9 comments/ 144948 views/ 47 favorites Chance By: naughtyson4u "Chance" is a work of fiction, based on two consenting legal adults roleplaying. Chance Fern came home at a little after midnight. A friend from the restaurant had given her a ride home. She thanked her friend, and turned around, slowly walking to her door, enjoying the darkness of the night. She felt invigorated, and there was a slight dance to her steps. She was excited. The man she had met online would be waiting for her when she logged on, and that alone was enough to bring her home early. She had met him almost three months previous. Having joined several online dating sites, she was used to the strange people that would e-mail her. Never being what she was asking for, she often asked herself if these men ever actually read her profile. She was now sixty, though she felt nothing of the sort. The common thread to all her ads was the search for a younger man. She wanted and needed a younger spirit that would match her own. The problem was that most every man that wrote, seemed to be immature as well as young. She wanted so much more. Seldom had an e-mail struck her fancy like the one she received from Chance. Chance wrote such a warm and inviting message that first time, unlike most, he hadn't even mentioned intimacy. He wrote of things like laughter, friendship, and pleasure. Although she was searching for a man to curl her toes as she liked to put it, she didn't welcome the sex talk so soon. It was frustrating the amount of correspondence she received that offered nothing for her other than to be the woman someone satisfied themselves with. Chance was different. Fern had fallen on lonely days, and having been through so much in her life, she reached out to her children for help. Her son Kevin had responded almost immediately to her plea, and had moved back home with her almost a year ago. He was a wonderful son, a good man, and had turned into quite a handsome catch for some lucky girl she always said to herself. Why couldn't she meet such a nice guy, she asked herself often. Well, Chance came along, and since, her life had changed. Her son was helping with all the chores, and worked hard at his job during the nightshift. He only had to work four days a week, so Fern wasn't so lonely anymore. They would often sit on the porch and talk about their days, giggling at the absurdities of life, as well as talking on most any subject. Except one, and Chance had since filled that void in her life. Fern turned her key in the lock, and quietly slipped in. She loved the night, the darkness, the quiet. She always felt better at night, and for quite some time, had become a night owl. During the day, she slept or took naps, which worked well for both her and her son. They both enjoyed the night, and began to close out the harsh sunlight from there respective bedrooms and windows throughout the house. Like mother, like son. She got herself a drink and proceeded to her bedroom. She walked quietly, just in case Kevin was sleeping. She never knew if he was awake or not, so she tried not to disturb him either way. He worked hard, and when not laughing with her, he would be in his room, most often making graphics or checking on the many racing leagues he followed. She closed her bedroom door behind her, and went immediately to her computer, getting quite excited about talking to Chance. As soon as her program loaded, she saw he was online, and quickly, she wrote a message. -Hello Chance.- She wrote. -Hi sweet thing.- He replied. She loved the way he talked to her. In his first few letters to her, he was such a gentleman, that she almost forgot he had made contact with her on a sex site. It was something Fern did as a lark, but soon found the explicit pictures and words to her liking. She hadn't had a lover in her life for some time, so that left her quite frustrated at times. Chance was so nice, she continued to talk with him on so many subjects, that when their letters finally discussed sex, she was shocked at first. He spoke of such things she had only dreamed about. Things she would never share with anyone. -What are you doing tonight?- She wrote. -Wishing I could meet you.- He replied. -When are you going to finally meet me?- He added. -I really wish I could Chance. I really do. You do something to me baby.- Fern typed. There was such a long silence, Fern wondered if she had finally put him off too many times. It had been three months, and he might not wait any longer. He lived so far away. Her thoughts wandered back to their many conversations. He turned her on like no man ever had, and that was saying something. She had never met him face to face, but the things he would say to her made her body melt. She never knew she liked the things he spoke of, but he introduced them in such a manner, that slowly, as he would share his desires, she learned she shared them too. -Are you there Chance?- Fern wrote. Fern could feel him slipping away. He was such a powerful man, she knew that. His words were magic, and she wanted only him. She remembered having an orgasm for the first time with someone online, and it was Chance. When he told her how she would be his, his to do with as he pleased, something deep inside of her clicked on like a light switch. She never had thought herself as a submissive woman, and she wasn't. In all forms of social engagements, work, and friendships, she was always strong, intelligent, and could be called dominant. But, she never knew how much she liked to give up control in the bedroom until Chance came along. -Chance?- She typed, now becoming quite worried that she had hurt him some how. The first time she had an orgasm with Chance, he was telling her how he wanted to force her to be his mistress, his slave, his submissive sex toy. At first, she recoiled at the thought, but it was only a matter of seconds to feel how it affected her very core. Her nipples became hard and erect, and her pussy became swollen. She could feel her pussy juice begin to flow as he continued his words. He spoke of making her bend over and displaying herself to him. Pulling her cheeks apart so he could inspect her. God that made her hot. She never knew how hot sex could be, but she was getting a good idea from this young man. -Please Chance! Talk to me!- She showed her emotions through the words she typed. -I am desperate for your words my love, your power, your desire. I am yours Chance.- She continued. The idea of becoming a woman that would do anything for her man made every stroke of her excited clit just that more pleasurable. Feeling his total desire for her body, feeling his need, knowing he wanted her for his own, well, that drove her nuts. She had never felt so desired. She welcomed his nasty words of sex and breeding and mating. When he spoke of making her please him, making her take his cock. That's when she saw stars. Her orgasm came so strong and brilliant, that after the first time, she was willing to listen to his every word, his every thought on what he would do to her. Feeling like a total sexual being, solely for this man's pleasure, being his, and his alone. -Please.....please baby.- Fern was near tears. She couldn't believe the affect this man had on her. The need she had to be his. She lived for these chats. She lived for pleasing him. -You upset me sometimes Fern.- His reply finally came. Fern's heart lept, and yet sank at the same time. He wrote back, but it didn't sound good. She didn't want to ever upset him. She knew how loving and kind he was, and that is what made his bedroom desires so attractive to her. She knew he was a good man, she could feel it, so when he spoke of controlling her, forcing her, making her do things, it made her body feel like it was erupting from her hot pussy. She knew from his words he was a good lover, and always soothed any force he liked to use, with kind and loving words and touches. That's what he would tell her in his letters. How he loved her. How he would rape her, force her to submit to his sexual desires, and when it was done, how he would hold her, tightly, lovingly. Gently touching her. Soothing his rough handling with gentle love after the deed. It was this mixture of feelings that seemed to be exactly what she had always wanted, but she never knew it until Chance came along. -I am so sorry baby. Please, just talk to me. Why are you upset.- She asked. -I think you toy with me Fern.- She could tell he meant it. She was saddened that she had hurt him. All he ever brought her was happiness, and here she had hurt him. For some reason, she remembered one e-mail from him. It spoke of how he wanted to breed her for an entire weekend. He wanted to pretend they were trying to conceive a child. At first it didn't sit well with her. There was no possibilty of it ever happening, and Chance knew it. He knew she could no longer become pregnant, to which he replied that he didn't want a child, just to pretend to try and make one. That is when it became something very sexual for her as well. The idea that he wanted to breed her, soon filled her mind. She started to love the idea of a man fucking her over and over, breeding her for a purpose. He spoke of spending an entire weekend, filling her full of his fertile cum, over and over. Pampering her, bringing her meals, making sure she was comfortable, all so she would stay in bed and be a willing mate. It made her hot. He spoke of how sore her pussy might get from all the use, but he also added how he would gently and lovingly soothe her pain by licking her, softly, for hours. -I swear, I am not toying with you Chance.- Fern replied. -We seem to get along so well, don't you think?- Came his reply. -Baby, better than anyone before.- Fern typed quickly. She again thought about his many letters. What fascinated her was how he liked so many different things. One week it was breeding her, the next week it was raping her, the next, making love to her like lovers do. He seemed to enjoy the changes, and she had to admit, she did too. -Then why not get over your fear and meet me.- Chance wrote. -I'm not scared.- She replied. But that wasn't true. Fern was scared. Scared that he wouldn't do the things to her that she wanted. Scared that he would arrive and not like her. Scared that her son Kevin would hear. But strangely, not scared of Chance. Not worried a bit that this was a cruel man. She knew that in her heart. She could tell by the words he used, by the things he said he cared about. He was a real man, a complete man. Not out to show the world how wonderful he was, simply being himself, and letting the world come to him. Much like she was. Yet there was no reply from him. He wasn't answering her, and she felt an overpowering sense that she had stalled long enough. -O.K. Chance. I am afraid. I'm afraid to lose you. Please don't leave me.- She wrote. -Will you offer yourself to me then? Will you get on all fours on the bed and put your head on the pillow so your ass sticks up and out? Will you display yourself to me? I stand at the foot of your bed, watching you, waiting for your reply.- His message came across the computer. Fern's body reacted to his nasty words. No one spoke to her like that, and she loved it. She loved the idea of being so desired, that he would want to stand there and look at her as she displayed herself. Showing her most secret areas so openly. Her pussy was beginning to tighten up as her entire crotch swelled. It was the most incredible feeling. -Yes Chance! I will. I will do anything you wish.- She typed. -Good.- Came his short reply. -What do you command of me my love.- Fern asked. -What are you wearing?- Chance asked. -I am wearing my sweats.- She replied, she never lied to him. -Take them off.- He wrote. Fern had played these games before. At first she found it quite silly, but with Chance, she soon found herself enjoying doing as he wished. She quickly removed her sweat pants and felt the cool air touching her legs. A shiver ran through her. -It is cold her Chance. May I leave my shirt on?- She asked, hoping he would say yes. -Yes.- Came his answer. The feeling of doing as he desired was electric. She found it thrilling to allow someone else complete control of her body, so her thoughts could all focus on her body. When he would command her, she was free to think about so many things. It was liberating. She understood why so many people enjoyed this lifestyle. Allowing someone else control freed her mind from thinking so much about what to do, when to do it. It left all those thoughts to someone else, allowing her to completely focus on her own body. To feel every nuance of touch and smell and emotion. It was an incredible feeling. -Now massage yourself. Touch yourself. I want you to pull at your nipples through your shirt.- His next command came. Fern immediately did so, feeling so turned on by the sensations of the cool air on her legs, combined with the little shocks that her nipples were sending down through her entire body and into her legs. Chance could turn her on so quickly, and they still had never met face to face. She knew once he began to tell her to do things, not to write unless she was asked a question, or confused about something. She patiently waited for his next words. -Keep one hand on your left nipple, and with your other hand, I want you to spread your cunt lips wide open.- Chance typed. Fern immediately did as he said, and when she spread herself, the same cold air kissed her inner body, wet with her arousal. The sensation of the cold air shot through her body again. He knew what he was doing. He knew how to play her body like a fine instrument. So she found it easy to do as he said. It always meant great pleasure for her. -Now place both hands at your pussy. Spread it with one, and very slowly, stroke your clit. Rub it soft, then apply a little pressure pushing it against your pubic bone, then again with slow gentle strokes.- Fern did as he said, wetting her finger so it would glide easily across her erect clitoris. She spread herself as wide as she could with one hand, and with the other, she did exactly as he said. Stroking it slowly and gently, and then with more pressure, then gently again. It was magic how good it felt. She concentrated on the feelings she was giving herself as she watched the screen for his next command. -Now stop. Again, take both hands and massage your tits. This time, use your strength. Feel yourself kneading them like dough. Stroke them in a way that athe the end of each stroke, both hands bring them together, crushing them together, and with your fingers outstretched, flick the nipples.- She loved this. Completely. Her body was on fire, no longer feeling the coldness of her room. As she strongly massaged her breasts, she did as she was told and flicked her nipples at the end of each stroke, having pushed her tits together at the end. "Hey mom?" Came Kevin's voice from the hall. The sudden sound of her son's voice shocked her. She had almost forgot he was at home. The feelings of pleasure were replaced by instant fear. She quickly turned and was relieved when she saw her door closed. Sometimes she would forget. It never bothered her, but here she was, no pants, her pussy was drooling from her own lust, and her nipples stuck out for all the world looking like hershey kisses. It would be so embarrassing, she thought. She knew Kevin wouldn't ever come in without knocking, so her fear quickly subsided, but being in such a state of arousal, only to have her son interrupt was indeed a strange feeling. "Yeah Kev?" Fern called out loud enough he could hear. "I'm going down to the bar for a few drinks." He said. "O.K. sweetie." She said, hoping he would go quickly. Whew, she thought. That was close. She heard his footsteps going down the stairs, and the front door being open and closed. She found herself with her sweatpants almost halfway on. She giggled. She hadn't even noticed, but when she heard Kevin's voice, she had automatically reached for her sweatpants. She felt totally free now. She was alone in her house. She was alone with Chance. She loved that because she the freedom of moaning loudly when she was having an orgasm. And she knew she would have one tonight. Chance always made her cum, and cum hard. Kevin always stayed at the bar until closing. She had about an hour and a half. She was going to enjoy it. That's when she looked at the screen. -Tell me, how wet are you?- She had no idea how long his message had been there. It could have been right when Kevin called out, it could have been just now. She didn't know, so she replied as quickly as she could. -I am sorry Chance. My son was talking to me.- She stated honestly. -Did he see you naked?- He asked. -No he didn't.- She replied. -Did it scare you?- He asked. -Yes, it certainly startled me.- -What did he want?- He asked. -He was telling me he was going to the bar down the street.- Fern answered. -Is your bedroom door open?- He asked. -No it's not.- Fern began to wonder what he was thinking. -Get up from your chair and open your bedroom door.- He commanded. Fern began to get extremely excited. It was almost a month ago that they first played this game. She had casually mentioned to Chance that Kevin had left for the evening, and Chance immediately got excited. He told her to open her bedroom door, and feel the risk of being caught by her own son. It took her quite a while to work up the nerve to do it. She remembered how she couldn't possibly open her door. Her son's room was down the hall from hers, and if she didn't hear him come in, he might catch her playing with herself. He would have to walk right past her bedroom to reach his own. It was far too risky. Fern thought about it for a second. She knew Kevin would be gone for a while, and she knew if she did as Chance asked, it would always end in a wonderful orgasm for herself. She weighed the options, and decided to do as he asked. Chance made her do all sorts of things. Nasty things. Things she would never want her son to hear or see, and it aroused her to a point where she felt every little hair on her body stand up. As wrong as it was, there was something deep inside of her that enjoyed it. It was like Chance knew every little tick to her clock. He was something else. Fern was ready for this game of risk. She was never one to be an exhibitionist, but there was something so wrong about enjoying the fact that she might get caught by her own son, it heightened every sensation she felt. -O.K. The door is open.- She wrote. -Do you love your son Fern?- Chance asked. -Of course I do.- -And does he love you?- -Chance, I don't get this. What are you asking me?- Fern was getting quite confused. Chance never asked questions like these. He knew she had a son living with her. He knew she was a mother. But he never asked about him. -Just answer Fern. Does your son love you?- -Of course he does.- -Do you think he would understand that you have needs? Sexual needs?- Chance asked. -Yes, I am sure he does. He's forty years old Chance. He knows women, no matter their age, desire intimacy.- -I agree.- He said. -Now, turn on your camera and microphone so I can watch.- He said. Chance had known her a month when he offered to buy her a web camera and a microphone. She had never been too technically inclined, but the thrill of showing herself to this man that thrilled her so, was too much, and she accepted the gifts. At first, she was too scared to give out her address, but after a while, she decided she was being silly. Her son was there to protect her from any harm, so she felt empowered to be braver than she normally would have been. It was strange how he preferred to chat with her usually. Even after the camer arrived, he still preferred to talk with her instead of watch her, which made her love him even more. He had only watched her perhaps ten times since it arrived. She was more than happy to display herself for Chance. He never showed himself on camera, preferring to do the watching, but that was fine with Fern. As long as Chance kept making her cum like he did, she would do anything he asked. Chance "Can you see me." Fern asked into the microphone. -Loud and clear my dear. And you look especially horny tonight.- He added in his typed words. "Oh I am baby, but we have to hurry, the bar is only open another hour." She warned. -Fine then. Take your pants back off.- He replied "Oh! I forgot, sorry, I put them on when Kevin called my name." She giggled, quickly pulling them off, still sitting in her chair. -Now, look into the camera as you finger yourself. I want to see the look in your eye as you feel your body.- "Yes Chance. Like this?" She looked into the camera, feeling extremely turned on knowing he was watching her. -Yes baby, show me how much you like your pussy. taste yourself.- He typed. Her finger dug into her pussy deep, and as she pulled it out, she slipped it quickly into her mouth. -God yes baby. Finger your wet pussy so I can hear how wet you are right now.- Fern quickly did as he told her, making the loudest sounds she could with her fingers. The wet squishy sounds turned her on almost as much as it did Chance. -You are very wet tonight aren't you? The fact that your very own flesh and blood might catch you fingering yourself really gets you hot, doesn't it Fern.- He asked. "Oh fuck yes it does." She couldn't believe the words she used, but somehow, Chance brought it out of her, it was alright to do it for him. He made her feel it was alright todo everything she ever dreamed. -I want to see that hot pussy. Tilt the camera so I can see it baby.- Fern quickly positioned the camera so it was pointed at her red swollen pussy. She once again began to finger herself, making the loud wet noises with her strumming. -Oh yes. God you're hot baby. That pussy is beautiful. I want to suck that clit, I want to suck on your lips until the are swollen and thick.- Chance's words drove her nuts. She felt herself beginning to reach orgasm, but somehow, Chance new this, as he usually did. -I don't want you to cum just yet. Stop touching that hot pussy.- He ordered. Fern knew this was just the beginning, but started to feel the anxiety of being caught by Kevin. That very feeling seemed to make her body sing in excitement. Chance knew this, and he enjoyed putting her into positions where she was completely engulfed in her desire. He knew how to work her just right. It was like he was a master mechanic, and she was his Ferrari. She knew he would soon tell her to do even more outrageous things, and her heart was pounding in anticipation. -Turn your camera towards the bed.- He typed. Fern turned the camera as he asked. "Is that good?" She asked. -That's perfect baby. You know what I want baby. You know I want you on the bed, on all fours. Display yourself for me. Before you do that though... - He paused. "Yes." Came Fern's voice. -I want you to do three things. First, watch the time on your alarm clock. What I ask you to do, I want you to do for five minutes straight. No stopping, no rest, no excuses.- Fern waited for the commands. Her pussy was absolutely drooling, and she needed to cum. She knew if she did as he asked, she would be rewarded with a spectacular orgasm, so she waited intently. -Second, Get on your bed, all-fours, ass high in the air, and your head against the bedding. I love the way it pushes that beautiful pussy of your out for easy access.- It was true, Fern thought. She loved the way it made her pussy jut out prominently, easy for a man to get at. She really enjoyed displaying herself like this. She was so ready. -Third, I want you to talk loud enough so I can hear. I want you to tell me what you are thinking of, what you really want while you finger yourself like this.- -Don't forget the time. You won't be able to read my messages from the bed, so finger fuck yourself for five minutes.- Fern jumped right up, crawled onto the bed, aiming her ass right at the camera, and did exactly as she was told. Looking at the clock, she knew she had a good fourty-five minutes before Kevin got home, time enough to cum, and clean up. She put her head down onto the mattress, and as she did, she could feel her ass open up. Her cheeks seperated, and cool air reached her gaping pussy and open ass. She felt delirious. When her finger touched the outer lips of her pussy, she became entranced. It was like someone else was doing it. She was lost in her own body. She soon found herself crying out her own pleasure, knowing Chance was listening, knowing her own son might catch her in such a lewd position. It all served to work her up to the point of no return. She glanced at the clock, and was surprised to see she only had a minute left. She glanced towards the cemra and smiled, continuing her display. She knew Chance must be beating himself off, watching her pleasure herself. When she looked again, time was up. She hadn't cum yet, but she was sure she would be told to return to the bed, or possibly stay in the chair to finish herself off. Chance always wanted her to end it with a mind blowing orgasm. She rolled of the side of the bed, feeling a little dizzy, but still giggling with pleasure. She sat down at her chair, and saw that there was only one line of text from Chance. -Hi mom.- Fern didn't understand what Chance was doing. She read it again, even as short as it was. The fear began to rise in her. Her heart immediately felt like it was galloping. It couldn't be. She tried to think of all the times they had chatted. She thought of all the times, how it was a joke. "Chance, that isn't even funny." She sternly blurt out, although her voice was shakey. It was like deep down, she knew something was wrong. She wanted so badly for Chance to end this game. "I said hi mom." Kevin's voice came from the doorway. The sudden realization of what was happening made the room spin. It was all in slow motion. Her eyes left the screen as her body rotated in the chair. Her mind was recognizing her own son's voice as her eyes fell upon him. He was naked, standing in the doorway, his cock was erect, curved, and angry looking. Fern felt faint. Her mind raced with all the discussions she had shared with Chance, Kevin, her own son. She remembered how many times she had shown herself to Chance on camera. She remembered the times she told Chance how she dreamed of someone licking her ass, licking her pussy, fucking both, fucking her face. She remembered every awful detail in the one fraction of a second as her eyes took her son into view. Fern quite simply could not move. The look of total confusion came over her. Kevin could tell she was struggling with all that was happening. Shock, fright, embarrassment, anger, and, deep within herself, the arousal of seeing her son prepared to mate. All of these feelings Fern experienced within a second or two. Still unable to move, Fern couldn't look away from him. The look in her son's eye was so penetrating. His desire was easily felt and seen. She struggled with the rush of emotions. "I know I startled you mom, and I'm sorry." Kevin said as a look of sympathy crossed his face. He felt bad that his mom was in such a state. Still, he couldn't help thinking of how good she looked, even as unsettled as she was at that moment. He had been talking to his mom online, posing as Chance. He had wanted his mother so much, that he planned an elaborate plan to seduce her. Early on in his conversations, he had learned how naughty she could be, and instead of the slow seduction he had in mind, he had become too aroused this night. He forced her hand. He wanted his own mother, and either she accepted his advances, or she didn't, either way, he would have her. He knew once he began to please her as he had done online, she would gradually accept him as her lover, and son. Fern looked into Kevin's eyes. She was like a deer caught in headlights. Time was still in slow motion, as the many discussions she had with her own son came back to her. She gulped, feeling her mouth become dry. She once again looked to his cock. It was drooling precum, a long ropey string of it hung from the head. At once, the realization of what was happening hit her. Feeling so exposed, she quickly turned away from him and covered herself with her sweatpants. She only had time to drape them across her lap. She felt her son looking at her turned body. She pressed her pants tighter against her, a strong feeling of vulnearability overtaking her. "Get out!" Fern cried out. "I love you mom." Kevin said calmly. "Get out Kevin!" Her voice was louder this time, with a hint of panic. "Mom, I love you." He said softly as he began to approach her. "Oh God Kevin, this is all bad, so wrong." Fern said as she dropped her face into her hands, ashamed of her situation. "I know you mom. I know what you like, I know what you want." Kevin continued his progress, all the while speaking in a soft and soothing voice. "Just get out!" Panic filled her voice again. She could feel her son getting closer. The image of his hard cock flashed through her mind. She closed her eyes even tighter as she covered her face with her free hand, feeling such shame. "Don't be angry mom. Please." He said softly. Kevin was close enough to reach out to her shoulder. His warm hand lightly touched her, sending Fern into a flurry of movement. It all happened so fast. She slapped his hand away and twisted in her chair to make her escape. "Don't!" She screamed. The speed with which he moved surprised Fern. As she stood from her chair, his strong hands immediately gripped her arms. Almost instantly, her getaway was lost. In a split second, she was on the bed, face down, her sons powerful body weighing heavily against her, pinning her down. She struggled to break free, but her son simply used her movement to help position her on the bed. She was grabbing at the bedding, trying to pull herself away, and when she was in the middle, he stopped her cold. No matter how much her arms and legs moved, she didn't move an inch on the bed. He had her trapped. Kevin grappled his mom with a sense that she would initially resist, but eventually, she would enjoy and appreciate his attentions. "Shhhhhhh.....it's O.K. mom, it's O.K. Shhhh....relax....just relax." Kevin said in a soothing voice. Fern felt his weight, trapping her, his strength was impressive, and soon she tired of her struggle. Too worn out, all she could do was breathe heavily and hear her son's words. She had ended up on her stomache, her legs together. Kevin had straddled her across the backs of her upper thighs. He curled over the top of her back, and held her arms out in front of her, gripping her wrists like handcuffs. His face was right next to hers, and she could feel and hear his excited breathing. "Just let me go Kevin. Pleeease." She adopted the same soothing voice, trying to beg him to stop. Kevin obscenely rubbed his erection against his mother's soft skin. It felt so good. He loved the way her skin yielded to his touch. His cock slid easily up and down the valley that was created with her legs pressed together. He continued humping the backs of her legs, and hunched up a little so his cock was pressed between the cheeks of her ass. "Feel my cock mom? Feel how hard you make me? Oh you feel good." Kevin spoke softly, getting very close to her ear. Almost as if he didn't even hear Fern's plea. "This is so wrong Kevin, we can't do this." Fern said, but her voice was cracking. She was exhausted from the struggle, but deep inside of her, the idea that her own son wanted her. Wanted her so bad he was willing to risk everything. Deep down, that was beginning to arouse Fern. Feeling so vulnearable, helpless, being forced to lie there as he rubbed his cock against her. This is exactly why she enjoyed Chance so much. And now she knew the entire time, it was her own son that was bringing her so much pleasure. She still didn't want it. He was her son. Her own son. Her only son. It was impossible to think. "Oh I know mom. So very wrong, but it feels so right. You feel incredible. I do love you. I love you more than any man could possibly love you. I know what you want. I know what you need. And right now, you need me." Kevin hoarsely whispered into Fern's ear. The tip of his tongue lightly flicked her ear lobe. Fern's body instantly responded to her son, even though her mind was fighting it. He was doing all the right things. As his words would come, he continued his humping, grinding his cock against her body, moving it around. She could feel the heat from his cock. His dirty words coming in so close to her ear. "Now don't move, I need to do something. Don't move mom, O.K.? I'm going to let go." Kevin stated, but this time, she could hear his tone change. He meant it. His grip around her wrists lightened, and he soon let go, slowly. He sat up, still straddling her legs. Fern could feel him staring at her body. She felt his hands touch her ass, and without a moment's pause, he pulled them apart, opening her crotch to the air in the room. She was bared to her son. She felt her pussy, still wet from her earlier chat session, become exposed. "Oh mom, it's beautiful. Your pussy is beautiful." Kevin admired her. Kevin had to have her. He wanted so much to be inside of his mother. Like he once was, but this time, so different. He used his spittle, landing it directly on her opening. When Fern felt that, she knew what he meant to do. With a new found strength, she tried to free herself. Kevin just curled himself over the top of her again, holding her tightly, slowly grinding his cock between her butt cheeks. She felt him position himself, and as soon as she felt the head of his cock touching her pussy, Kevin lunged and was inside of her. "Oh please no!" Fern cried out. She was shocked by the sudden feeling of her son inside of her. His cock was so hard, so hot, sliding in so very nicely. Her mixed emotions racing through her mind, she couldn't help but feel the arousal of being mounted. "Shhhhh....just take my cock mom, just take it nice and easy, like this" Kevin said as he began to pump his cock inside of her a little further each stroke. Kevin slowly and gently pressed his dick into his mom. Her hot pussy seemed to welcome the fleshy invader. She was wet, and so warm deep inside, Kevin wanted to bury himself. The deeper he went, the better it felt. "Kevin please....we can't do this....I'm your mother...it's so wrong." Fern said, not believing her own words. Her son's cock felt beautiful. It was curved, shaped so nice, it seemed to caress her very insides like a magic wand. His body, holding hers captive, felt so erotic. It felt so sexy being used for her son's pleasure. She had never before been so desired by a man. "Shhhhhh....shhhhh....you're doing so good mom. Your pussy is so hot and wet. I can't believe how good it feels to finally be back inside of you." Kevin positioned his mouth so it was near her ear. He spoke softly and the filthy words he used began to affect Fern. He kept sinking his cock into her, feeding her so lovingly. Fern felt his gentleness, and her mind began to accept the fact that her own son was fucking her. It felt so good, the more she welcomed it, the better it felt. All at once, it was as if all the rules were lifted. She stopped thinking how wrong it was, and began to think how right it was. Kevin sensed the change in her body, and gently kissed her ear, slowly sucking her lobe as he pushed himself as deep inside of her as he could. "Ohhhhhh." Fern moaned pleasure for the first time. "That's a good girl mom. Take it all. Take my cock." He whispered right into her ear. He then moved his lips to back of her neck, kissing her over and over all around her neck, shoulders and back. "Unnnnnngh. Ohhhhh. Baaaby." Fern could only muttered words and moans. The exquisite feeling caught her in an incestuous rapture. Her body had taken over, almost pushing back against her sons deep penetrating strokes. "Oh God yes mom. I told you I knew what you wanted, told you I knew what you needed." Kevin was so proud to feel her accept the love he had to give. "I can't Kevin. I can't do this." She tried to stop herself, but her body was enjoying it far too much. Fern could feel her pussy become slippery, her sons cock easily gliding in and out. As scared as she was of the consequences, her pussy opened up to her son, welcoming him in with little resistance. The wetness of her juices and his precum had mixed, and the erotic music of sucking sounds burst from their union. "Oh God that feels good." Fern grunted. Kevin began to fuck her harder. The idea that he was indeed the right man for his mom was being proven right before him. Her hot love hole sucked his cock in with a greediness of a draught being quenched by rainfall. Her entire body relaxed. Kevin's powerful strokes were delivered in ryhthym, driving her hips deep into the bed. She felt so aroused by his power. She felt as if she now belonged to him. The thoughts of her own son taking her as he pleased made her nipples stiffen almost immediately. "We have to be so careful!" She warned, but she didn't fight him a bit this time, instead, enjoying the nastiness of it all. "We both love the dark mom. The shades are pulled everywhere in the house. Always are down. No one will ever see, no one will ever know." Kevin said as he continued his pumping motion, sliding his cock into his mom over and over. He sat up again, this time, he pulled his cock free from her wet velvet grip, and stared at her body. He admired her, she did try to stop it. But now she was his. All his. He spread her cheeks once again, and this time, Fern welcomed his touch. She wanted her son to see her pussy. She wanted to be desired, and she now had her son to do just that. His hand was feeling her entire crotch, his excited touch driving her nuts. She wiggled her ass against his fingers, sending Kevin into another realm. "Oh yessss. That's my nasty mom. You want more cock? You want to get fucked some more? You want your son inside of you again?" With every nasty word, Kevin would stroke his cock in and around her cheeks and legs, everywhere but her wet hole. "Kevin please! Just put it in." She growled. "Do you like cock? Do you want cock? Do you want my cock? Your own son's cock?" Kevin kept teasing. Fern was getting very worked up, breathing hard and moaning. "Come on baby, fuck mommy some more." She knew he would like that one. He did, and he tore into her with a passion she had never felt. His powerful body driving her into the bed, bouncing up into his cock then being driven back into the bed. She was lost in her pleasure. Her son fucked her without mercy, and she was loving every second of it. She felt consumed by her lust, and felt his as well. She felt his solid cock begin to swell, and his breathing changed. She knew he was about to cum. She felt her own orgasm signaling it's arrival. "Oh baby, mamma's gonna cum." She groaned. "Keep going baby. Don't stop. Make me cum baby. Make mommy cum." She was getting dirtier with her words, and she found she enjoyed saying them outloud. It seemed to affect her son as well, driving him in deeper. "That's my good boy Kevin, make mommy cum." She kept chanting. Kevin was so near, he began short powerful strokes, deep within her, almost grinding his cock into Fern. She felt the beginning of her orgasm. It was here. She shuddered, and then it came over her, like a warm waterfall, gushing across her skin, throughout her body, deep inside, all the way out. She felt her pussy contract, gripping her son's love muscle. "Ugggggh! Oh baby! I'm cumming on your cock Kevin! I'm cumming on my son's cock!" She cried out. Kevin felt her pussy contracting, which immediately caused his eruption. Hot jets of his thick cum shot into her as his cock flexed over and over. She could feel her sons sperm filling her deep. Her eyes rolled back, and she felt every nerve in her body explode. Kevin continued to saw his cock in and out of her, slowing his pace as his cock softened. They soon were both simply lying there, Kevin still on top of his mom. His cock finally fell out of her with an audible plop. They both giggled at the sound. Chance "Oh sweetie...you wore mom out." She sighed, feeling so relaxed and satisfied. "You sleep mom. You did so good. Sleep, and I will clean you up and kiss it all and make it better. Relax. I'll be right here." His words were love. He loved his mother, and now he could give her even more love. A special love. She grew to really enjoy her time alone with Kevin. He was a perfect gentleman outside the house, but once the door was closed, he was an animal. She was his to play with, commanding her to do the lewdest acts of incest for him, and she adored every minute of it. TheEnd Chance This is my first story on this site, please let me know what you think, and if I should write another. This is an actual fantasy of mine about me and my crush. Enjoy~~~ I knew he didn't like me the way I loved him. I had known that since the day I told him I liked him. He liked someone else. Someone better. And he had liked her for four years. I had no place to go out with him. We texted often. Well, more like I texted him and he was kind enough to reply. I had often texted him strange things, just to see his reply. But one Friday afternoon, a lucky, random text message made my weekend the best thing to ever happen to me. To us. I had been horny and even a little drunk, after finding my parents rum. I had a brilliant idea, and I got out my phone, and found his contact. "I really want to suck your cock right now" I texted. I felt queasy as I waited for his response.. "What?" (Which was his usual response to the strange things I texted him. "I want to suck your cock" I typed again. "Why?" "I was thinking about the time you texted me how big your cock was. And the time you told me that you were masturbating, and you told me when you had come. I got horny" (yeah, that had actually happened. We had a strange friendship)I replied My head started to hurt with worry, that he'd probably call the cops and tell them I was harassing him, and the effects of the small amount of alcohol had worn off. His reply made my heart flutter. "My mom isn't home" his reply said, which was a while after I had sent my text, as if he was contemplating hard about what to say. He basically lives alone, as his parents are divorced and his mom is always working. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I'm actually horny too. It'd be nice to have a mouth around my cock" my pussy started to get my panties wet. "Really? I thought you liked someone else" "It's not like were going out. And I have no way of getting her to do it, I barely know her" "You're just kidding right? You can just tell me no" And then he gave me his address. It wasn't even far from my house. I felt ecstatic. "You mean it?" I asked "Just get over here" My heart leapt and I was suddenly even gladder my parents were gone at a concert and wouldn't be home until tomorrow night. I quickly got dressed (and changed my panties, which were starting to smell like pussy) and I started to walk to his neighborhood, which I knew well, since it's next to an ice-cream shop. I stuck my hands in my coat pocket and walked as I tried to ignore my pussy juice slowly running into my pussy. ~~~ I checked my phone again, making sure I was at the right address, and then knocked on the door lightly. Almost immediately the door opened and he took my hand. I looked up at his adorable face, his dirty blonde hair, and his very blue eyes. I was screaming on the inside with arousal, anticipation, and fear. He led me, a bit forcefully, to his room. I was amazed at how goth he really was. A fake skull stood on a dresser, his walls were dark blue, his carpet was black, he had a skull with a hole in its head on his desk, that had some pencils in it, which under normal situations I would find cute and humorous, and his bed sheets were also black. He took me next to his bed and as he started to pull down his pants, I thought I would explode. His pants were down his cock was out, and he sat on the edge of the bed. His cock was slightly hard, and hung from his waist in an arc. His cock was bigger than he had described; maybe he was just being modest? It was 7 inches long and 2 inches wide. How was I going to get that in my mouth? Although it looked delicious, I couldn't help but have second thoughts. What if he was tricking me? Trying to humiliate me? What if there were cameras everywhere and he would post what we did all over the internet? "I, uh, maybe this isn't a good idea," I said nervously as I stared at his cock. "What? C'mon, don't you want it?" he said, and then started to stroke it. Ohmygod, he's masturbating right in front of me! I thought. My pussies mind pulled me toward his mesmerizing cock, and I knelt in front of him, grabbed his hips, and leaned forward, then licked the head of his cock slowly, and he moaned softly in response. His hand left his cock to go to the back of my neck, holding me there. My last shred on inhibition burned up, and I licked his cock's smooth head more urgently, my mouth watering as the taste of him made my pussy even more impatient. I felt his hand on the back of my neck push me a bit, urging me to go further. I wrapped my lips around his cocks head, tonguing the small slit at the tip. I moaned softly, the sweet and salty taste of his cock driving me crazy. I felt his delicious cock harden in my mouth. I pushed on, getting more of his cock into my mouth, and I felt his hand move up to the back of my head, where he applied pressure and said "Mmm, yes, take it all, Rhi." I had never heard him call me Rhi before. I let his hand guide my head further down, and as I got halfway through his cock, I felt its head tap the back of my throat, and I gagged onto his cock. His hand stroked my hair and he whispered "Shh, relax, Rhi, relax." His voice melted me, and my throat muscles relaxed. He pushed my head down further, and he groaned out loud, his cock sliding down my throat. I was so wet, I had never done this before in my life, with anyone, and my pussy screamed for attention. I tried to ignore it as I made my crush happy. Suddenly, his hand pushed my head down hard, and he forced his entire cock into my mouth. My throat was opened wide, and I grunted as his cock pushed its way down my throat. I looked up at him. His head was tilted back, his eyes were closed and his mouth hung open as he groaned, breathing hard. He made a fist in my hair, and slowly pulled my head up, then pushed it back down. He repeated this many times, and I learned to take breathes in-between thrusts, after I realized I couldn't breathe. He fucked my mouth until my throat felt raw. Then he pulled my head up just enough so his cock was out of my throat, but still in my mouth. "I'm gonna cum. Can I cum down your throat?" He panted. I moaned approval and nodded, and then he started to fuck my mouth once again. After a few thrusts, he pushed my head all the way down until his balls were on my chin, and then I felt it: his hot, thick cum spraying down my throat. I could hear him breathing hard and moaning softly as he emptied his cock's contents down my throat. He slowly pulled out, and his cock spurt one final blast of cum onto my tongue. I swirled the cum around on my tongue, savoring it before swallowing. After he got his breath he said "Sorry about that last bit of cum. Didn't mean for it to go in your mouth." I smiled and said "I don't mind. I liked it. You're tasty." I smiled. He smiled back "Do I get to taste you?" I blushed, and said "It's okay, you don't have to." "But I want to. Come on, if I don't return the favor then I'd have to pay you." He grabbed my hand and pulled me up onto his bed, then laid me down onto my back. He pulled down my pants and as he saw my panties he said "Mmm, you're very wet." I blushed harder as I could smell my own wet pussy. He pulled off my shirt and undid my bra, tossing my clothes onto the floor. Last, he pulled down my panties, then, to my surprise, he brought then to his nose and inhaled deeply. Then he licked the juices from them as he looked into my eyes. I moaned softly, watching him lick my panties. He tossed them to the floor with my other clothes, then leaned down and took my right nipple into his mouth, and nibbled it gently, making me gasp. Without my permission, my hips started to slowly hump the air between us. "You must have done this before," I moan. As he switched over to my other nipple, he breathed "Not once." As he sucked and nibbled my nipple, he pinched and twisted my other, still wet with his saliva. I moaned softly, my pussy now probably getting his bed wet. His fingers left my nipple and he reached down and slid two fingers into my soaking wet cunt. I gasped and started to grind into his fingers, feeling them deep inside me. His thumb pressed into my clit and I moaned loudly "Oh yes, Chance, more!" I felt him smile on my breast and he nibbled it one last time, then he crawled down my body to my pussy. His fingers slowly left my pussy and he brought them to his mouth, and licked my juices off of them. God, he was hot. He kissed his way up my thighs and ended at my pussy lips. I could feel his breath on my pussy, and then his tongue found my clit. He circled around it with the tip of his tongue, and then closed his lips around it. I was speechless as he sucked on my sensitive little clit. He then moved his tongue down to my vagina. He circled his tongue around its little lips, and then slid his tongue inside. He sucked all the juice off my pussy, while fucking it with his tongue. I moaned deeply, but not as loud as I did when he started to rub my clit with his thumb again. I had no idea what cumming was like. I had masturbated before, but never with any release. I had tried and tried but I could never orgasm. But now I knew I was close. Very close. "I-I'm gonna cum! Chance, I'm gonna cum!" I moaned. He pressed my clit harder, rubbing it fast, his tongue never breaking its rhythm. My pussy twitched harder and harder, until I felt all the tension explode and my pussy started to spasm wonderfully. I felt his fingers roll my nipples between his fingers as my body shook. I moaned loudly, never feeling anything like it before. As my pleasure settled down, his tongue and thumb started to slow. I laid there and panted as he crawled away from my pussy and lay next to me. I looked over to him and said "Oh my gosh, I got juice all over your face!" I said and I reached up to wipe it off. Before I could, he reached up and wiped it off himself, and then he licked it all off his fingers. "You know, I had never came before tonight," I said softly. "Really? Never?" I nodded, smiling. He leaned towards me and nibbled my ear lobe "Would you like to again?" he asked "Because I'd really like to fuck your tight little pussy." His words made my mind buzz, and before I could think, I said "Yes please," softly. He got up and laid over me, an arm on either side of me to support his weight. Then he reached down and guided his cock to my pussy. He rubbed the head around my pussy lips, and then centered it on my tight hole. "You're super tight. Just tell me if it ever hurts too much" at his last word he started to push his huge cock inside me. I started to moan loudly, which turned to screams as his cocks head popped inside my tight pussy. He kept pushing, his cock forcing its way further into me "Oh fuck, you are so tight." He groaned. "And ohmygod you are so big, it hurts!" "Do you want me to stop?" "No, please, keep going," I moaned. I could feel his cock travelling deep inside me, and as he pushed in the last inch he said "Fuck, you're so tight I could cum right now." He let me adjust to his thick cock stretching my pussy, he left his cock resting inside me and he leaned down and started to kiss me on the lips for the first time. The pain in my pussy started to fade until all that was left was pleasure as he kissed me deeply. I could taste my pussy still on his tongue as we kissed. He started to slowly pull out, then back in, and as he found it gave me little pain, he started to go faster and faster, until he was fucking my pussy so hard I was almost screaming with pleasure, as his cock pounded into my cervix over and over. "Yes! Yes! Don't stop Chance, don't stop!" I screamed. He fucked me hard until just before I was about to cum, then he flicked my clit ever so lightly, and I exploded with bliss. My toes curled and I shivered and shook. Just before my orgasm ended, he groaned "Mmm, I'm gonna cum too," Then I realized something. "Chance, do you have a condom on?" He ignored me. "Chance! You can't cum in me!" Then I remembered I had told him about my impregnation and pregnancy fetish. Before I could tell him no again, I felt his hot cum deep in my pussy, spraying past my cervix and into my womb. Once his cock had emptied its load into my pussy, he pulled out and lay down next to me again, rubbing my belly as he kissed my neck. "I can't believe you did that" I said. "Cumming in you?" I nodded. "But you loved it, didn't you?" He smiled. I blushed and nodded. He kissed my forehead and we soon fell asleep with me in his arms. Chance I do photography for a hobby and I belong to a local camera club. Sometimes we'll join up with other clubs and go on a communal excursion to some place of interest, running a competition to see who comes back with the best photos. The particular excursion that resulted in this incident happened on a Saturday when we all headed up to a national park. There were going to be several categories in the judging. You know the sort of thing -- best photo of the day, best panoramic view, best bird, best beast, best bit of bark on a bush. More categories than photographers, sometimes. We all rolled up to the park ranger's office and received our little maps and cautions and bureaucratic threats and then the idea was that we'd all go our own sweet way. Among the things that we were given were details of a couple of tracks that were strictly off limits. I have one of those minds that are always curious. I want to know why when I'm told something. (Very useful trait for a Systems Analyst.) So when we were told that a couple of tracks were off limits I just naturally lingered after the rest headed out and asked why. (Never push a bureaucrat when you're in a group. They get snotty and just say it's a rule. Nail them afterwards, one on one, and show that you're honestly interested in the background data. They like to be able to justify their decisions.) In this case, the ranger advised me that one track had suffered some sort of problem and they were revegetating the area, keeping it isolated till the new vegetation had a chance to settle. The second trail, it turned out, was flat-out dangerous. It was a trail that climbed up the side of a hill and there'd been some severe erosion and rock fracturing towards the top. What was worse was at the top of the trail was a nice rocky ledge where people would stand to take panoramic photos of the park. That ledge was severely cracked and was like to come down at any moment, especially if anyone walked on it. Rather than wait for the thing to fall naturally, probably onto the head of some innocent tourist, the park management were planning on forcing the issue in the near future. (A bit of primer cord and away she'd go.) With that, I headed into the park, idly keeping my eyes open for a decent setting to set up and shoot. Hopefully, one that wasn't already occupied by a camera buff. An hour or so later I had a couple of superb shots in my camera (along with probably a hundred or so duds) and I was looking for a trail that would take me higher. I cast a wistful look and the closed hill trail and was just in time to see Georgia nipping up it. Georgia is a very nice young woman and quite a good photographer. (Not in my class of course, but few are.) She was especially good at panorama photos and I knew just where she was going. Up that trail to that treacherous rock at the top, and she was just the sort of girl to take a chance and stand on the extreme edge of the rock to get her photo. Standing on the very edge of that rock, it seemed to me, would put maximum pressure on the fracture. I muttered something rude to myself and headed up after her. Across the start of the trail was a chain and a Keep Out, Danger, sign. I stepped over it and headed on up. Reaching the top there was the ledge, a temporary fence put up between it and the trail with, naturally, a Keep Off, Danger sign posted conspicuously. I looked at the rock and I could actually see cracks running along it, crossing from one side to the other. None of the cracks were contiguous, but there were plenty of them, and once a couple of the bigger ones joined up that ledge was going down. And Georgia? She had blithely hopped over the chain and crossed to the very edge of the ledge to take her photos, just as I'd predicted. "Georgia," I called, keeping my voice down so as not to startle her, "You'd better come off from there. The ledge is dangerous." She glanced over her shoulder at me and just laughed. "Don't be silly," she said. "This ledge as been here since forever. I always take shots from it." "And has it always had a fence and warning signs?" I asked. "The rock is fractured and likely to fall soon. The rangers are actually planning on forcing the break next week." The blasted woman just dismissed my warnings and I'm sure you can understand my reluctance to walk out onto the rock and force her to come back. My hopping out there might be the last straw and away we go. No thanks. So the situation is I'm standing there sweating and thinking nasty thoughts and Georgia is happily taking her photos, moving back and forth along the very edge of the ledge. Then there was a very nasty grating sound and I could actually see one of those cracks heading further across the rock and connecting with a couple of others. The whole shelf seemed to tremble slightly and Georgia went dead still, turning around to look at the ledge behind her. It seemed she had finally got the message, and she turned to get off the ledge. Unfortunately, as soon as she took a step there was another rasping sound and the rock shook again. Georgia just froze in position, not daring to move. She looked at me, her eyes pleading for me to do something. I've never considered myself to be a particularly brave man and what I did was more desperation than courage. I stepped over the fence, took one large step towards Georgia, reached over and picked her. I turned and literally tossed her back over the fence, jumping back myself fast, real fast, nearly having a heart attack as I felt that damned ledge quiver and sink under me. There were a couple of more cracking sounds and the whole ledge just tilted and that was it. The stupid thing didn't fall. It was on a bit of an angle but it seemed to have settled quite comfortably into a new position and was calling it a day. Mind you, if Georgia had stayed on it there was a good chance that the tilt would have flipped her over the side or the whole thing might have gone down. I was seething. Didn't the woman have any sense at all? I turned towards her and she was all bubbly and smiling. A great adventure and no harm done. Then she saw my face and came down to earth. One nice thing about the park service, they provide seating at certain scenic points so foot weary hikers can take a break. There was such a seat near the ledge, giving a nice view as you took your ease. "You're an idiot," I told Georgia, while I sat down and dragged her towards me and over my knee. I flicked her skirt up and her panties down and my hand came down on her bottom. "You have the survival instinct of a lemming," I told her, "and you nearly emulated one. You ignored the rangers direction that this path was closed. You ignored the keep out sign down below. You ignored the keep off sign." I was punctuating all these little statements with a firm spank on her bottom. Georgia and kicked and squealed at the first couple of spanks but now she was just wailing and telling me to stop. I continued with my little lecture. "You ignored me when I told you the rock was dangerous. I explicitly pointed out that it was badly cracked and due to come down, but you ignored that, too. As a result you damned near took a ride for a mile, straight down on a rocky sled." (OK. It was a drop of about fifty feet, but standing on that rock and feeling it cracking under you it damned well seemed like a mile.) "On top off that you panicked and just froze there, meaning I had to go and fetch you or wave bye-bye as you sailed off into the sunset. And to top it off you then clap and say, wow, wasn't that fun. I hope you're enjoying the experience now." With that I wound up the spanking and dumped Georgia onto her bottom. She just sat on the grass looking at me. She was leaning back, propped up by her arms, legs splayed in front of her, knees bent up. Her skirt had slid down her legs and bunched around her upper thighs and she was completely exposed as her panties were dangling around one ankle. Her face was a study. She couldn't believe that I had just spanked her. On top of that she was still shocked by her close call and she was excited by my display of male fury and dominance. Her whole pose was a blatant offer of willing submission. I was still seriously pissed off. I stood up and started undoing my trousers. Georgia's eyes seem to grow even wider and her attention dropped from my face to regions further south. Without saying a word I knelt between her thighs, leaning toward her. She slumped back onto her back, just leaving her head propped up enough to watch was happening. I pushed forward and entered her and she was ready, letting me descend fully into her with no resistance. She did let out a long groaning sound as I took her, but that was it. Now that I was in her I held steady and pushed her top up off her breasts. I didn't bother undoing her bra, just pushing it roughly over her breasts, freeing them for my use. My hands closed around her breasts while I pulled back and drove back into her. Georgia's head slumped to the ground and her whole body seemed to surge up against me. Her pussy was grinding furiously against me as I took her, while her breasts were eagerly offered. We were both over-excited and we came together like a pair of wild animals. I pounded against her savagely, and Georgia's legs wrapped around me and responded just as savagely, matching everything I tossed at her. We were both too wrapped up in our own immediate needs to worry about our partners. We were both determined to climax in the shortest time possible and didn't care what our partner thought. (I had the advantage there. If she came first I could just keep going until satisfied. If I came first, bad luck, sweetheart.) It was by chance that we both climaxed about the same time, but it was a glorious chance. We both clung to each other at the end, our bodies throbbing in unison. As we came down off the closed trail there was an irritated ranger there. "That trail is closed," he pointed out very firmly. "Can't you people read?" "Ah, I'm sorry, but actually no, Georgia can't read. She suffers very bad dyslexia and has a lot of trouble reading even the simplest signs. I saw her heading up there and hurried up to fetch her back. I've now explained that this trail is off limits. Potential rock falls, I believe." The ranger nodded, soothed by the admission of guilt and feeling a bit of pity for the poor dyslectic young woman. "Hm. Ok. But you'd better keep an eye on your friend. These trails are closed for a reason, you know." "Dyslectic?" Georgia muttered as we went on our way. "Sounds better than saying you suffer from terminal idiocy," I said softly in reply, and spent the next five minute trying to get my breath back. She packs a mean punch.