her magazine and nibble. I took a curious look at what she was reading, was some dumb catalogue, and then I realized... underneath the table, her legs were spread lazily. And nothing was there beneath her tennis skirt. Nothing other than... exposed pussy!

I looked up at her while she munched on a carrot, ignoring me. She moved her limbs around some, crisscrossed her ankles, knees still spread, and leaned back in the chair a bit, pushing her ass forward. Enhancing my view. 

It was unmistakable. Her thighs were spread purposely, exposing her bare pussy beneath the table. Her puffy pussyshell was incredible. I'd seen her lips puff up around her bikini while she went hog wild to Whitesnake, with her tits down and ass up 3 days ago... but this was my first uncluttered witness. Her hairless pussy held close to closed like a fat clam (though it was more puffy like an urchin). Two equal halves of peekaboo, no inner lips pushing out in between. And the color, as far as I could tell, was a white shade of pink normally reserved for baby bottom girls -- not 36yr old grown females. How is that POSSIBLE? A small tuft of hair was barely visible above the cleft where her clit ought to be. Never seen anything more inviting between a woman's legs (magazine, online, or otherwise -- so fuck you, my Mom is smokin' HOT!)

I was considering all of that when a finger came down in the way and tickled at her hairs a bit. I looked back up to catch her eyes... still focused innocently upon the magazine. A sharp crack to her carrot and an almost smile escaped the edge of her lips.

Back down to the important view, her finger had dropped beyond the little pile of hair and was lightly grazing her sealed up slit...

I sat back a little more comfortable in the couch, and rearranged my package to pop my stiffy up to my stomach as usual. Okay, if this is how she wants to 'stumble' upon it today...

Her finger ventured inside a bit and I could see that her inner lips were every bit as beautiful as the exterior, the color just a slightly deeper shade of pink. She continued to fondle herself absentmindedly up top, but deliberate down below. I managed to elbow my cotton top up over my cockhead and leave it bare to see... fair is fair... before her middle finger slowly tapped in such a way that her petals opened up slightly. 

I'd wondered how anything at all could fit in there but the interior availability was now becoming a bit more evident. Her inner lips had flowered up enough to push aside her thick exterior and there appeared to be a finger sized slit now open and available between her parted thighs. Her finger moved away. I could now tell there might be a good-sized clit beneath a rather evident hood. Everything was flaming up and getting pronounced.

"Honey, do you think this might look..."

She looked at my exposed top 2 inches and mocked surprise.

"Honey, what are you... Oh my GOD, could you see me down there?!" Her hand moved out and she slapped her skirt back down between her legs. "Don't catch me doing that, bad boyyy!" 

"Oh that was accidental? My bad. Didn't mean to pay attention."

Her eyes sparkled sweetly. "Well it's just that you're walking around with a stiff fucking muscle like that all the time. It's affecting me. I can't completely help it."

"What... this?" By now I could use my thumbs like pinchers at least, so I got up and pushed my pajamas down under my balls (even less of a problem with the shrink-band rather than a sweatpants tie). My unit sprang out all fierce and proud of itself. 'Eyes on me! Eyes on ME! Attention is good, that's our mission. Got the pussy lookin'. Make it come hither.'

It's the first time I'd ever whipped it out like that unabashedly before her. That definitely hadn't been okay before but after yesterday's bathtub experience, I had to guess I'd get away with it. 

"Jesus, Robbie, stop that! You don't play fair." She barely moved her eyes from it.

I was right. Did someone say put it away? Uhhhhh nope!

"I don't play fair? I'm not the one getting busy under the table."

I began to swing my hips around and display myself. It spun like a dial and bobbed and weaved, a lewd display of rare gift. I knew what it was all about now. I had someone who could properly appreciate me at home and I definitely had something worth lookin' at. 

"Oh my gawd! I've never seen anything LIKE that, Robbie!!" She giggled to match her relatively innocent attire. Had a role to play today, apparently. 

"You like?" 

"I dunno... it's so... it's kinda scary!"

I gave her a cheesy horror movie growl and even that worked, bouncing my cock off my thigh.

"Does it bite?!" she asked, continuing the role of a clueless soccer mom.

"It might... might not wanna get too close. I'm obviously not in complete control here..."

She stopped the charade a bit, maybe interested in moving things forward. "You know what I think, honey... I think it's SEXY!!" 

"Yeah... Do I make you horneee, babayyyy" (I do a decent Austin Powers.)

"Definitely. How can I NOT be? It's so damn.... dangerous. I like dangerous boys... who might not fit inside..."

"Uh huh," I confirmed. "Could be a problem..."

"You stay there and maybe I'll go back to helping myself out then... think that might be okay with you?

"Why don't you go ahead, Mom. You helped me out a couple times... now I'll help you." 

"You sure that's okay? I don't like to be selfish... especially when my son's involved. You can't come over here, you know... need the separation space. You don't mind if I play with myself... drooling about how special that big cock is... wishing it were closer... But you can't come closer, okay?"

"I'm fine with that, Mom... Show me what you got."

"Ummm... okay! I'm warning you, this sort of thing REALLY turns me on, honey. Voyeurism, being seen. Do NOT come over here... No matter what I say, do NOT come over here... promise me."

"Have I broken a promise thus far?"

"Well... kind of."

"What?! When?"

"Well you attacked me through the shower curtain at the end there yesterday... but it's okay. That was unbelievably HOT and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to continue this stuff but... you took control and convinced me. And that's why I wanted to show you my pussy today. Wanna watch it some more?"

Note to self: Even though she says don't ever... it doesn't always mean that. But you better not get it wrong when you decide to ignore her rules, cuz if this shit ends any time soon... you're up shit creek.

"I would love to see more of that immaculate pussy," I assured her. Ignoring all that other stuff. "Why don't you show me more of it?" 

"Jeepers, Robbie... you're so confident. I find that hard to resist..." Her legs spread wide again. Wider than before. "Okay, just... under the table for now still, okay?"

"I might prefer it like that," I agreed. I sat back down to get the prime viewpoint back.

"Not for long you won't..." and she zipped her outfit down a bit, leaving her chesticles at dangerous burst capacity -- a frilly black bra showing underneath. I hadn't noticed that prior due to the density of the white fabric.

I leaned back and let my cock dangle down a bit. Still plenty hard, it stood out straight from the base of the couch, my heavy balls hanging off the ledge in a bulge.

"God that's SO sexy, Robbie..." She had a finger back between her cleft.

"Throbbie Robbie," I corrected her.

"What?" she laughed.

"Throbbie Robbie... that's what they called me at school."

"And you liked that?" she giggled.

"Not then... but I do now."

"Okay then... ThrrrrrrRobbie," she altered it slightly. "Oooooh, that's hot. That IS hot."

I thought she might like it.

"Watch this, Throbbie. Remember how Mommy always told you to eat your fruits and vegetables? Well... had you known what sometimes happens when making home cooked meals... you might have been a bit more diligent about it, huh?"

She brought a carrot stick down to her home-cooked pussy and began to feed it in there.

"From now on... always," I chuckled.

She got extra horny the moment it got near. Caught me off guard.

"Ohhhhh... pussy likes... it's chilly and cool..." Her hips bounced around a bit. "Chilly and cool want to warm it inside... Ohhhhhhhhhh, oh oh oh ohhhh..."

I froze, a bit taken aback by her instant sexual upgrade. It's kind of happened like that each time. Hits her like a lightening bolt... touching her pussy sends her off a cliff! My dick began to grow again...

"You like that? Like that Mommy fucks your dinner? Huh? You like that, ThRobbie? Huh? Want Mommy to fuck your dinner every day? Huh? Is that what you want? Tell her, Robbie, tell her..."

By now she was fucking a 3 inch carrot stick pretty seriously... before her face lit up darkness again and she quickly pulled the carrot out and shoved it in her mouth... crunching away earnestly, breathing hard through her nostrils while her eyes burned desire into my cock.

Jesus Christ. Talk about a catalyst! 

"I love it. Fuck a whole meal for me..." I told her, charmingly.

A fresh stick of celery was up her in no time, while her lips began to spasm and twitch again... her tongue lashing out in all directions to make sure everything was moist and available. It looked like she was eating ME!

"You wanna know what I did after you fell asleep in the bathroom, ThRobbie? Huh? Wanna know? Wanna know?" The celery wasn't enough anymore so she ate that too. Two true fingers down inside her now instead. "Tell me, you wanna know?"

"Yeah... I wanna know." What I wanted more than anything was an able pair of hands to start stroking off madly to my voraciously cunt-fucking mother!

Her energy was impossible. "You know what you did to the shower curtain, huh? Know what you did? You made a big mess on it, that's what you did. Kept on doing and doing all over it when humping that randy cock away at Mummy under the plastic." Her fingers were fucking her faster and faster. "Humping at Mummy under the plastic, remember? Remember that? Huh, naughty boy?"

I was actually a little bit scared but my cock thought otherwise. Raising up before us.

"Yes, I think you remember. You know what I did when you were done? Remember what I said about excessive loads of cum? Remember what I told you? Do you?"

"Yesss..."

"What did I tell you, baby. What did I tell you?"

"You said it makes you really fucking horny! That you love it!"

"Yeah REALLY fucking horny... hungry! And you know what I do about that? Huh?" Her ass began to bounce off the chair while her face continued catching fire and her swollen pussy made room for 3 knuckles of 2 fingers. "Oh gawwwwd, you know what I do, Robbie? Ohhhhhhh, I'm gonna cum hard, honey. I need to cummm... need to tell... so bad need to tell..." Her face transferred into pain as opposed to demonic pleasure and spat it out, "I like to LICK it all up, have to lick it all up!! So I did... I licked it all up. Had to lick it all up... Lick my horny son's cum off anything he sprayed on! Have to find it all and have summm, find it all and have summmmmMMMMMMMM!"

Her hips jacked forward and she came down ferociously on her fingers. Taking her eyes off my now throbbing, fully erect cock for a moment to look at herself there. "Ohhh Gawwwwrrrrrd honey, look! Look what Mommy did. Look what Mommy did!..." She laughed, "Do you think I'm a slut? Do you? Do you think I'm a slut?"

"No! I don't. I LOVE you! You're amazing!"

"Oh thank you, dear... But the truth is, I am... a dirty little cumslut... always have been..." She sucked on her pussy coated fingers a bit, nostrils flaring. "Baby must have summm... You have some of me." She grabbed a radish off the table, stuffed it up her pussy, then pulled it out and threw it at me -- caught it with my chest. "You have some of that. Have some of that if you like what Mommy does."

I fumbled my thumbs at it to pop it in my mouth. Wanted to taste her so bad I managed to make it happen. Radish never tasted so sweet. My slit was pushing clear-cum out now...

Inspired by my eager approval she got up and shoved aside the table making way for the chair, stepped up a little closer, and sat her ass back down hard on the seat. "Don't come any closer, baby. Don't come any closer... cuz I want to suck it so much. Want to suck that lovely cock and get all your cum from the source. Suck it right out of you, never miss a drop that way. So much better... so much better to suck from the source...a big mighty cock like yours... an endless supply... suck it right from the source... right out of Robbie's big cock... all down my throat."




ThRobbie Ch. 03



"Oh my gawd, Mom! Whatever you WANT!"

My cockhead was fluid now, draining a steady supply of the clear down my shaft, more than visible enough to see from her closer position.

"Oh YES, look at that... Is that for me, Robbie? That preparation for Mommy? Are you telling me something? Try to tell horny Mummy something nasty and sweet?"

Her feet went up to the edge of the chair and winged her thighs out. Her fantastic pussy was bare and available. Right there before me. But that was not her current desire.

"Know what else nasty Mommy does when she needs to? Know what else she likes?"

Her middle finger rubbed tiny circles at her anus before slipping it up there.

"Yeah... ohh yes... Mommy likes it in the asshole, Robbie. Finger right up her sexy tight butt... Did you know I did that yesterday? While you were in the bathtub? Did you know that Mommy did that?"

"I did... I sorta saw it."

ThRobbie Robbie was just that at the moment. My cock pulsed and throbbed a steady stream of 'the source', I couldn't hold out much longer...

"Oh you did, did you? Yeah... I wasn't very careful. Kinda like now. Not very careful... just like now... can you see what I'm doing, baby? Take a good look."

"Oh godddd... do all of it, Mother. Show me everything you love..."

"I love what's coming out of your cock right now, Robbie, That's what I love. You should stick it in my mouth and FUCK me! No don't... don't move. Don't come any closer... Cuz I'll have to suck it, baby, I know I will. Mother or no I will want all that cock and I will suck from you... suck it right from the source. Don't you come any closer... there is big cock and assholes on fire and my pussy spread eagle before him and I'm gonna cummmmmmMMMMMMMM!!!!"

She fell off the chair and landed maybe 2 feet before me. My cock was going to erupt any moment, all she had to do was ask for it and I would ram it in her senselessly. Instead she fought to save us from incest.

"Why don't you turn around and fuck the cushions, baby, huh? Turn around and fuck the cushions like Mommy's laying there. Fuck mummy on the couch, baby, yes? Want to fuck her? Fuck Mommy in the cushions. Fuck her on the couch. She likes it there, anywhere... just fuck her!"

I did what she said and turned around to fuck my pillow-sized cock into the couch back, anything she wanted. I dropped the back cushion down and fucked in between that and the seat. It felt really GOOD against whatever the hell it was made of, I didn't care.

"That's my baby, fuck that tight ass into the couch, You fuck her good, fuck her good in there... Fuck it so I can FEEL it! 

And I thought about that while she fucked herself behind me, pussy or ass, didn't know. Soon I heard sucking sounds and that meant her mouth was an option as well. And a moment before I came I knew I could not obey her. She wanted me on her desperately and if I didn't give it to her... she'd be destroyed. The hell with what she says!

She could read my indecision. "Don't turn around, baby! Don't turn around! I can't have it on me, don't let it..."

But I turned around anyway, at the very last second. My shaft swung wildly about and arched a milky white spray on my first turn. It coated the cloth of her stomach, narrowly missing her now fire red pussy. "Ohhhhhhh nooooooooooooooooooooo!" she screamed. "Disobeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy."

I didn't know if that meant I was in trouble but there was no stopping it now. It rocked up and down on it's own, pumping my seed down upon her like blood from a severed jugular vein. Burst after burst of thick white rain.

"No Robbie, nooowwwwrrrrrrrrr, yes, baby, YES baby, YES, YES YES!!!!"

She ripped her zipper down to her navel, an undersized lace nothing underneath, shoving her tits up to the sky, nipples immediately burst to be free. My cum rained down on her face, tits and belly as she flicked her tongue wildly around in the air to catch gold. One hand gathered my source and then pushed its fingers into her ass and began fucking it up there... stuffing it up there with basted fingers... the other squeeeeeeezing her tits roughly, as if that were someone else's hand. 

I fell back into the sofa and she allowed herself to fall to her back on the ground before me... "Give it allllllllll to meeeeeeeee!" she pleaded. I laid my head back against the couch back, feeling the thrust of my un-handled cock... bursting over and over... all over my deranged, sex-starved mother. Wicked sick for all of me...

Several minutes later my mother woke me and lifted me up to my feet, walking me to the bathroom... "You're in trouble now, Robbie... I told you not to turn around." I noticed the floor wasn't sticky beneath my feet, had she cleaned it all up already?

"I'm sorry, Mom." I said with leaden eyes... "I couldn't help it."

"Yeah... well things are going to change."

"Please... I can't go a week without you."

"I didn't say you'd have to... that's not the problem now. You better find a way to clean this guilt off me, Robbie. Cuz I don't know how I'm going to resist my desires any longer. It's been eighteen years since I had a cock like yours... and I got pregnant then."

I just didn't know how to respond to that.

"You can't pump your seed in me, Robbie... but I want it... desperately." 

"Mom, I..."

"You've seen what happens when I touch my cunt... I told you how much a big cock turns me on... after I tasted your semen in the bathroom... I had to have more... and now you've hosed me down directly with an amount I could only dream of prior... The fact that all of this godsend supply comes from my very own son... makes it all ten times as exciting with one-hundred times the guilt..."

I was speechless again.

"You better find a way to free me of the burden I feel, Robbie... and don't get me pregnant." 

I was about to chuckle like a weenie when she said...

"I'm fuckin' serious. Figure it out. Or we're doomed."

She cleaned me up for a moment with a washcloth, her hands trembling in concert with her lips. But well before she was finished she dropped the washcloth over my cock and stepped back, unable to continue. "Honey, I'm late for tennis with Jackie. I can't do this. I'll be back in a couple hours, I... I need to go."

And she zipped up her outfit, finding her keys and racket at the door -- and left without another word. 

I noticed something under my hand, had been sitting on the counter when we walked in... her panties! She'd walked in there and took them off earlier! But more importantly, she's walking out the door without them to go play tennis AND I just finished staining her with my healthy load!

Slowly I recalled her skin was completely clean of me before she zipped up. And I hadn't noticed my sperm stains on her white fabric. Maybe she'd get away with that but... tennis minus panties?

That can't be good.

What have I done?!

+++++++++++++++++++++

A couple hours later my mother returned. First thing out of her mouth...

"Robbie, I forgot my panties!!"

I'm relieved to note she's mostly laughing about it, "I know, Mom. I know! And I..."

"You came all over my outfit. I went out and played in it! Jackie never said a word!" she laughed hysterically.

I looked at her closely and I suppose it would be difficult for anyone not directly involved in what had occurred to even consider... is that cum all over you?! But still, the panty thing. "She didn't notice you had no panties on while you're bouncing around playing tennis?"

"Oh, well she did notice that... I just told her I was feeling frisky and dangerous. Her and I do that sometimes. Go without panties."

"Oh," I tendered. "At tennis?!"

"Well no, NOT at tennis," she was laughing with me like we were best friends sharing a personal joke. And I suppose, that's what we were! I was SO fuckin' relieved she didn't appear to be at all upset with me like before. "That was a first at tennis. Oh my god, Robbie -- I think several people noticed me! I can't ever go to that court again!"

"Oh my god! Did they say anything?"

"No way. No one said anything, other than Jackie. But I don't like that place anymore anyway, we'll find a better court."

And then she gave me the real news.

"Robbie... it made me SO fucking horny... I had to pull over and diddle myself again on the way back here."

I thought maybe I should apologize for before, "Mom, I'm so sorry I..."

But she ignored me. "I need to take a shower, Robbie. And you're a mess, so do you. Let's go take a shower, come on."

So the next thing I know I'm back in the upstairs bathroom with my Mom, only this time she's shucking her clothes off (and mine) as if it's the norm.

My top is off and she's just in her bra - no panties - when she says, "You don't mind seeing your mom nude anymore, right? I mean, you've pretty much seen it all and then some."

I'm about to answer when she pops her bra off without delay and kneels down in front of me while yanking my jammies off. She's stunned for just a moment, I'm nothing near the size she usually sees me in.

"Wow, it almost looks normal," she chuckles.

I'm totally limp for two reasons. I'd spent the last 2 hours trying to figure out what curing my mom of guilty indecency with her son requires. And now she's rushed in like nothing happened previously, while laughing about flashing her pussy around the tennis court, and disrobing the both of us like we're on fire and need hosing down. Even my cock is confused and has nothing to say... though that was about to change.

She was acting sort of duty oriented, and not at all sexual - while prepping us and getting a nice temp on the water. 

"Bags, we need to put the bags on you..." I noticed her take a few peeks at my unit while getting the bags for my arms out. Though more like a doctor than someone anywhere near desperate like she was just hours ago. "That thing's gonna be okay, right? Spent for the day?"

I looked at it, confused by all of this... "I guess so. Maybe."

"Okay, let's hurry."

She definitely looked at it again a few times while rubber-banding the plastic around my bandages. And it was maybe going to ignore her until she just couldn't resist after finishing...

Cha-Cha-Cha she goes, like Pamela Anderson or something - shaking them briefly left to right, looking up at me. "Look, Mommy's naked titties!"

"Oh shit," I sighed. 

"I'm sorry honey, I shouldn't do that. That didn't happen... blame it on the tennis court thing... I was naughty, I was naughty."

Sure enough as we step into the shower, I'm now becoming responsive below. She just haddddddd to do that.

She gets in first... and immediately I'm recognizing we haven't really done this before. My mom is completely nude in the shower, the finest ass in the county perhaps -- RIGHT in front of my own naked cock, while water goes splashing between us. I can't help but immediately notice the look of her skin being coated in trails of aqua... I follow it down her finely scalloped spine all the way to her ass, where I've got a real nice perspective I haven't seen before, looking down at her ass cheeks darting out youthfully to my now expanding cock. Her ample rump can't help but bounce me off there a few times while she rapidly soaps up the front of her.

Eventually she turns around. Now it's worse.

Oh look, your mother's tits are all lathered up and frothy, spilling mans favorite metaphor all down her chest. And she's been rubbing her nipples up all nice and stiff again, they want to peak at you and ask you questions. Swell. 

'Exactly... swell' said the Cock.

She immediately noticed. "Uh oh, problem occurring?"

I nodded. Standing there holding my hands up as if I'm under arrest. And I am!

"Dumb of us to think that wouldn't happen, huh?" she asked, faux innocent like.

'Oh YOU knew it would happen,' says my cock, doing all the talking for me now. 

"Good thing you can't touch me," she recognizes. I didn't know if that was a tease, a recognition of the way I'm standing, or confirmation to herself that she'll be alright.

And then she starts to soap up her thighs before me, leaning forward now and then... her tits bouncing into my abdomen, and staring right at my cock the entire time. As if she couldn't have fucking rather done that with her back turned, jesus! I'm better than half-mast by the time she's directly between her legs frothing up her gorgeous cunt. I'm looking to stab her there...

"Okay, we need to hurry. It's definitely entering danger zone..." Her legs startle and collapse a bit when she touches herself there. I move closer to grab her somehow but she stiffens, her hips choking out tiny spasms. "It's okay... I got it, I got it... Don't touch me... please." Though there's nothing rude in the 'don't touch' thing... sounds more like desperation again. My cock is less than a foot away and pointing right at her soaped up pussy.

She suddenly spanks her pussy sharply, "Stop it!"

I think that was a defensive maneuver but it backfired on her... she dropped the soap. 

The better option than go down with her face directly in front of my stiffening cock, is to turn and bend over - so she does that. Bends over to retrieve it and my cock goes right up her ass-cheeks canal. "Oh shit... oh god," she says fumbling around with extra difficulty given what's on her right now. "Oh no... oh god... don't move." Don't move? There's at least 3 feet of room behind me to back up, but okay... Maybe she was right. If I moved back a couple feet, my cock would end up pointing right at her bent over, lathered up, pussycake. And that view might cause me to... make a big mistake before I know what I've done. Better up her asscrack - than set to fire at an opening. 

The throbbing begins to thicken while I wait.

"Don't move, I'll get it... oh god, Robbie..."

Finally she gets a hold of the soap bar in her hands and stands once more. She keeps her back to me and I can see she's breathing real hard. The head of my cock sits atop the cleft of her ass like an apple on a hat.

"Okay... one minute... no, need to hurry... I'm just going to real quick... no can't do that... oh god... hold on..."

Her right hand moved down at least 3 times to not quite between her legs. But I guess she knew better than to touch herself there again and expect to maintain any control. 

And then I heard it speak again... 'All you have to do is push her slightly forward and stab it up in there. Impossible for her to resist. You heard her earlier. She might even want it worse than you do... FUCK HER! Fuck me up in there, Robbie! Come on!!' 

But I won out. NO! It's my Mother. It upset her before! I don't want to hurt her. She wants me to be nice and play by her rules. If she wants to have sex she can grab me and put it in there herself!

It continued, 'No, Robbie. She doesn't want you to play nice. She wants YOU to take it FROM her!"

But just then she turned back around before I was able to entertain the thought some more.

"ACKKK! Oh God, it's big... fully erect... turn around, Robbie! Turn around sweety, okay? Need you to turn around. Turn!!"

I did. Thank god she insisted I do that.

"That's a good boy... that's my precious boy... Okay, honey, I'm going to wash you up now. I'm just going to wash you up very quickly and then we can all get out of here, okay?"

ALL get out of here? What did she mean by that? 'There's four of us on the scene and plenty others in the subconscious... you got plenty to learn, kid.' I guess I understood the 4: me, my mom, my boner, and her frantic to fuck pussy. But I didn't know what 'subconscious' meant until she taught me later.

Her approach to soaping me up was in fact very rapid and I could sometimes feel her nervous energy through her taught-nippled tits, as they scratched across my back occasionally. "Okay, we'll just... do the back, that's good and... the sides is fine and... I can do your ass I guess and... that's nice, Robbie... you okay?"

I couldn't say anything. I'm standing in the shower with my naked mother and she can hardly control her desire to fuck. I'm not able to say anything.

"I'll be fast, honey. Not too long, just need to..."

And I felt her kneel behind me while she washed up my lags. Her face must have been directly at my ass and no doubt getting a good look at my hanging balls... which just might be real tempting for her, considering what she said about the stuff they carry. 

"There... see? That's not so bad. Just clean these nice strong legs of yours up and..." I felt the unmistakable sensation of a kiss right on my ass. "Yeah, nothing wrong with that. Just saying hello... and can't forget these, very important..." 

There it is. Her hand was on my balls. As soon as it got there she began to massage and tug on them in a manner I wasn't prepared for. 

"Right, honey?" she continued. "Nothing inappropriate about that. Baby needs a shower, no sense in not cleaning everything... Just need to clean your nice balls, very important. Especially these ones..." and she began kissing the flesh of my ass some more while massaging my swelling sack. "Isn't that nice, honey? Mommy does a good job, yeah?... Mmmmlllllna... okay?"

One other thing, she was kind of fucking my right leg up and down with her tits while she was down there. By the time she stopped and stood, it was definitely intentional.

I was just trying to maintain. Not say a word to embarrass or compromise our situation.

"Okay honey, now... just doing your torso, sweety? Okay? Mommy didn't touch herself... wants to be a good girl... almost finished." Her chest pushed into my back and she stepped up closer, roaming both hands around my torso from behind like a lover would. "Sure would like to touch herself though, just cuz... it's okay I press my boobies on you like this, honey? Is that okay? Please don't turn around, baby... that would be bad." I could feel her rapid breathing through her chest. Her heart was POUNDING! Wasn't just mine. 

She started to sway into me a bit, losing herself. Maybe she was trying to rub herself off on me a bit, I couldn't be sure. And then...

"You feel my hands there, honey? I gave you time to prepare right? Just can't... can't leave this alone. Mommy's going to help you now honey, okay? It will be nice like before, okay...?"

As soon as she wrapped a hand around it slowly...

"Fuck, Robbie. God it's so big..."

Her pace quickened immediately while I felt enormous relief wash over me from all the patient waiting. Soon replaced by the increasing urge for a far more substantial release.

"Oh honey, your cock is so nice... It's SO nice, baby... Just feels so nice in my hand... maybe that's enough." And then I felt her jolt while one of her hands had moved down behind me. "Oh shit! That was bad, that was bad, did a bad thing, Oh, honey..."

That had to have meant she touched herself, if only for a second. Her breath was ragged now as her legs stamped around a bit (though her hand did return to get 2 on my increasingly strained shaft).

"Honey, I need you to cum for me as fast as possible, okay? Can you do that for me? Need to be quick about this. Very quick..."

GAWD! Her 2 hands milking away at my cock urgently, with her ripe tits crushed against me, her hips and legs quivering behind my own, and the non-stop urging to cum for her... wouldn't take too much longer!

She was insistent, "I can't do this for long... we're gonna have a problem. Honey, we'll have a problem. Be quick about this now for me, okay? Need to be quick about it."

She began to whimper while her hands felt like an entire harem of belly dancers there to serve me. "Please, honey... cum for Mommy... need to cum for Mommy... very soon, baby... soon okay? Please help."

And then I heard my cock get rude, 'I'm not ready yet...'

"Fuck!" I responded to my own appendage. But she took that as a sign of 'soon' and somehow found herself even more excited. 




ThRobbie Ch. 03



"Robbie, I'm getting really turned on again... I need you to help me out here. Hurry up and finish, honey. Are you going to cum for me now? Is this okay? I like your cock so much, baby. I just want to help things. Love my little boy. Want to cum for Mommy? Make her proud of you? Want to do that for me, honey?" 

She was literally humping me from behind at this point while she snake charmed my pole of a cock. 

"Soon," I managed to fumble out.

"Oh yes, baby! SOON?! Soon to cum for Mommy? Show me all the delicious you? Don't make me suck it, honey. Don't make me suck it. Mommy would never wanna do that. Don't make me suck it out of you, baby... not from the source."

Contrary to the best interest of her declarations - she spun me around, my stiff dick fully upright in her fists between us. She continued jacking it off fast and furious, with both hands, while alternately looking at it and up at my face. Both seemed equally important. Her face was all drawn up in lust now and caving into that creature possessed. 

"Look at the size of it, Robbie. Want to spurt that cum all over me? Want to cover Mommy in fuckme-cream? Want to do that for her? Want to shoot it up into her chin? Watch it splash all over her greedy wet titties? Want that, baby? Is that what you want? Cum for the cumslut, honey. Don't apologize about your needs. Mommy's here for you for all your needs..."

She now held one fist at the base of my thick shaft and the other rapidly pumping away beneath my swollen head... her eyes we're all alive and sparkles seemed to be floating out of there into the air between us. Her mouth was wet and the color there never more appealing. I later learned the definition of this face to be 'unabashed yearning'. She looked up at me as if I were her daddy and said, "Say something, please..." 

But then she looked back down at it and said, "Don't make me suck it, baby. Don't make Mommy suck it." 

And I assured her, foolishly... "I won't."

She flashed a look of rage and suddenly spun behind me again, facing me to the faucet. And gripped my cock tight enough to not 'stroke' it but jack my thick skin around the steel pipe inside, rapidly and aggressively beyond any resistance.

"Jack that fucking cum onto the wall, you bastard. Spend it on the wall. I'll make that fucking cock cum, right onto a wall of tile. Watch it wash away clean, untouched. Cum right now, you fucker! CUM! RIGHT NOW!"

I was shocked and dismayed at the sudden reversal but before I knew it I was cumming. Hard and fast against the shower wall. Splat, splat, splat it made sounds I was familiar with. She continued to milk it for everything. Until soon I was gasping for breath while the showerhead washed down my face. She continued to assuredly milk any unspent cum from the balls up through my shaft. Diligent to make come every drop. Until I began to shake and shiver the orgasm out of my thighs, losing my balance a bit.

"Step outside and rest on the toilet," she said. Coldly.

And then I watched her wash me off the wall before her. Pulling the showerhead off and moving it around like a Steam Cleaner in a parking lot. She didn't look too happy. Not at all like all the times before. 

What did I do wrong all of a sudden?

'You didn't tell her to suck it... dumbshit,' my cock said, drifting away for the day.

As she was just about finished and the last of me ran down the drain... her rage had subsided and become utter sadness instead. 

Then she turned to me... while trying to avoid my eyes.

"Honey, I need to be alone for the rest of the day. Can we not talk about what just happened? Can you go now?"

I tried to say something, but didn't. And then head for the door, or to her, the door, or to her... and ultimately caved for the door. Crushed that I'd hurt my mother when I was trying to support her instead.

Finally when I reached the door I looked back, "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't quite..."

She interrupted.

"It's okay, sweetheart... It's not your fault... Close the door, please."

But I knew that was a lie. Didn't know what to do about it yet. 

That would take the most empty day I'd ever felt, and the following to learn the most important history lesson of my entire life...



ThRobbie Ch. 04



[Lots goin' on in this chapter. I'm gonna address a ton of psychology here that I feel necessary (as the creator). That may satisfy some of you and disenfranchise the rest. I figured it best I just pound all that out in one chapter, so if you prefer the 2-3pg quickie - I'll get back to that in chapters that follow (they just need to work things out here). Feel free to pass on this one if you really don't care about 'why', though there is plenty of hot sex. And thanks so much for all the prior comments. They matter very much, thank you. All characters are 18+, consenting, and fictional]

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So, where I left off last - wasn't the best situation. It gets worse before it gets better. But I gotta go over this stuff with you if you want to fully understand the psyche my mother and I went through before we actually began to fuck (and then some!). Hang in there, we'll get to the good stuff. You won't be disappointed. I know I wasn't...

And by the way, keep in mind I was massively maturing as each of these days moved forward. That may reflect in the telling as well. 

Following our mutual shower... I didn't see her much the rest of that day. I thought she might need her space, so I gave it to her. She checked in on me now and then, whether I was in my room or watching TV downstairs. But it was forced consideration. Duties. Her demeanor was quietly pleasant but something was clearly wrong. There was no spark apparent as there usually is (even before all this happened, we were real chummy).

I couldn't even muster a simple joke; completely failed at addressing her issues. I had no idea what happened... We're naked in the shower and she's fisting me hard, seems like we're loving it. Next thing I know she's jacking me off on the wall and pissed off! Doesn't want to talk about it. Why? I confirmed I wouldn't make her suck it no matter how bad she wants it. That's bad? What the fuck?! 

'Idiot...' Even my cock had rebelled and slept on me the rest of the day, other than to repeat that word several times. And on into the next. 

She kissed me goodnight and everything. Put on a pretend smile. Tucked me in good. I finally managed to mutter...

"Mom, I..."

"Shhhh," she held a finger to her mouth. "Let's not talk about it honey, okay?"

And again with the pretend smile.

Then off to the door and out goes the light. "G'night honey."

"... 'Night, Mom."

I'm a bad son... was all I could think while I waited for the sedatives to kick in and put me to sleep.

++++++++++++++++++++

Next morning I woke up and much was the same. 

The event of putting my pants on was effortless. Sure, I had wood - but it didn't seem to phase her. 'I guess it doesn't matter anymore, she's seen plenty of it at this point', I reasoned.

'Idiot,' said my cock in return. 

She fixed me a protein shake downstairs, without much discussion, and by the time I'd taken a few sips off the straw and she left me to go upstairs... I no longer had a boner. No release, no nuthin'. Just went away. It seemed that hadn't happened in forever. 

I suppose she would have left to go shopping all day or something but I was still supposed to be under observation due to my condition and she's not the type of mother to simply toss aside her care duties. Well, except for... (naw, I'd rather not get into that right now. I'll discuss that later). 

I sat downstairs and watched the TV for a few hours before she finally came down from upstairs.

"Everything okay?" she asked. Was wearing a red one-piece swimsuit. Nothing at all like the bikini that kicked things off days before. Was sort of a 1940's or 50's looking thing, though purposely like that in a modern sense. It had... like several pleats from the hips up through the torso, horizontally (I dunno, I'm not exactly a fashion designer so I can't quite explain this stuff). Everything stopped at the top of her breasts, with an inch thick collar of fabric that went on up and around the back of her neck, and a sort of tie that bunched things up between her boobs.

She still looked awesome, of course. Her tits look fantastic in anything. And the way the whole thing was constructed still accented what a bod she has. But she looked very reserved. Even her bullets weren't all that visible. I noticed them there, but they looked relatively uninterested and reasonably subdued. 

My cock may have thought to react but ultimately didn't. 

"Fine," I answered after checking her out just a moment. "Just... watchin' TV."

"Hungry at all? I could fix you something." 

"Naw, I'm fine." I answered without thinking.

"Okay, I'll just be out at the pool for a while..." she stopped halfway to the sliding-glass door. "Is this... okay?" And casually, sort of carefully, waved her hand at the suit without posing too much.

"It's fine," I said. "You look very nice."

That got some measure of a smile that was also somehow disappointed. "Oh, thanks honey... I'll be just around the corner if you need something."

And I did watch her fine ass sway with her hips while she opened the door and walked off out of view, not once looking back.

'You're an idiot,' my cock spoke again. 'I'm going back to sleep.'

"I should have had her fix me something so I could watch her move around and maybe compliment her enough to make things right?" I asked it.

'Yes. Now shut up and leave me alone.' 

"Jesus... everyone's against me now." 

But it gave me no response. Ouch.

Unlike the last time she went out there, she didn't find ways to move into view at all. In fact, she never came into view once. I even heard her take a swim. Must have just pulled herself up on a ledge when she was done, cuz I never saw her come out up the steps. 

By the time she finally came back in I was thinking of going out there. The Cock had said to me, 'Now you're beginning to use your head,' when I thought of it and began to get up. That takes a little effort when you're sunk back deep in a couch and can't use your hands or forearms to push yourself up. By the time I had done that and head to the door, she was just walking in, towel in hand.

"Oh, are you... coming outside?" she asked. There was something in how she asked it that made it sound very important.

I noticed immediately that her nipples began to expand. And her areolas were swollen, pretty well visible after sweating through the sun that long. Her cleavage was sprinkled with sweat and it dewed down into the center of her chest while she stood there. Her pussy mound was also... a little bit visible. Even in that thing. 

My cock began to respond. 

She noticed. And we looked into each other's minds for a moment that seemed like forever. I was just about to go to her and hug her when she snapped to and said, "I was just heading upstairs to cool off. If you're going out are you sure you won't need me to..."

I was nervous. So I spoke. "Oh no, I was going to... maybe not need to go out there. I'll just. I'm fine right here."

And I sat back into the couch like a lump.

'Nice goin'. You're fuckin' brilliant,' said my cock as it subsided once more.

"Okay," she said resigned. "I won't be upstairs for too long and I'll fix you something soon."

"Okay, thanks Mom."

So the day went on much like that. The distance between us was a canyon. She'd just completely shut down on me. And I did nothing effective to counteract it. Attempts at humor were of no use. She was waiting for something else. 

That night she tucked me in same as the one before. Had a glass off water this time at bedside. Nothing else any different. 

++++++++++++++++++++

The following day, if things would continue as they had - I'd have a shower due. Every other day at least, take a shower.

I sat there waiting patiently for her to come in and qualify if that were to happen or not. And my cock was up bright and early, patiently waiting as well.

Finally she entered in her running attire, winded. "You'll need a shower today, right?" She leaned down on her knees catching her breath. Doesn't usually come in from a run this late in the morning. Must have been a long one. 

"Yeah, I think so," I agreed, as nonchalantly as I could be about it, while staring at her bent over breasts.

"Yup. Okay. Let's get that done then."

There seemed to be at least a bit of a spark inside her now. But I couldn't tell if that was from her morning run, or things were due to improve. 

She pulled me up out of bed completely nude and walked me to the bathroom. My cock was not going to sleep on this opportunity and held up nicely before me, bobbing around, hoping for action. It didn't say anything though. That was a little odd. 

Once we got inside the bathroom it even banged into her a few times. She had no reaction to it. 

First thing she did was get the nozzles right, bending over unabashedly before me as in days prior. I was definitely reacting to that. It's unavoidable. And then she kind of surprised me popping the shower on off the faucet. 'Wait... she had said shower, not bath,' I reminded myself.

"Okay, you hop in first. I'll be in ina moment to rub you down," she said. And then began to remove her clothes.

'Oh shit, THIS is good,' I thought. 'Maybe we'll just pick back up where we left off!' But my cock wasn't talking to me today. I was just thinking to myself. 

Soon enough, Mom stepped in behind me naked. Immediately she grabbed the soap bar and began to wash me up. No sponge glove this time (nor last, btw). Occasionally, her tits would brush against me while she aggressively got things done. Before long she had finished my legs and stood up from the squat position to work on my torso. There wasn't any talking. And there wasn't anything sexual about the nature of her hands. But my cock was rock hard anyway. 

She finished my torso and reached between my legs to cup and clean my balls while her other hand began to give me a reach-around. I felt I should let her know...

"Mom, if you don't want to..." 

She immediately responded. Expecting it.

"It's okay, honey. I'll take care of it. We're fine."

But her motions were mechanical, a completely different person. I might as well be getting a hand-job from C-3PO. And I started to diminish a bit...

She picked up her pace, recognizing that immediately. But still, no emotion. No words. Not recognizable to all the situations that came before. 

Again she increased her efforts and kept me better than half-mast. But this would obviously take longer than intended at this rate. I put my covered hands up to the wall above me and rested, while perhaps more accessible. 

"What's wrong, honey? Why's it doing that?" she asked.

"... I don't know," I said. I really didn't. The whole concept of a hand-job NOT blasting me into outer space seemed impossible. Hell, even C-3PO himself would have been plenty effective just days prior. I thought I might begin to sob...

She sensed that. And crushed her boobs against my back. That helped a little. 

"That better?" she asked, still a bit vapid. 

"Yeah, I..." but I was due to cry about it. I started to.

"It's okay, honey. Don't do that, it's not your fault... Here, let's turn you around." There was a bit more concern but it was nothing like before. There may have been some concern from her - but there wasn't any excitement. Not much interest either. 

My cock was now between us like a couple days before and we both looked down at the soapy head staring up at us from above her messy, mechanical fists. Her big boobs wobbled around and it did look very nice. I improved a little, getting harder. 

She looked back up at me. "There, that's better, right? Is that better?"

I couldn't look her in the face so I turned away. 

She pressed her body into mine. Her tits mashed against my chest, my cockhead just beneath them. "How's that? That nice?... Go ahead and cum for Mommy, honey - it's okay."

I moaned, pleasurably. While still unable to look at her. I felt a little more energy and purpose through her chest and that turned me on. Or I really just wanted to cum for her and be done with it, maybe (now resenting that she had to do this for me, I just wanted to hurry up and finish for her.)

Just then she spun around... swiveled her wrist and began to backhand-stroke me towards her.

"Look down, honey. It's okay to look. Have a look at Mommy, baby."

I looked down and she was bent over with her back arched and her ass poking out, just inches from my balls. Holy shit, that looked amazing!

"Jack it off on Mommy's ass, okay?"

And that was it, I was down for that immediately. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna..."

"Yeah? You like that? Nice on Mommy's backside, huh?"

"Oh Mom..."

"Where is it, honey? I can't quite feel the rumble yet..."

"Oh God..." I was seconds away.

"No, it's just your mother, honey. God has nothing to do with it. Now make do on her."

"I'm cuuuu..."

And just like that she did it again. Swept back up and turned me around, this time pointing my cock directly at the drain. I could do nothing but watch it spray down in the sinkhole. 

"That's a good boy. Just being clean about it. You cum all you can, go ahead..."

I felt a bit better that she was not demanding but encouraging me to cum, as opposed to calling me a bastard and such like she had the last time here. So I got over my disappointment of not pumping all across the sexiest back-view on the planet. She'd tricked me but... I didn't quite feel like a creep this time.

"Finish up good, honey. Everything's fine." Her voice again was pleasant, but not exactly comforting in the way I knew it to be. 

I finished. She made sure of it. Stroking me carefully until nothing else would come from there. And then asked, "Is it all gone down the drain, honey?" 

I watched the last of me disappear... "Yes."

"Okay. Thank you... I need you to hop out while I shower myself up, okay baby?"

"Okay." And I did like she said.

She pulled the curtain to close behind me. And I thought I best recognize her sacrifice. Had no business thanking ME!

"Thanks, Mom... for everything."

"That's okay, baby. My plea..." And she chirped before finishing. I noticed through the plastic curtain that her hand was between her legs. She stopped all other movement. And then continued briskly, very much concentrating on the hand between her legs. 

"Honey, I'll jus... just gonna be a moment... Pay no attention... just washing up my..."

I could see her other hand up at her tits now, being very rough with them. And then the noises started...

"Mmmmm, yes. Okay. Mmmmm, yes. Okay... mmm hmmm, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! 

I wanted so bad to be in there with her. Not out here.

"Yes, yes, yes... uh huh, yes... oh god... I deserve it... ohhhhHHHHHHH! UNGH!!"

She came, in other words. 

The shadow of her tits shook out before her sharply, and her shoulders cut forward. I heard her feet struggle to stabilize, just momentarily. 

"That's better," she said. "I'll be right out." 

Soon enough she was. After giving herself a short but complete wash. She smiled at me a lot sweeter than she had the last couple days - and even gave me a wink as she stepped out of the tub.

I noticed her pussy was now kind of dark in color, not light pink. And there were almost scratch marks on her tits. But her body in general looked very relaxed. As did her persona. 

She toweled me off carefully, not sexually. And dressed me up in just somewhat baggy basketball shorts this time, no need for a shirt, it was way too fuckin' hot this day), handling my spent cock a bit as she did so, just to get things dry and comfortable. I had almost begun to sport one again while she was in there alone but it subsided and stayed quiet after that.

Just as we wrapped things up she said, "You look tired honey, go relax on your bed. I'll see you downstairs when you're hungry." And pat me on the butt off to my room.

It didn't feel the horrifying result like the last time we were in there, things had leveled up a bit. But it certainly wasn't like things were in the days just prior. I still needed to make an effort myself. And thanks to Jack Daniels and a sexy someone else - I was about to learn precisely what I needed to do. And should have done 2 days ago.

++++++++++++++++++++

When I came downstairs she was in the kitchen, hands holding her up on the serving area counter, head down. The first thing I noticed was the bottle of Jack and a shotglass out before her.

She looked up at me and the second thing I noticed was a thin white half-shirt that she'd manually cut just below her ribs. Her tits forced it out for ventilation up from her navel, and in return made the black lace bra beneath more than apparent... held her chest up high and crushed together.

"Phew it's hot today. I needed that to cool me down... Ready for your shake?"

"Uh... yeah! Thanks again, Mom. For takin' such good care of me n'all," I said sincerely.

"That's what mothers do, sweetheart. You don't have to thank me." Her mood really had improved a bit. Not quite there yet but... we were miles ahead of the day before.

She stood there for a moment, not heading for the fridge to fix me a shake - thinking about something. I stood there also, across the room, waiting to move 'till she did. 

"Damn, I think I'll just have another of those to help the first one out." 

Pour. Slam. Down went another shot. Uh oh...

Immediately following that I saw why she may have wanted a 2nd shot... She had a skimpy pair of Jeans shorts on. And by skimpy, I mean, she'd taken the scissors to these as well - top and bottom. The waist had been cut off completely, basically now started at the pockets and the zipper top (no button there, gone). And the leg cut? Let's put it this way, the angle went UP from the crotch - not down, not sideways, up! Almost like it was following the line where the thighs meet the hips. Consider what a cut like this might look like on hips such as I've described. The backside? Tastefully didn't expose any ass-cheek. BUT (and I do mean butt), the cut was RIGHT there. If you were to, say, bend over in front of the fridge to grab something... yup, you get the picture. 

Basically, these shorts made 'Daisy Dukes' look Rated-G. I would compare the backside to noticeably less than Jessica Simpson recently wore in the Dukes movie. And they were frayed at the edges like that, which somehow makes them all the more sexy. I guess it's the 'torn' effect (tear me up, right?).

So she moved away from me, and opened the fridge. *gulp*

Unlike a few days before though, she didn't play it up for me. Just went about things like she wore that every day. But I wasn't about to let it slide this time.

"Wow, mom..." I said as she left the fridge to grind up my shake. "I've not seen THOSE before."

"Yeah. I've had 'em a few years. Wore them around the house while you were at school. They're very comfortable on a hot day like today. And I'm covered up more than a bikini, so don't give me any crap, mister."

"Trust me, I will not give you any crap about it... Jessica who?" (That movie had come out maybe a year before that.)

"That's nice of you to say, honey. Pretty good company." She sounded genuinely touched.

I was determined to be different today than I was the day before. Especially after the sacrifice she made for me this morning. "Yeah, she IS in good company!"

Mom stopped the blender and looked me dead on after a moment, catching how I said that. "Did you just compare her to me, and not the other way around?" 

"Yeah. Too bad her hips can't match yours. Hey, at least she tried."

My cock snapped awake at that. 'Now yer learnin' boy...'

Her eyes raised at me and a genuine smile crawled across her lips. Finally! And then she sparkled for a sec before pouring my recovery shake.

"Well... I did make mine first."

There was a noticeable strut in her well-displayed, smoothly toned legs, as she walked over to me on the couch. 




ThRobbie Ch. 04



"How long they take to get frayed like that? It looks really foxy."

"Oh... not too long. I pull at them a lot. Real tight on me, ya know." I guess I was learning that when a woman does something she wants you to notice, you should compliment her on it. If you do it right, they might start throwing hints back at you to keep things moving forward. 

"Well, feel free to take them off if that becomes a problem." I winked.

"Easy kiddo, I've got simple white undies on underneath. You've seen enough pussy for the day, I think."

Ah, but make sure you don't leap ahead of them. They don't like to feel like you're desperate. Thanks Mom, I'm learning...

"You gonna be okay with things down there... after lending you a hand this morning?"

I was already growing. And I'm sure she could see it. 

"I'm good. I mean, I can handle it for a while. Don't let it bother you."

My cock was proud of that. 'My boy's becomin' a man!' 

She chuckled. "Okay... I'll try!"

'Ya see, boy? Ya see?!' it commented again.

I popped on the TV while she wandered around a bit, tidying things up. I did the best I could to not quite notice her as much as I wanted to, without being rude about it. Each time she caught me, I smiled at her as if it was intentional, no need to apologize. That appeared to go over well. So much so that I was horny as hell already and surfing the TV pretty hard looking for something that might keep this bus rollin'. 

Aha, reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Follow me while this makes sense, FAR more sense than I even realized at the time. Things are about to vastly improve.

She heard the theme music from the kitchen (may have taken another shot while she was in there. The bottle never got put away). "You like that? Buffy the Vampire Slayer?"

"I like Eliza Dushku," I replied, confidently. 

"Yeah? Is that Buffy?" She kept herself from laughing at the name Buffy. And then I noticed her right at the bottle, almost spit that one up. (Don't get the wrong impression here, my mom's not a lush. And it's highly unusual for her to start drinking around noon. But this was a complex situation she was dealing with, okay? You'll understand later. You don't hold up like my mom has if you're hitting the bottle on a regular basis. She'd do it on rare occasions.)

"Nope. Eliza makes Buffy look stupid. They're sort of... in competition with each other. But trust me, Buffy can't compete."

"Oh... Hmm... I'm pretty wiped out after a long run this morning in this heat. Mind if I sit with you?"

"Please do! Take a load off." 

So she did, sitting plenty close enough. Like you might if you were sitting on a bus together. I already had half a stiffy tenting up the leg of my shorts (the ventilation that created felt nice), but we paid it no mind.

It didn't take long for Eliza to make an appearance, thankfully. "That's her." 

"Ohhhhhhhh... I see. Exotic type, kinda," she noted.

"Yeah... exactly. That sounds right."

I thought it might make sense to both my interests to comment on why I liked her, put mom in the competition role a bit. While taking it off me, and at the same time... maybe leading to opportunities for sexy talk with her like she'd been doing the day's prior. That's what we needed back. I needed to take the 'guilt' off her, she said. I needed to give her reeeeeeeason to go there, and not just follow her. I was slowly figuring that out -- though it would absolutely be confirmed before this day was over. And she definitely helped things along. Check it out...

"I really like her eyes," I said. "I'm not sure why."

Mom was relatively quick to respond, studying her. "It's her eyelashes. Her eyes are very bold and certain but her lashes are wispy and feminine."

"Yeah. I guess that and... she has sleepy sexy eyes... like you, Mom."

"My eyes are sleepy sexy?" she laughed. "Where have you heard that term?"

"I dunno... I think I made it up, maybe. It's like... really sexy without quite intending to be, I guess. Yours are a lot more heavy than hers though. Hers, um, impale you. Yours kinda...

"Smolder?"

"Yeah."

"You're right, it's not always on purpose. But I'm aware of it... I've been told that."

She leaned in on me a little more comfortably. "Sleepy sexy, huh? Hmm..."

"Yeah." I kept things rollin'. "And her lips are..."

"Same as her eyes... uniquely strong while irresistibly feminine. I'm surprised you didn't mention them first, Robbie. Those are very rare lips she's got. That bottom lip is something amazing."

"Yeah..." I said it in a way I thought might sound like desire. My mom is well aware that BOTH her lips are flush, full, and amazing.

She looked at me. Studied my face for a second. Then realized her thighs were leaning up against my bandaged forearm (how'd she realize that? Gee, I dunno - ya think maybe she felt like takin' a look at my half-erect cock?)

"Oh, ow, Robbie. Am I too close?" she said with sincere concern.

"No. I like it. It's comforting... Can I just put my arm over the back?"

She thought about that for a second... "Like we're on a date?"

I made sure it was all about comfort. "Yeah, why not? Just me n' Mom, watching Buffy and Eliza... wishing they would get it on." I chuckled.

"You are naughty!" But then I learned something new when she added "... That WOULD be hot!"

She moved in on me while I raised my left arm back behind her, not around her shoulder but over the couch there. I looked at her regarding that comment. 

"What? Girls like girls, Robbie. Happens all the time."

I kept looking at her without being judgmental, just a bit amazed. She had her eyes on the TV, studying Eliza Dushku, laying into my torso now.

"What about that cleft in her chin?"

"Yeah. I normally hate that... but it looks okay on her, somehow."

"Agreed. I'm not sure how she gets away with that. I normally hate that also. Robert Mitchum... yuck."

"Who?" I asked. Totally stumped.

"Nevermind, before your time. Hell, before my time even but we didn't have 300 channels to choose from when I was your age."

Her hand went to my belly to steady herself. Was a totally natural move, she was honestly concentrated on studying Eliza's face. And this time my cock was pushed down my leg, not up at my belly, so it wasn't anything sexual really... got a rise out of me though. When I looked down to her hand I noticed that her skimpy Daisy Dukes had pressed out her pussy to the left just a little, the side away from me - and I could see the white of her panties a bit. That had an effect on my cock, the head was getting more like a kid's fist under there. The Bball shorts were several inches short of the knee so... if things continued, there was a chance my cockhead might even pop out the leg opening, karate chop style! [author's note: sorry, I couldn't fuckin' resist that one]. I thought I best not move too much just yet.

Mom continued to comment on the screen. "I like her dimples. They make her look sweeter than she might look otherwise."

"Yeah." I agreed. "She could look kind of hard, but they keep her looking more... I dunno"

"Inviting? Approachable?" She defined 'em for me. 

"Yeah... all that."

"Did you notice that Mommy has big dimples just above her..."

"Ass? Yes, I noticed." I said it without reservation. "There's something about that makes you..."

"My ass even more provocative and enticing?"

"...Yeah. You're good at this, Mom!"

She laughed. "At what?"

I thought for a moment. "At knowing what I'm thinking. Clarifying it for me."

"Yeah?" She smiled. "Nice visual this morning, honey?"

"YES!"

"Oh goodie! I'm glad you liked it." It really made her a bit giddy.

"There's nothing on you I DON'T like. But that? Uh, escalated things for me."

"That's good. That's how I like it." And she gave me a nice, comforting, agreeable, appreciable hug. God that felt good. (And it did in fact bunch my shorts up a bit, pushing the cock dangerously close to exposed out the leg of my shorts.)

I took a risk and continued about Eliza, hoping maybe we could continue to use her as a sexual stand-in. Mom kept using partitions and fake separation stuff to make her feel comfortable before. I thought this might be working for her. So I ramped it up a little.

Perfect timing. Eliza was on screen duking it out with some dumbass creature. "I love her little ass. It's nothing like yours but..."

"It looks very swattable and dangerous. Tender but she can take it," Mom clarified, once again.

Uh oh... I was a lot more than half-erect now. All the huggy stuff and the discussion, most of all... the warmth I finally felt from my mother again (much more than the sexual element, that was what had so much ascended my growth this time). You couldn't stare past it at the TV and not have an obligation to mention my apparent excitement. 

"Hmm, that turn you on a little, Robbie? The idea of swatting her ass a little? I'm surprised at you." But she was teasing. And just to make that clear she hugged up on me a little tight, rubbed her boobs up over my chest, and slid her hand a little lower towards my crotch. Not too bold, but enough of an obvious move to signal the intent. 

I felt I might need to investigate this ass swatting thing, "Sorry... is that bad? It just looks like she might like..."

"Oh don't be sorry, honey. You're absolutely right. She would like that. Lots of us girls love that. Your mother likes it plenty."

"You do?!" I looked at her and she was grinning that mischief grin again, watching Eliza demonstratively kick some bad shit in the face. 

"Oh yes... very much. I like being shown who's boss. Allows me to feel more..."

I got lucky with this seemingly lame interruption, "Okay with yourself?" 

I happened to be looking right at her tits, marveling at her turgid nipples when I said that. And I swear, they suddenly POPPED when I said it. Literally sprang out like a door kicked open or something. Her shirt was really tight up on her chest and even though she was wearing that lacy black underneath -- they deMANDED to say 'YES!' right at that moment. 

Her body quickly shifted and ultimately torqued up at me as well, as she looked at me and quietly said...

"Yes, Robbie... that's correct."

Her smile was as pure and glowing as I'd ever seen it. This was the opposite of the look in the shower when she barked at me. 

I got another hug out of it and then she shook her boobs around a bit, trying to get the shirt to be a little more agreeable, before she asked... more like announced, "Do you mind if I just." PINCH. She took a good pinch on both nipples at once and I heard them cry, and then say 'Oh thank you'. I swear I heard them. 

My cock was raging now, boy. Stand on the other side of me and I'm binoculars beneath an umbrella. Just a slight tug to material and the mushroom head would be fully exposed and breathing.

"There. That's better," she commented to herself following a bit of a satisfied sigh. And then hugged her right arm around me, crushing her funyums against the side of my torso, tossed her hair away from the couch-back and down her left shoulder, and set her left hand down just below my navel to replace where the right one had been.

That was enough to set me free. The dual-nipple-pinch put me damn near fully erect. Following that up with her movements, a satisfied sigh, piling her tits on my side like that, and then casually reaching down past my navel... inevitably popped me out the leg. Doink! It even made a sound, yanking itself out from under the flap. 'HELLO! What are we watching?! I wanna be involved!' it seemed to say.

Mom was amazing in ignoring it. She must have been anticipating it for several minutes for it not to shock her. Hell, she was likely purposeful, aware, and intentional in every decision she'd made since it began to express an interest in her. She's a pro at this (more on that later). I noticed that slight smile creep up the right side of her lips to acknowledge it, but that was all she made apparent... holding her eyes to the television set.

"What about her hair?" she asked. Attention back to Eliza.

"Awesome... I love it," I replied.

"It's sort of unruly but a lot less tussled than mine. Is mine too untamed?" Her hand moved back up to toy with her thick, auburn, and just as she said - untamed, unruly, locks.

"No way! I LOVE your hair! It's totally you! Especially now that we've..."

"Fooled around some... and you know how wild I am inside?"

"I think so, that. Exactly. Yes!"

She really began to get that grin going now. But I kept my eyes on the TV as much as possible. Even that wasn't a bad view - the shade was on it enough that I could see a vision of her off the glass, depending on the color scheme of the scene. We just happened to be watching a dark subject show, so that was perfect. (The reflection of my erection lifting out the leg of my shorts, I have to admit, was kind of exciting also.) 

Her hand didn't come down off her completely, she ended up lazily trailing it around her left breast... and soon to her right... and soon a bit more deliberate.

"Her tits aren't all that big, honey."

"Yeah. They're not as exciting as yours are. But they fit nice on her."

"I'm glad to hear you say that, sweety."

"Why?" I asked sincerely. Uncertain if she was responding to what I said about hers or Eliza's.

"Because it IS important for things to fit nicely... I wouldn't have done mine if I didn't have the hips to pull it off."

And then she was simply massaging herself. Really enjoy the size of her own tits... And so was I.

Suddenly she released herself from me. "Honey, this shirt is really bothering me. It's so fucking hot, and it's getting all knotted up on you. Do you mind if I take it off?"

"If that makes you more comfortable, Mother? I support it." 

She was up before I answered but before ripping the top off had to do some adjusting on her Daisy Dukes. Half her pussy had bulged out to one side by now and that didn't look comfortable. I got to see what it looks like when she's "tugging on them" and I don't know why but there was something really hot about her struggling with them like that. 

Just before she tossed her top off she gave my cock a nice appreciative look and smiled at it, fighting to point right up at her. Then off came the top in a big swoop of relief. She even moaned relief as well. It fell in a pile at some random location. "Phew!" 

Before I got a good look at things she trotted off back to the kitchen. "I'm just gonna have one more shot. It's not too much for me, I'll put it away after. Do you need anything, honey?"

I'm looking at her ridiculous ass carry her perfectly matched hips off to the kitchen in the most legally criminal shorts I've ever seen. I can see her dimples just above and below the cleft of her ass-crack and spine like we talked about earlier, and I can even see a little butt-cleavage as well (which has always been super sexy to me for some reason. Maybe cuz of how rare that particular peek is). Her calves are supreme, can't even begin to talk about that. But the most pristine part of it all is the line of her spine, directing traffic in the smoothest most sensual manner possible - with nothing to hide it besides a sexy black strap of lingerie. My... god. The throbbing began.

"I've still got a bit of protein shake left. Need nuthin' else but you back here," I wisely confirmed. Didn't think it was too cheesy. Neither did she.

"Awwwwwwwww." She put a hand on her hip and bounced it to the side slightly while looking at me appreciatively. "And he's my - son. Aren't I the lucky girl!" The corner of her eyes had a look at me there. It likely resembled a shotgun pointed up at her.

I was happy to score points. "Mom... those shorts are unbelievable. You look fuckin' spectacular. Damn."

She dropped a shot. Popped the bottle back in the cupboard. And came dancing back over to me. "Thank you, baby!"

Now I'm getting it front side as well. It just ain't fair for the rest of you, bastards. The black bra is a real nice mix of sexy/elegant. Bottom half is solid, as if it were a demi-bra. Top half finely laced with some etching of a stem leading out from her sternum, to match a small rose right at her nipples. The art of the etching is so thin you can pretty much see right through it and trust me - there's nothing anything close to tacky about it (it's Victoria Secret at its finest). The floral cut of the top goes 45-degress across her circular breasts and I'd say just about 40-percent of her is juggling around exposed above it all. 

"Jesus..." I mutter.

"I told you before, it's just Mommy, honey. But thank you." She huddles up on me and I'm getting an eyeful of her unbelievably excellent juggs. 

"Well there had to be some sort of divine intervention to make you my mother..."

She squished against me. "Oh, you are racking up the points, kid. Fast and furious."

I took a chance and then tried her, "This is much better now... isn't it, Mom?"

She kissed me on the cheek quickly, followed by another squeeze. Absolute certainty (thank god!). "It is... Oh look, they're back from commercial. Hurray!"

Still wanted that fake screen between us somehow though. Avoiding my obvious appendage. Guess I still had work to do. 

Eliza was back on scene, thankfully, and we got a nice frontal view while she had a mini tank-top on and some low riding tights. 

"Her hips aren't near as sexy as yours, they're real slender. But I like her... what's that part that's kind of below the belly and leads down..."

"Her pelvis? This...?" she rubbed her left hand down my belly, slightly below the waistline of my string-less shorts, tickling my pubes a bit.

"Yeah, I like her pelvis..." I confirmed. My dick now demanded to be noticed.

"Cuz it's so clearly leading down to her... vulva?" Her hand went further over my crotch and she momentarily curled her fingers around the base 3 inches and pulled them back out, continuing to quietly finger my hairs. 

"Yeah... I guess that's kind of it. You think that's why I like it?"

"Yup. I sure do... and I see what you mean. It's tender but really demanding you to look down there. Hmm..." Suddenly, the bell rang for her...

Her hand went right back down into my shorts. Only this time, she got a bit more serious and started tugging at a few more inches. It struggled around and fought with her as there just wasn't room to yank it off my leg so easily after being that stiff already.

"What's all this about... ThRobbie? Are you being naughty in class again?"

"Yes, mam." I said simply, neither submissive nor much apologetic.

"Is Eliza giving you troubles again, young man?" 

"Yep. She sure is..." This time I was even a little arrogant about it. 

"Well I shall have to see her after class about that but for now we'll just have to do something about... THIS!"

Finally she fished it out of there and immediately shoved my shorts under my ballsack, pushing them up (much like her tits) with my erection lewdly rotating around my abdomen. 

"Oh my... she IS a troublesome bitch now, isn't she?"

"Yes, mam. Does this to me all the time." I hadn't expected this sudden spin, but it felt like lotsa fun. Whatever it takes to get her in the mood. 

"And she never takes care of the problems she causes?" she continued. 

"No mam, she's kind of a bitch, like you said. Busy doing other more important shit, apparently." 

"What a cunt!" I was shocked she used that word, even given the nasty stuff I'd heard her say the past few days. But I wasn't about to shy away from anything this time. "Well, nothing can be more important than getting this handled, son."

And let the stroke session begin... 

She continued to stroke me off while watching the TV. "And what is it you're expecting her to do for you... suck upon this troublesome cock a bit?"




ThRobbie Ch. 04



I loved it. "That would help."

"Yes, I imagine it would... I hear she's quite aggressive about things." Sexy, engaging Mom was back in action. 

She was really vigorous and involved this time again. Her chest was dancing around just as much as she was jerking me. God her boobs look fantastic! I could see nipple pink peaking through the lace and wanting to get out soon. 

"Would you use your hands on her... while she sucked you off? Did you know some girls like to actually gag on a cock? Girls that will want you, because of the size I'm seeing here, in particular might like that..."

I continued to play the role, looking for advice, now knowing she'd give me the answers before I can come up with them myself. "Unfortunately, I'm a bit incapacitated at the moment, mam. But if I had full use of my hands..."

"You might like to force her head down on you some?" she answered for me.

Hmmm... "If I had some indication she could handle it, yes. I could certainly help her out with that."

"I see... Well sometimes they don't want to be helped necessarily, son. Sometimes they want to be controlled, shown what to do... A big cock like this will likely encounter much resistance. You don't have much option but to test what you can get away with."

And then she leaned forward and sniffed her way up my cock from near the base (there it was again, the sniffing thing!). And I mean her nose was right up against it, I felt the lips of her partially opened mouth skew their way along my shaft to the top - one big whiff like the reverse of blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. I wasn't prepared for that at all enough to do something. And I suppose the way she treated it (no tongue), allowed her will to maintain and not suck me into her mouth.

"Yes indeed... that's the smell of a man. You'll want to keep that in mind when a woman's mouth is around you."

I wasn't totally composed any longer while I fumbled out... "Um... yes... mam... I'll do that." Damn, I blew that... er choked that...er, missed an opportunity there. 

So she moved on.

After wafting her head around slowly, smelling the air around us, her hair whisking away at my face... she whispered hotly in my ear. "You know... you haven't mentioned her skin. Why not?"

"YEAH! That's it! I mean... Mam, I think the biggest problem about her is the tone of her skin... It's so soft and sensual... Not like the other girls... More like a..." It was tough to get it all out coming off her facial contact on my cock, plus she'd gasped while I was talking and had gone back to jacking me off liberally. I looked down to notice she'd already begun to pump a bit of pre-cum from the tip and must have got excited when she saw it, increasing her tugging to the point of uncomfortable (she'd just missed swiping that on her cheek).

"Like a woman? A Mother?" she huffed out, excitedly.

"Yeah, just like that. Tender... and in need of caress but..." I was porously spilling the clear-cum now...

"But you're not afraid you'll do damage to her? She can take it? Cuz she's a woman?"

"Yes! Right! I can be real physical with her." I felt I was getting the picture now. What she needed.

She let go of me for a moment and reached back to unclasp her bra. Her tits dropped out a bit in relief but held the cups tight to the skin, she was so packed in there and hot. 

"How 'bout these? Is this what you mean by soft but fuckable flesh?" She had to yank the front of the bra off her tits and throw it across the room. MAN she was turned on and intentional so quickly. Instantly she began to rub her delicious tits all over my torso. I'd never felt her nipples and all of that breast flesh quite like this before. Nothin' but skin and sweat this time!

"Yeah, lady. You've got great tits. Much better than Eliza's. I wish I could fuck 'em." I don't think I'd talked quite like that before either. But it felt right.

Mom reached up and pinched a nipple at that. VERY excited to hear that. She moaned sharply.

She starts swinging her tits around rapidly back and forth, slapping my cock against them in alternate directions. My pre-cum was slinging off me, hazardously, and that drove her wild. 

My hand had come down around her shoulders at some point earlier and was banging around on her now, sort of painful from all her vigorous movements. So I dropped it down at her hips - now mostly at one side with the action she was putting on me - I was able to jam my thumb into the top edge of the jeans and park it there. God it felt good just to HOLD her in some manner after all this time. 

"Well I'm sure I can help you out with these until Eliza comes back, ThRobbie."

Her right arm then retracted from my back and pushed my thumb slowly along her hip and into the crack of her ass. Ohmygod! I couldn't get much in there but still! This was the first I'd actually had any kind of directly touching HER (with any appendage other than my cock), and I'd thought that totally off limits. Apparently she'd changed her mind. She'd been liberally allowing more and more of her to touch me, and now I could touch her some also?! What would this lead to?!

"What would you like me to do for you... ThRobbie?"

I answered instantly, without fear. "Fuck my stiff fat dick with those bitchin' tits of yours!"

Just before she took care of that she leaned up in my ear again and whispered hotly, I even felt tongue. "Oh that's good, baby. That's good!"

And then she grabbed me and firmly stuffed me between her beautiful globes and began humping her torso up and down on me, shaking us all over. That made my hand feel like it was actually thumb-fucking her ass cleavage too and, well, I don't know about her but that was REALLY making me feel good!

That went on for a bit until it seemed less the opportune position for her to be doing that in and she leapt off the couch. (Sad for thumb, but good for what's to cum. She probably kept it there for longer than made sense just because she recognized my need for it.)

Her shorts came off in a jiffy, as fast as humanly possible with shit on that tight. It looked SO fucking sexy to watch her do it I didn't even give a damn about my abandoned cock for a moment. I saw a flash of pussy but she pulled her dainty cotton white panties back up just after. Holy shit, she was soaked!! Her cotton at the pussy was pretty much transparent she was so flushed. 

She stood between my legs and grabbed my cock again firmly, pulling my ass down the couch a bit. 

"You'd really like to fuck Eliza's face, wouldn't you, ThRobbie?"

She had that look of possession again. She was licking her lips and swaying her hips. Somewhat calmly stroking the top 4 or so inches of my cock.

"Yeah. She's a sexy bitch," I told her.

"I know what you mean. Dark and mysterious... while not really trying to hide. That's a unique mixture." Her hand began to roll around my cockhead like a bedpost. And I swear she drooled on it. 

"I'll tell you what... I'll make her face-fuck you when she gets back to class. Or... you can fuck these tits right this minute... choose." She looked at me like, if you choose her I will rip off your goddamn ballsack. Which was totally unnecessary. Given the true choice - simple answer:

"Get on your knees and fuck the hell out of my cock with those sexy tits of yours, lady. There IS no option!" And I was commanding! Really proud of myself.

"Excellent choice, kid..." And she dropped to her knees before me, ripping the shorts down off the rest of my legs in a jiffy. Then looked up sweetly, and altered her tone to a motherly one, "Really, Robbie. I like what I'm hearing..."

She started by doing the nipple thing again, left to right - just the edges (just like that first day, only this was totally nude for the 2 of us!). Then she wobbled 'em down around my head and washed it like a car wash. Jesus Christ, it was already unbelievable. Her rhythm was sensational sexy. She turned her eyes up at me and growled a little, clenching her teeth... Then kept on chatting me up. "You like that? Looks like you do... did you know you're making faces at me?" I totally didn't. "That turns me on... don't stop. Show me what to do with your face..."

I had no idea how that works so I just kept thinking about what I wanted and hoped that would take care of itself (which is precisely how you do it, btw. Allow your thoughts to come through your face. It's not that difficult, just let it happen).

Then she pushed her hands firmly in from the sides and began to channel my cock up and down between her cleavage, maybe 6 inches or so - often leaving my cockhead exposed. 

"What's all this mess all over your cock, ThRobbie? You like to make a mess?" she teased me.

"It's pre-cum. It gets me prepared... to make a big satisfying mess, yes." 

She immediately had something to add. "Oh that's not all it does. It gets me prepared also. Only, with a cock like this... I don't need any lubricant... I'm wet like rain covered glass... wet like a boy in a bathroom..." The length of her, uh, breast-strokes, was expanding continually while she spoke. I'd been pumping so much clear cum, and she was so sweaty, that initially it really helped keep her smooth and slippery. "Thing is... I really love the taste of that stuff... so I could still use the hell out of it right now... but if I do that, we'll have a bigger problem... I'll likely get dismissed from the school if anyone found out what I did... so maybe we should avoid that." Drool continued to pour from her mouth, seemingly unintentionally. It was just happening.

'Tell her to suck it, you motherfucker!!' First time I'd heard from the cock in a while. So I ignored it. I'm doing fine. Can't fuck this up...

"Yeah?... It's enough to get a nice sloppy fuck from these tits of mine, eh? Rare opportunity, right?"

"Fuck yes it is!" I confirmed.

"Alright, I can understand that. Let's make something happen then (fuck, fuck, fucking me with her tits)... I'm feeling rather impatient (stroke, stroke, rubbing those babbies up and down me so nicely)... And I don't want that cunt Eliza comin' in here... and taking my fungun away before I'm... FINISHED!"

And then she spat on my cock. Whoa! And began a real vigorous fucking like she'd been doing before she got off the couch and down on her knees. For a second there I thought I might have fucked up again. I mean, she SPIT on me! But it soon became apparent that things were gonna be fine. Her face looked up at me with that special lust I'd seen before, somehow smiling through a face branded 'slut'. She'd let go of her tits occasionally and then slap them back and forth across me some more, loving the way my stiff meatpole fought with her funbags. Then smash herself back around me and really fuck them serious some more. Stuff was splashing up in her face on occasion and she loved it. Her tongue would wag out and she'd throw her head around like the end of a flume ride, her now sweaty locks feathered out with dew all over them... so fucking sexy and engaged in my cock like it was the only tool man had ever created. 

I was getting real close to blasting... all that shit flying off me, had me thinking what I'd look like on her face... I'd swear she could read my mind and was nothing if not encouraging that, by the way her face was presenting itself. But I couldn't be certain that was okay. And I guess she read that too. So she stood up.

Immediately my eyes went to her pussy, fuckin' drenched panties beyond repair. Her cunt was open slightly and I could see her pink right through the fabric. Her clit-hood was pushed up and I could honestly see the bean beneath wanting to force its way through. She followed my eyes.

"Oh you like how that looks, huh ThRobbie? Bet you'd like to have this puffy pink pussy, wouldn't you?"

"Goddamn yes, I would!" Knowing that couldn't possibly happen. 

"Not gonna happen. Not today... Hand me what's left of that shake..."

Time stopped for a sec and stalled out.

"Mom... I'm..."

She burst out laughing. "Oh God, honey... I'm all wrapped up in things right now... and so are you!! Hahahahaha."

We both laughed and she jumped on top of me, I thought she intended just to grab the shake at my side but she may have decided a new thought when her tits nailed me in the chin. 

"Suck my tits," she said simply.

I was stunned again. Her stiff nipple was centimeters away from my lips. 

"Go on... suck 'em."

I sort of leaned forward but before I got there she smashed 'em in my face. I held my tongue out but I couldn't find a nipple. "Yeah, you like when I smash these tits in your little schoolboy face? You like that, ThRobbie?"

I muffled all sorts of agreement, into the softest flesh I'd ever felt on my face. I don't know what she did with the boobjob but she must have had plenty tissue packed around the implants cuz I didn't feel anything weird - just 2 big mounds of solid breast-flesh.

She took a moment to reach behind me and smack her ass with my tent-pole cock (didn't have to reach back far). That allowed me to fish my mouth to the side and suck one of those million dollar nipples into my greedy mouth. Oh jesus... I didn't know how to do it right yet, so I sucked hard! 

"Oh, Robbie... gawwwd, oh god Robbie... too much, baby... too much... I need to get off, baby, I'm sorry... can't stay."

She staggered away from me with the milkshake in her hand. But check this visual - as she moved herself off of me, my cock fucking STERNLY rode between her ass cheeks and pushed demandingly across her dripping cotton covered pussy... My cockshaft just rubbed juice with my mother's ass and pussy and seemingly thought to force it's way in there!... I was gonna burst from that momentary stimulation any second.

She recovered from that mutual feeling just in time to note the head of my cock pumping out an unreasonable amount of clear-cum, it ran down my shaft like a volcano preparing to blow, some of it slinging off of me - desperately holding on to all it's known - while my dick jostled around madly from the bounce off the first ever pussy it's ever met face to face... my mother's!! 

"Oh my GOD, ROBBIE! LOOK AT IT!!"

She dropped to her feet and put the glass of leftover protein shake to her side, immediately fisting away at my cock from top to bottom. Pre-cum was pasting up her face in a hurry, it was fucking RIGHT - THERE! I was about to pass out from suspense and the overwhelming strength being sucked from me to vortex at the base of my cock. 

"Holy hell... I can't I can't I can't..." she chanted a few times and pulled away from it JUST as I...

"Ohhhhhh myyyyy............... FUCK!!!!!" I yelled louder than I ever had in my life. Who the fuck knows what the neighbors thought, it HAD to carry that far. I thought my eyes would pop out while I held my neck up to witness my cock blowing off and my mother getting blasted on while blinking against it, trying to grab the protein shake glass. I'd hit her right in the face once and she was already licking away at her lips while I continued to erupt. She managed to find the glass and force herself to stand, point my dick at it as best she could, and not fall over from the force of everything (I guess she'd intended to use that for me to empty in). I'd sprayed a rope or two across her swinging tits, then her belly, maybe some into the glass - but the eruptions were strong and demanding, torquing my cock at the root. She finally gave up on the glass, but before tossing it aside she took it to her lips and downed it like she was slamming a shot of Jack. NO WAY!! 

Finally she stood with her knees bowed a bit unsteady, switched hands and jacked me off all over her pussy! Her other hand went to her mouth and she was sucking her fingers clean, along with the back of her hand, anything she could find me on. Her wrist, forearm, anything. Soon that meant sliding that hand across her body somewhere and cleaning it all over again. This entire time - jacking me off continually all over her fully drenched, cotton covered cunt... now littered with my hot excited spunk as well. 

Lastly, she was moaning and mewing, and seemingly crying from painful delight (no words, just the sounds of overwhelming satisfaction and disbelief). Finally I crumbled back into the couch... absolutely spent. And that's when things REALLY got interesting. 

She began to funnel the cum off my cock with her hand and immediately stuff it in her mouth and suck, suck, suck - over and over again. I could not believe what I was witnessing. This stuff was like the only means of survival to her! Her eyes were slit at the ends like she was crying cuz it was the last she'd ever see of it (she wasn't at all crying but I swear it resembled that more than anything. And that will make sense before we're done here, reader). Once my cock was clean of anything, she sucked her tits into her mouth, one at a time - back and forth until she was certain there was nothing but her own skin left. And then... she went to the pussy. Oh my god.

She hadn't looked me in the eyes at all the moment after she began to feed. It was all about the cock and cum and not missing a drop. But finally, once she had nothing but the pussy left to deal with - and everything left of me on it - she rubbed away hysterically at it several times, and then looked dead at me. 

"I want you to watch me CUM for you. Watch ME cum for YOU... Did you see what I just did? Now watch me rub my cunt off crazy with everything you splashed we with there... nothing but some cotton in between. Watch your mommy rub her cunt off with your cum..." She continued going at herself in a frenzy. "I love it so fucking much, baby... I've always loved to be plastered in cum... Mom is a little cumslut, honey... It's been so long since I've had a man do that for me... so goddamn long..." She was squeezing her tits torturously now with her free hand. "I had to raise my boy instead... and now there you are... the product of my womb... feeding me back the life that I gave you... Oh honey, am I sick?!"

She had my full attention. "NO!!" I demanded. "I WANT this for you!"

"Oh baby... I'm so blessed... want to give it back now... want to cum for you and SUCK my panties clean... Can I do that for you, baby... Can I do that now, is that okay?"

"YES!" I secured her. "Cum with my cum!!!"

"Ohhhh that's nice, baby. That's so nice, Robbie... I'm gonna have to suck it soon... gonna have to suck it soon... Mommy's gonna suck it soooooooooooooooooooooooon!!! And you'll WATCH me!!"

Her knees buckled and her shoulders jacked forward like I'd seen before, this morning, shaking her tits around tightly. Her face froze up as an intensely strong orgasm muscled through her body in sharp bursts. I heard a sound come from her pussy - like a sponge being squeezed, kind of. There were 5 or 6 full-body clenches, each one a little more distant from the last. Until finally she let her mouth breath. "Oooooooooooooooooooooooohhh". 

I saw her skin soften for a moment but she soon disallowed that and ripped her panties off. Not down - off! The sewing up the sides was not all that strong and they were absolutely drenched from the both of us. She made it look easy but the movement was not one to be denied success. Fucking hot as hell.

"I'm not done yet..." She looked at me with demanding wet lust. "And you're not either."

Then she stuffed her cotton panties in her mouth and sucked, threw herself on the floor, legs spread wide before me - fully exposed to her son. And back at herself she went, fuming through her nostrils. Her hand was busily fanning/flapping back and forth across her juicy pussy lips. Sometimes more deliberate on her clit hood, sometimes the entirety between her thighs. 

"Gowwwwna crmmm agwwwn swnnnnnnnnnn!" she muffled through her stuffed-with-cum-covered-panties mouth.

At that her rubbing altered. She expertly swiveled her middle finger around for a moment, starting right near her anal hole at first in a slow pull up - and then the more systematic circular rhythm... before plunging inside her vagina completely.




ThRobbie Ch. 05



[Right up front I want to apologize for not maintaining a promise I made at the end of last chapter - Robbie is not going to sink the pink with that verbally insistent dick of his here. The encounter below went longer than expected and really oughta stand on its own. But - next chapter, I assure you, he’s going to fuck the hell out of a hot mess of pussy and hopefully reward all your patience in sticking with this series. I greatly appreciate all the feedback you’ve posted/sent and if not for that, this series would not be half as effective as it is. Thanks a ton! All characters are 18+, consenting, and fictional]



So the prior day was quite the experience, eh. Lots to take in. Next morning I wake up to something way too bright in my face. That’s not how it normally happens.

“Good morning!” I hear.

Mom was in the doorway, hand up on the frame, like a Playboy Playmate (that’s always been a favorite of mine, the posing in a doorway thing. Ya know?). My eyes remained sensitive to the light, so focus took a moment to come clear but the silhouette was plenty enough to get me blinking fast. “Morning, Mom,” I groggily greeted her. 

“Oh, good morning to you too, Robbie. Didn’t see you there.”

“Ha Ha, very funny,” I cheesed her. 

As my focus came clear I had to shake my head a few times to truly accept what she was wearing. A 2-piece lingerie set like I never knew existed. The bottoms were, like... ‘boy shorts’ I guess they call them (not sure why). Rather than bikini-sized, they’re much fuller and really accent her hips somehow by having that extra material. The material was some sort of ultra-thin mesh – with a snake print on it. But not just any snake, looked like they’d cut a boa-constrictor in half and snug it around her thighs. Somehow very understated and tastefully done, considering the print. Best of all... I could plainly see her pussy mound underneath.

Up top was a half a ‘Cami-top’, I think they’re called, same material. VERY tight - hugging up a cut just below her boobs (the neckline was actually very high but the material was so thin and so... minimal, the extra coverage there was somehow even more sexy. Worked the same as the shorts did.) With the light blasting through the way it was, the entire outfit was shiny and near transparent.

“Wow... wanna play with my anaconda?” I mean, how obvious was that line, right?

She turned around and dropped her head to the floor, legs straight up behind her, ass out - and announced, “Ain’t no Fonda, Honda!” 

Those booty/boy shorts she was wearing cut her ass right into a Moon Phases Calendar!

Slowly, she drew her head back up with a back arch - straight out of the stripper book of must learn moves. You know what that move does for a stripper with a great ass, right? That’s knuckle-biter-worthy on my mom. It hurt, even. 

Once she was back to standing upright she wiggled it around and finished up, “Little in the middle but she got much back!” smacked that tight, round ass sharp on the word ‘back’, and gripped it for good measure. 

I wasn’t anywhere near ready to handle all that, having just woke up but I gave it my best. “I’m sprung...” 

She turned around to face me, her feet where kinda dancing. “I can see that,” she smiled, “I’ve been waiting patiently, wanna take a shower?” 

I was just a lil’ grumpy from the sunbeam wake-up call. “Did you open the blinds on me?”

She responded without delay, “I sure did, wanna take a shower?!” 

She was adorable. Like a little sister (before they go teenager on you and become a bitch), or even a daughter. Still, looking at her... unmistakably my mother.

“Oh my god, my mom has a crush on me!” I teased her like she had cooties. 

She leapt on the bed at me and we immediately began to wrestle, me at a very serious disadvantage. In the end I just let her big boobies pin my face, except...  “Yrw swwwlll hwnt pwwwnd mrw crrrrck!” I muffled out. 

“Huh?” she laughed, still planting me with breast-flesh.

“Yurww stwwwlll hwwnt pwnd mrw crrrrrKK!”

“What?” she said, squirming them around on me.

I waited.

She relented and pulled the boobies off a bit, still dangling inches from my face, high-beams ignoring the daylight, her hair all around me in a burst of lit-up auburn.

“You still haven’t pinned my cock,” I casually made clear. 

I gave it a sharp kegel-muscle clench, enough to beat the sheet resistance and pat her on the ass. 

“OH!... Oh yes, I see... Not tapping out... Well I’lllll jusssst...” rather than move off the bed a little and let me muscle it up to my stomach, she kept her stellar ass down on me and simply slid back upon it, slowly... her hands still at my shoulders... I felt the full length of her ass-cheeks push it back down at her pace... until her pussy was upon me (covered only by the thinnest of fabric possible) and her ever-present nipples digging into my naked chest... She reveled in the feel of my stubborn stiffness resisting the sink of her swollen pussy as it passed down my shaft... 

Guys know this, but you girls out there... in the morning... that shit is often especially stiff, okay? The nerve endings aren’t all that tender, it’s just stiff – like granite (at least mine is). You can slap the crap out of it and it won’t hurt. But if you try to push it down and point it at my toes? THAT – might hurt.  

She saw a bit of pain on my face and questioned me, really a bit sadistically. “You give?”

I might have been kind of a dweeb in high school but I played sports and I don’t suck. I’m a competitor. She had to ask twice, this time rubbing her rapidly warming-up cunt back and forth near my cockhead, rhythmically. “Two...”

Then she put her lips on one of my nipples and began to kiss me completely contrary to the pain she was inflicting on my stern cock. And that made it hurt worse, okay? It wants to come up!

Until finally, “THREE! I win!!”

At that point she goes teenager on me, sits upright on my hips and starts hopping up and down on my shaft like it’s a Hippity Hop ball from Wham-O! That actually felt better cuz I got to nail her with it right in the crotch several times. Besides, she was ridiculously CUTE about it all!

“Oh my God, you are PLAYFUL this morning!” I laughed at her.

“I know, I know, I know! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...” she cheerfully wailed. Next thing I know she’s hopping around on the bed like a trampoline, and my cock is a totem pole. We thought the same thing together and she starts dancing in a circle around it, like an Indian, with a hand bouncing off her open mouth, “Hoe-hoe-hoe-hoe, hoe-hoe-hoe-hoe, hoe-hoe-hoe-hoe...”

Okay? My mom is FUN! I’m tellin’ ya. Sucks to be you and not me ; P

Finally she stops, hops off the bed, rips off the sheet and has a new chant... “Shower-shower-shower-shower, shower-shower-shower-shower...”

I’ve witnessed enough from her by now to actually have my own idea how things are gonna go for us this morning. It’s time for a little role-reversal. Shower time? Yup, okay. Showers with Mom don’t suck. Er, rather...  they do now! 


So, we’re back in the ol’ bathroom again... Hope you like that as much as I do.

Her fine lingerie comes off before I even have a chance to tell her how sexy she looks and to please take her time. While testing the water temp, she’s energetically altering between that - and several quick strokes to my joint. She’s giggling constantly, bouncing up and down all giddy, clapping her hands. It’s madness. 

And I know exactly what’s going on. She’s so fuckin’ relieved to get that stuff off her chest last night. To put things right with us and have no more secrets. Finally living in a house where she’s free to be herself with no apology. She might even feel a bit better about it all than I do. And I’ll tell ya, it’s really making my heart light up for her. Not to mention... my full erection.

“Okay, Robbie - all ready, hop in!”

And I began to implement my idea...

“Nuh uh,” I tell her, my arms folded carefully.

“What?” she stops cold.

“Nope,” I repeat.

Her face drops 180-degress upside down into desperate concern, “What’s wrong?”

I assure her there’s nothing wrong... as I’ve now learned how to incorporate that mischief smile I’ve seen on her face so many times the last few days.

“Why don’t you step in there first, baby girl?”

She looked at me pensively. Was I...?

“Daddy will come in after... just wanna have a peak at my pretty little blossom, lookin’ all grown up,” I smile.

But she’s not quite done being concerned. I did ask her a question last night that might cause some concern. She’s a fine mother and cuts straight to it, “You don’t have to do this, honey. I’d rather be with you.”

At that point I’m even more certain of it. “I want to.”

One last attempt before she lets me give her what I know she wants...

“Are you sure?” she asks, all grown up.

And I tell it to her the way she wants to hear it.

“Hop in the shower, pumpkin. Time to wash up now.” I gave her a wink, and a smile, and did my best to channel what her daddy ought to be (or what she wanted him to be), leaning back against the sink-counter, arms folded – meaty-stiff 10” pointing out at her, free of apology. 

She looked at me for just one more moment of indecision before I recognized the clincher... rather, the pincher. I didn’t have much to work with but I leaned forward and gave the best pinch on her ass that I could offer. “Hop in there, apricot.”

Her eyes slowly made the reverse back into awareness, appreciation, happiness, and... undying love. I got a nice kiss on the cheek and a whisper in the ear, “You’re the best, Robbie. I love you so much.”

And into the shower she danced, “Hurray!”

Maybe it was her plan and she just smartly led me to it. Regardless, after last night’s conversation? I really wanted to do this for her. As pervy as it is - by all accounts, she really needed it. And I’ll tell you what... she deserved it.

I provided it for her happily. 

So here’s how we gave her what her daddy never would...

She spoke first, “Daddy, water splashing on the floor cuz the curtain not closed! You sure that’s okay?”

I inhabited the role as best I could. “Of course I’m sure, gum-drop. Just let Daddy watch you for a moment...”

She looked at me sexy, pursed her lips, smiling eyes - not quite able to hop straight into the girl she remembered yet - and mouthed silently, ‘Oh my gawd... you are Good!’ And then shot me a look of intensely appreciative desire. 

Always the mother. Constantly putting the confidence into me.

But I was determined to get this right. I looked at her sternly, with a smile that same side of my face. She mouthed back, ‘Okay, okay... I’ll play.’ And got back to hopping.

“Wheeeeeeeeeee... I’m making a MESS!”

I laughed. “That’s okay, sugar-plum. Dance for me!”

She giggled. And then, “Won’t Mommy get mad?”

I held my position, “Don’t you worry about Mommy, baby-doll, I’ll take care of her later. Let’s just focus on you right now.”

“Okay!” she said, “I LIKE attention!”

“I know you do, baby... And I like to watch.” I said that casually sexy, remembering she digs that also. And it worked. (Didn’t sound like a dude in a raincoat.)

Her hands went right to her breasts and her thighs clenched together. It really was interesting to watch... the both of them, my mom and the girl she used to be. I could see her mind working while her sculpted and bronzed magnificence manicured itself in aqua. 

I continued, “Soap up pretty for me, okay? That’s my little cherub.”

Both her hands went down between her legs and held her there, not rubbing yet. The cascade of water running off the profile of her face was nothing but Adult erotic. Her thoughts must have been spinning...

“Daddy... I’m really messy down here, it was HAWT last night!”

“It sure was, baby,” I agreed, “might need to focus a bit more washing there then, huh?”

“Yeah...” she said, somewhat quietly... “You don’t mind?”

I was quick to knock that off the screen, “Of course not, buttercup. Do what you need to.”

So she started to. But she couldn’t hardly take it. Her limbs immediately shook and her lips popped open, though disregarding oxygen - I almost leapt to her, she was about to pass out but recovered just in time. Then looked at me, again voicelessly mouthing me words, ‘Ohmygod, I can’t.’ She pointed between her legs and then waived her hand, ‘Can’t touch it yet. I’ll pass out.’

I sniffed out a laugh, and set my ass back to the counter. I guess that means I’m doing well then, I thought. She saw me laughing and her face blushed pink and sweetly. Then she got back at me. “Daddy... why are you so... why’s it sticking out like that?”

My cock was now jabbing around above waist level from the movement I’d made. I played ignorant, “What’s that, baby?”

“Your... Mommy Toy. Why’s it so much bigger than usual? An’ awl... stiff like that?”

“Oh, this? Well you caused that, pookie.” I don’t know where I came up with all these names all of a sudden, but I was definitely having fun with it.

“I did? How?” she was playing innocence supreme.

“Just by looking at you. Daddy likes what he sees. Makes things happen.” I said, very matter-of-factly.

She continued to soap herself, half pretending to give a damn about taking a shower and half eyeing my cock, tentatively, probably very much as she had his when she was younger. 

“But why would it... do that? What for?” likely asking the same questions she would if it did.

“Which?” I played dumb one more time.

“Your... that thing. Why does it...”

I thought I might bump up the vocab a bit. “Just call it Daddy’s Big Cock, pookie. Then there’s less confusion. Or Mommy Toy. Whichever you prefer. It responds well to both.”

She liked that. “Daddy’s... Daddy’s Big Cock?” She rolled her eyes, more entertained than annoyed - and gave herself a couple quick scratches just above her pussy.

“That’s right, buttercup. That’s how you say it. You like how that sounds?” I was putting it into her now. Voice very assured.

“... Yes.” She bit her lower lip the way they do no matter what age they are, if they’re smart. 

“I thought you might. Now what did you want to know about it?”

She was a bit more deliberately inquisitive now, “Why does it... change like that?”

“How do you mean?”

“Get bigger and... point out like that.”

“Actually, baby - it points UP by the time it’s ready. There’s still bigger yet to go. And... well, it gets like that so Daddy can fuck it into Mommy’s greedy pussy.”

That made her squeeze one of her boobs tight, and think to test between her legs again. 

“Greedy?” she asked. Passing right over the word ‘pussy’.

“Yes, honey. Mommy has a very greedy pussy and likes for Daddy to fuck her with the Mommy Toy often. She doesn’t like to share much.” I’d guessed she had a bit of envy for her own mother. Easy to guess. 

“But isn’t sharing nice?” she asked, charmingly.

“Yes, cuddle-bear... I’m trying to teach her that now.”

By then Mom was massaging one of her tits rather lovingly while her other hand continually appreciated the delicious curve of her shiny, slippery ass... and the space in between her buns. She pulled the fingers on her breast close to the nipple just before asking...

“What’s ‘fuck’?” And pinched herself sharply, somehow managing not to moan at all from it, though her lips did part with a shock... as if she’d stored that away for the moment.

I was very direct. “You see that pretty liwl spot between your legs? Your pussy?”

She looked down at it and opened her thighs a bit.

“Mine? Like Mommy’s?”

“Right... That’s your little frisky cock-consumer. Daddy slams his big cock up in there and makes Mommy very happy. That’s called fucking.”

By then Mom had apparently fought off the early intimidation of the nerve-endings in her tender cootchie (maybe that’s what the pinch was for. She knows her body well), and ventured a hand back down there. 

“Fucking?”

“Yes, pookie. Fucking.” I got the feeling she liked the ‘pookie’ thing and thought I might go to that a little more often.

“All of that goes in HERE?!”

At which point she squat a bit, spread her thighs at me and began to investigate herself. In a manner that’s interested in being seen doing it as much as the actual doing. That got a reaction out of me. I began to lift again...

“It sure does... maybe I’ll show you one day.”

She looked up and noticed my increased size and tension. It started to jerk a little. 

“WOW, Daddy! Look what happened! Does that mean it wants to fuck Mommy now?”

I thought this might be the right time to get us closer together. 

“Not necessarily, buttercup. I think it might be responding only to you.”

“ME?!” she instantly voiced, surprised. Was way into the role by then.

“Sure, Pookie... I think it likes you.”

“Jeepers,” she continued, “Is it... friendly?”

I thought that was cute. 

“It can be... it depends on how you treat it. Want to touch?” 

I noticed the vein on her neck standing out and beginning to pulse, but her hands remained calm on her body. Particularly the one on the pussy.

“Wouldn’t... Mommy mind?” she asked, cautiously.

So I threw that out the window as well, “I don’t think I give a damn, sweetheart.”

Her shoulders suddenly dropped and her head rolled off the back of her neck, mouth opening ignorant to the water from above, her pussy-hand immediately pressed between her lips... and she sighed out something that might have been held up in her for 20yrs or more. 

I then thought, maybe it’s not time to touch it just yet. We had just a few more demons to purge.

“Why don’t you show Daddy your pretty ass, blossom. All my friends and co-workers are complaining about it. I’d like to see what the problem is.”

She woke from her momentary slumber.

“My ass? My butt? What’s wrong with it, Daddy?”

“I don’t know, baby. Let’s try and figure that out. Be a good girl and turn around for Daddy now.” I knew what I was doing.  

“Okay... like this?” Holy shit, that never gets old. She gave herself a twist to present her ample booty to me, as if it were a separate piece of her for both of us to discover. 

“Ah yes... I see the problem now.” I played medically. 

“You do? What’s wrong with me, Daddy?” she played the role that she’d fully become somewhere during the last 5 minutes or so. She was in it now. 

I responded like Sherlock, “On the contrary, baby-cakes. I’ve never seen anything more perfect. That’s the problem.”

By then she was soaping her ass up and spreading her cheeks for me to look inside, her head still perched over her shoulder to observe herself. I was getting impatient about it, holding myself as steady as I could to complete all this for her... but the flow began to drip from me.

“I don’t understand,” she baffled.

“Well you see, baby... In fact... you see that shiny fluid dripping out of Daddy’s big cock now?”

Absentmindedly, I really don’t think she even knew she was doing it, her middle finger began to work its way into her little dime-hole. But she was somewhere else, a voyeur in a window to all of this. 

“Sort of,” she managed. 

I stepped up. “Here, I’ll let you have a better look. But don’t turn around.”

I’d become comfortable enough by then to work my forearms like a crab at least, so I jabbed at my stiff dick to splat a copious amount of clear-cum onto the cheek of her exposed beauty. 

She took a sharp intake of breath and then, “Hewwwwwwwwwwww...” she breathed out in awe of it.

“That’s an example of how excited you’ve made me. And apparently, you’ve been doing that to my friends as well. Have you been being a naughty girl on purpose?” I asked her free of punishment.

That middle finger was damn near inside her now, while she casually continued to rudder it in there – never taking her eyes off the dew I’d just splashed on her, crawling down her fleshy behind.




ThRobbie Ch. 05



“No! What do you mean...?”

“Have you been showing your ass to my friends when they come over? Taking showers with them?” I wasn’t stern. It wasn’t a lesson. Simply a question.

“No, Daddy! Never... well, except when I sprinkle off outside from the pool. Or those times we went to the beach.”

She’d stopped her pursuit of her ass cavity and decided a full hand rub up and down between her cheeks might be best for awhile. I continued...

“Uh huh, like when you wear that little bikini? The blue one with the white polka dots?” 

“Sometimes. Mostly... anything I wear. It always gets all bunched up in my butt when I get out and... I guess... I notice... people looking at me.”

I wanted some of that ass now, boy...

“Uh huh... do they ever do this?”

I stepped up closer, reached my right hand in past the curtain-line, and tapped her ass to the left - allowing me both cheeks at even presentation. And then I began to exterior fuck that fantastic ass of hers, up and down her ample ass-line. Quite worthy of a fuck just like that, with nothing else necessary.  

Following a moment of shock she continued, “No! I’ve never SEEN that before... besides FEEL it, oh my gosh, Daddy!”

I loved the feeling of fucking her cheeks this way. Again, this was progress. I was in control of it.

“You’ve never noticed their shorts bunch up in the front, like something was in there?” Gawd it felt good.

“Well now that I think about it... yeah, lots of times... I guess.”

Her movements began to agree with me. Wiggling around slightly, tossing my shaft off the sides now and then before swirling her hips to catch me back in the middle. I could not use my hands to direct her hips, she had to feel it for me. But I was in control of the strokes. I was her impaler.  

“And were you aware how bad they wanted to push their shorts down and do what I’m doing?” I teased her.

She sighed, her hands wandering around back there, fanning out around her hips... waiting for allowance.

“I don’t know...” she whimpered quietly.

“You don’t know?”

“Well... I guess I sort of thought about it sometimes. Things they might want to do to my butt, cuz of all the looking and stuff.”

Now we were getting somewhere...

“I see. Well now that Daddy’s doing that... do you like it?”

Her hands were both back tight at her lower back now, right at the dimple marks above her backside, making little fists and releasing... fist and release... fist and release... When will he tell me touch it?

“Is it okay if I say yes?”

“That would be a good answer, muffin-butt.” I was perving on her hard at this point.

“Okay then... YES!”

She didn’t wait for me to tell her - her fists opened up once more and curled over top of my 10” muscle, trapping me between her hands and the cavern of her ass. We fucked each other then, like a properly secured titty-fuck between much more ample globes. Her hips knew just what to do and so did I. Occasionally she would curl a hand tighter and squeeeeeze me just below the head. Pump out some easy-fuck-gloss on herself – and take full advantage. (Kids... do try this at home.) 

“You wanted to do that all along... didn’t you, baby-doll?”

A momentary pause, and then... “Yes.”

“Well now you won’t have to worry anymore, buttercup. You can have it whenever you want...”

She began to moan in earnest. More aggressively whipping my cock around across the back of her ass. She wanted some impact.

“Daddy... is there such thing as like it too much?”

Aha... Should have seen that one coming. Another red bullet, to take off her wall.

“Well no, pookie, there isn’t. There’s no such thing as too much.”

“Then is it okay if I... touch my pussy like Mommy?”

Her right hand had begun to shake like a caffeine come-down. I knew where it wanted to go and I wanted it to wait just a moment longer...

“You’ve seen Mommy touch her pussy?” I asked kindly.

“Some... sometimes... But I meant that I have one, like Mommy... Like you said... A little... cock-hugger.” I hadn’t said ‘cock-hugger’ (I’d said ‘consumer’) but I may have liked hers better.

I suddenly realized I have a very fine opportunity here...

“Oh yeah... this?”

You ready? I’ve got thumbs, right? Why not use ‘em? Can’t get pregnant from that! And did you notice Mom forgot to put bags on my hands cuz she was so excited this morning? Yuuuup. Bingo!

I wasn’t no expert so I pretty much just fumbled my hand between her legs briefly until her fleshy lips stopped confusing me and I jabbed my thumb in there at the first accurate opportunity.

As soon as I began it she started, “Oh god, is that, oh shit, oh no, can we, not there... ohhhhhhhhh YES!!! THERE! Oh GOD! Thumb fuck me, FUCK ME!”

I have to be honest, I was fumbling around like an idiot. I mean, let me have my first attempt at it when I’m not cripple, trying to be her Daddy, my cock is in the way, and I haven’t hardly looked at it closely without her thighs bashing my ears in. She tried to help out and put a hand between her legs to condition me, educate me, stabilize me, whatever. She was in a frenzy trying everything she could, desperate for her satisfaction and mine. That hurt like hell cause my other 4 fingers were still all bandaged up for good reason, and I still had to be concerned about my mom falling backwards out the side of the tub and breaking both our necks on the toilet behind me.  

So I had a better idea. Maybe it was my sliding ego but - I decided I’d slam my dick in there instead. THAT’S a hell of a lot more stable and sturdy!

I slid my other hand down from behind her, pulled my hips back a foot or more, took my thumb out, got lucky - targeted the head of my cock right at her cunt - and was just about to push forward when...

“Robbie, DON’T DO THAT! NO!!”

She slapped it away. And spun around on me.

“You can’t do that, Robbie. No. Robbie, that is... definite no, no. Don’t fuck around like that, I won’t be able to stop. Don’t do that again.”

I backed off and held my hands up. “I got it, I got it. I’m sorry.” Damnitt, bad boy. Musta really thought I was her Dad for a moment or something.

“I’m sorry, honey it’s just... don’t do that, okay? It’s hard enough for me not to put it there. Please don’t do that again.”

She was doing her damndest not to scold me while her chest lit up red and her breathing looked seriously problematic. 

“It’s a good thing you were playing my father... otherwise... I might not have been shocked like that... Can we get back to that? I’m sorry... I was really enjoying that. It’s very... therapeutic... If you want to... You don’t have to be him... It’s fun though. You were right.” 

It was as if she were talking herself down as much as to me. I knew I needed to rip that page right from the book like it never happened and get us back on point. And god bless me, I got smart...

“Did you turn around cuz you need a better look at Daddy’s Big Cock, pookie?”

Her mouth expelled an ENORMOUS sigh of relief (visual as well as audible) and she let her eyes close for a moment... then pushed me back a bit, stepped out of the shower – and pulled herself back into the scene with a thumbs up. Once again mouthing silently, ‘Thank you’. 

“Yeah... can I?” she said audibly.

I winked, gave her a silent, ‘Sorry’, pointed both hands down at my cock and said, “I think you should.”

“I can touch it?” she asked again. Working back into character.

“Why don’t you lean forward and ask it. Don’t be scared...”

She held her hands in a ball between her chest at looked at it for a moment, before leaning in slowly...

I jerked my kegel-muscle again and bounced it upwards a few times. She jumped back.

“Scary!” she said. 

“It’s not so scary, pookie. You can tame it. It’s just not so sure of you yet. You have to be nice to it... make it comfortable with you.”

Her hands were still in a ball at her chest. 

“You forgot to ask it, gum-drop. Go ahead now...”

“Oh... May I touch you, please?”

I gave her the nod. “Go ahead, try again now.”

Quietly she let one hand out to reach down for it, just as slowly as she had leaned forward but this time standing straight. Once her hand got within 6 inches or so, I torqued it up again at her with just the muscles around it.  

She anticipated that and snatched it like a catcher on a baseball.

“There you go, see?! Good girl! You got it!” I continued to flex and lurch in her hand a bit just to play up her accomplishment and some continual intimidation. She held on, securely.

“Wow... it’s like a wild horse or something,” she giggled, likely a bit of Mother in with that giggle. 

“Yeah, but girls can ride horses, right pookie? You’ve ridden horses before. You’ll be okay...”

She began to squeeze it and course her hand around it slowly. I relaxed the resistance.

“See, Serrah? It likes you!” (This just in: My mother’s name is Serrah. And that’s how you spell it.)

I don’t know why but apparently I timed the use of her given name perfectly. Some sort of identifier that she is present in this situation - both now and then – and deserves a right to it. That’s a guess, something like that. And I only bring that up cuz she did look up at me then with true love and appreciation in her eyes. Then back to the matter at hand.

“Stroke it sum,” I told her. 

So she did. It didn’t take long to conjure up a short blast of pre-cum on her wrist, she was holding it very tight and stroking the core within much more so than the exterior skin.

“Taste that,” I told her.

She looked at it. “Yeah? I should?”

“Yes, blossom. I insist.”

And that wasn’t done at all like a daughter. Unless your daughter is a well-practiced little hussy who loves for men to watch her tongue their inner confirmation. She advantaged that plenty and mewed her appreciation of it – more than a little seductive eye contact. 

“You like it, baby-doll?”

She took her time in nodding out a yes... several, extended, slow, uh-huh’s. And then...

“Does Mommy ever kiss it?”

“She does. She likes to kiss it first. And then suck it real nice. There are many options. Variations.”

Her eyes were focused. 

“I sort of feel like kissing it... Would that be okay?”

And without finishing asking, she stepped forward, the hand that hadn’t touched it yet reaching forward.

Her hand somehow felt more dainty than ever, in an upside down grip as she stepped her breasts into my chest and looked up at me, the woman that she is in the mind of the little girl she was... I wanted to kiss her on the lips. But I didn’t.

“Sit down on your knees, pumpkin... set your little bottom on your ankles. Okay?”

She looked up at me, an aura of innocence enveloped in the body of a bronze-fleshed helix. And asked me, “Is that how Mommy likes it?”

“It’s how I like it, baby-doll. Go ahead now.” Wasn’t even going to indicate there was anyone other than her to please me. 

Slowly she sank to her knees, consciously dragging her nipples down my chest... her cheek ran by my shaft as careful as a butterfly kiss... until her chin was level with my hanging balls, my full erection in her hand at the base, and a face full of wanting - looking up at me from below. 

“You may kiss it when you’d like to, Serrah. It trusts you now...”

She smiled. 

I literally watched her lean slightly forward to kiss her father’s cock. It was written all over her face. She was back then, and that’s what she saw. The kiss was tender and small. Like a girl learning how but knowing how much to already. She breathed in as she likes, but this wasn’t a sniff - it was a full body intake, as if my cock smelled like far away vanilla candles. Her nose ran along the side before she slowly pulled her head away and really, her movements were like a calm wind within the hair of unicorn. I suppose that made sense. Given what was before her.

I was too busy thinking of all this so she took the lead.

“Can I... rub it on my face, Daddy?”

I remembered. “You may rub it wherever you’d like. It’s yours now.”

And that she did. Calmly molding her cheeks around it, trying her neck as a funnel, her forehead wanted to know what my balls felt like with the weight of it above her, kissing at me whenever possible. Soon her tits came into play, of course. She tossed her nipples to and fro with the cap of my cock, paying close attention to how they reacted to it, titty-fucked me some, slapped her boobs aside roughly with it. Until soon my balls where in her mouth.

“Daddy likes that, sugar-plum...”

She moaned, and her tongue slipped out of her mouth - darting around on me. Nowww the sniffing occurred much more liberally. Her hand remembered to stroke me, and now did so in a very advanced, circular-motion – her wrists expertly aware of where to go and what to do. Soon a dollup of my warning dropped down upon the bridge of her nose...

“There’s more stuff coming out...” Her voice cracked getting back into character.

“Often,” I said.

“Can I...  Daddy can I have some more of that? If I just, maybe... sucked on it like a popsicle... would that make you happy?” She was very calm now... uncertain, but not at all playing clueless. She was motivated, more like. 

“I think I’d like that, princess. Why don’t you go ahead.”

Much like her wrist, her mouth went on me nothing at all like a first-timer. She wanted to suck it proper. Maybe that meant, ‘Watch this Daddy. Here’s what you missed out on.’ Within half a minute she was working half my cock in and out of her mouth... expertly.

I thought I might comment to that effect. “You’re very good at this, sunshine.”

She moaned something that sounded like... I dunno, confirmed appreciation that was desperate for more deliberate effort before it even had a chance at a moment of satisfaction. The kind of sound that any cock inside of that mouth will immediately increase it’s severity and urgency for. [Author’s note: check out pornstar Tori Black for a prime example of THAT!]

I could feel her suck a dabble or two of pre-cum straight out of my tube. She took a moment to pull off and mention that, “YUM!” Her eyes were squinting now and she felt the need to wing my shaft back and forth across her honey lips, slap her face with me several times. While mewing and sloppily dripping on me.

“You know what that’s called, sunshine? Don’t answer... just keep doing what you’re doing...” She spit on my balls and went under there to play pool with her tongue, while forking away at my shaft with her hand. I continued, “That’s a gewd gurl... That’s called sucking Daddy’s cock, baby.”

That got approval. “Sucking on Daddy’s BIG Cock, right!?” And back down she went, now working on her throat.

“That’s right, baby. Good girl for remembering.”

Folks, she then went down an inch or two short of my base and held it there, with dogged determination to get the rest down. I didn’t press upon anything but she did manage a near complete disappearing act before releasing herself. Jesus!

Oxygen became a priority and she huffed and puffed for a moment, suck-juice liberally falling from her rosebud lips and my raging, electrified shaft.

“Think Mommy... will share and let me... do this sometimes?” she huffed out, like a track runner following a heat. Keep in mind, she’s in great shape. She had plenty left in the tank.

“Oh I don’t think she’ll have a choice in the matter, baby-doll. You’re very gifted at this and Daddy’s gonna want this more often.”

“I am?” she asked, hardly needing an answer. Popping my cap off from the inside of her cheek to the outside.

“You are! Now suck Daddy’s cock back into your horny little throat, princess. Need to fuck that little throat of yours. You do a good job and I’ll have a big surprise for you.” She was making me horny as hell!

“Surprises?” she asked some more. Now slapping my dick at her cheeks once again.... she just loves the impact. There was absolutely nothing about her voice that was baby-doll now, by the way. Nothing but an eager for pleasure little cock-addict who wants some firm demonstration.

“That’s right,” I said, not all that considerate sounding either. I wanted to fuck her face raw at this point. She was encouraging the hell out of that, mightily. 

Suddenly she backed off to the side, against the wall beneath the window (between the toilet and the bathtub). Squat herself there, back flat to the wall, thighs winged out like a frog, her cunt wide open and dripping – shower water, lust, a mixture of both - her tits raised up high, likely due to the oxygen she was desperate to find within the steamy air (we never shut off the shower). Her nipples were something similar to erect like my cock. And she barked out, while flicking 2 come-hither fingers at me...

“Come fuck my face. Make me suck it. MAKE me!!” She had her devil horns out now. Adolescent Serrah was long gone now, daddy. That chapter was about to be over and purged. She just wanted the knife stuck in it.

I wasn’t about to disappoint. Hell, I didn’t know any better. I knew nothing about oral sex, only from her. And all she taught me was FEED it. Just feed it in there with absolute certainty.

I stepped up to her face and crabbed-armed my shaft down at her open mouth. She offered no assistance - other than the confirmation in her eyes. And this...

“Fuck Me!” she demanded once more. “I never wanna say his name in this context again.”

I knew what THAT meant. And was pleased to hear it!

Her gullet opened up to me and I slid inside without resistance. The sensation was beyond my ability to comprehend. Her eyes split glass again and she used her nose to breathe. I rest my elbows at the window ledge before me and fed my mother the tube-steak, slowly working it in and out. After a moment she wiggled her neck like a gobbler, just having it in there apparently wasn’t enough. The fit felt like I was born to be included in her. Again, how can a pussy ever be better than this, I thought. Then she pushed me back out of her.

“Faster!” she coughed out. Spit out some throat-sex, took a deep breath, clasped me by the butt cheeks – and sucked me back inside.

So I did what she asked, and fucked her face in the way I’d seen from the most unapologetic online porn. I was pretty vigorous and as certain as I could be given the learning required. But the action of thrusting did not take long to understand. Soon I felt my balls begin to churn and knock at the base of my shaft. She choked a bit and I stopped. That pissed her off and she pushed me away again. Same intake of oxygen as before, then encouraged me, “Don’t stop, Robbie. Don’t stop.... I can take it. I like it like that. Cock-kill me, baby. Go!”

Her hands demanded the same response and I increased my efforts. There’s no lazy here, boy. You want it? You got it, Mom. 

I noticed her hands take to her nipples and pinch tight on them while I effectively fucked her throat with no concern for safety. And by god she took it, just like she said she could. Woman likes an oversized cock to urgently fuck into her mouth and well past it. Born to do it. Affording all the credibility in the world to her story from the night before. She’s been living in my house for 18yrs and I had no idea that the solution to Robbie’s Throb was one door down the hallway. How many erections had I wasted in the toilet right beside me, or the bathtub on my right, when she was available all along instead? True appreciation and affordability for everything I had tortured between my thighs – now down on her knees before me with my entire being fucking in and out of the voice that showed me every education and concern that was ever worth a damn to me. We could have had this all along. I thought of every girl I’d ever seen and wanted. Every time I’d had that uncontrollable reaction and shot off in my pants, the laughing that ensued. And every face I saw in my mind - as I fucked my mother’s own, diligently - disappeared forever from my memory as I flipped through them all like a Rolodex. Gone forever. It was only her now. Wanting it from me.




ThRobbie Ch. 05



My balls knocked hard at the base of me, demanding release. Permission would no longer be waited upon. And she felt it.

I knew she needed a moment to breath but her hands held my ass tight to tell me, ‘No, no! I don’t want to breathe. Continue!’ I listened to those unuttered words and increased my pace. She gurgled at the thrill of my soon to be gift and shot a hand down between her legs, rubbing her cunt fast and furious - causing her ass to immediately dance off the wall and play havoc below us. Her cum was occurring, if only to ensure my own. And I would not let her down...

“Mom... oh god... it’s happening... we’re going to cum... together...”

She shrieked and that blew out the last of her lungs. It didn’t matter, I was two seconds away, the certainty had already occurred, just the wheels spinning now to ignite the explosion to blow it all out of there. 

My cock popped out of her throat obscenely - went bouncing and arcing and stabbing away at the spider webs of lust in the air. She had already begun to cum and was grinding herself through it, her face thrown about, searching for air among her matted hair. One hand continued to rub carnally away at her burning cunt, while the other flailed around to find me – despite the fact her body was quaking the most serious orgasm I’d seen from her yet, and she was nothing close to stable in her now something-other-than-a-squat position. She found it and jacked away at me furiously...

“Cum in my face! Cum in my Face! I want it all over my FACE!!”

Before she could hit the final word it had happened. 

Her eyes couldn’t find an opening but as soon at it hit her dead on her speaking lips, her shoulders went forward in supplication, like wings. Her fucked-red mouth opened wide and her tongue laid out below like a carpet at the worlds finest hotel. Her face exploded into a blur of beauty as I pumped and pumped and pumped my pleasure upon her. 

She didn’t care much about where it might go but anything that shot into or otherwise found its way into her mouth was immediately swallowed and made able for more. Her upper lip was especially not allowed to remain unclean, and the spiral of her tongue to claim what’s there might be the sexiest thing I’d ever seen to that point. Several shots it took for her orgasm to subside enough that she could toss her hair away and look up at me. I hadn’t known the importance of that until it occurred (she was upside down and under the sheets the day before, eh). That image will not be forgotten...

The bright scarlet color of my cock-cap, expanding and contracting load upon load of my love and admiration upon her. Her face the most accepting thing I’d ever seen, more feminine than a rose garden – and more colorful as well. And her eyes... the gray had gone away and they were only colored aqua, shiny like the birth of a morning lake.

I had heard that ‘taking it in the face’ was a lesson in degradation. But how could that be true when I was witnessing it myself? I found it to be anything but - for either her or I. That’s not what her face was telling me. And it certainly was not the way I looked at her. 

She smiled suddenly... must have known what I was thinking. Saw it in my face as well. 

And then my cock became a bath-sponge... she rubbed my remains around her face, dripping off her chin and those thick and moist ruby lips. I thought the vision of me trailing down her neck looked elegant. Much of me had splashed down on her tits in a reckless arrangement and she soon raised up to lather them as well... with one hand and my slowly softening cock. The look of that was well beyond erotic. Shinning up her glowing tits and liquefying my cum upon the nipples I used to feed from (and not just that but THOSE impossibly sculpted ones). Soon she was mostly clear there and she recognized the need to feed herself with whatever she could that was left. Making a point of looking at me for every moment available... tonguing my sweet nectar through her lips like the finest sugar on earth.

Until her face was mostly clean of me. 

Then she raised up slowly, the queen of her kingdom, and sought to kiss my lips. Some of me remained but I didn’t fucking care. How could I? We kissed in a way we never had. (She later thought to try the shared-semen kink on me by being a bit more intentional about it, test me out. That happened once, unsuccessfully - and never again. Just not for me, thanks. I don’t need to taste my own. Shouldn’t be required. I love that she loves the taste of herself though.)

Finally our tongues broke and we stepped back a bit to look at each other. She smiled without concern and I could also see a freedom there. I’d done something good for her. Paid back my debt just a little, it seemed. But the awe I felt was thick like a fog and I felt the desire to cut right through it... 

“Mom...” I said plainly, “I forgot to ask. Were you interested in maybe sucking my cock this morning?”

She slapped at my chest comically. And all was now well in the house of Serrah. Daddy was laid to rest. 



We’ll see ya next time for the ‘big’ event!








ThRobbie Ch. 06A



 [The following is a complete rewrite on the initial submission of this chapter (now split into parts A/B). It took a while -- but Throb n' Mom are gonna take another crack at it. The parameters of the occurrence are identical, while the approach is substantially altered. I think in a more beneficially progressive manner that stays true to the general appeal of the prior chapters. If you've read the prior version, have another go and I think you might feel renewed. And if you haven't? I recommend you show some discipline and read the chapters leading us to this... lest you cheat yourself of a more visceral experience. All characters are 18+, consenting, and fictional. Enjoy!] 

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Following my miraculous conversion from sexually studious son to role-playing my mother's father that morning (and stuffing Mom's face with my meal, followed by a new understanding of 'facial' appreciation), we're downstairs and she's in a daze. So was I. She fed me the usual and looked at me a lot. It was a different look. Almost like, I wasn't just her son anymore. I felt a lot of growth the last few days (no pun intended) and maybe that's what she was seeing also. She was just about to head upstairs to change when she felt the need to approach me.

"You were amazing, Robbie. How did you get into character like that? So authoritative."

I really had no idea.

"I have no idea," I said, "I guess I just wanted to badly enough."

She thought about that for a moment, studying me. Her eyes glanced back and forth on mine like she hadn't fully recognized them before...

"I need to head out for some things, errands. I'm gonna be gone for a while. Too long to leave you alone with no hands. I'll gonna call Jackie and..."

I interrupted. I hate fucking feeling unable, "Mom, I'm fine, you can..."

"Shush," she shot me down. "I know what you'll say and that's fine. But I'm your mother, it's my house, and I need to know you've got someone here in case anything happens while I'm out. Jackie's cool, you love her -- I know you do. She's off today and she'll do what I tell her. I won't say the word babysitt..."

"You just did," I interrupted.

"Fine, some hot chick in her 30's is going to babysit my burn victim today. Try to keep that thing in your pants. In fact... the PJ's won't cut it and neither will the sweats, definitely not any shorts. Mind if I put you in pants?"

She was right. Jackie's fuckin' sexy... 

She's the quintessential businesswoman in appearance. You know, the kind you see in a downtown metropolis. Above the knee skirt, pumped up calves -- allowed to walk into a board meeting like that. I wanna say like in a David E. Kelly TV show but that's not accurate, she looks a lot more reserved than that (guess what, she isn't. She's a fuckin' tramp compared to those bitches. More on that later.) She's a dirty blonde (no pun intended but that's true as well), business basic straight hair - past the shoulders. Real pleasant smile. No really, like a truly sweet smile. Brown eyes, nice ears, little earrings there always... she looks like the girl everyone liked in high school, who would never say anything like, "Ram that fat cock up in me and make it burn! I want you to HURT me!" But she will, she'll say that... as it turns out.

I responded to Mom, "That's fine. Put me in pants... It's not like I haven't handled being around her before, though."

She recognized that but, "Yeah, well... you hadn't been getting your cock sucked by a full-grown woman before either. Your newfound confidence might create a problem. And Jackie's a horny bitch, so... we better strap that thing down some."

"Fine" I mumbled... Truth is, I wouldn't mind a visit from Jackie at all. I did recall a certain phone call I'd overheard a few days ago.

+++++++++++++++++

I ended up in Levis, shrink to fit. Pretty beat up, faded blue (I've had 'em for years). I'd worn these enough that the right leg had a bit more give than it should, that's normally where I stacked myself. 

Mom actually felt me out and did some arranging on me like a goddamn tailor. "Is that the best we can do, Robbie?"

I looked at it, "Pretty much. That's why I always wear the loose fitting stuff the last couple years." 

She was trying to figure out how she didn't notice all this before... 

"When's the last time you wore these?"

"Maybe two years ago." I sighed.

"There's a massive bulge shoved in there right now... are you erect at all?"

"Maybe a little. It's your fucking fault."

"Robbie, I just deep-throated you something serious, you're still horny?!"

Yeah! Fuck yeah I am! My memory skills don't suck. "Mom... you're not doing me any favors jostling it around. Get your hands off it."

She backed off. "Why would the loose fitting stuff make any more sense, you'd be bouncing around like you've been all week, right?"

So I told her something embarrassing, "Mom... I normally pull up a tight pair of boxers... and sometimes tape it down to my leg."

"WHAT?!"

"I'm fucking serious. I swear. You don't know what I've been dealing with."

Just then the doorbell rang. Jackie was here.

She looked at me once more. "Robbie? Be good... don't scare my friend."

I could only grin. 

"You're a bad boy," she eyed me, but somehow... I felt like this wasn't quite an accident. "I will be back in a few hours. Don't harm her."

Cheap pleasantries aside, my mom left in what appeared to be all-day errands wear. And I was left with Jackie, little miss sexy fucking business chick. Wrapping up the visual on her, she's about 5'5" maybe, a few inches shorter than my mom. All set up in a real nice package that very much stays true to itself all over - very well balanced. Can't have hips like my mom but she's got a great ass, sits up nice. Perky tits. Both of them are very active (tennis, running, biking... and apparently busy bumping each other's butterflies as well). As I said, Jackie's gonna get looked at on those business district streets but you're not gonna think you could fuck her senseless...

Unless she makes it obvious you can.

She walked in wearing a very conservative long cotton T-shirt, alternating thin black to white stripes across it. Like something your sister might wear around the house cuz it's comfortable and you have a tendency to peek if she wore something more revealing. It was stylized enough that it also worked in public, ran all the way past her hips and ass (tight there, but not much anywhere else), arms long just past the elbow, 5-6 buttons down the chest just for decoration, it wouldn't make any sense to unbutton them really. The neckline was typical t-shirt. Her legs wore what appeared to be black tights, though the material was thin enough to be pantyhose. Kinda looked like tights you'd wear after working out, not during. 

Mostly, there was nothing in what she was wearing that said... 'I'm about to seduce your son'. But she was. 

Mom left and it started immediately. 

"I like your pants..." she said.

I looked down and it's like... was a bad idea for Mom to put me in these. "Yeah, they're kinda worn out."

"I can see that," she said. 

She used to come over and flirt a bit. You know, harmless flirting from your mom's sexy friend. Some of those chicks have husbands and some of them don't (Jackie didn't). Occasionally she might pat me on the ass like a boy toy and I never knew how to respond, which she very much enjoyed. I might run up to my room and spank one out if they were out there sunning by the pool (btw, I've got a real nice view from my bedroom window on that). I also saw her in professional situations and... I'd always been a little intimidated by her casual confidence. And at the same time, massively turned on by it. Ultimately, I felt bad about my natural desires. I always felt like... 'I'm such a fucking pervert to think she's a sexy bitch. What's wrong with me? She's past 30! Get off of her!'

That changed on this day.

"So what do you want to do?" she asked. Collapsing on the couch and folding up a leg underneath her, while I stood. I instantly needed to know what those leggings were about and tried to peek without notice. 

One other thing about Jackie... she's on top of all of it, man. She's very astute and never misses a thing. I had reason to believe she was well aware of me every time I ran upstairs to whack my cock off about her. Something in her eyes would enticingly challenge me about it. And still I couldn't help myself. Did it every chance I could. I almost felt like... she wanted me to. And would be disappointed if I didn't. Her unspoken awareness always somehow hinted at... allowance. To the point of expectation. 

But today she was a lot more direct about things than she had been other times. There was little to any veil of innocence. 

"Looking for something?" she busted me eyeing between her legs. 

I knew no answer, "Huh?"

"They're not pantyhose, they don't stop at my thighs."

And what am I supposed to say to that? "...Was I staring?"

"You certainly were. But I don't mind. Here, I'll make it easier for you..." and she yanked the hem of her shirt up over her hips without much hesitation. "See? No skin, sorry."

But she wasn't quite right about that. The thickness of the fabric, well - wasn't thick at all. I could definitely make out some skin tone underneath and more to the point, the shape of things. Quite clearly.

She studied me for a moment before I was able to pull my eyes away, didn't say anything until she had my eyes on hers... 

It's safe to say she has a similarly effectual sexual grin as my mother; another mischief maker. "I've just come from a workout. Things are a little bit clingy right now. Do you mind if I take a shower?" She pushed up off the couch, leaving things as they were, stepping up close to me. I could smell her. "Would that be okay, Robbie?"

"Uh, yeah... of course. There's towels up there, I think."

"I can't shower down here?" she asked. Stepping in an inch or two closer, looking up into me with a persona well short of submission. The relative proximity of my inquisitive cock to her ultra-thin leggings - left exposed beneath her now half the length it's intended to be cotton shirt - began to make things difficult in my pants. 

Furthermore, I was confused. "Outside?"

Guess she was confused also. "Oh, I'm stupid... I have two showers at my place, downstairs and upstairs. I like showers. Don't you?"

I looked at her dumbly. What the hell is she trying to say? Mom couldn't possibly have told her...

"So I can go up there and take a shower? Is that cool?" She was acting strange about it but looking at me like she's outlining the most obvious situation in the world. I was too virgin to note that yet.

"Uh... yeah. Whatever," I meekly affirmed.

"I'm gonna be naked up there, you know. That's okay with you, right? It's your bathroom."

Again, we're talking Miss Professional here. She's killing me how confident she is... "I'm fine with that," I managed to say with minimal cool.

"Okay, Robbie. I'll be back in thirty minutes or so... I like a long shower, make sure EVERYthing's sparkly clean. If there's trouble let me know. You can interrupt me... I don't mind if you get a cheap thrill." And she smiles at me... Let me go back to that day right now and I would have just planted her on the sofa and started drilling her. It worked out okay in any case.

Before she disappeared up the stairs that long-tee dress (whatever it was) came up off her shoulders completely. All I saw was backside and those black tights stretched across her business-tight ass... hardly dense material, plenty of visible flesh beneath there. Also, before she yanked the rest up over her head, I noticed - there was no bra on her back. Some sort of white thing with mostly tiny holes was on underneath. 

I sat back down on the couch, suddenly aware... 'I'm going to fucking get laid. She wants to fuck me. Holy shit... I'm about to not be a virgin.' 

Mom's friend Jackie was walking up the stairs to take a shower in our hedonistic bath, thinking, 'I'm going to fuck that kid a lesson worth learning'. And while she's working her mind around that I'm downstairs thinking... she might not be prepared. 

+++++++++++++++++

She didn't take a 30min shower - it was a bath, and more like 45min. Had she been waiting for me? 

I could smell her body lotion before she got visible off the stairs and she picked up right where she left off before she stepped into view... "I can't wear that long shirt again, it's hot as hell around here this week. You've seen tits before, right?"

That white tiny-hole thing tuned out to be some sort of honeycomb see-thru shit. Jackie struts out like a whore that I paid for... Her boobs are nicely sized, probably a 34C, somewhere in that range. They're really pretty taught for any woman over 18. She's got little tan nipples that aren't puffy at all like my mom's but still look energetic and full of happiness and purpose. And this thing she had on hardly hid them at all. 

I was on the couch with the TV on and she stepped right in front of it, as if it wasn't there (or no longer worth viewing). She had prolly thought I'd pop cartoon eyeballs, start stuttering, and want to run upstairs for a self-congratulatory handshake. Instead, I'd been down there preparing; recalling how that Buffy thing worked out for me with Mom the day before. Mainly, not to be intimidated. Conscious, complimentary, but not too eager. Gotta make them eager, first! And in fact, do that in a way that's seemingly effortless for you... and less than a guaranteed result for them.

"Sure. That's not bad, Jackie. You sure you got enough air filter there?" I calmly replied. I wasn't expecting her tits on display like that but I knew there'd be progress of some sort. And the last thing she'd said was 'completely naked' so...

She smiled, again a bit like I'd seen on my mother. "No, Robbie... I'm not totally certain."

As she came forward I allowed an obvious stare right through her tights. As far as I could tell she was bald. But it wasn't quite so pronounced as my mother. She plopped down alongside my right thigh and took my hand. At that point I'm certain that Mom set this up; she left and supplied me some pussy to pound. If not hers, then someone else's - ASAP. A logical assumption.

"What's on TV?" she asked.

I turned it off. "Nothing." And looked at her. Direct in the face.

She was a little taken aback by my confidence. Not enough to knock her off balance but, given what she's throwin' at me, you can see how she might expect to have greater control of things by then. (Little did she know the physical effort that might require, eh.)

"You're eighteen now, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"It shows." And she let go my hand, dropping hers to my thigh instead, several inches short of my deliberate bulge. But not for long... "Mmmm, I've always loved the feel of denim. It feels so..." which of course allowed her reason to roam my thigh a bit, "rigid and firm. But still able to fit its way into just about anything, ya know?"

I wasn't sure she laid that one over the plate or had allowed for a minor slip up. So I questioned her. "Into?"

Her fascination with the packaging of my leg stalled her a moment before she casually laughed out, "Oh, ON-to. I meant onto of course. What did you think I meant, silly? Boys have such a dirty mind at that age."

"Boys? I'm eighteen, remember?"

"Oh right. But... that doesn't quite mean you're a man yet." Her wandering hand warmed its way well within an unsafe distance. "Are you?"

"Whaddya mean?" I knew what she meant but hey - maintain the appearance of 'effortless', ya know?

"I mean... you know. Have you been with a girl yet?"

Suddenly I realized I'm not real comfortable answering that question. Ya know?! 

She could tell... "How about a woman?"

And THAT made my discomfort noticeable. Um, how much does she know and how much does she NOT know?! How much would Mom be willing to tell her to get her to fuck me?! 

I stiffened up some and she apparently thought that an opportunity to take a more direct lead. 

"Hey Eighteen, you haven't told me what you think of my little titties. I'm a bit disappointed."

To which I quickly answered honestly, "I don't think they're so little."

And she made me even less relaxed by saying, "Well... in comparison to your mother's." 

Straight out of the movies I swallowed dry air and found myself speechless. Wasn't a problem for her. In fact, I'm sure she loved it. 

"I've been thinking of getting a boob job... you think so?"

And thank god the answer to that was an obvious NO! Cuz my mind got off the situation with my mother and make sure Jackie didn't ruin her perfectly shaped, tasty C-cups! "What?! No way! They're fucking perfect!" Side effect of that was I got to eyeball them directly. And she joined along, with her very own hands -- turning towards me and sitting on her open thigh, appreciatively questioning her boobs in the most tactile manner. 

"Really? Oh thank you for saying that. But they can't be anywhere near as perky as all those high school bitches you've been around." I was surprised she used the word 'bitches'. And noticed she'd snarled a little and tweaked her nipples the moment she had. By the time she let go and put her hand back on my leg, her points had begun to pinch through the half-a-nipple sized mesh holes. And that looked plenty appealing.

I'd seen some teenaged tits through a peephole in the gym we created. I'd say Jackie looked better than maybe 2/3 of them. So I said as much. "Really, I wouldn't mess with perfection. They look really, really nice on you. Perfect for your body."

"Yeah... maybe you're right. I love your mom's big tits but these are real. That can be important, right? Still... you sure they measure up? Here, feel."

And with that she pulled her top up over them completely; offering herself to me as if it were a common thing to do. And I would have loved to advantage that, alas... I held my bandaged arms up for her to take notice.

"Oh... yeah... you're all restricted, huh?" And her eyes went straight to my package, while unabashedly rowing her right hand right up to were the ocean meets the land. And then she went right for it. "Would you be more comfortable if you took your pants off?"

It took me a moment not to be shocked. Regardless of what'd been happening, that was abrupt.

"Your mom says you've got a really big cock."

Enhanced shock factor. "She what?"

"Oh don't worry. We talk like that. Don't be embarrassed. I just thought... I might be making you kind of uncomfortable. Is it?" 

Somehow I felt compelled to answer her questions, while fighting back a panic about how much Mom had revealed to her. "It's a little uncomfortable." I spoke the truth.

"Is it a really big cock?" she persist on a point of greater interest to her.

I couldn't help but be embarrassed. A few days with Mom weren't enough to prepare me for sudden advances from other women. "Jackie! C'mon, I mean..."

"Well don't be embarrassed about it, Robbie. It's certainly nothing you ought to apologies for. Trust me, that's the last thing you'd wanna do with it."

I thought it might be best I go fishing for confirmation... on how much she'd heard. "It's just that... I'm not really used to talking about it like this. But I'm not all that embarrassed. Lately."

"Uh huh." She was ambiguous - a knowing expression that could be calling me out on the Mom thing, or else calling my lack of embarrassment, nonsense. I was trapped like a dear in headlights. She continued, "It does look pretty uncomfortable.... I could help with that you know?"

Her hands got more involved. One toying around her lips. And the other getting pretty persistent about that thing in my pants. I took back a little command while telling her just what she'd most like to hear. 




ThRobbie Ch. 06A



"You're not helping."

As expected, that worked perfectly for her (and me in the end). 

"I'm not? Are you sure? This doesn't help? Is it making things worse? Don't tell your mother, I'll get in LOTS of trouble... and she's pretty merciless when I'm in big trouble."

I wasn't sure what that meant, but more importantly -- she was straight up giving me a shaft massage right through my pants at that point. And while my girth increased, the tension in the pant leg sort of refused to verify my length to her. It really was beginning to hurt.

"Honestly? That's beginning to hurt."

And I was pretty surprised at her response to that. Her face went wicked and real greedy like. 

"Ooooh, don't say the word hurtto me, Robbie. I like it a little too much."

Had I mentioned any sort of pain to my mother, she'd break into a panic. But Jackie, apparently got off on it. I couldn't yet tell if that meant she liked putting others in pain, or herself. In hindsight, it was -- whatever pain she might need to inflict to get you to hurt the hell out of her something severe, that's of max interest to her. At the time that was a little confusing. I didn't like it. Just yet.

"Should I stop?" And she did. Took her hands away even... to use on herself. I liked that even less. 

It was time to ask questions a bit more directly. "Did Mom put you up to this?"

The answer was clear. "What?!"

I thought I best stop there, suddenly. 

"Did your mother ask me to come over and give you a cock massage? No! And you better not tell, I'm quite sure she'd be pissed!"

And my reaction to THAT news put me back in control without any intention. "Why are you doing it then?"

Immediately she recognized a flaw in what she said. Just told this kid that his mother won't like what's happening. Girls might get off on disobeying Daddy, but boys -- not so much into breaking Mommy's heart. So she went deep into reassurance, too turned on to turn back now. "First of all, god knows I love a big dick. Gotta have it. She never should have told me..." She eyed it some more and I could tell she now regret taking her hands away. "Seriously, she ought to know better. Secondly, it really turns me on that you're a... haven't..."

"That I'm a virgin?"

"God yes." And her expression was absolute.

"Why?" my curiosity sincere.

"Because you haven't been... compromised. That's a very complex question."

How could it be complex? It's one fucking word! (But I understood later what she meant. Jackie is not normally in the position I was affording her. She spends her time with guys who know exactly what they want and take it from her without any consideration other than their own desires -- and that's the way she likes it, cuz that allows her to do the same. But I won't get into all that right now. I was a rare opportunity... a very new experience for her.)

"Robbie... I'd really love to see your cock. I'd do just about anything. Maybe whatever you wanted."

I had to admit, that was a very appealing concept. I took a look down at my appendage to appreciate it myself. And it spoke again... 'I gotchu, brother. Let's light this bitch up!' I could hear her breathing next to me and when I looked to her she was just as focused on it as I'd been. Uncertain of whether I'd done so involuntarily, or my cockhead determined to suddenly punch it's way through, confirm what it told me -- the pants gave way and I spread down my leg like a snake. 

Jackie noticed immediately and jolted a bit. Then her eyes grew wide to match my continuing growth. Her mouth opened.... "Oh my god." My ego grew right along with all the rest and I heard myself consider, Mother would love to share me with her friend. She'd love for me to fuck her. Hell, she'd probably love to push me in herself. She's all about that kind of commitment. Committed to supporting the use of my gifted cock... Watch me pound a thousand grateful pussies. Fill up the empty and cum upon many en mass. Why not have her friend Jackie be the first?

Somewhere during those compelling thoughts, Jackie had begun pinching her nipples, painfully. Twisting them. And I don't know that she was aware of it. Her brow was furrowed in tight, as if she were witnessing a surgically harmful procedure. The confinement, and growth of my rare gift -- had assured what she came for. She wanted a piece of that pain. 

Finally, our eyes met and she recognized her willful appearance. Even appeared to maybe question if she were worthy of what I had in my pants.

"Robbie... I did some work on myself, upstairs in your bath. I shaved myself a new shape. Can I show you?" She stood up in front of me and rubbed herself there, carefully. "I'll show you first and then you show me. Is that a deal?"

The shape of things as well as my sudden ego afforded me the pole position, so I maintained it. "That might be okay."

But before I answered she'd pushed down at the pantyhose, or whatever they were -- just below the gap beneath her pussy. Not short of the pussy, not partway down the pussy, all the way past it. As if a more hurried approach would hasten my own exposure. 

It took me a while to bother looking at the shave job, but she knew that and waited patiently. Her pussy is kinda puffy but not quite like my mom's. Her inner lips are a lot more visible without needing her fingers to show them - but they don't blast out much past her outer lips either. It's all very compact like her body but not nearly as docile, or fleshy/tender as Mom's little set-up is. Her color was much more pink than my mom, perhaps almost red. And I have to tell ya, it pretty much all spelled 'Fuck Me' right on it...

"I don't think you're really looking at my shave job, are you?" Of course not. But she didn't say it like she minded. More liked prefer to know her unlocked gates had my full attention.

So I went with that. "Yeah... I'm checkin' out yer pussy first." Wow, I said that like a veteran stud! "It's nice." And that too! Incredible calm in spite of the affirmation eager to announce itself from my pants.

"Hmm... you're really not all that shy anymore, are you?" She let her fingers play around a bit down there, very slight, hardly at all; as if she were kinda checking it out herself, and not someone else. "When did that happen?"

"Huh?"

"Your personal growth. When did that happen so suddenly?"

Uh ohz. But I had a good excuse, and not a lie. I waved at my strain, "I guess this helped." (My cock chirped in, 'You got that right, brother!' I let it flex a bit for good measure, expecting that might still appear calm and collected.)

Her eyebrows agreed. "I bet. But you said you're still..."

"I am."

She studied my eyes for a moment. And then, "Have you ever seen a pussy?"

I had to be careful here. "What do you think?"

"I'd have to say yes... cuz you're not all that nervous right now."

Choice! "Do you wish that I were?"

She was quick to clarify. "No. I like that you're not." Her wandering fingers got a little more intentional. "Some men find me intimidating... and I'd much rather be intimidated."

Very important piece of information there. Confirming I'm certainly handling things correctly. And more importantly, that info proved priceless when things got really serious.

I just nodded at her slowly. Watching her fingers tell me about how she likes to be handled. It seemed like a while, and probably wasn't, before she suddenly pinched her hood between her thumb and forefinger -- and I wouldn't think pleasurably. Then she spoke up again.

"So what do you think?"

I raised my eyebrows and gave her the truth some more, "It's nice. Really. Very, very nice."

But that wasn't enough for her. Not nearly. 

"How do I compare... to others that you've seen."

Again I was honest... "Favorably."

 'Come sit down on me and I'll make my feelings VERY fuckin clear, little missy' 

Then she began to play with her haircut. 

"You haven't mentioned the work I did upstairs. Is it different from what you're used to?"

Okay, I was getting kinda frustrated about not knowing what she knew. I got a little agitated before I answered and she saw that.

"I'm gonna shave it off. Completely." And then she took the prize away.

 'FUCK! Come back!' 

"Wait, I didn't say..." I hadn't really bothered to notice but for the most part she was already shaved clean anyway. Some bullshit mowed down Hitler thing was up top, as if that made much difference, I thought (I'll be honest with you though, it does).

"I'm gonna shave it bare like a baby... like a little teenaged tart. Would that be new for you? You got it, buster!" She didn't really sound offended. More like inspired by a challenge. But here's the thing about the way she went off to do that. Two things, really. She grabbed her bag from near the couch and sauntered off into the downstairs bathroom. Apparently she had the gear to shave herself with and likely planned it all along. Second, she didn't bother to pull her leggings up - pushed them down her hips to pop under her taught ass instead. She walked off to the bathroom like that and I suddenly found myself weighing the pro's and con's of my mother's ass vs. hers... 

They both looked totally different, but hers was fucking perfectly sculpted as well for the size of her thighs and... since she stepped out of the room I could allow myself to fully absorb the situation again and... Holy Hell! I just wanted to mount her immediately and witness/feel the magic of those pretty plush pillows softening the impact of my mega-thrusts!! 

I thought more about that while I listened to running water. And devilish little girl giggles.

Maybe two minutes after shaking her pretty ass into the bathroom she called for me, "Robbie? Will you come in here and help me with something?"

"If I can," I called back. Can you help me with THIS, is the more pertinent question!

"I'm pretty sure you can..." she didn't have to say it too loud. And I heard a more assured little giggle.

I stepped in and there was Jackie, her ass in the sink (basically). There was a puddle of water under her and her legs were spread wide as can be at me, feet up on the counter - far more severe than they look at a Gynecologist session. She had a smile on her face like she was handing over a stack of cash for a lottery ticket or something. 

I stood there stunned. I mean, I knew what was going on in there but... we're still talking about me as a virgin at that point. And I've had some experiences since then but really, how does a guy walk in on something like that and NOT get stunned for a moment?

She snickered at me for a little. "My pussy itches, real bad... can you help me?"

She waited long enough to say that, it might have taken 2 minutes, or 10 seconds... I dunno, but enough time that I could manage a somewhat clever response. "What did you have in mind?"

Of course, she smashed the shit out of clever with her well-timed retort, "Well, to be honest, I was hoping you could fuck me raw and make it all better..."

Blasted me right back into stunned mode. What are we up to now, 10min or surely no less than 30sec? And I don't remember if I ever looked at anything other than her spread-wide-open cunt since the moment I'd walked in there. 

She pulled me back in from wherever I was, "I'm just teasing. I can't see it all that well, can you just take a close look for me and make sure I didn't miss anything?"

I was smart enough to advantage that excuse - to lean in for a closer look. Hey, she asked me to.

I've already detailed how pretty she looks there but due to her display and my better vantage point, couple more things worth noting... Her lips split open pretty noticeably like that. Maybe she'd already fucked herself some in there, I don't know, but they were definitely peeled back in a way that said... 'This ain't no gash -- but I can accommodate that cock of yours.' And below that, honestly... her butthole kept a perpetual indentation as big as a finger, and perfectly circular - sort of open a bit at all times (plenty of ass-play going on there I later learned. She may have done some of that in the 2 minutes that had passed also. How long does it take to shave a tiny little landing strip, right?)

She started feeling around there a bit, kind of like before - as if she was looking in the mirror and no one else was there. There were little trails of water... maybe dew... maybe cunny-juice... sliding around from top and bottom and she pushed at that and washed herself with it.

Next thing I knew, that hand went up to her mouth. Sucked on her fingers a bit and then held one in the corner of her upstairs lips.

"It's all clean then, right?" she asked.

I had to follow that hand and found myself standing upright. That extra leg in my pants was fighting to get out somethin' serious now...

She continued, a little more energetic now than casual as before, "Wow, kid -- that problem in your pants looks more serious than ever. Why not just let it out of there? You're seeing me... it's only fair. I won't tell. It'll be our little secret that Robbie saw Jackie's shaved-clean pussy and Jackie saw Robbie's big nasty stiffy. Okay? C'mon, don't be shy. I won't embarrass you..."

I figured no harm in rubbing at myself as well, since she was - right? Couldn't do much with that in my condition but the thumbs were well received. 

I'd looked at her pussy again cuz her hand went down there once more. But once I'd rubbed myself a while I had to have a look at her reaction... not that I hadn't seen enough of a clue from the way her fingers were interacting with me below. Her face was much different now. There was a lot more awe upon it than before. She was biting her lip a lot and at one point looked up at me, with pain on her brow... Her forehead was all furrowed (even more so than the surgical thing) and I kind of wanted to pet her like a wounded puppy or something all of a sudden. 

But just as I'd thought that she shook her head a tad and smiled... "That's an awesome cock, kid. I need to see it.... What's it gonna take?"

Well, there was something I needed to know more about... without quite putting the finger on me.

"I'll pull it out on one condition... What do you and Mom do together... sexually?"

Her eyebrows raised. Definitely wasn't expecting me to know anything about any of that. 

I calmed her. "It's cool. I needed to know about some of her history and we had a little talk. I've been walking around like this a lot and, you know, Mom felt obligated to discuss the birds and the bees with me." I felt pretty good about the soothing quality in my voice, particularly given the situation.

"What do you know?" she asked, a little less concerned (and noticeably not as if she had damaging info on me, which afforded me much relief).

"I know that you like to fool around with each other... there might be more." I went back to handicapped rubbing of my cock. It had taught me how to control a situation the last few days, eh - deserved my attendance.

"That's okay with you that we fool around together?"

I was quick to answer that, fine opportunity. "Of course. I don't blame her."

That loosened her up a little. "Oh... well now we're getting somewhere."

And then she smiled and relaxed some tension in her shoulders. Thought about continuing with things on herself. Maybe even more so. It may have turned her on to tell me... plenty.

I continued my line of questioning. "I get the impression it's more than just the two of you."

That sort of alarmed her. "Are you asking me if your mom is a slut? Cuz she most definitely isn't."

I was still uncertain of what she might know of Mom and me and if I hinted that any form of sexual encounter might be improper, I might not only get thoroughly reprimanded by Jackie this instant -- but Mom would have my ass in a sling and hanging upside down, perhaps for all eternity. But I saw that coming and had my answer ready.

"I'm not asking that at all. I'm asking about you, Jackie. What turns YOU on. Cuz I've always been really turned on by you. I think you know that. And I think you know what I've been doing about it the last few years... I think I really like the idea that YOU might be a horny little slut. Cuz if you are, I might feel much better about... helping you help me with this." I meant my cock of course. And if there were any confusion about that, my bandaged manipulations on it made all of that perfectly clear.

It came right out of her quickly, almost as if she could not wait to say it. "I like for her to watch me fuck other men."

I kept on being a badass then and pointed right at her pussy, nodded, and mouthed like Mom had in the shower this morning, 'Go ahead'. Her fingers went right to her pussy, two-handed. I'd seen this before. Apparently, women like to play with themselves when they're in confessional situations... almost as if it goes hand in hand. Which isn't meant to be funny. I'm serious.

Then I said verbally, "Watch?"

Her urgency was gathering energy from the room. "Yeah... your mom hasn't had cock in forever, I don't know how she contains herself. She just likes to watch, play with herself... and tell us what to do sometimes. And I love that. Wishing she was me."

HmmmMMM! Well that made sense. And I thought it was fucking HOT! Why wouldn't she tell me that? "That's all?"

"Oh shit... okay... a lot of the time." She was chewing into her lip now enough to maybe draw blood. "She likes to tell us to suck and fuck each other all of the time... she's very graphic... pornographic... lewd and crude... she makes me feel like a little sex slut in service to others and no one else can command me like her, oh god." Every little piece that she confessed made her exponentially more horny. One hand pulled her taught at the top and the other was rubbing her lips in circles. It was getting kinda noisy.

I kept things going on my package more casually (it helped that I was impaired) and continued the interrogation, "And you always do what she tells you?"

"Always. I'll fuck and suck whoever and however she tells me to, as many as she wants." She was instant with that. Mom runs the show. Interesting. "But I promise she didn't tell me to do this for you. I'm doing it all on my own. Maybe a little bit because you're her son..." And then a little bead of blood did push through her lip. She snatched it with her tongue and taste it, until her brown eyes smoldered and she spat out the words, "Are you gonna tell me what to do also?" As expectant a request as it was a desperate one. Almost a threat.

By then she'd become a bit frantic. I'm not sure what kicked it off, lewdly spreading herself open for some virile youngster, the growth I was exhibiting in my pissed off Levi's, the way I was taking control of things, the fact I was her best-friend's son, or maybe it was what she'd just confessed to me... or perhaps the taste of blood. In any case, she was working the clitoris pretty deliberate now...

"I bet you make her crazy with that FUCKING stubborn cock of yours."

Oh no, I still wasn't sure if she... "What?" I fumbled out.

"Nevermind. I need to see your cock. You said you'd let me see it."

That's much better. Maybe she didn't want to alarm me and spoil this opportunity. 

"Let me have a look at it, you bastard. You're mom's gonna kill me if I say any more."

But I remained resistant. I wanted to fucking own this situation. I'd been slapping it to her for years. I wanted to make her mine this time. "Just a moment... I'm watching you."

"Oh gawd..." she immediately splashed her hand in the water beneath her ass and began to rub herself liberally. 

"You're not going to cum already, are you?" I teased her.

That amazed her... "Jesus, kid -- where did you learn to..."

I didn't answer and she didn't finish. Went to something else. I'd been looking at nothing other than the center of her for a while.




ThRobbie Ch. 06A



"Do you really think my pussy's pretty? As pretty as your mothers?" I had her now. She needed my approval and confirmation of things. And that's how my cock likes it. Far more willing to supply when it knows interest from the other is just as invested as it is, preferably more so. She's mine now... In one week, I'd learned how. Thanks to my mother.

"Well it's not quite the same but, yeah, your..."

Ooops, she nailed me, "HmmHmm," she huffed out. "And how would you know how it compares to mommy? Have you been peeking at her perfect pussy?!" I told you she was the hyper-aware type, crap!! I caught her face and watched her lip slowly reel control away from me up the side like they do...

I just had to go with it. Snatched at something non-committal, "...Maybe."

"Yeah... dirty boy... I bet you like to go into her room... late at night... and have a peak sometimes? Is that what you do? You like to do that? Take a flashlight in there and splash it on mommy's pink little cunny?"

Once again relieved to hear that. Is that what she thinks? That's nothing close to our advanced reality...

Her rubbing never faltered at this point. I'd basically instructed her not to cum but she was as turned on by this peeking thing as much as anything else... Who knows how much history she knew of Mom, right? But I couldn't keep pressing about that. Could be big trouble for Moms. So I stuck with... "Maybe." But I gave her a Cheshire grin to help her feel good about it. 

That worked for her. And I think she thought about pushing the envelope but I decided it might be best to nip that in the bud and whip out the cock instead.

"Well I guess I owe you what you asked for... you'll keep a secret, right?" I made her ask for it one more time.

"Most definitely. Whip it out!"

I held up my hands, "Uh, I'll need help."

Done.

She was off the shelf and popping off the button-fly's in no time. Literally yanking away at me. Holy shit, what a hellion! I didn't know what to do with myself so I just let her attack it. Once she had the buttons off and realized the tugging wasn't quite gonna work from above, she dropped to her knees and began ripping away at me from below. She actually tore the seams just below the crotch and ruined those pants forever - down they came and it leapt out of there, banging around the face of the second woman to ever see it. ANOTHER hot bitch in her 30's who has no idea what a lazy interest in sex is. 

"Holy FUCK, Robbie!! OhmyGAWD!!!"

Her grip went right to the base and I felt my blood coursing through the veins, now released from captivity. So I thought I'd tell her about that... "ThRobbie" I corrected her.

She was momentarily as stunned as I was at bathroom entry, watching it push itself out to its natural, un-contained state. But managed a "What?"

"Call me ThRobbie," I repeated.

By then she'd stood up and was jacking me off to maximum length, loving the feel in her fist of me hardening. 

"What? Oh... I get it. Yeah! Okay... ThRobbie. I will. And I'll take that as a green light that it's time to get it on!"

And then she was on me. No, really - ON me! Hopped up on me and sent us reeling out of the bathroom. I think she was trying to instantly shove my cock up inside her while straddling me standing - but I wasn't prepared for that at all and lost my balance, trying to figure out what my fucked-up bandaged arms are supposed to do with this hellcat that's desperate to consume my fat pole as fast as humanly possible. She ended up on my back holding on to me, rubbing her fire-hot cunt off while we jostled around the room, some of the time I could feel her hand doing that and the rest of the time she'd just fuck the skin of my hipbone instead. 

She was pulling at my shoulders a lot, trying to twist back to the front of me and stuff it in there. That was a real problem for my bandaged arms and eventually she fell off me in a hump on the floor. (Damn, again with the bad choice of words. In a heap, she fell in a heap. Sorry.)

Recovering to her knees gave her a brand new approach, as if I'd intended to throw her off me like that.

"Ohhhhhhh... want me on my knees a bit, ThRobbie? How inconsiderate of me. You're absolutely right... where are my manners?" And then she crawled to me. Didn't have to crawl far, but I didn't come any closer. I found out real fast that I liked watching her do that. 

She stopped at the base of my balls, my stiff dick now craned up high and dominant. Pulsing, sweating, strained veined, and demanding. I mentioned this before but I've got a really fat cockhead, and it actually kind of breathes at times. It was doing that. And she? She had her back arched supreme and her fine little round ass parked up like a bench to sit on. I couldn't decide what to look at... her ass, the 'small of her back'/base of her spine, the dynamic appearance of a woman's tender back lit up with muscles unlike anything a man has, her shoulder-blades in that position... or her face - mouth wide open in wonderment - looking up at me from below. Waiting on a yes from me. 

She must have watched me watch her from under there for quite some time, cuz I suddenly realized I was mesmerized by her little ass wagging back and forth slowly, that I'd seen it make that motion at least a half-dozen times before I heard her speak.

"Gollllleeee, it's so fucking big and stiff I can't reach from down here..."

She started to purr and never stopped moving her pretty ass around - she could tell I liked that. Or that anyone would. Then I found her sniffing around me. Not like Mom does but more like she was in a garden checking flowers you can't quite reach...

So I helped her out and bent my knees a bit.

I'm not sure who taught who to suck a man's balls but Jackie went right to that the way I'd just experienced earlier with my mother upstairs. They're both experts. Once she'd graduated from that she tagged her tongue left to right across my meaty shaft until she'd accessed me just beneath the head, kissing me there nothing at all like anything else she'd done. Raising from there until her face was planted directly before it - pursed her lips to the head of my cock, like kissing a kid for school -- and waited.

So did I... I waited.

Until she spoke again. "Push it in my lips. I'll do anything you want but I like to know you'll insist on it... push it in my mouth and I'll suck it. I'll suck it good."

I yanked it around by the muscles at the base instead. Make her mine, make her mine, I kept telling myself. 

She still refused to put a hand on it and waited, that pain on her brow again. The thickness of my fleshy knob appeared much greater than the width of her lips... Intimidating, just as she had wanted. "Come on, Robbie... do it. Make me suck it the way I know how. Make me your bitch."

"ThRobbie," I corrected her again. 

"Yes... ThRobbie... I won't forget anymore. Throb that hot muscle into me, baby. Jackie wants a mouthful of you... Push it past my lips and don't give me a discount... Bitch fuck my face for telling on your mom like that. She'd want you to."

So I did. 

She couldn't take several inches the way Mom can so it didn't take long before she began to suck on it in earnest. She's a mouth-sucker, not a throat-fucker. I was about to learn that's just as goddamned good as the full-penetration throat thing. Her tongue was a dozen different tongues at once. And her hands were all over my shaft. I didn't have to do a damn thing. The moaning kicked in quickly and then the slobbering began. I had no idea women were so willing to slobber. She'd made a mess on me early and the last thing she was thinking about was cleaning it up. She used it like a sandbox instead. Actually CREATING more and more and more of it. The more she made, the more she moaned and cackled, until she felt like talking about it.

"You like your meaty cock in my mouth? Daddy what's for dinner?" 

She laughed a bit rudely while sucking it off some more. I just kept on letting her help me fuck her face.

"Jackie's got a big fat virgin cock in her mouth... Is she the horny slut you hoped for?"

I actually snarled at her without thinking of it first. "Yeah..."

"Is that precisely what you needed, after all those prim and proper bitches didn't know what the fuck to do with it?"

"Yeah," I repeated. In much the same manner.

"You better take advantage and punish her something wonderful...make sure she sticks around." And then her eyes darkened, "Or she just might walk away."

And if her eyes darkened, mine went shadow black. What kind of approach is that? That's the last fucking thing I'm interested in hearing (though my cock got bigger in her mouth once she said it, cuz I forced it further in there).

She gagged. Then recovered. That pin-prick of blood she'd cut earlier leaking off her lips, before she took air and continued, "Would that upset you? Would that make ThRobbie angry with her?" And she followed that up with a couple inches of decent, her eyes smiling up at me, and an open mouth expecting me to do that again. 

I didn't think I'd do it. But I did. Similar results, she coughed.

And then I told her why I did it...

"My mom would never say that. She wouldn't like it that you did either."

She rubbed me around her wet and abused lips and swirled her tongue around my head like a serpent, managing broken words among her actions... "I know she wouldn't, Robbie. That's why, She isn't Me."

"ThRobbie!" I barked at her and stuck it past her comfort point. 

That had to hurt. But she recovered without releasing me that time, and held a hand up to her ear -- as if she hadn't heard me.

"I said... My name... Is ThRobbie!!" I punched it in her mouth three times and continued to pump away after the third.

Her mouth held on and she smiled around my shaft and garbled, her throat assistance spilling on the carpet. Clearly, I was responding the way she preferred. Completely different from what I'd learned with Mother. The same sort of preference for impropriety, excessive force, and carnal comments -- but based in very different motivations. I didn't LIKE giving Jackie what she wanted. And because it upset me, she got more of it. (Which makes her pretty genius, to be honest.)

I had to understand what the hell that was all about for me to continue though (I was encountering another sexually psychological conundrum. Far more complex than I had recognized at the time even). So I stopped dicking her face like a rubber ducky, and asked her what the fuck this was all about.

"Why are you making me angry about this?"

Immediately her effort returned and did all the convincing. But more impressively, she had an exacting response...

"Cuz I like to encounter cruelty."

Well that was way too Freudian for me at the time but the right thing to say. And so was the follow up.

"Don't question it right now... you're gonna wanna fuck me, right?"

Her sweaty face slipped down my shaft and skewed it's skin against my balls. She kissed me a few times on the way down. Very intelligent balance to her approach in getting what she wants from fucking. Maybe that was part of it, the compelling part about me being a virgin. What greater challenge for her than this?... Towing that line, of comfort and cruelty. 

After she sucked on my balls a bit she licked her way back up the tip, her mouth pulled me down to point at her -- hands firmly planted to the ground below her. This time she milked my shaft in a more rhythmic, compelling manner, using her neck to talented effect, eyes on me the entire time. Supplicant. A good 4-inches was the best she could do. But she did it for quite a long time, patient eyes asking for my unusual approval. 

I gave it to her while she kept on sucking, in the form of further questioning.

"Is part of the reason you want it cruel, because I'm your best friend's son?"

She nodded, maintaining her expertise upon me; her eyes never leaving my own.

"Does it make you feel guilty?"

She closed her eyes and shook her head no.

"Because I'm being cruel?"

They opened and the affirmative nod returned. Her eyes smiled also. And pride excites me...

"Do you do it cruel with my mother?"

She nodded. Slurping a lot, as her mouth movements had not stopped for some time. Finally she took it out and gasped... "She does it cruel to me."

Hmm... well if Mom thinks it's ok.

Jackie saw me considering that and smiled before returning to that sweet sucking rhythm of confirmation. The carpet was a mess.

"When you're with other guys... they're cruel to you most of the time?"

She took me from her mouth again and went down to my balls, stroking me off above her with one hand, and confirmed, "All of the time... It makes me feel better."

That was enough information and she decided that as I did. She pulled her hips forward and slowly took a seat beneath me, "Now hush up, little boy... and have a look at this..." Her unused hand reached down and spread her sweat-plastered pussy open for me. "See that?" 

She was fucking soaked!

Soon she continued to move in a mesmerized state of calm (likely affording an ENORMOUS amount of restraint in doing so), and rotated away from me, her ass pointing high in the air like a stretching Siamese cat.

"Jackie's now... most definitely... ready... for that... massive... fucking... painpole..." Her pretty ass swayed serenely from side to side. "...to cram... a ton... of cruelty in me." And her fingers slipped inside with ease. "Fuck it deep inside her now or miss the opportunity."

Just one more thing... "What's with all the third person crap?"

"Am I doing that again?" She snickered, it wasn't an apology. And I could hear her losing patience. 

"Apparently I'm missing something," she said matter-of-factly; wagging her stellar ass left to right in short bursts for a moment. "Put me back together again... Humpty Dumpty."

And that did it. There was something kinda hot about that but mostly I felt insulted again. I'm not a little boy! And certainly not as helpless as Humpty Dumpty! You want fables?! I got a fuckin' life lesson for ya! Let's DO this!!

"This ain't no fuckin' fairy tale..." I left her there and walked over to the couch. Pointed at it. "Get up there and prepare."

She thought about staying on her knees but scampered up instead and threw her ass into the couch before me, threw her legs up and grabbed her ankles far above her - a big leggy V of earnest certainty before me.

"Hump me, Humpty Dumpty!" she dared me. Big sloppy grin on her face.

Unfortunately, the height wasn't quite right. And furthermore, she was goddamn ignorant to my whole arms-not-working situation this entire episode. I couldn't really lean in on her like that.

"I'm gonna need some fucking assistance," I told her. 

She was clueless, "What? It's the hole right here. Fuck it senseless!!" As if the target weren't obvious enough, she put her hands to either side and spread it open.

"Bitch... I've got no arms!" I baffled at her.

"Oh, my bad... here..." she kept her legs up like they were - real nice calves - and put her hands up on my hips, helped me get things lined up. Wasn't nearly as fluid and delicious as my mom had been with the squish-your-wet-cock-around-on-my-pussy-lips thing, Jackie just wanted it IN there, man. She's not into foreplay all that much. 

And I hate to tell you this, but... My mom walked in just then. I'm not shitting you.

"JACKIE!" she roared.

Dudes, I had my fuckin' cockhead half in her pussy-portal and all I had to do was fall on her and rut away. But no, I got frightened the fuck out of instead and fell right back on my ass.

(Don't bail on my story. I know you've waited long enough. But this is the way it laid out.)

Jackie leapt up and circled around wondering where the hell she'd left her leggings.

Mom's totally pissed. Doesn't sound like she set this up at all. "What the hell are you doing?! NOT okay! You fucking bitch!!".

And Jackie IS kind of a bitch, so she couldn't resist countering that, "Not YET I wasn't!"

"Oh not yet, you're not quite yet a cunt-bitch who's fucking my son?! Didn't do anything yet? There's fucking suck juice all over his cock! Look at that! How long did you suck him off for before begging him to fuck you?!"

"Not very long! I started begging him right away, fuck you!!"

And then they went at it. Seriously, the hair pulling and all that shit. No one got slugged in the face but they slapped and pinched at titties and I'm just glad no one had their scalp torn cuz that's fucked up. I, of course, could do nothing about any of it. So I just sat on the couch and sighed. Seconds away from a new level of existence and I'm watching my best chance at that likely getting kicked to the curb as 'best friend'. Won't ever see her again.

But I was mistaken. Instead - I got a better deal. Now trust me, stick around...

Finally they backed off, disheveled but mostly unharmed. My mom told her where to go, "Get the fuck out of here, you cunt! I'll call the police..."

"He's eighteen. And you never should have told me he had a cock like that, you oughta know better... Where the fuck are my tights?!" 

"Yeah, what the fuck kind of whore top is that?! You came in here with a knee-length shirt, you calculating bitch!"

I thought I'd make myself useful so I moped my way into the bathroom and crab-pinched Jackie's leggings, brought them to her. Then sat my sorry ass back on the couch while my cock continued to deflate.

Mom saw me. She stopped yelling and looked at me real hard. Fuming at first, but then, over time - while Jackie pulled her stuff on and nearly got out of there - that all changed...

Yeah, that's your son right there. Almost got laid. You've been making him crazy for days and no amount of sucking cock can make up for a lost chance at burning his virginity. He couldn't possibly feel more horrible than he does right now.

Let's just assume it was something along those lines. (By the way, my Mom has recently agreed to add her 2-cents to all of this a few chapters from now. She's gonna take over the narrative, offer you her side of things moving forward... after I fuck her brains out more than a few times. You're not getting rid of me just yet. You'll hear from her though. She'll be cool, you'll dig her. I sort of learned to write like this from her. Anywayz...)

"Jackie... wait." She was heading for the door.

"Fuck you! It's not my fault, he's got a giant cock!" she yelled back over her shoulder.

"I know, wait... please wait."

It's the least she could do, right? She spun back around. Still wearing the honeycomb top and just the leggings. Was leaving without the long-shirt. "What?!"

"He's a virgin..." my mom said, very calmly. Looking at me the entire time.

"I KNOW that! You have any idea how frustrated I am right now? GOD! It's BURNING!!"

There was a delay but my mom suddenly started to chuckle at that. 

And then Jackie joined it. 

Then they both started laughing, outright.

I didn't. I was looking at them like 2 crazy bitches. Their hair was all fucked up, my mom's had never been THAT torrid lookin', and Jackie's cut now looked like the stupidest thing I'd ever seen. Their faces were all red. And more importantly, I was losing the most critical hard-on I'd ever had... 

But then it happened.

"You were about to de-virginize him..." she tried to drop off the laughing and get something said.

"Fuck yeah, I was! Are you kidding? It was gonna be glorious! What's your point?"

"Why should I stop you," Mom finished. 

Jackie was a little surprised. "... Huh?"

So Mom continued, "He wants to lose it. And you're really hot. I also know you're clean. You're my best friend. What, I don't want my son to ever have sex? What kind of a mother would that make me?" she was handling the 'unknown' about us real well. But it still did surprise me that my mom's standing there looking at her son's swollen dick (albeit deflating), and Jackie never questioned the ease in which that happened, no yelling to cover up or any of that. My exposed cock didn't phase my mother one bit. (And I won't save that one for confirmation later. Jackie had no idea at all that we'd been fucking around all week. No clue. Mom hadn't told her anything other than the morning wood thing that 1st day. That's still their story, anyway. Hard to believe, considering what came next.)




ThRobbie Ch. 06B



 [This is an immediate continuation of Part A. If you're a fan of foreplay, I recommend you toy with that first. If you're simply looking for the goods to get off right this minute? Dinner is served.] 

*

Mom was not happy. Or, she was way too horny out in the hallway. Whatever the reason, she did the right thing. In retrospect, would have been bad for me to learn that the way it's always done is how Jackie does it. My mom had already spent the last several days, and quite an investment the night before, explaining to me the difference between disrespect and carnality. Jackie could have fucked all that up in a short 30 minutes. And folks, there IS a difference (not that I'm here to teach any lessons. Certainly in no position to do that!).

So she stepped right into the picture, to show me, that a woman like Jackie - is the only one to be disrespected. And only cuz that's how she likes it. Dirty words and disrespect are two different things, apparently. I guess Mom needed to make that clear by walking in and taking control, team up on brazen-bitch-breathing Jackie. Qualify the difference, and what to do with it when you encounter it. Though... I hadn't exactly got it wrong at that point either. Anyway, the point is...

Now my mom is involved!! Directly!! Okay? I TOLD you I'd upgrade over the interruption downstairs on the couch. MAJOR upgrade, people. MAJOR upgrade!

So I was having a bit of trouble getting the cock in there again while Jackie threw her ass about, apparently quite excited to have her face stuffed into my mom's grieving pussy. But Mom was in on the scene in a big way now and fixed that also. Reaching over to slap Jackie's ass with a snap.

"Stop! Stop moving," she commanded. Met with assured compliance. 

And then she helped me glide it in there and winked at me once she was finished. I was a little surprised she'd be willing to handle my cock like that with Jackie underneath us. I mean, maybe it's not incestuous to be naked with your son in a room with some sex-starved tramp down between the 2 of you, I'm not sure. But I'm pretty sure personally fishing your son's cock INto said tramp would qualify as incestuous. No? And I had no reason to believe that Jackie knew anything we'd done, despite the encouragement she'd hinted at several times earlier.

It sounded like Jackie wanted to say something about all that but my mom weren't havin' it. All we heard was, "mwewerhhhppph, fwwwpphhhhn frrrrrfwwwl!!"

I sunk myself cleanly into Jackie's pussy after Mom had helped the first couple inches in. She kept a hand on each globe of Jackie's spread ass for a moment (that looked really sinful), until I had more than half me in there. And then sat back with her hands tangled up in Jackie's blonde hair, muffling her nasty ass demeanor into the wet lips of my mom's more appreciable pussy. 

"No one's allowed to talk to you that way, Robbie... Girls like that learn a lesson... Push all of you inside her, son."

Jackie's ass was up real high and it was not much difficult to do that. I sank in full, and held it there for a few seconds, before sliding back out short of empty. Jackie gasped at the full invasion but Mom just gripped her head down tight between her thighs until I receded. Part of that was to keep Jackie quiet, I guessed - but part of it was obviously Mom needing something urgent and frenzied up her cunt while watching her son disappear in a pussy not hers.

She let out an audible sigh as I retracted... "That's so nice, baby. She's such a lucky lady right now... Please continue to fuck her like that... Take it slow if you want to... learn how you... Ohhhhh! Honey!..." I'd sunk in full once more, and then retracted. "Learn how you like it first... You are the man. Her pussy will respect it..."

And she had to be right about that cuz Jackie was moaning and braying beneath us in something well above simple satisfaction. I continued to sink in full... and retract, slowly increasing my pace. Every single entry felt different than the one before it. And her cunt felt... ALIVE all around me. 

Mom continued to coach me, "Women like to know you like them, and care enough about what they want but..."

I had a thought, "Men like to be asked."

She reacted strongly to that, "Oh YES, Robbie! God yes... Women ask. And Men tell. Even I hadn't thought of it quite like that. You're not a boy anymore, honey... How does it feel?"

I thought about that. Watching myself sink in slowly, a couple more times. "I can't even describe it... Better than I could have ever comprehended."

Both Jackie and my mother moaned at that. 

"We like to hear that stuff too, Robbie. I would love to hear something like that..." I looked up from my invasive cock to identify my mother. She looked up from there as well and winked at me again. "But you can't do that with Jackie. Jackie is a bitch fuck. Gotta fuck her like a bitch..." And that had to be true, cuz every time my mom said the word 'bitch' I heard a squeal and some extra effort from the rump before me. "If you compliment her a lot, she'll just take what she wants and lose interest pretty quickly. She doesn't respect it... Fuck her harder if you want to, honey..." And she began to bump her crotch more sharply into Jackie's face. Somehow deciding for me that I wanted to do exactly that. She continued, "What she DOES respect, is some very demanding sex and a man who's a lot less interested in her than he is in himself. I know that makes no sense but there's a lot of women like that out there... Harder, honey... fuck her harder..." This was good advice as I could feel Jackie's desperation increase with every new thrust... "And the good thing is, they're easy to identify - they act like pompous bitches. So fuck her like you just don't care, and you'll actually be giving her exactly what she wants. Okay, honey?"

By then I was going at her pretty good. Maybe I'm still just a schoolboy to need my mom's equality in the mix but every word she said got studied and recorded for future use in an instant. A value lesson for certain. 

"Now... remember what I said last night about dirty words, Robbie?"

"Yeah?" I huffed out.

"I heard you use them well before I came in... do more of that. Especially with a cunt like this in your grasp."

I took a moment, and maybe surprised my mother... "Let her breathe for a second. I want her to ask me if I like this pussy."

Mom's eyebrows raised, "Wow... that might turn her on but... she might not ask that. Are you sure you wanna...?"

"I'll take this cock away if she doesn't."

And at that my mom released her girlfriend's pussy-drenched face just long enough for her to croak out, "Dewww you LIKE iwt... ThRrrrrrobie?" And then back to slurping.

I countered, "Do you?"

She muscled her face off my mom's thighs to quickly bark, "YES!!" 

"I guess I like it okay also..." I responded, "Eat my mother's pussy." And I may have said it nonchalant but I absolutely did increase my urgency, immediately. I wasn't sure what turned me on more, actually -- the fact my mom was forcing some bitch to suck up her juicy pussy, or the fact I myself was fucking some!

"Oh, that's my BOY! You tell her, Robbie. Tell that bitch."

Mom was looking down at Jackie's face (up 'till then it was focused on my disappearing cock, entirely) and her lips went back into that form I'd seen where she starts crushing on her sexual desires. 

"You like that cock, Jackie? You like fat cock, eh?" I added.

"Tell her, honey... tell her!" Mom was getting pumped up now. 

And then I fully entered my own. I did fall into this self-consumed cunt-basher, feeling how fucktastic my cock felt carving in and out of this bitch in heat. And that's a dannnnnnngerous feeling, boys and girls. Very, very dangerous... because it feels fanTASTIC! There's no stopping a cock when it takes control like that.

"Eat that cock. Eat that pussy. You lucky fucking bitch to have the both of us..."

Her ass was perfect for the passion I'd found myself in, the perfect impact every time -- just enough flesh to bounce me back out of there, no matter how hard I impaled her, but not so much to slow me down. The intensity of that feeling, bashing all my teenaged angst into the supplicant yet highly responsive flesh of a grown woman... my veins were alive with fortitude. 

"Fuck her, honey, fuck her!... Fuck her, honey... fuck her, baby... fuck her harder, FUCK Her!!"

Mom had a hand down between her legs now, like Jackie was just a toy face -- not enough to ensure her energetic satisfaction. And Jackie advantaged that thought as well, her hand came up beneath me, wiggling her clit off, spastically. It didn't take long... she came once more, muffling it out into my mother's own pleasure... and sending her over the edge.

"Oh, BABY - we're CUMming for yewwwwwwww!!!"

Oh shit, that oughta be enough for my ego to not resist -- but to make my interest at endurance worse, Jackie went unselfish on me... her hand left the bulb of her pussy and cradled under my tortured balls, tickling at me to burst my approval inside her. But I didn't want that yet.

"Oh my god... I don't want to yet... I don't want to..." I pleaded for anyone or anything to listen. Mom, of course, heard me clearly.

"It's okay, baby -- pull out! Pull out of her and resist the urge."

But I couldn't find a way to do that. So Mom slid back and pulled Jackie away from me by her hair, her thighs falling over her knees. She squealed in fury, I guessed nothing to do with the pain of the hair pulling and lots more to do with disqualifying her desire for me to erupt in her right then. Once the majority of me had pulled itself out of her and only the threatening bulbous head of my cock remained - half trapped within her cuntlips - I fell back on the bed and free of her demanding dick-sucker. 

Somehow I knew that breathing would help. And Mom concurred.

"That's good, baby - breathe. Don't cum yet. That's a good man. Do not cum until you absolutely have to. Very important. Even if we beg for it earlier... don't do it 'till you can't hold off any longer. And that's often longer than you think it is. You're a good man to stop yourself." 

But then Jackie-the-cum-craven-bitch spoke up, her face now free of oral-insistent pussy, "Damn you!! I WANTED it!"

"Yeah, that's why he didn't give it to you. He doesn't care what you want. I'm teaching him about your type."

Jackie continued, "Fuck off! How long were you watching us, you dirty pervert?"

But Mom wasn't interested in what she wanted either. "Shut up, cunt. Flip over."

And once again, mid-argument - Jackie did just that. She continued the argument but did just what my mother demanded, flipped right over and laid down on her back, with her knees up over her feet and her pussy spread open. Even had her hands down there parting her lips for me. WTF?! "I felt you put him in me, you touched his cock!!" she yelped.

"That's none of your concern," my mom assured her. And sat back down upon her bitch face, silencing her. 

I looked at her, blown away by her command. Is this the same woman who's will had been broken, over and over this past week? Well... not entirely I suppose. She really was quite impressive (in allowing her passion to explode at points and discipline herself the rest). 

She smiled at me. Knew precisely what I was thinking. "It helps to switch positions when you feel like cumming, honey. It's kinda like a reset button... DON'T do that to a woman when she's about to cum - but do it for yourself whenever you want. And don't bother asking us most of the time, just do it. Whether she's a bitch like Jackie or a horny for huge supportive type like me, you don't need permission to throw us in a new position. Ever."

I understood, but - didn't have the tools to throw anything anywhere for a week or so more. 

"She's open for you, baby... slide your cock back in her some more now. Are you okay to do that?"

And I was.

Once again I entered Jackie slowly... but something else was happening also. My mother and I were face to face - her pussy muffling the vehicle below us, my cock entering that sweet, hot, wet, brilliant pink, from the other side - strangest sensation, sharing that between us - and we leaned in closer. It took forever, but eventually, I realized I was sharing a very wet kiss with my mother. 

Should I explain that again? 

I sort of feel the need to, and I'm doing my damndest to tell this story effectively but... I don't think I can really quite say the right things to express how that felt. Can I ask you to do that, for me? Can you imagine you and your mother, in a room with a woman -- below you, absolutely secure with anything you'd like to perverse upon her (but couldn't POSSibly expect THIS kind of perversion) - your mother has her pussy on this woman's face, the same woman you're feeding your cock into, for the very first time... and then the two of you kiss? Mother and Son?

Okay? You do it for me. I can't explain it.

The thing in the bathroom that morning was good. I felt really close to her then when it ended. But this? A whole new level. You can say whatever you want about incest and what not but - you'll never experience a kiss like I did that day. Never. You'll never ever know it. 

My cock, and this can't be true but it felt like it - expanded larger than it had ever been before, while inside of Jackie. The size as well as the THROB had never been greater, in all my years of existence. I hadn't considered the movement of my mom tipping her off down below, but maybe it did - Jackie knew that mother and son had moved closer above her, that something was happening between them. And who knows what that had done to my mother's pussy in her mouth but... it had to be overwhelming from both ends. The result?

Jackie shot me out of her. Like a cannon she shot me out of her. Which didn't seem physically possible, the cork I had shoved in there. But she did. Exploded me from within her.

And then she sprayed down my room with the most insane thing I'd ever seen. She quirt. Everywhere. 

She wailed and cried and squealed and... whatever. Howled like an animal I guess. 

Mom reacted. She'd seen this before, though not very often. "ROBBIE! We made her squirt!!!"

And then Jackie got her 'center of attention' desire. Mom dove in there like the world depended upon her ability to intercept the flow of the explosion obliterating out of Jackie. It went ricocheting off her chin and mouth in all directions but Mom went in there to face dance with it. I'd seen her do this for me, in a way - but it was maybe a little more supportive than even on me. She sucked up pussy spray as if her not doing so would mean the pussy might just wilt and die away. And even though my mother's lips appeared to be the most difficult thing that Jackie could stand in that moment, they held on to each other - she struggled through it to make sure Mom did not let go.

And then I knew their connection. 

Jackie went arcing all over the bed and her 'bitch' demeanor completely evaporated. All of a sudden it was please, and thank you, and... just owned! (Which, by the way, isn't the normal reaction to a pussy squirt. They often go heightened ballistic. But Jackie was sort of reverse). 

I watched in awe as my mother engaged that stream of madness. Jackie forked around a bit as it subsided, and then my mom dove into her face. Leapt across her body, planting her, and tongue kissed her sloppy and fevered. Her pussy began bashing down upon Jackie's fucked cunt below her, trying to fuck her. Like I had. 

None of this needed me to touch it. I was just a sudden observer. 

But soon my mother remembered me. "Put it back IN her, Robbie! Back inside, baby... back inside."

Jackie had nothing to say, but I did. "What the hell just happened?"

"She came, sweety, VERY hard. You just opened her box. It doesn't happen very often. But it just did. Robbie... please fuck her some more. It's different now. She neeeeeeds it now."

Okay so, that sounds good but... I've got 2 pussies directly before me, one right above the other. These are both the prettiest pussies ever but... I want to fuck my mother by then. I REALLY want to fuck her. I want to fuck her so bad I'd throw away everything. I might even allow her to hate me forever if I could just slip it in there one time... If Jackie's a bitch, then what does my MOTHER feel like inside there?! GAWD!!

But Jackie's pussy, really needed it bad. It was squeezing and dripping and, god just visually BEGGING for it, panting - so my empathy won out and I fucked her some more instead of my mother. 

She was SLOSHED! Drenched in there! I could move around now like not a problem. The viscosity of her internal wetness had thickened a little. But most odd, the circumference around me was wider than the width of my cock! She was like a balloon in there now, not a tube. 

I wasn't sure about things... "Mom?" I asked.

She was immediate. "Yes, honey? I'm sorry. It's Jackie, she's... are you okay?"

She turned around to look at me and I had no answer. But she did. She spun around in a 69 on Jackie and plopped her pussy back on the face of this chick who'd just blown my brain apart with that blasting thing she'd just done - and then talked to me, her mouth mere inches from the pussy and shaft within it.

"Honey, just fuck her. Okay? Don't worry about it. You did something very outstanding. Robbie, I'm so fucking horny. Can you please fuck her, please? Baby, just move it around some. I need you to do that, okay? Robbie, don't ask questions. Fuck that pussy. Robbie, please don't ask - just use it... fuck it... I'll suck it if you want me to."

And THAT'S what I needed to hear. 

I looked at her dazed. Hardly heard myself say it while I slowly forked myself in and out of Jackie's wide-open cunt. "That's what I want."

"Wanna watch mommy do that, baby? Watch me suck some pussy. You like that?" She began tagging her tongue all around Jackie's exposed lips - with my cock in there! "Blllnnnnthhhhdddnn... blnnnnthdddnnntha..." She mashed her face in Jackie's wetness and then looked up at me, "Yeah?"

"No," I said. "Suck it.... This." 

She gave me that pained expression I'd seen in the crack of the doorway earlier. But I insisted she never show me that pain ever again. I pulled myself out of my very first pussy and fed it to my mother's mouth instead. 

Jackie was quick with a problem, "You're sucking his COCK! Oh my GAWD!"

My mom had quickly become engaged with me, slurping and sucking the moment I entered her lips with it. She squirmed her hips around in an attempt to smother Jackie's face, and mouth -- keep her from arguing against the flesh I'd pushed in her mouth. But Jackie was well beyond control by now, her shock and excitement had to go vocal.

"Serrah... you're sucking off your son!! Yowrrrph..." Mom continued to squirm and intermittently squash Jackie's face at every opportunity - but refused to let me free of her lips. "Oh my GAWD! Thawtssssphh... SO fucking nasty!! I'm... I'm SO turned on by that, GOD!!"

Well THAT's a relief!! Thank god for THAT!

Finally Mom dropped me from her mouth. "Jackie, don't tell on me... please." And right back to sucking me, guilty as sin, face-sucking son-slut.

Jackie continued, "All that cock you've refused since I've known you but you'll allow HIM in there? Ohmygod that's so DIRTY!! And HOT as HELL!! What's going ON?!"

"Jackie don't... (suck, suck, suck) don't tell on me... (suck, suck, suck)... please... don't (suck, slurp, moan) tell on me, please... please don't..." At some point during that Jackie'd gone back to tongue tagging my mom's guilty pussy, with a purpose - and the results were in... "Ohhhhhh gawwwwd-YES!!" 

Mom sat upright and clenched her hands back in Jackie's hair, pinning her down to the bed via self-made ponytails - and creamed in her face with a passion, while screaming, "Don't you dare tell on me, PLEEEEEASE!!" 




ThRobbie Ch. 06B



Once the tremor of her thighs subsided a bit she went at Jackie's face like a washing machine. Then continued her confessional, "It's only been a few days, it's all brand new... The size of him, I couldn't aVOID it!... I tried so hard, I tried so hard... so hard... he's always so hard... I tried... not to suck it... I tried so hard... not to suck it... When he came for me I knew I had to... I couldn't resist all that pleasure... But you're his first... I gave you that, please... Please don't tell on me..." 

Jackie couldn't get a word in, and I was way too busy with the vision of my mother... pussy-plastering this hot mess of squirt-girl into my bed, her tits bouncing all around while she suffocated her best friend with wanton sex confessional (both verbal and physical) - to even bother noticing my stiff dick was absent of any attention. 

Finally, Mom leaned forward to afford Jackie a chance to breathe a response - and kiss upon her mess of a wet sex-lathered cunt. And Jackie did not disappoint. "Have him fuck my ass and I won't say a word of it... ever. Never to anyone, I swear it."

"Oh yes, we can make that happen. My GOD, you want that?... Why would I be surprised... Yes of course, Jackie... we can make that happen for you."

And right away my mom began to prepare her. My thumb had already tore in there a bit earlier. And the secretions she'd sent all over the room left lubrication a non-existent concern. Her finger gained entry easily... doubled by a second one soon after. 

"You wanna fuck her ass, Robbie?"

"Jesus -- hell yeah I do!" What a silly question THAT was!

"Then do it... Feel like telling her?"

Oddly then, Mom stuck both those 2 fingers right into her mouth, I GUESS to lubricate them some more - but it looked a little more pleasurable than that - before inserting them in with a 3rd finger attached, in the shape of a cone. She looked VERY practiced at this 'preparation' thing. Jackie was moaning in earnest and grinding her hips around, which caused a bit of an issue -- so Mom used her left arm to pull Jackie's thighs back to frame her lovely dangling melons... effectively holding her wide open and prone. This was triple X stuff. Whatever the most hardcore perversion rating is? It was that.

I momentarily forgot I got asked something. "Yeah. I wanna tell her."

Mom was now spinning her cone-shaped fingers in a short half-circle method of arrangement. And just before she removed them, she said...

"Go for it."

Then all 3 fingers were back in her mouth and she was clearly not just doing that for purposes of lubrication. I noticed there was nothing ill-looking on them though, and more importantly -- she'd left Jackie's asshole gaped wide open. It didn't just close up immediately. It was beckoning me!

"WHOA!" I gasped. And then knew just what to say to validate my thoughts. "I wanna fuck that horny little ass of yours. It looks like it's begging for it." 

I then looked back to my mother, enjoying some sinfully sexy taste in her mouth (she'd taught me plenty, I wasn't about to judge anything she found exciting. If she chose to do it - then it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Period.) and I told her what to do, "Open her up for me..."

She smiled at me, perhaps partly due to my acceptance of her 'lubrication' method, but more likely in knowing how goddamn good I was about to feel - digging out belonging into Jackie's desperate ass. Then she spread Jackie's ass apart and spit right in the hole. I watched in amazement as torrid, nasty, hardcore, philthy behavior all got pressed down as tame - while watching Mother's saliva sink into the entry of where I must go. 

"I'm excited to watch you fuck her ass also, baby. I love watching her enthusiastic little ass get fucked..." She pressed her hands from the inside of Jackie's thighs -- outward, cradling Jackie's legs back under her arms (and don't forget, Jackie still had my Mom's delicious puffy pussy to snack on). "This is gonna hurt so bad... she'll love it."

Jackie moaned painfully at that. The sound she might make plenty once I'm shafting myself in and out of there.

I'm gonna keep the pace going here and not explain the details but - we went about it the way a fat cock like mine requires and within a reasonable period of time I was fucking it much like a pussy. The vice grip feel of an ass cavity was... way too much of a privilege for me to experience, immediately following my very first pussy fuck. Honestly, I just didn't deserve all this. But when your cock is invading a woman's asshole - that's not your mindset. All your thinking is you're a bitch-conquering baddass and could possibly crush the world in your fists if you felt like it. I'd never felt more masculine in my life and the ego-upgrade I was feeling was beyond the realm of reality. 

My mom pressed her head down on Jackie's pussy and tongued it, sucked it, spit on it some on occasion... she grunted and giggled and squealed and moaned... while I fucked that ass cavity without concern... absolute bombast. The most unapologetic little sex-encouraging sluts I'd ever think to witness. Jackie's X-rated orifice was nothing but desperate to accommodate my insistent penetration. So I just crammed my investigating cock in there over and over, learned all about dominating a woman's ass.

That may have continued for a minute or so before Jackie needed a rest and demanded, "Suck it!! Suck him! Suck on your son's dirty cawk!!"

I wasn't allowed a chance to consider that before Mom yanked me out of there and throated me, as far as she could with no preparation at all. I didn't help so she reached out and slapped my ass to come towards her, fuck her face some, similar to this morning. So I didn't come down off the perch of my inflated ego and did just that. 

Jackie loved it. "You are fucking NASTY!! Suck on my ass!!"

And just like that I was out of her throat, held in her hand, while her tongue dove down into Jackie's open ass and giggled around in there. She pressed her face in far, and began beating my cock on the top of her head. Crazy shit, man. I'm telling you. (Imagine the site of all this to me. I was a fucking VIRGIN half an hour prior, for christ sakes!!) 

Then Jackie threw my mother some well-earned respect. "Robbie... sorry, ThRobbie... she hasn't done this in forever. I fuck and suck all the cock and she keeps her distance. She never comes near it, I swear to you! As soon as the cock comes out of the pants she leaves me alone and just tells us what to do while she fingers herself. No one ever touches her then, I swear to you. She won't even use a dildo when there's guys there cuz she's too afraid to trust it... You can't imagine how hot her pussy is right now..." She was going to continue talking it seemed, but suddenly recognized that meant leaving my mother's steamy pussy uncared for. And that gave me a thought.

I ignored the fact my Mom was in the way and jammed my cock back up in Jackie's backdoor. 

Immediate response from Jackie, "YEAH! FUCK it some more! Fuck my tight ass open some more!"

And Mother as well, "God, Robbie, yes baby - do it!"

And I DID think I was a god. At least I fucked that ass like I was one. 

Jackie wanted to talk a lot now (keep the pain in her ass from overwhelming her, I suppose). "Serrrrrrah! Is it good to suck cock again?!"

"YES!" she barked, And dove back down into Jackie's lit-up red snatch. 

"Tell me," Jackie pleaded. 

And my mom obliged, not long neglecting to snack on some cunt while she spoke. "God... it's so good... I MISSED it... missed it so much!!" 

Jackie continued to huff out discussion, while having her ass reamed by my angry red cock. "I sucked him off... earlier... he was... extra warm in my mouth!"

"Yes! I know," Mom responded, laving her tongue on my shaft while I forced myself in and out below her. 

"It's not like other guys, Serrah. It's hot!"

"Yes!"

My expansion grew within her. I was getting close again.

"You're so lucky... Serrah... Your son's... cock... is so powerful... Are you willing to fuck him?"

And then Mom took control again. I don't think she wanted that discussion to continue. 

She claimed the body below her and rolled a half circle - now underneath, Jackie on top. My cock was imbedded (and long enough) that it didn't remove me. I wondered if she'd timed and executed that move purposely or accidentally fortunate. I bet the former. 

"Baby..." she said, quietly, "... cum on us... Both of us."

My balls dangled down on her forehead now and she tongued at me there. After a while she craned her neck up to kiss and curl on Jackie's spent cunt. Used her lips like her tits and funneled my under-shaft through the pliable wet thickness of them, sideways. Sucked on my churning balls some more. She was everywhere and everything. "CUM on baby, CUM!"

Fuck yeah I was ready by then, are you kidding?! I'd done better than good from a stamina capacity. But still, I needed, "Tell her..." I started.

"Beg him to cum for you, Jackie! BEG him!!" she shouted. 

"Yes, of course. Of course! Cum up my butt, you fabulous mother-throatfucker! Pound me furious and splash on my ass!! Make the both of us squeal for it. OWN meeeee!!"

Which is exactly what I'd set out to do and if blasting her ripped apart ass with my furious cock would guarantee that achievement - then that is what she shall have. 

My pace became thorough, fast, and intentional. All that I needed to do now was cum for them.

"That's it baby, that's it," said Mom. 

"Oh FUCK... I can't take it much longer. Cum, Virgin, CUM!!" Jackie pleaded. 

But I knew I still needed a minute or so of relentless pounding, so I pulled out of her ass and pushed myself back into Mother's mouth, unexpectedly. But she secured her willingness to accept my offering and immediately began to slurp and suck as best she could from her under position. I sat down on her face a bit more and choked her out some, knowing she approves of that... appreciates it even. Her committed groans of encouragement and motivated struggle told Jackie just what was happening.

"Oh my god that is SO fucking nasty, I LOVE that! I thought only I would do that but YOU... with your SON?!" I heard her spit and suck on Mom's pussy for a moment, and then, "I'm okay now, thrust it back in me! HURT ME sum MORE!! PLEASE!!"

So I did. Mom whimpered. Perhaps wanted me to blast down her gullet. Still, she was quick to assist and spread Jackie's ass cheeks apart. I slammed it in there concrete and full - straight to the hilt.

"FUCK!!!" Jackie yelped. "DON'T... STOP... DOING THAT!!"

So that's how I did it. All the way out, short of removing the shroom-head of my shaft - to all the way in. I pounded into her free of concern. And every thrust got a committed response.

"YES... YES... YES... YES!!" Jackie grunted and held on, up to the task of accepting my force. Urging me onward and over the wall.

Mother was whimpering, whining like at the door-crack before. Suddenly she jammed 2 fingers up in Jackie's pussy and wasn't very nice about it. And then the verbal began, "Take that cock, you greedy slut... You wanna know what he's got in those balls of his you better EARN it!... Don't stop, baby!!... I want you to cum on her ass and all over my face - make a MESS!!... Your cock is so STRONG, honey, FUCK her with it. Harder! Harder!!... I love my baby boy... Giving it his all... Fuck Jackie's ass, Robbie, FUCK HER!!... Make that little ass yours, baby, MAKE that ass yours... Jackie loves a stiff angry cock and nothing's more stubborn than this one, honey... Overwhelm her with it and then give us BOTH your full results!! Blow your load and show us success... BURY us and BATHE us with it!! Pump a fuckload of that pleasure on us, PLEASE Robbie, PLEASE!!"

Like, what more does a man need to hear? From his own MOTHER no less. My muscles contracted at the base and Mom saw it. "OH GOD! JACKIE!!"

Jackie joined in, "Jesus god FUCK!!"

And then time stopped. It stopped completely. I froze up and I remember looking around the room from above the bed. I could see us down there, frozen into position. A ton of thoughts went blowing through my mind, much too fast to identify any of them. But I DO remember that everything stopped for a moment. Dead in it's tracks. And I mean like oxygen and all life obliterated from the room - it all became sudden stillness... 

And then it blew out of me. I don't know how long it took between the muscle clench that occurred at the base of my shaft - to the explosion behind it to blow it all out of there, but I almost suffocated in that sparse of time. Additionally, I FELT it blow through my cock, ripple through my shaft, the expansion of my thickness to deliver that shockwave of tension deep up in Jackie's excellently fucked-out butthole. Where could the results of that blast go within her? There couldn't possibly be room for another. 

"Ohhhhhh FUWK!!" Jackie cried out in painful relief.

And then Mom had me out of there, just as my next launch hit its turbo release. Her fist had the base of me and my cock jerked upward - kicking a stream across Jackie's back, all the way up to her head and beyond.

"Oh my GAWD," she moaned at the feel of that.

But Mom didn't want any more of me lost like that. She had to fight with it but managed to backhand my cock at Jackie's tortured ass and beat off my salve all over it. I pumped my usual overkill upon her for what seemed like minutes, not seconds. Her asshole gratefully expanded and contracted for a while, accepting my gift as if it were in tears for eternity waiting for me. Far more than her ass cheeks could contain spilled down the valley and ran a small stream through her cuntlips, ultimately splashing down upon my mother's soft chest. 

"Holy hell... he cums so MUCH!" Jackie remained overwhelmed by it all.

And right about then, as I began to dribble and not so much gush - Mom bent her face in between Jackie's cheeks, swallowing me up with her moist lips and tongue. I heard lewd sucking sounds, like a straw making certain there'll be nothing left at the bottom of the cup. Anything of mine, was not allowed to remain upon Jackie's hips... 

But that weren't enough... "Stand over her ass and point your cock at me... squat." She must have willed me into position because I don't remember recognizing quite what she wanted before I was there and done it. She'd pulled her pussy away from Jackie's mouth and slid her hips back in line, more equally below Jackie's own. Jackie's ass got pushed up high and her back arched down sharply, tits and face flat to the bed. I was turned around, squat over Jackie's waistline and my cock jutt out across her ass -- rudely pointed at my mother's forehead. And she sucked it...

The cleaning process was without flaw. A sharp smack of her lips followed each and every suck down my shaft. Her tongue would lay far across her chin, before pushing her face back down into Jackie's ass crack, casually lapping away at her (as if Jackie's semen-stained ass-crack were nothing other than a bowl of milk)... sometimes stabbing her tongue back into the forbidden. She might massage Jackie's golden cheeks for a while, admiring her reflection in it perhaps -- and then wash up whatever remained there with her qualified tongue. My cock would be handled, squeezed hard and made certain it's empty. More sucking. More licking, More moaning. Groaning. Her fingers would flat themselves out and draw on Jackie's thoroughly violated ass, yet somehow resist additional penetration to either her anus or cunt (maybe only because Jackie would want that some more... and that's how she wanted to leave her. Wanting more). She treated it all as if my cock had spun gold - my semen itself, was priceless devotion; repeatedly dedicating her eyes up to mine, conveying purpose and pure admiration. 

Among all that mess I could only see her saying, 'Do you see what I'm willing to do for you? I would do anything for you. Anything.'

Eventually her expert appreciation was visually complete. But that wasn't enough for her...

She had to add, "Is there more, Robbie? Please?"

I eyed her, confused. So she looked at my cock for an instant, then back up at me - her eyes never more innocent and vulnerable. Nothing at all what she'd been like to start this ordeal. I pushed my stiffness back down at her, instantly recognized and appreciated as what she desired. And she sucked me again, intensely, squeezing my cock at the base and funneling up to the head. She was right... there was more. 

Her moans made me certain she greatly appreciated that.

She slid out from under Jackie completely, while washing my remains from her face with her hand. Then rolled over herself, rubbing that hand between her own ass several times. Rinse and repeat. And finally bent over just as Jackie had been, calling her over.

"Now me..."

While my mother was thorough and smooth in her prior consumption - Jackie was tawdry and wild. She cackled and brayed with her face in there (an ass-slut, I guess you could call her). Full appreciation was given to the gracious opportunity to wiggle inside and worship my mother's cum-stained cavern. How little left there was no reason to stop. Jackie slapped her ass a few times - for being too sexy, of course. (I wanted to do that too. MANY times.) 

Eventually... Mom told her to stop. "That's enough now... It's time for you to go."

And Jackie was surprisingly sweet about it all. She slipped her leggings back up quietly and then said, "Don't worry, Serrah. I'm not gonna say anything. I promise you. You know I'm good for my word."

Mom was rolling around very slowly, in some sort of ethereal otherworld/afterglow now... "I know you are... I'm grateful. I hope you had a good time."

"Did I ever!" Jackie declared. 

"I'm glad. I just need to be with my son now."

And then I saw the evil eye return. "I bet you do!"

Mom allowed a little more presence to comment, "Jackeeeee... be nice."

"I'm just teasing..." Then she looked to me, "Robbie? Thanks so much for that. You were fantastic. Especially all bandaged up like that. You're a pussy pleaser for certain, young man. It's not just what's between your legs. I'm very impressed."

And that's a pretty nice thing to hear, when you're wrapping up your very first performance, eh. (Particularly from a woman like herself.)

"Thanks," I told her, "And I mean thanks... for... you know."

She gave me a genuine smile and offered up, "Trust me. It was my pleasure. I get to be forever known as your first now, double doses even. And I'll wear it like a badge of honor... Honestly, cuz that hurt!"

Mom interrupted. "That means she loved it, Robbie. That's a gold star from her."

And then she was off. And Mother and I were left on a bed covered in extremism. You'd think we'd want to rest now. But that was something my mother could not handle...

(We're not done, folks, not by a long shot. Serrah's not satisfied yet.)

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I lay back on the bed in silence. Rewinding all that had just happened in my head. I'm a man now? My virginity is history (worth writing down, even). My GOD that bitch was crazy, I didn't know they could be so rude like that and actually mean they're enjoying themselves, totally foreign concept to me at that point. And I just fucked ASS also!! Did that just happen?! I reamed her little handlebar hips full of all of me and she loved it?! Wait, she squirt some shit all over my room, did that actually occur? What the hell was that?! And My Mom was part of it all... God, she cleaned me out between Jackie's ass like the most hardcore pornstars out there - what do I think of that?! My god, she is lecherous and crude! But wait, I LOVED it!! My... mother... would DO that? That's how sexually devoted she is? Apparently nothing she won't do to support the lustful perversions of man? She's a gift that keeps on giving...




ThRobbie Ch. 06B



And that was when I felt her. Her mouth wrapped around my cock once again...

I had faintly recognized she was quietly moaning and moving around on the bed while I lay there nearly unconscious, for what must have been several minutes. I wasn't fully aware she'd been doing that, while I was floating through the remnants of what had happened. But she clarified the present, as she began to suck upon me once more with her all-accepting warm wet mouth. 

She moaned in a manner consistent with her patient suckling. But I was spent, flaccid and used. There's no way she could make me responsive once again. Unless she were my mother of course...

Eventually I looked down past my chest to witness her tender efforts. She'd pushed one of my legs off wide to the side, enough to allow her room in there to lay herself sideways - and continually rub her thirsty pussy, complimentary to the rhythm on me. I noticed her outer labia were even thicker than normal, packed full of pink puffy pleasure, crying out for resolve. Her fingers seemed to pet and protect it, providing reassurance that it won't be forgotten. Meanwhile, the heat of her mouth was pleasant and soothing, nothing greedy about it, rather, nurturing and conscious of my condition (nothing like Jackie at all).

Finally she spoke, it spilled out of her mouth like saliva, "I can't stop feeling horny... watching you fuck your virginity free... I'm so thrilled to have witnessed to that..."

A finger went inside her then, made her coo a bit. "Ohhhhhhh... my baby is a man now. Entered a woman. Tamed her. Made her his own... Pushed aside her defenses and told her not to fear it. Put his pain inside and it pleased her... She took my baby's birthright... And Mommy got to witness it... I guess I was lucky, if only to assist you... I'm so glad."

But glad she wasn't. It didn't quite appear that way. I worried for her.

Back into her mouth she took me, a bit more effort and insistence this time. She wasn't finishing me off... she was only beginning. Her moans increased their throaty desperation and her nostrils fed my shaft with heat and escalating tension. Her finger slowly entered herself and withdrew, occasionally circling the exterior of her now engorged clitoris without touching it directly.

I couldn't not react... 

"Oh, Robbie... you're growing for me. Can you? Does baby need some more?"

It then became a very inspired suck job. Mother wanted her son's erection and now that there were signs of life... it simply had to happen. If she could create it - it must continue, her duty to see things through.

In between her efforts, she would lie to me:

"I didn't mean to, baby."

"I wasn't paying attention."

"I only wanted to sing you to sleep."

"Mommy didn't mean to make it grow like that..."

By the time I was half erect she was telling the truth:

"It's just that... my pussy wouldn't go to sleep."

"I'm aching for you now and... you came for her, not me."

I told her that wasn't true and to prove it my expansion continued.

"I wanted to share but... it hurts inside now, honey."

"I know I shouldn't say this but... I'm feeling so empty inside. I should be feeling nothing but pride. Instead, I'm feeling bruised by... neglect. You don't neeeeed me anymore."

And that hurt my feelings. "Mom! Don't say that... I thought of you the entire time. When you were at the door I was thinking of you. I left it open FOR you. I never thought you'd come inside but... I'm SO glad you did. You made it all so much better for me. It wasn't the same without you there. Jackie was just a... thing between us, that's all she was. I needed you there. I made you suck it the way you like 'cuz I wanted you involved. I didn't care about her, your love was all I wanted. It was all for you."

By the time I'd finished with all of that she was sucking me off in earnest. I could feel her heart pulsing through her hand and mouth. Every confirmation of her importance increased her effort and I was getting fisted and affirmed at a damn near full erection, she began to slobber and mew - painfully, it seemed - eyeing my empathy and desire to convince her.

"Baby... she took away your gift. I want..." let me reiterate, she was very sordidly sucking my cock at this point; demonstratively slutty and desperate. It was mother feeding you breakfast when you're six but instead of Gerber in your mouth it's HER that's all sloppy about the swallowing and looking up at YOU for proper assistance. The innocence behind the eyes did not at ALL fit the crime. "I want sloppy seconds. Robbie, I need you to fuck me. I can't handle it any longer. I need you to fuck me so bad... Please don't leave me alone like this."

"But I thought..." 

She cut me off, as if I hadn't tried to speak. "Baby... do you think you might be willing to help me? I really need your help right now. I'm not the mother now, you are. Make me guilt free and FUCK me."

She rose up from her sideways position, her mouth askew and unkempt, saliva rolling thoughtlessly off her bruised lips - and straddled me, my cock pushed up between our hips, milking it like a water pump.

"I'll take second place. It's okay, honey. I don't mind being after her. I just need you to take it from me too. Do you want to be inside me also? I promise I'll make you feel good. I'll feel as good as her, at least... I think."

"Mom, you..."

But she cut me off again, the same manner as before; as if I had nothing to say. "Maybe I can just rub it on my pussy? You'll be fine, you just got fucked... I'm sure that you won't want to cum on me there..."

She backed off down my thighs several inches and pointed me directly at my birthplace, instantly flashing my thick-capped cockhead up and down her sloshy slit and all around her uniquely puffy pussy lips. I stopped trying to speak to her, contemplating her actions instead. Her moaning had matured into a more intentional tenor, demanding desperation; painfully persistent; panting. 

"With you touching me there maybe I'll feel better. Like that for a while... I might not need to..." suddenly she growled, "fuck it up inside me... like you so generously did for Jackie... I'm sure she deserved it... but I don't."

"MOM!" But it was no use. She wasn't listening to me. I had to let her work through this herself. 

Her grip just below the cap of my cock was stern and, honestly, becoming pretty painful. And then the reason became apparent. The head of my cock popped inside her collapsing resistance. If not for the fist just beneath it she may have swallowed me up completely. 

"Oh shit. Ohhhhhhhhh fuck... didn't mean for that to happen... I guess I better hold on tight... Can't have any mistakes ensue... Ohhhhh god that's a cockhead. Mommy has your head inside her."

But it didn't concern her enough to remove it. 

Instead she let her ass hit the bed and jack me around like she was a wheel. I was a tire iron, popping off a hubcap -- then spinning away at the bolts beneath it.

"Is that a cock in Mommy's pussy? Rrrrrrrrr... No it's not it's just the knob of one. It's not really fucking me, it's just... getting my cunt very READY to do so! Your flesh in there feels so goddamn good, baby, WHAT am I doing withOUT that?! Why would I be willing to WAIT so long?!"

And then she finally heard me... "For me."

Her actions stopped and her neck snapped up to meet my eyes. Some time elapsed before she spoke again... "What?"

"You've been waiting for me," I said simply.

Which is accurate on many levels: She swore off Cock cuz she suddenly found herself with a child to raise. Could not continue her licentious ways with this enormous responsibility so dependant on her. She'd been practicing the 'safest' of sex ever since (albeit perhaps more salacious than any other member of the chastity club), while waiting for me to grow into a man able to maintain and make claims for himself. Unexpectedly, it turns out I've got precisely what she's yearned for all along -- and she does for me. My full grown cock wants within her more than anything. And she's been waiting for exactly this kind of equipment to dedicate its preference for her, since the moment she stopped allowing for that.

This IS what she's been waiting for. Perhaps it's time to make it all worth it.

Her reaction said yes to all of that, and to thank me for saying it with such simplicity. Much like she'd planted herself across Jackie's body after sucking up her spray -- she dove forward onto me and swallowed my body up, limbs latched around me and lips locked onto mine. Followed by peppering kisses all over.

"You're so right, Robbie, and that needs to be over with. I can't deny it of myself any longer. It's no use doing so. I'll never be able to leave this alone. It HAS to happen, if only one time. But don't even talk about tomorrow just GIVE me today!" My cock was smashed between our bodies and it wasn't long before she went to riding it externally -- sat up straight and mashed her pussy down upon it, like bologna slathered in mayonnaise, and rode my unsunk shaft (forward and back) as an enthusiastic cowgirl would. 

"It's time to fuck your Momma's pussy, baby -- you were born to DO it!!" As if her pristine pussy on me weren't enough she wrapped her hand around my head again and swiveled my saliva-slathered flesh like a saddle grip, while continually throwing herself forward and back. "Wanna make love to me, honey? Wanna show me I'm better than anyone else? Wanna slip your fat cockmeat inside me? Inside a pussy that's been all alone since your sister was born? Would you do that for me, baby? Is that how much you love me?"

Her mouth began to twitch... indecisive of which spirit to inhabit, that of my nurturing mother -- or a cock-convincing harlot. (Why not both I say!)

Somehow she heard me and suddenly thrust herself back down my thighs with her ass arched up high in the air, kissing all over my cock shaft in between continual carnal encouragement. "My pussy tastes so good on you honey. I want it to taste deep inside me. Where no one has been in forever. Deep in there where I've been waiting for you. Where only you can find me."

No surprise, she then took me deep down her throat. All the way past her choking point, with her lips to my pelvis before she would stop. It happened in nearly one fluid movement. And just as soon she came back up off of it, gasping -- impatient with herself for needing oxygen before going audible again. "See, honey? That's how far you can go. I'll take you inside me, all of the way."

And then she was up on my lips again, kissing and moaning. She could not stop talking (and I was way past the point of agreement, so what the fuck?! I couldn't get a word in!). "I love you so much... When you're inside me I will be whole again. Do you know what that means? I'll be whole again once more, Robbie. All full of you."

And then her breasts were in my mouth.

"Suck on my titties. I want you to feed on me just like you used to. I want you to need me like that." Her other hand found the width and length of me below her and made certain I was never left alone. Assuring no part of selfishness. "I crave this beautiful cock of yours inside my pussy so damned bad... Tell me the truth, honey. Can you let me go without it? Can anything stand in the way?"

Finally I'd had enough of all this desperate talk. I somehow managed to sit up and drop her down to rest the back of her thighs on the tops of mine -- complimentary indian style (our limbs entwined). "Mom... you've got to stop talking. I'm not disagreeing with you."

She laughed. "I know, honey, I can't help it. You know how much I love all that stuff. Don't tease me about it." Then she squished my face at the cheeks, like a scolding, before mashing her lips against mine again. But I needed to take charge.

"Mom... stop. I just need to make sure." She fought me for a bit, insisting on kisses, but eventually relent and allowed me to speak. "If we do this... it won't upset you? Every other time there's been some sort of divider, psychological or otherwise. If we go through with this the way you want -- there won't be."

My best interest is her own well being. 

She was quick with a quip. "You already fucked some other pussy, that's separation enough for me. Don't convince me otherwise."

I let out a small laugh, "Okay. But you're sure you won't start, like..." I had to risk it, "crying or something?" 

Again, and I really was quite surprised, she had simply passed the point of denial (at least temporarily) and wasn't willing to accept anything that might halt the proceedings. "Baby, I'm not gonna cry. If I do it will be tears of JOY!"

Her focus went to my cock down between us... fisting it earnestly, bumping her quim up to my ballsack -- wanting closer more than anything -- rubbing away at the top portion of her pussy lips to match the speed of her cock-stroking... And then looked back up at me with beaming eyes and a tenderly bit-into lower lip. "Let's fuck now."

One last thing...

"What about..." I had to hesitate, "... Pregnancy."

The hand on her pussy went to my lips with a 'shh' finger (and she temporarily stopped stroking with the other) before she announced. "I bought birth-control pills when I went to tennis with Jackie, I took one last night, and today I bought some spermicide. There's a full fucking can in my purse right now, just begging to spray up my pussy. I knew I couldn't hold out for much longer. I didn't think toDAY... or maybe I did (she thought about that for one tiny moment)... but I'm prepared and if you just say the word I'll go get that can right now."

"What? You're on birth control?"

I could see that she wanted to erase this conversation as quickly as possible, her eyes were darting around the room as if there might be a sign somewhere that says, 'Don't fucking worry about it. Nothing bad will happen'. But she did remain honest.

"Maybe. I did end my period just before we started all this so it might be working already but the spermicide will ensure that and... do you want to fuck me?!" And right back to the spirited hand job and cunny come-hither action.

"What... what does maybe mean?" I had to question, confused.

Enough questions. She went to get answers; bolted from the room. I heard her stomp down the stairs and back in a flash; entered the room with a little spray can of some sort in her hand and leapt on the bed, knees up, legs spread, her pussy split open before me. 

"It means this!" she barked. Jammed the end of the can between her lips and puffed some amount of its contents within her. 

"What..." I started.

"I've never used it before but it's in there now. We're protected. It's supposed to work and I'm on the pill! I'm on the pill!! No more excuses, come fuck me or else!!" 

"You're sure it..." (I know, I should just shut the fuck up and bone down. But allow for the fact it's my mother not JUST some astonishingly hot piece of ass, okay? I had to be responsible.)

But she was now insistent, no more time for conversation. As far as she was concerned it had already begun. "Watching you sink inside Jackie hurt me so bad, honey, the ache inside is KILLING me! I want you deep inside me so bad. The longer we wait the more hollow it gets. Please, baby. Fix me..."

We both looked down at her foamy pussy. She was a little concerned about the look of it, and quickly wiped her hands across her exterior to clear away any excess. Cleaned her hand on the bed and checked things out a few times, every bit as much you'd expect from a woman used to valuing presentation at the highest level. Then she looked at me for assurance. Had she ruined it with that foreign substance? Would it all be over now?

"Baby...?

I knew just what to do.

I used my elbows to move over top of her and position myself for entry. I wanted my face right there close to hers when it happened. This would be nothing at all the way it was with Jackie. This oughta be what they call 'Making Love'. Or at least resemble that in some manner to start, eh.

Our lips immediately met and melt together like warm butter, her tongue timidly calling me forward, further, more complete. Meanwhile, my hips attempted to do just that... alas, I wasn't veteran enough to manage that move without assistance. 

"Let me help you," she encouraged. 

But my eyes told her that meant defeat. 

"It's okay, baby. I want to. I really like that part... Can I please?"

Not waiting for surrender, her hands reached down to help guide me inside, pressing her breasts together in such a way that not only felt fantastic on my skin -- her electric nipples sparking energy between us -- but served to push my chest up off of her and effect the end result.

Without much mechanical arranging necessary, my skin slipped past her unwilling resistance once again... just beyond her parting gates. And she held me there; eye's to my own with awe, admiration, and -- not to be ignored -- sudden awareness. 

"Are you sure?" I had to ask again.

"I'm certain," she answered after an undetectable delay. "Push forward... slowly."

Entering past her excessively feminine exterior was... so consuming, that would almost be enough. But as I continued forward within the interior of her welcoming velvet walls, cautiously rotating my hips while she tempered the distance I was able to penetrate -- I was struck with the transcendent emotions I felt. The distance I'd felt with Jackie, the foreign feeling of it all, was not felt within my mother. It may have been that I'd just become more familiar with it, or it may have been because that is in fact where I came from. To have my skin in there once more felt... so affirming, protected, wanted, desired, present, and... created. It felt like belonging. (Yes, I felt the odd sensation of foam in there but that hardly bothered me and maybe helped me to feel safe from impregnating her - as was her intention for us both.) 

I'd pushed inside maybe 2 inches when I looked up into her face again to see her grimacing. "Go slow, honey, it's been such a long time. Yours is not a toy... easy, baby... easy."

Her hands now faced up lightly in opposition to my hips. She was panting and blowing hard from her cheeks while I entered just as she said, as considerately as possible, while remaining insistent on solving her craven desire. My flesh within her was as tightly gripped with fear as it was with immeasurable trust. The all-encompassing sensation spun out well beyond the interior and wrapped around us both, externally. The most welcome sensations of being 'held' had never been more comforting. And yet, the vortex remained somewhat resistant. Uncertain. I could feel her saying so with the most private parts of her body, before she assured us through it audibly...

"That's good, honey... gonna be good soon... little bit more now... Mommy will like it. Mommy wants all of you, desperately..."

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, accelerated, until her cheeks were literally fluffing like a windbag. (It wasn't just due to the size of me, or the fact that I was her son -- she hadn't had a stiff cock in there in 16 fuckin' years!!)

Something more than half of me was in there when she let go of guiding my hips and fell back on the bed, flat. 

"Baby... go back where he came from..."

And just as I pulled back for one more delicate thrust of near complete insertion... the one she'd been anticipating perhaps... she passed out cold. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her neck went limp and dropped her skull to the side. 

I panicked and drove myself within her while lurching forward to awaken her. Unexpectedly, that did the trick. Her eyes flashed back open, triple their usual sleepy size. And then the enormity of the situation hit her - literally and figuratively. 

"...You're inside me."

"I am." I smiled.

Suddenly she burst into tears, more obvious joy than anything else (just as she'd predicted). 




ThRobbie Ch. 07



Once I'd finally fucked my mother, the six days of sexual excess that followed made the simple act of cocking a cunt sound tame, and trivial. It became clear to me she's addicted to danger, an extremist. Which not only explains how the prior six says had escalated so quickly from an unintentional wag of my partially obscured/ undisciplined dick in her face -- to cock-craven carnal and corruptive full frontal fucking, drenched in oral accompaniment that no Mother could believably ever utter.

But my mother was unlike any other. In form, features, and fearless unrelenting devotion. Her passion and zeal for extreme satisfaction, approval, and assured exhibition -- would exhaust anyone other than herself. Once I'd tapped the portal to her suppressed sexuality (not dormant at all, more like disciplined down), the rebellious fury that burst forth made obvious why she'd ever consider a painfully chaste 16yrs leading up to these dozen-plus days of erotic eruption with me.

For 6 more days she would audibly crave my erection and purposefully pump me for every ounce of conviction that I could supply. Soon the doors of our home were captivity, and the fence-line beyond a suffocation of our incestual activity. She had to put it out in the public. Continually daring any voice of reason to punish her for sinfully succumbing to such deviant behavior with her very own son. And in the process, seducing ever more flesh into the fold...

Until it stopped. 

One more thing about the 6 days that followed... my incapacitated arms would have their bandages removed and freed from confinement - on the 7th. There was one more encounter beyond that before she was able to put a stop to it. But I hadn't expected any end ever to occur by then. Regardless, for the experience of those days in between, I'd gladly go through the painful removal all over again...

The morning that followed the deflowering of both myself, and any sort of flimsy incestual barrier we'd maintained to that point, I woke to find my mother lying next to me. 

It seemed she'd been doing that type of thing more and more often as these days moved forward. I'd find her in my room in some manner, when I'd open my eyes to a new day... or the lingering late night. She would be there. 

But this was different.

Normally she's not laying there fingering herself; watching her movements cause my morning erection to wag and tug at the helpless sheet of fabric between us. Normally she waits for some sort of agreement to take place before we allow direct pleasure to take precedence. But that progression was past. 

She was beneath the sheet over top of us, legs askew (though not in direct contact with my own), her hands no doubt down between her thighs, stifling a continual moan of pained desire. I watched her for a few moments before she recognized I was awake. 

Once she did I was greeted with a little-girl chew on her bottom lip and a guilty apology.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

One of her hands came up from the pleasure center to effectively add a finger to her innocent sinning. The aroma was obvious. As was the wet results of her efforts below. She toyed with the tacky strings of pleasure for a moment, smiling, waiting for a response from me other than my eyes.

"Have you been there all night?" I asked harmlessly.

"No. I was over there..." she point to the corner of the room, dangling residual sex off her finger, "on the floor for most of it."

"Why over there?" I laughed.

"Cuz I was fucking myself all night and I didn't want to disturb you."

"You're kidding?!" How could that be possible after what we'd spent the day doing? My god!

An honest frown took over her face. "Don't make fun of me. I'm serious... It was very painful but I left you alone."

I'd become awake enough now to notice that her aroma wasn't just present beside me. The entire room was thick with it. We'd momentarily opened the windows following the banshee sex her, myself, and her best friend Jackie engaged in the day before -- but apparently she'd been at it long enough to overwhelm any formerly fresh air. 

She could tell I was smelling it.

"And please don't tease me about my personal smell either."

That was not an issue for me. "Trust me. I like the smell. You can paint the walls with it if you'd like."

"Oh. Good."

Her manner was unusually docile and quiet. Unafraid to expose her actions at all but most definitely subservient about it. 

I noticed she had a youthful looking tube top on -- pink and yellow stripes that ran horizontal. It wasn't much to cover her properly. In fact, it may not have been worn since before she got the boob job. 

"Did you go running in that?" I asked.

"No... I've been in here since well before morning, I told you."

"But you dressed?"

She smiled and let her pinky hang on in her mouth. "Sort of..."

I guess she'd been waiting for me to ask that. Her response was soon followed by a slow reveal of her body as the sheet came down. Initially it appeared maybe she only had the tube-top on but as things moved further forward she pulled her knees up and revealed matching, pink-striped, cotton sock-stockings that claimed her legs all the way to mid thigh (the edges were frayed and aged there, perhaps from incessant tugging). Other than that she wore nothing below but bare pussy.

More important than the reveal of her uncensored outfit was that the bed was completely soaked. And I mean SOAKED! Pretty much a puddle beneath her.

"I made my own mess..." she cautiously whispered, while her limbs quietly squirmed around. "Sorry."

"Naughty girl," I offered her, pleasantly. 

"I know." she agreed.

And then I noticed a THIRD more important thing. There was a pretty thick and intimidating black dildo protruding from between her thighs, mostly stuffed under her cheeks (it wasn't inside her, it was underneath). She allowed her legs to butterfly outward until she was sure I could see it and then admit, "I was having a difficult time waiting for you."

And that had to be true because the very last thing I noticed was her pussy was a red colored raw. And I mean unquestionably so. Her usual color of diminished pink had gone crimson overnight. 

She must have read my anguished face in witnessing that. "I told you it was painful."

I was aghast. "Mom! What were you doing?"

But she wasn't much alarmed, nor apologetic. There was a calm about her. It wasn't 'relaxed', she was clearly full of desire, but apparently all that bruising had put her into some sort of ethereal state of perpetual patience... She was crushing on compulsion, though maybe confident enough she'll ultimately attain her desire to accept the eternal waiting. 

"Pl... punishing myself." She had thought to say 'pleasure' but she changed her mind to something perhaps more accurate.

"Why?!" I threw the sheet aside myself to move in for a closer look. There must be something I can do.

"For being an insatiable slut... and fucking my very own son." In moving aside the sheet I'd revealed my morning erection, which she recognized instantly and slowly moved a hand to it.

"What? No!"

"Yes..." Her motion on me didn't seem to be against what she had done the day before though. Her hand was slowly warming to my cock with the utmost in assured affection.

"Are you... upset with yourself?" Once again, here's me, confused.

Again, her hand was assuring me everything's fine. Milking me like a baby. Until she was able to grip me firm and squeeze up some of my internal fluid on her fingers. She took that to her mouth and sucked on them.

"Not anymore," she timidly assured me.

Her pussy looked to be in so much pain. I wanted badly to do anything I could to cure it. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I worked it out over night. I'm fine with it." Her hand went back to my cock. "Can you do something for me though?"

"Of course! What do you need?"

I should have known without asking.

"Can you kiss it and make it all better?"

"Yes, yes! I would love to do that." I quickly rustled around to find a position to achieve success with that honor (given my still limited appendage situation). 

"That would be nice. But you need to calm down first." She wasn't initially willing to let go of my impatiently stiff dick.

So I stopped rustling about and tried to calm down. She's going to want this done carefully, not urgently. I need to find her mood and warm up to that. My mindset for this isn't right just yet. Meanwhile, she tried to show me just the kind of sensible approach she would like by her movements - both of her own limbs and that of her hand delicately fondling my balls and shaft. 

Again I had to take notice of that thick black dildo (not a vibrator) pressed under her sweet ample cheeks. Out of curiosity, I asked, "Any particular reason you chose a black one?"

She smiled. "Yes... but it's not what you think." She tugged me a bit closer with her grip on my cock, perhaps thinking I was matching her mood more agreeably. "I've never been with a black guy. To be honest I'm not sure I'd like to but... the color makes it feel more... dangerous. Whenever I can't trust myself to stay away from sex... I've used this to convince me that I can." By then she'd removed it. Dropped it to the other side of her thigh and pushed it away. "And by the time I'm done with it... I do."

But that would mean... I'm so fucking confused.

"Will you kiss me there, tenderly, while I tell you about last night?" She made sure I wasn't. She wants me to eat the pussy, cautiously and tenderly. Don't give a damn about anything else. 

I lay on my side with my left arm out under her opposite thigh, initially kissing my way up from the knee closest to me. My most important feature remained within her grasp that way, as clearly she had no interest in letting go of it.

"Oh that's nice, Robbie. That's very sweet of you."

Hurray!! Wait, okay, stay calm...

"Yes, take your time."

And I did. As she brought me up to speed on her thoughts overnight.

"First of all I want you to know that yesterday was fantastic... fucking you... but I spent the early part of the night awake, rolling around in my bed, thinking, 'I've just had sex with my son. What have I done?' But with every admission of guilt... I couldn't stop pleasuring myself while I thought about it all. Everything that happened... or hadn't yet."

My right thumb came into contact with the hood of her genitals, but she begged that right off -- sharply stiffening before urging me, "Don't touch it, honey. I'm much too sore. Just kisses right now." 

So I supplied them. Pressing daisies around her little fur-patch. (Though sometimes, I lightly chewed at the hairs there also. Just hair, not skin - I don't know why.)

"Oh, that's nice. I feel much better already..." Her hand on my cock began to confirm that. "I love the security of holding your cock in my hand."

"I know," I told her simply. And she liked that. I could tell by the giggle between her legs.

"Anyway... after a while my fingers weren't enough. Since I stopped messing around with the real thing I've been using toys a lot, but... they're not always as necessary... as they were last night. I started small cuz I was already sore from you..."

"I'm sorry," I said, and put a careful quiet kiss above the tip of her hood. There's a tiny spot just between her sex and her hair there. 

"Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong... Well, except for that taunting thing about getting me pregnant. Don't let me convince you otherwise, I do NOT want you doing that. Don't ever erupt in me... completely."

I chuckled a bit.

"I'm serious, Robbie, don't ever."

And she did sound very serious. I apologized verbally and physically again.

"That's much better..." And as is her consistency she said so agreeably to my cock as well. "Anyway, I kept upgrading in size. The way you felt so full in me... the toys weren't enough. Eventually I settled on the black one cuz that's my go to toy for safety in the past."

She feels safest with an intimidating black dildo bashing into her gash... got it. Whatever. 

"But that wasn't doing enough for me either. I was having all sorts of visions of things past... and present... and fantasies of the future. Things that I've tried not to think about for ages."

And I knew her vulnerabilities require assurance so I moved a bit lower and just softly blew hot air on her sensitive parts. That got a soft moan from her before she continued.

"Until enough hours had gone by that I thought you might be... you know... stiff again in your sleep. The last couple nights I've been in here at 3am, 4am, it's usually awake by then." She took a moment there to appreciate the fact she had it in her hand. No need to wait for it any longer. "I thought maybe if I just came inside and watched you for a while... I'd feel safer."

Which meant to me it might be safe to plant a kiss at the split of her lips. So I did. And I could tell from their whispered response to me that I did well. 

"Yes, Robbie..." As well as hers. "So I stood at the base of your bed for a while, to look at your pyramid... your tent... But all it did was taunt me, like it usually does. Carry on a conversation with my frustrated pussy... I'd brought the stop-cock toy in with me and started using it on myself while still standing up. But after a while I realized what the problem was... It was too soft. It just wasn't stiff enough to satisfy me anymore."

And that seemed to mean I could get more deliberate? My tongue might be okay? Having blown on her a few times and measured that with kisses, maybe it might be okay to let my tongue slip out and slowly lick up the length of her.

"Oh yes, Robbie... you're listening to it..." Her free hand went to my hair and combed through it. Which ought to mean more pressing is possible... 

It did. Not much more deliberate than her feather touch in my hair. "Oh yes, that's right..." I stayed with that for a while. Cautiously meandering along her slit but avoiding her clit.

Feeling confident with me now, she continued, "Eventually I put a finger in my butthole cuz that normally helps... But it didn't, so I used two... both my middle fingers..." She was beginning to pant now. "Oh, baby, you can kiss me now deeper inside. You're doing so well..."

I did as she affirmed and allowed my tongue to lightly press her lips apart, and taste her inside, as if she were holding a ripe peach above my lips and letting it drip it's juices down to my tongue. 

"I was fucking myself with the soft cock and finger banging my ass for long enough to know I couldn't keep standing there forever... so I sat on the floor instead and continued." She began to get more vigorous with the real deal in her hand. Jerking at me now. "Then I thought if the toy went in my ass instead that might be overwhelming enough for me to calm down..."

Her hips began to control the motions of my mouth and show me where it was safe to continue. I just followed her lead and made sure I gave calm but assured response to wherever she asked for it. 

"But it wasn't. It wasn't enough. In fact, your cock told me to stop that cuz you hadn't been there yet... Oh my gawd... that's it, baby... So I just sat on my ass and fucked myself until the sun came up..." She was getting really breathy now. "Stiffen your tongue into a point, honey... yeah, like that..."

Once I'd done that her hips began to move like I would, pushing at and off me hard enough for my tongue to dart in her hole and my lips to melt within hers. In addition to that, she rode my face a bit, lifting her hips. And a few times (I'm a little embarrassed) my tongue ended up near - if not between - the cheeks of her ass, and ultimately (ok, I admit it) I tasted her rosebud. I'm relieved to say it didn't taste much different than the rest of her skin (except for her pussy, which tastes like sugar, and her nipples that suck like maple syrup). She loved it and that's all that really matters. 

"Oh yes!..." Her commentary went into the usual onslaught of effort when she's closing in on a cum that she's become near exhausted in chasing. "Once the light pushed through the curtains I had a better visual on your cock beneath the sheet and I really went at myself, fucking my biggest eight-inch rubber dong that was two-inches too short now and not nearly as stiff as you to satisfy me at all. I was going to scream from frustration so I stuffed one of your socks in my mouth cuz I was still trying to fight off the idea of having sex with my son and I didn't want you to see me like that!" 

Her jerking on me was now uncomfortably incessant as if she were literally attempting to tear me towards her by the skin of my shaft -- which I wouldn't allow cuz I wanted to finish on HER! 

"I was hurting so bad for so long and I just couldn't stop the craving! But I didn't want to wake you, just cuz I'm being an insatiable little size-slut, you need your rest -- particularly after yesterday and... I just shoved myself all full of guilty pleasure instead..." Her hips were now full-fledged fucking my face. "But then something beautiful happened, oh baby, please come closer..." I refused. She was moments from cumming all over my lips and that was top priority for me. "Oh soon, so soon... I wasn't even on the bed but your cock began to jerk around under the sheet by itself. It was THROBBing! You were flat on your back and it did it all it's own, barking at me to get over there! So I did and the sheet flew off -- I don't know if I did that or it did -- and your big fat cock-crown was torquing and oozing from the eye and I knew you were going to suddenly blow, just like I wanted so desperately to!"

By then she had her fist in my hair and there was no escape for my face.

"So I swallowed my mouth around you and made sure to not waste an ounce, and... ROBBIE, suck on my clit now, softly!" As if I had a choice she positioned me there to do so, but I did make sure to suck it like she said so, like flesh that wants to remain there and not a slurpy at the bottom of a straw. "I sucked on your cock in your sleep and it fed me like everything unspoken was understood and I want so much more of it beginning to-DAY!!!"

I barely held on while she channeled an entire night's frustration into my warm, happy-to-help-her, face. The roll off from that took quite a few turns as she fumbled around -- kicking her legs out as if they were crutches, mixed in with random spikes of unknown destination. Her grip on my cock never let go, and that hurt a bit (though certainly not as much as she'd experienced during the course of the last unknown hours). The energy and relief I felt blasting off her was palpable. I could taste it evaporate all around us. I really felt what it must be like to be feminine, like, I suddenly understood it all better. That frightened vulnerability, frustrated release, and cautious resolve into calm. 

Finally she came down from there far enough to speak again to mortals and recognize the blood she'd cut off in my shaft. "Baby, I'm sorry -- did I hurt you?"

Right? That's her first concern? Didn't I just listen to an episode of hours and hours that may have killed a lesser woman? Her first concern is she may have damaged her son's equipment while temporarily engaged in a screaming orgasm that did nothing but please me to be able to supply. 

"Mom. It doesn't hurt that bad. You oughta learn to be less generous sometimes." 

"Oh no I won't. Cuz after that discussion with your cock last night? I've come to terms with it. I laid here in your bed and I spoke to it. Casually playing with myself for the rest of the morning... as you can see... Knowing that I'd fucked my son the day before, just sucked him off in his sleep -- and I know that I want more." Her hand lovingly began to caress the bulb of my cock and appreciate the liquid response that it had for her. "My pussy is way past sore. We can't do anything more with that today. But I have other options."




ThRobbie Ch. 07



And with that she pulled her thighs together, with an arm corralled under her knees, up and over my head; swaying her hips back and forth casually. The definition of other 'options' was clear. The soft round skin of her butt-cheeks were shiny and in need of caress. That little hole between them a little more noticeable than usual. 

"I'll always be generous with you... And you can start with my mouth..."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

Mom's pretty ass-cheeks were stroking my eyes and I was sure she meant to say she wanted my cock in between them. 

But she didn't.

Not yet.

"I guess I have one more favor to ask of you," she said, wetly. 

Her hand tugged at my cock, squeezing several times in succession like Morse code. I heard that saying, 'Sit up beside me'. So I did (kinda sorry to leave the vision and perfection of the underside of her thighs and very inviting soft tushy).

As I sat up she continued, "I do feel a bit guilty about sucking you off while you were unconscious. That I had my way with you and not the other way around..." Her hand left my muscle alone, suddenly. But soon I wasn't annoyed by that departure. "So I want to return the favor."

Both her hands were required to pull that undersized tube top off of her chest. Her tits tugged out of there fantastically; outraged and timid all at once. I watched them stick to the fabric impulsively while her arms crossed over each other, until her nipples yanked free and led the charge for release. Her brilliant globes then argued with gravity for a moment, bouncing to and fro, fighting to obey the leadership of her gravity resistant, thick erect nipples. Until the heft of her flesh rest, submissively supportive and resolutely in agreement with her swollen, pointy, tips (in some ways like worker bees holding up a hive). 

I was wanting to watch her to do that again. Over and over. All damned day long. 

But she had other plans. 

I'd expected her to toss aside the now useless fabric. But that wasn't the purpose of taking it off. Instead it immediately went to her eyes. She crossed it and looped it back over, twice -- effectively creating a blindfold. And if there was any doubt about that, she better defined the purpose.

"I want you to fuck me blind."

I had to laugh for a while. She's fucking amazing. Colorful in any equation. (I challenge you to find a more entertaining, generous, and fully equipped female.)

"What?" I laughed some more while she giggled in admission (a little bit frustrated I was killing her mood but unable to ignore the fact that she's so cute and comical).

"Stop laughing," she chuckled out, "you're ruining my romantic mood!"

I laughed some more, "Okay, I'm sorry. But I thought you said your pussy is basically torched for the day. Now you want me to fuck you blind?"

Having temporarily lost the battle for 'romance' she added, "Mouth. I said you can start with my mouth, remember?" As if I were completely stupid she opened her mouth and pointed in there a few times. 

"I want you to fuck my face again, you dumbass!"

Her fists went into the bed like a little girl having a fit -- but her lips all curled up at the corners said otherwise (even though she was trying to frown).

I figured I'd discredit her enough so I moved a little closer towards the mood I guess she'd intended. "Ohhhhhhh, you want me to face fuck you, eh? Is that all?"

She wait for a moment, not sure if she should agree with me. But relented, still perturbed about maybe not getting gifts that she wanted.

"Yes..."

And that time she managed a full frown. Adorable. 

While she was working that out I fumbled around the bed. And in doing so I did recognize the purpose of the blindfold. Every motion I made had an effect on her head, unsure of where I was going. She held a tilt to it that you see on every truly sight disabled person on the street, looking somewhere beyond. 

It was difficult, but I finally managed to stand. She was near the center of the bed at that point and for some reason had her hands out to her sides, stretched behind her, palms pressed to the wall. That appeared to partially be for reasons of stability while I shifted around. But clearly something else as well. 

 Submission. 

By the time I was upright with my feet between her cotton-covered spread thighs... I was fucking turned on extreme. 'Sight unseen' appeared to afford me a position of even greater power. Her ability to defend herself, and more so -- not interfere or interact with me -- would require a tremendous degree of discipline (particularly for someone like her). She'd be forced to simply maintain unfettered trust, in her nakedly compelling desire for me to come forward. 

 'I'm guilty. Fuck my face while I can't see -- and set me free.' 

The frown had soon resolved into that chewable lower lip thing we all love so much. Her hands began to claw at the wall a bit, already having problems staying still. My erection swayed around some, close enough for her to smell the misdirection. Her chest rose and fell in anticipation.

 'Where is he going? Will he bring it to me? What will he do with me when he gets here?' 

We hadn't said anything for a minute or two before I spoke up. 

"Are you hungry this morning, Mother?"

She gasp when I spoke. As if she forgot there was someone there. Before she answered, quietly once more.

"Yes. Very."

Without my instruction my cock responded, constricting at the base of me while tugging upon the ropes within that pull it upward. They understood each other now, she and he. It didn't speak to me anymore, it spoke to her, directly. (Honestly, it said nothing to me as it always had. It didn't need to anymore. Its prey had been obtained.)

"Are you thirsty too?" I added.

"Oh yes. I'm always very thirsty."

Again communication occurred without me. The strength within it tore at itself until it produced a suitable amount of fluid -- splashed down onto her inner thigh. Which isn't all that unusual after I wake up in the morning, and even less so after the excitement I felt in giving her oral just moments before.

She reacted as if my mark had slit her skin like a blade would, "Oh god... please... can I touch that?"

But of course I knew the answer. I knew all the answers without any education. I could hear her ask for them.

"No." 

"Mustn't...?"

"No. Mustn't touch."

But her thighs did not agree and began to roam.

"Stay still," I told her. 

"Oh fuck, Robbie... I don't know if I can do this."

Screw that. I'm into it! "It was your idea. Have you ever done it before?"

Her breasts began shaking around, though she kept her hands pressed back against the wall as if they were chained there.

"No. I tried one time when I was young. But I couldn't take it. I wasn't willing..." and at the mention of that her thighs stopped moving and pressed themselves down flat to the bed. "I wasn't willing to let someone else have control of me quite like that."

"But you'll do that for me?"

Her back continued to yank off the wall on one end and toss her breasts aside -- again, nothing was locked there, only her compliance. And then that stopped also. She relaxed. The expansion of her lungs accepting responsibility as the only movable part of her body.

"I will," she said.

I took a moment just to look at her like that. Comprehend what that meant. The difficulty involved. It might be the same as me refusing my own erection at the sight of her naked torso. Clearly I had no such discipline. 

Then again... the image of my dominant erection shadowed over top of her willing and supplicant chest... My erect cock maintains the purpose of anticipation. Don't put that away.

"I'm going to reward you for that," I told her. 

"Oh yes..." her hands clenched again behind her. "Please do."

But I didn't like this set-up. Standing on the bed. I didn't like the soft, unstable feeling under my feet, I suppose. I wanted the only thing soft in the room to be her. That made much more sense.

Make her even softer.

So I walked me and my big strong dick off the bedside. Immediately her features responded in confusion. Initially thinking I might be coming forward. But then clearly wasn't. The release of such weight off the bed had to mean I had gone away completely!

"Robbie...?

I said nothing. I listened for her to tell me what to do with what she wasn't saying. And it told me to walk to the other side of the bed. To do so loud enough that she could hear me, but not any louder than that. Footsteps of anticipation...

"Honey, are you...?

Am I what? Folding open the blinds? Do you feel any sunlight? Am I going to retrieve something? Someone? Is anybody looking at you other than me? Am I going to come back?

"Should I...? Is there something I should...? Did you want me to...?"

Do, do, do, was all she could think of. What does SHE need to do? Has to do something. Not used to that NOT being necessary. The idea that someone will take care of that for her is foreign. It never works out that way. Very uncomfortable for her.

 'I want him to have his way with me. What do I need to do to get him to do that?' 

And then I walked back to the other side. Having done nothing where I ended up before. This time I stopped at the base of the bed. Much too far away.

My cock didn't like that.

"Come over here," I finally allowed. "It's better for you over here."

When I said it her head had been turned to my initial location off the bed, expecting me to return there -- she wanted to be ready there if I had. But her anticipation was false. I wouldn't be that predictable. 

It left her uncertain. "I can let go? Of the wall?"

"Of course," I agreed. As if it were exactly what it was -- just a fucking wall that had no hold on her. She let go, almost surprised her palms came off of there, and walked her hands before herself towards my voice. As she began it, I added, "Dummy. I never asked you to chain yourself up to a wall in the first place." 

She smiled beneath her pink and yellow striped, handmade blindfold, and offered. "Don't make fun of me, you bastard."

Which I had expected her to say. "Oh you'll find out what a bastard I am... when you get here."

She shook her head at herself on the way over. Why would I do this to myself?

Initially I was perched with my stiff cock held over the edge of the bed, protruding towards her. But once she got within sniffing range (which she did in fact recognize), I stepped back a few inches silently. She slowed her progress when she got that close. Thought that she would be enticing to me about it instead, smiling in that devilish smile that she's perfected, expecting her cheek to brush against my flesh at some point.

Wrong. It's not there. 

For a moment her hand went up...

"Ah, ah, ah... no hands."

She was a little defiant. "But you said the wall..."

So was I. "I said the wall doesn't matter and it don't. But you're not allowed to use your hands. Try being me for awhile, eh." 

That was a very effective comment. Her submission now had an even greater motivation. Her body then noticeably inhabit a more docile form. "I see. That makes sense."

"Come closer." 

I said it as if she were at fault for misdiagnosing my distance. But when she did move forward, I did the same in reverse again. Silently. 

Her hands were now precariously close to the edge of the bed and she could clearly tell that, so she gingerly reached out in front of herself but not any higher above that level.

"Noooo, I said..."

She interrupted me. "You want me to fall off the bed, I can't see!"

Hmm, she did have a point there. That would be bad. What was good about that though was it verified she really can't see a goddamn thing, which I wasn't totally sure of given the light color of the fabric over her eyes. Maybe it helped that we hadn't turned any lights on and only had the morning sun pushing beneath my blinds and reflecting around the room. (And btw, that gave her perspiring skin a golden glaze that any of us could truly appreciate.)

"Be miraculous and use your legs, sit on the edge of the bed."

She let out a sigh, 'Fine, make me feel stupid'. But trust me, it was all part of removing her defenses and limiting her preference for 'active' participation. If I let her think she's intelligent enough to actively assume or outsmart any of this -- ruins the entire purpose of removing her responsibility for anything. Which WAS the purpose of this event. I knew that.

Once she had herself sat at the edge of the bed -- I had to admire her again. She did sit there as if she was helpless. Maybe even a little bored suddenly (which was also a defense, a false one). I liked that better than her remaining conscious in proJECTING how compelling she is. I wanted to reverse that. Let her abSORB it instead. Like I'd been doing the last few days.

So I stood there and tried to fondle myself for a while. I was particularly firm (from ego) and probably 20 minutes past the point where I'd like to blow a load cuz my body woke up. For years that's how I'd do it, wake up and masturbate. Until a few days ago -- when I became handicapped and she took care of those needs for me. And now I had her sitting there, nude, patiently waiting for my any desire. My mother (a fantasy for any man) had become the entire alphabet of participation in my life. From A to Z. I honestly just wanted to jack off right in front of her like that. Let it all sink in without being bombarded about constant upgrades to sexual fulfillment. I just wanted to look at her. And react.

"What are you doing?" She could faintly hear me try to do something with my hands, I'm sure.

"I'm trying to jack off while you're sitting there."

"What? Why? I can..."

"Because you're just so fucking beautiful."

Somehow I said that right and it amazed her for a moment. But she tried to throw it away.

"I'm just sitting here, I wasn't even trying to be sexy."

Which is precisely what I wanted her to recognize.

"I know. It doesn't matter. You are." My erection wanted to squirt at her. Make her certain. I dribbled a bit instead. "You couldn't stop that if you tried."

I'll be honest, I think that really worked for her. And if she hadn't had cotton strapped across her eyes I might have seen reflective proof in them. Instead, her body began to glow.

"Thank you, Robb..."

"Show me your pussy," I interrupted her.

She hadn't expected that. And when I said it her limbs we're all clamed up in cotton from her toes on up to mid thigh. I couldn't see anything other than that little free patch of hair above her pussy. 

"I want to see it," I repeated. A little impatient.

"Okay..."

She started to open them up in an intentionally sexy manner, very practiced in the reveal. But I didn't want that.

"Stop. Don't be sexy about it. Do it like you're not even aware I'm here."

"Okay..."

As far as I could tell she did like I asked, but it was still sexy beyond belief. The treasure between her legs could never be seen as otherwise.

"Yeah..." I muttered, like a hungry dog. 

"Really?" My reaction surprised her. With such little effort I'd see it that way?

"Yeah... that's such a pretty pussy."

I could see her attempting to understand why I'd want to diminish her efforts to display herself as sexy -- and at the same time offer accolades. (Albeit crude ones.)

"Do you want me to touch you?" she asked.

"No..." I said with certainty. "Touch yourself."

"Honey, I'm really sore. Besides, this is about..."

"You." I interrupted her. "This is about you. And I want you to touch it anyway. I don't care if it's sore."

"Baby, it's..."

"Touch!" I demanded. Like a caveman.

"Okay..." 

"Be careful if you need to," I more considerately allowed.

"Thank you," she offered. 

She was very, very careful about it. Hardly if at all daring to move her outer lips in any manner. Which was perfectly fine. I didn't care about it any more. I got compliance of a type she hadn't predicted. So while she thought about that...

"Your breasts are the most magnificent I've ever seen. In photos, videos, anywhere. Remember that day when we were in the bathtub, and I got your chest wet on purpose?"

"Yes," she recalled.

"I worked pretty hard to get that nipple out of there. And when it burst free..." A small spurt from within my shaft tossed out as I thought about that, and made a noticeable splat on the wooden floor. She may have heard it but I continued talking right through it, "I'd never seen anything more compelling in all my life. The idea that I used to feed from a nipple as explosively sexual as that... made me crazy with lust to have that again."

I detected a tiny moan within her but she held it back. Perhaps thinking that might be a conscious effort at sexy and she'd already clued in that I didn't want her working at that. So she quickly recovered and spoke over herself as well. "It wasn't just me then? Lusting for you that morning?"

"Are you kidding? I led that parade." I flatly claimed.

"Oh... well I guess you're right. I guess you did."

Interestingly, by the time she finished saying that she was in agreement with me. But when I started about it, she clearly thought it was all of her doing. (And if you remember that chapter, it wasn't. I was very intentional that morning and while she certainly responded and took hold of things, I created that accordance.)

I noticed her shoulders go softer after responding. Her mouth didn't close up tight when the words stopped either.

"You're still very wet," I told her. Noticing the bedding below her was stained. 

"Yes... I am." Her unused hand bunched up in the sheets at her side. "Is that okay?"

"Yes, it is." I informed her. "I want you to carefully dip a finger in your slit and coat it some. So you can use that to make your nipple shiny like it was that day when I knew I'd need to suck it some more, for sexual fulfillment and not just nourishment." 

Her body chirped and she was unable not to moan a bit before refusing it.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to moan just now. I'll do what you asked."

I continued to dictate terms while she carefully slipped a finger between the lips of her hips. 

"Did you moan just now for me, or yourself?" 

"I don't know... neither one, I think. It just happened."

And that's what I needed to hear from her.

"It's perfectly fine then. Allow it to happen."

"Okay..." she was a little confused about what I was saying, while she thought about moving that finger to her nipple.

"Mom... allllllllllow it to happen. You don't need to force it."

"Oh." Her finger remained frozen within her.

"Or maybe better said, not resist it," I verified.

"Ohhhhhh... I think I know what you mean now," she said. 

Interestingly, her finger did not leave her pussy and go to her nipple like I asked. It suddenly felt more comfortable where it was already. There wasn't any resistance. 

"Remember when you showed me your pussy under your tennis outfit at the breakfast table?"

"Yes," she giggled, embarrassed. 

"That's when I knew I needed to fuck you," I told her. Once again, flatly. 

It was a little bit sudden and inappropriate, how I threw the fuck word at her. She bit at her lip. Unsure of what to say.

"I had to have that pussy. The prettiest pink I could think of. It looked to be the most caressive and comforting haven I could ever encounter. And you had it right there within you. That pussy where I come from. You could provide me a warmth unlike any other. I needed to go back there. I had to go back inside." 

She moaned again. And chewed at her lip some more.

"Remember how I fucked the couch cushions?"

"Yes..." There was breath in her voice now. She still had not removed that finger from herself.

"And how you told me not to turn around?"




ThRobbie Ch. 07



"Yes," a sharp intake of breath.

"But I did it anyway, didn't I? I had to burst my love upon you. Not on the couch. On you. Where it was meant to go."

"Oh!" her finger no longer appeared to just be at the entry, she'd sunk in a knuckle and might be inside herself.

"I made that choice, not you. I did that."

"Yes. You did," she huffed out.

"You told me not to do that even though you wanted that more than anything. You didn't want to 'Let' that happen, but I did what I wanted to instead and creamed an inspired load of pleasure all over my mother. Didn't I?" 

"Yes, you did!"

Her hips were getting involved now and while she was still very careful (which I made sure to observe) she had a double knuckle fingering going on down there. That had to be internal.

"And then you tortured me for a day or so because you didn't seam interested in sucking it out of me, direct from the source, anymore." My cock was groaning and often releasing incomplete desire from within, marking the floor where she could not know.

"But I didn't want to do that. I needed you in my mouth so bad!" Her neck extended without a known direction, struggling with the concept of indecision.

"Spit on your fingers and pinch at your titties. Both nipples. I want you to twist on them and pull at them. Until it hurts. Like it hurt me when you put your lust away."

"Robbie," she whined in apology. But her finger came out of her pussy and I watched it groan in frustration. She may have been moments from cumming. But she did precisely as I told her and spat on her hands in a hurry, much more than necessary -- and tore at her tits with criminal intent. Her lips dangled spit off her chin and splashed at her murderous chest. 

"But you didn't do what I wanted," I calmly scolded her. "You made me wait instead. Rather than do what you naturally yearned for, I had to suffer."

"I'm SO sorry! I was trying not to do the wrong thing, and I..." She was clawing at the flesh of her tits as much as twist at the points of them. 

'Does your hurt pussy feel ignored now?" I asked her, skipping her apology.

"Yes it does, very much... But I'll leave it alone, like... the way I'd done to you. I'll ignore what it wants."

That appeared to be a very difficult idea for her to maintain, as it was noticeably squirming and sucking away at the air. Pleading with me not to deny her the right to - at the very least - pet and protect it some more. 

Again, my intentions where unpredictable. "Why would you do that?" I asked her, like a simpleton.

"What?"

"Why would you ignore what it wants?"

"Because, I... I shouldn't... I shouldn't ignore it?"

"You'd like to make it feel like I did for a day?"

"No, I don't want that at all!"

"Then why would you not listen to it? Do what it asks of you. Do you think what you did to me was right?"

"No! I mean, I thought... I don't know!" She was thinking of crying.

"It wasn't right. It hurt me very deeply. I'd rather you not do that ever again."

"I won't, I promise. I won't. I swear it, I won't!" I'd never seen her smash her breasts quite like that before. And there's been several times by now that she'd used them to work herself through painfully sexual resistance. Several times. But this was the most severe. She would clutch all of her flesh and squeeeeeeeeeeze it forth from behind the nipple in a manner that you might think would burst her nipples right off of her at times. Often she would do that just short of her areola several times and then allow a full result that would include her pinching behind the tips, very hard, before pulling her forefinger and thumb off of there in a slow snapping motion. I could not be sure my eyes were working correctly but I was almost certain I saw tiny beads of cream-colored fluid press out of the sides of her nipple tips. Tiny amounts that would spark off her and dissipate in the air when she'd snap her fingers off. (The floor had already been littered with my own product. Though I couldn't be sure that was only me either. Was she... producing milk?!) 

"I'll do whatever you want me to!" she cried.

"And what if that isn't really what I want?"

"What? What do you want, what do you want?!"

"I want you to want it like I want it. Because you do -- not because I want you to. I want you to LET yourself want it. Just as much as I do."

She was tortured. "Oh Robbie you don't have any idea, I'm wanting it much more than YOU!"

I'm glad she had cotton over her eyes. Or I may have had to stop where I was going with this if I saw them, which would have ruined the point of beginning. But if you haven't noticed it yet, we're kicking doors down. This last one that needed to fall today? Regrettable actions. Gotta pummel that one 'till it's gone. (I'd heard her loud and clear this morning.)

"I really think you should accept and appreciate your pussy some more. I don't think it's all that happy about your neglect right now."

"Yes, Robbie. I will. And I won't let it hurt me. It feels very nice. Thank you for... I mean. I'd very much like to comfort it. So I will."

She understood me. 

"Remember Eliza..."

"Eliza Dushku," she cried out painfully. "She's so beautiful!"

"She is," I agreed. "But not beautiful enough. Not as attractive as some teacher you made up out of nowhere. I much preferred her."

"You did?"

How could she not already be completely sure of that?!

"Yes. Mostly because it wasn't some teacher at all. It was you."

"But... Yes, it was."

All of the painfully concerned breast mashing had calmed. That same movement continued but now in a manner that was clearly pleasurable, and extremely erotic, as opposed to pained punishment. The plucking of her nipples continued. Not as if I were watching... only as if they had a particular way they might like to be plucked. She was giving her body what it asked for. For herself, not me.

"Do you remember how you finally fucked my cock with your tits?"

I timed it perfectly. Her fingers were just behind a nipples when I said the word 'tits'. She nearly came from the pinch, sucking her pussy finger up inside her and holding it there while determining if that had happened or not.

My cock was getting very impatient.

"Yes... did you like that as much as I did?"

Very, very impatient. Dripping with impatience. 

"More," I confirmed.

She bit at her lower lip and remained silent while massaging her singular breast in memory, as if she were just now witnessing that past event happen for the very first time. 

"Remember when you patiently reached for the empty glass, expecting I might cum soon, and..."

"My dripping wet cotton-clad pussy rubbed across the entire length of your giant cock and you blew a sudden reaction all over me! YES! I remember!"

Clearly her pussy still ached, but she fought it off and squeezed her hips down into her finger. The nipple manipulation got very urgent and repetitive, short area concentration of intense tweaking. Her mouth remained open after she yelled the words out and her tongue continually slapped down her chin, almost wagging, perhaps expecting me to but if not wanting to be fully prepared in case I was interested in 'blowing a sudden reaction all over her' again. 

My cock was pretty interested in that. I'm sure I could have willed it to happen if I wanted to. But I didn't. Not yet.

"Remember how you stuffed your panties in your mouth so you wouldn't miss an ounce of me and then begged me for more of it? Remember how it spilled all over the floor when you later sucked me off and your throat couldn't keep it all, and you soaked it up with anything possible so it wouldn't go to waste?"

"Yes, Robbie, yes Robbie, yes. I remember and I understand. I'm not gonna lie and pretend anymore. This is Mommy talking now, Mommy. I'm a cum-slut, I want it. I love it so much. No more down the drain. Wherever else you want it instead. I'll go suck it out of the drain right now if you think I should."

Yikes! I had a much less gutteral idea than that.

"That won't be necessary... Kneel."

She was down there and done that, knees together, hands in her lap, back up straight - almost faster than I could get out of the way. Her mouth popped open and held oval. As if I'd trained her to do that a hundred times.

"Put your hand out on the floor in front of you."

She hadn't expected that to be the next request (or action). But she quickly adapted and did so. With both hands. Her head just narrowly missed bouncing my cock off it on the way forward.

There was more than enough below me where I'd been squeezing out my interest and affection for her. It was all over the floor. Liberally. (Nothing like that day downstairs but still -- plenty enough for her to be excited about.)

"Oh, yes. Yes. Yes! It's you. It's you!"

Her hands went to slapping at my spotting on the ground and painting up her body with it. I loved the way it made her nipples shine and scream for attention. But I was surprised she had only thought to coat herself with it. Wouldn't she much prefer a taste?

"Wouldn't you like to lick it?"

She stopped moving. "Yes, yes, I would but..."

"But what?"

"I don't want you to think..." Then without requiring a response or clarification she realized she's not supposed to worry about what I think. 

I had expected her to start cleaning her fingers. But she went well past that. Replaced her hands with her head and began to lick it all up, directly off the floor. I watched her, amazed at how erotic that appeared to me. It didn't in any way debase her in my eyes. How could it? She's only just that motivated about accepting my offering. It simply doesn't matter where it's gone. Just as she's said (and proven), many times. I have to admit, my masculinity very much appreciated the vision of her, at my feet, breasts scraping across the wood floor, ass perched up high behind her, earnestly licking my preparation up from between my toes. 

"My god... I think that's insatiably sexy." My commitment to remain commanding faltered for a moment.

She continued her manner of earnest regard and had me moped up entirely before she stopped.

"I am insatiable, I am. You have no idea how much. I'll show you though, I'll show you. Cuz I want to. Cuz *I* want to!"

We're on the same page, Mom. I think I've done enough. I'd really like to reward you now. "That's good. That's what I need to know," I confirmed. 

"Robbie... have I been good? Have I been a good girl? Cuz if I have, I'd like nothing more than to feel you fuck my face and rewarded me with the real thing."

Hmm, time to implement the final idea that will release her from the shackles of expectations and any sense of propriety. Punish regret.

"You've been a bad girl, actually. A very bad girl. The bestest bad girl ever. I'm so impressed with how bad you are that I don't want you doing any more 'trying' just now, okay? I just want to fuck your face. All by myself. I just think it's so deliciously naughty, and so very pretty. And I'd just like to watch myself fuck it. Until my balls decide they'd like to burst. And reward us both... Is that something you might like also?"

"Yes," instant. "Yes, very much. Whenever you're ready."

"Well I'm ready now."

So I stepped forward.

It was in her mouth in a way she hadn't expected at all. Wasn't I going to go on teasing her? Waft it around her head for a while or something predictable like that? No. Maybe I'd do that after I'd pleased myself some. I was much too horny to wait any longer.

It pushed past her lips intent enough for her to handle it properly following her initial shock. Certainly not the cleanest entry, but I wasn't worried about that. I didn't give her much time to adapt either. After pushing her cheek aside and moving my hips back I was much more interested in distance down her throat than she would ever expect that soon (even though she's a pro). She made very uncomfortable noises initially. But after a few times with removal and entry she fit me in there the way she knows how.

"Sorry... your face just makes me so fucking horny. I hope I didn't hurt you too bad." But I didn't say it with all that much concern. I wasn't doing her cruel, as Jackie would put it, I was just being a little irresponsible about it and enjoying that fact. That's precisely what I was trying to tell her. I was confident she'd appreciate my irresponsible intent; that being 'irresponsible', is allowed!

And she did.

Too much. She thought to get her hands involved. And not only that...

"Mom, stop sucking. Hands behind your back and stop with the sucking."

Her hands showed me they didn't understand that at all. They interrupted themselves on the way back several times. As if to say, 'We know where we're supposed to go but... stop sucking is not something that makes any sense. Maybe we didn't hear any of it right.'

"You heard me correctly. No sucking. Just relax."

It took her some time to understand that about her mouth. Her hands did clutch tightly behind her well before her mouth knew how to relax and just let me push myself around in there. And that wasn't because it was too uncomfortable. It's because she didn't know how to not do anything. She didn't know how to not participate. (Which just happens to be the most bitchin' thing about her but, stay with me on this and it will all make sense. I didn't really know where I was going with it all for certain either, until later that day when the results proved magnificent.) 

Eventually she'd found a completely passive state. And I was able to slowly muscle into her face without any restriction whatsoever. Any concern in there relaxed completely and she was perfect for some nice long strokes, I could really feel the relaxed state of her throat accepting me like a vagina. After some of that I altered the depth to often be only just a few inches. I'd slow things to a crawl as I chose less and less penetration. Until I'd just remove myself completely and roam around the exterior of her face. That was really sexy, using all of her like that. Why treat oral sex as if it's just an alternate to a pussyhole, right? Is that all you concentrate on when you're fucking? There's an entire body around that vortex. So I treat her face just like that. Using all of it.

She made adjustments throughout to smartly time her breathing off my somewhat irregular pushing. Almost to the point where she didn't seem to require breathing much at all. When I'd remove myself she'd be doing that quietly but the flesh of her face held passive enough to remain plaint and tender. She was really in tune with my cock. Letting it breathe for her, I guess. Her rosy thick lips were of special interest to me. I really enjoyed watching my cock casually push them aside when it felt like going back in her mouth.

Before long we were making quite a mess of her. I guess the one thing not relaxed about her was the preponderance of mucus she was producing. But she let that kinda slosh off wherever it chose to on it's own. Didn't allow that to bother her either.

At one point, as if it weren't obvious, she did feel the need to qualify something. 

"I love having my face fucked."

That's all she felt like saying, in English.

All of this was making me especially horny, accelerating my base male function and masculine urges. My dick had become erect as granite and I was a little surprised to note that a calm yet consistent and insistent approach like this would result in it truly tensing up all over. I mean, I'm fucking her mouth and throat, wouldn't it want to remain forgivable? Guess not. The only thing even close to at all pliant about it was the fat knob at the end. Everything behind that was brilliantly lit like a Christmas tree. Maybe that's how fat Santa gets down all those chimneys. It was a physical marvel how the curvature of her throat could continue to fit around my steel-stiff pole like that. Maybe it's cuz she thought it was a gift. 

In any case, I was feeling some intensity that must express itself in an even less considerate and more accelerated manner. So I kinda started stabbing at her. See how that might work out. 

Well, not kinda...

 glick... glicka... glurg... 

"That's very good, mother," I congratulate her. 

It appeared she could handle things just fine. So I persist.

"Do you remember sucking my cum right out of Jackie's ass after I gave her my prize, and then having her lick it all out of your spectacular ass as well?"

No response for a moment, but she just couldn't help herself. "Gllllrmmmnphhh..."

"Yeah... Do you know how fucking hot and sexy I thought that was? That you value my sordid reward so much as to DO something like that?"

She was having just a little extra trouble breathing. 

"Did you know that I'd like that for certain?" I thought I maybe oughta afford her a rest for a sec, so I pulled myself out of her mouth and let a whole mess of saliva splat off her chest onto the floor. "You can answer if you want to."

Oddly, it looked like all she wanted was for me to put my cock back in her mouth as if it had become an oxygen tank and much preferable to the air itself. Maybe she didn't want to answer that question? Well okay...

But she spoke before I pushed it back in there so I stopped. 

"I wasn't... wasn't sure..." And then laid her tongue out. It wasn't torture. She wanted it back. 'Robbie is telling me something and I want to listen. Put it back in my mouth so you can keep talking and I'll remain quiet.'

Of course I gave her back what she wanted. A little more throat this time. It felt like she wanted that. More throat might help me free her of unwanted burden.

 glick... glicka... glurg... glormph... 

"You couldn't be sure but you did it anyway cuz you felt compelled to. It's interesting how each time you do that... what your body compels you to... as opposed to when your mind gets in the way... it ends up being exactly what I'd hoped for."

Her chest was rising and falling in a very rhythmic pattern of relaxation now. 

"That's interesting, isn't it? I mean, that doesn't seem like a coincidence to me. I guess logic would dictate... you should probably listen to what your body wants more often. And just go with it. Ya know?"

She couldn't help but nod her head a couple times while I was casually ruddering around. I guess that was okay, it was a body movement and maybe not intentional effort on my cock. In fact, I'd just told her to listen to her body so I thought it best I not be too confusing.

But I pulled it back out. Cuz I liked the control.

This time she was hardly interested in oxygen at all and just began smacking her lips together, tongue wagging, sucking down saliva in an attempt to pull me inward. But she did not move her head forward. She thought to stay still (guess that's what her body wanted. Not a bad choice). She didn't even so much as tilt her head up, kept her mouth perfectly in line with my formerly invasive cock.

My gooey fuck-flesh just swung around for a bit, mostly sturdy, passing by her lips - less than inches from impact. (It wasn't very happy I stopped. That's for sure.)

"Remember how you stood outside the door and watched me fuck your friend Jackie? I guess because you thought that was better for me than to have it be you?"

She was working really hard in reverse now. Trying desperately not to whine. Her hands were having a lot of trouble staying put behind her. And while her head did remain still, the sucking of external fluids was far more effort to gather me back than the rest of her allowed. She's a fighter, eh.

"That wasn't such a good idea, was it?"

She shook her head vigorously left to right.

"It was a much better choice when you DID come in. That felt much better, didn't it?" 

She shook her head up and down. Very certain, studious school-girl. 




ThRobbie



That's how I got my moniker, 'Throbbing Robbie'. No pant style could hide my predicament. I tried everything. I tried real tight shit to cut it off from going down the leg, but that hurt like hell. My package was way too insistent to get cooped up in the sack area. Ultimately the best idea was loose fitting rapper sweats, with my cock literally taped to my thigh via my boxer shorts (I'm not yanking duck tape off my cock 4 times a day). Only problem with that was... sometimes it felt really good when I went erect... and if the wrong girl looked at me cruel enough to pretend she was into it... a few times I jerked around and shot a wad down my leg. Not much more obvious than that.

And thus, I could NOT get a date. 

In any case, things were about to improve in that area... 

Once I got downstairs mom was bent over in the fridge, packing some stuff away. Same outfit on as before. No doubt about it - best hips to ass combo in town, I had to admit. If only I were a construction worker, eh...

She turned to the side as she heard me walk up, still bent flat at the waist, with one hand to her knee and the other held to the door. That 45-degree profile was even more impressive.

"No more sneaking up on Mommy this week, Robbie... new rule."

"God, would you leave it alone already? I'm traumatized."

She quickly fixed it, walking over to me, "I'm sorry, sweety. I'm just teasing... I'm serious... but I'm teasing." She held my face by both cheeks, not all that much shorter than my 6ft frame, and kissed me on the forehead. "There... Mommy make it all better." Then turned back to set me up with a protein shake w/straw at the table.

"Um, not quite. It's not quite under control..."

"Oh jesus, what now?" She said it like I was taxing her but her response was much too quick and at the ready a responsive to truly be annoyed by it. Plus her eyes were smiling. 

I pointed down at my waistband, baseball sized lump just below my navel (it wasn't as big as a baseball, thank god, but the lump did appear that way).

"What's it want now?" she chuckled.

"I just need you to tie my waistband," I said reassuringly. 

"Oh!" she agreed. "Sowwy about that," and hustled over to fix that for me. Her legs seemed to dance a bit as she moved. Though in all fairness, she's usually like that after a run. Her legs feel alive I guess. (Or maybe it's all the attention she gets while she's out there.)

She hastily reached down to the tie beneath my shirt and I wasn't quite fast enough to warn her before her knuckles bumped into it, "Oh!" she noticed.

"Mom... just be aware there's probably something going on down there before you jump at things. You're not giving me enough time to warn you." I cautioned tiredly.

"Oh... I thought it... it's still upright?"

"I think it's better like that, yeah... I just need you to tie it so it doesn't... well, you know."

"Oh yeah... I understand..." she reached down more carefully this time. "Is it... going to be like that all day?" she asked, alarmed.

"I really have no idea. I've never not... you know."

"Don't have to say it, pumpkin. I gotcha." Her fingers were more than careful while she searched for the ties at my waistband. By more than careful I mean... expertly smooth and controlled... they floated around... like a cool breeze... I was kinda mesmerized watching them and it started to strain again... I thought I better take my eyes off her hands or something so I looked beyond at her navel, and soon found my eyes glancing a bit higher up... the swell of her breasts was immaculate, they sat so well in her halter top... and her nipples... god... I'd sometimes noticed the area around the nipple itself enflamed, sorta like that Playboy comic chick, Little Annie Fanny (I know I'm young but, we find things on the internet. More on that later)... they were like that now... but most obvious were those thick darts in the center bursting through... and the fact that the backside of her fingers were lightly rubbing that unreasonably sensitive area where the cockhead juts out from the shaft...

My eyes met hers and her lip was curled up to the side in a wicked way it sometimes did. Her eyelids were particularly smoky but strong... looking right into my own! I panicked and danced my attention to other parts of the room... 'She fellllllllllt usssssssssss' I heard it say. 

Just then she had my loop finished and pulled it semi-taught across. 

"Is that comfortable?" she asked in that smoky tone.

I met her eyes again to say "yes" and her lips were almost kissing themselves, mischievously. The bottom bent under the top... a lot like a hard-on. I looked away embarrassed again but her nipples were SCREAMING upright at me -- wrong place to look! (The way the doctor did things, her unapologetic thick darts pointed up at an angle, which just happened to meet... directly at my chin.)

"It's okay, honey," she comforted me once more, leaning forward on the tips of her toes, those wickedly unfair nipples of hers pressing into my sternum, her hand curled inside my waistband immediately next to my excitable Cock! And whispered in my ear... "I won't get upset anymore, Robbie... I know it's not your fault." And then she lightly pulled the waistband a few inches away and snapped it against me. "Besides, look at THESE!" she said, and waved her hands frantically up and down her nipple points briefly. "I've got problems too! Like Mother, like Son!"

I don't know what held me upright and not collapse. Maybe the strength of my vertical dick, I dunno. I guess she was trying to bond us and make me feel less embarrassed. But it only served to, uh, strengthen the problem.

Mom bounced away the same way she came over. Something had changed...

"Sit down and suck down that protein shake... Or I might just suck it down for you. I've been eyeing it all damn day!"

No, no, no... I am not hearing that right. 'Ohhhhhhh yes, you are. Her and I had quite a conversation while you were fast asleep,' the ornery bastard claimed.

And off she went upstairs for god knows what.

I sat down and thought... hard... about what had just occurred. Am I crazy, or was she flirting with me? 

+++++++++++

Thirty to forty minutes later I had an answer. Mom had taken a shower and came down wearing her powder blue bikini with little white polka dots. The bottoms were maybe 60% coverage, with only pink strings on the hips (thank god it wasn't a goddamn g-string). While the tops hardly held her big tits in check (not that they need be held too much. Her stuff stayed pretty upright but still had enough give to look naturally excellent rather than not), they had an adjustable width along the bottom of the cup so you could create whatever kind of top tan you want. Fortunately, she had them somewhat responsibly pulled wide, but from the side there was plenty of titty to witness. 

"You can't be fuckin' serious," I immediately groaned. 

"I know, I know. You don't have to look at me, Robbie. It's Saturday! I want some sunshine. Pay no attention."

"Get fuckin serious, lady. You've got to be kidding me. Get the hell out of here!" I continued to honestly chastise her cruelty as she danced her way to the pool like someone's naughty daughter. All her jiggly parts dancing right along with her.

"I'm going, I'm going!" 

She got to the sliding door and looked back just after clenching her butt cheeks to open it, "Maybe I should go topless! Wooooooooo hooooo!" And she actually shook her goddamn ta-tas at me left to right with her wrists out wide. I am telling you that shit ain't even fair. No one's boobs bounce as nicely as hers. It is NOT even funny. 

"Don't you DARE start fucking doing that now. Wait 'till I'm off to college, you evil tease!" She laughed and slid out the door, leaving it open. "You're no better than those high school bitches, lady!"

"Ohhhhhh yes I am," she called back. "Much, much better... trust me!"

Thankfully she stepped just out of view and I heard her pull up a lounge chair and park it where I couldn't see her.

"Fuckin A... she's gonna make this impossible," I said to myself. 

Every 15 minutes or so she'd walk into view... go collect something. Maybe fix herself a drink, Jack and Coke (that's her favorite). Her tits got more visible and her bottoms seemed to cavity up more every time she passed... "Let me know if you need anything, honey!"

I grumbled to myself. 

Less than an hour in I heard her take a swim while I sat motionless in my chair, waiting for my semi to finally go to sleep. Five minutes later she's stepping out of the pool, which just happens to lead dead center to my visual. Her body climbs out of the pool and the vision is criminally ridiculous...

She's carved by God's hands and glistening all over. Her hips don't lie as they mirror one another, one leg rising at a time, framing a wet patch of cloth tight against a pussy I might kill to witness. Waterfalls cascade off her elbows as she reaches back to wring out her hair from the scalp. And her breasts... those perfect globes... she might as well have nothing on up top the way the gasping water reveals her generous nipple strain. I hear them speak to me as she steps out. 'Eventually...'

Her eyes are upon me and she waves with one hand, daintily bowing her fingers into her palm a few times. Her other hand carefully adjusts her bottom half without looking, perhaps making a mistake or two. This is classic flirtatious espionage. She's killing me on purpose. 

But no, she's not done. She pivots and turns her ass to me, looking over her shoulder and reaching back to check the situation down behind her (which made no sense since the sun was coming from the other direction). The situation is she's basically g-string now as her bikini bottom has crawled greedily up her ass into butt-floss. I faintly hear her say, "Oh dear" as she picks at it erotically - but notices something she suddenly must pick up off the ground instead. What, a fucking penny? What could it be? Her back arches unnecessarily as she bends forward to pick up the unseen coin. I'm far away but I can see severe cameltoe anyway, framed by the impossibly pristine hips of the woman who birthed me. 

She spins back around, knowing I'm watching. "See a penny pick it up, all day long you'll have agood... luck!" And giggles her way back to her lounge chair, "Love you, honey! Lemme know if yer not okay. I'll be in soon..."

I'm deciding to do something about it now. This is ridiculous. There's got to be something I can rutt myself away on without falling over, never mind the impossible mess I'll make... the couch looks inviting. But just then the phone rings. And Mom comes racing in to retrieve it. She of course looks terrific running in like that... if only it were to answer the banana phone in my pants instead of the cordless. 

"Oh hi, Jackie! One sec..." she puts her hand to the phone. "I'll step outside, honey. Don't want to bother you." And even THAT is a tease.

She steps outside and closes the door behind her but doesn't step off the porch leading out to the pool. Fairly, our reception is not the best. She leans over the railing a bit with her back to me and I'm not sure this was intentional but... I'm amazed by the form of her tender yet toned soft shoulders... and the v-shape that draws down her slim waist, flaring back out to her perfectly matched hips to her shoulder width... the edge of her breasts are exposed from the back and then there's that plush pure fucktastic ass, quietly moving from cheek to cheek while she talks on the phone. My stiffness is raging now. And I'm thinking of rutting off on the couch regardless of where she's standing. But she turns back just occasionally enough to notice me and flash an equally impressive silhouette -- her tits as substantial to the curve of her luscious backside.

I'm not paying much attention to the conversation until I can faintly hear something like this:

"Yeah, it's fucking HUGE! Oh my god... I about had a heart attack putting him together. I had no idea... No, I mean... it's my son!... Sure I kinda peaked at points before but it never looked like THAT while I was around, my god... poor thing... No, Jackie, you are NOT coming over to help us out... seriously, what's wrong with you... Not THAT horny... I can take care of myself... You are sick and twisted, stay away from my son, you heathen... I gotta go...

She laughed and clicked off Jackie. Who by the way is more than fine enough to come over and relieve me. MORE than fine enough. Might be a better option given the moral issues of getting a handjob from mummy!

She steps back inside and winks at me. 

I confront her.

"Mom, you can't do this to me. You're being a criminal. You don't understand... I'm eighteen!"

"What? Am I doing something?" she grins.

"Seriously, don't even play like that. This is a problem." I'm pretty serious.

She frowns. More like a little girl than a mother. "Do you want me to stop, Robbie?"

"Jesus! Stop that!"

"Really? You want me to stop?"

"YES!"

Now SHE looks a bit serious...

"Are you sure?"

I was confused now... "What are you asking me?"

"Do you want me to stop teasing you? I'm just having fun. Being young... you know? I'm thirty-six, this is fun for me, kinda."

As much as it hurts it might be fun for me also. Besides, I've never seen her so sexy like I'm seeing her now and the idea of my very own Playmate playing exhibitionist around the house is... maybe not something to do away with.

"Well... I hate to ruin a good time." We both chuckled at that.

"Honestly, Robbie. I thought it might help.... Maybe it would help you, you know... do the thing... without having to touch yourself."

"Oh, I see... you think you're THAT good, are you?"

She had to laugh at that but came back at me with, "Well it looked like it might happen earlier and I wasn't even trying then!"

"I'm pretty sure you were safe. It takes a while after I just wake up. Takes a lot more convincing than... other times."

"Other times?" She pulled up a chair and sat facing me, crossing her legs more adult-like. I had her full attention. She looked curious and not at all judgmental... should I tell her?

"I'm not sure I can talk about this..."

"Don't worry, honey. I'm not going to do anything other than flirt with you. You don't have to worry about that, sweetheart." And I'm wondering if she believes her own bullshit cuz at this point I might rape my own mother if she DOESN'T do anything about my situation. (As it turned out, I didn't have to. Though she WAS believing her own bullshit. Something convinced her that she'd keep her urges under control. Unaware that things were going to occur that would make that rather impossible.)

"No, it's not that. I'm not concerned about that. I should be so lucky, remember?" We laughed but she looked at me a little bit cross, reconfirming her statement. (See what I mean about believing her own BS?)

"Well there shouldn't be anything you feel you can't share with your own mother. Let's have it! Out with it!"

We both took a moment to recognize her unintended puns... and both looked down at my cock the very same moment. Then back at each other.

She put her hands to her mouth and laughed... "Oh my god, I am bad!" 

I chose to let her get away with it. And play that up a bit more. "It's uh... well I had a, no pun intended either, hard time at school. It..." I laughed again, "popped up a lot."

"You're a silly boy," she said. "Doesn't every boy's that age?"

"Not like mine, Mom." I raised my eyebrows.

"Ah yes, you do have a point there..." 

She looked down at my crotch and I confirmed. "Yes."

"Yes? It's still?" 

"Yup." I said. "And it hasn't happened yet but a few times I have... had a result without touching myself."

She swallowed hard. "You have?"

I dropped my eyes a bit, ashamed.

"That's hot!" she surprised me.

"Huh?" I couldn't have heard that right. 

She crossed her legs to the other side and continued, her wet boobs jiggling around from the movement and her leaning in a bit closer, "... That's really hot, Robbie. I'd love it if a guy did that for me. Major ego boost!" She put her hand on my leg at the knee, calmly and protectively. "How does it happen?" 

"Huh? Well... it happens pretty much from what you were doing. Only, they're not my mother."

She leaned back. "I see. I'm not attractive enough?"

"Don't be stupid, Mom, you know better. I mean, I guess I fought it off before but you've always been more than attractive. Thing is, with this goin' on unreleased... it's fucking my head up and I'm seeing you... jesus..."

"It's okay, Robbie. Speak freely. Making your mom feel sexy is not a bad thing... I just didn't handle it right upstairs. You caught me off guard is all." 

'Yeah, either that or I made you really horny and now your ability to reason is all fucked up as well, you big tittied bodacious babe!' My cock was entering the conversation again.

"True that," I responded to it.

"What?" 

I hadn't realize I just replied to my cock out loud. 

"Uh, when it's like this? I can't think straight. There's only desire. And the need for release. You're the only one in the room... and while I swear I never objectified you before... I am now. You're fucking HOT, my god!!"

She laughed and pushed her shoulders back, jutting those erotic tits of hers forward. "It speaks to you sometimes, doesn't it?" I looked at her confused. She couldn't mean... but she pointed to it. "That." And she winked. "I have a similar problem."

"You cum without touching yourself sometimes?!"

"Oh God no. Not yet anyway... wouldn't THAT be nice." Maternally or otherwise, her consideration and understanding... envy even - was really turning me on! "I mean, well... mine speaks to me also."

"Really?! What's it say?" Mine barked up and began to rumble in my pants, 'It says it fuckin LUV's us and wants to get it on!'

"I can't really talk about that now, Robbie."

"Why not? I told you my story?"

"It might lead to trouble, Robbie." And her lips went sexy up the side again very briefly. "Listen, should I help you out right now?"

I startled. "What? What do you mean?"

"Should I get up and dance for you maybe? I'm the only one in the room, right? There are things mummy needs to take care of..." Her hand moved further up from my knee... then into 2 fingers, walking up my thigh...

I suddenly leapt back. 

"Oops," she said calmly. "I don't have to do that. That's not a problem. I'm sorry." But she looked a bit hurt. I was sudden and rude.

'Tell her to dance for us, dumbass,' it said.

"I would love to watch you dance... if you want to... Mom."

"Oh yeah?" she perked up. "I think I might!" leaping up from the chair and bouncing 180 degrees, her wet ass held for a moment above crisscrossed legs. Like a pinup girl. "You wanna hear some Whitesnake?"

"I guess," I said.

"Ringing endorsement... I know what to play!"

And moments later I had my mom dancing like a stripper to Whitesnake, Still of the Night. It's a pretty ballsy groove, not like the gay shit you prolly heard. It's like 7plus minutes or something so she had plenty of time to work her stuff. A couple times she long-limbed it into the kitchen and poured herself a quick shot of Jack to slam. Guess that puts her in the mood. The rest of the time she was a hair-swinging bombshell with moves I never would have thought I'd witness from her. Shaking her T and A like a pro! Made me wonder 'bout her younger years... or present years even!

About halfway through there's a section that slows way down and gets real sexy. She came to me on her hands and knees then, with a look of the devil on her lips, spread my thighs and threw her hair over the top of her, slowly grazing it back across my groin. By then my stiffness had pulled away from the jersey hanging across my hips and lifted. I was still completely covered but the tent was well apparent. When she threw her hair back behind her she licked her lips real graphic like and looked right at it. She might have been upset it still remained unseen, cuz she came closer between my thighs kinda angry like, looking at my stubborn cock with a fury in her eyes. Suddenly her hand snatched out and pinched my string expertly loose without hardly looking for it, while she tossed her hair back on me again... same slow movement back, dragging her silky tresses across my panicking groin.




ThRobbie



"Oooooh babayyy..." the music moaned, "I can't keep away... can't KEEP AWAY!!... IIIIIIIIIIII can't keep awayayyyy..."

The rocket bulging up my sweats and under my shirt was clearly defined but remained hidden. 

"Oh yeah," she snarled in answer to the ltrics. And suddenly her TITS were up on me, slapping her nipples back and forth across my unseen shaft. Oh my GOD!!! Had she pressed in any closer her big knockers surely would have ripped my cock right out of my pants from impact and sent it banging around rudely across her face. Sadly, her distance was perfect. 

Then she slithered up to my neck and whispered, "Ya know... I was 18 once... when I had you." I almost felt her tongue in my ear before she slipped back to face me for a brief moment, the boner-lip up both sides now, her eyes penetrating some sort of darkness deep into mine... Before she suddenly snaked back down between my legs and pushed her hands up my thighs, the look on her face was pure sex. Jesus christ! She kept pursing her lips out past her teeth and sucking in wind, with her lip doing Billy Idol up the side intermittently. 

"Wanna cum out and playyyyyyyyy?" she slithered, lowering her chin closer to her chest and looking up through her forehead at my hidden desire while her hands made up my hips and under my jersey. I think she saw the underside of my swollen cockhead and I was CERTIAN she was about to grab it and suck it when the music kicked back into high gear and she spun away... oh gawwwwwwwd!!

She started spinning around and stopping to slide a finger up and down under each breast cover, flicking quickly across her nipples maybe half a dozen times each before spinning around again, her hair dangling behind her. Each time she did that her top continued to shorten it's width, leaving nothing more than nipples covered by the time she stopped... and they looked about as certain of busting the rest of her top off on their own as my cock was eager to pop free of my sweatpants! 

She came back to me then and pushed them up close to my face, practically popping a hardly covered erect nipple in my mouth. "Aren't these the best?!" she cried. "I LOVE them!" I could make out the burst of her un-tanned areolas snaking out the edges of the thin material. She shook them slowly back and forth with her lip now gone babydoll, "Don't you just wish you could... ah, ah, ahhhhhh!" she pulled them back, squeezing them hard to satisfy herself. "See what happens when you tease your mommy in your bedroom, baby?... Naughty boy gets naughty back... Can't touch Mommy eiiiiitherrrrrr!"

She noticed something on my shirt while I wondered what had come over her, how much booze had she drank?

Then she leaned back in, her juggling tits clawing away at my neck, and whispered in my ear with her hands dangerously close at my thighs to tearing my pants off. "You're spotting yourself, baby boy... Is something going to happen for us soon?"

She said "US" she said US! Not just me but happen for her also!

She looked back down at my jutting cock and had to be considering foolish restraint while her lip quivered up and down and her nostrils flared, pinching her electric tits with her hands. But somehow she thought the better of it... "Ohhhhhhhhh, CUM on honey, it's time! Hump that shirt if you have to it's time to do the dirty DEED!!"

She spun and threw herself down on the ground before me, ass to face -- WAY up high in the air, and yanked her polka-dotted blue bikini tight up her apple shaped ass. "CUM on baby boyyyyyyyy! Jackie wants to have my big boy I don't THINK so. He's MY baby big boy... all MINE! Do it for Mommy, honey. Do on yourself for Mommy, Robbie. GOOOoooooooooooo!"

Jesus Christ!! I did just like she said and humped up in my shirt as best I could. The sensation wasn't all that bad as I'd spit up a quality amount of clear-cum by then and that actually served to glide my cockhead across the jersey while the cotton sweats hugged my shaft tight enough to feeble fuck as well.

The final part of the track repeats a theme over and over and over. It's very ornery and blues bombastic. We were at that part while Mom had her tits squashed into the ground and her face planted sideways to the tile, her ass doing rotations the black girls do -- booty fantasy extreme! The song was like a ticking clock. Get it done before it finishes or ELSE! 

Mom kept yanking on the material between her ass crack and it wasn't long before it slid up in between her pussy lips and I saw the edges of her nude!! It was nothing but puffy pussy there, no hair at all and more fleshy than I'd seen any pictures of!! 

That did it. My shirt popped off and my cock sprang up out of my sweatpants. It was finally free for Mommy to see and I immediately began spraying ropes of cum up high all over myself. I'd never done that before, it was always down my leg or in the toilet! I screamed confirmation at her, "MOM, I'M DOING IT, LOOK! Look Mommy, LOOK!"

But she never turned back to see. Her hips wavered slowly side to side now... "That's a gewd boyyyyyyy," spilled out of her drunken mouth before her hips collapsed down onto the tile. Her ass spasmed slowly.

I continued to come a-plenty, my cock now swinging wildly around, spraying semen everywhere. It just wouldn't stop. I always cum a lot but this was more than that, of course... my mother was involved! (Not to mention fresh off a protein shake.)

Finally, I groaned out a few final burst while my cock jerked into submission... spent. SO relaxed and at ease... finally!!

Mom was passed out cold, nearly naked on the floor of the living room eating area. I felt bad but there wasn't much I could do, other than chew a blanket out from the closet and peel it over her with my toes. I thought about using my toes to see some other things but that just wouldn't be proper under any circumstance. And what kind of sick crook would I be to consider that after what she'd just done for me, my god! No, I'm not that deranged. 

I'm just a horny bastard with a cock that might make adult women lose their minds for a moment. Even if they're your mother...

There's more. She wasn't done with me then by any measure.



Throbbing Body Sir?



NOTE: This is possibly fiction. Spelling is English-English and grammar is copyright to the author.

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CHAPTER 1

Winter's chill swept the county somewhere in southern England where the young clerk Annie Forsythe came into the office of the managing director and said, "Mrs Marks has sent me sir."

"Yes?"

"You wanted your filing folders checked for a missing folder, 'The Alpha Project'.

"Yes, I was expecting a senior."

"Goodbye sir."

Clem Olsen watched the kid walk to the door and then asked mildly, "Where are you going?"

"To report back to Mrs Marks sir to say you do not require the services of a keen, athletic woman with excellent eyesight and the ability to focus who can look for a misfiled file in two days. Instead it seems you'd prefer an old frump who'd go through the motions of looking and taking all week and thinking about serving the kids sausages and chips this evening and then doing a lovely piece of steak for herself and her beer-smelling husband."

"I see."

"What do you see Sir Clem?"

"At the risk of breaking politically correct convention, you are pretty, have a great figure and would give me delicious thoughts when I look up and see your throbbing body bent over my filing drawers. For a young person you don't seem to mind I file conventionally because I don't trust blasted computers."

"Throbbing body sir?"

"Oh, it's just something that jumped into my mind Annie. I don't get much of a look at young bodies these days."

Annie's orderly mind kept her focused. "Computers serve their purpose and one can wipe a file and if it wasn't backed up it can be lost forever. I'll find your Alpha Project file if it's in these drawers sir."

"Well, get started before it's time for me to drop into a pub for a few ales before I go home to my wife and her lovely piece of steak and the kids come in whining asking me to help them with their homework."

"Life sucks, doesn't it Sir Clem?"

"Annie, at the risk of being in breach of manger-employee code of conduct and the Sexual Discrimination Act, do you suck?"

"The feedback received praises me no end sir."

"And now I have excellent feedback. Start with the filing Annie -- A through Z."

"Yes sir. I was unaware I would be doing this so am in a modest skirt today but tomorrow when I've going through cabinets C and D on the bottom I shall wear my mini skirt. I'll arrive in my winter coat and boots so no one will be any the wiser. Right sir?"

"You have executive potential Annie and perhaps rising to most prestigious heights with me privately -- my private parts that is."

"As you wish sir. I'd even screw in light bulbs if it meant more money."

Clem tapped his teeth with a pencil as he studied the best thing about his office currently -- Annie standing tall to peer into the top drawer holding A files. Whenever she moved sideways slightly he saw the erotic edge of one of her twin orbs, chest high, protruding just a little. His fingers twitched and that reminded him to give to the upcoming Chorea sancti viti fund-raising appeal. 

His fingers also were prepared to clutch at the back of those muscular thighs and the small hard butt that reminded him of the roasted porker, complete with apple in its mouth, on the table when he had dinner with his parents, Lord and Lady Merrilands, last Christmas. 

Once again his wife and children hadn't been invited because the kids couldn't handle an 11-course dinner and his wife had been a Jones (they thought it was an equally common-as-muck Smith). Anyway only his wife snivelled for days about the slight because the kids much preferred playing Punch and Judy with their other grandparents Jill and Jack Jones. Now where was he? Oh yes, Annie held a file in one hand and lifted her skirt with the other to scratch her arse. He saw the flesh above her stockings and felt an erection stirring but these days it took a lot more persuasion to activate the flow-on effect than a bit of arse scratching.

Then he stiffened -- er his entire body stiffened. The girl was holding the missing Alfa Project file.

She stalled.

He sweated.

She scratched.

Then with brilliant thinking she placed the file at the back of the Z drawer. This girl really deserved to get something from him, if only a cash bonus.

The factory hooter went at 4:55. Clem's family company Olsen Engineering International produced horse floats for the British market and exported them to 15 other countries. Clem said to Annie that would be all for today. She appeared disappointed.

"Don't you want a quick feel of my titties?"

Clem who'd been a sucker all his life since puberty for any offer from a whore in keeping with family tradition, smirked and said, "Walk them over here babe."

Bending forward Annie pulled his face in between what was exposed and then eased down her bra so he could chew her nipples. 

"That's enough, any more you'll be making me lactate," she giggled. She was smart enough to know there would be more to come tomorrow, probably all over her front.

* * *

Alice Forsythe asked her youngest daughter, "Do you make any progress today in finding a husband?"

"Someone else's husband, yes. I think so. I was ready to give my all to Terrence Holt but when he told me our company made a disposable profit of £29 million pounds ($US56m) last year it was goodbye Terrence and I refocused."

"On Sir Clem?" . "Yes, he owns 15.7% of the family company."

"Marriage?"

"No, I'm just thinking of lining my pockets, so to speak, with gold, jewels, a house and a car and then giving him the push, finding a younger guy."

"Good thinking. That's how I got your father but he only had one gold coin, his grandmother's rings and a 12-year-old car. But we were a good match at fucking and that's the solid foundation for a good marriage." 

"I though love was the basis of a good marriage?"

"Love means fucking, dear; so many people confuse the situation by calling fucking love. Both love and fuck are four letter words but the word fuck makes most people run for cover."

Next day it was still dark when the 19-year-old left for work on the 7:35 bus, warm in the thick coat and boots and thinking about old Sir Clem, aged thirty-eight, asking her to bend over so he could chew her pussy before inserting -- fingers, nose, dick; whatever. She found it amazing that he'd be interested in her, barely out of university a year too early and without much experience at sex and whose parent's annual income probably equated with what her balding boss spent on filling the gaps in his wine cellar over a year.

On Monday the office manager Mrs Marks had called for volunteers interested in looking for a missing folder in Sir Clem's office. At that all the other staff scattered, and Annie who was picking her nose, was left alone in front of Mrs Marks.

"Off you go to Sir Clem's office suite dear and look for the missing file. It's 2:15 now so I expect to see you by 2:15 in two days, if not sooner, advising me that you found the file. I regret to say with your small and tight-looking butt you are unlikely to interest Sir Clem sexually. The gentry rather like their women to have big fat butts that give them the familiarity of being seated on a horse. However, if you do find the file he might give you a big one -- perhaps fifty pounds. 

Annie, who'd been in despair at finding a way to get into Sir Clem's confidence to slip into his arms to enrich herself, couldn't believe her luck. Any parent who chided a child to stop picking their nose ought to shut her or his mouth and stop manipulating their kid's destiny.

* * *

Sir Clem's ugly American Hummer was parked in front of the main office doors on the no parking stripes, forcing his peasants workers to walk on either side of it. Annie complied with office tradition and took out a coin and added to the scours along the paintwork of the vehicle.

She entered the office suite. Sir Clem strode over with the passion of a man about to mount and join the Hunt and said, "Good morning Annie. May I kiss you?"

She nodded and they kissed. He kissed quite okay really so she condescended and said softly, "Play with my titties if you wish."

He fingered between his collar and tie and swallowed. "No, I'll risk a charge of sexual harassment and ask might I play with you arse?"

"Okay."

As soon as she'd removed her coat, Annie stood bovine-like -- feet braced -- while the big boss squeezed and patted her ass cheeks.

He panted, "There's nothing like a piece of good ass before breakfast."

"Throw out you wife and children and perhaps you could have my arse each morning."

Sir Clem moved back to lean on his desk and looked at Annie thoughtfully.

With the inborn cunning rife amongst peasantry, Annie said nothing, and didn't look at him. She just lifted her mini skirt and rubbed her arse to keep his mind on the subject of adultery that would now be flooding his aged brain.

"Annie, please bend over D drawer. I want to concentrate on thinking about your future that is closely linked with your two lower orifices."

What the hell was he on about? Annie wondered and picked her nose, that action putting an unnecessary load on Sir Clem's brain; he tried to eye both arse and now a very mobile tit.

Sir Clem's erection was at full stretch -- well, within an inch -- and to his astonishment it remained with him all morning. Memories of childhood with his nannies, and then with the guys at college and throughout his twenties came tumbling back to him. So encouraged was he to have a sniff of manhood revisit him that he performed a few strokes and with great fondness thought about rowing in the coxless fours on the Thames when in his prime, the young ladies on the bank in university colours chanting 'Clem, Clem, Clem' in time with their individual favourite stroke which was pretty confusing for the oarsmen.

At 1:00 Sir Clem walked to the executive lunchroom like a kid who'd lost something: as soon as Annie had left his erection turned on him and sulked. Annie went to the Great Hall for the third shift of factory-supplied lunch where wretched looking Dickens-like ladies ladled out swill into plates held up in trembling fingers beneath untrusting mournful eyes. 

Actually Annie had a nice piece of steak, served with chips, cabbage and turnip, eating only a couple of mouthfuls of steak and four chips because she had a figure to keep. She was involved in lively conversation about films, sex, latest fashion and the weather while upstairs the conversation over the superb luncheon of a nice piece of steak, served with chips, cabbage and turnip was about the financial markets, cricket, women not being like they used to be in the old days and the weather (the company had no female executives apart from Mrs Marks who couldn't stand conversation about the weather so ate her home-cut sandwiches at her desk).

Late afternoon Annie bent her chilled arse over drawers G and H, knowing the boss had one hand well under his desk and was watching her every move. Annie thought she was such a stupid cow: she'd planned to become Sir Clem's sweet bed buddy and thereby improve his fitness and sense of manliness while he heaped her with wealth but she was without strategy apart from occasionally scratching her ass. 

You imbecile, she grated, and motivated herself with this famous line that would stand the test of time in unpublished English Literature: 'Unless you imprison Sir Clem in your lily-white arms you will be destined to fuck stupid some ploughman's son with a cock as thick as it is short and with balls the size of millstones'.

At that Annie almost fainted in terror but was saved by the bell; actually it was the 4:55 factory hooter. She turned to say a goodnight in dulcet tones to her patron, expecting to have her ass finger-fucked, but he'd gone. Looking out the window Annie saw the paintwork-scoured Hummer scattering peasants left, right and centre -- those unfortunate enough to be caught centre were picked up and had tyre marks brushed off their bodies while their pockets were picked and their heirloom watches exchanged ownership.

CHAPTER 2

"Mother, how does a woman get a man in her sights to prize her above the mechanics of fucking?"

"You're going to be disappointed by my answer," Annie's mother warned. "No such idealism has been invented yet for implanting into the brain of males and until that occurs their grubby little minds will be incapable of transcending above their thought every ten minutes 24/7 of pigging out in the orifices of women."

"Exactly in that context what does orifice mean mother?"

"First the most treasured one, the woman's vagina. And close behind..."

"Stop! I understand mom. God, aren't men gross?"

"I think you have just matured into becoming a woman darling."

In bed, despite the freezing night, Annie threw-back the covers and picked up her favourite toy, a china doll she'd had since the age of four. Interacting with her beloved Elizabeth provided Annie with prime thinking time. After removing the doll's wig and lubing the fat rounded head Annie sighed and opened her legs...

That night Annie dreamed above returning victorious with her army from France and took her army on a rampage throughout England using her batteries of cannon to reduce the size of the testicles of Englishmen from millstones to something more appealing to Englishwomen. Annie issued the gunnery captains with walnuts as the target size and thereby introduced into English lexicon an alternative meaning for the plural form of the word 'nut'.

Annie, who's be now assumed the title of Lady Oakley, was on the verge of ruling England. Queen Elizabeth the 1st met her for Devonshire tea on the banks of the River Oxford. After nibbling at a scone loaded with clotted cream topped with strawberry jam and discussing the weather and the optimum size of men's testicle with her Queen, Annie asked, "Wot's this about?" 

Annie was given the alternative: Take up permanent residence in the Tower or London or fight the Queen's champion the Duke of Horsefloat Clement of Smithfield.

"Okay Queenie. I'll go 'ead-to-'ead with 'im on Salisbury Plain and unless you agree now I invade Lund'n in the morn."

The Queen agreed. 

The duel was fought in front of a huge multitude that numerically would never be exceeded again viewing anything until long after a Scot invented TV. Annie stuck the Duke with her sword through his navel after diverting his attention showing him a tit through the top of her armour. 

Annie sent her armies back to their loved ones and those who hated them, owing them millions of pounds, and stayed alone with the slain champion. Then miraculously on the sixth stroke of midnight from Little Ben at Clock-on-Spee, through her tears Annie noticed an erection so sucked the Duke back to life and they lived forever, as happily as a couple ever can in patches. She awoke from her dream with her strategy in place and placed the wig back on her doll that had the look of a very sated doll. The strategy was frightfully simply really.

The Duke er Sir Clem arrived late, having been to his Rotary Club's breakfast of suet and black pudd'n and the Rotarians had listened to a boring address by Prof. Feasible, of the Revival of England as a World Power Institute. Disappointed that Annie was in a black trouser suit, Sir Clem kissed her over the top of drawer J and cupping her breasts with cold hands warmed himself.

Thinking in Technicolor of orifices he remembered to ask, "Find anything interesting?"

"A box of unopened condoms in drawer F," she giggled. "I refilled them in drawer C."

"Oh -- C for cunt. Good one," he smiled, squeezing fingers.

"Clem, may I call you Clem but of course not in front of the peasants?"

"Christ Annie, watcher your mouth. Call them peasants and you could be up for a public flogging if the Court of Abolition of the Class System so rules."

"You'd like to see my arse being flogged wouldn't you Clem?"

There was a paused, his fingers dug in painfully, and he said in a childish voice, "I've just cum in my underpants Nanny."

Annie turned and kissed him and said soothingly, "There, there, you are such a good boy."

Clem looked at her adoringly but that wouldn't last; she had to go for his brain and not his nuts.

"Clem, I've been thinking. It's something I trust you can help me with."

"Oh God, you want a baby. Okay, I'll buy a house for you and attend to you twice daily until the job is done."

A house? Annie was tempted but the finality inherent in the phrase 'until the job is done' told her to hold out and be true to herself.

"No, it's far more than that Clem. Have coffee brought in and I'll sit opposite you rather than on your knee because of the importance of what I wish to say."

Clem, looking rather excited, picked up his phone and ordered coffee, a cream cake and an unbuttered water cracker. He put down the phone amazed he knew so much about a stray woman close to him whom he'd not fucked yet.

"Oh, a water cracker, my favourite. You are so kind and attentive," Annie said, displaying her beautiful white and even teeth and very pink tongue before she took the first nibble. Clem was enchanted although he wasn't really thinking sex because Annie had managed to switch his brain over to its intellect channel.

"Clem, you can fuck me front and back just as you do to all of your sluttish women and probably occasionally Lady Olsen and her sisters. But I want something more, a very lot more."

"A house?"

"Nah."

"A manor house with three vehicles and chauffeur?"

"Clem, raise your mind above bricks and motor and tin and plastic."

"Great Scott, you are going to challenge me to the limitation of my capabilities -- perhaps beyond them?"

"Yes!"

"Great Scott, up the Empire...er Commonwealth. What is it my precious darling?"

"I'm from peasant stock but even so I want you to craft me into a somebody and do that without buying a title for me."

"Great Scott. Oh my fucking left testicle. Baby, you are empowering me. You are giving me something my nannies never could and even the great learning centre of the world, Oxford University, was unable to confer on me. I worship your greatness."

"Oh stop this dribbling Clem. Just get off your skinny arse and do it."

Now switched to his male dominance channel of his brain, Clem asked, "Annie, do you know where is the Alpha Project file?"

"Yes."

"Have you held it in your hands?"

"Yes."

"Have you read the comments?"

"No."

"Well that convinces me you are trustworthy. Annie, fetch and open the file and read its contents."

"Okay, but remember I haven't go all day sucking up to you."

Annie fetched the file and opened it. "There's only one page."

"Read it to me."

Annie failed to clear her throat as she'd just scanned the content. She squeaked, "Find someone to present you with the ultimate challenge." She swallowed and said, "Ohmigod."

"That's enough of Americanspeak. Don't you see, this is an omen? You have received a visitation from a higher force."

"I don't feel as if I have been fucked."

"Annie, please behave yourself. Report back to Mrs Marks and resume normal duties. I'll attend to the ultimate challenge you have presented me with."

"As you wish Clem."

"Please revert to being subservient in the meantime."

"As you wish Sir Clem."

Sir Clem watched Annie leave the room, patting his bald spot instead of his dick. Right now brain matter mattered. His dick would have to wait to be patted.

Mrs Marks said, "So you've finished. Good girl. What were the contents of the file?"

"My lips are sealed."

"You loyal young bitch. Return to sorting invoices."

CHAPTER 3

Annie approached the main entrance to Olsen admin next morning noting there was no paintwork to scratch. She entered the foyer and a mass of staff parted, leaving her a direct path to the noticeboard. People in awe were calling out congratulations Annie.  




Throbbing Body Sir?



Ohmigod, she thought, she'd been promoted to perhaps supervisor of inward invoice checking. She was pleased and knew her mother would be out-of-this-world in pride.

She read the only notice on the board and her legs gave way. Loyal peasants were there to support her. As from 8 o'clock (just gone) she'd been appointed an executive director with responsibility for the company's three export divisions, a new position, with a seat on the board and would operate from next to Sir Clem's office with internal audit staff shifting to the staff training room until new offices were built for them.

"Say something Annie," called her excited friend Minky.

"This is a great achievement for peasantry," she said, accompanied to a clenched fist over her hear and the assembly cheered her as she went to her old office to collect her thumb rubber thimble, pencils and notepad stickers.

"Good morning Miss Forsythe, you look lovely this morning," said Mrs Marks, standing and speaking after a small curtsy.

"Cut the crap Marj. Call me Annie and let it be known Sir Clem hasn't fucked me yet and perhaps never will."

"Oh Annie, then how have you achieve such undeserved meteoric promotion -- er, well-deserved promotion?"

"I appeal to his brain Marj. Please lead me to my office."

"Yes, yes of course. I have given you Minky as your PA, knowing she is your best friend. But I can give you a competent person if you wish?"

"No, that is the person I wanted. Marj, please come with me to the executive dinning room each day -- they are such a bunch of farts they'll having boring conversations. I'd like you to sit with Clem and me or just me when he's eating with VIPs.

"Yes of course Miss Forsythe, er, Annie."

Clem invited Annie home to dinner and she called her mom with her news of the day. Her mom said that was nice; there was a big bang and the phone connection cut. Annie called back and her father said he was sitting on the floor with her mom who was coming around. "Are you pregnant?"

At the Olsen's sprawling home Lady Olsen took Annie aside and asked bluntly, "What did you have to do to get this invitation?"

"Not sex, at least not yet if that's what you're thinking Lady Olsen. I challenged Sir Clem intellectually by asking him to help lift me to a higher level in life."

"Oh darling," Lady Olsen said, kissing Annie. "Please call me Cynthia. We have so much in common. How do you think I got where I am without having challenged Clem in much the same way? Men of his standing are totally impervious to pussy power."

Apart from Elwood (10) and Archibald (9) engaging in a food fight at the table, dinner went fine with Annie having no problems with the silverware because she'd only had a soupspoon and knife and fork to choose from. After the children left the table without being asked to clean up their disgusting mess, Cynthia asked her husband, "Are you going to set up Annie in a house?"

"Yes. Do you mind?"

"No but it would like you home a minimum of two nights a week and to consider escorting me to functions at my request and escorting both Annie and me if we are double booked."

"Are those arrangements acceptable to you Annie?"

Annie didn't know what to say, although knowing it was a matter of choosing between yes, no or maybe.

"Come on Annie, there is no need to be embarrassed. We are adults here and Clem knows I have my lovers."

"Yes, that would be fine. If we go out together perhaps on those nights we could bed as a threesome?"

Cynthia smacked her lips and said she'd like that. "And on Clem's and my birthdays and yours too if you wish."

Annie thought how civilized the gentry were. Then Cynthia said, "That Burrows woman snubbed me at an art preview the other evening and in church on Sunday she was wearing an exact match of my earrings. They are well behind with their rent so Clem throw them out and install Annie in Mayfair House."

"Yeah, good idea Cindy."

Annie went home untouched, Clem pulling the chauffeur out of bed to drive her home. The driver looked in his hand in astonishment at the 50p (about $US1) Annie had handed him, cheerfully saying good night.

Mrs Forsythe wasn't in danger of falling to the floor because she was on her back in bed when Annie told her she was to become Sir Clement Olsen's mistress as soon as he installed her into her new home, Mayfair House. 

"Oh God, you'll need servants in that enormous residence."

"They are in-house permanently but haven't been paid for two months because the present occupants are behind with their £4000 ($US7800) a month rent. Clem will pay the rent during my occupancy to his wife, as she owns the house -- part of her wedding present including two villages and 30,000 acres of tenanted farmland, some of the best in England."

"Darling you have really fallen on to your feet." And in the typical way mother's worry about their daughters added, "You must bath twice daily and take very good care of your pussy because it's become your ticket to the good life."

:"Yes mother," Annie said dutifully and wondered why her mom had forgotten to mention the butt.

Of course Annie's exalted position at the company didn't last. 

Annie was asked to leave the room by the chairman Lord Merrilands, Clem's father, when arriving for her first board meeting. Sixty seconds later the board voted 5-3 to decline to confirm her appointment as a director. Clem delivered the bad news to Annie who kissed him and said she was off to resign. The company secretary came out of the board meeting to accept her verbal resignation and informed her the company would be all the poorer for her leaving, because she was entitled to keep her Range Rover that had been part of her new employment package, would receive an early retirement gratuity and was also entitled as a director-designate a payment of £10,000 in recognition of exemplary service. 

Although it was only 3:15 Annie blew the hooter and announced through the speaker system that she was leaving the company and everyone was invited to the pub immediately where she'd pay for all drinks till 5:00 that evening. 

The chairman refused to accept Clem's motion to adjourn the meeting and reassembly in the private bar at the pub. Evacuating workers dutifully scoured the paintwork of all vehicles owned by directors, watched by terrified chauffeurs.

Clem excused himself from the meeting and instructed his lawyer to advise the family they were required to buy-back all of Clem's stock in the company at current value, in accordance with the provisions of the charter of the private company. He then returned and handed his father his resignation from the company and went to the pub.

The directors, all family members, were devastated. Clem was the company. It had manufactured dog kennels when he arrived fresh from Oxford university with a range of horse floats he'd sought from pals graduating from various universities to design for him, each design costing him a crate of best larger. The designs were patented, horse owners loves them, horses loved them and the fortunes of Olsen Dog Kennels, then changing to Olsen Engineering International, rocketed.

The board adjourned its meeting and directors went down to the pub. The company secretary was sent into the public bars to fetch Clem to a family meeting and found Clem with Annie, joining everyone singing lewd bar room songs. Clem asked Annie to accompany him.

In the private bar he was welcomed warmly and Annie was ignored. 

Cynthia, a director with 1% shareholder, acted as Clem's spokesperson without consulting him and told the family Clem would withdraw his resignation providing the family agreed to a share readjustment that would leave Clem holding 20% of shareholding and Cynthia 5% and Annie would receive £50,000 for distress and humiliation she'd suffered that afternoon. Annie sat back, waiting for the big fight. To her astonishment the family en bloc put on smiles of questionable sincerity and individually apologized to her and to Clem and praised Cynthia. Lord Merrilands then spoke, thanking Cynthia for her adroit intervention. He ignore Annie completely and recommended the board declare an emergency meeting and agree to the terms as outlined by Cynthia as it was the only way the company could survive as it had to have Clem managing its affairs. 

His father asked, "Will you agree on that basis to withdraw your resignation and carry on as before Clem?"

"Yeah dad."

"Right, I want non-directors apart from the company secretary to leave this room before I call the special meeting together."

Clem told Annie he'd see her back in the bar in ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes later the beaming company secretary come into the hugely noisy and crammed bar with half of the 324 workers drinking outside in the cold and led Annie back to private bar where Lord Merrilands kissed her on both cheeks and made a speech:  

"It is my pleasure young lady following an eloquent appeal from my son and supported by all other company directors that as a family we pay to reactivate a dormant family honour for which we hold clear title which is attached to land rather than being hereditary. The land will be transferred to you for payment by you of one pound and it will be a legally requirement that the title may only transfer back to our family; in other words you can never sell the land and the title pertaining to it to anyone but the head of the family."

"Within a few months, providing you accept this honour, you will be conferred with the title of Baroness Oaks, named after a small area of woodland within our land holdings containing the ruins of a church. In ancient times a family swordswoman saved the daughter of our monarch of the time from two assassins, killing them both and so the title of a barony was conferred on the landholder at that spot, the first holder of that title being our swordswoman, Genevieve. Since then there have been few holders of the title because males had predominated in our family and as you probably are aware there are no females around at present and nor has there been for several generations. Will you accept this honour?"

"No thank you My Lord."

"Annie, for goodness sake girl, why not?"

"Because I haven't done anything honourable?'

The family had no concept of someone not being prepared to grab everything on offer. Lord and Lady Merrilands, the Earl and Countess of Berk, Sir Ronald and Lady Wilks and Clem and Cynthia all looked stunned and the family went into a huddle. They turned to Annie looking hopeful and Cynthia said, "Annie, I have been asked to appeal to you on behalf of the family. Please accept the honour of becoming Baroness Oaks. We are most concerned that with successive Labour Governments being increasingly hostile toward the peerage, the Olsen's need to reactivate their privilege to ownership of the barony as inactive titles would be the first target of anti-peerage politicians. Because there is opposition within the family of either Lady Wilks or I taking the title because we both are in line to inherit titles higher in precedence than baroness, the family asks that you proceed and purchase Oaks and accept the title to ensure its durability. What say you?"

"In that case I accept. My Lord may I return to my guests in the other bars and crowded outside in the drizzle."

"Yes, of course Annie and thank you."

CHAPTER 4

Papers for the transfer of title to Annie of Oaks Glade had been filed for legal processing and an announcement of the reactivation of the title of the associated barony was awaiting confirmation of the transfer of clear title, expected with the next week.

Bored at waiting around home alone -- her mother served meals at a nearby boys' boarding school -- Annie enrolled and began a degree in sales and marketing, certain she'd rejoin Olsen engineering one day. She still had not told her parents about her sudden good fortunate, they being supportive, thinking she'd lost her job for disgraceful conduct with Sir Clem. Annie thought she'd tell her mom at the weekend after getting her mother drunk that her mom would soon have a title, The Dowager Lady Oaks.

It was mid-winter but as the house was overheated Annie answered the door wearing only a low-cut top, panties, a mini-skirt and was breaking in a pair of new red shoes with 6-inch heels.

Cynthia burst into the hallway and screamed, "God, you look sexy" and kissed Annie. She then turned and said to the guy standing in the doorway, mouth open, gazing at Annie. Come in Tommy. Annie this is Tommy, Viscount Wells, eldest son of the Earl of Fleet. I've know Tommy since childhood and thought he should meet you because he's just returned for two years in Kenya making a documentary for the BBC and currently he can only find sluts to go out with and asked if I could find him a young woman of quality and we've found you Annie."

"I'm a woman of little substance Tommy."

He coloured, looking at Annie's substantial chest and said he could dispute her statement.

"Oh darling, wonderful news. I'm pregnant again and am just off for a scan. My hunch tells me this one is female. Clem has suggested you move in and keep me company and help with the children. Would you do that for me?"

"Um...?"

"Oh yes of course Tommy. Tommy will be staying with us for a while. He'd like to know if you would be a companion for him?"

"Of course Tommy, I'd love that. Fucking is what the peerage does, isn't it?

THE ENDS



Throbbing Pussies



I was bare and laying on my bed. My pussy was on fire. I had to sit back to make room for all of the throbbing that was felt. My legs were spread wide open. Heat gathered in my thighs and loins. I felt something dribble from inside my pussy to all the way in between my ass cheeks. My nipples got hard, so I grabbed one. Rolling my nip in my finger tips, I longed for a cock to be shoved up my wet, hot pussy. The feeling was pulsating through me, but I refused to rub my little clit. I was still rolling my nipple around when I threw my head back to look at the ceiling. I closed my eyes, used my free hand to start rolling my other nip, and I moaned hard and long, rocking back and forth. I knew how much I wanted it. My pussy wanted to clench onto a nice thick dick. It begged it. 

In and out, and in and out, and in and out. 

But there was nothing except for a hot, steamy mess. Closing my eyes, I sucked on my finger tip. I could feel more juices dribble out of my cunt. I couldn't help but to start rolling my nip again, just imagining that it was my clit.

That's when the door was slammed shut.

Startled and interrupted, I yelped, jerked my legs closed, and sat up. I grabbed the nearest pillow to cover myself.

"Oh God," I thought, "Someone just caught me masturbating. This is embarrassing." Our eyes met, and a few seconds passed by. "Um, can I help you?" I said, now slightly frustrated with her just standing there.

She was a brunette, just like me, and she was wearing a loose tee and shorts. I noticed her belt buckle was already undone. 

She stammered, "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything- I just," She walked forward two paces, hesitantly, "I," she paused, "I couldn't keep watching."

I put the pillow down. My breasts sticking out. My nipples harder than ever. I could feel that throbbing feeling in my loins again. I was getting hot. Visions of her licking my nipples started filling my head.

I grabbed my nips and rolled them violently in my finger tips as I made my way to the edge of the bed. She took her shirt off and approached me. 

Enough was enough.

I grabbed her and brought her up onto the bed. I threw her down, so she was laying on her back. She spread her legs wide apart: her shorts still on. I saw her little undies through the bottom of her shorts. She had her finger in her mouth, sucking on it while giving me a devilish stare. Her stomach was nice and toned, and it appeared so smooth: free of any flaws. I wanted to lick it. Then I wanted to fuck her. I moved her shorts and undies to the side. Her dripping vagina exposed. I shoved my finger straight up there. Right away her tiny little pussy clamped up. I heard a gasp from her. I kissed her little clit, and she let out a soft moan. I shoved another finger inside and started finger fucking her wet pussy real hard. I knew she wanted it because her pussy was so tight. As my fingers were sliding in and out, I stuck my wet, warm tongue against her little clit, and she moaned even louder. I started licking her pussy hard. She was moaning so loud. 

"Oh baby, fuck me!" she'd yell. "Oh, right there! Oh!"

She was burning. She was dripping. She was throbbing, just like me.

I told her, "You're going to fuck me hard, and that's how you'll cum, you little whore."

I grabbed a hold of her shorts and pulled them off with her underwear as she took off her bra.

Out of nowhere I was thrown down onto the bed, and she mounted me in the scissoring position. She had a good hold on me then started humping the shit out of my clit.

"Is this what you want, you slut? Huh?"

She started fucking me even harder. "Huh?!"

"Yeess.." I moaned. Eyes closed, back arched, fingers rolling my nipples.

Moans and groans were thrown about loud and clear. Sharp "UH's" and long, drawn out "Oooooh's" weren't uncommon either. Two steamy brunettes just clit fucking the hell out of each other. 

"Oh, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH.." Right before my orgasm I threw her off. "I'm so close, baby."

"Me too, you fucker!" She was trying to mount me again. She was so horny. Then she was rubbing her clit against mine again. 

"No, wait!" I tried to say, but she was still riding me hard. I was so close. 

Her eyes were closed, her jaw clenched shut. "Euhh, euhh, euhh, OH, OH.." She was just trying to cum as fast as possible. 

I loved watching her tits bounce with each motion. It was so hot. I took two fingers and shoved them up her dripping pussy from behind. She screamed hard, but I knew her pussy wanted something to clench onto. I knew she wanted it, and I was right. Two seconds later she was moaning loud and long. 

"Euuuuuuooooooooohhhhhhhh, oooooooooooh yeeahhhhhhh, uh huh! uh HUH! UH HUH!" 

We were rubbing pussies and my fingers were deep inside her. She was still moaning, so I jumped up on her and started pussy fucking her again. I grabbed one of her tits, started sucking on her nipple hard as fuck, and rubbed her pussy with my pussy even harder. Back and forth, back and forth, BACK AND FORTH, BACK AND FORTH, BACK AND FORTH! She returned the favor and stuck two fingers up my pussy and.. 

"EUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!!" My pussy clamped up onto those fingers so fucking tight, and I savored every moment her fingers slid in and out of my pussy. Oh fuck me, it felt so good.

Before I was done cumming she threw me off of her and started fucking my pussy again...