2 comments/ 177282 views/ 9 favorites Addie & Brent By: Tall_cool_one It seemed strange to be in the house alone. It seemed like there had always been someone else there, but suddenly Addie felt alone. Her daughter, Shannon, had moved into the dorm this past semester. Presumably so the time she had spent commuting could be devoted to study. Her GPA was exceptional and Addie had no idea how much any more study time could improve on that. But she was a junior and twenty-one years old, and her father had died leaving them with all the money they needed to do those things necessary to keep them alive and happy. Brent, Addie's nineteen-year-old son, worked in Daytona and came home most weekends. He called every couple of days and when he was at home they spent a lot of time together. She wished he could find as good a job closer so he could still live at home. Before Hal died, the house never seemed quite this empty. Addie guessed it's because she always expected him to be home soon. And the kids were always around. If it weren't for Janet next door, she wouldn't have a soul to talk to all day. Then there's the other problem, that big empty bed all night. At first, she just sat and cried. Sometimes it lasted for hours at a time. But the grief councilor from the church, assured her that it was normal to bawl like that. And after weeks and months, the tears stopped coming. But it's still hard. Addie and Hal had been married for seventeen years, had the two wonderful kids and then suddenly, one heart attack and Hal is gone forever. 'It's just not fair,' she thought. They had married young, that happens in small towns in the south, and the children came early. Addie is thirty-eight now, and Janet says she is still attractive. But could she ever start over again? She hungered for the attention Hal had given her. He had been caring and loving, and when they made love, it was wonderful. Addie would lie awake at night sometimes and remember how it felt when his long thick cock would penetrate to the very depths of her soul. She could still feel his hands on her tits and his tongue on her clit. She recalled the sensation of his hot seed filling her pussy or her throat when he emptied himself inside of her. She gets wet every time she thinks about him. 'My God,' Addie thought, 'my pussy is absolutely flowing right now.' Addie squeezed her thighs together in an effort to make the feelings go away. But she knew that they would only come back if she didn't make herself cum. The ache would come back regardless, but cumming would help for now. She went into the family room, in the back of the house and sat on the sofa. She pulled the hem of her soft sundress up to her hips as she sat. Her fingers slipped between her legs and moved over the smooth shiny satin of her panties. Looking down, she could see the dark spot her wetness had caused. She drew the thin strip of satin to one side and pushed a finger deep into her cleft, rubbing her thumb over her extended clit. A shock went through her body at first contact, sending her soaring into a hard orgasm. 'Geez,' she thought, 'it only takes a few seconds to get off. Hal would keep her going forever.' Addie opened her eyes, after several moments, and saw Janet standing outside the sliding glass door. Janet was staring at Addie's hands, which were still firmly in place between her outspread thighs. Janet slowly slid the heavy door open far enough to squeeze through, and entered the room. She closed the door behind her and crossed the short distance from the door and the sofa. Addie's eyes were locked on Janet's. Neither of them even blinked. Janet sank to her knees in front of Addie, pushing her knees even farther apart. Taking Addie's hands in hers, Janet pulled them away from Addie's drenched opening. The blue satin slid back across Addie's sandy brown fur. Janet placed Addie's hands on the sofa beside her and reached for the thin strips holding the blue thong on Addie's hips. Slowly, Janet drew the damp satin down Addie's legs. Their eyes remained connected. Janet let her gaze drop to Addie's center. Her hands moved ahead and her fingers gently parted the soft hair covering the feathery folds, which lay beneath. As if in a trance, Addie watched as Janet's face closed the short distance into the V between her legs. She watched as Janet parted her lips and extended her pink tongue, sweeping slowly up from below and dragging it across her inflamed love button. Once, twice, three times, Janet thrust her tongue along Addie's smoldering lips, sweeping over her raging clit. Then Addie closed her eyes and let the sensations fill her, mind, body and soul. The orgasm overtook her and she screamed. It had been three long years since anyone had touched her. And it had been another woman that had taken her to the heights again. 'Have I become that desperate?' she thought to herself. But the sensations were undeniable. "You all right, Addie?" Janet asked, softly. "I don't know," Addie gasped. "Why did you do that to me?" "I'm not quite sure," Janet answered. "I was coming over and when I looked through the door and saw you doing yourself, I couldn't help myself. You looked like you needed someone to help you." "Jesus, Janet," Addie whispered, "have we become lesbians now?" "Oh, I don't think we have to worry about that," Janet soothed. "Is this your first experience with another woman?" "Yes," Addie confided. "And it was wonderful. Have you done it before?" "I have, lots of times," Janet answered. "But there's nothing that can beat a hard cock filling you up." Addie wept. Janet held her close for a long time, until the sobbing stopped. "You really miss him, don't you?" Janet asked. "Some days much more than others," Addie replied, collecting herself and standing up. "Thanks for what you just did. It was wonderful. But I don't think I'm ready for a long term commitment to a relationship with a female, right now." Addie bent and kissed Janet on the lips, softly and tenderly. "But I enjoyed that and I want to do it again," Addie said sweetly. Janet kissed her back. Addie swirled away and went to the kitchen to fix them each a glass of tea. Janet was ten years younger than Addie. She had fluffy blond hair and an hourglass figure. Her soft puffy breasts were constantly on display regardless of what she wore. Addie estimated that she was at least a 40D, but on her 5'-10" body, it looked good. Janet was proportioned nicely and Addie envied the younger woman's splendid looks. Addie was 5'-7" tall with flowing fawn colored hair, firm 36C boobs and the classic good looks of a southern beach bunny. She regarded herself in the mirror as getting a little thick, here and there, but she was still a handsome woman. Brent told his mother she was a stunner whenever she started up with the 'I'm getting old and fat' routine.' He had encouraged her to find herself a man and get out of the house. But Addie wasn't ready for that yet. Shannon was constantly on her case to find a job and go meet some people. But she didn't want to do that either. Hal had left them financially secure and any job would only be for the purpose of getting out and she felt that jobs should be left to those people that needed them. Besides, she didn't have any skills other than being a mother and housewife. Addie returned to the family room with two glasses of tea and sat across from Janet. "When's Brent coming home?" Janet asked. "I never know when to expect him," Addie answered. "He comes home most weekends but lately, it's been less frequently. I think he's seeing someone I Daytona." "He is such a hunk," Janet said, between sips of tea. "Easy, Girl," Addie said. "He's only nineteen years old." "That's legal in every state in the country," Janet said. "Besides, young meat is harder and lasts longer than the older stuff." "You are such a slut, Janet," Addie gasped. "Tell me that if you had a chance to crawl between the sheets with a nineteen year old stud, like Brent, that you'd pass it up," Janet wailed. "I've only been with two men in my life," Addie admitted. "Hal, and who else?" Janet asked, her interest piqued by Addie's openness. "It was a long time ago," Addie whispered, her eyes seeking the floor. "And I'll never forget how dirty I felt." It got very quiet in the room. Janet stared at Addie and waited. "So?" she searched. "Who?" "My mother's second husband," Addie said, finally. "It was awful. A couple of years after Hal and I were married, I went to help ma get a bath when she had a broken leg. Shannon was two, and Brent was a little over six months old. I had both of them with me that afternoon. I had just put them down for a nap. I was helping ma get her bath and I was soaking wet. I guess that Dale got turned on because I didn't wear a bra in those days and my nipples were showing through my wet blouse. Any way, he made a snide comment and I stepped up to sneer in his face and he grabbed me and started to kiss me. I didn't know any better and before you know it, I'm on the floor on all fours with his pecker in me from behind. I just kind of went wild because he was so big, but after I got home, I got sick to my stomach for fucking my mother's husband and cheating on mine. God, I felt like hell for years." "Did you ever tell anybody?" Janet asked. "You're the first," Addie explained. "And I'm still ashamed of it to this day." "Why?" Janet asked. "Because I enjoyed it when he fucked me," Addie snapped. "And I wanted him to do it again, but he never did. Thank God!" "Well that's old news, Sweetie," Janet said. "You've got to get back in circulation. You're too hot to keep yourself off the market. Besides, you might find some hung young stud, like Brent, to tickle your fancy." "That's just what I need," Addie said. Janet departed and Addie returned to her casual housekeeping. She didn't have to work hard to keep the big house clean, but she did a little each day and stayed caught up. Brent would be coming home this weekend, she presumed, and she decided to give his room a little extra-added attention. She entered Brent's room, standing in the doorway and surveying the whole scene. Brent was a neat kid. He prided himself on his appearance and his tidiness. This trait was reflected in the way his room always looked. The books on the shelves were all arranged neatly in rows and standing straight up. His shirts and trousers all faced the same direction on the hangers in his closet and his things in his drawers were folded and stacked uniformly. Addie knew she wouldn't find a lot to do in his room, but she busied herself with pulling his laundry from the hamper in the bathroom and stripping the sheets from his bed. As she pulled the top sheet away from the bed, she noticed several crusty stains on the bottom sheet. She stepped closer to the bed and let her fingers slide over the dried remains of some wet dream on his sheet. Addie sat on the bed and let her hand rest with her fingers on the tell tale spots on the sheet. 'How could he have grown up so fast?' she asked herself, trying to imagine what her son could have been dreaming about when he discharged such an amount of semen on his sheet. Here mind reeling, she continued to strip the bed. She lifted first one pillow to pull the case off and then the other. As she lifted the second, a pair of red lace panties, which she recognized as hers, fell out of the pillowcase when she pulled it off the pillow. She recalled that she had worn them the last time he had been home. It was her recollection that she had dropped them into the hamper in her room the night she took them off. 'What on earth would they be doing in Brent's pillowcase?' she wondered. Gathering the sheets, Addie went to the laundry room and started the washer. She held her panties in her hand, carefully checking to see if they could have gotten mixed up in the laundry. She could see that she had not laundered the panties, for they still had soil in the gusset. Her heart beat faster as she envisioned her son, with her panties in his hand, relieving himself in his bed. Her thoughts raced in her head as she made her way back to Brent's room. She stood just inside the door and looked around the room again. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Addie hated herself for inspecting his room, but she just had to know if he had anything else of hers there. She looked under the bed but found nothing. She scanned the rows of books and the neat piles of folders and items on his computer table. Nothing indicated that he had pilfered any more of her underwear. With trembling hands, she pulled open the top drawer of his dresser and looked down at the orderly piles of his clothing. The third drawer down contained his socks and belts. She was about to push the drawer closed when she saw a wisp of nylon peeking out from under the carefully rolled socks. Addie moved the socks aside and revealed a pair of discarded panty hose. A long runner appeared in one leg so she assumed that she had thrown them away and Brent must have retrieved them from the trash basket in her room. Again, the white gusset patch, at the juncture of the leggings, was soiled from her discharges. Addie carefully returned the panty hose to the drawer and replaced Brent's socks to their original position. She placed the clean sheets on his bed, returning her red lace thong to its hiding place inside the pillowcase. Returning to the family room, Addie lifted a bottle of Cognac from the shelf behind the small bar. She poured a small amount into a thick-bottomed rocks glass and walked to the kitchen for some ice cubes. She placed the glass on the breakfast bar and pulled a stool out upon which to sit. Contemplating the amber liquid in the squat glass, Addie reflected on the events of the past hour and a half. She lifted the glass to her lips with both hands and sipped. Replacing the glass on the counter, she closed her eyes and let the strong liquor slide down her dry throat. She could feel it burn as it traveled from her lips to the bottom of her churning stomach. She'd not taken a drink since Hal died. Addie tried to rationalize Brent's thoughts. Had he taken her things for some special reason or was he just turned on by her lingerie? Maybe he had turned into some kind of a panty freak. Addie sipped from her glass and dismissed her thoughts. Maybe he was just drawn to her. The Cognac was not the only thing causing her to feel warm inside. Brent would be home tomorrow night. Maybe she could find answers to her questions then. -------- Sleep was elusive for Addie that night. She tossed and turned, her thoughts constantly returning to her son. Why, all of a sudden, had she become so obsessed with Brent? Brent was tall, 6'-2" and muscular. He weighed in at 205 lbs. His hair was exactly the same color and texture as Addie's. His azure eyes sparkled and his teeth were straight and white. Addie was positive that he could have any girl that looked his way. But he never seemed to have a girlfriend, or dated much. Instead, he preferred to spend his weekends with her. She wasn't complaining, mind you, it just seemed strange. She finally slept, not waking until after eleven in the morning. She lingered in the shower, luxuriating with the hot water streaming against her skin. She dried, dusted her body and brushed her long hair until it shone. She carefully selected a powder blue lacy bra that lifted and pushed her tender breasts together, creating more cleavage than she really had. The panties matched the bra perfectly. Her soft pubic thatch could clearly be seen through the thin lacy triangle covering her mound. She decided against a garter belt, choosing instead a pair of black self-supporting thigh-high nylons with wide lace bands at the top and a razor thin seam up the back. Addie pushed her feet into a pair of navy satin pumps and stood to scrutinize her reflection in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. Twice she asked her reflection what she thought she was doing and each time the woman in the mirror simply smiled back at her. A gossamer white silk blouse with long full sleeves and a loosely fitting front, which left nothing to the imagination and a short navy skirt that fit like a second skin completed her ensemble. Simple two-inch silver loops dangled from her ears and no other jewelry. Again she surveyed herself in the mirror. The woman smiled back devilishly. She placed candles around the bedroom. Their dinner would be simple. Grilled porterhouse and baked potato, with a light salad and red wine would do nicely. Candles at the table, of course, for atmosphere, and soft music on the stereo should get him in the mood. For what she was not exactly sure, she just wanted the mood to be romantic. She wore a frilly blue apron while she readied her dinner and she also helped herself to another Cognac to stop the butterflies from fluttering in her tummy. She heard the deep throb of the engine of his Firebird when he pulled into the garage. Pulling the apron from around her waist, Addie dimmed the lights in the dining room and lit four candles on the table. She stood across from the door as he entered the house. Addie could feel the dampness between her legs as her handsome son stepped through the door. His hair was tousled and his tie had been loosened. He held his jacket in one hand and a huge bundle of roses in the other. Their eyes met. Brent pursed his lips as he examined his mother from across the room. A soft whistle filled the room as he made her aware of his approval. She took two steps closer to him, and then he took two. Mere inches separated them as she took the roses from his hand. Once freed, his arm encircled her waist and he drew her close. Her breasts flattened against his solid body. She lifted her face to his and he covered her lips with his. They had never had a romantic encounter in the past. Addie had no idea what she was doing. Brent had a hunger for her that had been burning inside for many months. The kiss lasted for just a few seconds. But it was long enough for the flames to ignite in Brent. Addie felt weak in the knees. Until Janet had alluded to Brent's desirability yesterday, Addie's lust for her son had been dormant. Suddenly she craved his attentions. Breaking the kiss, Addie said, "Pour us some wine, Sweet Heart. And I'll start the steaks." They ate, and drank the wine. Brent savored the vision of his lovely mother. "What brought this on?" Brent asked, finishing his wine. "I just missed you," Addie said, softly. "Mother, you're not dressed for a missing you party," he said. "I just wanted to look nice for you," Addie said, blushing. "Mother, you couldn't leave the house dressed like that," Brent observed. "You don't like it?" she asked. "I think you are the most ravishing woman I have ever set eyes upon," Brent said. Addie stood up and moved around the table to stand next to Brent's chair. He turned and placed a hand on each of her hips. Addie bent and placed a hand on each of his cheeks. Their lips met, passionately, with mouths open and tongues flaring. He held her steady. She straddled one leg and sat on one of his knees facing him. Her knee rested gently against his stiff manhood. With one hand, he flipped the buttons on her blouse open and pulled the thin white fabric aside to reveal her heaving breasts. His hand cupped her, gently kneading her. Then he paid homage to the other. Addie's nipples screamed to be free of their confinement and free to feel her son's warm hand. "Be gentle with me, Baby," Addie whispered as she stood and pulled him to his feet. "It's been a long time since I made love to your father." "I've waited for a long time," Brent whispered, guiding his mother down the hall to her room. Brent pulled his shirt off as she lit some candles. He helped her out of her blouse and skirt. Her hands tugged his button open and slid the zipper down. His slacks drifted to the floor. She descended with them, pulling his briefs down over his hips. Addie & Brent Ch. 02 It's kind of a long story, I guess. It goes back a couple of years to right after dad passed away. Mom was really bummed out and used to cry for hours at a time. Either Shannon, my older sister, or I would end up holding her in our arms and try to sooth her when she had one of her jags. It was all very messy and I think it's the reason Shannon finally moved into the dorm at college. Shannon would tell me afterwards that she just hated it when mom would sink into one of her moods and stay there for days at a time. What Shannon didn't know was, that I hated it too. But I loved my mother and felt a responsibility to help her deal with her grief. Mother is a beautiful person, not only on the outside but on the inside too. She's not too tall, her hair is long and smooth, she has a pretty face and her body is stunning. I tell her how good she looks and she always blushes and tells me she's getting old and fat. Then I fuss at her and tell her she's a stunner from every angle. She likes that, I think. She stands straight and tall and always dresses nice. I can't ever remember seeing her dressed without wearing nylons or pantyhose. Her slender tapered ankles sort of grow up from her shoes and flow gently outward into long shapely calves and cute dimpled knees. Her thighs curve outward to join with her soft rounded posterior and then taper in to her tiny waist, before expanding out to form her beautiful breasts and shoulders. She has a gorgeous long neck and a sweet round face. Until recently, I'd paid no attention to just how lovely she really is. But now, I can't get the image of her out of my mind. I guess it started about a year ago, when quite by accident; I had an offer to go to work in a small bookshop in Daytona. I grew up with my parents in a small town about thirty miles southwest of Daytona, and a little less than and hours drive away. When I accepted the job, it came with a neat little apartment upstairs over the bookshop. As an eighteen year old just out of high school, I jumped at the chance to spread my wings and leave the nest. This stressed my mother to no end, but I have tried to get home on weekends and spend as much time with her as I can. The job offer came with a couple of strings attached and if I had known in the beginning, I might have turned it down. Except the money was really good and I learned a great deal from my new boss. I must relate the circumstances surrounding the offer for the job and the eventual strings attached to it. My friends Brad and Keith and I had been cruising in my Firebird one Saturday when I spotted this little book store tucked in amongst a row of other shops in the old part of Daytona, a few blocks off the ocean. I am an avid reader and enjoy historical novels regarding life in the Old South. We stopped and I went in and browsed the shelves for any interesting fodder for my young brain to digest. The others strolled up the sidewalk to an old malt shop and settled at the counter while I surveyed the books. A very charming woman, of fifty or so years of age smiled and introduced herself as Madeline Rice, the owner of the shop. We chatted about this and that and I found her to be a very interesting person. She pointed me to a specific volume, which she thought I might enjoy. I purchased the book and thanked her for her assistance. Madeline is a striking woman, exuding a strange sexuality that piqued my attention instantly. On subsequent missions into Daytona, I made the old book shop a regular stop and became quite friendly with Maddie, as she liked to be called. Her name was so similar to mother's. We would sit for a while, each time I came in, and discuss whatever topic seemed to pop up at the moment. She is a very witty and well-educated lady. I grew quite fond of her very quickly. One afternoon, she invited me to have dinner with her at a little café, just down the block from the shop. I readily accepted and we soon were sitting across from each other in a booth to the rear of the small eatery. Dinner lasted about an hour. I had just started on a piece of apple pie when she asked if I had any employment plans in my future. I explained that I hadn't given it much thought but reckoned that I'd be in the market before long. I wanted to go on to school, eventually, but for now I was in chill mode. Maddie told me she was planning an extended vacation and had planned on closing the shop, while she was away. But, if I was interested, she told me she'd show me the ropes and leave it for me to handle while she was gone. Of course, I jumped at the chance and soon was making the daily trip into Daytona to learn about the workings of her shop. The bookshop turned out to be a lucrative little enterprise and I was surprised at the amount of money that came across the counter each day. I settled in and in a few days was in complete control of the situation, loving every minute of it. I met lots of interesting people and became quite attached to my new boss lady. Mother was excited for me that I had found something that really interested me and gave her full approval of my job. I gave her a big hug each morning as I left and she usually greeted me at the door each night when I returned home. Maddie's cruise lasted for nearly four weeks and when she returned, I was very glad to see her. She walked into the shop just at closing time on a Friday evening, sporting a rich dark tan. She was exhibiting a whole lot more exposed flesh to me than she had ever done before, considering she was wearing a soft colorful strapless sundress, which ended way above her knees and little leather sandals. She dropped her purse and shopping bag and nearly ran across the store to give me a big hug. She felt good in my arms with her ample boobs, which I had just noticed for the first time. I have to mention that she always had worn a loose fitting smock over her clothes every other time I had seen her. This was quite a departure. She held me close, for what seemed like a long time to me, and then released me. The next morning it was back to business as usual. She asked if I wanted to stay on at the store as a full time employee. I said yes and she gave me a nice raise. About a week later, we were sitting in the back of the store when she stopped what she was doing and asked, "Do you find me attractive, Brent?" "I think you're very pretty," I answered. "How do you feel about older women?" she inquired. I was a bit confused as to the direction of the question, so I said, "I love older women." She arched one eyebrow almost all the way up to her hairline. A broad smile crossed her face. She stood up and reached for my hand. "Come with me," she said. We crossed to a closed door at the back of the storeroom and she unlocked it with an old fashioned key that fit in the hole under the knob. She snapped a light switch next to the door, bathing a stairway in pale yellow light. We ascended the stairs and passed through a beaded curtain, which hung across the top of the stairs. She flipped another switch and a single bare bulb in a porcelain fixture, illuminated the room. A tiny kitchenette occupied one corner of the room, with an old sofa and chair in the center. A brass bedstead, with a white sheet covering the sagging mattress, dominated the far wall. The room had two windows, one over the sink and the other over the bed. It smelled of must and looked unused. "I used to live up here, before I bought my house," she said. "If you'd like to clean it up and stay here, it's yours." I wasn't sure what to say but I didn't have to think very long. "How much is the rent?" I asked. "Oh, I'm sure we can reach some arrangement suitable to both of us," Maddie purred, hugging my arm. Maddie was turning me on, and she knew it. "Have you ever made love with an older woman," she asked, softly. "No, I've never done it with an older woman," I answered, feeling my privates squirming around in my pants. "How many times have you done it with girls your own age?" she asked. Maddie was getting a little personal, but I answered her honestly, "Twice." "Oh, my," she exclaimed, stepping to face me. She reached for the buttons on the front of her smock, and dropped it over the chair in the middle of the room. Next she slowly unbuttoned her starched white blouse and laid it with the smock. Her breasts hung full in her simple white bra, which she removed next. Her breasts were large and soft and sagged now that her bra was missing. She reached behind her back and I heard the growl of the zipper as it came down the back of her skirt, which fluttered to the floor around her feet. Stepping out of it, she picked it up, folded it neatly and placed it with her other clothing. She now stood there in a pair of white panties and her shoes. My cock was killing me. It was sticking down my pants leg, and tangled in my briefs. I didn't know what to do next. I watched as she pushed her panties off, exposing her very dark and hairy pubic patch to me. I could feel the juices oozing out of me in my pants and my face was on fire. Maddie helped me pull my shirt over my head and leaned back against the back of the sofa while I dropped my pants and briefs. Her eyes widened when my nine inches jumped into view. "Ooh!" she exclaimed. "Come to mama, Lover Man." I stepped toward her and she reached for my waving pecker. Her hands were cool on me. I had expected them to be warm. I raised my hands to her soft boobs and squeezed gently. "Harder, Lover," she said, "I won't break." I squeezed harder and she moaned a little. Then she pulled me over to the sagging bed and pushed me back on the white sheet. The foreplay was obviously over because she just climbed up on the bed, straddling me and lowered her ample bottom down and sort of nestled herself down on my hard member. She started riding me. Hard. She gasped and moaned the whole time, finally screwing herself into a big orgasm on me. As soon as she started to cum, I felt myself blow up into her. I had never had that hard of an orgasm with the other girls I had been with so I thought that this was really great. Maddie told me I could have the apartment for free, if I'd have sex with her once in a while when she got horny. I thought that sounded cool so I agreed. I went home and explained to mother that I had the opportunity to live over the store, but I promised to come home every weekend to see her. She agreed, with great sadness, but brightened when I told her I had received a raise and was making almost four hundred fifty dollars a week, after taxes. She thought that was a bit strange for such a job, but she let it go. Maddie and I had sex again the following Monday night, after we closed the store. I got my first blowjob that night. I couldn't imagine how it could ever get any better. A couple of days later, Maddie insisted I learn how to use my mouth on her and she carefully instructed me on the finer points of eating pussy. I guess I must have been a quick study, because she started cumming as soon as my tongue touched her clit. Friday came and Maddie seemed a little miffed that I intended to go home for the weekend, but I did. I was feeling rather proud of myself, by this time. I had become a man of the world, with steady pussy, and my own place to hang. When I got home that night, mom greeted me at the door and hugged me for a long time. She was warm and soft in my arms. She put a hand on each cheek and looked me hard in the eyes, but didn't say a word. Her lips were turned up in a little smile that made me feel nice inside. Her hands were warm on my face. We ate dinner and watched a movie on the TV. She finally dozed off with her head on my shoulder. I could see down the top of her loose fitting dress. She had a pink lacy bra on. Her breasts pushed up out of it, causing a deep V between her mounds. I could feel a stirring down there. I gently shook her awake and shooed her off to bed. I didn't understand what I was feeling for my mother, only that I really enjoyed being with her. I drove back to Daytona on Monday, arriving about an hour before the store opened. Maddie was already there and as soon as I walked in, she pulled me by the hand up the stairs. She walked to the sofa and pulled her skirt up to her waist, pulled her panties aside and bent over the arm of the sofa, presenting her plump ass cheeks to me. "Quick, Lover," she hissed, "get me off before we have to open the store." I figured she had really missed me so I unbuckled my pants and stroked my cock a few times to get it hard, stepped up and entered her from behind. "Now fuck me hard," she commanded. I launched into her and came within three or four minutes, filling her with a huge load. She swooned through a strong orgasm. And just as quickly as it began, it was over. She stood, dropped her skirt and disappeared down the stairs. For the next four days, that's pretty much how things went. Maddie would get the urge and we would put the out to lunch sign in the window and we'd go in the back, or upstairs and I'd service her. There was very little emotion connected to our activities. But I still figured it was steady pussy. Friday rolled around and I went home to see my mother. She met me at the door, looking fresh and alive as always. We hugged, and she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. She was wearing a thin dress, and her underwear was visible through the thin material. I could also tell that she was wearing stockings instead of panty hose because I could see her garter belt through her dress as she walked away toward the kitchen. She stopped at the kitchen door and turned and said, "Be a dear and run back in my bedroom and bring me my purse from my dresser." "Sure, Mom," I said, and went down the hall. I entered her bedroom and crossed to the dresser. I stood for a moment and looked around the room. I hadn't spent a whole lot of time in this room so it was unfamiliar to me. I detected her scent as I stood with one hand on her purse. I glanced down at the small wastebasket sitting on the floor near the end of her dresser. A pair of shear, skin colored nylon panty hose lay in the basket. One foot hung over the edge, the toe pointing down. I reached down and picked up the filmy hosiery and felt the soft texture of the nylon. I could see a long runner in one leg that extended from the knee upward to the white cotton patch between the legs. I looked at the white cotton oval and noticed that it was stained. Some external force moved my hand, lifting the soiled garment to me face and pressed it to my nose. Inhaling deeply, my mother's female odor invaded my brain. "Brent, dinner's ready," she called down the hall, snapping me out of the trance I'd fallen into. I quickly stuffed the panty hose in my pocket and grabbed her purse. We chatted through dinner, enjoying each other's company. She had a million questions about my job and when could she come and see my apartment. I put her off on the visit to the apartment, telling her I would rather come home and spend time here with her. We took a walk around the neighborhood, that night. We must have walked for a long time because it was long after dark when we stepped back up on our front porch. We had not turned the light on before we left so we stood in darkness while I fumbled with the key. Mom pressed against me when I leaned to insert the key in the lock. I felt sparks jump between us. We got in and mom said she was tired and excused herself to bed. I went to my room and when I pushed my hand into my pocket, I remembered the panty hose. I took off my clothes and stepped into my little bathroom, taking the panty hose with me. My cock had started to swell at first contact with her hose and now stood at absolute attention. Holding her scent to my face, I slowly pulled on my straining cock. I wrapped the gossamer fabric around my hard on and sent a long thick stream of cum flying across the bathroom onto the shower door. I sent two more thick ropes splashing onto the floor. Even with Maddie, I'd never experienced such an explosion as that first time with my mother's panty hose. I returned to my room, after some quick cleanup, and slept with her hose tucked in my pillow. I hid them in my sock drawer before I went back to Daytona on Monday. Things became rather routine, with Maddie. She wanted me to fuck her regularly, always at her convenience. There was never any emotion involved. It was simply me, satisfying her insatiable appetite for cold hard sex. Then one afternoon, a couple of weeks ago, this elderly gentleman enters the store and browses around the stacks filled with books. Maddie was out for the afternoon so I was alone in the store. The man thumbed through several books, appearing preoccupied with thoughts other than books. He cleared his throat and I looked up to see him standing across the counter from me. He stuck out his weathered hand and I shook it. "I'm Bertrand Rice," he announced. The name meant nothing to me. "Nice to meet you," I replied. "Madeline's husband," he stated. Oops! "What can I do for you Mr. Rice?" I asked, feeling the room shrink around me. "It seems my Maddie has taken a shine to you young man," he said. I just looked at him and blinked. "You're not the first, nor will you be the last," he said sadly. Mr. Rice appeared to be in his late seventies, and quite frail. He was very distinguished looking and had the air of money about him. "I'm afraid my wife isn't happy unless she has one of her little boy toys tucked away somewhere," he continued. "But I just wanted to warn you that her attention span is quite short. Take a word from an old man and when she starts getting bitchy and demanding, make plans to leave her before she destroys you." "Thanks for the tip," I said. The old man smiled and said, "It's been going on for years, Young Man. Don't feel badly about it. She has a way of getting under your skin, then she'll just use you up and throw you away." He waved as he wandered out the door. I sat in dead silence, pondering what the old man had said. After nearly six months of mechanical sex with this woman, I really didn't feel any affection for her what so ever. I decided to give her two weeks notice and move back to Debary. Maddie didn't show her face around the store the rest of the week. I left her a note when I closed on Friday, giving her my two weeks notice. I had an idea she was going to be really upset with me. Mom was out when I arrived home so I went to my room and changed into a pair of cut-offs and a muscle shirt. When mom cane in, I was sitting in the den watching TV. "Help me with the groceries, Sweetie," she purred, giving me a big hug over the back of the sofa. We toted sacks and bags from her car and spent quite some time in the kitchen, putting things away. Every time mom bent over, I could see her stocking tops below the hem of her short dress. I knew in my mind and heart that I shouldn't be having these thoughts about my mother, but she was affecting my mind. Mom is hot. As we bustled around the kitchen, we kept touching and bumping into each other. I had become terribly aroused and hoped she hadn't seen the state of my pecker in my pants. When we had finished, she took two cold bottles of soda from the fridge, handing one of them to me. She pushed herself back up on the center island and sat facing me. I was across the room at the table. From where I sat, I could look right up her skirt. I don't think it was on purpose, but she kept spreading her knees apart a couple of inches every now and then, giving me a clear picture of her thighs above her stockings. Then she sort of turned, reaching back and her legs came very wide apart for just a few seconds. I stared between her knees and directly at the red panties covering her crotch. I could see, from the dark spot in the center, that she was very wet. I was unable to move because I was sure that my hardness would stick out of the leg of my shorts if I stood up. Addie & Brent Ch. 02 I waited for her to finish her soda and excused her self to freshen up before dinner. As soon as she left the room, I followed and watched until she went into her room. When her door closed, I scurried into my room, closing the door. I slid my cut-offs down to my knees and proceeded to jack off as fast as I could. I was completely on fire from my mother's presence in the kitchen. I didn't know what else to do. After indulging myself in my fantasy, I lay in my room until I heard her go back into the kitchen. I waited a few more minutes and then crept from my room, across the hall, and looked into her room. The top of her hamper was standing open against the wall, and her red panties were draped over the edge of the bin. I stepped into the room, quickly gathered the soaking wet lace undergarment in the palm of my hand and returned to my room. Her odor was intoxicating as I raised my forbidden treasure to my face. I inhaled deeply and held my breath. Jesus, how would I make it through the weekend without losing it? I heard her soft voice at my door and almost panicked. "Come and eat, Brent," she said. "Right away, Mom," I answered, stuffing her panties in my pillow. The next two days were pure torture. I wanted to make love to my mother with every fiber in my body, but I knew it could never happen. Driving back to Daytona, the thought struck me that I had left her panties tucked in the pillowcase on my bed. I prayed that she wouldn't find them before next weekend. -------- Arriving early, as I usually did on Monday, I found Maddie, in the back of the store fuming. She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at me when I walked in. "You ungrateful little bastard," she raged. "After all I've done for you and what we've meant to each other." "What have we meant to each other, Maddie?" I asked, calmly. "I've taken care of you," she spat. "And I've taken care of your little problem, haven't I?" I replied. "You're still working for me for two more weeks, so you can just plan on taking care of that little problem of mine until then," she screamed. "Now get your ass over here and eat my pussy!" Maddie hiked her leg up on a chair and jerked her panties away from her hairy pussy. I felt sad for her, but knew that I was trapped unless I wanted to get fired instead of leaving on my own accord. I crossed to her and knelt on the floor. Spreading her hairy lips with my fingers, I thrust my tongue roughly against her protruding clit and ground into her. She was so agitated that she came within a few seconds, drenching me with her musky discharge. Then she whirled and stalked out the door and didn't return at all that day. I tried to compare Maddie to my mother. Other than the similarity of their nicknames, no comparison could be calculated. My mother was soft and tender and caring, Maddie was cold and manipulative. Mother was affectionate Maddie was disinterested. I felt nauseous. How could I have been duped into this mess? Maddie had little to say for the next four days, until Friday rolled around. "I suppose you'll be going home to your mama tonight," she sneered. "Yes, Maddie, I will," I said. "And I don't think I'll be back." "I figured that was coming," she snapped. She handed me my last paycheck and spun on her heel and held the door open for me. "You're a great fuck, Kid," she said, as I passed her in the doorway. "Good luck to you." I had loaded my clothes and stuff in the Firebird earlier in the day so I was on my way home without delay. I stopped at LaMee's flower shop and bought two dozen pink roses for mom. I hadn't been able to get her off my mind all week. As I rode, I realized that I wanted her desperately. I knew that it would be a sin but I couldn't shake the notion. I pulled up in front of the house and killed the engine. I picked up the roses off the seat and went into the house. Mother stood just inside the door. She was devastating. She was dressed for seduction. Her eyes locked on mine and never blinked. We each took a couple of steps and when she took the roses from me, I reached around her and pulled her to me. Then I kissed her. It wasn't a long kiss, but I felt it in my gut. I poured us each a glass of wine and joined her at the table. We ate and talked. She's so beautiful. "I think you are the most ravishing woman I have ever set eyes upon," I said. She stood up and walked around the table to stand in front of me. I put a hand on each of her hips. She took my face in her warm soft hands and kissed me. Our tongues met and she sat on my knee, with her knee touching my hard cock. I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, taking her breasts in my hands. She's so soft. Her nipples stiffened when I rubbed them. "Be gentle with me, Baby," she said, rising and taking me by the hand. "It's been a long time since I made love to your father." "I've waited for a long time," I said. I pulled off my shirt while she lit some candles. I helped her out of her blouse and skirt while she opened my pants. When she pushed my pants down, she sank to her knees in front of me. My pecker popped up and slapped her under her chin. She took me in both hands. Oh how warm her hands are. I watched as her tongue licked a drop of milky cum from my slit. She pumped me again and licked away the droplet that oozed out. She licked all along my shaft and down under my balls. Then her lips parted and she took me way into her hot mouth. I've never felt anything like it before in my life. She toyed with me. "I want to taste you, Mother," I said. "I want to taste your sweet cunt." She stood and I removed her bra. She bent and pulled her panties down her legs. She held them up to me. I held them to my face. "I love the smell of your panties, Ma," I said. "I know, Baby, I know," she whispered. She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide for me. I drew my face close to the sandy blond pelt that decorated the space between her legs. I threw my tongue into her, torturing her clit. She smelled and tasted wonderful. I brought her quickly to a series of swift orgasms. "I want your cock in me," Brent," she begged. Please fuck me, Baby." She had her eyes closed as I entered her scorching center, deeper and deeper until we rested together. Then I slowly started to pump into her. Each stroke was a little longer and a little faster, until I was hammering into her over and over again. Then I felt it coming. I pulled back and hesitated for a second, then groaned hoarsely as I ploughed a furrow straight through to her core. I filled her to overflowing with all the love I had. I love her. I love my mother. Then she clamped her legs around me and gripped me with her legs. She convulsed around my repeatedly until she finally sank back on the bed. I held her in my arms and we rested. And then we made love again. This time it was even more tenderly than the first time. In the morning we did it again...then twice that afternoon... Addie & Brent Brent's hard cock popped out of his shorts and swung up slapping Addie gently under her chin. Her eyes widened in amazement at the size of her son's cock. Fully erect, it stood at slightly less that a forty-five degree angle upward, straight and stiff. He was over nine inches long and as thick as Addie's wrist. She took him in both hands at once, slowly sliding her fingers along each side of his thick veined colossus. A large pearly drop appeared from the tiny slit on the smooth helmet. Her pink tongue flicked out and swept it away. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked him from bottom to top, drawing another thick pearl from within. Again she licked it away with her darting tongue. Brent's cock felt like a marble pillar in her hands. Addie twisted her head to one side and slid her tongue along the length of his staff. She licked in the hair on his belly and balls, as if cleansing him. A thick steady stream of milky pre-cum oozed from him and coated her face and fingers. When she took him into her mouth, her face shone with his lubricant. She spread her lips wide and engulfed his head. She took as much as she could and backed off, only to repeat the motion again and again. Her hands and tongue were in constant motion on him, delivering as much pleasure as could be imagined in her mind. Hal had told her how wonderful her mouth was again and again. Now she would give her son the same pleasure she had given his father. She pulled her mouth out to the very head so that only the tiny slit remained between her pursed lips. Sucking gently, she could feel and taste his fluids flowing into her hot mouth. "I want to taste you, Mother," Brent begged. "I want to taste your sweet cunt." Addie eased back away from Brent's huge dick and smiled up at her son. Standing, she turned so he could unfasten her filmy bra. His hands encircled her and cupped her from behind. Her tits were firm and full. His thick cock lay flat up in the middle of her back. She could feel him oozing on her skin. Leaning forward, she hooked her fingers in the top of her panties and slipped them down to the floor. Stepping out of them, she picked them up and held them hooked over one finger. Brent took them from her and held them to his face, inhaling her scent deep into his brain. "I love the smell of your panties, Ma," Brent whispered. "I know, Baby, I know," she whispered back. Addie reclined on the bed, spreading her legs and exposing her furry sex to her son. Brent crawled into her center and sent his tongue lashing through her lips, searching for her love trigger. He found it within seconds, sending Addie reeling over the top. Twice more she toppled over the edge from his hot tongue before she begged him to enter her. "I want your cock in me, Brent," she hissed. "Please fuck me, Baby." Brent positioned himself at the entrance to her sizzling love channel and let his weight slowly push his cock into her wet canal. He felt her catch her breath as he entered, stretching her as she had never been stretched before. It had also been over three years since the last time she had a man in her cunt. Carefully, he eased forward allowing her to adjust to his size. Addie's eyes were closed. There was a fire burning between her legs as her son invaded her tight sleeve with his enormous cock. The raging fire eased with each passing minute and each inch he advanced. Then he was resting flat on her. He had pushed fully into her willing womanhood. Then he eased out a couple of inches and reentered. Each time, Addie felt him move things around inside of her. She could feel him pushing against her cervix, stretching her womb as never before. Then the pleasure set in. Each time he retreated and returned, he slid his rippled cock over her tender clit. Each contact sent thrills coursing through her body. Faster and faster until he beat a rapid tattoo against her, then suddenly, he withdrew to the very tip and with a mighty heave and a horrendous bellow, sent his entire length back into her blasting his creamy offering far into her womb. Then again he crashed into her, and again, pouring her full to overflowing with the thick white milk of love. Brent held himself above his mother with his elbows locked straight, and his still steel hard cock pinioned into her center. She convulsed against him over and over and over until she lay still under him, her legs wrapped around his back with her heels locked together. He remained fully embedded deep in her trembling womb, the very womb in which he had been conceived nearly twenty years earlier. Then they rested. Then they made love again, and again...and again...