30 comments/ 88223 views/ 73 favorites A Date with Mom By: MrHappy212 My mom was not a Martha Stewart, but I can't really complain. She had given up everything for me, even her own birthday. She had given birth in the back seat of an old beat up hot rod, running from a controlling family back in Louisiana and headed west racing the sun. If she hadn't stopped to eat and rest her aching back in the parking lot of a small town cafe outside of Austin Texas perhaps things would have turned out differently for both of us. Adopted by grandma and papa Cooper, and finding herself among the welcoming community, she finished high school and earned a business degree which she used to start her career as a real estate agent. Grandma passed away shortly after, her greatest wish fulfilled. I was five years old then and it has been me and mom against the world since, living in a 3 bedroom two story red brick home 2 blocks from where she had given birth. Every time my birthday came, mom would keep me out of school and we would spend an entire 24 hours doing anything that I wanted. It didn't matter if it was street hockey or rolling around in the mud she would do it and we would both laugh and play. But it was always about ME and what I wanted. I started realizing that mom no longer had a birthday of her own. So after everything she had done for me I wanted to make this, her 34th birthday, about her. I had to be sneaky of course or we never would have made it past breakfast. Thankfully grandma had left me a bit of money for situations just like this. The day started at 8:00am as I woke her with a breakfast in bed. I had woken early to prepare a delicious tray of creamy strawberry crêpes, a bowl of blueberries and whip cream, coffee, and a large glass of orange juice. I had spent days practicing and according to Mary Jane, my cooking coach, they were perfect. My hands trembled and the tray shook in my arms. I watched ripples form in the coffee and prayed softly that it didn't spill. Mom would never get out of bed this early without a stiff cup of coffee to wake her up. I found her door unlocked and gently pushed it open. This was my first look at Sarah Le Blanc,. Not mom or Sarah Cooper the real estate agent but the real Sarah Le Blanc, the lost and abandoned girl who had become a woman at 16. She was beautiful with her long blonde hair held by a scrap of yarn, just a few strays clinging to her white satin pillow case. Her pearl colored skin seemed to glow in the morning light. She had kicked the blankets off and was lying half on her side and half on her stomach, her firm round cheeks laid bare. A long T shirt was bunched up around her back. She had one hand clutching a pillow and the other appeared to be trapped between her legs. Unsure what else to do I sat the tray down on the nightstand before leaning over and kissing her softly on the cheek. She groaned softly and stretched into a yawn as she quickly lifted the sheet to cover her legs. Turning towards me she looked at the tray and a sparkling smile stretched across her lips. "For me? Oh how sweet." She cooed. "I want to do this right." My hands trembled as I looked at her. Seeing that I was already nervous she made it easier by propping herself up with pillows and patting her lap. Slowly I moved the tray, she reached for the coffee but stopped her hand as she noticed the scrap of paper underneath. A hundred different thoughts flashed in her eyes as she pulled the note free. One line had said it all. "I want a day with Sarah Le blanc." After a long silent moment she patted the bed beside her. Taking her invitation, I began the day by feeding her in bed. She moaned in pleasure as I slid the first powdery bite onto her tongue. "You really don't have to..." I fed her another bite, drawing another little moan from her lips. "Feed me" she moaned. "You fed me every day for two entire years. I think I can handle one breakfast." I chuckled taking a blueberry from the bowl and dipping it in whipped cream before offering it to her opened lips. "Mmmm, you're going to spoil me." She moaned. "You deserve to be spoiled, and if not by me...then who?" I looked into her eyes and offered another bite. "After all, you wound up pregnant with me when you were fifteen, and you could have aborted me, but you didn't. Not even when my father disappeared... You've sacrificed a hell of a lot, to have me and raise an 'oops', all on your own, and that deserves more than just a little spoiling!" Mom turned to look directly at me, and a dark furrow creased her brow as a brief glint of anger flashed in her emerald green eyes. "Jonathan Michael Cooper, I'm pretty sure I've told you before," she spoke the words slowly, and with emphasis, "but - in case I didn't - you were NOT an 'oops'! You were the BEST birthday gift I've ever received! And, there's that old phrase, 'the gift that keeps on giving'? Well, you've kept on giving me joy and happiness, and amusement and amazement, for the last 18 years. Nothing anyone could buy me, from a store, could ever top that!" "Well, then be amazed and amused with this magical breakfast," I smiled at her, my heart warming at her comment. "I should, but I can't help thinking about all the calories," she chuckled. "We'll burn most of them off of you, today, Mom," I assured her. "As soon as you finish eating and get yourself washed and dressed, we're off to the mall," "Isn't this enough?" she asked, waving her hand at the tray on her lap. "No," I shook my head. "You are always buying ME stuff but nothing for yourself. We're going to spend the better part of the day fixing that! You're a beautiful woman, and you deserve beautiful things," Mom tried to protest, but I kept shoving sweet delicious fruity goodness into her mouth. Finally, she surrendered. After I had stuffed her stomach with all it could hold she reached over me for the pack of Marlboro 100 cigarettes on her end table, I beat her to it. At first the look she flashed me was stern as if she was about to tell me that I was not old enough, then she seemed to remember what day it was and she leaned back giving me a grin. "Go ahead, if you want." I was around 14 and she had driven us out to the lake so we could watch the lunar eclipse over the water. We'd been laying on our backs, the water lapping at our feet, when she pulled a pack from her pocket and took out a cigarette. Placing the filter between her lips she flicked a 75 cent purple lighter purchased as we filled the gas tank. Her breasts rose and fell with each drag. I'm pretty sure that had been the moment of my first erection, watching her smoke in the moonlight... Since that day I have been bugging her to let me try one but the answer was always the same, wait until you're 18. Well today, I'm 18. I pulled one out and held it in my lips as I've always watched her do and struck the lighter with my thumb. Touching flame to tip I inhaled....I doubled over the edge of the bed, holding the cigarette far away until mom snatched it from my hand. I swear I heard her giggling as I coughed and hacked away. "How do you do it?" I asked holding a hand to my burning chest. "I'd been seeing this really hot-looking guy, around the halls. I really wanted to meet him, but it seemed like he was always with this mixed group of guys and girls, and I didn't want to barge in, just to introduce myself. I mean, what if he was with one of the girls, in the group? I'd have been so freaking embarrassed!" "So, one day, I saw him - standing by himself, smoking - out back of the gym. This was my perfect chance to meet him, but I drew a blank on what to say, to break the ice. I got desperate, and finally saw that he was standing right next to this big "No Smoking" sign. So I walked over and threatened to report him, for smoking there. He asked me if there was anything he could do, to keep me from squealing to the principal on him." She paused, to take a drag from her Marlboro, leaving me hanging! How dare she? "And you told him...?" I prompted her. Mom smiled at me and ruffled my hair. "I looked him in the eye and, with my sweetest 'cute girl' expression, I pointed at his cigarette, and said, 'Teach me?'" "Your dad laughed his head off, and started to pull a pack of Marlboro out of his jacket pocket, but just then the end-of-lunch bell rang." 'Do you ride the bus?' he asked me, and I told him I did. Then he asked where I lived, and I told him that. Then he asked what time I had to be home, and I told him 4:45, since nobody else would be home at my house before 5:15, at the earliest. I figured that, since school let out at 3:30 that would give us plenty of time. "Your dad nodded at me, took the last drag from his cigarette, and stomped on the butt. Then he looked at me, touched my chin with his one index finger, and said, 'Meet me here, after school, and I'll teach you.'" 'What about my bus?' I asked him. 'I've got a car,' he said. 'I'll drive you home.' " "Okay," I snorted. "That clears up how you and Dad met. It doesn't say how he taught you to smoke." "Oh - that!" she chuckled. "He kissed me." "That's it? He kissed you? I don't see how that taught you how to smoke..." "Then I guess you'll have to stay tuned, for part two, kiddo!" she laughed, ruffling my hair again. "Now, turn around. Momma's gotta go get her shower and get dressed, so you can take her out and spoil her rotten!" "That's not fair, at all, leaving me hanging, like this!" I grumbled, turning around. Briefly, I wondered if she'd forgotten the mirror on her dresser, across from the foot of her bed -- in which I could see her reflection with perfect clarity. "Well, at least I'm not telling you to tune in, tomorrow - same Bat-time, same Bat-channel, Jon!" she laughed. I had no choice but to let her go. I knew that continuing to grumble would get me simply nowhere, with her, when she was in a mood like this. I directed my gaze to the mirror, and almost betrayed myself, as she came fully into view. She'd already stripped off her t-shirt, and she was totally bare. I caught a brief flash of her luscious tits, but my attention was rapidly diverted to her lower abdomen - and the little landing strip of hair just above her mons. My own shower took quite a bit longer than normal. I stepped out of the spray smelling of watermelon and kiwi from head to toe. It wasn't until I was standing naked in my own room that I realized the flaw in my plan. I groaned when I realized we were both going to be subjected to make overs today. Grumbling to myself I dressed in my most comfortable jeans, a pair of fruit of the looms which I hated, a T shirt that didn't really fit, and sneakers that I bought six months ago. When I had told Mom I wanted a car for my 16th birthday, and then suggested we spend the day playing in the mud she had given me a silly little look. That day we bought a used jeep, and she taught me how to really play in the mud. Since it is mine I wanted to drive it as we went to get ourselves made over, hopefully by people who actually knew what they were doing. I drove the twelve miles east to Austin and we ended up at the mall, a place mom had somehow managed to avoid. I remember Grandma always saying that to start something new one must first build a foundation. Mom always brushed her hair before getting dressed in the mornings so I decided that was a good place to start. "What is wrong with my hair?" Mom squealed as she realized where I was taking her. "Nothing, I love it and so will you. We're just going to get a little trim and maybe some highlights." I guided her with one hand on her back into the salon. "You could use a cut too then." She grinned as I directed her to an empty chair. Thankfully she did not make me get my nails painted but it was a little distracting having them trimmed and filed while someone cut and styled my hair. I mean seriously, who would be looking at my toe nails? While a lovely full figured beauty queen worked on my toes, an equally lovely though much older lady chopped off my hair. Once she had cut it with the scissors, as if that wasn't enough, she took out a pair of clippers and buzzed it too. She left just a bit on the top so she could run her fingers through it and make it dance. I didn't get to watch mom's transformation. They cut off her ponytail, seeing this almost made me cry. The only thing that kept the tears at bay was the fact she looked even more radiant without it. Her hair was now cut just above the shoulders and layered with rich reddish brown highlights and just a speckle of glitter that framed her angelic face. "Wow" We said together. "You did a good job ladies." I reached for my wallet. I made sure they all had a nice proper tip before taking mom's hand and led her next door, into Bare Escentuals. Seeing mom in her "professional" makeup that was less real estate sales and more something else the ladies behind the counter were more than happy to help out. They not only cleaned off and redid her face but taught her how to apply just enough to enhance her already beautiful features. After they had finished I was truly amazed at what a foundation with a bit of pink on the cheeks, a deep ruby red lipstick, and a soft shadow under her eyes could do. This is what I consider a professional woman's makeup. She looked like a movie star from the neck up...now we needed to work on the neck down. I had to drag her into Victoria's Secret, playfully of course. Once I threatened to carry her she relented. I didn't know much about lingerie other than I liked it...a lot. So I didn't feel qualified enough to pick out things she would feel comfortable in. Thankfully the woman standing behind the counter looked rather bored. She flitted through the racks like a child at Christmas and within minutes mom had a hand basket full of things to try on. I waited patiently, anticipating what her choices might be. It seemed to take forever as she giggled and laughed behind the locked door. "This stuff is going to cost a fortune!" I heard mom complain. "You're worth it mom and don't worry...I have more than enough." I chuckled. "But no one will ever see them..." She complained. "It doesn't matter whether anyone else sees. You will be wearing them, and you will look and feel sexy. Try something on and tell me I'm wrong." I sighed and listened to the sound of silk sliding against skin. I heard the moment she gave in, I'm pretty sure everyone else did too. She strutted out of the booth holding her old cotton panties and plain Jane bra over her fingers. In her other hand dangled several tags. She had just a hint of mischief in her eyes as we walked to the register. Going to the next place on my list. I wanted to let her know that it was ok to be herself at home. I no longer needed `mom' in her baggy clothes and sweat pants. We were both adults and neither of us were exactly innocent. I wasn't into sports, not in the way most men were. I enjoyed a good game every now and again. I even played football my freshman year but realized it wasn't worth it. I had tried out in an attempt to earn myself a date with a hot older cheerleader, then found out that they were not worth the trouble. So I channeled all that built up frustration into school work and working out in the gym when I wasn't earning money working at Pop's Grill. My flaw was in thinking enough sit-ups would give me that sexy flat six pack women dream about. After a year of 3,000 sit ups a week I learned the truth about those flat six pack abs. That said I had enjoyed the look in mom's eyes as I wore my old football jersey around the house. Even if it hadn't fit quite right there was something about it that had always made her smile and her eyes would shine. I missed that, it was like some buried memory had surfaced and it made me curious. Had my sperm donor played football? Was she remembering some pleasurable encounter under the bleachers? Could I put that look in her eyes? This being Austin Texas, there were Long Horn jerseys all over the place and Sears has a most of them. I found one in my size so that it would hang just a little long on her. This of course would be the first thing I had her try on. She kept complaining about how I was spending all my money on her and not getting anything for myself...So I grabbed the closest thing to me in the right size, a pair of black cotton lounge pants, and dropped them into the basket. Our hands brushed and I felt her tuck her fingers around mine. Not wanting to ruin the moment I slowed to match her pace as we glided through the aisles. After a bit more prodding from mom I gave in and let her add a few things she wanted me to try on. I gave in because I could tell she really wanted to see me in new clothes... I couldn't very well tell her no while forcing her into a new wardrobe now could I? When we had seen all Sears had to offer a woman I held her hand just a bit tighter as I guided us to the next place on my list. My eye caught a tear drop dress glittering in a window. It was her favorite color, a soft sparkling green that I knew would bring out the color in her eyes. Dragging her into the boutique I spoke softly to the clerk who was more than happy to help mom try on the dress, and all of its accessories. While mom was busy in the dressing room I mixed and matched the perfect suit for myself. We still had to put everything away so I had given us two hours to get ready for dinner. I drove us back home and once the jeep was unloaded we went to our separate rooms across the hall from each other. Thirty minutes later I was nervously waiting in the living room in a dark green dress shirt underneath a black blazer, black slacks, and shiny new boots that pinched my toes. I paced back and forth from stairs to the door for another half hour or so, until eventually she came down. It was a complete transformation, the woman I had known as my mother for the past eighteen years was gone and in her place was the real Sarah Le blanc as she was meant to be. She looked like a princess. She glided down the steps on green 4 inch heels with sheer thigh high stockings that darkened her legs but didn't hide them and covering her body was that gorgeous sparkly green tear drop dress. Dangling between her breasts was a crystal heart hanging from a gold chain. Her hair was held back but not bound by a glass tiara sparkling with emerald rhinestones. On her ears were two emerald hearts. The only thing missing is what I held in my hand. I could smell the perfume she loved to tease me with and my mouth instantly watered. Tabu, a scent that is a layering of vanilla, bergamot, and musk that will forever remind me of sleepless nights spent curled in mom's lap watching reruns and the feel of her soft breasts against my cheek. "Who is this Goddess, and what have you done with my mother?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, you!" she replied. "Flattery will get you everywhere!" 'Everywhere?' her comment made me wonder, and the naughty glint in her eyes made me wonder even more. "How did I get so lucky, as to be your date tonight?" I held my arm to her. "You seduced me with offerings of delicious fruit, sweet pastry, and that devilish tongue. You look hot yourself young man, like a big strong Greek God." She slid her right arm through my left and linked our hands together. Holding the ring behind my back I began walking towards the door. After a few steps and a long breath I spun around to face her. Pulling her hand up, I kissed the knuckles of her fingers before adding the final piece of her collection and what had been the most expensive. I slid the 24 karat gold laced with diamond flakes and a sparkling emerald heart onto her right ring finger. "Happy birthday, I love you mom." "I love you too baby, this is beautiful." She pulled me into a hug so I couldn't see the tears that I felt dripping onto my collar. A Date with Mom "No, you are beautiful mom. Everything else is just accessories." I told her. We reached the restaurant then and I watched her eyes light up with utter delight. "I know you speak French, so I hope you're ok with ordering." I whispered softly as I opened the door and took her hand. The restaurant was everything Mary Jane had promised it would be. A little slice of Paris sitting in the heart of Texas. Mom had always dreamed of going to Paris...I figured this was the next best thing. After giving my name we were seated at a 'reserved' black cherry table towards the back. The lighting over our table was dimmed down and two long red candles were lit, a dozen red roses sat between them. She ordered from the menu almost as soon we were seated. And moments later a bottle of wine was delivered with two glasses. I waited till she had finished off her first glass before springing my 'big news'. "I decided that I'm not going to Cambridge. I've enrolled in online classes for the summer." I watched her closely as I let that bit sink in. "What about MIT? What changed your mind?" She gave me a look that was both happy and sad. "I'm not a city boy and wouldn't fit in there. At least here I blend in. And online classes cost a fraction of what it would cost to move to Cambridge and live on campus. If you want your space I can always move into Grandma's old house." I gave her a grin. "No you will not. You will stay right where you are, with me. I just don't want you giving up your dreams because of me, that's all. I know you want to be the next Bill Gates..." She placed her hand over mine. "That was when I was twelve mom. My dreams have changed to something a bit more subtle and much more frustrating." I admitted looking into her shiny green eyes. "I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours." She teased still holding my hand. "Mine is a little...complicated." I blushed. "Here, try this...it might make things less complicated." She filled the second glass and sat it in front of me. I tipped the glass up and immediately choked as the rich grape flavor burned down my throat. I coughed and it burned my nose. "Owe" I groaned causing mom to laugh. "Sorry, I guess I never taught you... You're supposed to sip wine not guzzle it," she laughed at me and I turned an even deeper shade of red, my groin instantly throbbed. "Your laugh is so sexy. I wish I could make you laugh like that every day," the words just kind of slipped out before I could stop myself. "Why, thank you. And you make me laugh all the time," she put her hand back over mine. Our food arrived then and thankful for the distraction I started cutting up my smothered chicken. "You make a lovely couple," the waitress commented as she placed mom's food on the table. Stunned mom's mouth opens and closes, unsure how to respond to her comment. "She's right mom, look in the window. With your hair and that dress you could easily pass for twenty five..." I chuckled. "And you look...oh my. When did you get all grown up?" She looked as if about to cry. "When you weren't looking," I teased. A letter had arrived in the mail on my 16th birthday along with a key. The letter had told me of my inheritance which I received just days ago, a final gift from my adopted grandmother. The key went to a car called "The baby maker". "No...you didn't...tell me you didn't." She stammered as we exited the restaurant to find a completely rebuilt pearl black 1967 Shelby Mustang GT fastback, with a pair of handcuffs and baby shoes dangling from the rear view and a big green bow on the hood. "I found this old car just sitting in a garage collecting dust." I chuckled. The original car had been stripped down and bits of it are still down river, but Pops had retained the basics and rebuilt another just like it. It had been his side project for fifteen years, until I took it over to finish it off. The school's paint and body class just finished its new paint job. Mom fished a cigarette from her pack and dug in her hand bag for a lighter. Taking my hand from the stick I reached over and popped the glove box. Without looking I found the lighter I had bought for her. "This brings back memories, your father had a lighter just like this," she smiled as I handed the silver zippo to her. "Good ones I hope." I told her as I drove. "You're father, he wasn't a complete bastard. He did have his moments. We used to have picnics on the hood after school. He'd drive us out to the lake and we'd eat, swim...and other stuff. Of course I was young and in love at the time. I was just a freshman and he was a senior with his entire life planned out. I knew it would never last but that didn't stop me from dreaming... You look just like him except you have my eyes and your grandfather's nose." She sighed. "Do you miss him?" I wondered. "No, not one bit baby." She looked at me with nothing but love and pride in her eyes. "I packed up my bag, hopped in your father's car and drove him to the bus. I never came out and said "I'm pregnant and it's yours" but I was starting to show and it was pretty obvious. He knew he was the only man I had been with. I wanted him to stay but not just because I was pregnant...he didn't even say goodbye just "keep the car" and got on the bus to go join the Navy. I kept on driving until the day I stopped to eat and you decided to come out and play. I still blame Pops and that damn spicy fried chicken of his." She chuckled. "What did Grandma say that made you stay?" I wanted to know. "Nothing really, it wasn't anything that she said. It was the way she held you against her, wrapped in a knitted blanket as she said it. What she said was that I had a beautiful baby boy who needed his mother. You were hungry and screaming your lungs out for my breast but the look in her eyes... I knew then that I had found our home." On the way home mom suggested we stop to pick up a bottle of wine so that she could teach me to drink properly for next time. Next time? I hoped that meant what I think it did. Back at the house we went to our rooms to dress more comfortably before climbing onto the sofa for a romantic drama from mom's favorites list on Netflix while she taught me how to drink wine. I put on my new cotton lounge pants and walked down barefoot to find her on the sofa wearing the long horn jersey. She slowly lifted the filled glass to my lips, allowing just a taste to slip past my lips before pulling it away. Then she had me swirl it around in my mouth before swallowing. She repeated this, each time letting a bit more slip into my mouth. After finishing the first glass without choking on it mom lit a fresh cigarette then said she had to use the little girl's room. I watched her climb the stairs before pouring my second glass. "You never did tell me what you wanted to do for your birthday. Today seemed to be all about me, but what do you want?" She asked coming back down the stairs. I was tempted to tease her a little, but decided on something else. I remembered what she had told me this morning about her and dad. "You could teach me how to smoke," I suggested. Mom raised an eyebrow at my suggestion, considered it for a moment, and then smiled. The first time I had tried to kiss a girl things had gone horribly wrong. I had done everything 'by the book' with a nice romantic Italian dinner, a romantic comedy, and a walk home. Then put my arms around her waist and lean in to simply say goodnight and received a slap in the face for my troubles. Mom pulled out a fresh cigarette and I watched her light the tip, her breasts puffing out as she took a deep drag. Leaning over my lap she pressed her lips against mine. I tasted her lips and felt the tingling sensation of my first kiss. Her smoky breath filled my lungs and the taste was like nothing I had ever imagined. She pulled back much too soon. "Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?" She looked at me and crinkled her nose, "You look a bit...uncomfortable." "No, no that was ....Amazing mom. I just hadn't expect it to feel so good is all," I tried not to be too obvious. After another drag her lips returned, this time she placed her hand on my thigh to support herself and stayed just a few seconds longer. Again she pulled back before I was ready. I let the smoke filling my lungs out through my nose and made a little ring as it floated up. She giggled with the cigarette in her mouth. Her breasts lifted again as she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. Being brave I surprised her and put my arms around her. After a few more shared puffs she lifted the cigarette again and we both frowned. She reached beside her and used the little tin tray I had found in a garage sale. It was a simple star shape, the ends folder over to form a small bowl in the center. She stubbed the end and dropped it into the pile with several other butts. "Is there anything else you would like?" She asked with a devilish grin. "Can I have another kiss, Mom?" I asked returning her grin. Her smile widened as she placed her arms around my neck and climbed into my lap. This time when she pressed her lips to mine I felt her silky tongue slide over my lips and enter my mouth. She wiggled herself in my lap and my erection grew even harder. She took my hands and slid them under the jersey she wore. At her invitation I let them travel up her sides beneath the jersey until I felt her bare breasts in my palms. She moaned softly as her eyes looked up at me but didn't break the kiss as I gently kneaded her breasts with my hands. Her nipples hardened under my touch and I rolled them between my fingers, drawing more of those sexy moans from her. Eventually she broke the kiss and slowly lifted her top until I was staring down at those creamy mounds begging for me to suck on them. She pulled my head towards her and I took one of the rose colored nubs into my mouth and was pleasantly rewarded with another moan. I took one nipple and then the other before drawing her left breast into my mouth and sucking. I felt her grinding against my crotch and couldn't stop myself from groaning. With a mind of its own my hand slid between us until I felt the dampness of her lacy thong under her skirt. "I've waited so long..." She begged as my hand rubbed and stroked the lace between her thighs. "Since....Mmmmm just like that," She rubbed herself over my hand. She groaned as I teased her with my fingers while I suckled on each of her breasts. I wanted to prolong this as long as I could. I had her dripping wet when I slid my finger inside of her. "Mmm I like this" I murmured against her breast. "Me to baby, me to..." She whimpered as my fingers slid through her moist folds. "Two baby, use two...and cup your hand up a little...Mmmm yes just like that," she worked herself over my hand. "I want to taste you," I told her after feeling her pussy milk my fingers. With a moan she stood and teasingly lowered her thong until it slipped off her feet. She laid on her back and I crawled between her spread legs. I had read a lot about eating a woman but nothing had prepared me for the delicious addicting taste. That first taste was pure nirvana. Like the sweetest honey I had ever tasted. "Mmm a little higher love," she moaned. I slid my tongue between her moist folds and found her little button, giving it a flick. "That's it baby, just keep doing that." She groaned and her hips jerked. I played with her clit, licking, flicking, sucking, and even nibbled on it until her thighs clamped against my cheeks and she whimpered and moaned. Then her legs trembled and I felt the wave as it rushed through her. "Cum for me mom, give me my dessert." I told her as my tongue slid around her lovely little nub. Her whimpering moans had my cock ready to explode. She screamed as the orgasm tore through her and I held her in place by the round cheeks of her ass. I squeezed each of them as I drank her in, not stopping my assault on her delicious clit. She cried out and held my head to her as another orgasm followed the first. "Yes that's it, feed me...I'm so hungry for you." I encouraged her. "I'm hungry too, can I suck on your fat cock now?" She asked breathless. "Oh shit," I groaned causing a sexy giggle to escape her lips. I had never even imaged mom would take me into her mouth. This was like a dream come true. We traded placed and she quickly lowered my pants, I felt her tongue lick away the precum before her lips stretch around the head and she swallowed all six inches into her mouth. "Mmmmm," she moaned around the base of my cock and I nearly exploded. "You're gonna make me cum," I warned her. "Yes baby, cum in my mouth." she whimpered before bobbing her head up and down. She didn't stop sucking me even after I had emptied myself. I was limp for a fraction of a second before she sucked it hard again. Mom was just as greedy with my cock as I was with her pussy but now I wanted more. Oh yes, I wanted a lot more. Mom lifted her head, look me in the eyes, then walked towards the stairs. Stunned and confused I just sat there and watched her climb the stairs. "Well are you coming?" she turns to ask. "What's wrong with the couch?" I responded but moved to follow her. "My first time was in the back seat of your father's mustang, and it wasn't very pleasant. You deserve something better than the living room sofa for your first time," she took my hand and led me into her bedroom. I woke at dawn to the feel of her soft lips against mine. With a moan I opened to her probing tongue as she rolled over on top of me. She wrapped an arm around my neck and I pulled her soft body against me as we kissed. "I don't want this to ever end. I want to wake every morning to your kisses, in your bed." I whispered in her ear when she broke the kiss. "Now that I have you here, I'm never letting you go. I will do anything to keep you here." She looked into my eyes as her hand reached between us to stroke my morning wood. "Anything?" I slid my hands down to her butt cheeks. A Date with Mother Nature Maybe it was wishful thinking to not check the weather forecast before I headed out. I had been itching to go hiking all winter. At the first sign of spring, I grabbed my backpack and went for a long walk in the Hoosier National Forest. The weather started out beautiful. I could smell the pollen floating from the flowers, hear the wind rustling through the branches. The rocky trail threaded through dense parts of the Indiana forest, difficult enough that I didn't expect to see any others that day. I wasn't worried, though. I was a petite woman but I kept in shape. I had my phone and a hunting knife if either were needed. By midmorning the clouds were converging. I didn't mind the cool air as I stopped by a stream to rest. I watched the clear water washing away the dregs of winter, dead leaves and branches floating to a distant grave. My own life had just gone through its own renewal. My girlfriend of three years had finally moved out, after realizing I was never going to propose. Something about commitment, she said. If we could get married in some nine other states, why didn't we? I didn't want to be a wife, I said. She didn't want to be my girlfriend, she said. And that was the end of that. Mother Nature could be my girlfriend, I thought as I watched the water. She's a little moody but always there. By noon I had reached the midway point, but the weather was turning. I could hear thunder I'm the distance, and the clouds kept covering the sun. The air was thick with humidity and actually made my light jacket feel hot. I started to look for shelter when the sun disappeared altogether. If I had been in town, I probably would have heard the sirens blasting out a warning. I found a small cave as big droplets of water started to fall. I sat on the ground and watched the trees filter the rain. I must have mistook her footsteps for falling rain. Her shadow blended in perfectly with the tree leaves. I didn't see her at all until she was right in front of me. Light brown skin, dark brown hair, a beauty from the cradle of civilization. Instead of veils, she was clothed with only the rain. From the lines on her face, I could see she was older, but whether it was years or centuries I couldn't tell. Her curves were still firm and sensual. The inside of the cave was instantly warm but not damp. She looked down at me, seeming to question my clothes and backpack. I knew she wanted something from me. She was the Earth's landlord, here to collect the rent. I didn't have anything to give her. What would she want with my backpack, made of synthetic fibers, or my granola bars, stuffed with who knew what preservatives? She kept looking at me, and I knew what I wanted. Cautiously I approached her and extended my hand. She took it with a warm smile. Emboldened, I pulled her close into a kiss. Her mouth was soft and wet, and she smelled like rich soil and a smoky fire. I wrapped my arms around her. I felt warm as she nestled against me. She ran her hands down my back and pulled my shirt from my pants. She rubbed the muscles on my chest and arms, exploring my body like a healer. I felt the warmth emanating from her hands down into my core. I broke away to throw off my shirt and start unbuttoning my pants. She stood back and watched with a bemused smile. Finally I was as naked as she was, but not nearly as warm. I pulled her close again and let her heat envelope me like the sunshine. We laid on the dusty ground of the cave and kissed. I ran my hands over her soft shoulders and down her back before filling then with the roundness of her bottom. As she pushed against me, I felt the wetness between her legs corresponding to my own. I gently rolled her over and slid a finger into her hot folds. She moaned and started grinding against my palm. I leaned over her round breasts and took a nipple into my mouth. She squirmed as I sucked on one dark nub and then the other. She started to tremble against my hand, tightening around my finger and sucking me in. When I traced my tongue down to her stomach, I saw the pale stretch marks on her hips. Inhaling her smoky scent, I licked at her hot, tight wetness. She grasped at my back and lifted her hips to meet me. I felt her trembling again as I pulled up to kiss her. We ground against each other, our moans lost in the sound of the rain. Finally I gasped with my own orgasm. I kissed her mouth and collapsed into her warmth. When I awoke, I was wearing my clothes and the sun was shining again. She was gone. I gathered my backpack and started out of the cave. I wouldn't mind another date with Mother Nature. A Date with My Barber The other night I went to a nearby mall for a hair cut. It was about 4:30 and I had about two and a half hours before the hockey game. I went up to the counter and the receptionist said, "Do you have a preference for hair stylist?" I told her I didn't so she escorted to me to a man who was between 35 and 50 and went by the name of Roger. He was a tall man who was not bad looking. I sat down, he put the covering over me, and we discussed the type of haircut I wanted. He said that he was going to do this in three steps: Trim a little bit, wash and dry my hair, and finish the job. Really, all I was looking for was a trim, but I thought I should let him do his job. We chit-chatted about a lot of stuff but mostly about sports. He was a Patriots fan and I am a Cowboys fan, but at least we were both Ottawa Senators fans. I really liked this guy because he was so friendly and gentle. At the time I thought nothing of it, but he had a tendency to keep his hand on my head a little longer than I thought he should. I also noticed that he would sometimes hold his open hand on my neck as if he were caressing it. Because we both hit it off so nicely, I didn't think much of it and it didn't bother me at all. It seemed like he was in no hurry to give me a trim because he would often stand in front of my chair and stare at me while he was cutting my hair. He had a captivating smile and a pleasant speaking voice. The chair I was in was like a captain's chair with arms on both sides. At one time, I had my hands on the arm of the chair when he leaned into me to cut some hair. As I did, his lower body touched my hand and I was sure I could feel his cock touching me. If that's what it was, it felt pretty good. I didn't move my hand because I didn't want it to be too obvious. However, when he went around the other side of the chair, the same thing happened. "Sorry, Bud." was all he said. I looked at him in the mirror and said, "No problem," and when I did, I saw a slight smile come across his face. Just as we were about to begin washing my hair, my cell phone rang. "I'm sorry, Sir, but do you mind if I take that call?" I asked him. He said it was okay because he had to get the sink ready. The call was from my hockey buddy who said he couldn't go to the game tonight because both his wife and one of his kids have been puking all day with the flu. I told him that it was no problem because I could find someone to take the ticket. When I walked over to the sink he asked if there was a problem. I told him the story; and all of a sudden it hit me: Why don't I ask him to come to the game with me. I asked him and he said he would be happy to. I got in the chair and leaned back to have my head washed. As I did, he leaned into me again and this time, his crotch was just about in line with my head. I looked sideway and could see the outline of his cock which was not yet hard but it looked quite sizable. I hadn't realized it, but I was licking my lips while I was staring at it. I'm not gay but I did want to have more of his cock. He washed my hair and kept moving his dick back and forth across my shoulder. It felt pretty good. We went back to the barber chair and he continued his clipping. I had my hand at the end of the arm of the chair and he leaned into me so that his dick was touching my hand. Thinking that it was the right thing to do, I slowly moved my hand back and forth and put a little pressure against him. "H-m-m-m. I like that," he said "So do I," was all I could say. He finished my haircut and said, "I'm done at 5:30. Want to grab a snack somewhere before we go to the game? I'll call Marie and tell her what I'm going to do. I hope there's no problem with it." I told him that it was a good idea and that I'd wait outside in the mall until he was finished work. I strolled the mall for about 20 minutes and all I could think of was touching his cock again. I suggested we pick up a pizza and go back to my place and eat it, then we wouldn't have to take two cars to the game. He said that he would order the pizza and have it delivered so we could save some time. I told him where I lived, and we left the mall in separate cars. We got back to my apartment at the same time and parked the cars. We got out together and and we were walking toward my apartment he looked at me and said, "I don't even know your name. My name is Roger Dawson, and you are...?" I told him my name is Bruce Andrew and that I was happy to meet him and that I thought we would get along fine. We went into the apartment, and I took his jacket and hung it up with mine. We stood there looking at each other and I said to him, "Roger, you must work out. You have a really good build." "Thanks, Bruce. You don't look bad yourself: good abs, and a good six-pack. Where do you work out?" I told him that I use the equipment in the spare room but occasionally go to the Atlas Gym on Hazeldean Road. I don't know why, but he took off the shirt he was wearing so that all he had on was a t-shirt under it. "Fuck, you look really good, Roger. What a chest!" I said and walked over to him. I grabbed his biceps and commented on how hard they were. He said, "Not as hard as other parts are getting right now. Do you want to get it on, or am I not reading you right?" "I think you are an excellent reader, Roger. I think I found that out when I was sitting in your chair. I can't wait to get more than a quick feel." I told him. With that, Roger moved into me and put his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. He took one hand away and dropped it down to my crotch. He used just a couple of fingers to outline my growing cock. "Are you okay with this?" he asked. "Two hours ago I wasn't okay with anything like this, but you are extremely exciting, sexy, and inviting. You're married, so I don't think you are gay. What makes you want to do this with me?" I asked him. He looked at me again and said, "For a long, long time, I have been eager to suck a guy off. Up to today, I never had the chance; but when you touched my cock in the chair, I thought the waiting was over. What do you think?" "Well, to begin with, Roger, I thought you had originated this by pushing your cock into me while you were cutting my hair. I took this as a hint that you wanted to get it on. I'm not gay either, but I have sucked a couple of cocks before and really like it. I even sucked a guy off in front of my girlfriend. She masturbated and had a violent orgasm just watching me that she wants me to do it again sometime." While I was talking to him, I reached down and unbuckled his pants and pulled his zipper down. As I reached inside his shorts, he said, "Do you mind if I kiss you?" and I told him it was okay with me. We kissed a couple of times with our tongues fighting each other. I reached down behind him and put both my hands inside his shorts and held onto his ass and kept kissing him. "Your ass feels so good, Roger" I said to him and pulled him toward me. "Just a second, Bruce. I want to get rid of some clothes here." he said. So, he took off his t-shirt, unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. Then he unbuckled me, dropped my pants and underwear down and moved into me so that our bodies were together. With only a little room to do it, I pulled his shorts down so that we were both naked. Roger dropped to his knees and took my cock in his hand and rubbed it around his lips. I pulled back and said, "Oh, no, you don't." With that, he looked up at me with a frightened look on his face. "I thought this would be okay, Bruce. What's wrong?" he asked. I told him that if he could have a cock in his mouth, so could I. So we headed to the bedroom, jumped on the bed and got into the 69 position. I sucked him, played with his balls and ass and he did likewise with me. It didn't take long before we both came. I sucked him hard and let him cum in my mouth, but he just jerked me off so that I would cum over my legs. We got dressed just in time to answer the door to get the pizza. I thought we might have a hard time looking at each other but we didn't. I think he broke the ice when he said, "The salami on this pizza is good, but not as good as the salami you gave me." That brought a pretty good laugh from both of us. We finished the pizza and said it was time to go to the game. We got our jackets on and stopped by the door on our way out. "That was so fucking good, Bruce. I hope we can do it again." I told him that I was sure that we would. On the way to the game, we discussed work schedules and found out that we could have an occasional afternoon delight. I'll let you know when the next done is. By the way, the Sens beat the Sabres in a shootout. A Date With My Ex I stepped on the jet and took my seat, ready for the long flight. I was travelling home for a two week vacation after moving away for my career one year ago. Since I left and while I was in college I have one night stands, which several have progressed into friends with benefits but no serious relationships. I never wanted anything more than just sex. I had my first serious girlfriend in high school, her name is Karla. We were both virgins when we met but soon had a very healthy and active sex life. I had not seen her since we broke up in my first year of college. A few weeks ago I thought that maybe I would meet up with her and as if she read my mind across the country, on the that same day I received an e-mail from her asking how things were going. I responded and said that I was going home soon for a vacation and if she was free then maybe we could get a drink. She agreed and we decided we would meet on my sixth day of being home. While on the long flight I thought of the upcoming get together with my ex and couldn't help but feel nervous. But then a thought came to me. I played with the idea of trying to seduce my ex and getting her to cheat on her current boyfriend. It might sound a little cold but I wanted her to feel the pain that she gave me when she left me. Once the plane landed, I disembarked and when I saw my family as they greeted me the thought left my head. As the days counted down to my date with my ex I became a little more anxious but also that the same time the evil plan of seducing her kept growing in my head. On the sixth day I woke up with my usual morning wood but also could not seem to get the thought of fucking my ex out of my head. I found myself masturbating to these thoughts and when I came my whole body shook with orgasm. Never had masturbating cause such a feeling in me. Now I couldn't wait to see my ex and counted down the hours. Eventually it was time to go see her. After a shower and tucking a few condoms in my pocket I was out the door and on the road. I arrived at the bar we agreed to meet out a bit early so I took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. As I drank and waited I looked around the place and saw several hot girls and thought "Well if I don't fuck my ex I can always pick up a local." Just then the door opened and I looked over to see my ex walk in. She looked better than she had back in high school. She was tanned with long slim legs, athletic body with perky B cup breasts and brown hair that fell to her shoulders. She was wearing a low cut dress to show off her breasts that ended well before her knees and showed off all her sexy frame. She saw me, smiled and walked over to me. As she walked over, eyes of the other guys in the bar followed her and I don't blame them. I couldn't help but stare and could feel and could feel my dick starting to get hard. " Hi Karly, wow you look amazing" I stuttered out. She smiled," Hi Jack, thanks same to you." At first the talk was awkward but as we talked and drank we became more comfortable with each other. I found myself enjoying her company and I am pretty sure she enjoyed mine. Soon the conversation turned to our relationships. "So Jack, how are the lady's treating you." I blushed, "Pretty good, I have a few lady friends that keep me company." "At the same time or do they wait in a line?" I laughed, "Well there was this one night...." She laughed this time and spilled some of her drink as she did. She was quite tipsy. "How about you? How is your boyfriend treating you?" I asked. She finished the rest of her drink and said "Oh he is good but no one is perfect." "And what do you mean by that?" Slurring her words, "Well let's just say when it comes to the bedroom he falls shorts" and she made a gesture with her hand that reminded me of a miniature hotdog. "Yeah I guess no one is perfect. You are still with him though." "She started to sway on the spot and said "I am but I wish I could have just one night off to have hot sex with a stranger, just to fulfill my need. That is fair right, I deserve to be happy, right?" Seeing my way in (literally), I said "Sure you do, of course you do" I started to rub her back slowly working down as I said, "But why would you want to have sex with someone you don't know or trust. Wouldn't you rather have sex with someone you trust and know will respect you?" She looked at me and at first it was a drunk girl look but then it changed to a look I last saw on her face a few years earlier, the look of lust taking her over. I could have sworn she smiled but if she did it disappeared quickly. Instead she said, "Well I better get going, care to join me for the walk?" "The walk? Where are we walking to?" She giggled and answered "One of my girlfriends apartment is a few blocks away. She is out of town and I am staying there to watch her fish. Going to make sure I get there safe?" "Yeah I can spare a few minutes." So we walked the few blocks to her friend's apartment and when we reached the front door and asked me for another favour "Do you mind helping me up the stairs? The elevator is broken and it may take me all night to get up them." I agreed and walked behind her up the stairs to prevent her from falling back. It was then that I noticed her perfect shaped ass and thought that she might have even shaken it in my face. When we reached the apartment she opened the door and gestured for me to follow for her inside. I followed her to the couch in the living room and sat next to her. My heart was beating fast and so loud that she must have been able to hear it. She moved closer to me and put her hand on my leg and started to rub it getting closer to my hardening penis. "Jack I have a confession. I am not that drunk, I just wanted to give you an excuse to follow me in the apartment." "Wwwhy did you do that?" I stuttered. "So I could do this" She jumped on me and started to kiss me hard and filled with passion. I kissed her back and used my hands to feel every part of her body. I slid my hands under her dress to find she wasn't wearing any underwear. I started to rub her wet vagina and quickly found her clit. As I played with it she started to moan out loud. I put a finger in her love hole and started to finger fuck her. She moved with my rhythm and moaned "Jack, that feels so good. Oh god finger fuck me hard." I put another finger in and pounded her harder. Her whole body shook and she screamed in passion as she came. She kissed me again and I started to pull her dress off. She helped me and I got to see the body that I lost my virginity to. I took one of her breasts in my mouth and played with the other one with my hand. She closed her eyes and moaned out loud. She took my shirt off and started to kiss my chest and moved down to my crotch. She undid my belt and took my pants off. My hard dick formed a nice tent in my underwear. She took off my underwear and my 7 inch cock sprang out of its enclosure and Karla stared at. "Oh my goodness it is so large. I can't wait to ride it." "Well come on baby, hop on." And she did just that, She lowered herself onto my hard cock. I couldn't believe how good it felt. It was so good that I came quicker than I would have liked to. "Ohhh Karla, I'm going to cum." "Cum inside me, I want to feel it inside me." When she said that I exploded in her cunt and we both screamed. She fell on top of me and we lay there for awhile breathing together. Then Karla got up and and said, "well I could use a shower, care to join me?" I followed her to the bathroom and we had hot shower sex, I stayed in that apartment for the weekend with Karla having incredible sex the whole time. At the end of the weekend she said that she wanted to her her boyfriend for me. I told her that I can't be with anyone who breaks someones heart by cheating on them. I left her in tears that day and thinking to myself, what goes around comes around. A Date With My Parents I’ll be honest about this. My mother and father like young women. They are in their forties, wealthy and very good looking. Mom can easily pass for no more than 35 and Dad has a lean, rangy look that is quite handsome. My mother was openly bi-sexual long before it became fashionable, and neither of them has ever felt compelled to hold the other back from sexual liaisons. They met when Dad was 19 and Mom was 21 and just married, but that ended soon, and the two of them established a household with a gorgeous dark-haired woman for the next two years. When that ended, each of the three of them explored their sexuality vigorously, Tina, the other woman, becoming almost exclusively lesbian, Dad bedding any number of very willing women, and Mom having affairs with both men and women as her heart led her. I was born when Mom was 25, nine months after a romantic visit to Dad that rekindled their love but not an affair. Mom then returned to Tina, and spent eight years with her in relationship that I still don’t know all the details of, but which left her with rings in both of her nipples and through her clit hood. Mom and Dad married on my15th birthday and have been very happy together since then. They have not taken a long-term lover, but there has been a glorious parade of sweet young things in and out of their bed for the past five years. I started college young, graduated early, and began my own career by the time I was 20, so I am a guest in their home when I visit, not a resident. But I sometimes visit their bed too. The first time I was with them both was the first time I was with my father. Mom and I had made love a few days before, at my instigation. It was blissful, beautiful and right. I love my mother, and she loves me, and the physical expression of that love was something we both wanted. “What do you think if we included Buck in our play?” I asked Delcy as we lolled together in bed on the second day after we had first made love. I had begun calling her by her name in that moment, and I chose to use my father’s name in the same context: as a lover. Delcy arched an eyebrow, and not just because I slipped my lips over her nipple and began to flick its ring immediately after asking. “I’ve only been with one guy,” I told her, “and only once.” I wasn’t sure if she knew. She did know I had been with women. At one, anyway (though there were others). I was openly having an affair with her at the time. “I know Buck has to be a considerate and attentive lover, or you would not love him. I wonder if I might love him like that too.” “Jenifer,” she said, lifting my lips from her breast, “I don’t know. That is a very big step. For you and me to be intimate is different.” I sat back on my heels and looked at her. Delcy is six feet tall and wears her blonde hair long and flowing. When out in town, she draws admiring looks, as her figure is full and voluptuous without being plump. There, in bed, her full breasts were splayed across her chest beautifully, the white gold hoops in her nipples glinting softly in the afternoon light from the window. One long leg was draw up, wantonly exposing her pussy. There is no hair there, nor has there been for my entire life. Proud of her body, she has never been shy of showing it off, and I had seen her nude countless times before we became lovers. Now though, her lips with shiny with dew, the excitement I had brought to her as she and I touched. And nestled through her clit hood was a white gold ring that matched those in her nipples. I reached out my fingers and moved it up and down through her skin. “Because he has a penis?” I asked? Delcy’s back arched as she responded to my touch. “Honey,” she murmured. “Oh, honey!” I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Imagine seeing his penis going into me, Delcy.” She whimpered. “Imagine my lips around his penis as I take him in my mouth.” She cried out as my fingers moved over her. “Imagine our lips, together, meeting around his penis as we make love to the man we love.” She must have liked that imagining very much, because she began to come. Her body arched and her breath caught as she shrieked with ecstasy. Clawing the sheets, she tossed her head to and fro and a glaze seemed to come over her skin. I pressed my breasts to hers and laid my lips to hers and we kissed. From there, it was easy. Well, except for Dad. We planned a night out. He was on orders to dress to the nines, as his wife and daughter were taking him out to dinner. Delcy chose a diaphanous gown under which she wore a garter belt, stockings and heels but nothing else. In the right light, her nipples could be seen through the material, but she liked knowing that. I wore a short dress, low cut, but more conservative than my mother’s. Being a dutiful daughter, I followed her lead and disdained underwear. I remember shopping for my first pair of pantyhose and how she had turned up her nose and declared that pantyhose were no fun at all. Buck met us in the foyer, where he had been playing his guitar while waiting for us. He looked horribly handsome in a charcoal grey suit, oxford shirt and silk tie. He doesn’t dress up often, but when he does, he looks wonderful. Delcy and I each took a hand and let him escort us to the car. By design, she took the back seat and I the front, and on the drive in to town, I turned sideways in my seat to talk to her, knowing that my long legs were displayed for my father to see, not sure if more of me was on view, but excited to think there was. In heels, Delcy and I tower over most people but Buck. With the two of us on either arm, he looked proud and confident as we entered the restaurant and were immediately ushered to a secluded table. We drew a lot of eyes, two statuesque blondes in gowns with a handsome man between us. I saw a head nodding here and there as a diner informed his tablemates of who we were and they went back to their meals. We were given a corner booth, and I took the outside on the end closest to the rest of the dining area. No one could see me once I sat. Delcy maneuvered Buck into the middle and sat opposite of me, or almost, as she started out closer to Dad than I did. It was only natural, she was his wife. We started with a bottle of wine and the waitress never even thought to ask if I was old enough for a glass. As we clinked them together, Delcy pressed one of her heavy breasts to Buck’s arm, one of her favorite tricks to get attention. Once more, I followed the lead of my mother and felt an electric jolt as I pressed my own breast to my father in a sexual way for the first time as we made our toast. Delcy and I chose to broach the issue in public for several reasons. First, I looked good: mature and womanly, not like the daughter Dad was used to seeing. Second, if he turned us—me—down, we had the formality of the meal to hold us together as a family. We would finish, leave together and still be together. Third, if he accepted, we had hours of teasing to bring us to the height of passion so that, when we got to bed, there would be no hesitation or awkwardness, just hurried undressing and sweet love making. Delcy and I teased one another by feeding each other and then Buck the appetizers we ordered. To do so, I had to move closer still to him, so that I was practically glued to my father’s side, the thin material of my gown letting my lush body move on his as I leaned in to raise an oyster to either his lips or my mother’s. I noticed that before long, I did not see either Buck’s left hand or Delcy’s right hand above the table. I looked in her eyes and questioned, darting my eyes down for an instant, and she smiled and nodded, letting me know that under the tablecloth, my father’s hand had slipped into the slit of my mother’s dress and was even now touching her, perhaps stroking her labia, maybe even moving a finger inside of her. I let her distract him long enough to drop my hand into my lap, pull up my skirt and touch my own dampening sex, then lifted a half shell to my father’s lips and pretending to spill butter on my fingers. Setting down the shell, I offered my oily fingers to my father to lick clean. He seemed surprised, but took one, then another finger between his lips, seeming to taste more than oysters or butter, but not sure if his senses were betraying him. Smiling, I dropped my hand under the table again, looking into his eyes, then once more raised my fingers, once again slick and oily, but this time, I moved them to my mother’s lips. She leaned over the table and took them to her lips, clearly revealing our silent allegiance. She told me later that her hand was in his lap when I did this, and she squeezed his cock as she licked my fingers, accenting what we were up to. But she was not finished. She brought his hand up from under the table and offered his fingers to me. They were thick with her cream, and I licked them clean and looked into his eyes, seeing confusion and wonder. “Mmmmmmm, doesn’t Delcy taste wonderful, Buck?” I asked. No question now, I thought. My father nodded, hearing me call him by name. “Do I taste wonderful, Buck?” I went on, once more bringing my hand up from under the table. He opened his lips for me, still holding my eyes. “I love you, Buck,” my mother said, leaning in on his left arm. “I love you, Buck,” I told him too, brushing my barely clad breast on his upper arm. My father was no stranger to my body. I sunbathe nude, and we rarely wear suits in the pool, even when we have guests. In our sauna, where we often have visitors, no one uses towels for modesty, only to protect their bodies from the heat of the stove. But in that restaurant, as our meal came, I used my body in ways my father had never seen. They were ways I had never used. With my girlfriends, no pretense was ever needed. I had watched my mother for years though, and copied the grace she used to move her long, lithe body in ways that seemed completely natural but which were entirely contrived to excite and entice. I arched my back, bringing up my full round breasts, forcing the thin material of my gown to stretch and reveal the hardness of my nipples. I rubbed my leg against my father’s maintaining contact to confirm the touch was not incidental or accidental. I flipped my long blonde hair and turned in ways that showed off my cleavage in the deep cut bodice of my dress. And, before dessert arrived, I too had my hand in my father’s lap, as did my mother. We had to feed him his cheesecake, as he had his hands between her legs and my own. We left the restaurant as we had come in, my arm and my mother’s both linked in my father’s. We all sat in the front seat this time, with me in the middle. As my father drove, I kept my hand in his lap, while my mother put her arms around me, kissing my neck, fondling my breasts and pulling up my dress to touch me between my legs. I turned to kiss her now and then, running my own hand up her long legs and pulling her gown with it until it cleared the tops of her stockings. My father’s cock was hard under my hand, and I couldn’t wait to be in bed with the two of them. Once home, we hurried into the house. I crossed my arms, reached down, and pulled my dress up over my head as we crossed the lawn, leaving it there in careless abandon as I began tugging free my father’s tie. Nude in my heels, I came into his arms and we kissed for the first time as man and woman. From behind us, my mother helped him out of his coat as we stumbled into the house. Their clothes littered the stairs as I helped each of them undress, leaving my mother in her stockings, heels and belt and my father as nude as I as we all tumbled into their big bed. My father lay across the bed as he sat on its edge, and Delcy, my mother, my lover, and I knelt together before him to offer him worship. I had never had a penis in my mouth, and I think my mother knew this as she smiled at me and slipped her lips over his length. I gaped in awe at the beauty of the act, her love for him obvious in the way she used her tongue and lips. After a few moments of watching her blonde head bob up and down on it, I wanted to show that kind of love too. Squeezing her hand, I let her know I was eager for my own turn. Smiling, she let it slip from her mouth, then held it wrapped in her fingers to offer it to my mouth. I touched my lips to it, feeling the softness of the skin, how wonderfully hard he was. I lowered my head, taking him inside of me. I heard him moan with pleasure, knowing his sweet daughter was sucking his cock. That made me smile. I was now a cocksucker. I laughed with delight at the thought. Cocksucker! I was a cocksucker. And the cock I was sucking was my father’s. My mother wrapped herself around me, and I felt her heavy breasts on my back, crushing to me as I moved my head up and down. In my ear, she whispered instructions, telling me to use my tongue, to wrap it around the shaft as it moved in and out of me. At her word, I wrapped my hand around my father’s hardness and moved it in time with my mouth. It felt so good, so right to be doing this, in the arms of my mother. Her hands cupped my breasts and she kissed me and licked me, making me so wet I was sure I was dripping. I pressed into her touch, my nipples stiff and excited by what the three of us were doing together. I wondered if my father would come in my mouth. I wanted him to fuck me, but I wanted to drink him too. Reading my mind, my mother whispered in my ear, “Buck has marvelous control, honey. We have had lots of threesomes. He won’t come until we’re ready. Would you like to take him inside you now?” “Oh, yes,” I answered, releasing him from my mouth. She moved around me, running her tongue up his shaft, and the two of us joined our mouths around him, sliding up and down together with his cock between us. Then with a smile, my mother stood, drawing me up with her. Taking me in her arms, we kissed, nude, breast to breast, tummy to tummy, sex to sex, our bodies tight on one another. Buck moved up the bed, laying his head on a pillow. Guiding me, Delcy moved me over him, leading me still until I straddled his hips, my pussy hovering over his wet, hard cock. Delcy took him in her hand and touched the head of him to me, moving it back and forth over my lips, letting my excitement and his cock open my petals. Then she held him steady against me and kissed me. I sank onto him. I was very tight, and it was not easy to get him in. He was gentle and kind, moving up to me, but letting me move onto him without urgency. I grunted and moaned as it finally went inside of me, filling me, feeling huge. Delcy moved behind me, pressing herself to me, melding her body to mine, until it was the three of us fucking, her movements behind me, again guiding me, showing me, teaching me how. I moved up and down on my father, feeling his cock so wonderfully inside of me as my mother swayed with me, twinning my motions. It was too much. My body gave in to the sensation. I leaned back hard on Delcy as I ground down on Buck’s cock, my clit swollen and sensitive. I gasped, I cried out, I screamed. I came. In my mother’s arms, I came with a man for the first time. A Date With My Wife When you have kids it can be hard to get alone time with your wife. This was the case with us lately and we both needed some alone adult time that's for sure. We had a friends wedding coming up and we had made arrangements for the kids to stay at grandma's house. I had gotten ready first and took the kids to grandmas and when I got home I walked in to find my wife ready to go. She had a sexy black skirt with a white silk blouse and to top it off she was wearing the Cecilia de Rafael hose I bought her with her black and while open toe pumps with the ankle strap. I love those shoes; they always made her look so sexy. She knew what she was doing to me and smiled as we headed out. Once there we did the customary stuff and after dinner we danced a bit. I knew that her feet would be a tad bit warm and I couldn't wait to get home and have them on my face. My wife's feet never smelled bad no did they ever get sweaty oh how I loved kissing them. We sat with some friends and I was having a good laugh but I kept my eye on her as she worked her way around the room visiting. I have had a few drinks and had a nice buzz working, the more I watched her the more turned on I got. I could feel my cock growing in my pants as my imagination took over. By the time she returned my buddy had taken her seat so she sat across from me talking to one of her girlfriends who joined us. We had a nice small table for four in the corner and as we all talked and laughed enjoying ourselves. I felt her foot against my leg as she rubbed her foot applying enough pressure to let me know it was no accident. We talked and sipped out drinks all laughing and I slipped my hand under the table and it was met with her foot. She winked at me as I rubbed her foot sliding my fingers under her sole feeling her silky hose. He flexed her foot holding my hand tight trapped under her foot. I saw her lean close to her friend and whisper in her ear. They both looked at me. I felt her move her foot away as she placed it against my thigh and as she slid her foot towards my cock I slid to meet her. She placed her foot on my cock and pressed down like stepping on the gas pedal. I loved it, I moved the tablecloth a bit and I could see her foot massaging my cock with her pink nail polish barely visible through the peep toe. Without warning my massage stopped, my buddy left for the bar to get us some drinks and I wasn't about to go anywhere with my cock straining to get out of my pants. I was writing down a few web pages for my friend when I dropped my pen and had to slide off my chair to get it as it rolled under the table. I couldn't have planned this I thought chuckling to myself. My wife looked and found the pen, she stepped on it holding it secure, as I reached for it she moved her foot to my face knowing what I would do. I held her foot by the heel hand brought it to my nose breathing in her sweet musky scent through the small opening or her toe. She flexed her toes lifting them a little and I slid my tongue under them as far as I could. She knew I would do this and quickly pressed her toes onto my tongue. As quickly as this started it stopped as my wife uncrossed her legs and pulled them away. I looked over and noticed her friend had her legs crossed as well and on shoe off exposing her hose covered foot. I could see the slight dampness on the reinforced toe of her hose and if I wasn't a happily married man I would have been sucking those toes and licking her hose covered foot. This whole experience took less that half a minute but it felt like an eternity as I reached my seat my buddy arrived dropping off my drink and then headed back to the bar to hang with some friends. I was ready to leave and mentioned this to my wife who informed me she was not and wanted to catch up with her friend so I resigned myself to watching the goings on of the reception. Since my erection subsided I left for the bar to get a refill and was asked to get a round for my wife and her friend. Now I was their waiter and I didn't mind since I knew my wife could hold her liquor and this would loosen her up for some fun tonight. After about an hour the music slowed and my wife wanted to dance. We headed for the floor and held each other tight slowly moving to the music. My wife placed her head on my shoulder as I leaned down into her breathing her perfume. " I told Cris what you were doing under the table." I was a little shocked that she did this but honestly didn't care. " What did she say?" "She thought it was great and told me she wished she could find someone to do that to her. Once in high school she had a date with a guy who kissed her feet and sucked her toes and she loved it. Her current boyfriend won't go near them." "Hey what can I say, us foot guys are a sensual bunch." "Cris told me she had her shoe off when you went under the table. She actually took it off when I told her I had my foot on your crotch and was rubbing her toes thinking about what you were going through. So what does her foot look like?" "Well I couldn't see that well but its ok, I mean her toes are nice and no bunions but she didn't have her nails painted. No where as nice as yours that's for sure." My wife informed me it was time to go so we said our goodbyes and on our way out we passed Cris and her boyfriend and as she got up and hugged my wife," Let me know how it goes, I cant wait to hear" Once home I opened a bottle of home made wine while my wife slipped into something "more comfortable". She came out looking sexy as hell; she took off her skirt and stood there in her blouse and heels. Extending her leg teasingly she slid her hand from her knee to crotch. " I love the feeling of these hose you bought me, they feel so smooth and sexy!" She walked by me taking the glass of wine and settled into her chair crossing her legs right over left. I settled on the floor in front of her and slowly took her foot in my hand. I brought it to my lips and kissed her toe through the opening just like I did earlier under the table. She placed her left foot on my leg raising her right foot higher. I kissed my way along her shoe until I reached her exposed arch. I placed my nose in as far as I could and breathed in her heavenly foot scent. Looking up I could see she had her phone and before I could ask," I am telling Cris what you are doing, keep going I love the way you worship my feet!" I found it a bit odd that she said that but hell I didn't care. I unbuckled the strap of her shoe and slowly slid it off her foot. I followed it with my tongue as I licked and kissed her foot form her heel to her toes. I loved the warm feeling of her foot and the smell after a night in her heels. I buried my nose under her toes and inhaled as my life depended on it. She placed her left foot on my cock and again acted like she was driving her car. I found myself thrusting up into her foot. She pressed her right foot into my face and moved her left to my chest so I could remove her other shoe. Once I removed her shoe she placed both feet firmly on my face and held them there. Her feet covered my face and I was in heaven, the feeling of her nylon feet on my face along with the musky scent of her feet was all I wanted at the moment. She got up to get some more wine and I took the opportunity to remove my clothes. When she came back in I was laying on the floor waiting for her. She stood with her feet on either side of my head and I was looking up to her sweet hose covered pussy. Taking her hand she ran it across her slit and stepped on my face. Her heel on my forehead and toes over my lips I stuck my tongue out to massage and taste them. I could see her holding her phone again and it dawned on me that she was taking a video of me worshiping her foot. Hell I didn't care; we did this all the time so it was nothing new. I saw her aim her phone at my cock fro a few seconds and I was aware how hard it was. I reached down and stroked it for her slowly like when I masturbate for her. " Yeah baby stroke you cock for me thinking about my feet on your face. Move over here so I can sit and rub your cock with my feet." I adjusted my position and she placed her left foot under my cock and used her right to stroke me. She was milking me slowly causing my pre cum to flow freely onto the arch and top of her left foot. She slid her toe up my shaft causing more fluid to rise out of my cock she placed her foot on top using her hose to gather my pre cum and smear it around the head of my cock. I thought I was going to explode it felt so good. Without warning she brought her foot and held it over my face so I could her cum soaked hose. Holding her phone close she lowered her foot to my face. " I want you to clean up your little mess from under my toes. Do a good job baby and maybe I will let you cum on my feet." I sucked and licked for all I was worth pressing my tongue up under her toes as she pressed down on my face. The taste wasn't as bad as I thought, kind of sweet and salty but ok I guess. I never thought I would do something like this let alone my wife making me do it. I could feel her other foot on my chest now sliding back and forth. God the hose felt great! "Ok enough, now the other one. Come on baby I want to watch you lick your juices off my foot.' She slid her right foot behind my head and brought it foreword towards her left foot. Once it was close enough I licked every inch of her foot. I bent closer and placed my lips on her foot and sucked wanting to make her happy. I could see her pone still there and I didn't care on bit. I was so turned on I would have done anything she asked at this point. Once I cleaned her foot to her satisfaction she stood over me again but this time I could see that she had ripped a hole in her hose and as soon as I realized this she sat squarely on my face. I thrust my tongue up into her as far as I could. Her pussy was soaked, I could only imagine she was playing with herself a bit while filming me with her other hand. She was facing my feet and as I repeatedly fucked her with my tongue she ground her clit on my chin. I cold feel her orgasm building through her pussy and when she came she flooded me with her juices. I loved how she taste and could lick her pussy all day. As soon as she calmed down a bit she swung around and grabbed my cock holding it as she slid her pussy down on me. My cock slid into her so easily and when I opened my eyes I saw her phone again." Oh baby your face looks so good covered in my cum, lick your lips and get it all baby" She rode my cock hard and without warning moved back up and sat on my face again. I could taste our mixed juices and liked it! I could see her pointing her phone down between her legs filming me as she rode my lips. For a brief second something seemed suspicious about her filming me with her phone. I thought I even saw her texting a few time during all this. Her pussy was soaked and I wanted to cum so badly. I could feel her hose on the side of my head and along my body as she trapped me between her legs. I was in sensory overload and for the first time since I was a kid I thought I was going to cum without touching my cock. My wife moved back onto my cock and I slid into her easily again. " Come on baby cum for me now. I want to feel you're cum shooting inside me. That was all it took and I exploded inside her pussy filling her with a huge load of my cum. She was grinding back and forth hard and fast as she always does when I cum in her bringing on another orgasm. I could feel her pussy squeeze me like a vice as she slowed her movements. Looking me in the eyes," Good Baby?" " Sex with you is always goon honey, tonight was great. Where did all this come from?" Smiling down at me she opens her phone again," Cris loved it all she wants me to stand over your face while your cum leaks out of me. Yes dear I have been sending her clips all night so she could see what we do. I told her all about your fetish for feet and pantyhose tonight while we talked at the reception and what I was going to do to you tonight. She begged me to see so I told her I would send short video clips. She just texted me letting me know she came twice while watching and she wishes she had someone like you. She just asked me to do something and you know what, I like her idea." I was slowly rubbing her hose covered legs enjoying the sensation when she brought her knees up and together. Now all her weight was on me as she squeezed my softening cock. I could feel our juices slowly leaking out down my cock onto my balls. Smiling she stood up and move up to my face and spread her legs her phone in hand!