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The Good Son

By: Mr. Unsexy



Evan hated his father.

At twenty one, Evan had developed such an intolerance for Sonny that he couldn't bear to be in the same room with him for longer than an hour. Just little comments he would make. Snotty looks. In his youth he had always tried to please his father, but never to any avail. Now he realized that it was just not possible. He figured he would just stay out of his father's way until he could move out; then he wouldn't have to deal with him any longer.

Evan thought Sonny was incapable of properly raising children. And in a way, he was right. Sonny took the "success of the child" principle way too far. Evan went to college after graduation to become a doctor. It wasn't enough for him. Evan got an excellent job at a bank, and after only three years was being noted as a potential future vice president. All while maintaining excellent grades in his classes. Still, Sonny wanted more. And it got to the point where Evan could care less himself; especially with his sister.

Alaura could never do anything wrong. Sonny would buy her cars that she'd total. Sonny would set her up with jobs she'd walk out on. Sonny would lend her money he'd never get back. But all that was fine... Evan took the brunt of his nonsense and he couldn't stand it.

Then when Sonny met Sara, Evan's hatred for his father found new heights. Sara, at thirty five, was fourteen years older than Evan, but sixteen younger than Sonny. And of course she was a knockout. And of course it only made Sonny act worse toward Evan. Perhaps he was trying to impress Sara with his marvelous parenting; Maybe it was just another achievement to hold against his son; who knows.

Sara was actually very kind, and even better looking. Her dark mahoganish hair flowed to her breasts and were matched by her bright brown eyes. Between those was her thin and well proportioned nose, underneath which was a lovely little mouth, pouty lips in front of a perfect set of teeth and a delicious looking tongue.

Her figure was remarkable as well. She had a nice flat stomach, probably because she'd never had children, a nice full ass and beautifully sculpted legs. Despite her age her breasts were still high and firm as a teenage girl's would be, and there was not a hint of age in her face. She was just a beautiful beautiful woman, who from what Evan could tell, never got fucked.

That was another thing that bothered him about that relationship. Sonny was a highly unsexual person. He was a good looking guy and all, especially for being as old as he was, but he never did anything with her.

Evan could think of several things he'd do to her. Some mornings she'd still be in her nightie making breakfast and he'd imagine grabbing her from behind. Sometimes she'd be cleaning around the house and she'd bend over to pick something up and he'd give anything to shove her on a nearby piece of furniture and fuck her til rapture.

On their wedding day Evan remembered getting very drunk and eyeing Sara a great deal, and actually making a trip or two to the bathroom to jerk off. It'd been a year since then, and Evan was still having the same fantasies.

One night he awoke to them fighting. He had never heard them fighting before. An oddly strong interest took him over and he snuck into the hallway.

"...since our honeymoon," he heard Sara say.

"Well maybe I'm just not interested," he heard his father bark. "Did you ever think of that?"

God his father was an asshole. He never failed to give Evan daily reminders why he hated him so much. How he'd gotten Sara was a mystery beyond him.

"God, couples just have sex, Sonny. I'd like to anyway. I don't see why you have to be such a dick about it."

With that Evan heard footsteps and ducked back into his bedroom. Sara walked down the hall and down the stairs. He waited to hear the front door close but it never did, though Sonny's door did.

About ten minutes had passed and he began to wonder what Sara was doing down there, and what she was wearing. I'll bet she's in something hot, he said to himself. Trying to get laid and somehow not succeeding.

He pulled a pair of jeans on and decided to go investigate. He wore no shirt, and Evan worked out frequently so he knew he had a very chiseled upper body. He was thinking that maybe this was the opportunity he'd been secretly wanting for the past year. His mind was racing with possibilities and scenarios as he calmly went down the stairs. He looked around and saw a dim light coming from the kitchen. He smiled to himself and headed over.

Evan very slowly peeked into the kitchen and saw Sara sitting at the table, head in hands and wearing a metallic pink silk robe. She was making no noise, and Evan couldn't help but look up her one exposed leg, imagining himself kissing up that leg, grabbing it, holding it in place while he rammed into her. But quickly he recomposed himself and walked in, letting his presence be known.

"Oh, I was wondering who had the light on, he said nonchalantly. "Trouble sleeping?"

She looked up and smiled grimly. "Yeah, you could say that I guess."

He began rummaging through the refrigerator. "Are you hungry at all?"

"No," she said. There was a sullen tone to her voice.

Evan eventually settled on a small carton of yogurt and grabbed a spoon, having a seat at the table. "What's up?"

Sara just looked over at him sadly and laid her arms flat on the table. He looked harder at her. "Come on," he pressed. "Tell me.. what is it?"

Sara sighed before answering. "It's Sonny, he-"

She stopped.

Her look seemed to brighten ever so slightly before she continued. "Your father won't... god I don't even think I should be talking to you about this..."

She smiled a very slight smile, as did Evan. He knew what she was going to tell him, but he was still eager to hear her say it. "Oh, come on Sara. I'm your son. If you can't tell me, who can you tell?"

When she didn't laugh he added, "Maybe if i did your hair?"

Then she did. "We could make a night of it, Sara. You give me your gossip and we'll eat a tub of ice cream. We'll do each other's nails; It'll be great."

"Okay, okay," Sara said, giving in. "Your father..." she trailed off.

He continued feigning ignorance, liking the way she was struggling to explain.

"Well, it's just that it's about... it's about sex."

The way she said "sex" sent a tingle up Evan's spine. He'd been sitting with her for a scant few minutes and already he was getting hard. But he kept playing it cool.

"Oh?"

She nodded, and it seemed to him that she'd almost forgotten about her problem and was enjoying herself sitting and talking about it with someone.

"He doesn't want to sleep with me," she whispered, a little of her outrage starting to seep out.

Evan faked shock. Even though it was a shocking scenario, he basically recycled his own suprise at the situation. "What? Does he even say why?"

"Just that he's not interested, the bastard," she muttered. Evan stifled a laugh. "You've got me there, he is a bastard."

They both laughed heartily at this. Evan risked putting his hand out over one of hers and regained eye contact. "He's just silly. How long has it been?"

"Since the honeymoon."

"Okay, he's not silly, he's an idiot," Evan smiled. This got another smile from Sara. "I mean, I'm a good looking woman, at least that's what I'm told... what do you think?"

"I think you look great," Evan grinned. "Sometimes I wish I'd met you before my dad did."

She smiled again and withdrew her hand. "Well, I'd better go to bed. I'm pretty sure he's asleep by now. Thanks for talking to me, Evan."

"Sure, Sara, anytime," he replied. When she got up and headed back up the stairs, he watched her ass move back and forth in that graceful rhythm in that shiny robe in between those sensual hips with her slender calves and god he wanted to fuck her.

The next morning Evan woke up and heard water swishing. It took him a moment to realize someone was swimming outside. He looked out the window and sure enough, there was Sara. Looking absolutely stunning in her red two piece. He couldn't understand how any straight man could say no to that body.

Evan looked at the clock and saw that it was ten thirty. His father was already at work. He was alone with her... no point it letting it go to waste. He'd already done far too much of that. He slid off his pants and boxers and slipped on a pair of swimming trunks. He grabbed a towel and headed outside.

She was wading when he got out there, and he smiled as he greeted her. "Good morning Sara... how long have you been out here?"

"Only like ten minutes... care to join me?"

"I'd love to."

He tossed his towel aside and dove in. Deciding to test her playfulness, he went straight up into her and grabbed her sexy waist, pulling her up with him as he surfaced. She laughed, suprised. "What are you doing?"

"Just playing around," Evan grinned. She smiled back and splashed him. "Well there's no playing in this house. Your father would be very upset to hear about anyone having fun around here."

"Oh that's ridiculous" he laughed sarcastically, giving her a little splash back. "He's the most fun person I know. You should've seen us at the club the other night, he was a madman."

Sara laughed. "That's our Sonny. And stop splashing me, you little brat." She gave him a gentle shove and he laughed, backstroking away from her.

"So was he asleep when you went back to bed?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, thank god. And he was already gone too when I woke up, so I've got no complaints for today so far."

"Well what about when I dove into you?"

She grinned slyly. "Well, there's that," she said, just before leaping at him. She landed on his right shoulder and he caught her, and Sara's slender body wrapped over his shoulder got him more than a little excited. He wrapped his arms around her petite waist and spun her around before falling forward into the water, her feet first. Sara half screamed and half laughed as he spun her and as she fell back in.

Sara swam away from Evan a little and pushed her hair out of her face. "See, now I need a guy like that, not someone who'll turn their nose up at fun."

"Well at least you have me around," Evan smiled.

"Oh, it's not the same," she said, almost at a loss for what to say next.

"How?"

She didn't say anything, just kept swimming around. Finally she came up with "Don't you think I'm a little old for you?"

Evan smiled as he followed her through the pool. "Don't you think he's a little old for you?"

She swam into an end and turned her back to it, facing Evan as he approached her. His hands hit the edge on either side of Sara and he held himself in front of her. "That's different."

He looked into her intense brown eyes as she struggled for something to say. He moved in a little closer and gently rubbed his hard on against her crotch. She let out a little gasp and he did it again, now slowly grinding against her.

"What are you doing?! Goddammit Evan stop tha-...ooohhh...sto-..."

Their gaze remained locked as she started bucking back into him. Her mouth hung open slightly and little moans made their way out. Evan smiled at her as he held himself even closer against her. Then they heard her cell phone ring.

Sara, as though coming out of a trance, shook her head and turned around, her ass now facing Evan. She picked up the phone while Evan held himself in place patiently.

"Hello? Oh, hi Sonny.....okay, that sounds good... alright... okay, I'll ask hi-i-im.."

Evan began grinding into her rear as she said "him" and caught her off guard. He continued, but she made no effort to stop him.

"No, I'm fine... nng....yeah..... yeah whatever you say honey..."

Her speaking was very low and breathy now. She began to buck her hips back into Evan as Sonny's voice grew more distant.

"Okay.... okay...... yeah..... alright we'll see you then... bye."

Quickly Sara pulled herself up out of the pool and sat on the edge facing Evan.

"Alright, Sonny wants me to go run some errands and to meet us for dinner tonight at Barcadia. So I have to leave."

Evan reached up and touched her hips as he gingerly kissed her thighs. "Right this second?"

It was a good moment before she answered. He kissed further up her thighs and she ran her fingers through his wet hair. Then she finally pulled away from Evan and stood. "Yes. I'll meet you at the restaurant with your father at five."

And with that she walked off.

Evan smiled to himself... he had her. It was going to be a good night.

Evan swam around a bit more, waiting for his erection to die down, then got out and toweled off. When he got inside Sara was already gone. He couldn't stop grinning as he walked around the house. He made himself some lunch, changed into some clothes, and killed time by watching a few movies in his bedroom.

Evan arrived at Barcadia at about a quarter to five. He walked in and asked about a reservation for Sonny Barlow. The man smiled and took him to a booth where his father and Sara were already sitting. They were sitting on opposite sides.

"You're late, Evan," Sonny said pompously.

"You're just early," Evan shot back disgustedly, though glad he had an excuse to sit next to Sara.

Sara was wearing a shin length black dress with straps on the shoulders. Her hair was up in a very sophisticated manner and she was slightly made up. Evan was dressed in dark gray slacks, a black jacket, and a white shirt underneath.

She gave Evan a look when he greeted her, he couldn't really identify what it meant but he liked it all the same. She looked beautiful tonight.

As expected, Sonny bored them to death with an intricate retelling of his day at work. He even kept the server waiting for a good five minutes as he continued talking before giving their order, which was infuriatingly typical of him.

As he droned on, Evan carefully placed his hand on Sara's thigh. She placed her hand on his, at first in an attempt to move it. But Evan persisted, and ran his hand up and down her thigh. She sighed a little, barely audible to Evan and probably not at all to Sonny, who was still going on and on. Sara, giving up, placed her elbows on the table's edge and acted interested in what Sonny was talking about. 

Meanwhile Evan, while looking at his father and feigning interest, was running his hand up and down her thighs, and when he started to dig his hand near her crotch, Sara choked on her water and desperately pushed it away. Evan couldn't help but smile at how flushed she was starting to look and his father's utter indifference toward it.

"...and I think what that entails is that we've got a great chance for advancement in yet another industry," Sonny continued. He then took a quick drink from his glass and excused himself. Evan felt his cock leap a little in his pants at the sight of his father going to the bathroom, leaving him all alone with his beautiful wife.

Before she could say anything he quickly turned toward her and shoved his hand between her thighs, running up to her center and rubbing her heatedly. A stifled moan escaped her and she scrambled to grab his hand, but he wouldn't stop, and soon she was holding his wrist gyrating with him. She was looking into his eyes lustily, heavy breaths escaping her full mouth. Evan kissed her neck and up her cheek, and abruptly stopped and moved back.

Sara breathed deeply and fixed her hair as best as she could, and within moments Sonny was back at the table.

"That bathroom is filthy."

Evan rolled his eyes as their food arrived. Thankfully, Sonny had already gone over his entire day and he had nothing more to say, so they were able to eat in silence, with Sara and Evan exchanging occasional glances. I hope you can smell your wife on my fingers, Evan thought.

As they finished their meal Sara and Evan politely thanked Sonny for their dinner and Evan gave her thigh a brief squeeze before excusing himself, giving Sara a slight jump. They both smiled mischievously at this and Evan left.

On the way home Evan hit a few bars. He wanted to get home late, when Sonny would be asleep. And getting a few drinks in him certainly couldn't hurt the wait.

Evan pulled in to the driveway at about midnight. Feeling a little tipsy, he made his way to the front door and carefully unlocked it before quietly opening it. He almost felt seventeen again; it was wonderful. Excited about a girl, sneaking in to his house after a night of drinking.. except that he wasn't just leaving a trail of fun behind him, he had quite a bit in front of him as well. He slowly closed the door behind him, locked it, and headed to the kitchen. He poured himself a tall glass of water drank it completely, and then noticed that the television in the living room was on.

Sara. She's waiting for me, he thought, and his anticipation tripled. He excitedly combed his hair with his fingers, cleaned off his face and headed out to see her sitting on the couch by herself, in black lingerie. She crossed her legs seductively as he approached her, looking him in the eye with an equal contained eagerness for what was to come.

He knelt in front of her and touched her bare foot with one hand and ran the other slowly up her warm leg. Evan rubbed her softly and slowly, from her foot up to her thigh and back, and when he looked up at her Sara's head was back and her eyes were closed. He smiled as he bent his head down and kissed her knee.

Sara uncrossed her legs but held her thigh together as Evan replaced his lips on her knee. He positioned himself in front of her knees and let his hands trail up and down her thighs, very carefully and gracefully, as his face moved between her knees.

He continued kissing her warm flesh in the same place as he started pressing his thumbs gently into her skin. His palms would run up and down the sides of her legs while he'd press his thumbs gingerly into the tops of her thighs. And then he started kissing up, now between her lower thighs.

Evan could feel Sara's legs open slightly and he moved up, gently forcing his way between her thighs and now he was kneeling between her legs. Wrapping his arms around her waist he kissed above her breast, near her throat and finally her chin. That was when she moved her head down and started to kiss him back; they both let out minute gasps as their tongues clashed in her hot mouth. He wrapped an arm around her waist and placed the other on her back, laying her down across the couch. She was now looking longingly at him as he gently trailed his fingers up her arms, kissing her shoulders and around her neck.

Kneeling beside her, Evan began to run his fingers through her dark brown hair. It felt incredibly soft and his hand was covered with it. He massaged her scalp and with his other hand he stroked her stomach, up and down from below her breasts to above her crotch, very slow and gingerly.

Now Evan rose his hand up to her shoulder and undid a strap of her lingerie, letting it fall to the side as he went for the other. As he pulled the opposite back, he took his other hand from her hair and slowly pulled it down, gradually exposing her supple breasts and stopped when it was around her hips.

He went back to rubbing her now bare stomach and kissed her neck, down her throat and over her chest, just above her tits. He could see that her nipples were swollen and well sized. He'd seen them poking through shirts and blouses countless times and imagined them in his mouth; now here they were right in front of him begging him for it.

After a short moment of thought he licked up the fleshy hill and took the tip into his mouth. Sara let out a sigh as he nibbled and sucked gently on her, and as his hand made its way down underneath her now crumpled lingerie just over her clit and passing over to her hip, kneading softly.

Evan gave her nipple one last kiss as he moved down, kissing her stomach and using his hands to pull the lingerie completely off. Sara was now completely nude in front of him, and he could see her bare muff glistening. He disrobed himself lazily as Sara stared back at him, almost in a helpless state, a beautiful creature enslaved to a longing for the next stage.


The Good Son



I kicked my shoes off the minute I got in the house. They flew across the room, and I didn't give a damn where they landed. I pulled a bottle of Beefeater out of the liquor cabinet, poured a double shot into a glass, and added some tonic. Then, for good measure, I splashed in some more gin until it was full to the rim. Shit! There wasn't a lime in the fridge, so I did without.

I downed half the glass in one gulp, plopped down on the couch, and put my feet up on the coffee table. My pantyhose were binding me, so I raised up my butt and wriggled out of the cursed things. I wonder if anyone has ever died from crotch asphyxia? I was wearing a sexy black cocktail dress; the skirt came down to mid-thigh, and it showed a modest amount of cleavage.

Just as I threw them on the floor, my son, Jason, came in from play rehearsal at his high school.

"You're home early, Mom, another lousy date?"

"That's the understatement of the year, honey."

"Want to tell me about it?"

"Not really."

"That bad, huh?"

"That bad."

"Come on, spit it out."

"All right, all right." I downed the rest of my drink and tucked my feet under myself. 

"I went out to dinner with John Forrester, a lawyer from our legal department, and we were supposed to go a play afterwards. It's a new show that got really great reviews, and I was really anxious to see it."

"You obviously didn't make it to the theater."

"It seems he had other ideas. I met him in the Oak Room in the Hilton hotel for dinner. He was half crocked when I got there, which didn't start the evening off too well. The conversation was totally one-sided; he spent half the meal telling me what a bitch his ex-wife is, and the other half bragging about his sexual conquests since his divorce." "He sounds like a real creep."

"That's not the half of it. He ordered an after-dinner drink and, after looking at my watch, I told him if we didn't hurry up, we'd miss the opening curtain. He leered at me and said, 'the hell with the play, I've got a better idea.' He took my hand in his, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a hotel key. 'I'll bet you're really hot in the sack,' he said. He'd never even bought tickets for the play. I excused myself to go to the ladies room, went straight out the back door and took a cab home."

"Jesus, Mom, I'd like to knock him on his ass."

Jason could do it, too. He stands 6'2, weighs about 190, and that's mostly lean, hard muscle. He's got blond hair, bleached by the sun, blue eyes, and a chiseled face with a deep cleft in his chin. He looks, at eighteen, so much like his father did at that age, it's uncanny.

He inherited his build and his looks from his father's side of the family, and his musical talent from mine. He's an accomplished pianist, providing all the music for his school's annual play, a resurrection of "The Boyfriend," a Broadway classic. 

He's considered kind of geeky; he studies hard and maintains a 4.0 grade point average, and is heavy into computers, which doesn't endear him to the "popular" crowd. He's basically very shy, and although he's had a couple dates, he has very little experience with girls.

"Let me freshen your drink, Mom, and I'll give you a foot rub."

Now there was an offer I couldn't refuse. He put my drink on the coffee table, sat on the end of the couch, and put my feet in his lap. He's got wonderful hands, with long piano player's fingers. He started to massage my feet, and I began to relax, all the tension I felt slowly melted away.

My skirt had ridden up on my thighs, and when Jason lifted my leg, his eyes roamed up between my legs. I was wearing a pair of black lace bikini panties, and I could feel that they had drawn up between my lips, most likely giving him a view of a perfect camel toe.

I didn't want Jason to know this, but my feet are a total erogenous zone. I had read an article in "Cosmo" some time ago that illustrated the pressure points on the feet that stimulate a woman's genitals. There's one on the ankle, on the balls of the feet, and on the toes, especially the big one. Sometimes, it can produce a climax. I merely suggested where I liked him to massage, and he did what I asked.

I don't know whether I was just particularly horny that night, if I'd been a little extra tipsy, or maybe it was a combination of both, but after a few minutes into my foot rub, my panties were soaked. Jason must have been able to smell the odor coming out from under my skirt, but I don't think he knew what it was.

My arousal continued to build, I felt that familiar warmth growing in my belly, and a tingling between my legs. My breath was coming in gasps, the sensation started in my toes, and the wave overtook me. I put my fist in my mouth and bit my knuckles, to keep from screaming out loud. My legs shook, my back arched, and my hips rose up from the cushions.

"Are you okay, Mom?"

"Yeah, Jase, I'm fine.... you just hit a real sensitive spot."

"Did anyone ever tell you you've got great legs?"

"Your father did, all the time."

"You really miss him, don't you?"

Oh God, did I miss him. Brett was not only my husband, he was the love of my life, my best friend, my soul mate. It's been four years since he's been gone, and he is in my mind and my heart every day. He was killed in Afghanistan when an IED was detonated under the truck he was riding in.

He wasn't even in the military, he was a contractor, working in computer security. The company he worked for sent him over for a "limited" time; he was supposed to there for just a month. I was terrified when he told me he was going over there, but he assured me it was safe. The blackest day of my life was when two military officers knocked on my door and gave me the news.

Brett was my first love, my ONLY love, until the day he died. I had never been with another man. We were high school sweethearts, and besides a lot of heavy making-out, we were able to hold our hormones in check until our senior year, when we had both turned eighteen.

Because he loved me, and he "respected" me, he had refrained from "feeling me up" or any other kind of petting that a lot of kids in school were engaged in. I knew he was interested, because I could see the "rise in his Levi's" when we were making out. I was interested, too, so I finally made the first move. During a particularly heavy make-out session, I took his hand a placed in on my breast.

"Touch me," I whispered.

Our experimentation progressed from there. We were both totally inexperienced, so we experimented, and learned from each other. I'll never forget the first time I bared my breasts for him, or how good his hands, and later his lips, felt on my bare skin.

I had never seen a penis before, and was totally fascinated when I unzipped his pants and revealed his. I gasped, because it was so big, I couldn't conceive of it ever fitting inside me. It was long and thick, with big blue veins around the root, and a bulbous purple head on the top. He slid his jeans down over his hips, revealing his large testicles, nestling in their sack.

Brett took my hand, put it on his erection, and showed me how to stroke him until he ejaculated, spewing his semen all over both of us. I was really proud of myself for doing that!

I'll never forget the first time he brought me to orgasm. He was clumsy at first, not knowing how to touch me. I was so hot, and so wet, and when I guided his fingers to my clitoris, I thought my bones were going to melt when I climaxed.

We taught ourselves how to perform oral sex, fumbling at first, but later getting really good at it. We went "all the way" the first time the night of our prom. In all of our married life, we never lost the thrill of making love with each other.

There is a huge hole in my life, and in my heart.

I was a widow at thirty-three, left with a fourteen year-old son, who now had no father. Thank God for Jason; if it weren't for him, I never would have been able to hold it together.

"You're going to be the man of the house while I'm gone, Jase, take care of your mother," were the last words he spoke to his son. To our son.

Jason did step up to the plate. Without being asked, he took over his father's chores around the house and yard. He mowed the lawn, raked the leaves, washed the car, and everything else Brett had done. He had a part-time job after school, at a pizza parlor, and had saved up enough to buy his own car, a used Toyota that was in remarkably good shape for its vintage.

That's not to say he's been perfect these past four years. He and his buddy, Kenny, share a six-pack of beer every now and then, and there was the distinct odor of pot is room one day, but I'd rather have them experiment at home where they won't get in trouble. He told me one day that I was his best friend, which really touched my heart.

Then one day, something happened that I wasn't expecting. I had just done the laundry, and was carrying an armload of folded clothes up to his room. He and Kenny had gone to the mall, or so I thought. His door was slightly ajar and, because my arms were full, I pushed it open with my foot.

He was lying on his bed, naked from the waist down, furiously masturbating. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, so he didn't see me enter the room. It wasn't the act itself that threw me; my God, I've been washing his sheets for the past four years; I knew what he was doing, and I know it's perfectly natural. I masturbate myself; since Brett died, the only relief I've had are my own fingers, and a few vibrating sex toys that I bought on-line.

No, what threw me was the size of his cock! I felt an overwhelming sense of deja vu. He was hung just like his father, who was extremely well endowed.

I could tell by the sounds he was making that he had reached the point of no return. "AHHHHH," he shouted, and shot of huge load of cum straight up into the air. I must have gasped, because he opened his eyes and looked right at me.

"MOM!" He scrambled to cover himself up with the bedspread.

"I'm sorry, Jason; I should have knocked."

I shut his door and made a hasty retreat. I was sorry that I had embarrassed him, and feeling a bit guilty because I couldn't get the image of his cock out of my mind. My pussy tingled when I thought about it. I'm his mother, for God's sake. When he came into the kitchen the next morning, his face was red and he stared at the floor.

"I'm so sorry about last night, Mom. I promise I won't do it again."

"Sure you will, honey. It's perfectly natural. Everyone does it, it's nothing to be ashamed of."

"That's what Dad told me. He even gave me some pointers on how to do it better, like with lube and stuff. That was about the last conversation we ever had. I'm glad you're not mad at me."

"I'd be more disappointed if you didn't do it. I masturbate myself sometimes."

"You do? Uh, how does a woman do it? I mean you don't have a coc.... uh, penis."

"You can say 'cock;' I know all the words."

"So how does a woman do it?"

"I massage my clitoris with my fingers, or sometimes I use a vibrator. A woman has needs too, and I haven't had a partner since your dad's been gone."

"I don't know what a clitoris is."

"You will, some day."

"Okay, bye; I don't want to be late for school."

Everything went back to normal between us, and the subject didn't come up again. I still had the image of his ample cock in my head the next time I took care of myself. My favorite sex toy is a rabbit vibrator that I bought on-line from Adam and Eve. I wouldn't have the courage to go into one of those sleazy sex shops.

I played with my pussy with my fingers, until I was good and wet. A rabbit has a rotating cockhead that goes deep inside you, a ring of rotating beads that stimulate your labia, and a set of "ears" that fit over your clit. It will never replace a man, but it does relieve the sexual tension.

I turned it on and slipped the rotating head into the entrance to my vagina. I like to push it in slowly, so it rubs all my inner walls on the way in, pausing halfway in to tease my G-spot. When it's all the way in, the beads stimulate my now-swollen minora.

Once I put the ears on my clit, I can start with a low speed vibration that brings me up slowly, then turn it up to full-speed. That night, I was totally charged up. My hips started to buck, my whole body shook, and when I came, instead of muffling the sound as I normally do, I let out a primal scream. Perversely, I hoped Jason heard me.

A few weeks later, I was lounging on the couch with a tall gin and tonic, watching a Netflix movie, "Harry and Sally," one of my favorite chick flicks. I was wearing one of Brett's old tee shirts, with a San Francisco Forty-niners logo on the front, and a pair of sweat pants.

Jason was out on a date, a rare occurrence for him, and I was delighted. It was about time he found a girlfriend. This was is third date with Wendy, the lead in his school play. She was blonde, blue-eyed, and stacked. He was smitten with her.

About ten o'clock, I heard the door slam. I thought it was pretty early for his date to have ended, when he came into the living room, looking like his best friend had just been hit by a bus.

"What's up, kiddo?"

He sat down next to me and didn't say a word. A tear slid down his cheek. I put my arms around him, and held him close. His head was cradled on my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra, and I was really disconcerted when I realized how good it felt. My nipples got hard. This was a time for comfort, not lust.

"Come on, spill it."

"W-Wendy doesn't want to see me anymore."

"What happened? Did you try to go too far with her?"

"Not even. We were at that place by the lake where all the kids go to park. I went to kiss her, for the first time, and she pushed me away and asked me to take her home."

"Maybe she wasn't ready to be kissed yet?"

"It wasn't that at all. She said she wanted to out with someone who had more experience. Jesus, Mom, I'm eighteen and I never kissed a girl before; I don't even know how."

I thought back to the first time Brett and I kissed. We didn't know what to do, either, but we managed to figure it out. I guess girls today are a little more sophisticated than we were. You read about them having blowjob parties in middle school. I thought long and hard about what I was about to say:

"I can teach you how to kiss, Jason."

"But you're my mother!"

"I taught you how to ride a bicycle, how to dance, and how to drive a car. When it comes right down to it, I taught you how to stand up and pee in the toilet. What makes you think I can't teach you how to kiss?"

"B-but this is different."

"I've kissed you goodnight every night of your life."

"Yeah, but this is still different."

"For God's sake, Jase, we're not having sex with each other, it's just kissing. Now come here and show me how you kissed her."

Tentatively, he pressed his mouth against mine. His lips were clamped tightly together, his whole body language strained. No wonder Wendy was turned off.

"Loosen up and relax. Open your mouth a little bit and put your finger longwise between your lips. Now, go blub-blub-blub." He did. "Now, kiss me again, and do what I do."

He was catching on. Quickly. I licked his lips with my tongue and then stuck it in his mouth. His eyes got big for a minute, then his tongue went to work. It wasn't supposed to happen, but when we got into it, my passion really began to rise. Both of us started breathing heavily, and I could see by the rise in his pants that he was getting turned on as well.

When he saw me looking at his crotch, his face got red and he pulled away and, slightly bent over so I couldn't see his boner, went off to his room. If I were a Catholic, I'd have to confess to having very impure thoughts. I could picture him taking care of his hard-on with his good right hand. I knew my fingers were going to have a dance with Miss Clitty.

Christmas was upon us; it always comes too fast. It always was a very special time for Brett and Jason and me, and we both missed him terribly. Jase took over many of his father's tasks; hanging the outdoor lights under the eaves, dragging the tree into the house, and setting it up in its stand. He untangled all the light strands that went on the tree and tested the bulbs. He seldom cursed, at least not around me, but I could hear an occasional "shit" or "fuck" muttered under his breath, just like his dad used to do.

We always opened our gifts on Christmas morning. I had gotten him a stereo for his car, and an assortment of CD's that he had been wanting. There was a particularly fancily wrapped package for me, and I was totally nonplussed when I opened it. Inside was a white negligee; silk lace and totally sheer.

"It's beautiful, Jason, thank you," I gulped.

"Well...um... I'm not sure that's an appropriate gift to give your mother, but Dad used to give you something from Victoria's Secret every year, and I know how much you liked them."

Actually, it was a totally inappropriate gift to give your mother, but I have to admit I was very titillated. Brett used to love me to wear skimpy nighties, and he equally loved taking them off of me. God, I missed him. Then I wondered if Jason wanted me to model it for him. And, more important, whether I would.

I poured myself a double gin and tonic and sat down to think about it. I hadn't yet made up my mind, so I poured another one.

Still undecided, I took the nightie into the bedroom to try it on. I stripped off my clothes and checked myself out in the full-length mirror. I'm proud to say that, at thirty-seven, my body looks as good as it did when I was in my twenties. I exercise faithfully, and have kept myself taut and toned. I'm still curvy in all the right places, and at 5'5" still weigh the same 120 pounds that I did in high school.

I checked out my breasts in the mirror, from the front and sideways. They're not huge, but a respectable C cup. And thanks to "Cosmo" again, and their article "The Top 5 Breast Exercises for Perky Boobs," I don't yet have even a hint of sag, and a cute little uplift. My nipples are pink, centered on quarter-sized areolas. Turning backwards and looking over my shoulder showed that I still had my nice round ass. 

Brett liked my pussy "au natural" so I shaved my pubic hair for him. It is nice and smooth, and I like it that way, too.

I put the nightie on, and boy was it sheer. My tits looked great through the lacy gauze. Should I put panties on? You could see my slit, and I remembered that Brett liked that, too. I had a beautiful black silk robe that he had made for me when he was in Bangkok, so I put that on over the negligee. That kept everything covered up in case I decided not to flash the kid. Christ, I was a little bit tipsy, or I wouldn't even be thinking this way.

I had just settled on the couch when Jason came home from his job at the pizza parlor.

"Hey, Mom, can I make you a drink?" What a good kid.

"Sure, honey; why don't you make one for yourself, too." Indulgent Mom.

"Wow, what's the occasion?"

I usually only let him drink on special occasions, and until now, nothing stronger than wine.

"It's Tuesday, that's the occasion."

"Actually, it's Wednesday, but I'll have one with you anyway."

"Why don't you put some music on?"

He put on one of the Dave Brubeck albums that I had gotten him for Christmas. As a pianist, he loved Brubeck's style, and was trying to master the 5/4 time signature he used on "Take Five."

We chitchatted for awhile, about my work, his school, the state of the union, and other mundane things. As he's not a drinker, I could tell that two shots of gin had given him a bit of a buzz, and I was feeling no pain at all. It was now or never.

"So, Jase, about that Christmas present you gave me....."

"Uh....is it all right? Does it fit?"




The Good Son



"It fits perfectly; I just wanted to see how you like it on me."

I stood up, unbelted my robe, and let it pool at my feet. His eyes got huge, and he sat there with his mouth hanging open.

"My God, Mom, you can see right through it."

"Of course you can; what did you think when you bought it?"

"Abba....abba....gnnkk....ah....."

"So do you like what you see?"

"B-but your my MOTHER.....ah...."

"That wasn't the question. Do you like what you see?"

I did a slow pirouette, so he could get the whole picture--front view, side view, tits, ass, and pussy. By this time, my nipples were hard as rocks, and poking right out in the sheer fabric. There might have been juice running down my leg. I never knew I had an exhibitionist gene.

"Well, sure, uh, um, I like it, but you're my......"

"Well, your dick sure likes what it sees."

I pointed at his crotch that was sticking straight out. He turned beet red, while still looking me up and down.

"Jeez, Mom...." He turned, and headed for his room. This time he didn't try to cover up his hard-on.

We didn't mention the incident again, but after that, he looked at me differently--like he could see right through my clothes. I should have felt guilty about it, but I didn't. It wasn't long before we had another conversation.

"Uh, Mom?"

"What, honey?"

"Um, you remember I told you that Dad and I talked about jerk...uh masturbating?"

"You can say 'jerking off'--I know all those words, too-- jerking off, jacking off, beating your meat...."

"Uh, okay. Well, when we talked about that, he told me he was going to talk to me about how to please a girl, but he never got the chance. So, um, I was wondering if maybe you could tell me some things, you being a girl, uh, woman and all."

"I can do that. It'll have to be a little bit later; I'm going shopping with your Aunt Janice."

I got home about 9:30. Jason was in his room, playing a computer game. I came in and sat down on his bed.

"So, are you ready to have our discussion?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," he replied nervously.

"Come over here and sit down on the bed with me. First of all, when an inexperienced couple are getting to know each other, they usually don't just jump into bed and fuck each other right away. They take it one step at a time; making out, petting, mutual masturbation, and so on." 

He flinched a bit; he'd never heard me use the "F" word before.

"You mean like first base and second base and stuff like that?"

"Yes, like that. I'm going to show you just the way your dad and I did it. So come over here and kiss me. You always kiss a girl before you do anything else; girls really like kissing, and it puts them in the mood."

"Y-you mean you're going to show me instead of telling me? You mean we're really going to d-do it? Y-you're my mother...."

"Forget I'm your mother. Just pretend I'm a girl that you're really in love with."

Jesus! It was all I could do to forget I'm his mother. I was about to cross a boundary that was the ultimate taboo. I kept trying to convince myself that it is in the interest of furthering his education, and forget about how turned on I was by the idea. After all, he is of legal age, so I'm not a pedophile or a child molester.

I pulled him close and lowered my mouth to his. I had taught him well in the kissing department, and he was really turning me on. My breathing turned heavy and I could almost hear my heart beating in my chest.

I took his hand and placed in on my breast, over my blouse. He touched me, tentatively, feeling the size and shape. His cock looked like it was going to bust right through his sweat pants. I undid the top two buttons.

"Unbutton the rest of them," I whispered. "Now kiss me, down my throat, across my chest, and along the top of my breasts."

I was wearing a lacy half-bra that gave my tits the maximum uplift and great cleavage. My nipples were visible through the lace. I shrugged out of the blouse and dropped it on the floor.

"Now unhook my bra."

His hands were shaking as he fumbled with the fastener. He got it unhooked, and I let it fall down my shoulders. I arched my back and thrust my chest out, displaying them to the maximum.

"Oh God, Mom, they're so beautiful."

"Touch them, Jason. Caress, don't squeeze; feel them all over."

His touch was so gentle, yet his hands were strong. His face was full of wonder and awe, just like his father's, when he saw my breasts for the first time. It was a thrill for me the first time, and it was again. 

He cupped them under his hands, feeling the heft and the weight, then stroked them all over, using his fingertips. When he got to my nipples, he watched in amazement as they stiffened and grew in length.

"Kiss them, all over....ohh, that's so nice....now take the tip of your tongue and run it all around each nipple....yes, yesss, just like that....take them in your mouth and suck....ohh, that feels good...."

I fisted my hands in his hair and held him close to me. I had flashbacks of when I nursed him when he was a baby, although the sensation wasn't maternal, it was purely carnal. My nipples are totally sensitive, and quite often I can reach a climax just by stimulating them alone. This was one of those times.

"Oh God, Jason....nngh....nngh....nnnghhhh....AHHHH...."

"Are you alright, Mom?"

"More than alright, baby, you just made me cum."

He looked really proud of himself. I raised his face from my boobs and kissed him hard; at the same time I reached for his crotch and felt his swollen cock. He looked at me with a combination of lust and consternation. It was the first time anyone had touched it, other than himself.

I had him raise his butt up a little off the bed and I tugged his sweats down. His shorts came down with them, and his turgid penis slapped him in the belly. I got this overwhelming sense of deja vu again, because it looked just like Brett's--long and wide, with a swollen red head that looked just like a helmet.

Jason gasped when I wrapped my hand around it. It had been more than four years since I had a cock in my hand, and I hadn't realized how much I'd missed it. I was longing to feel it inside me, but was going to wait and stick to my script. It was hot in my hand, and had that familiar hard, but soft feeling.

I ran my fingertips all over it, lightly, from the base to the tip, tracing slow circles around the rim of his crown. His balls were big like Brett's and I cradled them in one hand while I started to slowly stroke his shaft. His mouth was open and he started moaning deep in his throat. He didn't take his eyes off my boobs that were swaying with the motion of my hand.

I leaned forward over him, and placed his cock in the valley between my breasts. Pressing them together around him, I moved up and down, titty fucking him, and letting him thrust himself between them. He was gasping, and when he let go a stream of viscous pre-cum, I smeared it over his head and twirled my fist around it.

His hips started to buck, and he met the thrust of my hand with a motion of his own. I could tell he was about to let go; his sac drew up tight and his prick began to throb. I pumped him as hard and as fast as I could.

"AHHH....GOD....SHIT....OOOO....Ahhhhh."

I had leaned over him, and his hot cum splashed all over my tits and started running down my belly. I caught a gob that was hanging off my nipple and sucked it off my fingers. It had been a long time since I had sampled that salty, musky taste.

Our dalliance simply wasn't a topic of conversation in our day-to-day life, but we both looked at each other differently than before. I was watching my little boy turn into a man.

"So, Jason, what's third base? I've kind of lost track."

"Who's on first?"

"Very funny, smartass. What's third?"

"Uh...um...finger fucking."

That was the first time he used the "F" word in front of me. I remember the first time Brett put his hands in my pants. God, were we innocent back then. Everything we did was a brand new experience for both of us. He didn't know what to do, and I didn't know enough to tell him. We did figure it out, though.

We sat on his bed, kissing, with our arms wrapped tight around each other. I was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. When we broke our clinch, I pulled the tee shirt over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Before you go after woman's pussy, be sure you give her plenty of foreplay, so it gets good and wet."

"Wet?"

"The vagina secretes a slippery fluid, that makes it easier for your penis to enter her. It's kind of like the pre-cum that you make."

"What kind of foreplay?" "Kissing for starters, then fondle my breasts; that really gets me wet."

I didn't have to tell him twice; Jason was a natural-born tit man. I think it is hereditary; when he touches me, it's almost like he's channeling his father. His hands are so gentle, but so sensuous. I showed him how to roll my nipples between his thumb and finger. I like to have them pinched a little bit, and even nipped with his teeth.

I stopped him just as I was on the verge of an orgasm, because I wanted him to make me cum from down below. I unzipped my shorts and guided his hand under the waistband and into my panties.

As I suspected he would, he fumbled around, poking and prodding, until he finally found my vagina. He pushed his middle finger in as far as it would go, and began sawing it in and out.

"God, Mom, it's so hot and so slippery." I took his hand and guided it to where I wanted it to go.

"Feel that little bump? That my clit--clitoris."

I showed him how to dip his fingers into my cunt and spread the juice over my clit. He flicked his fingers back and forth over the hood, then, following my direction, slid the hood back and went to work on my "little penis." I was approaching the point of no return.

"Oh Jason....Jase, Jace....OOOH....NGGGGHHH....Jesus, ohhhh....mmmm."

"Wow, Mom, that was really HOT. Now I understand how you make yourself cum."

"Smell your fingers."

"That really smells good to me. Some of the guys at school have said that a woman's, um, pussy smells really bad."

"Now put them in your mouth; taste me."

"Whew....that really turns me on."

"Would you like to taste where it came from?"

"You mean, um, eat your pussy?"

"Yes."

"Uh, okay."

"It's your turn first. Take your clothes off."

"You mean your going to give me a, uh, blowjob?"

I just smiled at him and tugged his pants down. He pulled off his shirt and lay naked on the bed. I laid across him and kissed him deeply. My mouth wandered down his chest, and I licked and sucked his nipples. He gasped with pleasure, realizing that he had another erogenous zone.

When my lips found their way to his groin, he looked at me with a sense of wonder and expectation. It thrilled me to be the first to give him this experience, just like it did with his father; maybe even more with taboo that I was violating.

When I ran my tongue up his shaft, his cock pulsed, and I could feel his heartbeat in his blood-filled purple veins. Holding him in my hand, I licked all around the rim of his bulbous head. When I flicked it over his frenulum, he jerked and started spilling a copious amount of pre-cum.

I quickly put his cock into my mouth and sucked up all his clear, slippery fluid. I kept him in my mouth, sucking, and working my tongue all over his head. Saliva poured out of my mouth and ran down his shaft. I started to bob my head up and down, pumping his shaft with my hand.

"Oh, God, Mom, that feels soo good."

His hips started bucking and while I sucked, he was fucking my mouth. His moans got louder, and I gathered his balls in my hand, feeling his sac pull up tight. I watched his face as he started to cum, filling my mouth with his virgin cream.

"AHHHHH....AH....AH....oh...."

I kept sucking until I had drained the last drop. He shuddered again, and pulled away; his cockhead was too sensitive for me for me to continue. Wide-eyed, he watched me swallow it all.

He lay there panting with this dreamy look on his face. His penis had deflated and it lay against his leg. I rubbed his chest and his stomach, while waiting for him to recover. I stood up and dropped my shorts to the floor, pausing to let him get a good look at my very small lace panties before I peeled them down. It was the first time he had seen me completely in the nude, and I gave him time to take it all in.

Teenagers seem to recover almost instantly, and as I watched, his dick started to swell again. I love to watch a cock get hard. I lay back down on the bed, with my legs spread slightly.

"Are you ready for this, honey?"

"Um, yeah, I guess. You're going to have to tell me what to do."

"Well, first you kiss me, and then you start going lower. Remember, always start from the top down."

He was so eager, it thrilled me. Everything he was doing was a new experience, and I really enjoyed sharing it with him. His mouth worked its way down my body, slowly, deliciously, lingering over my tits, licking, sucking, until my cunt was flooding the sheets.

When he got down to my mons, he hesitated, not quite sure of what to do next.

"Kiss the lips; nibble on them with your lips."

As his mouth worked over my majora, I could feel them swell, and I knew they were starting to glow. My heat was rising.

"Now run your tongue up and down my slit."

I could feel my clit and minora swell and stick out between my fat lips. My body started to squirm when his tongue grazed them. I pulled my knees up and splayed my legs apart.

"Take your fingers and spread my lips apart."

I watched his face as he spread me open. He reminded me of my little boy opening up his Christmas present. He just paused and stared. He had no idea what he was going to find in there. I gave him a brief show-and-tell anatomy lesson, sliding my hood back so he could see my engorged clit.

"It looks like a Georgia O'Keeffe painting." I had two of her prints hanging on my wall.

"That's what she used as a model, Jase."

Following my whispered instructions, he licked all my lips and folds. Then he moved to my throbbing clit. I fisted my hands in his hair, arched my back, and shoved my cunt in his face.

"Take it in your mouth and suck on it, baby....yeah, like that....oh yes...yes...yes. Make your mama cum.....nngghhhh....nngghhh...OH GOD....YES....ahhhh." I let go, flooding his face, filling his mouth with my nectar. I felt the earth move.

"Was that okay, Mom?"

"That was more than okay, sweetheart....more than okay. Roll over on your back."

He rolled over and I could see his erection throbbing with his heartbeat. I straddled him, put the head of his cock between my pussy lips, and slowly, slowly lowered myself down on him. His girth was really stretching me. I know my vagina is tight, because my old friend, "Cosmo" printed an article called "13 Life-Changing Kegel Exercises" that I practiced every day since Jason was born.

"Ohhh, Mom," he gasped, I didn't know anything could feel this good."

I often wished I could trade feelings with a man, to feel what he feels, when his penis enters my hot, slippery hole. The feeling for me was exquisite; I was filled completely, joined, bonded.

I rose up and slowly slid down again. And again. Cowboy used to be Brett's favorite position. He loved how my breasts hung when I leaned forward, how they rose and fell when we fucked. Jason was definitely a chip of the old block; he filled his hands with my boobs. When he rolled my nipples, it added more heat to the fire that was burning in my pussy.

It occurred to me that he was filling the same vagina that gave birth to him. At some point, we ceased being Mother and Son; we were Man and Woman, engaged in an act of love and lust.

I buried him to the hilt, then started rocking back and forth, rubbing my fully engorged clit over his pubis. I shuddered and came, with just a single gasp, watching his eyes as my cunt spasmed and gripped him even tighter. I paused, climbed off him, lay down on my back and spread my legs.

"Fuck me, Jason, fuck me hard."

I wanted him to take control and he did. Long, deep strokes. I tilted my pelvis so his cock would graze my G-spot with every thrust. My hips started to buck, involuntarily, as I moved with him.

Sometime during our coupling, I felt Brett's ghost vanish, and Jason's soul take his place.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him even deeper into me. We were both covered with sweat.

I sensed that he was about to cum, and I had nearly reached my peak.

"OH God, Mom, I'm cumming....AHH...AHHH....oh Jesus....ahhh."

I came at the same time, my sounds drowned by his.

I had carried him the womb that he filled with his seed.

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Jason."

"I've loved you all my life, but this is different."

"Yes, it is."



The Good Son



Already stripped completely himself, Evan ran his hand up her leg and lowered his face over her crotch. He rested his chin against her thigh and without warning grabbed it and rested it on his opposite shoulder, his face now right in front of her pussy.

He ran his hand up and down her suspended leg as he breathed on her vagina, and he kissed her inner thigh generously. Finally he was letting a little bit of his passion out, touching and kissing her in a less controlled manner than before.

"Oh my god..." she whispered, barely audible.

Evan could see her slit looking wetter than before, and when he parted the lips he could see her glistening entrance and her engorged clit. Satisfied with the suspense he'd kept her in, he went ahead and dove into her crotch.

Sara moaned loudly as he kissed her soaked lips hard and jammed his tongue up inside her. Evan wrapped one arm around her waist and rubbed up and down the small of her back while he took the other and started to rub her clit.

He felt her hips jerk as he touched it and began making little circles with his fingers, digging into her. He could hear Sara making little gasps, pants, and gulps, as though her throat was nearly paralyzed and could only permit one brief noise every minute or so.

Evan switched his mouth and fingers and began sucking on her clit as he slid his fingers up inside. Suddenly Sara let out a long broken gasp as her hips began bucking into him erratically; he took it as a cue to glide in further and suck harder. He felt her fingers clamping on his scalp nearly to the point of drawing blood and she shoved him away.

Evan looked her over, she was lying on the couch, nude, trying to catch her breath. She first gave him a startlingly satisfied look, then a lustful smile. He wiped his mouth and smiled back as he positioned himself over her. She opened her legs for him and slowly he entered her; they both moaned at the sensation of her warm and tight snatch swallowing his firm member. Gradually he pushed the rest inside and bent down to kiss her lips.

They kissed almost ferociously as their bodies moved into each other. Evan wasted no time in quickening his pace, fucking her harder as he felt her suck on his tongue. He loved how wet she was; he slid in and out with ease and with as warm and tight and soft as she felt, he was beginning to have difficulties putting off his orgasm.

It wasn't until he heard her finally cry out, without any vocal hindrence, that he lost it and began pumping into her as hard and as fast as his hips would allow. Her moans matched his thrusts and the time between them got shorter and shorter until she was wailing one long feminine howl. Sara's legs kicked into Evan's back much like one would spur on a horse and she held on to him tightly. Evan could feel himself about to start spurting inside her and he closed his eyes and felt her soaking warm hole squeeze on him.

It was the best orgasm he'd ever had, and he was sure it was her best at least for a good long while, being with his sour father for as long as she had. He sat up and faced her. "I hope we didn't wake him up."

Sara smiled almost dreamily. "Who cares?"

She looked up toward his bedroom. "Though it might not be that smart to do it out here..."

Evan grinned and sat up, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him. "My bed it is." 



The Good Step Mother



Cathy was 38 years old and had been married to her husband Davie for about 2 years. Davie was 45 years old and a nice guy but not a lot to look at. He was mostly bald and not in very good shape but she still loved him. 

Davie had a son from his first marriage named Billy. Physically Billy was the exact opposite of his father. At 18 Billy was the captain of his high school foot ball team and was in great shape. Billy was well tanned and muscular from staying outside playing sports. He had dirty blonde hair which he kept cut short and light blue eyes. 

Over the last few months Cathy had found herself fantasizing about Billy, she was not proud of this but could not help it. At night when her husband Davie was making love to her all she could think about was Billy. 

While Billy would be in the back yard working or playing ball with his friends, she would stand at the window and stare at his beautiful formed body. He would be out there with no shirt on, did he know how much he was teasing her? Billy had become the only thing she thought about when she masturbated. He had become her ultimate fantasy. 

While doing the laundry she would pick up his boxers and hold the crotch thinking about his cock and balls being in her hand. Once she even masturbated while wearing a pair of his boxers. Living with him was killing her. Some times he would come downstairs at night with nothing on but his boxers and Cathy would try not to stare.

One night Cathy was doing laundry and did not know Billy had come home yet. She walked into his room carrying some of his cloths and got the shock of her life when she walked in the door. Billy had just gotten out of the shower and was standing in his room completely naked with the towel over his head drying his hair. 

Cathy knew she should turn around and walk out as quick as possible but she could not. She was so stunned that she could not move, the only thing she could do was to stand there and let her eyes move up and down his young hot 18 year old body. Unlike his hairy Father, Billy was smooth all over. His chest was thick and his shoulders were wide. They tapered down to a small slim waist line with 6 pack abs. His ass cheeks were round and firm with muscle. 

Her eyes moved past the small trimmed pubic hair and were suddenly amazed. As Billy was shaking the towel across his head his long thick cock was swinging back and forth. She could not believe the size of it. It was limp but probably hanging 6 inches long and the head was huge and dark. It was much different than his fathers, much larger! 

Gaining control over herself she quickly turned around and walked out before he took the towel off his head. As she quietly closed the door back she leaned against the wall breathing hard. 

She stood there for about 5 minutes recalling what she just saw, just from these thoughts she could feel drops of pussy juice starting to run down her legs. Cathy fingered herself to orgasm 3 times that night thinking of Billy's huge cock being in her.

The next weekend Davie was out of town on business, so it was just Cathy and Billy at home. Erotic thoughts entered Cathy's head every time Billy walked into the room now. She thought it was bad before but since seeing him naked he consumer every thought she had. 

That Friday night Cathy was sitting on the couch watching a movie, wearing just a T shirt and some very thin high cut shorts. Being that she was about to go to bed she did not have any bra or panties on under them. Billy had just got home about 30 minutes ago and was up stairs taking a shower. 

Billy came down stairs after his shower wearing nothing but a tight fitting pair of boxers, Cathy quickly tried to focus on the TV so not to stair at the huge lump in the front of his underwear. Billy gave her a big smile and said hey step mom! Cathy smiled back and asked him did he want to watch TV. 

Billy sat down on the coach close to Cathy and told her he was almost too tired to watch TV. He had be at ball practice all day was was beat. Cathy told Billy she would get up so he could lay on the coach and relax. Billy smiled and told her she did not have to do that, the then asked could he just lay his head in her lap. Cathy tried to pretend the question did not turn her own, but she could feel her face turning red. She smiled at Billy and said sure. 

Billy laid down his face just inches from Cathy's pussy which was already getting wet. Cathy knew the only thing separating his face and her pussy was a thin piece of fabric, she started to pray he could not smell her pussy getting wet. As she looked down at his face she also noticed that her nipples were hard. Since she was just wearing a T shirt they were easy to see. 

It did not take long until Billy was fast asleep, his hot breath caressing Cathy's legs. She was so turned on she did not know what to do. She then let her right hand start to rub Billy's tight stomach, feeling his abs was driving her crazy. As she rubbed his stomach she noticed the bulge in his underwear was starting to grow. Was he getting turned own? 

Cathy rubbed up and down his chest and stomach, soon she could tell his cock was fully erect. This was driving her crazy, she wanted to just pull his cock out but knew she could not. Billy moved a little which caused him to now bury his face into her crotch. Cathy pulled the short legs of her shorts to one side exposing her dripping pussy. 

With a quick push on the back of Billy's head his lips came in direct contact with her wet pussy. This sent a chill down her body and caused a moan to escape her lips. Billy started to lick his lips and his tongue went across her clit, Cathy not know how much more she could take. She looked down at Billy's large bulge and saw a wet spot about the size of a quarter on his boxers. She knew pre cum was leaking from his huge cock head. Cathy reached down and let her hand rest on his huge hard cock, through his boxers she could feel how thick it was. 

Billy suddenly started to move so she quick covered her pussy before he woke up. As Billy opened his eyes he looked down and saw his hard on bulging from his boxers. He sat up so he could cover himself. Billy was embarrassed and quickly said good night and went to bed.

That night Cathy was lying in bed playing with her clit thinking about Billy fucking her when she suddenly heard a noise. She could hear low moans coming from Billy's room. Cathy got out of bed and made her way to his bedroom door. 

She slowly opened it and had a good view since his lamp beside the bed was on. Cathy was delighted at what she saw. Billy was on his bed completely naked with his eyes closed. His hand was wrapped around his fat cock moving up and down. As Cathy watched her hand quickly found her pussy and started to rub it. Cathy wondered it Billy was thinking of her on the couch while he jacked his cock. Cathy could not take any more and knew she had to find out. 

Cathy slowly opened the door and quietly made her way to the side of his bed. Billy's eyes were still closed and he was so into his fantasy that he had not noticed Cathy there. She stood silent for a minute taking in the perfect vision that was in front of her. Billy hand moved up and down, his cock head was even bigger that she had remembered. His cock had to be at least 9 inches long. Much larger that his fathers. 

Cathy sat down on the bed and placed her hand on Billy's chest. Billy's eyes quickly opened and he grabbed the sheets to cover himself. Cathy quietly whispered for him to relax and then she asked Billy was he thinking about her. Billy could not say a word but shook his head YES! Cathy smiled and said then she should be the one doing this. 

Cathy reached down and pulled the covers back exposing Billy's still very hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it and was amazed that it was so thick her fingers did not meet. She told Billy to close his eyes and he did. She slowly started to jack his cock, she felt the warm drops of cum running down the shaft. As she leaned down and started licking the cock head, Billy almost jumped. Cathy smiled at him and told him to relax. 

As Billy closed his eyes again he felt the Cathy's warm lips wrap around his cock moving slowly up and down. Billy's hand quickly started to squeeze Cathy's large breast through her T shirt. Cathy stopped sucking his cock and stood up so she could pull her shirt and shorts off. As she stood there in front of Billy completely naked his eyes took her body in. To be her age she was in great shape and he loved it. Cathy climbed back on the bed and straddled Billy's thin waist. 

She leaned down and they passionately kissed, feeling each others tongues in their mouths. As Cathy broke the kiss she reached back behind her and grabbed the shaft of Billy's cock. She sat back until the head of his cock was touching her pussy. She knew the head of his cock had to be sensitive by now so she started to rub it against her pussy lips to tease him. This caused Billy to take a deep breath. As Cathy sat back onto Billy's cock she was surprised again by the massive member. She felt it filling her pussy and had to go slow at first. 

As she started to rock back and forth she worked the cock inside of her and could not help but to start moaning. As she started to bounce Billy was sucking her nipples. This was what she had fantasized about for months and it was better that she could have dreamed. After riding Billy's cock for about 15 minutes she leaned down and whispered in his ear that she wanted him behind her. Doggy style was her favorite and she could not pass up this chance. As Billy got behind her and started to push his cock into her she let out a loud moan. 

Billy grabbed her hips with both hands and started slamming into her ass like a porn star. Cathy was almost embarrassed by all the noise she was making, she had never been this loud while having sex but then again she had never been fucked like this. As Billy slammed his cock into her harder she felt the hot waive of pleasure coming and knew she was about to cum. Her pussy started to spasm on his thick cock making her pussy feel even tighter. She reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy furiously. 

Billy was moaning now and about to release his load. He to had never felt an orgasm such as this. Cathy and Billy both let out screams that probably woke the neighbors and they both collapsed to the bed. 

Billy was lying on top of Cathy both covered in sweat both breathing so hard they could not talk. Cathy could feel the hot cum running from her pussy and she loved it. Her fantasy had come true and it was more that she could have hoped for.



The Good Student



[NOTE: This is more of a vignette than a story, and was written in response to a "write a story to go with this picture" challenge. The picture was from an anime or manga, and the subject was a futanari girl taking a boy from behind in a gymnasium. Naoki is a boy's name meaning 'honest tree' in Japanese; Izumi is a unisex name but more commonly used by girls; it means 'fountain' or 'spring.' Since their age is not explicitly stated in the story itself, they are both in their senior year and therefore over 18.]




Izumi did very well in math and science; she liked those classes. They challenged her mind and there was always more, branching off in path after path. Besides, Naoki was in those classes, and she liked him, a lot. That was the only problem with those classes, really; she started thinking about him and got distracted, until the teacher got her attention again, which usually meant detention.

She didn't like gym class. She was petite to start with, but also quite full-busted; when she came out onto the gym floor in the school regulation t-shirt and shorts, she was certain every boy in the class was staring at her chest. The other girls in the class didn't help; none of them were as well-endowed as she was and they resented her. Her other problem was that she was almost always late to lunch, because she simply had to wait until all the other girls were finished showering and dressing, for which they teased her as well. "Don't pet the kitty, Izumi!" they'd laugh. If only they knew. She was also very sure it would be a bad idea to see the other girls naked; she had to excuse herself to the girls' bathroom often enough as it was just thinking about them. Or about Naoki.

But today things had changed. The school had rearranged the class schedules, so now her gym class was in the morning, before study period, and the other half of the boys' class was in that period. She'd felt her heart skip a beat when she saw Naoki coming onto the gym floor in his tee-shirt and close-fitting gym shorts. And when it turned out the class was supposed to go swimming, she and Naoki had forgotten their swimsuits, so Teacher had told them to stay behind in the gym.

"Nnnn... please, Izumi..." Naoki panted, shivering violently. "Oh, please...!"

"Yes... yes, nearly yes!" she panted back, thrusting hard, gripping his hips tightly.

She'd been nervous, afraid he'd see her and realize what she was, but when the moment came - when his eyes drifted down to see the prominent bulge in her shorts, and she'd seen the answering bulge in his - they were both naked in next to nothing flat. His eyes had widened when her nine-inch monster sprang up, freed of her shorts, but his four-incher had responded rapidly. The feeling of his mouth stretched around her had been bliss, his tongue warm and wet, probing and tasting her, but that had paled next to the moment that followed, when he braced himself on the vaulting horse.

Izumi had hissed in pleasure as she spread his butt cheeks wide and then both of them had gasped as she entered him. A choked cry had burst from his throat as she pushed and pushed and pushed, until her boobs squashed against his back and she felt his bum against her thighs. For a moment they had just rested there, her cock pulsing in his snug hole. He was taller than she was, but she felt taller - tall, strong, powerful. She started thrusting, slowly at first, but with increasing speed and need, and he panted and moaned with every stroke.

She was close, she knew; the feeling she had from hidden pleasure at home, when she wrapped her fingers around herself and spilled into guiltily-hidden tissues that were quickly flushed; it was on her, but stronger, so much stronger than ever before... "Oh... oh... Naoki-chan, it's, it's here, it's going... I'm going to shoot!" she cried out. Her hands were on his hips and some primal instinct made her clench tightly, pulling him back as she thrust hard. His hands came off the vault horse, he was warm and soft against her, crying out "Izumi! Oh Izumi, I love you! Please!"

She exploded, her violet eyes opening wide as pleasure surged through her, and she felt the strong, irresistible jerking, the rush of her seed racing up her length inside him, bursting out to spray freely, the first time she could do so without fear. "NAOKIIII!!!" she shouted, spurting again and again; she felt incandescent, as if she could do this forever... just shoot and shoot and shoot her stuff in him and never stop.

"IZUMI!" he cried in reply, his bum squeezing tightly around her over and over, which only made her want to keep going. Her stuff was... was squirting out of his bum, in thick squirts around her girl-penis; it was splashing on his back and butt, it was gooping her tummy, even the underneath of her breasts! She couldn't help it; her hips pumped strongly, driving herself into him relentlessly and still more of her stuff shot out of her with blinding waves of pleasure! She could feel it all over his legs and hers, smeared and sticky and smelling like freshly-mown grass. He shuddered, crying out, "Oh, you truly are a fountain!" and then his smaller boy penis was jerking, spitting white cream that landed in sticky strands across the top of the vaulting horse and started trickling down the side.

That set off another - what? Her mind floundered while she pumped him... nova, yes, that was it... or supernova; she felt like that, like a star exploding with life and energy. A loud groan escaped him as he gave a final twitch and the last bit dribbled from him, hanging in a long string... but she wasn't done yet, she didn't want to be done yet, and thick, rich semen squirted and drooled, forced out of his bum by her slick, gleaming piston, until finally her body slowed its headlong, massive orgasm. She felt herself relaxing inside him, the rushing cream reducing to a trickle, and a huge smile spread across her face.

Izumi decided she liked gym class after all.



The Good Stuff



At 11:30, I mopped the kitchen and the dish room. I finally switched off the pizza ovens and, with every part and dish clean and in its place, I sprayed down the sinks by the big Autochlor. My back ached from hunching over the low make table. I was headachy and dirty with sweat from the heat in the back of the house. Jessica was talking with Greg when I headed back toward the office to sit down for a smoke on the clock; I snuck a look at her pacing behind the counter, her ass rocking small and firm in close black pants.

I sparked a Marlboro light and had barely smoked the coal to the center of the cig when Jess came into the office. Her long hair was pulled into a tight ponytail; she had recently touched up her dye job, and her locks waved a warm blonde. Under her mesh work shirt, her tits swayed large in a loose bra. The raised dot of one nipple stood out. I tried not to stare too long as Jessica came to stand in front of the computer and ponder the screen.

"Are you done?" She asked. 

"Yeah."

"I'll clock you out here."

I dragged on my smoke again. Jessica's emerald eyes seemed hesitant to meet mine. I stretched, tense, and crushed my cigarette in the ashtray. As I stood to un-tuck my shirt, Jessica stepped close and pushed herself against me. She reached across my face to the near shelf, her mouth kissing distance from mine and her breasts brushing me slowly. I stood where I was. This was Jessica testing the waters. I would show her that I was willing. Her perfume was light and enticing. 

And then her hand was on my back. She braced herself against me and took a folder from the shelf. Then she turned and was in front of me. I could see my reflection in her small-frame specs. Her eyes were reluctant for a second more; then I slipped my hand gently onto her hip and, at last, she turned her gaze on me. 

Jessica dropped the folder and moved in to kiss me briefly. Just a few touches at first, explorative and curious. As we drew closer together, our arms around each other, Jessica kissed me more deeply. Lustily now, opening her mouth and offering me her tongue. I could not help but respond in kind. We kissed for minutes, hands roaming and tongue tips swirling around each other. She tasted smoky. I pushed my hand up Jessica's shirt to feel the soft skin of her back as she ground hungrily against me. Her breasts were squashed against my chest. And then she pushed me down into my chair and straddled me.

We mashed mouths again; I wasted no time in reaching under her shirt to cup her heavy tits. Jessica's nipples were hard and she sighed as I thumbed them through her bra. She fumbled at my belt and I heard my keys hit the floor as she got the buckle undone. As her eager fingers worked down my zipper, I pushed her bra up out of the way and bent forward to suck on one swinging tit. Then my stiff cock was free and Jessica was jerking it hard. We kissed again and she was nearly ravenous. She bit her lip and gave me a wicked and desirous smile as she sank to her knees between my legs.

Jessica's tongue swirled over the tip of my dick. It ran torturously up the shaft to tease base of the head. Then Jess fastened her thin lips over my dick and began to take my entirety down her throat. I groaned in spite of myself, fires of pleasure consuming me. She sucked so hard and fast! And she was loud. Her lips went concave and she slurped on my cock as if she couldn't wait for me to explode. Her lips on me, her tongue coiling; Jessica sucked my dick like she worshipped it. The tab of my zipper pushed against my cock shaft; the unyielding pressure was strangely pleasurable. I put my hands on the back of her bobbing head and jerked my hips up. This only seemed to spur her on, and she engulfed me completely, down to the balls, before I began to cum in her mouth.

The release was fantastic. Jessica kept her lips tight at the base of my cock shaft, her throat working noisily to swallow every jet of cum I pumped into her. At last, I was spent and Jessica released me. She stood and adjusted her bra. Then she smiled and let her hair down.

"You have a ride home?" She asked.

"Now that you mention it . . ." I tried to joke with my throat dry and my body drained of energy.

Jess grinned. "I hope you don't mind if we stop at my place first."