9 comments/ 91777 views/ 96 favorites Finding Our Way Ch. 01 Pt. 01 By: onlyfiction All characters are fictional, over 18, and ridiculously beautiful. It's meant to be fictional fun. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts :) Chapter One: The First Two Times Part 1 With the sucking sound of sticky flesh, I rolled off that slender but sturdy frame. She'd taken everything I had to give and giggled, ready for more. What a woman! What a criminal shame that it was all so wrong. I looked over at her. Her long black hair was spread out over the grass beyond her towel, and her sculpted torso was curved, serpentine, towards me; her breasts simply jutted up and out. One slender leg was bent with the knee pointed at the sky, and the other knee was pointed at me; my cum oozing lightly out of her cunt and towards her anus (which I couldn't really see, but immediately began wondering about.) The plane of her toned stomach bent and flattened as she slowly regained her breath, and her skin was wet with sweat and blotched with patches of red where I'd grabbed, nibbled or sucked. Her face was flushed too, staring blankly at the treetops. It could have been a look of wonderment, but I guessed it was horrified disbelief. Again her stunned and stunning beauty inspired a reaction in me, and I began to harden again. Terrified, I sprang up, and ran to the house. I could hear her calling after me, but I couldn't face her. I went into my room, and dug through the pile of clothes I'd left earlier that afternoon. I found my boxers, and picked them up just as Mom barged into the room. "Hey!" I screamed. "You're not just going to run off like that, buddy!" I heard that voice she used when I didn't want to study for a difficult test or finish some unpleasant task. It was her toughen-up-tough-guy voice. I pulled up my underwear before turning around. "Oh come on!" I said, throwing my hands up. "Put something on already! Can't you cover yourself up a little bit at least!?" She was standing in my doorway fists on hips that arced round away from her pinched waspy waistline to those long long legs. Her hair fanned out behind her with the sunlight burning behind her. I could make out the faint impression of the rib cage of her slim torso heaving those succulent breast up and down. It was the latest sexiest thing I'd seen. It was like being trapped inside a Penthouse magazine, while knowing you shouldn't touch. "What? Now you don't like the way I look? An hour or two ago you thought I looked amazing." "You do look Amazing!" I said grabbing fist-fulls of my hair, and sitting on my bed. "You look un-fucking-beliveable! That's the problem!" I stared at the floor to keep from drooling at her. I needed to stay coherent. I heard the sounds of her shifting. "Oh." She said. "I can hardly think straight when you're naked like that. I'm afraid I'm going to completely loose it around you." "I see." She said. "Wait here. I'll be right back." She padded to her room, and I heard her enter her private bathroom (attached to her bedroom.) When she came back, she hadn't improved things much. Her raven hair was pulled back by a scrunchie, and she was clothed in a diaphanous floral print kimono style bathrobe that still showed plenty of cleavage, and only went down to just above mid thigh. Fuck! Those smooth slim legs looked a mile long! "Better?" she asked. I looked at her. "Not much, Mom. You're putting yourself in danger sitting with me looking like you do." "Oooh. Should I be afraid?" she mocked. "Are you going to turn into some kind of wolf man and eat me up?" "I'm afraid I might just." I said softly, still staring at my feet. "What we did was wrong, wasn't it?". "I suppose it was, but come on!" she said elbowing me. "Lighten up will you? It was a mistake; a heat induced...and sleep induced accident. We aren't dumb mindless animals, you and I. We were in a state of mind that we didn't realize who the other was, and it happened." I was silent. Processing it. Here's what had happened a few hours ago: I'd just about had it with Kimberly. Sure, she had that rock solid kind of body -- thanks to swimming, running and I didn't even know which other sorts of workouts -- that seemed to be just made for fucking. She was on the short side, about 5'3", but that just made her musculature look more compact. She had curly auburn hair, and her limbs were slender, though very well defined. Her breasts could just fill a wine glass; a perfect handful. Her whole body was tight, but that was the problem for me. Her pussy was just too tight. I was sitting naked with her in her apartment, her terrific physique giving me a hard on despite her crying. Was she crying because she still hurt from my dick being too big for her, or was it the mutual frustration? At that point in my life I was beyond caring. My 23 year old meat is fair sized, about eight and a half inches, no donkey cock or anything like that. Most girls and women I'd been with had thoroughly enjoyed sex with me. But Kimberly said I pushed too hard. I went too fast. I was simply too big for her. So I got dressed and got out of there. I lived at home with my mom. Our financial situation is very good, but complicated. My father had been a lawyer pushing forty, when he picked up my mother. She was an unusually easy-going seventeen year old waitress with straight black hair and bright green eyes, who I guess could make herself look like a twenty something with the right makeup. She'd been his favorite waitress, and he her favorite customer. They flirted and played around, and I guess they ran into each other outside of the restaurant setting. One thing led to another. Neither of them thought to have a relationship. It was just a one-time fling. But one day, my father came to the restaurant to find that his favorite waitress was pregnant. I'll skip the gory details, and just say that there came a point wherein my father realized that I was his. He was old fashioned in his way, and asked her to marry him. She didn't see any better options at the time. Besides, she really did like the guy. They never tried to make any pretense of equality, though I do believe that they carried on a love life for the entirety of their marriage. He provided, and she asked for nothing more. He was a hard driving successful lawyer, and Mom didn't mind if he was out late or came home only to sleep. He offered to get a nanny for me so that Mom could go to college, but she wasn't interested. She only wanted to take care of me. When pressed for something more she might do, she confessed an enthusiasm (if not an overwhelming talent) for ballet. So she has taken ballet classes ever since I was old enough to go to kindergarten. Dad and I were never close. The household was clearly divided with him and his duties on one side and me & mom on the other with ours. It wasn't an angry or cold arrangement. It was just how it was. Dad's working intensity finally caught up with him, and he died of a heart attack before his fiftieth birthday. He left Mom with considerable assets, and a system of property management companies and stock portfolio managers to assure a steady income without Mom having to work. His law firm was committed to oversee it all, and make sure that everyone played fair. Mom was advised (rightly, I think) not to touch or mess around too much with the money arrangements. She took a modest home that she could easily afford, and continued raising me and taking dancing lessons in a studio while I was at school. Eventually she got bored with that as my school and social hours got longer (friends and the football team,) so she took on a part-time secretary job for the activity and the extra spending cash. The bottom line is that Mom has too much money in holdings for me to qualify for grants and some of the loans, but not really enough money to pay for more than the gouging costs of my college education without putting herself in financial danger. We couldn't have that, so it was understood that I would have to live with her at least until I got my degree. I pulled into our driveway, and parked in front of the large slatted wood gate. I got out and headed to the back yard. "Hey mom?!" "Back here, Honey!" her voice called from behind the house. "You're back early aren't you?" "Yeah," I said rounding the corner. "Kim and I had a..." My mouth and my feet stopped. Mom was lying, propped up on her elbows, on a towel just out of the shade of a tree. She was wearing nothing but sunglasses, a sun hat and a smile. So, it's description time: At about 5'9" with long straight shampoo commercial quality black hair, Mom is tall and slender; a ballet dancer's body with some extra in the chest. She never performed professionally, but she loves the dance and the exercise. The result of that kind of workout is muscles that are long and strong but don't look bulky. Where Kimberly's musculature had been overtly obvious and hard edged (Fuck-machine I used to think. She was almost body builder muscular, but still slender and feminine,) Mom's body was all delicate curves. You might not be able to count the abs on mom's belly, but it was distinctly flat, and you could trace the long swooping lines down her abdomen. Even at 40, Mom was every straight guy's dream MILF. And she was lying naked in our back yard! I'd never seen her sun bathing in the nude before, and I could just barely see her blushing behind her shades. But she refused to run off and hide, reasoning (she later told me) that I was a grown man now, and that she wouldn't act ashamed of her body or her actions. I can't vouch for the actions, but that body certainly left nothing to be ashamed of! "You and Kim had a what, Sweetie?" I couldn't respond. I was stunned by the incredible shape of my mother's naked form. "Is there something wrong, Kevin?" she asked, beginning to look a bit worried; perhaps self-conscious. I coughed, and said, "Uhum, no! No. no, Mom. Nothing's wrong. I've just...um...never seen you bake your buns in the buff before." I called up the most charming grin I could manage, considering how flustered I was with the unreal sexy beauty in front of me. She liked my words well enough, and laughed. Maybe it was my unspent sexual frustration with Kimberly that made me say it, but I couldn't resist telling my mother, "You look stunning, Mom. I mean, I always knew you were a knockout, but your face, your figure - your skin is just glowing -- I...I just can't believe my eyes!" She broke out all the pearly whites in a grin, and said "Ohhh! Thanks! It's the sun. It's just perfect today. Grab a towel and join me." "You mean...naked?" She looked a bit surprised, as if she hadn't considered that factor. But then she seemed to resolve herself again. "Sure! Why not? Strip down and bask in the sun with your dear old mom." I went into the house to get a towel. "Old" mom? She look better than my 25 year old girlfriend, and she thought of herself as old? I couldn't wait to get back outside to catch another eye-full of my mother's succulent shape. I was so eager, that I didn't consider that she would see my hard on (left there by Kim, and still inspired by mom.) But Mom sure considered it. "Woohoohoo!" she cheered and clapped when I came out of the house. Looks like I'm not the only one looking good! Wow!" She took off her sunglasses, and looked directly at my painful erection. "Wow." she said again in more subdued tones. I walked towards her, trying to look calm and disinterested. I had stopped playing football after high school, but continued working out regularly. Having Kim for a girlfriend had pushed me to keep in top condition, so Mom had good reason to like what she saw. I was looking at her while she was looking at me. That body! Those long legs, and how could a forty year old have such perky breasts? Mom's lithe shape just brought my prick another two degrees higher and harder. "Kevin," she said. "Did you and Kim just..." she trailed off, but she waggled her eyebrows comically and said, "y'know?" "No, we didn't. I think I may have just broken up with her, actually." I said plopping down on my towel next to her. "It just wasn't working out." I tried looking away in the hope of calming my boner. "Oh, I'm sorry Kevin. She must be devastated to loose..." I heard her swallow next to me. "you." I shrugged, not wanting to go into it anymore, and Mom took the hint. "Just you lie down here in the sun, and it will cock...I mean cook your troubles away." We both laughed at her Freudian slip and lay back in the late Spring sun. It was practically Summer, but there was no worry about burning . The shade of the tree would be over us within an hour or two. We lay there together, and I tried not to think about how lucky a bead of sweat could be if it was trickling along Mom's inner thigh. Amazingly, we both dozed off. Mom was back from an intense session at her ballet classes, and had just had a steaming hot shower before lying down to read her romance novel and catch a tan. I'd used up a lot of strength trying to fuck Kimberly silly, and my body just shut down in frustration. We have discussed what happened next several times since, and here is what we think happened: I rolled over onto my side, away from Mom, as I slept. And in her sleep she rolled up and snuggled up behind me and spooned. The romance novel she'd been reading before I'd arrived was a pretty racy book, and that or simply the view of my member (in combination with feeling the shape of a man against her body) brought on some sort of dream which led her to reach down and across to my still-erect penis. She squeezed and stroked, completely unaware of whose dick it was. Hell, she hardly knew she was doing it at all. This attention awoke parts of me that had already been irritated enough up to that point. All the frustration in Kim's bed and all the extra stimulation of the amazing view of Mom's skin finally erupted, and, half conscious, I rolled over onto the slim delicious figure. The legs spread effortlessly. I thrust. At some dreamy level I expected to meet with Kim's tight hole, and the strain of forcing my rod where I wanted it. But this pussy spread wide open and wet for me, and then clenched my cock into place like a new fist. Holy shit! I thought I'd found the greatest cunt in wet dream history. I wasn't really wrong. Her body was warm, and inside she was overflowing with divine smelling juices. It was tight, but not prohibitively. She let my Johnson slide smoothly along her canal, with just a hint of a squeeze, and then when I slammed all the way in, that pussy crushed my dick like an iron gauntlet covered in butter. I was in heaven, and I didn't realize that it was Mom's world class pillows I was nibbling. And she had no idea it was her son's ass she was griping; my back she was raking with her fingernails. Ignorance is bliss. Until it passes. Somewhere along the line of this monumental and historically pleasurable fuck-a-thon we realized what we were doing and with whom. We looked into each other's eyes, shocked, and we hesitated for a moment. But then some prehistoric part of my brain or body thought I'd be goddamned if I was going to stop before I was through. I kept my dick moving, and Mom eventually fell back into the delirious joy of being fucked with such abandon by this healthy young man. She spread those long legs as wide as she could get them (and remember that she trained as a dancer!) I grabbed her ballerina ass with one hand and braced her shoulders with the other arm so she wouldn't accidentally be pushed away by my thrusts. I kissed her neck, her perfect tits and -- when the pace was high enough -- deep into her mouth. She kissed me back, and ran her fingers through my hair as she orgasmed all over the pole she was riding. I couldn't hold out any longer, and wasn't particularly interested in holding out anyway. So I slammed my dick like a maniac into my mother's pussy with all the muscular power in my body, and came like Hoover dam and high explosives. Mom didn't speak, but made high pitch noises which wound down as my cum gushed into and out of her pussy. I scrunched my eyes shut. What would she say now that the crazy moment had passed? As my balls pushed out the last of their nutrient shake, I began to wonder how I would even face myself. The greatest fuck I'd ever had was with a woman I should never have touched. Should never touch again. This goddess of sex was my own mother! And then I'd freaked out and took off. And now Mom was here, tying to reassure me that this didn't have to terrify me. "Are you going to jump on me right now?" she prodded. "You do still look amazing in that robe thing." I half mumbled. She chuckled a little. "Okay, fine. And if you were to try something and I were to tell you to stop?" I looked up at her immediately. "I would stop, of course, mom! I wouldn't ever intentionally force myself on you or anyone." "Of course you wouldn't." She said. "I know you, Kevin. I've known you all your life. Okay, maybe it was a weird thing that just happened. A crazy thing that shouldn't have happened. But you and I will go on being family, and loving one another like always. I'm sure we can make sure it doesn't happen again." "All I know is that I can see a lot of leg right now, and that outfit isn't helping." "Okay, okay!" she got up, laughing to herself. "If it's really that difficult for you, I'll go put some more clothes on." She headed out the doorway, towards her room. "Obviously you need to be desensitized." She called from the hallway. "Desensitized to what?" I asked. She peeked her head back into the doorway, her long black ponytail swinging free. "Desensitized to your Mom's hot bod" she said through a devilish grin. Then she stuck a single bare leg into the doorway, and bent the knee while pointing the toe. "Oops! Are we in trouble?" She laughed and went on into her room. "Come on tough guy. You'll be just fine. We both will." When I saw her next, she was wearing jeans (tight, but all her jeans were like that) and a T-shirt. She grabbed the phone and teasingly asked if she should call the police before I attacked her. We had an early supper, and I finally let her pull me into the joke. I "accidentally" dropped a fork on the floor, and bent way over to pick it up. I turned to look at her while still sticking my butt into the air, and told her that she'd better control herself. She nearly fell out of her chair laughing, and it seemed that we had become even closer than before. This fake flirting turned into a game that made fun of the accidental (greatest) fuck (of my life,) and relieved any stress I'd had about it. And it allowed us to deal with each other more like equals than we'd ever managed before. I bumped my hip into her while we cleaned up, and told her not to get any funny ideas. She stretched in front of the Friday night television programming, Arching her back magnificently, and said, "Keep those eyes on the screen there, buddy!" before I'd even noticed. I got up to shower before bed. I lifted the hem of my shirt to show her my abs, and then asked, "Am I going to have to lock the bathroom door, now?" She played like she was biting her nails, and said "That might be for the best, Kevin. I'm not sure I can resist your hot bod." With a wink and a smile I went off to bathe, and finally got to bed. I stared at the ceiling of my room. I still wanted to fuck her like crazy. Finding Our Way Ch. 01 Pt. 02 Chapter One: The First Two Times Part 2 The next three days, Mom escalated the "desensitization" process. "I want to be able to sunbathe in the yard without worrying that you might freak out." she explained. So each day the clothes revealed more and more of her lithe 5'10" 120 pound body. On Saturday the change was mild. She wore a tank top that showed the slightest peek of her hard belly instead of a T-shirt. And the jeans were still full length, but these were hip huggers, so I could see the red satin strap of her panties riding above the belt line. The flirtation was merciless too. I guess she liked my abs-flashing from the night before, because she pulled it on me at least three times. And she suddenly seemed to be interested in reaching things that were high up, stretching that body out with dancer grace and ease. Sunday was a scorcher, so I couldn't really blame her for wearing her long black hair up and a bikini top; accenting the length of her neck and the angle of her jawline...not to mention the ideal shape of her breasts. Her tits looked so tempting in that top they made my mouth water, especially since I'd squeezed and licked them recently. The jeans had been swapped for cut-off jean shorts, emphasizing the slender muscle tone of her delicious thighs. I tried not to let the strain they were causing me show. Whenever she flirted, I flirted right back. She brought me lunch, and let her perfect melons dangle right in front of my face. I responded by asking for a coke to go with my sandwich, and giving her a light smack on the tightly covered ass as she went to fetch it. She smiled over her shoulder at me, and said, "Hey now! When I was a waitress, I only ever let my best customers do that!" She rubbed my shoulders after she'd brought me the drink. Monday I had classes, and she had ballet and work. But after we both got home, she changed into a jeans skirt that barely covered her panties, and dark colored high heels that made the muscles in those tight legs pop. She had a white blouse that tied together at the bottom, so I could see her flat tummy. And a turquoise bra showed through the material. She barely flirted verbally, but she kept her legs straight as rails when she bent over to pick things up. It was dark red panties again; cotton, not the satin ones from a day or two before. I couldn't miss it. She even wore red lipstick (a perfect match for the panties.) I was sweating hard. "Um, Mom." I said after the third time she'd reached for something on the table to give me a generous show of the marvels held behind her blouse. "I'm not sure I can take much more of this desensitization." She looked up at me from her plate with a serious look on that green-eyed-angel face. "Yeah, I suppose it has gotten silly, hasn't it? Gone too far?" "I don't know, but the way you look tonight...I can hardly see the food. I can hardly eat." "Sorry kiddo. Maybe the whole desensitization thing was a bad idea. I meant well. You know that, don't you?" "Yeah, Mom. I know." I looked down into my plate, miserable that I couldn't stop lusting after my own mother. "Ugh! But we've got to put a stop to that moping, sweetie. I've got one last idea to try. Eat up, and don't worry. I am going to show you that you can trust yourself, one way or another." "What do you mean? What are you going to do?" "You'll see." she said with a knowing smile. "Just enjoy your dinner, and don't beat yourself up for enjoying the view. Everything will be fine." After dinner, Mom asked if I had plans to go out with my friends. I said no, and kept to myself that I was avoiding running into my ex-girlfriend Kimberly. My friends were her friends too, and I wasn't ready to talk to her. She had only called once after I'd stormed out of her apartment, and had remained silent when I didn't return the call. "If you're staying in, then get ready for bed." Mom said. "But it's just 7:30." I observed. I was no kid at twenty three years old! She hadn't told me to get ready for bed in about five or six years. "I know," she said. "But, like I said, I've got a plan, and the earlier we begin the better. What do you usually wear to bed these days?" "Um...my boxer shorts and a T-shirt." I said. I'd also slept in the buff from time to time, but I wasn't going to mention that with so little information about Mom's great idea. "Great," she said. "Get ready for bed. I'll go brush my teeth and put on some P.J.s" We met up in the living room, dressed as promised. Mom wore a pair of light blue men's pajamas, small. It was still a bit loose on her, but she looked cute in it. Not super sexy, but it definitely had its appeal. I knew that mom had night gowns and robes and probably lingerie, but she clearly picked something that wouldn't get my pulse too high. "Lookin' good, handsome." she said regarding my lose boxers and university themed T-shirt. "Come with me." She beckoned, and headed towards the hall where our bedrooms were located. "Where?" I asked in a shaky voice. "My room. Come oooon. I won't bite or anything. Everything will be okay. Trust your mother. That's what this is all about. Trust." I came as asked, and she told me to lie down on her bed. I lay myself on one side on top of the covers. "What's the big plan?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "It's a two-part plan." She said. The first part is that we stretch out here, and have a nice long talk until it is time to go to sleep. Sound fair and reasonable?" "Uh, yeah. Sure. What'll we talk about?" "This," she said gesturing between the two of us. "What happened the other day, how it's got you all freaked out, and what you're so afraid of. And about why you've got nothing to be afraid of. Do you agree to lie here with me and talk it all out so that the air might clear and you might have some peace?" "Yes. I can agree to that." "Good!" she said. Then she locked the door, and turned off the light. I was a bit startled, but said nothing as she walked over to the other side of the bed. The curtains were drawn, but enough light was coming in to see her profile. She stood there, framed by the late spring sunset rays. Her hands were on her hips as she said, "Which brings us to part two of the plan." Then she bent over, and I heard the soft rub of the pajama pants sliding down her thighs. "Wait. What?" I stammered. She stood up, and pulled the top up over her head and threw it onto the floor. I could see the silhouette of her breasts swaying as she waded on her knees onto the bed, and under the covers. "We are going to talk, Kevin. I'll keep myself covered up, and you can lie on or under the blankets as you see fit. But we will talk, and you will see that you are not ruled by your lusts and instincts. You can even enjoy them while still controlling your actions. In case you didn't quite catch it, I'm naked under here, and I want you to see that it is not a dangerous thing to be around by body." I was completely flummoxed, so she continued. "The door is locked, and you are here with me for the rest of the night. We've got an attached bathroom you can use when you need it, but we are both sleeping here tonight. In this bed. There is a second reason I want to do this. I also want to show you that I trust you. I want to show you that I know that, no matter what, there is nothing for me – or you – to worry about. I've been thinking about this a lot for the last few days, and I am completely certain that we will unlock that door tomorrow morning, happy and close and no longer worried about disaster." And we did talk. I talked a lot, and she did a lot of listening. When I voiced my concerns of some kind of animalistic part of me taking control and invading her, she smiled and pointed out that the very conversation we were having showed how little I needed to worry about that. She was not upset about what had happened under the tree the other day, and she had no reservations about me. She said that she'd always been laid back, about sex; unusually so compared to most. It was how she'd come together with Dad all those years ago, and why she's enjoyed their relationship whether passions were high or low at any given moment. Sex, to her, had never been anything to fear or worry overmuch about. She enjoyed sex when she got it, never really suffered in its absence, and refused to think of it as a destructive force (assuming it is consensual and between adults.) She told me that she was proving it there, in her birthday suit. Eventually I talked a bit about things falling apart with Kimberly. She listened, and didn't say much. But I could tell she had thoughts about the matter. Finally – I have no idea what the time was, but it had been dark for a while – Mom said, "I'm going to roll over now, and try to get some shut eye, Tiger. If you want, you can snuggle up with me. I promise we won't burst into flames or turn into completely different people." I climbed under the sheets, taking my shirt off (it had been tugging at my throat the whole time.) I looked under the blanket at my mother's curved bare back and inviting round bottom. I was sure she knew I was looking, but that was some of the point, right? To look – even enjoy – while seeing that it didn't throw me into a beastly froth. She was shaped like a perfect skinny cello, her pitch black hair swept up over the pillow, away from her sharp jaw line and muscled shoulders. I found that I wanted terribly to pull up close behind her. I also realized that I wanted to show her what her gesture meant to me. I pulled my boxers off, and nuzzled up against her back, and spooned with her. She took a deep sighing breath. "That feels so nice," She said. I reached my arm over her, and I knew that my hand was moving towards her breasts; possibly to pinch her nipples. I didn't know how I even felt about the action any more. But then she caught my hand before it reached its destination. She pulled it to her lips, kissed the palm and then held it there against her lovely face. I was rock hard. She must have felt it against her back. But I felt that this – what we were doing, and nothing more – was all that it needed to be. I love my mother, and cherish her, and stopping as things were seemed like the best way to show it. I felt suddenly drained (emotionally drained, I suppose,) and I drifted off to sleep. I woke up, still nuzzled against my mother's near-perfect form. I knew where I was, how I had gotten there and what had and hadn't happened. I was completely aware of myself. In an instant I realized how childishly paranoid and presumptuous I'd been. I had the choice. I'd had it all along, and now I was free to make it with a clear head. I wasn't going to waste another second choosing foolishly. I let go of my mother's hand, and traced down to cup her breast. I massaged it gently, reverently, and Mom took a deep breath – in her sleep, I assumed – and remained still. I moved my hand to her shoulder, and slowly rolled her back towards me so she lay face up. I took a nipple in my mouth, and squeezed the other. "Mmmm." Mom hummed absently. I released her right breast and slid my palm across her flat stomach. It felt deliriously good. Still circling her nipple with my tongue, I slid the hand down to her pubic mound, which sported a single black strip of pubic hair the width of my pinky finger. I pressed my middle finger into the slit, and it was met by hot silky wetness. She pinched her thighs together and rolled away from me, carrying my hand along with her. I was worried for a second, but then she said, "Ohhh, yesss." I crooked the tip of my finger and found that I'd hit her clit. She shivered and hummed and arched her back, pointing that perfect apple of an ass at my throbbing dick. She may have still been in some erotic dream, but I knew that it was safe; she wouldn't be horrified to find this a reality. We were both on our left sides. My right hand was over her hip and in her crotch. I slid my left arm under her neck and around to clutch those breasts again, and used the right hand to drag her lower body to me. I used the fingers already inside her to spread the lips and make way for my cock. I heard Mom gasp as I adjusted her position, and felt her right thigh lift slightly to let me in. She was so wet, and I had her so wide. I went balls deep on the first slow and steady push. "Ahhhhhh! Yeaaaaaahhhh!" she exhaled. I humped her joyously from behind, her soft ass making a deep palmed clapping sound each time it met the hollows of my hips. I kissed her neck, and she tilted her head to give me clearer access. I felt her hand holding my left to her breasts, and she swerved her hips whenever I held deep in her cunt. Those powerful muscles squeezed again, and I could hear her giggling as I fucked her. This went on for another ten or fifteen minutes with grunting, oohing, ahhing but no real words; only her delightful delighted giggles as I filled her with meat. I had to see her face, her smile as I penetrated this honey layered vagina. I pulled out slowly, and Mom downshifted to pleased moans. When I rolled her onto her back – tits flushed from excitement and my squeezing pinching treatment – her smile was broad and real, but her eyes were closed. I could see movement under her smooth lids, but that happens in sleep too. I sat up to run both hands down her flanks, kissed her hip bone, kissed her pelvic bone and finally began to climb on. She spread her slim thighs, welcoming. I bent over her, sucked a nipple into my mouth, and rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit; sure to tickle her clit. She bucked and tittered, but her eyes stayed shut. I urged the shaft deeper; an easy job in a cunt so sopping wet and willing. "Oh-ho yeah." She said, running a hand along the back of my neck, spreading her legs wider and arching her back. One beautiful tit still in my mouth, I reached down with one hand and grabbed that perfect ass (I don't think I could ever leave that ass alone!) With the other hand I reached up and cupped the side of her smooth skinned face. She took two of my fingers into her mouth almost immediately, and I touched her tonsils in no time flat. This woman didn't know the meaning of "gag reflex." I released the breast from my mouth, and watched her try to swallow my fingers as she fucked against my dick. Eyes. Still. Closed. I began to really pound into her pussy in earnest. It almost hurt my pelvic bone the way I slammed into her. She took it like a champ, laughing with the joy of sex. She lost track of my fingers while my cock carried her away to new places. But her eyes were still closed! Enough was enough. I slowed down my fucking to a gentle loving pace, and leaned down so my mouth was next to her ear. "Wrap your legs around me" I said. I could feel her eyelashes flutter; a butterfly kiss against my cheek. She was silent, and only twisted her hips slowly to meet the long deep penetrations. "I said, wrap those gorgeous legs around me." I told her, pulling my face away to see her – emerald eyes wide open – staring at me with wonder and joy. "I feel more wanted when I feel a pair of legs around my waist." Eyes locked on my face, still humping her groin up to welcome my hard dick, she slowly lifted and curved her right leg up and around my waist. Half a heartbeat later, I felt her wiry left arm hook around my neck and shoulders. She smiled a round white grunting smile as her other arm and leg curled around me. Her limbs constricted, pulling my member all the way into her. "Like this, baby?" she said in a quivering voice, and then she kissed me before I could answer; a peck. Then I felt her tongue flicker against my lips. And then we not just fucking. We were kissing like lovers. I plunged my tongue as deep into her mouth as I could, and she began to writhe and twist her abdomen around my cock. She moaned into my mouth, a sound of relief and celebration. And then she squeezed me; not just my cock with her cunt, but my torso with her muscled arms and sleek legs. Her tonguing and moaning became a shriek. Her globes crushed against my chest, and she thrashed wildly in orgasm even as she held me tight. For a moment I thought she might break my spine in her forceful convulsions! And then she broke our kiss and went limp; laughing from her core. I could feel each chuckle in my rod. I drew back enough to get a good look at those bright green eyes in her heart shaped face, framed by long thick black hair. "What's so funny?" I asked in a voice that was more sleepy than suspicious. I still had all 8 to 9 inches of my dick rigid inside her, so I wasn't worried. She smiled at me and laughed again, giving my dick an extra squeeze while caressing my ass. "So, what do you think? Do I want you?" and she turned her red-lipped smile up full blast. I smiled back at her beauty, and felt each curve of her dancer's body against mine. I didn't reply exactly. But her loveliness inspired a physiological reaction. I clenched the muscles in my penis, making the head swell inside her. When a pussy has been treated with the sort of force and endurance I'd just given to Mom's, she can feel that swelling up. The silent reply thrilled her, and she got a twinkle in her wide green eyes. She released me from her grip, and dropped her left leg flat. Then she pushed my right shoulder up and away before twisting her hips so that – popping out of her with a slick sound - I tumbled over her leg onto my back. She immediately, climbed on top, and reached down between her legs for the dick she craved. With a momentary shift and a slow cooing downward slide, she impaled herself on my flesh; rejoining me with ecstasy. She planted her hands on my chest, and leaned over me. Her hair made a circular black curtain-tunnel with our faces on either end. "Do. I. Want. You?" She asked, slamming her perfect hips down onto mine with each word. Her breasts – glistening with sweat - were squeezed together by her biceps, and they slipped forward and back with her bouncing motion. I wanted to reach up and squeeze them, but, running on pure instinct, I grabbed her narrow waist. My thumbs were about two inches apart. "WANT! YOU!?" She began calling out with each forceful landing of her ass onto my thighs. WANT! YOU! WANT! YOU! WANT! YOU!!!" She was fucking me like a force of nature. Her eyes closed, and she sat up. Her long pitch tresses flew about as she squirmed and bounced. Her arms were up and out, keeping balance and seeming to be raised in grateful celebration. The shiny orbs of her breasts were free, and they bulged, taut, keeping a rhythm that was slightly delayed from the rest of her torso. She lost even the two words as she lost herself: "WAHH! UUH! AHH! OOH!" And even those degenerated into screamed grunting calls of pleasure. "AUHH! AUHH! AUHH! AAAHHHHH!!!!" I finally couldn't take any more, and I dumped the Caspian sea out of my balls and up into the sweetest, strongest, most glorious pussy I've ever known: My mom's. "Afterglow" has such a light and dry – almost sanitary – sound to it, but we were sticky and our limbs felt heavy. Our legs and arms were tangled together in a fallen-together embrace. "It's about time for a shower," Mom said. "I've got to get to my dance lessons before work, and you've still got your classes." I ignored her observation. I stared at the elegant arc of her breasts, and ran my fingertips along one of them. "Did you know this would happen?" I finally asked. She sighed and snuggled deeper into my embrace, lacing fingers with mine, and leaving them together on her breast. "No." She said to the ceiling. "I didn't know. I hoped," she admitted squeezing my fingers with hers, "and I'm glad it did happen. But I knew that there was a chance you would do nothing." "Y'think?" Finding Our Way Ch. 01 Pt. 02 "Of course. And it would have been a good thing for you in that case as well. You could look yourself in the mirror, and say that you are in control. You would be able to say that you had the ability to choose." "Do you think I can say that now?" Her hair began to tickle my nose as she turned to look me in the eye. "Yes, you can. You did! You slept the whole night naked with me, and chose to hold back on your desires." "But when I woke up..." "When you woke up, you were deliberate, but gentle. I was more awake than I let on. I think you know that already. If you'd been forceful or wild or in some way like an animal, I would've stopped you." "Are you sure you could have? Weren't you taking a risk there?" This time she twisted so that she lay on her side facing me. It was similar to last night, but her rippling and dazzling nudity was exposed and naturally in view. She held my face in both hands, and looked me directly in the eye. "No, Kevin, I was not taking a risk there. I have known you all your life, and I trust you. Like I said last night. "An angry shout or – at worst – a slap on the cheek would have been plenty for me to stop someone of your disposition. You aren't some stranger I was trying to test and tempt. You are my son, and it's important that you see how completely I trust you, how completely right I was to trust you and...I'm happy that I could enjoy the bonus of getting to show how deeply I liked having you inside me...again!" This little monologue was beginning to harden my cock, and she saw it. She reached down and slid her grip along my shaft in a twisting motion. She smirked, and said, "And it looks like we'll be able to enjoy it again...but in the shower my sexy young man! Lets go!" The End of "Chapter One: The First Two times" Next will be, "Chapter Two: Experimentation"