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Finding Our Way Ch. 02

By: onlyfiction



Chapter Two: Experimentation

Part 1



Mom and I showered together that morning, but didn't end up doing the kind of sexual things I wanted. Despite what you may read or see in movies, the shower can be a pretty poor place for sexual activity (at least if you're in the shower with the water running.) Mom confessed an eagerness to feel my cock in her mouth, but she wouldn't blow me there because she knew from her married years that the flow of water makes it extremely difficult to breathe. The spray tended to make most positions slightly annoying, usually ending up in someone's face, or else only covering one person, so that the other gets cold.

So, even though our bodies fit together like a perfect 3D puzzle – a flowing sculpture of sex and ecstasy – the shower was not well designed for our play. Maybe we'd get around to redesigning it one day.

As we dressed, we talked quietly about the day ahead. Mom was running late for her dance lesson, and I was going to have to hustle to make it to my class on time. I mentioned that I was going to try to meet up with Kimberly at her usual lunch spot to finally break up with her for real.

"Let her down easy, Kevin," Mom said, stroking my cheek and looking serious. "From what I know of Kim and what you told me last night, I think she deserves to be treated with respect and care. I always liked her, and it seems to me that you've both still got a lot to learn."

I stepped closer to my mother, and cupped her perky little ass in my palms; pulling her against my hard on. "And you're just the woman to teach me, aren't you?" I smirked. Our tongues met in her willing mouth, and Mom's pelvis ground slowly against me.

"Mmmm. I just might be." she said. "I hope so!" she added, giving my ass a squeeze. But for now..." This time she gave it a good slap. "We've got to go! Don't get home too late, I've planned a little surprise for you."

"Really?" I said, heading towards the front door with her. "My lessons are already beginning?"

"Mmnnoo. This surprise isn't a lesson. It's just a...well...you'll see."

"I trust you," I said, and I hugged her once more behind our closed front door, and kissed her softly; with love. Damn! I wanted to tear her clothes off, and fuck her right there and then on the floor. Instead, I released her, and we headed out to our respective days.



I suppose it's easy to understand that I had trouble following the lectures and discussions in my classes that morning (as a senior, I'd found ways to schedule all my classes in the morning.) My mind drifted over and over to my mother's sleek thighs, her hard little mid-section, her soft and firm rear end, those delicious tits, her graceful neck, sharp jaw, gorgeous green eyes over high round cheeks and framed by her long raven hair.

I thought of her touch, her kiss, the wet heat inside her. I thought of how she smiled when I squeezed her breasts and how she sighed and laughed as I shoved my hard member into her over and over. I was confounded by her overall graceful shape, the sharp sexy details I'd discovered on close inspection and her strength: It thrilled and amazed me that my mother, a forty year old woman, could have such a delicate looking frame and yet could support my weight crushing down onto it; could open up to my 23-year-old body's most powerful thrusts, and could arc up and beg for more. How could she be so sexy? How could fucking her be so perfect? How could this be my own mother?

So, yes, the morning classes were a blur. I forced myself to snap out of it for lunch time. I went to the coffee shop that Kim went to every afternoon. It was a local business (which was important to Kim,) the coffee was good and they didn't mind if she brought a bag lunch to eat with her coffee. Kim was already three years out of college, and was working for a middle sized PR firm. She was making decent money, but still bagged her lunches and lived in a small apartment "until I've paid off my credit cards and college loans" she insisted. 

We'd first met at this coffee shop. She was an ambitious young woman, graduated at twenty two, and was already climbing the ladder at her firm. I wasn't exactly a slacker, but I'd taken on my mother's easy going attitude, and was scheduled to graduate only this year before my twenty fourth birthday. But we'd clicked. We had fun together, and the relationship had worked...

...Except for the sex. Kimberly simply radiated sex appeal; even this day I'd come to break up with her. Sharply defined musculature on the thighs were revealed by her short tan business skirt. She had flawless skin and a perfect handful of breasts on a lovely athletic frame. But in bed, she often had to stop me because the size of my dick hurt her. Over time this made her slower and slower to start, and she was less and less able to last. And, finally, a few days ago I'd given up on the whole deal.

When we first met we were both surprised at how readily we'd gotten along, how instant the attraction had been. Now, Kim was surprised to see me in the coffee shop at all. I apologized for being out of contact, but she'd been neither surprised nor offended. She knew that it was over, and was glad that I'd shown up to tell her to her face. Despite the sexual conflict, we still liked each other.

"Kevin," she said. "Y'know how when you break up your ex sometimes says, 'We can still be friends'?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm still kinda friends with one or two exes. Well, we're on friendly terms, at least." I smiled.

"Every guy I've ever dated begged to stay friends. I always said, 'Okay,' because I didn't know what else to say."

"Right." I said, nodding.

"I was never really interested in staying friends with any of them." She looked down at her sandwich, and then up at me. "But I'd really like it if we could stay friends; but I really mean it this time."

"Sure," I said finding that I really meant it too. "That sounds great."

"But we're really going to hang out and stuff like we have in the past, right?"

"Yeah. Definitely." She smiled, and I found myself smiling with her.

"Cool. Then you'll have to get together with me and Doobey and Brian and the rest of those guys for a few beers. We're all still friends."

"Ehhh," I wasn't crazy about seeing Kim's oldest friend Doobey, but I wasn't about to let that dumb ass effect my plans. Kim read my tone and my face, and shot me a don't-be-a-weak-little-punk look. "Look...Yes. Okay. Even Doobey, but not this week. I've got some things to...um..." I saw in my mind that little black strip of hair that ran down my mother's pubic bone. I could almost smell her sex. "...settle into before I can meet up with you guys."

Kim sighed with suspicion, her breasts rising and falling. She took the plastic spoon out of her coffee, put it between her strawberry lips and sucked the cream off of it. She wasn't doing it in any kind of sexy way, but I couldn't help remembering how sweet those lips could taste. "Alright. Next week. But don't even try to blow me off, Kevin. I said I wanted to stay friends, because I figure you can be a good friend to have."

I promised, and we were agreed.

She didn't ask if there was already another woman, and I didn't say. 

I had three more classes to go before I could rush home, and see just how wide Mom's sinewy legs could be spread. I couldn't wait to see. I couldn't wait to hear her laugh and shout.

During my remaining classes I wasn't completely distracted by thoughts of incestuous joys with my mother. Kim's lips and thighs flitted through my mind on occasion too. I was able to go from there to concentrating on the lessons being taught by my professors...at least until I would break down and silently rejoice in the memory of Mom's tongue in my mouth while she squeezed the breath out of me with her arms and legs that morning.

I had to get home. I had to taste her skin again!



Her car was parked in the garage, but I didn't even bother to bring mine through the gate. I came home, thinking of sneaking up on her and ravaging her. I wondered if I was spoiling her surprise. I couldn't get myself to care about some surprise. I couldn't wait to see her narrow torso twist and squirm under and/or over me.

I burst through the front door, and was stunned yet again by my mother. The only sound in the house was my keys falling to the floor.

Mom stood smiling at me, perfectly still. She was decked out in a complete French maid outfit, including black high heels and thin black stockings held up by garters, which led up into a frilly, lacy and extremely short skirt. On top she wore an armless bustier; even one of those maid hats on her black crown.

She held a small silver platter with a frosty beer standing in the center; not unlike the erection in my pants. " 'Allo, master!" she said in a corny French accent, and then she began to walk slowly towards me; bringing each leg straight in front of the other, making her hips sway as if the front hall of our house was a cat walk. And she owned the catwalk.

"Master?" I said rooted to the floor.

"Just for this evening." she said, grinning and speaking out of character for a moment. Her green eyes danced over my face, and she took in the shock and delighted awe that her surprise had put in me. She stopped with the salver and bottle between us. "Maybe later tonight too. We'll see."

She winked and held up the beer.

I took it, too stunned to do anything else. This sort of semi-submissive role-play was a shocking jolt. Everything about it was completely contrary to the woman I'd known all my life. How many times had I, as a child, heard, "I'm not your maid, you know!" She was always eager to get me nice Halloween costumes, but I'd never seen her dress up in anything more exotic than a cocktail dress. She's always been proud – almost defiant – in her insistence that her womanliness be accepted on her terms. A few days earlier I'd stumbled upon her sunbathing nude, and it was this same proud defiance that prevented her from covering up.

And now she was waiting for me in a French maid outfit, calling me master and offering me a beer. I was amazed that I had enough blood in my brain and arm to take the beer she'd proffered.

And next she was slowly lowering herself to her knees and unbuckling my belt; all the while smiling up at me like a dream.

My brains must have scrambled because I asked, "Didn't you go to work today? When did you get that outfit?"

She kept smiling at the lump in my pants as she manipulated the buckle, button and zipper. "Actually, I got it back on Saturday." Today was Tuesday. "I'd planned this to be my last ditch effort when we were 'trying' to 'desensitize' you." She reached into my shorts, and pulled out my rod like a triumphant fisher-woman who'd caught the fish she'd been looking for. "Ooh-la-la!" and she gave it a nice long lick from root to tip.

I shuddered, nearly spilling beer on Mom's head.

"But by yesterday I could see that the fun and games was just stressing you out, so...well...you know what happened last night." She was stroking my shaft as she talked, staring only at the meat. "And what happened this morning." She gave it another hearty pass of her tongue, and then placed my cock head gently between her teeth in order to free up her hands. I tried sipping the beer, but it was no use. She reached down to the front of her bustier (I carefully put the beer into a loose change bowl we kept near the front door) and unfastened a few hooks. Her tits positively sprang free, and she hummed in relief around the tip of my manhood.

The words, the view, the humming. I shuddered again as a drop of pre-cum must have escaped. She reached back up to hold her prize, and her eyes lit up for a moment. She sucked and then opened her mouth to release me with an excruciating popping sound. "I tasted that!" she said with a huge grin. Then she swallowed, and pouted up at me. I hadn't noticed the cherry red lipstick until that moment. "'Ave you more for moi', Master?" she said, returning to the fake French accent.

My blood was beginning to boil. My face turned red.

She popped my dick back into her mouth, and swabbed her tonsils with the head. 

"Uh! Oh gah!!" escaped my lips.

Thus encouraged, her head bobbed, her mouth slurped and her throat hummed. I was totally out of my league here. My whole body was rigid. The most I could manage was to gently trace the crown of her head with my fingertips. 

What was that? 

She was using her throat in a way; it felt like she was actually trying to swallow the head my dick!

"Ohhhhh!" My voice began to escalate in the single drawn out word.

And just as fast as that, she withdrew my member from her face, and looked up at me with an innocent expression. "Jour day was good, oui?" She punctuated her question with a loving, sucking kiss to the side of my now-bright-red pole, and then blinked those huge green eyes up at me. I could feel her bare tits pressing warmth into my thighs. She gently squeezed at my dick with her left hand while keeping balance with her right.

"Uhh. Not bad I guess."

"Not bad?" she said in mock concern, and gave me an extra tight squeeze of support and interest.

"Uhhhhh. Yeah, no. I had trouble concentrating. I couldn't pay attention in my classes."

"But I 'ave your attention now, oui?"

"Ohh, oui! You sure do," I said, and I lovingly cupped her cheek in my hand. She tilted her face into my gesture with a soothed smile. "I couldn't concentrate in class because I couldn't stop thinking about you."

This got me the smile I'd hoped for. "Ahh," she said, still in character. She gave my head a tiny nibble, then continued. "Zis I can understand. I too had troubles at my work and at ballet." She absently rubbed my penis against her cheek, as she spoke to me in her pretend serious tone. "I was late coming to ballet, and I had to leave early." She sucked gently at the tip, looking as if she were pondering a difficult thought.

"Early? Wh-wh-why did you have to leave early?" I could barely keep my balance standing straight on my feet.

She rolled her eyes theatrically, "Ah, I was too wet, you see? I was afraid that the other girls in the class would see a big. Wet. Spot. On my leotard. I was afraid they would see 'ow wet my pussy 'as become.

"Because you were thinking of me?"

Her face turned serious as she dropped the act. "Of course I was wet thinking about you, Kevin. I couldn't wait to see you, to touch you. I couldn't wait dress like this for you, to see your handsome face when you saw me. I got so wet thinking about what you might do; about what you've already done with me. I had to run out of class to keep everyone from seeing how hot and eager my son was making my pussy. That wet spot would've given me away, how desperate I was to touch your cock again, to stroke it, to kiss it! To have you push it inside me." She blinked rapidly, and nuzzled up against my penis. Finally with a husky voice I'd never heard from her before, she said, "I can't even begin to tell you how much I love having your pipe at the back of my throat, your balls on my chin."

This, finally, was too much. Mom bare-ass under the backyard tree and in her bed. Mom in slutty outfits. Mom dressed and playing like my sexual servant. It all pushed me to my limits. But this – Mom talking this grateful and desperate dirty talk – pushed me over the edge.

She let my dick slide out of her hand – her face lit like a girl getting her Christmas present - as I bent down to grab her under her arms. I lifted her 120 pounds of muscle, skin and sex appeal into the air and tipped her towards me so she could grab onto me. She laughed – literally, "Tee hee heeee!!!" - put her hands on my shoulders and wrapped her stocking covered legs around my waist. This allowed me to free one arm to reach it around her waist, and to turn us so her back was against a full length mirror mounted to the entrance hall wall. When I pressed her to the wall, she gasped out a breathy, "Yeah!" 

Thanks to Mom's earlier attention, my jeans simply fell around my ankles. I took my other hand out from under her arm, and slid it along her glorious thigh up the short bushy maid's skirt. Her eyes flashed, and I could feel the garters. Further along the smooth path to my greatest desire, and I felt the rough textures of lacy underwear. I was disappointed for a moment to find any underwear at all, until – almost with a mind of its own – my fingers groped their way to the crotch of the panties...only to find the crotch missing!

My mother's bare tits were in my face, thanks to her elevation, but I knew I was going to lower her. I put two fingers in; damp to the second knuckles with her desire. I could hear her taking short gasps as I swirled my fingers around inside her cunt and my tongue over her erect nipples.

I let gravity slide her down down the mirror towards my swelling cock. I looked up to her face to see her smiling maniacally down into my face. I got her down just far enough that the tip of my cock was moistened by her wide open pussy. Both of my hands were squeezing her sweet little ass. The thrill of anticipation was all over mom's face, and I could feel it likewise in my balls. But I held her there for a second to tease us both.

Mom bent her neck down to kiss me gently on the lips. "Why Master," she said in her pseudo-French accent. "What are you do-eeng?" 

My cock head swelled at her pink entrance. "Can't you guess, my dear?" It was the best I could come up with, with so little blood between my ears.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, and my dick could feel her bounce slightly as she feigned surprise. "Sure-lee you do not mean to put such a biiiig and 'ard cock in my leettle pussee!" 

She giggled then. I dropped her straight down onto it, and the giggle exploded into a roaring laughter. "Oho FUCK YES!" she shrieked, the bullshit French accent forgotten. She shoved her tongue into my mouth, and fucked me for all she was worth. She bucked. She twisted, rubbing her gorgeous tits against me. She squeezed with her pussy muscles and with her legs. She nearly knocked me over!

And then the dirty talk just began to flow. "Oh fuck oh yes oh FUCK yes, Kevin. There it is! There's your amazing DICK! Deep in my pussy! Right where it belongs! I've been so wet and starving for it, baby. Oh! OH! Oh Fuck! OOH! Right back inside me! Guh! UUUHH! Yes! I'm so full! EE-YESSS! You're so hard and deep in me, baby! FUCK! I wanted it so bad! I needed your cock in me so FUCKING bad! Yes yes yes yes! Yeeeeesssssss!"

I'd like to say that we went at it for another hour, changing up positions, and ripping her costume to shreds in the process. But we'd both gotten so hugely overstimulated in anticipation of seeing each other that Mom's last long "Yeeeeesssssss!" included her cunt muscles squeezing my dick with a force that could have broken bones. This made me erupt so hard I feared I might propel her, head first into the ceiling. I wouldn't say simultaneous orgasm so much as an orgasmic domino effect.

We slid down the wall mirror, and crumpled onto the floor; forming a small puddle of joy goo beneath us. I was on my knees. She was on my lap facing me, and my head was resting on her shoulder. We were both gasping for breath. We rolled together onto our sides, Mom twitching in tiny aftershocks.

She began to giggle again, and I looked up at her with my own deeply satisfied smile. "What's so funny now?"

"Ohhh!" she exhaled, looking up at the ceiling with a luxury that seemed to dismiss the desperation we'd both just shared. "I just realized, hee-hee." She turned to kiss my nose. "I forgot to say..." She kissed my lips softly, sucking gently on my lower lip as she pulled back, smiling into my eyes. "Welcome home."

Part 2

The morning's revelatory sex, the breakup with Kim, the day's anticipation of seeing each other again and the early evening's athletic return to sex left my mother and me in an exhausted euphoric daze. We stumbled through a diner of reheated leftovers, and lingered in the living room – and then in the bedroom - in our underwear (she'd changed out of the crotchless pair we'd used so well in favor of a simple silky peach colored pair and a matching spaghetti strap top.) 


Finding Our Way Ch. 02



Tired from all the intensity, we simply lay together and talked for a while. I told her how deeply I'd enjoyed her French maid costume ("I could tell!" she said with a lazy smile,) and how I'd never seen her in that way before.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "In what way?"

"In two ways. Firstly, I've never seen you do anything like role play before," She took my hand and gently bit my middle finger below the first knuckle. I had to clear my throat. "...and I've never seen you do anything even a little bit submissive." Her eyebrows rose. "I admit you weren't really very submissive in the costume, but calling me master and then getting down to open my pants and to take me in your mouth like that..."

She released my finger from her teeth, and reached for my boxer shorts. "Well, no matter what sort of role I played, I was determined to get this in my mouth." I stiffened as she got her small hand through the hole in the front and around the base of my manhood. "But, yeah," she continued, "I know what you mean. It was a little experiment. It was fun for me too. We can revisit that some time if you want to." She began running the very tips of her finger nails up and down the length of my shaft, never touching the head. "But not tonight, okay?"

"No, I agree. I've had enough experimentation for today." I said, running the palm of my hand up the arm that she was using to reach inside my shorts. "Nothing radical tonight. Nothing wild." I squeezed her shoulder, and inched closer to her.

Stroking me tighter now with the one hand, mom cupped my jawline and cheek with the other. She shook her head and said, "No, nothing wild at all." with a smile that should have been laughing.

Mom slid towards me for a kiss, then she rolled onto her back and parted her dancer's legs as I approached. We shared a languid kiss as I climbed on top of her. I began rubbing her breasts through her top, and she began to tug my boxers off with short fierce jerks. I lifted the spaghetti-strapped top to her long angular neck, exposing and kissing her soft round breasts. She was working my cock with both hands now, twisting in opposite directions. She let out a small sigh, like someone makes after a swallow of a delicious drink. She was pulling me towards her; I could even feel her using the heels of her feet trying to nudge me to her. Suddenly I felt that wet hole she was keeping hot for me.

I looked up from her succulent chest to her face; dark hair framing hungry green eyes and an open mouth. "When did you get your panties off?" I asked, amazed that I hadn't caught such an important event. 

One of her hands came off my dick, and she dug her nails into my ass. "Fuck me now! I'll tell you later!"

I obliged. And, like each of the other times, Mom's cunt was the hottest wettest magical kingdom I'd ever had the privilege to explore. She let out a moan that mixed pain and relief, and her hard slim legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

We tongued and I kissed her face, neck and breasts; even her shoulders at one point. I drilled her with a steady long stroke for what must have been twenty five minutes to Mom's dirty cheering approval. 

Finally, I decided to pick up the pace, and started fucking her in high gear. Her legs couldn't hold onto my waist anymore, so she just spread them – nearly forming a horizontal line – and let me play. Her chest heaved and bounced magnificently above the gasping plane of her stomach as I shook her frame with my now glistening rod. My mother's dirty talk fell away to incoherent whooping and cries of glee.

We didn't flop around into multiple positions, and – as agreed – we didn't try anything new. But it was passionate and deeply intimate. It was just what we wanted.

My mother and I came together after she'd already coated my balls with her cream twice. Mom was so moved that she went down and licked my rod clean. I was emotionally and physically spent, so I couldn't respond in any way other than smiling and just enjoying it. When she was satisfied that she'd tasted us as best she could she came back up, and looked at me like I was some kind of great new discovery.

"That was wonderful," my sylphlike mother said, as she lay her head on my chest, and slung a graceful thigh across my midsection.

I was so utterly satisfied that I didn't respond, opting instead to simply run my hand up and down the proffered thigh and stare at the ceiling.

"Don't worry," she said, mistaking my silence for discontent. She scratched curiously at my chest. "I have more planned for this weekend. Not more role play, but it should be excellent."

I was eager to see what she had in mind, but for now I had to sleep.



I jumped her the following morning (Wednesday) before she could get into the shower. She had to brace herself against the rim of the tub while I fucked her like crazy from behind, and she practically sang about how deeply she agreed with my pole between her legs. Her tits swayed, begging for my fingers, and her hair flew wild. That tight little ass turned red with the percussion, but it never missed a beat.

I fingered her that evening in front of the television. She left my hand aching but frothy with her sex. In return, she gave me a little strip tease at bed time. Then she sucked me off while humping her naked lissome body against my leg, and fingering herself to a second orgasm. She swallowed every drop of my cum with a humming grin.



Thursday, in her continued enthusiasm for "having your pipe at the back of my throat, your balls on my chin," she sat under the table during dinner, and blew me with wild vigor; daring me to finish my meal before she finished me off. No one loses in these sorts of contests.

In bed she sat on my face, and howled like a goddamned banshee. I swear the windows were vibrating! Her ass was on my chin, so I could look up the valley of her magnificent body as I tasted her innermost moistness. I stroked myself the whole time, and – to my own surprise – came twice in the exercise. Mom licked me clean like she had Tuesday night, and we slept soundly together the same way as well.

But she wouldn't tell me what the surprise "experiment" was going to be. That – she insisted – would begin Friday night. Begin on Friday night!?



Friday morning she was having none of my monkey business at the bathtub, and warned me that I shouldn't expect any when I got home from classes. "Save your strength for tonight, baby." was her only advice; her only warning.

Part 3

"Your mom?" Kim was incredulous. "You're blowing off beers with us so you can have some 'quality time' with your mother?" If only she knew the quality of the time I'd been having with my mother! But I couldn't think of that now. It was mid-afternoon, and Kim had finished off work early to grab me for a quick coffee. Just friends, of course.

"Look," I reasoned. "I told you before that I wasn't going to be available to hang out before next week."

"Yes," she answered, doubtful, "but you said that was because you had to settle into some thing or things, whatever that means." It meant that I wanted plenty of time to "settle" into the V formed by my mother's parted thighs, but that wasn't any of Kimberly's business. I'd broken things off with her earlier that week. I was game to try staying friends – she was still one of the sexiest and smartest twenty-somethings I'd ever met, and just great to spend time with – but I wasn't going to let that keep me when Mom's open arms (and open mouth) were waiting for me...and whatever "experiment" she'd planned for tonight!

"Yeah, and I've been so busy with...that...that Mom's barely seen me" dressed, I added in my mind. "You know how close I am with my mother, Kimberly." You have no idea. "She's good people," and an amazing lay.

"Yeah, I always did like your mom." Kim still showed the conflicted look I saw on the face of every girl I ever dated. On one hand, my mom really was one of the most easy-going pleasant people to be around. Just having her in the room tends to lighten the mood. But on the other hand, the girls I dated could never help feeling intimidated by Mom's inspiring ballet-dancer-with-tits figure, flawless skin and striking bright green eyes. Kim had less to be insecure about than most girls, she was shaped like raw sex with curly reddish brown hair. Too bad her bed play rarely lived up to that shape. Anyway, Mom was hard to dislike, and Kim wasn't in any position to hold a grudge against Mom. Not as far as she knew, anyway. Kim sighed. "Okay. Say 'Hey' to your mom for me. And I expect to see you for beers early next week. And you're going to come even if Doobie is there too."

Doobie was another story for another time. "Sure. I'll be there. I promise." 

I meant it, and I would keep my promise in just a few days.

But first was Mom's surprise "experiment." I did my best not to break the speed limit by too much.



I picked up a small bunch of flowers at a flower shop on the way home. Between that and the detour with Kim I didn't have a chance of getting home ahead of Mom like I'd planned. I'd wanted her to come home to a vase of fresh spring flowers.

When I got home, Mom was pacing slowly around the living room, still in one of her black office pencil skirts (no stockings today. Just miles of smooth skin curving up into the skirt,) and a white blouse. Her coal colored hair was bunched up on her head – held there by a series of pins and what looked like a pair of fancy lacquered chop sticks – beautifully accentuating her long graceful neck. The phone was to her ear.

I sneaked around to the kitchen, and filled a cut glass vase with water and the flowers. Mom was still talking to someone on the land line when I made my way into the living room undetected. She was standing still now, smiling, and her slinky form looked mouthwatering.

Yeah!" she said into the phone. "Yeah, we'll have to do that some time!" She turned to see me and the flowers. Her smile opened wider and her eyes flashed as she mouthed, "Hi!" to me. She licked her lips – a subconscious gesture – and said, "Actually, Kevin is pulling in now. I'll be sure to tell him. No, it's fine. Yes. Definitely. Maybe lunch next week? Okay. Sure. Great. Okay, I'll tell him. Okay. Bye!" Her eyes were locked playfully on me the whole time, and I silently stared back; my hunger for her building.

My mother strutted towards me, her high heels muted by the carpeting. "Hey, sexy." she said, letting a hand drift briefly over the place on her skirt where her long legs met.

"Hey, gorgeous!" I answered, and she crashed into me; tits swelling against my chest and her pelvic bone rubbing against my hard on. We kissed deep and with fire. Her fingers ran up the back of my neck and into my hair while my hands slid down to her pencil skirt, and cupped an ass that belonged on a twenty year old gymnast rather than my forty year old mother. She felt good in my hands, melting against my body. She smelled good. Her tongue tasted good. Her moan of appreciation sounded better than waves on a tropical beach. 

"Who was that on the phone?" I asked when our kiss finally broke.

"It was your good just-friends friend Kim," Mom said, still snuggling against my body. "She says your phone must be dead, because she tried calling you first."

"Huh," was all I said. Later I would notice that it was true. "Is that what you were supposed to tell me?"

"Oh, no. We talked for a while. She told me about how you two had broken up, but were still trying to be friends, just friends; nothing I didn't already know. She seemed worried that you were trying to blow her off, but insisted that she didn't want to trespass on our 'quality time.' " I squeezed Mom's left ass cheek, and she smiled up at me adoringly. "I told her that I am going to need to ride your beautiful cock tonight and tomorrow, but that – assuming you really fuck me like the stallion I know you are – I could probably spare you to go out with her and 'the guys' for a few beers on Sunday evening; though I'll probably want to give you a tongue bath before you head out." She was squeezing my ass now, and showing a Cheshire grin. "You should probably eat my pussy out too. She usually needs a kiss after the rough treatment your monster dick gives her."

I smiled and shook my head. "So I'm supposed to meet up with Kim and them Sunday evening then?"

"A titan in the bedroom, and so smart too." my mother quipped, and we kissed some more.

"What was that about lunch next week?" I asked, wishing I could push my finger right through the skirt and into her anus.

"Oh, that. She and I are going to have lunch. I always got along well with her, Kevin, and I think she could use a woman friend to talk to."

"Even if that woman friend is taking her ex-boyfriend to bed every night? And some afternoons and evenings? And even that morning by the bathtub?"

"She doesn't know about that, and I don't expect she or anyone else will. It won't be a problem. Who knows, I may inadvertently pick up a tip or two on how to really make you howl." I doubted there was much Kim could teach my mother. But the other way around...what could it hurt?

All that rubbing and kissing and dirty talk got my blood up, so I reached down, and began to lift Mom's skirt. Her legs felt so good. It was as if I hadn't touched them in weeks. But then she put her hands on my wrists to keep the skirt down (where it didn't belong, in my opinion.)

"Easy there, Tiger. Let's have dinner first."

"I'm only in the mood for one thing: Mommy a la mode."

"Al Fresco a week ago today, and now a la mode? I do...appreciate...your appetite. But you can have whatever you like – however you like it – for desert. For now, let's concentrate on dinner.



I tried three more times (Slipping my arms around her while she prepared dinner and grinding into her back side the first time. Holding her face-to-face, kissing her neck and cupping her naval orange sized breasts on the second try. I even tried popping her up onto the dining room table while we were laying out the dishes, and tried to fit my head up that pencil skirt of hers.) But each time Mom refused with conflict written across her face.

She wanted us to eat and to talk before we took things to the bedroom. We started dinner sitting opposite one another at the large dining room table, but it felt weird to us. We were too close to sit so far apart. So we moved Mom's place setting over to sit at my right.

"This is better." she said. "This makes more sense for this talk."

"What's on your mind, Mom?"

"The nature of our relationship, Kevin."

I considered playing dumb and asking if there was a problem, but Mom had already made it abundantly clear that she planned this weekend to be one of hard wet play.

"I've got to tell you, Sweetie, if someone had told me before that one day I'd be sweating and smiling and spreading my thighs under your muscular naked body I would've thought they were sick and crazy. But," here she smiled and guffawed and shook her head. "I am absolutely thrilled by what you've got, what you give me and how much you enjoy what I oh-so-willingly – Happily! - give to you."

"I feel the same way, Mom."

"Good! But this obviously marks a dramatic change from our usual mother-son relationship. We have begun to know each other now as a man and a woman."

"And what a woman!" I chimed in."

She smiled, and said, "You may be the finest man I've ever known, Baby. You're certainly the greatest sex partner, and the most beautifully sculpted male form I've ever been allowed to put my hands and mouth on." She stared at me hungrily, but then blinked it away. "But I also know what a decent and sweet guy you are. I know it because I have literally known you all your life. I know you, probably better than any woman alive. And it is excellent. It is the most excellent thing that has happened to my vagina since...well...since your arrival to this world. And since you are treating me very much as a woman, I want to treat you fairly as a man. I want to clear up one small problem that I worry might come up some time in the future. 

"I know you, Kevin, and I know what a decent guy you can be. I know that you wouldn't ever hurt me if you could possibly avoid it. But I worry that this dread of hurting my feelings will hold you to me even if you no longer wish to be with me."

"But why would I ever..."

"Things change, sweetheart; sometimes even when we don't want them to. The likely change I wonder about involves the age difference. I've been very fortunate so far in the youthfulness and virility of my face and body. But I will definitely not look like this in ten years. You will be a thirty two year old man, and a fifty year old woman may just be too old for you."

"No."

"Just hear me out. Right now things are red hot, and I'm lovin' every minute of it. I intend to enjoy your gifts for just as long as you continue to willingly give of them. But I don't want you to hang on if a time comes when you don't want to. Maybe that day will never come. Maybe we'll find a way to keep everybody happy. I'll be thrilled if we manage that. But I don't want you to hurt yourself in order to dodge hurting me. Of course it would hurt to loose what I've got in bed with you. But you are my son. I love you, and I can and will be happy for any happiness you find; even if it is with another woman."

"Look, Mom...okay, fine...Whatever you say...But that's just not going to happen. I want you to keep getting naked with me, and I don't want some bullshit 'He'll be happier with a younger woman' excuse for going off and fucking around with one of your old boyfriends. Either you are my woman, or we can quit this right now and you can go back to dating those other older guys."

"Like I've said, none of them have had what I want."

"And now?" I asked flagrantly fishing for a compliment.

She smiled, and unzipped my fly. She never withdrew eye contact with me, but she pulled my cock out and began stroking it to full size. "Now I want this. I want it for a long long time." I didn't know if she meant hours, days or years. I was eager to give it to her in any case. "But first," she added. "I want to show you what I've set up in the bedroom."



Saturday, the next morning. Technically it was the afternoon, but we were still treating it as morning. We'd slept until eleven A.M., kissed, touched and talked quietly for an hour – too spent from Friday night's athletics to do much more - and then I'd gone to the kitchen for half an hour. I met up with mom in the den with a tray of juice, toast and scrambled eggs, only to find my mother on the couch watching the video with one hand in her pajama bottoms, her slender legs spread casually. A tiny remote in her free hand. 

"Wow! You really couldn't wait for me, could you!"

She smiled up at me, and I could see movement under the crotch of her satiny pants. "Yeah," she said with no apology. "I watched ahead while you prepared breakfast. Don't worry we can start from the beginning. I've already made some observations. Observation number one: We are hot!"

The previous night, when I'd come to the bedroom, I was a little worried that Mom might have "set up" chains and shackles or a swing (which might not have been too bad) or a tower of power (I don't actually know what that is, but it sounds unpleasant to me.) To my relief she'd only set up a video camera on a tripod near one corner of the bed. Mom wanted to be "experimental" both in the usual trying-something-we've-never-done-before way and in a pseudo-scientific way. "Tonight, if you're game," she'd said as I'd stared at the small camera, "we're gonna make excellent use of this bed, and we'll try our best to put the camera out of our minds. Then, later – some time tomorrow I guess – we'll review the video and make observations."




Finding Our Way Ch. 02



"What kind of observations?"

"Things we like. Things we could do without. Things we think could be improved. Anything. Any ideas or thoughts we can come up with from the observations of the video we'll make tonight."

I hadn't been sure I understood exactly what she's had in mind, but she was already stroking my cock and assuring me that she would help me forget the camera was even there. Frankly, I've never been camera shy. My mother is smoking hot, she'd been stroking me, promising to do things to me that would make me forget all about the camera and inviting me to roll naked with her on that bed. I'd been in no way inclined to say No.

Now, in the den, Mom used her free hand to point the tiny remote at the camera, which was hooked up to the television. (She had connected them. She was one of the few females I'd ever met who didn't at least pretend to have anxiety around technology.) "Come on and sit down with me, and give me a bite of that toast!" she said.

"Should I hold it for you, so you can keep your hand down in there?" I teased. She seemed to consider the idea. I sat down next to her, and put the free standing tray in front of us. I reached for her waistband. "Here. I'd rather help you with that!"

"Smiling she took her hand out of her P.J.s and slapped my hand away. Let's at least try to get through some of this video, and see if we can learn anything."

"At least give me a taste or a sniff." I said in mock complaint.

"The smell would probably be more your cum than my juices anyway. After last night I'm surprised you've got any fluids left in your body."

I drank half a glass of orange juice in acknowledgment of the truth of the statement, and waggled my eyebrows at her.

She stuck her fingers in her mouth, hummed and nodded. "Yep. I was right. Delicious. Thank you, by the way. You really hit the spot!"

"There's more where that came from."

"Just toast and juice for now, thanks."

With that she remote controlled the camera to begin playing our very personal video.



It begins blurry, but auto-adjusts to a close up of my mother's face. With such a fantastic body it's easy to lose track of how beautiful her face really is. Her eyes are the purest emeralds resting on a high powered halogen bulb. So green! So bright! She is smiling joyously, her nostrils flared with excitement, and she quietly says, "This is for you, Kevin. I'm so excited you're my man!"

She steps back, and the view auto adjusts to show the bed. I'm on it on my knees. My shirt is already off (it almost surprises me how hard my body looks. My abdominals are showing and my chest looks chiseled. I kept lifting weights after high school, and my time with Kim intensified the schedule for a time. I'm not a bad specimen at all,) and I'm breathing hard with the excitement of Mom's "preparing" me. She crawls onto the bed. That black pencil skirt is nowhere to be seen, but the dizzying curvature of her ass is marked well by a pair of silky black panties. The camera cannot catch her tiny waist, but her matching black bra can be seen to sway as she makes her way over to me.

Still on her hands and knees, she kisses my stomach. My voice caries over slightly muffled, "What did you say?" Her response is unintelligible, but watching it in the den I can remember that her words are "You'll see tomorrow." The camera fails to show the winning smile she beams at me, then she begins kissing up my torso from my navel to my upper abs to my chest, collar bone, neck... Finally she is upright on her knees like me, and we are kissing. The view is from behind, but it is obvious, that our tongues must be deep in one another's mouth.

One of my hands (my right) is cupping that glorious ass, and the other is stroking her long black hair. Her arms are locked around my waist. What a beautiful sight she is, even from behind!



In the den, watching us make out on screen, I feel Mom's hand, slightly sticky (from the previous hours of fluid exchange or just from the orange juice? I don't care which,) take my own. She tilts her head onto my shoulder. I look down at her, snuggled into me on my right. Her face is hidden from me, but I can see her right hand resting on the groin of her pajamas.



The muffled sound of my voice can be heard, but not understood. 



In the den, Mom imitates my voice poorly, but recalls my words well, "If you wanna make a show, then let's make a show." She snorts, and I crack a smile while squeezing her shoulder.



My left hand releases her heir, and pinches the back of her bra. The straps pop apart, but hang on her shoulder. Then, with my right hand on her hip and my left on her shoulder, I guide her to turn around until she is grinding her ass into my crotch and the loosely hanging bra is exposing one nipple to the camera. Mom can be heard humming approval, and then she gasps as my hands reach around her and simultaneously pluck the bra off and slide the other hand down the front of her panties. 

Mom's hair is covering her eyes, but her smile is wide. She's grinding harder now and grunting. My left hand is cupping one of the two most symmetrically ideal breasts I've ever seen let alone touched. The nipple can be just barely made out between my fingers (and we both remember that I'm pinching those two fingers together for that extra bit of oomph.) Mom's breathing is getting shallow, and she's really leaning forward into my cupping hand and pushing back against my boxer shorts. Her left arm is up, over her head and back behind mine; stroking my hair. Her right is holding onto my right forearm.



"This is one of the parts I wanted to talk with you about, Kevin." my mother says. "Let's let it play a bit further, then I'm going to pause it. Just a heads up." She doesn't sound upset, and the vision of her on the screen looks positively delirious.



We hold this position, dry humping up on our knees, for another minute. Finally I release her breast, and she falls forward onto her hands and knees. I pull my hand out of her groin and use both hands to pull the panties off of her. She's wagging her ass and making happy squeaking sounds; smiling at the camera and lifting her knees so I can pull them completely off of her.

She rolls away from me, onto her back, props her upper body up onto her elbows so she can have a good view of me and spreads her legs in beautiful invitation. I stand up on the bed, and pull my shorts down. It looks like a nine inch long red hot rod of iron. Mom reaches up to my dick as I step towards her, and then we freeze in place.



"Okay," Mom began, "now you can see on my face that I'm having a good time. So remember that I'm talking now about what could be done to make a very good thing even better, okay?"

"Okay. Relax professor. I'm not going to flip out. What is your observation?"

She gave me a kiss on the cheek just for that, and she grabbed my thigh as a bonus.

"You got your hands down into my panties pretty fast."

"Uh huh. I'd have my hands in your pajama bottoms right now if I thought you'd be cool with it. In between your legs is one of my favorite places to put my hands...and other things." I smiled at her and waited.

"And you know I love having all your things in there. But...well, some women like a slower start. It can be even more exciting. My observation is just that you may have more success – and maybe longer lasting success in bed with women if you – at least some times – take your time making your way down there."

" 'Some women'? Success in bed with 'women'? What are you talking about? Are you trying to be scientific sounding or do you have some other woman in mind? I mean you're the woman I want...I want you right now, in fact...and you've never had the trouble taking me fast and deep."

"And I love every inch of what you're giving me. The proof is coming up on the video. Good gods, it feels like the most perfect fit when you're inside me. But...Well, take Kimberly, for example. I think you two may have..."

"Kim? How did we end up talking about Kim?"

"Who knows, Kevin? Maybe you two will decide to try being intimate again. It would help you to know..."

"I'm trying to stay calm here, Mom, but it's not easy. I told you last night that I want you..."

"And I told you last night that I could and would be happy for you if you found happiness with another woman." She slid her hand through the front hole of my boxers, and I could feel each finger snaking around my shaft. "That doesn't necessarily have to exclude me if you don't want it to. I'm certainly not in a hurry to let this...slip...out of my grasp."

My mother's touch and her words were more than a little bit thrilling, but talking with women about threesomes had gotten me in trouble in the past. My policy was that if a woman I was with wanted to do it, I was game, but pushing for it to happen tended to lead to bruised feelings and break-ups.

"You can at least look at it this way: I love having your cock in me when you put it in right away, but I would also like it if, occasionally, you eased your way in; maybe tease me a little bit with it. I think that this would be good for you to practice for my pleasure, and it may serve you (or us) in the future beyond simply getting the two of us off. Okay?" She gave me an extra squeeze.

I didn't dare respond, unsure even of what I felt about the whole thing. 

"Let's keep going." she said, and removed her hands from my trunks to grab and point the remote at the camera.



Our bodies go back into motion. I step into the wide angle her legs are creating, and she grabs my dick like it's her own personal treasure she wants returned immediately. I ease down onto her, and her hand is already at work, twisting, squeezing and guiding my meat (the meat she has claimed with her eyes and her hands) to the meeting of her lean thighs.

"O-AH!" she exclaims as I entered her. 



Beside me I could hear Mom gasp and whisper to herself, "Yes, finally."



My body moves in its fucking movement slowly, but my mother's slimmer form is already thrashing around beneath me; bucking and fucking against my rod. Her heels are digging into my ass urging me to fuck faster. Fuck harder. She's screaming, but there are no words.



I chuckled. "Slow and easy doesn't seem to be what you're looking for there, Mom."

She shrugs, not daring to look away from the raw sex on the screen. "Going slow is just one possibility that occurred to me, Kevin. It's no surprise. It drives me completely crazy when I can feel you in and on top of me." Her hand was back down her pajama trousers, and we were still fucking on the screen like a pair of epileptics in a final lusty frenzy.

We both knew that the pair on the screen were going to be in that position for a while, so we took the opportunity to nibble some more breakfast and to kiss for a bit. On screen, my mother and I slammed our privates together (in combination with sucking, grunting and exclaiming our approval) for a good fifteen minutes or so while Mom and I kissed on the couch. Her hand was busy in her pants, and I had my free hand (the hand that wasn't around her shoulder – holding her to me) was stroking and squeezing her breasts under her silky top.

It was quiet and sedate compared to most of the action we'd shared, but nice in a way that brought us even closer. Even the sounds coming from the TV didn't sound like regular porn. We were saying each other's names on screen, and there seemed to be feeling in our voices that you wouldn't hear on a professional production.

At some point we heard my mother's voice saying, "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhh!" under the steady pounding of my cock, and Mom snapped out of the make out session. "Ooh! This next part coming up is great!" She didn't ask me to let go of her tits (so I didn't,) but her focus was back on the screen.



We are still thrashing and sweating together in missionary position. Mom has one leg wrapped around my waist. But the other has flown loose, and is just swaying in the air; jolted with each thrust her pussy receives. The "Uh, uh" sounds she was making before have slid into a soft "AaaAaaAaaAaaAaaAaa" in the rhythm of our sex.

I slow to a stop, and draw out of her. We both make grunting and groaning sounds as my penis is loosed from Mom's warm wet middle, where it so obviously should be. But I keep drawing back until I'm sitting back on my heels. I reach out for hands. She gives them to me, clearly unaware of what I have planned and clearly ready to participate in whatever it may be. I back up off the bed towards the camera. Mom scoots along the sheets to me; elation mixed with confusion on her lovely face. And as soon as her body is within my reach, I grab her, lift her up into the air and hold her to my chest. Her legs come around me as I lower her to my cock. "Holy-fucking-shit!" she cries as her open hole (not visible to the camera, but we know) feels the first kiss of the head of my cock. "Fuuuuuck YES!" she cries out to the ceiling, eyes scrunched shut, as she sinks all the way down to the base of my rod.

My back is to the camera, and my mother is loud as hell, so its mike can hardly pick up my voice moaning out a simple, "Ohhhhhhh."



Mom was clapping her hands slowly. "Observation:" she said, "Bravo sir! Bravo! That was well done. I just came a bit here and now seeing and remembering that!"



She is really flying now; riding up and down my free standing body. All the camera can see of her is her calves hooked around the backs of my thighs, her arms wrapped around the back of my neck and her face twisted in excruciating exultation. Her hair is flying all over the place, and she's moving like she'll never stop.

My musculature is well defined, and my ass is clearly on display. But the camera cannot see my face, so it cannot show my delight or the spectacular view I have: My mother's breasts heaving up at me and her entire tight little torso twisting and shifting and bucking those narrow hips onto the dick; My dick, which she cannot seem to get enough of. No one can see how perfectly each cheek of her ass fits into my hands.



"Tell me the truth," she said on the couch, her fingers still busy beneath the thin fabric of her bottoms. "You did that for the camera, didn't you?"

"Partly, maybe. Yeah. I also just wanted to do it."

"Well good show! Don't do it every time, but definitely keep it on the menu. I especially like what you are going to do now."



Mom's eyes shoot open, big as saucers. "Huh. OHHHH!!" she cries out. "OH FUH OH!" And she goes on like that, each time sounding abundantly surprised." There is no indication on the screen what has changed.



This time we are both clapping and laughing. Mom is really whooping it up. Finally she pauses it, and turns to face me completely.

"How? How did you know to do that?"

"A little voice in my head," I said grinning. "It said, 'Kevin, it's time for the ole' reach around.' And that voice was right."

"That voice was definitely right. I'm into all sorts of stuff, but I've never let anyone penetrate my ass before. I've never believed the women who say they enjoy it. But if your finger feels that good in my pucker, we may just have to find a way to sink your beautiful monster up there." She was grinning like a kid who'd just found an amazing new flavor of ice cream in her favorite ice cream shop.

"Mom, in case you haven't noticed, I'm pretty ready to go right now. Just say the word and we'll stretch you out right here on this couch!"

"Easy, Tiger! We can experiment with the fingers a few more times before we try to fit my favorite lolly pop up the chute." I reached for the waistband of her pants, but she fended me off. "Not yet. My pants are getting gooey too, but I'd like to try to watch a little bit more." I realized that I could smell her sex in the air. "Then," she continued, "I'm going to personally see to it that we leave an ass, knee or head print on every surface in this house."

I folded my arms. "I can wait if you can," I lied. I would hold back, but when the time came to cut loose I was going to fuck my mother up one wall and down the other.

"I am very impressed," she said, and then she clicked "play."



"Our bodies judder back into the standing/fucking action. Mom's eyes are alight. Not for the first time I am struck by how slender and fragile looking she is when looking at her slender calves and arms and delicate features. But there she is, bouncing up and down as my cock jackhammers into her and my finger pushes a second knuckle into her anus, and she's smiling like a chocoholic in a Hershey's factory.

Unlike the missionary we can only go on like that for a few minutes longer, and then my legs begin to shake. Mom releases another flood of yowls as I withdraw my finger and slow my humping to a stop. She goes completely limp in my arms. My cock is still rigid inside her, but I don't have the strength to lift her off of it for the moment. After a ten count she stirs again, and says, "I'm okay."

I bend my knees, and Mom's legs stand – wobbly – on the carpeting next to the bed. She is still unsteady from the abuse she's been taking between her legs. She is looking up at me with a lazy eyed smile highlighted by awe. I turn her towards the bed, and she crawls onto it. She's on all fours again, but this time I'm behind her, and am given a reminder of just how inviting her ass can be. I climb on after her, and – before she can plop down onto her stomach – I grab her hips and pull her to me.

Entry is easy, and she spreads her knees a little bit further; already recharged and ready for more. I'm not fucking her doggy-style for long – maybe three or four slaps of her ass against my abdomen – before she throws her head back in delight. "Oh, yeah, Baby, FUCK it. Uh! Fuck yeah! UH! My Pussy' s so WET! Ah! YEAH!"

And we freeze again just as I'm slamming my prick deep into her waiting cunt.



Mom drops the remote onto the couch, shaking her head. She is staring in amazement at the screen. "I was completely exhausted just a few seconds ago there," she says. She points at the screen. I'd had about four or five orgasms by the time you set me to crawl on the bed: Once or twice while you were fucking the hell out of me in missionary, once when you picked me up and skewered me on your meat standing up, once when you shoved your finger up my ass and one other when you pulled it out. When you helped me onto the bed I thought I was done, not a doubt in my mind. I was getting ready to collapse and beg for mercy."

Finally, she turned away from the TV and looked me in the eye. "But then you put your hands on my hips, Kevin, and...and all of a sudden I couldn't have settled for less than every inch of your cock stretching and pushing my cunt! I was..." She stood up, and walked to the screen to look closer at our connected forms. "Look at my face. I'm completely present in the moment, but not like you are." On the screen, Mom's hair is all over the place. Her mouth is wide open in some kind of primal rebel yell. Her eyes are shut like a singer belting out the most important note of her career. 

"Look at yourself here, Kevin," she says, pointing again. My body is in a pose of complete fucking domination; my rod is sheathed completely in my mother's cunt, I'm bent over, one hand on her hip, the other reaching forward, and bracing a shoulder. I seem to be using my hands to pull Mom's torso onto my dick with extra force as I slam it forward into her. Her back is arched, and her hands and arms are braced to push her back into the massive penetrating force I'm creating between her legs. It forces her tits a bit forward, nipples clearly defined in profile.

But then my mother clarifies. "Look at your face." The expression of my face on the screen is not one of domination. It is a mix of calm focus, intensity and passion. But there is a hint of concern in my eyes. I am all about making sure that my body communicates raging passion and pleasure. "You're present too," Mom says to my face on the screen, "but you're not just focused on the pleasure. You're focused on me! In this frame of video, I can see that you are completely about pleasuring me."




Finding Our Way Ch. 03



Chapter Three: College, man!



Part 1

After my mother rode me on the den couch like it was her last chance for freedom, we lay there spent, soaking in our fluids; Mom still straddling me and my dick slowly shrinking its way out of her warm center.

A few minutes of panting, then she turned to point her mouth at my ear and said, "Well, that's one ass print on one side of the den couch. Looks like we've still got a lot of work ahead of us." We both chuckled. Mom had promised that she would "see to it that we leave an ass, knee or head print on every surface in this house." The sofa was a three-setter, and there were two guest chairs on either side of it. Plus there was the den floor, and that was only the one room.

That little project would have to wait. We both needed time to recover. We ate cold scrambled eggs and toast, and then headed to the kitchen for tall glasses of water and short glasses of juice. Finally we took an overdue shower. There was some light play there (some stroking, squeezing and nipple twisting,) but no marks would be left in that shower today.

Most of the rest of the day was dull. We'd left our finished dinner on the dining room table the night before, and our afternoon breakfast needed to be cleaned up too. The bed sheets needed to be changed and the sofa to be cleaned. And even when all that was done, Mom only offered "Hanky Panky" as a reward for when I'd finished up a paper I'd been putting off that week.

It was time for dinner by the time I'd finished, so we ate first and went to bed early for desert. Mom wore an olive green chemise so I could "unwrap" my reward. The soft green of the lingerie set off the sharper brighter green of her eyes, and the high hem accentuated the curve of her thighs. Pulling it up over her head made me sigh with bliss. Laying her across the bedspread and lying between those thighs was like coming home even though I'd never left the house.

Remembering the lessons learned early that afternoon, I didn't slam my cock into her. I stroked her black hair and traced her high cheek bones and held her gaze as I inched my erection slowly into her. She was wet and ready like she's always been. I stopped after the first third of me was in anyway, and pulled slightly out. Her eyes on me widened with surprise, and her mouth opened slightly as she took in a breath. I pressed slowly back in, two thirds of my length this time. Her eyes crinkled and her smile deepened. She chuckled softly.

"Oh my," she said playfully. "You really did take my observations to hea....Ahhh!" I'd pulled out again. "Ohhhh, babyyyy!" she cooed as I pressed all the way in this time. 

We kissed deeply and she hummed in pleasure. Her dancer's legs wrapped around me, as she knows I like that, and I proceeded to stroke in a slow steady pace. "Mmm, that's soooo gooood."

For no rational reason, I decided that I would keep stroking in and out of my mother at this slow pace for as long as I possibly could; hours if I could manage it. For the first ten or fifteen minutes, Mom oohed and ahhed and stroked my hair and caressed my butt. After another five minutes she asked me if I was trying to be sarcastic or something. Without missing a beat, I assured her that I wasn't being a smart-alek. I just wanted to see how long we could go like this.

We kissed and enjoyed it, but finally, Mom said she couldn't handle any more. I just grinned and said, "This is what I'm givin' you, so this is what you're gonna get." 

She laughed at her "naughty boy," and squealed. She bucked her pelvis up to make it happen faster. She twisted her hips and clutched at my cock with all the power her vaginal muscles could apply in the hopes of driving me crazy. She dug her finger nails into my ass, and tried to kick me with the backs of her heels. She called it "sweet torture," and nibbled at my ear lobes.

When she really couldn't stand it anymore she warned me, "pick up the pace, or you'll have to take that thing out of me." I had to stop as we laughed together in the dark. 

I kissed her again, and said, "You don't really want me to pull out of you, do you?"

"No!" she said, and wrapped me up tight with her muscled arms and legs. 
"Hmmm. Let me think about that one," I said. And then I slammed my cock into her, and went at it full speed.

"Hallelujah!" she called out, still kind of laughing. We went at it like animals until she shrieked, squirmed and came all over my pole twice and I shot my balls dry deep into my mother's glorious hole. Then we fell asleep, sticky, in each other's arms.

In the morning on Sunday we repeated it, but this time, Mom was the "sweet torturer" on top, and I was the one bucking and begging. Sometimes, Mom would sit upright, stare at me with my cock balls-deep in her, and slowly squeeze tighter and tighter. She held my hands, so I couldn't touch her tempting orbs glowing above me in the late Spring morning light. Eventually I calmed down and concentrated on flexing my cock, expanding the head deep in her womb. She smiled appreciatively, and began to shift her hips forwards and backwards.

In some ways she outclassed me in this game. She could be so still when she wanted to. But I refused to ever threaten to stop if she didn't "pick up the pace."

"Say it." she offered. "Threaten to leave the bed, and I'll have to fuck you like you want!"

"I won't say that, Mom," I said, making my cock head swell in her deeps as I did. "I'm staying in this bed as long as you'll have me."

I could see a light film of sweat on her brow, and she strained to resist the urge to bounce on my balls. "Come on, Kevin, that's the game. You make the – Uhh, Oh God – final threat, and then we can really cut loose on each other. Just say you'll take your sweet cock away, and we can..." her hips began to swivel, and it felt like sun rays were about to shoot out of her pussy, it was so good.

I sat up, and put my arms around her tiny waist. "I can't say that, Mom. I could stay deep in you all day. I'd be grateful to be able to see and kiss your amazing naked body until we both pass out. I love being inside you. The only thing that would make me stop is you telling me to stop, or if you fucked me so hard I couldn't stay in."

I tilted my head back so we could kiss a gentle and loving kiss. Then she put her hands on my shoulders, and shoved me roughly back onto the mattress.

"That'll have to be good enough!" she declared, and then she did things to me...I can barely understand it. She squeezed and bounced, stretching my dick (which I'd thought would be too rigid for such treatment.) She threw her torso into dance-like circles, making her tits and hair seem to float in their momentum. Her flat belly bent and stretched and arched in ways that were simply inspirational. It was like I was suddenly caught in a hurricane (this was way too hot and wet for a tornado) of my mother's sex.

Somehow, despite the downright gymnastic maneuvers, she was talking – shouting most of the time, really – the filthiest dirty talk I'd heard from her yet. A sample would include something like, "Ohhhhhh FUCK yes, give me that FUCKing monster! Fuck your hot little bitch! You like my little pussy, don't you!? UH! FUCK! YES! FUCK IT! PLANT that goddamn cock in my cunt! You WANT to stay in here, DON'T YOU!? You WANT to stay in my PUSSY, don't you!? OH! OH OH OH OH YES YES YES YES!!!!" But there was much much more.

All I could do was hold onto her hips to make sure she didn't fly away. Eventually, she flopped her torso down on top of mine. Her tits pressed hard against my chest, and her hips were still working my dick like a manic obsession. She kissed me deeply. My hands were still on her hips. I was pretty much stunned by how wild she'd become, so it didn't occur to me to do anything more than hold onto my mother's hips for dear life.

"Put it in." she whispered into my ear, still fucking like a runaway train. I was so dazzled by her magnificence, that I didn't get her meaning. I was already in, and it felt like a miracle. "Put it in like you did the other night," she continued. "No other man has been allowed inside my ass even once...Uuuuuhhh Ohhhhh!...but you can give it your finger a second time. You make it feel so good! I never knew it could feel good!" She nibbled at my ear. "Go ahead, and violate my ass while your cock is ripping up my pussy. My pussy is for your use, and my ass is here for you too." I happily obliged, and she cried out "OH! OHHHHH!" And we kissed. My cock was being thrashed around my mother's cunt, my middle finger was up her ass, and my tongue was in her mouth; reaching for the back of her throat. Mom was about as covered as she could be. She came like Krakatoa, and I easily came along with her.

It was early afternoon by the time we finished, and we moved about slowly, doing our ablutions. We didn't dare shower together; unsure we could resist the urge to start things up again and unsure we'd survive if things did start up again. We ate a cold lunch, and just lay together on the couch in front of some boring Sunday afternoon feature. We kissed a lot, but neither of us could handle much more than that. 

Besides, I had to head out soon for beers with my ex-girlfriend Kim and some mutual friends. My mother, of all people, had arranged it.

"Are you sure you want me to go?"

"Of course," Mom was genuinely confused. "Why wouldn't I be? I'm a big girl, you know."

"Oh, I know." I said, smiling. I rubbed gently at the front of Mom's crotch, and her breath caught in her throat. "I just want to make sure that you won't dry up down there from neglect."

She laughed, resting her hand on mine. "Oh, I'm super good for now. Feels like it's positively glowing down there still."

"Good. Let's try to keep it that way," I said with my smile renewed.

"You can check me out when you get back. If you're not satisfied that I have gotten enough attention, we can rectify it then. But I'll be fine for at least a few hours." She gave me a wry smile. "Go! Have fun!"

I went. But it didn't turn out to be much fun.

Part 2

I slammed the door behind me, and I heard a splash somewhere in the back of the house; Mom's bathroom, most likely.

"Who's there?!" her voice called from the bedrooms. She sounded nervous.

"Don't worry, Mom. It's just me."

"Kevin?" she called, coming down from her fright. "I wasn't expecting you for at least another three or four hours."

For a moment the TV cliche came to mind; The woman's voice nervously saying, "I didn't expect you home so soon!" and the man discovering her with someone else. But I doubted very much that she'd had time or strength for another lover at this point. Frankly, I told myself, if the marathon of sex play we've been engaged in has fallen so far short that she's already taken an extra lover, then I don't stand a chance anyway.

"I hope I haven't interrupted you in the middle of something." I called back.

"What? Oh. Kevin, please just come back here. I'm giving myself a headache shouting in here." I heard the waters of the tub swish again. Sure enough, I found Mom in the tub of the bathroom attached to what had gone from her bedroom to our bedroom.

Her raven hair was slicked back behind her and her head was tipped back; eyes closed. Everything else was completely submerged and there were bubbles, so I couldn't see much of my mother's beautiful body. I whistled a cat call anyway from the doorway. Her eyes opened, and she turned those green peepers on me. "Hi!" said my dear mother as her face lit up. "Why are you back so early, Sexy?"

I guess I was still surly from what had happened at the bar and my suspicions lingered, because I said, "Why? Are you disappointed to see me?" I realized immediately what an asshole I sounded like, so I tried joking. "You got someone hiding under those bubbles you don't want me to know about?"

Mom turned away from me, closed her eyes and tilted her head back again. She took a deep breath, and considered her answer. I felt like a first class idiot, but before I could even begin to apologize, she said, "What is under these bubbles, Kevin, is for your personal and exclusive pleasure. You know that by now, don't you?"

"Yes, of course. I'm sorry I said that."

"I wasn't kidding about what I said, Sweetheart," she said turning to me again. "I'll get out of this tub right now if that's what you want. You can have my pussy covered in suds. All you have to do is ask for it. I'll sit on your lap, or spread out on the floor for you. You can come over to me, and I'll suck on that beast of yours until you fill my belly with your cream. Or I can get on my soapy knees in the doorway where you're standing. I'll take every fantastic inch of you, Kevin, and I'll say 'Thank you' when we're done."

I was floored by her response. I was stiffening by the second, but couldn't articulate a thought if one were to pass through my skull.

"But," she continued, still holding me with her eyes. "You really have given me quite a workout these last few days. You've pushed my little body beyond all the limits I've ever known. I'd be ever so grateful if you'd let Mommy have a little more rest before you play with her again."

I was pitching a tent in my shorts from all this sexy talk. "Anything you want, Mom. But you've got a hell of a way of asking for it."

"I just want you to know that I'm not pushing you away. I want you to know that I really am...here...for you."

She was completely serious. I could hardly believe it, but I knew that she would bend over for me there in the tub if I asked her to. But I also realized that she was really pretty tired out from the week of exploration and experimentation we'd enjoyed. She needed a rest, but there was still plenty more to come. "Thanks, Mom. That actually helps cheer me up a bit."

"Why? What's bothering you anyway? Didn't you have a good time with Kimberly and your friends? I can't believe that Kim would do anything to upset you. I mean, I know you two are broken up - to my boundless good fortune - but I really believed that she genuinely wanted to remain friends with you."

"No. If anything, Kim was as upset as I was. She kept elbowing Doobie in the ribs."

"Doobie!?" Mom said with a hint of disgust. "She still hangs out with that guy?"

"He's her oldest friend, Mom, though you wouldn't think so judging by the things he was saying once he got a few drinks down the hatch."

"Ugh. What a ridiculous little turd." Doobie had come to visit once while I was dating Kim. He had leered at my mother quite a lot, and had never failed to rave about her hotness whenever I was around since. I've always suspected that he tried to grab her ass or something when he visited, but Mom would never say. "I've never asked; how did he come by that ridiculous name?"

"Apparently, he was even skinnier and weedier when he and Kim were kids, and some older boys said he looked like a rolled up joint; a doobie. The name stuck, and he's taken it as something of a life direction, if you catch my drift. He thinks he can excuse every asshole thing he does by being high when he does it. 'Aw, C'mon, man! I was high!' Well, high or straight, he really pissed me off tonight."

"Ugh. Just talking about that rodent makes my skin crawl. I need to get out of this bath," Mom said. She used her foot to open the drain, and stood up to rinse off. The lines of her 5'9" dance-toned body were lean, sleek and shinny with suds. I could almost feel how slippery her skin must be with gobs of bubbles running down her breasts and thighs. I moaned a complaint when she closed the shower curtain. "I'm rinsing off, Kevin, and I don't want to splatter the whole bathroom. I need to feel clean now." The shower head spurted to life behind the curtain.

"Wow. You really do hate Doobie as much as I do. Fess up. What did he ever do to make you loath him so much. 

She didn't answer right away. Once she was clean, she grabbed a towel, and dabbed herself clean. Once she was satisfied, she put on a terrycloth robe, and lead me to the bedroom, saying, "Let's just say I have always had excellent taste in men. It's why I decided to go ahead and marry your father. It's why I know to be grateful that I get to feel your warm body in bed with me each night, and it's why I know that Doobie is scum." She sat primly on the bed, giving no indication that she could remember all we had already done on it or all that we still might do. "So what did he say that, luckily for me, sent you home early?"

"He said I must be gay."

Mom laughed loud and hard at that, and her hand grazed subconsciously over her groin through the thick robe. "Well, that is one comment you and I both know couldn't be further from the truth! I'm still sore from this afternoon."

I licked my lips at the mention of my mother's aching cunt, but I held to the conversation. "That's part of the problem...or at least part of what could become the problem. Doobie said, 'Dude, you must be some kinda faggot to dump someone as fine as my Kimmie!' She hates it when he calls her that. She seemed really embarrassed by what he'd said. He asked me if I had my eye on another girl, and, when I told him no, he said, "Then you must be a homo to walk away from sexy here!' What a shithead." The one point I couldn't dispute is that Kim was sexy. She was athletic; hard bodied with a pretty face. Even that night she looked hot as hellfire, but – despite her beauty and sex appeal – our sex life just hadn't been satisfying. It wasn't entirely her fault, I was beginning to realize, but we weren't quite as compatible as I needed. She was still good people, though, and we were still trying to remain friends...with no help from her obviously-jealous friend Doobie.

"Well he insulted Kim more than you. It suggests that she dates only gay men, because – according to Doobie's logic – none of her previous boyfriends would have let her leave them if they had been straight."

"I know, and I think she knew it too. But that's not a real problem for Kim. She'll have no problem picking up a new boyfriend the second she decides she's open to having one, but I...as far as any of these guys will know I'm not going to have another girlfriend. I'm not giving up what I've found with you for anything, but obviously no one else can know about it. So that's going to mean that – as far as my friends will be concerned – Kim will be the last, and there won't be another woman in my life. It'll be easy for them to believe more and more that I'm gay."

Mom listened carefully, and nodded very slightly at my conclusions. She thought it over for a few more beats, and then spoke with a decisive tone. "Here's what I think, Kevin: I think you've only got a few more months before you graduate from college. I think it makes sense if you say you're just too busy finishing your classes and moving paperwork around to finalize your graduation to think about women. When you've graduated, you'll be too focused on getting a good job and then on kick starting your career. These are all decent enough reasons for not having time for chasing skirts (except for mine when we're alone.) By then I'm sure the joke will have died down, you'll have made some new friends who are not idiots and I'm pretty sure we will come up with a more long lasting solution. We'll think of a way of excusing your sexual attention so you can keep showering it on lucky little me."

"You didn't see the other guys, though. I think they were all pretty jealous while I was dating Kim. I've got a feeling that they will be merciless over the next months."

My mother tugged gently at the belt of her robe. I could see the inner curve of each of her breasts now, the linear muscle definition on her stomach that led to her belly button and the soft line of black hair on her pubic mound. "Listen to me, Kevin. This is what you will do: You will go on to finish your studies. I know that you can't completely avoid your friends or their teasing, and I'm not going to tell you not to feel angry and frustrated at their jokes and jabs. But I want you to take all that anger – all that frustration – and I want you to hold it inside. Then I want you to bring it home. And I want you to bring it here." She rubbed her pubic mound gently, and stared at me with a devious smile. "You're going to give it to me. Right here. Every day. And I'm going to take it. And I'm going to make you feel so soooo much better. Does that sound good to you?" I nodded. "Good, it sounds great to me too. I can hardly wait!"




Finding Our Way Ch. 03



I leaned into her, and kissed her. How could I not? My hands held her angelic face as I kissed her gently over and over, saying "Thank you," between each kiss. Her eyes smiled approval, and I kissed her chin. I kissed her neck. My hands made way for the kisses; my left went to her soft warm smooth right breast and my right hand slid her robe off her left shoulder. "Thank you." I kissed her collar bone, every inch to each shoulder. "Thank you." I kissed her arms, her elbows; all the way to the tips of her fingers before returning to her breasts. "Thank you." My mother laughed as I kissed her chest hungrily. I lingered there with my mouth and my hands, but found myself moved to continue down. "Thank you." I kissed the arc of the underside of her rib cage, down the center of her flat stomach; her left hip bone, the right. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I kissed her right on the pelvic bone, and then nibble gently on the tendon where the inner thigh meets the groin. I kissed each inner thigh. Even her knees. She giggled, falling back onto the bed. 

I scooted back up, and looked directly at her sore pink vagina; which had taken and given such a glorious pounding this weekend (not to mention the whole week before.) "And I especially thank you." I said to my mother's crotch. She threw her head back and laughed as I gave her pussy a loud smacking kiss. Her body shivered as my lips pressed the folds that hid her clit. "Oooh!" she said.

"This doesn't hurt your poor aching little pussy, does it?" I asked. Then I stuck the tip of my tongue into the lowest part of her hole, and ran it up to her button. Mom bucked a bit and I could hear her gasp. "Is that okay, Baby?" I asked. "You aren't too sore to play like this are you? I can stop if you want me to."

Her breasts bulged as her arms reached down towards my head. "Ohhh fuuuuuck yessss. You go on and keep playing me like that, Baby. Don't you fucking stop." And her fingers were in my hair, urging my face back to her cunt.

I've gone down on women before, and there's always a different taste; not just from woman to woman, but from time to time. I don't know if it's diet or time since self-cleaning or if it's just in my head, but some days it taste better than others. Mom had ridden my face earlier that week, and her dancer-with-tits body held my attention beyond any particularly good or bad flavor. But on this evening my mother tasted like ambrosia. I couldn't believe it. Who knows? Maybe it was my feelings of deep love and admiration for her – how effortlessly she handled and mixed our incendiary sexual attraction and her ability to help and guide me; how she offered herself up to me completely, but still managed to lead me through my anxieties. Having my tongue inside her was like licking the inside of a jar of honey. I licked and suckled along every fold, plunged my tongue as deep inside as I could stretch it, played across her clitoris from every side at various speeds. I sucked on it carefully, and put fingers inside her when I did.

And all the while I was thinking Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I don't even know who I was thanking, but I just felt overwhelmed with gratitude, lying there on my stomach with my mouth sealed to my mother's surprisingly delicious pussy.

At some point I reached up and clutched Mom's inviting breasts, and she rubbed my forearms in approval. At some later point she took my fingers and linked them with her own. She shifted and gyrated her hips against my lips and tongue in slow if shaky movements. I could hear her moaning and talking and even screeching once or twice, but it was usually pretty hard to make out the words because her thighs clamped together onto my ears so often.

The one phrase I did catch, that I have held on to ever since is something she said over and over as I both sucked on her whole pussy and stuck my tongue as far into her as it could reach: "Too good to be true! Too good to be true! Too good to be true!"

She came more times than I could count, and it was like an infinite-course feast for me. I actually came twice myself just from tonguing Mom's sweet pie. Finally, she grabbed two fists full of hair, and pulled me up.

"I can't take any more!" she gasped. "That was amazing, Kevin. Absolutely wonderful! It was just the sort of thing I needed after such a...hard hitting weekend. You are incredible! Uh!"

"It was great for me too, Mom. Are you okay?" She was still breathing heavily.

"I'm starving! Let's have a late dinner, then my mouth will return your mouth's favor for desert."

Too good to be true! Too good to be true! Too good to be true! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!

Part 3

Mom's idea that I bring my frustrations home to our bed couldn't have worked as she'd planned it. I don't want to vent anger between her thighs. I want to celebrate when I'm there. Her idea might have worked in another way, in that if someone were to give me shit (in reference to Doobie's assertion that I must be gay to have walked away from Kim) just thinking about pounding away at my mother's very willing and able pussy would have cheered me right up.

But none of that was necessary as it turned out. I had a class with a mutual friend of Doobie's and mine named Dale on Monday, and I was bracing myself for his ribbing. But Dale had no interest in giving me a hard time. In fact, he told me that Kim had reamed Doobie out the night I'd stormed off. "She's completely ended their friendship," he told me. When I asked who he, Dale, was still going to hang out with, he said, "Both for now; just at different times. Kim is still awesome in every way, y'know what I mean. And Doob is still good for a laugh, even if he's kind of a dick most of the time." Dale also alleviated any concerns I'd had about Doobie's ideas being taken seriously. "No, man. I'll admit, it's hard to imagine what made you walk away from someone like Kim, but things don't always work out. Sometimes breaking things off before they get too ugly is the best way to go. You've still got her as a friend, and that ain't bad. Not at all." I'd never imagined Dale could be so circumspect, but he was right. I'd been worried about nothing.

Kim was really turning out to be a great friend, and not just for me. She and Mom met every week or two, and seemed to really enjoy one another's company. I would also hang out with Kim once or twice a week, but my concentration really did turn to finishing up college...and lighting my mother up like a Christmas tree as often as I reasonably could.

In the weeks that followed my realization that my social life wasn't going in the toilet, Mom and I made quite a bit of progress in our campaign to touch nearly every surface of the house with a head, knee or butt while fucking. We completed the den in just two days (I fucked her on the carpeting so hard that I effectively scooted her all the way across the floor, and we considered the entire floor area covered. The guest chairs witnessed Mom's first ever reverse-cowgirl ride in one and a deeply satisfying blow job in the other. I speared my mother in multiple positions to complete the couch.)

One interesting development occurred as we were working on the room, recently re-named the "computer room." This had previously been my bedroom, but we did some re-zoning when we discovered the ongoing explosive joys of one an others genitalia. The "master bedroom," which had previously been known as "Mom's room," was changed to "Our bedroom" because all involved parties agreed that nights were best spent with my cock deep deep in Mom's pussy and/or massaging the back of her throat. So "Kevin's room" fell into disuse, and was simply known as "Kevin's old room."

But then Mom and I started fucking like bunnies on every square foot of the room. To our mutual surprise, we took care of my single bed in one go, reaming her cunt with my pole doggy style, while she rested her head at the foot of the bed. 

"Why. Didn't. UH FUCK YES! We. Do. This..." Mom gasped between thrusts. 

"...With the couch?" I finished her sentence. We both laughed together, still locked in coitus, and I bent over her as we did. But at some point I noticed the curve of her neck and the muscles in her arms and shoulders as she supported my weight. The view inspired new lusts in me, and I began throwing into her with sudden vigor. She screeched obscene encouragement, twisting and cumming all over my rod, until I blew deep into her. 

We collapsed, still wet and connected at the loins. After the usual gasping and satisfaction sounds, Mom looked across the room to the computer desk and chair I'd used for as long as I can remember. My balls were still slick with her cream, but she said, "I wonder just how sturdy that desk chair is."

"Woman," I chuckled, "You will be the smiling death of me!" We laughed together. I knew we'd return

Part 4

The next day, I got to fill my mouth with tit-flesh and nipple as my mother bounced and pitched her lithe body on what she called "my favorite monster" on my desk chair. I thought she was going to hurt her throat, roaring like she did about how she was ready to split in two. Good grief that woman can ride a dick! 

Anyway, once the chair cushion was permanently ruined by Mom's heavenly nectar, my spunk and our mixed sweat, she began tapping at the space bar with her bare big toe. She wanted to see what sort of mother-son porn she could find online. I warned her to be careful; that there are some things online that cannot be unseen.

"Then we can look for stories and testimonials of other couples like us."

"Ooookay." We booted the computer up, and found a few sites with a few stories. We were quickly able to develop a few policies that worked for us. Any stories that featured sex with a minor was immediately disqualified. Anything with "forced" or "rape" or "drunk" as a tag word was skipped. We did our best to focus on adult couples who knowingly enjoyed...well...coupling. We spent a surprisingly long time surveying the stories.

"Here's another one where the mother calls herself a 'cum slut.' What the hell?"

I cupped her breasts, and asked, "Does that term offend my little bitch-in-heat?"

She leaned back into my chest. "That's different. I can't help getting heated up by you. Your beautiful cock, sure, but it's you and the workout you can give me that thrills me so much; not your cum. Now, you know I'll swallow every drop of what you put in me. In fact," she said starting to squirm around as my penis began to stiffen again, "I think I may be due for a drink soon, but it's about you; not some obsession with cum."

"And did you notice how in almost every one, the mother says how the guy is so much bigger than his father?"

"Weird," Mom said, reaching for a scrunchie that was on the desk.

"Well, how about it. Was Dad as big as I am?"

"Gimme a sec," she said, climbing down under the desk, and pulling her long black hair back into the scrunchie. Once her hair was back (we both like looking at each other when she's got me in her mouth,) she licked her lips as she adjusted to be at eye level with the hard-on she continued to inspire. "Goddamn, that is such a beautiful dick!" she said, reaching for the meat she craved.

"Woah, hold on!" I said, not believing that I'd actually just stopped my mother from putting my cock in her face. "How about it? Am I bigger? Smaller?"

She squeezed my shaft with her little hand, and stared at it with fire in her green eyes. "Look, Kevin, you father was a good lover, and I enjoyed being intimate with him. But I couldn't tell you one way or the other who was bigger. Your cock – which, I swear, had better be in my mouth in the next thirty seconds or I'll lose my fucking mind – is the only cock I can think about or remember. She stuffed the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, moaning into the mike like it was a relief to have it there. She drew it out with a slurping pop. "Yours is the alpha and the omega of manhood, as far as I'm concerned. No comparisons needed," She licked the shaft, and cradled my balls with her free hand. "The size and shape is perfect for me." Without any indication of what was coming, she deep-throated me. After a ten count, she came up for air. "Perfect for my mouth." Down she went again; my dick far past the tonsils. Up she came. "Perfect for my lucky little pussy." A playful open mouth smooch on the tip of the head. "For all I know or care, every other dick in the world can drop off the guys swinging them. I'm no cum slut, but I'll swear my obsessive commitment to pleasuring you, Kevin, and to whatever you can think of doing to me with this! Aaahh-Mmmm!"

That was all she had to say on the matter. She drank every last drop, as promised. It was more than good enough for me

One set of knee prints under the desk in the "computer room."

I suppose this makes it look like we spent all day every day fucking and sucking, but the truth is that we slowed the frequency – though never the intensity – of our naked conquests (of the house and of each other.) It was out of necessity, so that Mom could still keep up with her ballet lessons and her job, but more so that I could complete my classes with passing grades and graduate college at the end of Spring.

Mom offered up the idea of withholding her exquisite favors until I'd completed my studies for each day. But just knowing that the other was in the same house made this sort of plan insufficient. ("Oops! I didn't realize you were brushing your teeth in here. Well as long as we're both here, I might as well quickly shove my face up your skirt to see if you're wearing any panties. Look at that! You aren't. Mind if I have a little snack as long as I'm down here? You smell delicious!" "Hey! I'm doing laundry right now. Those clothes you're wearing look pretty dirty. Let me help you get them off...Oh my! Is that for me?") So I maintained the policy of doing all my work outside of the house before I came home. I used computer labs once in a rare while, but I mostly camped out with my laptop at the coffee shop Kim and I used to frequent together. They offered free WiFi internet access, and I was almost never bothered by anyone.

Almost never.

Naturally Kim ran into me there, and her lunch breaks became a regular step in the rhythm of my day. The only days she would fail to show up was when she had a lunch date with my Mom. Mom never came to see me there of course. But I enjoyed Kimberly's visits. She still looked good, still smelled good, she was still an excellent friend to have around and she liked to touch my thigh from time to time.

"I know I can't help you with your tests or papers or anything, Kevin, but if there is some other way I can help, just let me know," she said squeezing my thigh just barely. "In fact, if you're looking for a quieter place to work you know you can still hang out at my place. Don't look at me like that. I'm going back to work in a few minutes. I meant that you can use my apartment alone. If you're worried I might jump your bones, you can just be out of there before 5:30 so I don't see you." Squeeze.

"Thanks Kim, but I'm just going to hang out here. There are fewer distractions in a shop than in your place. I'm nearly done here for today anyway." 

"Cool. I've got to head out now. The offer stands, but no pressure."

I finished up the paper I was working on, and headed home with no outstanding duties other than saving my dear mother from even the remotest sexual frustration.

Some evenings, we filled the house with Mom's shrieks of disbelief that a cock (or a finger or a tongue) could rock her with so much pleasure. Some evenings one or both of us would go out with friends. (Mom deflected friends and colleagues attempts to set her up by saying that she was enjoying a season of being close with her son, and wasn't interested in dating for the time being. Her girlfriends ate up the incredible understatement, and wished they could still be close with their kids. I stuck with "Too much studying and writing for now. Plenty of time for that later." I left out that what spare time I had was being spent tasting every inch of my mother's body, and penetrating her as a thank you.) Other evenings, we would just lounge around the house, and relax, regaining strength spent on ballet, work, classes and testing the fuck-durability of the furniture. 

But, no matter how the evenings went, at night we came to the same bed, and snuggled up; like we did the night before our second time. Both of us completely naked, me spooning up behind her. And nearly every time we ended up in deeply penetrating coitus; more intent and loving than the adventurous sprees of the first week or two of our sexual relationship. 

Mom still talked a lot about the ecstasy of feeling me deep inside her, but it wasn't the roaring dick-talk I've transcribed in the past. Her tone was of serious emotional movement, touched and amazed at our good fortune in coming together as we have. She said my name a lot, and she often said that she loved me. I think you get the picture, but the change in tempo didn't curb the pleasure; we both came – often simultaneously – with massive shuddering orgasms. I couldn't think of a better way to end the day than entwined with my mother's dancer body, filling her and hearing her heartfelt moans of happiness.

It was an excellent rhythm for our new daily life together...at least for those few months before graduation.

Part 5



Mom and Kim both took personal days from work to attend my graduation. They sat together, huddled in some secret conversation I couldn't hear from my seat among the graduates. It was remarkable to me that they seemed so close, almost affectionate. Kim was completely untroubled having a close friendship with her ex-lover's beautiful mother (though who is to say how she'd have felt if she knew how effectively Mom was doing in the role she, Kim, had not retained.) Mom, the most spectacular lover I'd ever known, was likewise unperturbed talking warmly with the young woman who had previously filled my bed and still lingered in my life as a friend.

Mom knew about Kim's mild flirtations, but it didn't bother her. She knew that whatever Kim stirred up squeezing my thigh was spent with flare in her (Mom's) arms. If anything, she said, she was thankful to Kim for saving her the work, and delivering her man hot and horny to her bedroom door.

I'm sure they found plenty to talk about outside of me, but I never really bothered to find out what. Mom always found a (naked) way of distracting me when I asked.

The ceremony was dull, and I ended up at a restaurant for a celebration late-lunch with Mom and Kim. The others of our social group were joining an idiot the three of us couldn't stand named Doobie for an early start on a night of binge drinking. Doobie wasn't graduating, but he was between jobs at the time anyway, so he was available to celebrate.

I was sitting at a small round table with Mom on my left and Kim on my right. Over the course of the meal, they each occasionally touched the thigh closest to them. I was a bit worried by this, but they also occasionally tapped each other's thigh to punctuate a point or to congratulate on a witty remark.

I excused myself to the restroom, and adjusted myself so that my cock was held along my left leg. This way there was no chance of Kim touching it and being shocked or anything else. And if Mom gave me a squeeze under the table (She did. Several times) then that just made my day all the better.

As the lunch wore down, Kim told me she was taking me out dancing to celebrate at the club where the rest of our friends planned to end up. She asked Mom if she'd like to join us, but Mom demurred. "You two go out and have fun. I've got a few other things to do tonight anyway."




Finding Our Way Ch. 03



"Oh, no," I said. "I don't want to cut Mom out."

"Don't worry, Sweetie, (squeeze.) It'll be fine (squeeze.) I need to get home to wrap one of your presents anyway (squeeze.) Go have fun with Kim, and when you get home one of your presents will be waiting for you (double-squeeze, extra strength.)"

"Kim..."

Kimberly held up her hand in a perfect Girl Scout salute. "Don't worry! I promise not to molest Kevin too much. I will see him home not too late and not too drunk." Mom nodded at Kim, and the decision was made for me.

We headed out to the parking lot, each towards our own cars. We drove back to Mom's house to drop off my car. I stood with Mom at the front door while Kim waited out in her car on the street. 

Mom took my keys. "Don't worry, Kevin. I promise I'll make sure you don't have any trouble getting inside. You never have so far," she said locking eyes on me. 

"I may be a bit tipsy." I warned "I may have trouble finding my way in, and I definitely want to get in when I get back." 

"Then I'll have to make sure everything is wide open for you at all times," she answered slyly. Then she added, "Maybe I'll lubricate the doorway, so you can slip in without any difficulty." An evil grin passed over her face, and I just moaned to myself. "But, seriously, she added, "did you leave your gown and mortar board in the backseat of your car?""Yeah," I said. "I didn't want to drive around in it or wear it into the restaurant."

"Well bring it here," she said. "I don't want it getting any grease stains or anything. I'm just so proud of you, Honey!"

I grabbed the flimsy robe and mortar board from my car, and handed it over.

"Go on and have a great time, Sweetie. And remember: Let her rev you up, and then bring it all home to me!" She gave me a chaste motherly kiss, as Kim could see, but not hear, us. I turned to Kim's car, dreaming of my mother's tongue.

It wasn't Kimberly's fault or any kind of setup that no one showed up. Kim had no idea where everyone was. Dale told me that it would be this club, but it was just me and Kim and a crowd of strangers. Neither of us minded much, really. We've always enjoyed hanging out together. We talked more or less like we did every day, and we danced like we did when we first met; lots of hip grinding and smiling staring contests. 

I only drank two beers, despite Kim's protest that I should get drunk on my graduation day. "I got totally hammered when I graduated!"

I only shrugged in response. You weren't going to head home to fuck the shit out of my mother when you graduated! I thought. Though, there's one hell of a pretty image! Kim saw my face change as I pictured hard-bodied Kim, face to cunt with my long and lean mother. "What?" she asked.

"Just thinking about when you graduated. Must have been a hell of a party. I'm sorry I didn't know you yet."

She smiled for a moment, and then leaned over the table. "Let's be glad we know each other now." And she pulled me up for another dance.

We rubbed up against each other for half of a fast song, and then wrapped up tighter for a new slow one. She smelled like she did on our first date. It was a fragrance she confessed, once we were dating, she used for special occasions. She was wearing a sun dress that rode high on her well-toned thigh even when she wasn't dancing, and was riding higher as the song went on. I could feel the muscles in her back, and the weak light of the club positively bounced off her shoulders. She sighed into me as we tightened the grip of our dance. She could feel my erection, no doubt about it. She drew her head back to look me in the eye, as she said, "You're feelin' kind of interested there mister." I must have blushed, and I apologized. "I'm not sorry. That's just the sort of thing a girl likes to feel by the fifth dance. If she doesn't she must be dancing wrong!"

She laughed at her own joke, but the laughter died down quickly when she realized that I wasn't going to laugh along with her. Given a choice, I was certain I would choose the sultry brunette waiting for me at home, but the curly haired strawberry blonde with the perfectly carved body was right there. And she was a good friend. And I was encouraged to let her get me "revved up." I wanted more than just the dance, and I was willing to bet she did too. But I didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize what I had going with my mother. But didn't Mom say something about being happy if I found pleasure?...but but but. I wanted Kim there in that bar. I wanted Mom, waiting, and probably wet at the house. I wanted to go, but my hands just couldn't release such an incredibly sculpted body.

Kim saw the conflict on my face, but couldn't have really known what it was about. As far as she knew we were broken up and I was single. In any case, she stared at my serious face for a moment, and then she kissed me. We kissed. Her tongue was tentative, darting into my mouth, out and back in again. But when she realized that her mouth was welcome, she squeezed my torso with enough strength to make my eyes bug out a little bit. My hand slid down to caress her buns of steel through the sun dress.

And then a fast song started, and the spell was broken. It felt good to hold and kiss Kimberly again, but – even chiseled and glorious as her face and body were – my willowy mother was the one I wanted to see hovering naked above me in bed tonight. I wanted Kim like a kid wants frosting. But I wanted Mom like a young man wants cake. I would be glad to have Kim as an added sweetener, but in addition to my mother's sweet and rich sex; not instead of it.

I withdrew from Kim, and said, "Woah, I guess I'm really becoming a lightweight. Two beers and already I'm groping you like a teenager."

"No, I..." Kim started.

"I'm really not feeling so well, Kim. Maybe it's the beer or maybe I've got some kind of virus. You'd better drive me home now."

It was a long silent drive to my house.

When we pulled up in front of the drive, Kim said, "It was just a kiss, Kevin. We didn't have to call it a night."

"Look, Kim..."

"No you look," she said, turning to me – seriously pissed off. "A little kiss, an ass grab. These things don't have to ruin an evening. In fact if you would just loosen up, you might even find it adds a little spice to your evening! We're broken up. It's okay. We're 'just friends.' Fine. If we have a few drinks, and end up having a little bit of fun, it doesn't mean that anything has changed. I'm not trying to get you to be my boyfriend. I'm covered in that department, thanks. We were dancing and it felt good and I slipped you my tongue and we both liked it. Don't freak out, Kevin. Don't be a fucking coward."

Wow. I didn't know what to say. Luckily, she wasn't done.

She shook her head, and said, "No, I'm sorry, Kev. Your Mom is right. You aren't a coward. You're just a sensitive guy, and you need a patient hand to find your way. A little bit like how I've always needed a patient hand, but different, I guess. She's right about that. You're a good guy. Go on and get some rest."

My Mom is right? What in the world? I couldn't begin to compute what this meant. I just opened my door and got the hell out of that car.

I pretended to stumble into the front door because Kim was watching from the street; making sure I got into the house okay. It was dark inside, but I could hear Mom moving from the living room to the den.

"I'm home!" I called, imagining that I could smell my mother's sex already.

"Hey! I know! I saw Kim's car pull up in front of the house. I was just getting your first big graduation present ready."

"My first big present?"

"Yep! You're getting three big presents for graduation. The first one is waiting in here in the den."

"Is it ready now, or do you need more time?" I asked.

"Come on!"

I walked down the hall and turned into the unlit den. Mom was standing on the couch, holding a bottle of champagne in one hand and a pair of fluted glasses in the other. She wore no shoes, but I could see black stockings on her feet. Above her ankles was the hem of my graduation gown. Mom had it zipped almost all the way up, allowing me to see a little bit of her collar bone (I couldn't tell if she was wearing a blouse or a dress or a bra or anything under there.) Her hair was brushed back, straight and thick, under my mortar board. The room was too dark to see her deep emerald eyes dark, but the white teeth of her wide smile were luminous enough for me. I could smell her perfume, but I could smell her pussy as well; I was sure of it this time. I guess she really had kept the "doorway" lubricated as promised.

"Have a sip of champagne before you open your first present," she said. And with that, she hopped off the couch, and stepped to me to offer me a glass. With her closer, the smell of her wetness was stronger. She must have been playing with herself right until Kim's car pulled up. I could also now make out a tiny red bow tied through the eye of the zipper on the robe. I took the bow between my thumb and forefinger, but Mom said, "Nuh uh uhh! First a toast. Then you get to unwrap what is yours."

I took the glass. She poured, and then poured some for herself.

"What shall we toast to, Mom?"

"Hmmm," she said, not really needing to think it over. Then she held her glass up, and said, "To your education! It, like graduation gift number one, is a gift that will keep on giving!"

We clinked. We sipped. I reached for the red bowed zipper. My mother's eyes flashed, one part mock-surprise and two parts hunger. "My my. Some boys just can't wait to open their presents. It's an older gift, and one you've used before. But I'm pretty sure you're ready to get some more."

I pulled as she spoke, and found nothing but tight skin, a slim black strip of pubic hair above her clean-shaved vagina and pair of thigh-high stockings pulled over thighs that had been toned by daily ballet practice.

She held out her arms, still in the open robe. Her breasts held round and firm despite the years and excellent use. Her tummy flat with just a hint of muscular definition, and her legs looked like something out of a magazine. She smiled proudly at me with the bottle and glass held out at either side. It wasn't anything elaborate like the French maid costume she'd once worn, or mildly kinky like the camera. She didn't cover herself with bubbles or exotic oils. This choice of hers said, "I am hot as the fucking sun, and I goddamn well know it." She was wet with anticipation; I could smell it stronger than ever. She knew what she wanted, and she knew full well that I was going to give it to her. There was more confidence in that simple pair of stockings, graduation robe and mortar board, than in a dozen other pieces of lingerie.

We put down our glasses and the bottle, and I pushed the robe off my mother's smooth shoulders. She smiled up at me, the mortar board slipping off her head as she did. We kissed, and I ran my hands down her hips feeling the tops of her stockings.

"If this is gift number one, I don't see how there can even be a number two or three worth thinking about. Aren't you supposed to give the best gift last?" I kissed her again, and cupped one orb of her small ass. "Nothing's better than this."

"Mmmmm. Well. You'll have to wait and see. Like I said, your first present is one that keeps on giving and giving. You can keep enjoying gift number one at the same time as number's two and three." She pressed her pubic mound against my crotch, and then backed away to grab my belt.

"What the hell are the other two, then?"

Mom's hands were strong and fast. Not only was the belt unbuckled, the fly was unzipping as I finished my sentence.

"First things first, Baby." Mom said, forcing down my pants and shorts at the same time. I pulled off my shirt while she helped me step out of my jeans and underwear. She threw her arms around my neck, and said, "Pick me up, and put me where you want me."

I grabbed her ass savagely, and she gasped at the strength of my hands. I lifted her into the air, as asked. She pulled my face to her right breast, and I suckled at the nipple as those lean stocking covered legs wrapped around my waist. She was already gasping, as I bit down playfully on her nipple. Her cunt was smearing its juices across my abdominal muscles, as I lowered her towards my pole.

"Oh!" she seemed almost to hiccup as the head of my cock entered her wide spread cunt lips. But I held her there, with only the throbbing mushroom inside her, denying her the shaft. "OH! Oh fuck." Her body twisted and bent in my hands as she tried to gyrate down onto my rigid rod. "Oh. Fuck no, Baby." She dug her fingers into the hair on my head. "Don't toy with me tonight. At least not yet. Oh, God! Fuck! I've kept my little pussy so wet for you all night, just like I promised I would. Please, Kevin! I need you thick and hard and all the way deep in my AAAUUUGGHHH-FFUUCCCKK-YYYEESSSS!!! UNH! THANK YOU!!!" I felt her juices sliding down along my ball sack. Every other part of me was being hugged tight by her cunt. She brought her mouth close to my ear, she could barely breathe. She squeaked, "Oh thank you. Baby. You're making Mommy's little cunt sooooo happy. It's yours now. This is your tight little pussy to play with, however you Oooohhh! Yesss. That's for you too! I've lubed up your pussy and your pucker for you. Thank you for that finger. AAHHhhh. It's so deep. Your cock. Your finger. You're so deep in me. UUNHH!"

I wasn't going to make it to either of the bedrooms. It wasn't a matter of strength – Mom was light in my arms, and the thrill of being inside her made me feel like I could go all night – but one of patience. There was no denying that Kim had stoked the fires, but Mom brought on an inferno of apocalyptic proportions. I carried her, perched and wriggling on my hips with my cock swelling in her cervix, as far as the dining room table. I pulled my finger out of her anus, and set her gently on the table top. She propped herself up on her hands, shoulders back, tits up and at me. She looked me dead in the eye and said, "Fuck me! Don't play nice. Don't give it to me like you think I want it. Fuck me like you just unwrapped a hard-orgasm guarantee, and it is time to cash the fuck in! Make my cunt serve your dick like you need it to."

First, Kim calls me a coward. Now, Mom intimating that I've been some kind of light touch. Enough was enough. I pulled my dick almost all the way out of my mother's pussy. "You want a good fucking, Mom?" I asked, holding up my end of the staring contest.

"Oh yeah, baby. You know I do. And we both know you're the man I need to deliver."

"Then you have to say, 'Please.'"

"Okay. PleUUHHH!! FUCK YES!" I'd slammed so hard into her, that my balls ached from tapping her asshole.

"That's not good enough. You have to say the whole word."

She smiled, thrilled at the new game I'd begun.

"PleAHH! AHH! AHH! AAAAHHHHHH!!! Yeah! Oh, don't stop!"

"I have to stop, Mom. You didn't say the magic word."

"PLE-OHH! FUCK! OH FUCK YES PLEEEAASSSEEE!!" And so I kept slamming my hips into my mother on our dining room table. After throwing her head around with the initial shock of the sudden genital assault, she locked her eyes on me, and started eye fucking me; playful and impressed at the same time. "Ooohh, Kevin. I knew you had power... Uhh!... Keep it up, Baby! You know. OH! I kept your sweet pussy wet while you OH FUCK out with sweet Kimmy UH YES FUCK NEVER STOP FUCKING AHH!! But now you're gonna have to use that beautiful monster to keep me dripping honey from my crotch. AHH! OHMYGODYES!!!"

She was my "bitch in heat," for the rest of the night. She called out with a long scream that sounded like she was singing vibrato, shaken by my non-stop thrusts. She raked my back and hailed me while I bit a nipple and forced every millimeter of my shaft in her sweet middle and two fingers rigid in the back door. I spewed an unbelievable amount of cum into her on that table. I got so deep into my mother on that table that my mushroom must have hovered between her belly button and her tailbone. I thought she might deafen me with her shrieks of joy.

I could tell she was looking to be mastered (in a loving way) that night, so I told her to take of the stockings and get into the shower. When I joined her, she was covered in suds. "I told you to get in. I never said to start cleaning yourself."

She looked at me for a moment, unsure if I might be tempted to take things too far. I winked to put her at ease, and said, "My girl did such a good job keeping her entrance ready for me. She deserves to be cleaned as a reward." Mom smiled at this unexpected turn. "Get on your hands and knees, girl." She crouched down into the bathtub. "That's my good little bitch-in-heat." My mother smiled, and lifted her chin with play-pride. I grabbed the detachable shower head, and sat down on the edge of the tub, facing Mom (in the tub) with my legs spread apart. "Would you like a treat while I rinse you off?" Mom's eyes lit up. She absolutely loved having my dick in her mouth, regardless of mood or tempo of our love play. She scooted (crawled, technically speaking) forward to get her mouthful of manhood, and I turned the warm water on her. 

Her head bobbed happily up and down in my bare lap as the bubbles slid off her succulent lithe body. Just the site of her on all fours naked would have gotten me hard again, even without her lusty sucking. Her body glistened with the water. Her sweet little ass simply shined. I eventually turned off the water, and stroked her thick curtain of black hair. "Good girl. That's a goooood girl" Unwilling to let my hard dick out of her mouth, but determined to play along, she started humming onto my pecker with sudden yipping vibration. 

The beauty of my mother's body in the tub, the heady stimulation her mouth gave my dick and the open playful sexiness she was generating – playing as she sucked – came together in a moment of palpable joy. Only cumming down Mom's throat could bring me over and through that joy. She swallowed greedily, and looked up gleefully at me with my ejaculating cock in her mouth. It was a remarkable moment in our life.

We sat there (me on the edge of the tub and her in the tub,) spent, with her head on my thigh.

"That was wonderful," she said with a sigh lacing her words. I nodded agreement, spent and glowing there. Then she added, "But you know we're not done yet, right?"

She sat in the tub, and used the detachable shower head to rinse my groin clean with warm water. "Stay," she said before climbing out of the tub. She dabbed her slender body dry with a towel, and then brought another one to me. She stood me up, dried me off and then walked me to the attached bedroom.

I was still flaccid, despite her attention. She had me lie down on my back, and then she lay beside me, and gently took my now sensitive member in her small hands, sighing. "It's so nice, my delicious monster." she said.

"It isn't very monstrous right now, though," I said. I stared at the ceiling, and enjoyed the feelings of lying still, relaxing, feeling Mom's body next to mine and her gentle touch.

"Oh, Kevin, it's exactly what it needs to be right at this moment." She kissed my chest. "And you are just what I need right now." Another kiss, this time on the neck. "And everything feels like it is exactly what it needs to be. Being here with you, everything feels just perfect." She kissed me on the lips for a long slow time. She did not rush to put her tongue in my mouth, but she opened hers with a welcoming "Mmm" when I opened mine.

She was stroking me gently, and her breasts rubbed against my side occasionally. But it was her loving kisses that really made me harden again. Feeling the growth between her strong fingers, she drew back for only a moment to smile at me; happily acknowledging what we both knew I was feeling. We kissed more, and my right arm – the arm she was lying on – wrapped around her and rested on her trim waist line. My free hand found her floating soft breasts, and she moaned some more.




Finding Our Way Ch. 04



This is the last full length chapter of this "book." If you're joining without having read the previous chapters, it shouldn't be a problem for the piece to stand alone. But I'd like to think it's more satisfying as part of a greater whole. In any case, I hope you enjoy reading it somewhere near to how much I've enjoyed writing and publishing it. Thanks, as always, for the comments and votes!

I don't recommend these sorts of relationships in real life, but I'm happy to share and enjoy as long as it's OnlyFiction. ;)

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Finding Our Way 

Chapter Four: Real World Holidays

Part 1

For once my mother was the one running out the door while I lazed at home. "Can't miss my ballet class," she said. "I've got to keep this body slim and hard so I can keep up with you!"

"Yeah, I've actually been slacking off my own workouts lately. Maybe I'll hit the gym or something. Or maybe I'll start working on my resume'."

"Do the work out. The resume' can wait until after we get back from graduation present number two."

"Get back? What? Are we going somewhere?"

Mom froze at the entrance to the kitchen, frowning with a piece of toast stuck in her mouth. Lucky piece of toast. "Fuck," She said. I considered trying to take that as an offer, but she really did want to head out to her ballet class, and there was certainly no arguing with the results it got. My mother was a slim 5'9" with straight black hair just below her shoulders and 120 pounds of long, dance-toned muscle and smooth milky skin. "I guess I've said too much now. I was planning on telling you what gift number two is over dinner tonight, but I might as well tell you: Before you start your post-university career, I'm taking you on a trip for two weeks!"

She'd already gotten the vacation time approved at her part time secretary job. Starting next week, we would head out to one of the national parks, and have a romantic two week holiday together; just the two of us. She'd gotten a third week of free time approved without pay (she didn't need the money anyway) for travel to and from the park grounds as well as a few days to recover before going back to work.

It was an excellent surprise. Admittedly, most 23 year old guys wouldn't get so psyched about a cross country trip with their 40 year-old mothers, but most aren't getting the kind of insane sex that I was getting from my mother. This was double good for us because we were going somewhere that no one knew us. No one knew we were mother and son. We could go as a couple; a forty year-old woman and her twenty-three year-old boy toy...maybe something more than just a boy toy...maybe what they call a Spring-Autumn relationship. We certainly had gone beyond simple play. Mom loved what I had in my pants for her, but in her heart I was much more than a toy.

Mom checked us in. They accepted her ID alone. "If they'd asked, I would've given them your ID," she told me as we unpacked in the quaint little room.

"But we have the same family name. What would you have said to explain that?"

"My license has my maiden name, actually. I had it switched back last time I got it renewed." Then she stopped stowing away a fresh looking Victoria's Secret bag, and turned to me. "But, Kevin, even if we'd had the same last names on our ID's I would've just told them that you're my husband." She stood very still and quiet, watching me closely. "I hope you're okay with that."

"Of course. I...I guess I hadn't really thought about it, but, yeah. Sure, that's fine with me. I love playing house with you, but only if we play husband and wife!" She smiled, warmed by my response. "But what about the fact that we're not wearing rings?"

She rolled her eyes. I've still got mine somewhere, and yours could be lost or in the shop. Really, Kevin, you can get so bogged down in the details. Who would ask us, 'Hey! Where are your rings?' Hahaha! Anyway, our 'cover story,' if you need one is that we are just an unmarried couple on a romantic getaway. Just a strapping young hunk and his grateful older lover."

I smirked, and put my arms around her. "They won't believe we're a romantic couple." The color drained from her face. "At least not until someone hears the right sorts of noises coming from our room."

"Mmmm. I suppose you're right."

"We'd better start making some of the right sounds soon, before anyone gets suspicious."

Mom made a clicking noise with her tongue, and broke my embrace. She flung herself onto the queen sized bed and sighed. She lay there akimbo, with her long slim legs poking out of her plaid pleated catholic-school-girl style skirt and ending in brown cowboy boots. Her blouse was eggshell, and I could see a red bra strap inside the wide collar. "I don't know if I can make those sounds, Kev. I'm a little bit pooped. I would need some...inspiration to make the sounds... convincing." She grinned up at the white ceiling. "Now how WOO!"

I'd grabbed one of her boots, and pulled it off. The other came off easily. I crouched at the foot of the bed, and ran my tongue from the inside of her right ankle to her inner knee. I planted a kiss there, and then continued up her sinewy inner thigh. The pleats of her skirt gave me no resistance (maybe she lifted the skirt as I got closer to her center.) I could feel my mother's bare heels on the backs of my shoulders. My nose collided with the cinnamon-colored crotch of her satin panties, and I could feel Mom's body quiver. This pair did have a gusset. It was damp and smelled divine. I kissed the panties, and my mother bucked silently again.

I ran my hands, palms up, under her thighs to her ass, and grabbed the top of her undies. Mom lifted her hips to allow me to pull them off. She was giggling softly. I got back down to the business between her thighs. I kissed the folds lovingly, and tickled at her clit with my tongue. Mom gasped and swiveled her hips, but was otherwise silent. I sucked at the clit, and let it go with a slurping sound. Mom's cunt was sopping wet already, and I was drinking her in. But I was struck by how quiet she had been.

I came up for air, and looked across that most supple body to my mother. Her face was flushed, and she was grinning like a game show winner. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Why are you so quiet."

She started laughing, and ran her fingers through my hair between her knees. "If I make too much noise too soon, you may think it was enough to ease the neighbor's suspicions and stop." She laughed some more.

This time it was my turn to roll my eyes. "Let 'er rip, Mom. Let's scare the hell out of the neighbors."

Mom grinned again. "In that case, my fine young man, get back in there, and get back to business."

"If I do a good job, I'd better hear about it!"

My mother nodded, and gently pushed my head back down into her hot waiting pussy.

I went to town on that steamy little cunt. Two fingers, deep tongue work, and I nearly gave myself whiplash with the way I wriggled my face into Mom's glorious opening. For her part, she certainly did respond. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! FUCK YESSSS!!!! Oh my god, you're a fucking MASTER! OH! OH FUCK! You're a KING! Ohhhhhh! You're so good to my pussy! Ooooh, Baby, don't stop! OH! HOLY SHIT MY... MY PUSSY! OH SHIT!" When I slowed the pace, she begged for more at full volume. 

I came up for air just long enough to tell her to get that blouse off. "And the bra too," I added. "Tits as beautiful as yours need some air and some attention."

"Oh yes, Baby! Anything you say. Just give me some more!" Her blouse came off over her head, and the bra ended up across the room. "Are you going to give me some more, Kevin?"

"Yes!"

"You promise? You'll give my pussy more of your sweet touch?"

I flipped her over to her hands and knees, and gave her a pointed tongue lick from her clit up – probing the folds and the hole before continuing up to her asshole.

"OH, MOTHER FUCKER!!!" she cried out. 

I climbed up onto my knees behind her. I leaned over her lean muscled back, and spoke softly in her ear: "You'd better fucking believe I'm a mother fucker, Mother." She moaned loudly, and pushed her ass back against the hand I was cupping over her slick lower lips. "You'd better want me to be a mother fucker." I gently squeezed her drooling cunt. Her fluids oozed between my fingers, and she made a high whining sound. "Mommy's awfully wet, and my dick is awfully hard. What should I do with it, Mommy?"

"OHHH! Put it in me, Baby!" she cried out. "Give me that BEAUTIFUL FUCKING MONSTER!"

I got upright on my knees behind her, moved my hands to her hips, and I shoved in at top speed. She backed up into me with the full force of her desire. Our bodies slapped together, and it felt like the nerve endings in our genitals were singing. The sex was so intense in the sun drenched hotel room that I couldn't help shouting wordlessly.

Her body was bent there in front of me. Her beauty was otherworldly. We both were. We were like some kind of Greek deities coupling in the most perfect sexual act in the history of the human form. It was magnificent.

Mom's neatly groomed pussy was so tight that afternoon; it was stretched around my shaft as I drove it in and out of her. Above that perfect fit, my mother's heart-shaped ass spread and crashed into my hips with a thunder clap again and again. My hands glided along her smooth hips to the pinched waistline just beyond the small of her back. I grabbed on tight, so I could really start to pound into her pussy as she really likes it. My thumb tips were about two and a half inches apart, and I could feel the musculature of her flat stomach with my fingertips. Her torso spread from there, her bellowing ribcage broadening to her lean shoulders. She was twisting hard, using even her arms and shoulders to fuck back onto me with style and rhythm. With that movement, I knew her succulent handfuls had to be positively swinging all around. Her raven hair was across the leaves of her back, and hid her face from view. But I could hear her howling with joy at my deep exploring penetrations.

The whole goddamn hotel must have heard us. I came so hard into my mother's wonderful insides that I nearly blacked out. Mom made this guttural sound that resembled a lower animal crying out in the wild. Her honey dripped down my thighs, and we collapsed; laughing in heady afterglow.

Holy shit that woman can fuck like a champion!

For the rest of the trip the hotel staff and residents called us "The Happy Couple."

Part 2

"More wine for The Happy Couple?" our waitress asked, smiling a huge knowing grin.

Mom and I were holding hands over our small dinner table, and were surprised by the interruption.

"Um, I'm fine. You, Sweetheart?" 

My mother smiled back at the waitress and shook her head sweetly. I'd half expected the people of the hotel to be irritated with how much noise we'd made, but we were consistently met with hearty approval. Old couples smiled brightly at us. One husband and wife paused from shooing their kids to greet us. The wife, a blonde with a nice chest and the full round hips of bearing three children, looked hungrily at me, and her husband – a husky guy with shorts, camera, shades and a baseball cap – gave me a thumbs up from behind his wife. Anyone past puberty was bound to approve of making a woman as strikingly beautiful as my mom scream like I had that afternoon.

After dinner we danced on the dance floor, and kissed in the moonlight. It was better than either of us had hoped for. 

We went to bed more calmly that night, and I thanked my mother for such a lovely second graduation present (for about two and a half hours.) Sweating beneath me, she cried out how welcome I was. We both did, come to think of it. But our words were more of love than of wet muscular escapades. 

At one point, near the apex of our love making, I had some kind of mental episode. It wasn't an out of body experience, but I was seeing myself – what we were doing – in a different way. I saw myself on my mom with my mouth on hers, and my tongue reaching for the back of her throat. But also I imagined that my cock was a tongue spearing deep into her cunt to taste her most secret flavors and to pleasure her wildly at the same time. And my hands were mouths too (in my mind) nibbling her nipples as my fingers pinched and pulled at them. Her breasts were slick with our sweat, and I dreamed that I could taste it with my mouth-hands. I reached down to squeeze her sweet ass and imagined I was covering those perfect buns with enthusiastic kisses. 

I know this sounds bizarre and alien, but it was beautiful and thrilling for me. I wasn't devouring her; I was praising her and basking in the glory of her. Some element of my thoughts (or, at least, how deeply I felt about them) reached Mom, and she began to thrash around in ecstasy under me. She came hard over and over. She screamed into my mouth and raked my back and bucked mindlessly up to meet my penetrating member. It was so wild and surprising that she drew me into my final orgasm of the night. 

While I was fire hosing her cunt with sticky cream she finally twisted her head away to break the kiss, and said, "Oh fuck!" She took a deep breath, and nearly deafened me screaming as she had one last hard writhing cream-spewing orgasm.

She started to shake, like shivering, but the movements were too dramatic. I thought for a second that she might be having some sort of attack. I pulled away against the wet resistance of our joined bodies, barely noticing the slurping sounds as her cunt gave up my cock. "Are you okay? Do you need help? Are you cold? Should I get a doctor?"

Her eyes were closed, but she smiled to herself. "I'm okay," she whispered, still shaking all over. "I just need a minute." I put my hand to her shoulder, and she began jerking violently. "Uh!" She wrapped her arms around herself and curled into a ball. "No Kevin. Don't touch me just now." I'd already withdrawn my hand, and was looking at her with concern all over my face. She opened one eye to spy my face, and started to laugh softly. "It's okay, Baby. Mommy's just a bit overstimulated right now. You did me good. Even your hand on my shoulder can give me an orgasm right now. Don't! Don't test it. Just trust me."

"You're kind of freaking me out, Mom."

"Look, you know how the tip of your cock feels right after we've had a good hard fucking?"

"Yeah," I said with a smile.

"Kevin, sweetie, you just set me off so many times and so hard that my whole body feels like that."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Really, Stud. Give me another minute or two, and then I want you to hold me until I fall asleep."

In the morning we had a light breakfast, and headed out for a hike in one of America's wonderland natural parks. We walked quietly satisfied, holding hands like we couldn't really do in our home town, and listened to the increasingly rare sounds of nature. It was beautiful, and we walked for a long time. Eventually our path came in view of a glade not far off. We'd brought a few snacks and drinks in backpacks, so we decided to head off the path to the glade and make a picnic of it.

Pressing through the trees, I said, "That waitress sure did seem to have an especially big smile for the two of us; The Happy Couple."

"Well, I am happy. Very. But I know what you mean. When someone smiles like that... well, I think she wanted to join The Happy Couple and try out being an Ecstatic Trio." She smiled over at me, and bumped my hip with hers.

Just then we broke our way into the glen. It was even more beautiful up close. We picked a spot close to the trees we'd come through, so it wouldn't be visible from the path we'd just left. We began to unpack and enjoy.

"Um, I've been meaning to talk to you about that, Mom."

"A threesome with the waitress? She's cute, honey, but..."

"No, not exactly. I mean, not about a threesome with the waitress. You've mentioned getting other women involved from time to time, and I haven't really been so responsive."

"I know you're committed to me, Sweetie. I just want you..."

"No, I know, Mom. You've explained it before. I just want to tell you why I haven't said much about it, myself. I'm completely open to having another woman join us, as long as you're there and playing a major role. In fact, it sounds really great. I'm also okay if there's never another woman. 

"See, a few years ago – not long after I turned 21 – I went to a bar with some guys and I met a girl. This was before I'd met Kim, of course. I bought this chick a few drinks and she was definitely interested. She told me all sorts of things to keep me interested. She told me that she was a stripper (no, this wasn't a strip club. It was an ordinary bar,) and at some point she mentioned that she had stripper girlfriends who would be open to a threesome. 

"This girl was okay in bed; nothing special. After a few times, I asked about those friends. I said I'd like to get some more girls into the action."

"And she was offended, wasn't she?" Mom guessed.

"She never spoke to me again. To be honest, I didn't mind much. There wasn't that much between us."

"How old was this young woman?"

"I think she was nineteen."

Mom put her hand on my cheek. "I'm no nineteen year-old girl."

"Oh, I know that!" I said, resting a hand on her thigh.

"I understand your nervousness, and I'm far from desperate to get another woman in our bed or anything like that. I was joking about the waitress. I wouldn't want something like that now, anyway. Not on this beautiful trip. This is for the two of us. I don't want to share you now. Maybe something will come up in the future, but it'll have to be something...someone more special than a waitress who overheard you making me cum like Niagara Falls."

We drank some water and juice and kissed some more.

The national parks are awesome. After a few days of trying different paths (and finding secluded locations for more intimate explorations of nature) we took time out to do some shopping for souvenirs. Mom insisted I pick up a turquoise necklace for my ex-girlfriend-now-just-friends friend Kim.

"Why? What's the deal with you and Kim, anyway?" My willowy raven-haired mother had been meeting my hard-body strawberry-blond ex for lunch every week or so for the last several months. 

"I think you should show your appreciation for what she's doing for you."

"What? What is she doing for me?"

"She's got that job lined up for you at her PR firm."

"Really?"

"Didn't she tell you? I thought she told you at the bar on your graduation night. You just need to send in your resume´, and Kim will make sure that John takes care of the rest."

"John? Who the hell is John?"

"Kim's boyfriend. The one in the Human Resources department of her firm? Didn't you two talk at all that night?"

"Wow. I guess we didn't talk about much. I mean, I think she mentioned something about being "covered" in the boyfriend department, but...she never said anything about a job or anyone specific named john."

Mom slid her hand into the back right pocket of my jeans, and grabbed gently at my ass. "Well, she told me all about him at your graduation ceremony. Apparently, he's a really charming guy who had been flirting with her for a long time. She finally broke down and let him take her out, and it turns out he's a pretty decent guy."

I put my arm around Mom, to encourage her to keep her hand on my ass.

"You're not jealous are you?"

I shrugged. "No, not really. Kim's great, and I'm glad we're still friends. But my ass is in exactly the right hands this very second." She gave my right butt cheek another squeeze. "I'm just a little disappointed that she didn't tell me she's got a new love in her life."

"Oh, I wouldn't go so far as to say 'love.' The relationship is working out for her, and it looks like it'll help grease the wheels for your employment."




Finding Our Way Ch. 04



I turned, and whispered in her ear, "Let's buy this necklace already, so I can get your sweet ass back to the hotel and I can grease your wheels."

Mom squeaked in anticipation. We paid, and we got out of there.

We were on a roll those two weeks. We soaked the bed sheets almost every night, and almost every afternoon when we got back from whatever outing we'd been on. The one night we didn't shake the walls of our room was only because we'd finally hit upon a slow day when no one was anywhere near the hotel hot tub.

Those things are not as big as they seem at first glance, but we managed to fuck in a few really excellent positions in there. We came into the hot tub room wearing swim suits. Mom wore a simple electric blue bikini. The high-hipped bottoms emphasized the remarkable length and leanness of her legs while dipping in front to reveal every inch of her flat toned tummy. The top cupped her breasts together, showing them off magnificently. She looked so fucking hot in that thing that I nearly ripped it off her and fucked her against the wall of the little room.

We eased our way into the water, and removed our bottoms beneath the bubbling surface. We began conservatively, worrying that someone might walk in on us, with Mom sitting on the edge of her seat, and me on my knees in front of her; her legs wrapped around my ass. We were able to keep most of the fucking motion beneath the waves, so that an accidental intruder would just see us cuddling and kissing.

But my mother's pussy is too good for me to keep my cool, and she loves my cock too much to keep it slow. Before long, we switched around, so she was straddling me, and I was kissing her neck, collar bone and shoulders and squeezing her tits with relish. The molding of the seats, made it difficult to achieve really satisfying penetration in that position though. So finally, Mom climbed off my dick with a mournful grunt, stood up – water running down her slim curves and shining in the soft light – turned around and bent over the opposite edge of the tub. She put one foot up on the seat in front of her, and arched her back to point that spectacular ass at me. She looked over her shoulder at me. Her black hair was plastered to her back and shoulders, her lips were red like blood and her green eyes flashed furiously. She wagged her open pussy at me, her legs, so long and slender, dripping hot water. She said, "Well? Are you gonna bring it home or not?"

I was. I did. Something about Mom's shape that night, the wetness of her whole body and the way she whimpered and moaned as my cock slid in and out and right back in to touch bottom again made me feel like my manhood was longer, thicker and harder than usual. Her body lifted and shudder with my penetrations. She squeezed my dick so hard, it felt like I was plowing my mother's miraculous vagina with a rod the size of an aircraft carrier. It was so hot that it's almost a shame nobody saw me nail my mother doggy-style in the hot tub.

Part 3

The one time my long and slender mother and I failed to ruin our hotel bed in the afternoon was the last full day of our trip; we would be checking out the following morning. Over the weeks we had scouted out the most secluded wild places in the park. We would fool around in a location – I'd usually get my hand up her skirt or down her pants – and we'd listen for the sound of other park patrons. The best place was a good one and a half hour hike away; isolated and beautiful with only a small patch of flat earth among the trees for a picnic blanket.

On our last full day in the park system my mother and I packed up for the hike, and walked hand in hand; silent in our anticipation of being alone together in the wild. We never discussed it, but I think we both looked forward to a special way of saying goodbye to the preserved wonderland. Despite the demands of the hike, neither of us had any appetite for food beyond a few deep pulls on the water bottles we'd brought with us. We laid out the blanket, and ignored the food.

Mom was running her fingernails all over me through my clothes, and my tongue sought a new corner of her mouth to taste. I slid one hand down the back of her jeans and the other up her blouse. Mom was quiet even when I popped her bra loose and pinched her left nipple with a twist. She forced me over onto my back, and scooted down to work my fly. I certainly had no objection, and shifted around to make it easier for my mother to pull my mostly erect penis free.

Normally, Mom eye fucks me while sucking me off, but this time she was too concentrated on the task at hand. Her thick black hair was like a wide scarf covering her head as she coated my manhood with her saliva. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I could feel that she began by taking my balls into her mouth. She licked the shaft two or three times before taking it deep into her throat. 

Mom was in high form out there on the picnic blanket. She kept my dick incredibly warm and wet, and when she wasn't deep throating me she stroked and sucked with unprecedented force. I'd planned to pleasure her all afternoon, but she couldn't wait for my cum, and – due to her skill and enthusiasm – I had no choice about cumming. She reached around and held onto my ass. She forced her lips to my pubic bone and ensured every drop would travel her digestive system.

"Oh fuck, Mom. That was..."

A gurgling slurp was emitted as my mother let my dick out of her throat and mouth, and she sprang forward to lie on top of me. The look on her face was wild and desperate. She reached down to my softening cock between us, and began stroking me with her strong small hands.

"I want more, Kevin," she said just above a whisper into my face. "Can you give it to me?"

"Uh..."

"Are you going to be man enough to give it all to me? I know you just came. I can still taste your dick in my mouth, but I want more. Right now. Can you get hard for me again? Are you strong enough to strip me down and to nail me to one of these trees with...this...with this dream come true?"

I was already hardening again.

"I am your woman, Kevin." my mother said, staring me in the eye. "It is time to fuck your woman like an animal." We started tugging each other's clothes off. This was no easy task as Mom was hesitant to let go of the meat in her hand. When I finally had her bare as her birthday, she let go and stepped back, away from me. My mother is an incredible sight, naked. Her long trim body is toned by more than two decades of dedicated ballet practice. At 5'8" and 120 pounds of muscle, that is very long and fit. Her breasts did not droop despite her forty years. They held proud, more than a handful each. Long black hair framed flaring emerald green eyes, high cheekbones and an elegant long neck.

She kept backing up until she reached a wide old tree trunk. She put one hand on the tree for balance, and let the other hand stroke her almost bare pubic mound. "You want this pussy?" she offered.

"Yes," I said, stepping towards her, naked (still fit from football in years past and regular workouts in more recent years.) with my cock pointing directly at the object of my desire,

"You think this should be your pussy? Should I be yours?"

I took another step. We were less than a foot apart. "Yes. Where do you think you're going with that pussy? You'd better spread it open for me."

A pair of her fingers reached down and spread the folds. "I think you're going to have to come here and take my pussy if you want to make me yours!"

I walked up to her, and the underside of my achingly erect cock's head tapped her upper abdominal muscles. I bent slightly to kiss her and reach down and around to grab her ass. Her arms curled around my shoulders. I grabbed her tail with both hands, and hefted her up. Still holding onto me for balance, she leaned her bare back against the rough bark of the tree. Her toned legs were around my waist, as they'd been dozens of times before. 

She was looking in my eyes with hungry desperation; like I was the only one with the answer to the most important question in her life. How could she wonder after all the wild and passionate sexual abandon of the past months? My balls had not produced one drop of cum in the last six months that didn't end up between her thighs or down her throat. But there she was, held naked in my hands, perched over my bright red cock, looking at me with this wanting waiting look.

I lowered her, back scratching against the tree, onto the only cock I would allow to taste her gaping pussy:

"Mine." I grunted into her ear as she bit her lip and strained to keep her wailing cry subdued. I lifted her back up the full length of my now glistening dick. And, as I lowered her, filling her with cock, I said, "This pussy - this whole woman is mine." Up, and she bit into my shoulder and raked my back with her nails to hold back the scream. "I don't want to hear any more about making you mine. You are mine, and you have been mine for months and I will keep pleasuring you and loving you seven days a week until we both drop." On the word "drop" I quickly lowered her to the root of my bone, and she did her best to stifle a thrilled yipe. I lifted her spread open round little ass, pulling her sopping cunt away from its favorite place. I could hear her breathing; quick little inhalations. "Do you understand me?" I asked, and I lowered her extra slowly into penetration.

She answered with a high whine, "Mmmnnnnnyesssss!"

I continued the pattern of lifting her off my cock as I questioned and skewering her as she answered. "You understand that this pussy belongs to me, and has all along?"

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuh. Yes. Yes!" She ground her clit into my pelvic bone as I gathered the upper arm strength for the next question. Then...

"You understand that you are my woman?"

"Oh, yes, Kevin! Yes. I am all yours. Ohh. Oooh."

"You will never stop being my woman, Mom. You will always belong to me. Won't you, now?"

"Oh, god, Baby." She clutched to me, pulling herself away from the tree. Fucking onto my dick as I stood there. "Yes, I belong to you. I will always be with you. I will be your woman forever!"

We both glistened with sweat as my mother rose and fell with my help. We opened our mouths wide, and kissed deep silent kisses. She moaned softly into my mouth once or twice, and then, all of a sudden, the fingers of one of her hands were in my hair and her body was twitching. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmmm!" she called into my mouth, and I could feel her orgasmic tightening; her arms and legs around me, her inner muscles gripping my member...even her ass muscles in my hands. Her cum oozed down my ball sack. Some of it slid down my right thigh, but most of it dripped onto the dry sod where I stood.

She shivered twice more before insisting that I let her down. I bent my knees until she was standing, and then a little more to unsheathe my prick from her cunt. She smiled at me dreamily, and I had to consciously remind myself to let go of her ass. She took only a few seconds to regain her sense of balance

"I'm your woman, baby. I won't question it again. I promise." Then, still smiling, she turned around, and put both hands on the tree trunk; bending only slightly. She widened her stance, letting her oozing pussy open slightly. Without looking back at me, she spoke to me in a flat low tone. "Now a little more to make me your bitch."

I lay my right hand on her right hip. "My bitch?"

She began rocking her body back and forth between me and the tree. "Make me your little bitch-in-heat. Fuck me right, and tell me I'm your bitch, you'll always keep me in heat and I'll get a spanking if I act like a dirty little bitchAHHH!!! Yessssssss!"

I was plowing into her masterfully (it's what she wanted after all.) She wasn't screaming, but she was gasping loudly for breath with each smashing collision in her womb.

"You want to be my little bitch?"

"Oh yes. Oh please. Please make me your BUNNNHHH! Make me your bitch."

The forest was so quiet that the clapping of my hips on her ass sounded explosive.

"If you're going to be my little bitch-in-heat, you can't act like a dirty little whore. You're going to keep clean for me, aren't you?"

"NNN! Oh! I'm so sorry, Baby, but I've been such a dirty little whore before you came and mastered me with your OHH...Oh fuck...mastered me with your beautiful monster. Isn't there some way? Oh. Oh. Oh. Some way I can earn your forgiveness?"

Remembering what she'd said about spanking, I gave her quick little tap on her beautiful ass. It quivered slightly, and she began to really push back against me.

"Smack that ass like you plan to keep it" she said in what sounded like a deadly serious voice.

I made a wide arc, bringing an open palm down onto the same cheek. The curvature of her cheeks matched my palm so beautifully that a deep pop could be heard for half a mile or more. "Oh fuck, yeah!" Mom said through clenched teeth.

"Are you going to act like a dirty little whore or my good sweet little bitch-in-heat?"

"Uhhhnnn." she seemed to hesitate, her head tilted up and back. I spanked her again with the other hand and she yipped and gasped. "Yes! I'll be your sweet girl. I'll be your clean little bitch." I gripped her hips with almost cruel pressure, and used every muscle in my body to fuck my mother with a fury she'd never brought out of me before that day. Sweat poured down my face, and I could see a river of it running down Mom's serpentine spine.

I gave her bubble another swat. "Am I planning to keep this ass now?"

"NNNYEAH! Fuck!"

Another. "Is this ass mine for good?"

"Oh fuck yes, Kevin, I'm your good girl. I'm going to be the best little bitch-in-heat for you. The best of your life!"

She took a hand away from the tree. She raised upper body enough to reach up and behind herself, all the way back to my head. I leaned forward, and clutched at her soft orbs. We fucked so fast and in such tight little thrusts that we were practically vibrating. I kissed her neck, and tasted the sweat. I wrapped my arms around her torso, and just fucked with all my strength.

I came with an earth-shattering orgasm, and she arched her back to get as much goo as her powerful cunt muscles could squeeze out of me.

We curled up, exhausted, on the picnic blanket; too overheated to cover our dripping bodies. I dozed lightly. The sounds of small animals and insects crawling and the wind in the trees drowned out my mother's breathing, but she snuggled up against my body, laying one dancer's leg across my mid-section and her head on my chest. She scratched absently at my chest hairs.

She said something, but I was too out of it or she'd said it too softly for me to hear.

"Mm?" I half grunted.

"More," she whispered at me. "Please." She withdrew her thigh from me and reached down to my flaccid penis. She pulled at it, not in a stroking way, but as if she was trying to pull me onto her. "Just once more," she said in a voice so soft it resembled a whimper.

I shifted onto my side, and looked down at her. Her hair hid her face, and she would not let go of my prick. Only her upper body was turned towards me. Her legs lay back, spread open.

"Please love me just one more time."

Her voice was weak, but her grip was strong. And her beauty never failed to arouse me if she wanted it to. I began to harden in her pulling grasp, and I pushed a lock of hair from her face to see her smiling at the increasing firmness in her hand. She looked up at me with an open knowing smile. "More," she smiled.

I rolled onto her, and took my time easing into her. She didn't ask if I was teasing her. She didn't say anything at all. She just let her legs lie apart for me in a wide V, and rubbed my arms with her hands. Each time I slid further in. Mom looked down through the space between us at my cock's increasing progress. I hit bottom, and Mom said, "Oh." I withdrew, and she whimpered again. I began sawing patiently in and out of my mother's vagina, and she made the same "Oh." each time I tapped her deepest places.

I don't know if she was too worn out or if this had a different meaning for her, but there was no dirty talk. She bent her knees and drew her legs up so her knees were near her shoulders. "Oh. Oh. Oh." She said as I invaded her again and again. Like each thrust of my cock was a small but important discovery for her.

I lowered my torso onto her, knowing from lots of experience that she could support my weight. Sure enough, her hands slid from my muscled arms to my flexing back, and she hugged me tightly to her bosom.

I began thrusting into mom's glorious hole with a quicker tempo, and the sounds of discovery were replaced my small whimpers, and she began kissing my neck and running her fingers through my hair. Our sexual practices ran the full gamut of affectionate loving, so her behavior – while not the norm for her – only served to remind me how much I loved her. How in love I was with my mother. I sank my manhood deep into her sweet cunt with irregular powerful penetrations, and held inside her each time. I swiveled my hips slightly and swelled the head each time.

"Ohhoh." She said, almost to herself. 

Machine-like I went in and out of her, my balls slapping against her dilating anus. We were both moaning in the increasing frenzy, and she grabbed my head, and pulled it back from her neckline so she could kiss me. Her tongue reached along mine, searching deep into my throat as I slammed my rod hard and deep at the meeting of her thighs and shot the last of my nutrition to the furthest reaches of mom's insides.

We collapsed together, and I realized that Mom had cum at the same instant. I could feel her body convulsing under me, and I thought she was laughing. Then one of her tears fell onto my cheek.

I pushed up to look at her crying face. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, of course," she said. "That was just wonderful. Just wonderful."

She shivered as I withdrew my softening cock from her.

"I don't understand why you're crying. We've had beautiful moments before, but you never cried like this before."

"Ohhoho," she laughed through her crying hiccups. "it's okay, Baby." She drew my face down to hers to give me another loving kiss. "It's almost time for you to get your graduation present number three. Let's have a bite and a sip, and get back to the hotel."

I didn't understand, but Mom wouldn't explain further. So we drank to rehydrate, we ate to build up our strength and I tongued her pussy to have something sweet on my lips as we walked the trails back to the hotel.

Part 4

I was disturbed by Graduation present number three. She told me over dinner our last night in the hotel. Mom knew I'd be resistant, so she talked and talked, covering every angle; addressing every objection before I could make it.

I tried to be careful about my response, and thanked her. I said I was going to need to process everything she'd said. Then I took her up to our room, and made love to her until she cried out that she couldn't take any more and begged me to stop. In my own way, I guess I was trying to convince her that she didn't really want to give me my own apartment. This wasn't something that she really wanted; to send me away.

"We can still be together every night," she said on the way back to her house. "Or whenever you want me. You just call, and I'll be in whatever bed you say. Remember our last day in the forest. I'm yours."

I just nodded. The simple fact was that I thought her idea was smart. We couldn't keep living together long after I began a regular full-time career at the PR firm where my ex-girlfriend Kim had a job waiting for me.

"We can hold off for a few months, though, right?" I asked.

She took my hand, and held it in her lap. "Yes, I'd like that very much. I'd just like to have something set up for you, so that you've got a place furnished and waiting if someone starts to ask what you're still doing in our house." She leaned close to me. "Do you hear what I'm saying? I want you in our house in our bed. I want you home and inside me as much as we can manage."




Finding Our Way Ch. 04







Finding Our Way Ch. 05 Epilogue



Author's note: Here, is the long delayed epilogue. I tried my best to make it worth the wait. Book 2 is well under way, but will certainly require a good bit of time before finding its way here. As always, the characters are not meant to resemble anyone in real life. Fictional people in a fictional world. You get the idea: OnlyFiction.

Epilogue:

I'd been laying pipe in Mom for so long by this time that only now did it occur to me to say, "Um, Kim knows then."

"She's known for a few weeks now."

"And I guess she's okay with everything?"

"She is here in our bed, Kevin." Mom carefully pulled the vibrator out of her perfect little ass, and climbed off the bed and walked over to me, saying, "John showed her some safe ways to stretch out the back end, and now we get to benefit."

"Was John pitching or catching?"

"Both," said Kim, still spread out and waiting. "Be nice, Kevin. John is a nice guy, and he wasn't a bad boyfriend. But there was too little fire. I know it's better with you, and your mother is an incredible help!"

I shook my head. This was all coming so fast. Mom reached me, and kissed me while tugging on my belt.

I could taste Kim on my mother's tongue, and it thrilled me.

Mom led me towards the bed, but I stopped. I pulled her beautiful birthday suit to me, and broke the kiss to whisper in her ear. "Listen, this is great. I won't lie, Kim's sexy as hell and I've thought about bringing her to our bed. But I want to just tell you one more time, that the second you feel left out or in any way unhappy with her being here, I will put her out. I don't care if I'm balls deep up her ass when you tell me. If you say you want me to yourself, she will go. You're my sweet girl, and I am your man."

Mom had my pants down to my ankles, and I had to go where she drew me in order to keep from falling over.

"You're so sweet, Baby. No one could be better to me, and no one could be more grateful than I am. But can you be our man now?" She was stroking me as she whispered into my ear. "I want this. I like Kim. I always have. I like how happy she makes you before and after you meet with her. I like how much she cares about you...she's told me a lot over those lunches we've had. I think you two can be wonderful together, now that you've learned a little bit about going slower. Besides she's got me to help her open her pussy up, and you've got me in every way you want and need. If Kimmy can't or won't, you know Mommy will. I will never stop demanding that you give me that dick, Kevin, but I can enjoy Kim's tongue too. You do remember Kimmy's tongue, don't you?" She looked down at curly haired athlete, and said, "Here, Sweety, your pussy is ready to go, but I think his cock will need to be lubed up too."

Kim was on her side on the bed, and her face was right next to my now raging boner. Mom handed my dick over to Kim, and then put her hand on the back of Kim's head. The younger woman (a few years older than me) didn't need the encouragement. Kim gobbled my dick down with a force I'd forgotten. Between my mother and Kim, I like Mom's style better; she is so enthusiastic about getting my balls on her chin, and she eye fucks me while sucking with passion and gratitude that is hard to match. But I must confess that Kim has the better technique in terms of shut-your-eyes-and-enjoy-the-ride raw physical sensation. She twists, tongues, sucks and nibbles like a master. A sensation that feels all the better when I'm looking into my mother's deep green eyes.

Kim came up long enough to say, "Oh shit, I've missed this meat!" and then got back to it. Mom and I kissed, and I pinched at her hard nipples as Kimberly made my knees weak.

She was slurping away, so she couldn't hear Mom whisper to me, "If I feel left out, I'll let you know, but there's no need to put Kimberly out. One of you can always eat my pussy."

"I'd love to taste your honey, Mom. Let me lie down. Kim can keep..."

"No, very soon you will be planting that dick full-depth in my ass. But before those introductions, you and Kim's pussy need a reunion." The tight curls of Kim's hair rasped against my thighs, and I began to worry that I just might blow my load down her throat before I got any pussy or ass. I put my hand on Kim's shoulder to signal her, but she was lost in the sensation of having my dick in her throat. Mom climbed back onto the bed, and pushed two fingers between Kim's legs; not penetrating, but squeezing her clit. "Time for the cock you've been waiting for Kimmy."

Kim moaned all over the length of my rod, and then released it from her face. She looked up at me with a kid-in-a-candy-shop grin -- her mouth coated with her own saliva, probably Mom's saliva and possibly my mother's cunt juices -- and said. "I'm ready. I'm definitely ready."

It could almost have looked romantic if the scene weren't so pornographic. Kim lay across the bed on her back; her commitment to fitness beyond question. Every inch was perfectly defined, and the sweat from her and my mother had her oiled up for display. Her red hair was long with tiny strawberry curls, spread out beneath her smiling face and shining blue eyes. She opened her legs, and held her arms out to me. I lay gently on top of her, and we kissed. The underside of my rod slid against her completely shaved vaginal mound. She put her arms around my neck, and ground her naked hips against mine.

But the romance was offset by my sinewy mother, curled up on the other side of the bed, trying to worm a pinched-bullet shaped vibrator back up her ass. Mom was silent, but both her thick red lipped mouth and shining green eyes were wide open as she continued to stretch her anus in preparation for the fucking she so richly deserved. She was looking right at me with a gaping smile.

Kim was holding her legs wide apart in anticipation of my girth and length. I kissed her again, and slid just the head of my cock into her; just like mother taught me to do. Kim's eyes closed, and her head tilted back. I took the opportunity to look over at Mom. Her smile for us was warmer now. She was nodding, and the dildo was half way up her well prepared ass.

"More!" Kim whispered into my ear. "I'm ready for you this time, Kevin!"

"I know," I said, "but I want to go slowly, so you know I can and will."

"Uhh!" she cried out as I slid in half my length. She put her hands on my shoulders, and said, "Don't take too much time, Kev. Your mom got me all worked up." I could hear mom moaning nearby and the hum of the activated vibrator. But I kept my focus on Kim. "You can fuck me hard tonight, and it'll be good. I'll make it so good for you! Ohh! Yes, that's right! Put it all inside me!"

She was right. It was unnecessary for me to hold back this time. She wrapped her arms around me, and I picked up the pace. She looked down between our torsos, through the valley of her c-cup breasts, along her ribbed abdominal muscles to where my rod slid in and out and into her again. "Fuck, that' so fucking beautiful." she hissed. It looked like an alien world to me, but I thought better of saying so. She looked up into my eyes, and said, "You're so fucking beautiful, Kevin. Ahh! Yes! Don't hold back!"

I was surprised. The pace I'd taken up was about as fast and hard as she'd been able to take back in the day (about half of the intensity of the pounding I gave my mother most nights nowadays), but her tone and her face were saying she was ready for more.

"Unh. You want more?"

"Yeah!" she said grinning.

"You're sure you can handle more?

"YES! Fuck me, Kevin! Fuck me for real tonight, and I'll love your cock like it needs to be loved!"

"Go on, and give her the real stuff you give me, Sweetie" Mom said. "Just remember to save my share."

Who was I to argue? I gave it to Kim full force.

"Oh thank GOD!" she cried out. "Finally! It doesn't hurt! It finally just feels good! Yeah! Unnnhhh!" Her blue eyes sparked, and her hair looked like dim flames floating along the bed sheets. I was using all my strength, but it occurred to me that she might have been speaking to Mom. This was all so complicated now, but not in a bad way.

I must have looked a little distracted, because Kim said, "Just be with me for now, okay?" I slowed down, thinking of how to respond, and Kim continued. "We're all going to share and have more fun, I promise. But I've missed you, Kevin; missed having you with me like this." She began to wrap her legs around me. Had Mom told her how I liked that, or was this a natural move? Then again, who cares? "I'm still your friend. I'm your lover again. I'm back where I belong: spread open for you. We will take care of your Mom in a little while, but for now welcome me back."

This time we kissed with more familiarity. We had done this sort of thing before, after all. And it was nice. I'd found myself with Kim again, and I had wanted her hard body under mine. And -- best of all -- my mother's lithe body was still there; waiting, naked and eager. I'd regained Kim -- a better lover than she'd been before, and wouldn't have to lose my mother's exquisite attentions.

I kicked back into high gear, sawing my length in and out of Kim's smooth cunt. She squealed like a kid high on a swing, and I could hear Mom moaning nearby. I kissed Kim again, and shifted my weight so I could pinch the nipple of her right breast with my left hand, and stroked my right down her flank. Hard muscles rippled under her skin, and her shape was unmistakable. I grabbed onto her ass, and my fingertips tingled with recognition; they'd held those buns of steel before. They lacked the soft squeeze-ability of my mother's round bubble, but her skin was just as smooth.

With my shaft hard inside her, I ground my pubic bone against her clit. She moaned into my mouth. Then I pulled her lower body up from the mattress while shifting my own hips down. This tilted my rod -- deep in her abdominal flesh -- up in a way that made her scream and cream like crazy. I did it again, feeling her fluids ooze out and over the fingers of the hand that was gripping her smooth rock of an ass.

I nailed her G-spot a third time. She screamed. She ejaculated more of her natural lubricant. She pulled me in with her ankles crossed at the small of my back. She raked my shoulders, drawing deep red lines.

"I finally get to really give it to you, don't I Kim?"

She responded with a nonsensical sound. Something like, "Yahhhyahyah!"

"I'm so glad," I said, slamming my dick to instigate another high pitch call. "I finally get to do THIS to you."

"Yiiiiiiiaaaaaaahhhhhffffuuuccckk!!!" Her body twitched and my fingers were coated with Kim cream and sweat.

"And soon...Uh!...for my mom..."

"FFfff...FFf.....Ooooouuhhhh! Big fucking COCK! Yeah!"

"...something even better than THIS!" With that last word I shoved my middle finger into Kim's asshole. She shrieked until she ran out of air. She bucked so hard, that she nearly threw me off her toned body. I held onto her ass like a rock climber not willing to fall.

"Holy shit." My mother's voice could be heard, faint over Kim's renewed wailing.

I looked over to my mother. She looked fucking spectacular, spread eagle with two thirds of that white vibrator peeking out from her delicious ass cheeks. I held Kim down with my hips (and my penis so deep down in her,) and locked eyes with Mom. Without thinking I spoke: "Put that thing all the way in, and turn it all the way up. It'll half prepare you for what I'm going to do to you with my cock."

Mom's eye's glittered with the thrill of my words for a moment, as Kim thrashed mindlessly beneath me. I tweaked Kimberly's right nipple and stirred my right middle finger around her anus. Then Mom's eyes got glassy as she eased the vibrator all the way home, and cranked the knob on the bottom to full tilt.

I smiled at my mother, and shoved my finger the rest of the way up Kim's muscled ass. Kim erupted all over again, but I kept her pinned down with my dick. My eyes never left my mother's. Kim's loud wet lolling orgasm snapped Mom out of her anal-invasion daze, and she broke into a smile -- impressed -- and her nostrils flared with anticipation. I held still. This allowed Kim to come down from heaven to rest in her puddle of fluids before I withdrew from her lower orifices. She made a low grunt as I pulled out, and was finally still.

The only sound in the room was of the tiny motor making vibrations deep in my mother's rectum. I stood up on the mattress. Kim didn't move or even whimper. Mom stared up at me, unable to speak. I began to walk along the bed to her slick naked form. She couldn't act with the vibrating phallus deep past her anus and the raging red one I was bringing ever closer like the inevitable tide.

She opened her mouth to say something, and I stuffed my dick in there. "Mmff," she moaned onto my rod, and then I felt her hands cupping my ass so that she could keep me in her face.

I put one hand on the wall for balance, and the other on her head. "Here. Taste the parts of Kimberly that your tongue couldn't reach." Mom moaned again, now in harmony with the vibrator buried in her ass.

She slurped enthusiastically while bobbing her head at my hips. I looked down at my beautiful lover, and saw that her enthusiasm had her whole body moving with the blowjob. Her shoulder muscles tightened as she held my lower body as close to her nose as she could get it. Her round breasts swayed as her torso swerved in a dance-like motion. I couldn't see her flat belly from up above her, but I'd traced the lines with my tongue enough times to know its definition. I could just make out the curve of her right hip, and - beyond that - the long lines of her thigh. The vibrator could be heard, but not seen.

At the mention of Kim's deeper flavors my mother dropped a hand to her groin, and added the sucking sound of her fingers down there to the humming and the slurping.

"Unh...Mom..." She was so sexy, and she sucked me with so much passion that I was being pulled over the edge. She looked up at me; dick in her mouth and fire in her eyes. "Fuck...no..." I didn't want to come yet! I wanted to fuck my mother in the ass! But Mom's ministrations were too much for me. "Ah!" The sticky white seed boiled up out of my ball sack and burst like a volcano into Mom's mouth. My knees buckled a little bit. I leaned hard against the wall to stay standing. My mother made a thrilled high pitch noise, and then she was swallowing. My dick-head ached with the fury of the exodus making its way through my piss hole. Oh well. I'd waited this long for entry to Mom's anus. I could wait another 10 or 20 minutes.

I looked down to see Mom's body twitching and jerking with her own orgasm and she swallowed mine. The tiny engine of the vibrator made comic sounds as she shifted violently on our bed.

Kim was, as far as I could tell, still out cold.

I slid down the wall and headboard -- my cock popping from that eager mouth -- until I was kneeling half on top of my mother who was kneeling as well with her back against the headboard. She hadn't managed to contain the flood. There was semen on her nose and cheeks, all over her chin and dribbled over her collar bone and chest. She had a loopy smile, and began to laugh softly when we made eye contact. I let myself tip over onto my right side in exhaustion. "Awww," said Mom. I thought that she would flop onto her left so we could cuddle up nose to sticky nose. I had stopped noticing the buzzing coming from her ass.

She wasn't ready to cuddle yet.

She leaned to her own right, and threw her left leg over my hips.

I'm totally flaccid, I thought. There's no way she's gonna get any reverse cow girl action right now. I was too tired to speak, though. And that was a good thing, because she began scooting back. She was straddling my stomach. Her bubble shaped ass cheeks shone proud with lube, sweat and I could only guess what else in the dim light. Her thighs looked so long and smooth. My mother is just such a delicious creature! More scooting. She was straddling my chest. Her cunt was smearing fluids all over my torso. The vibrator looked like a giant white button where her asshole should be. She continued scooting, and I heard myself say, "Oh yeah, bring it to me."

She planted that midnight pussy right on my face, and ground it into my happy mouth. I ate her with a renewed apatite, and reached up to take a perfectly-fitting ass cheek into each hand. She was fucking delicious; had never tasted so good! I could hear the buzzing louder than before, but couldn't think of its origin with my tongue reaching into her.

I expected her to take my drooping member into her mouth, but she just rubbed her face -- her whole head -- against my groin and made sounds like cats fighting. She was going to take my tongue lashing for herself, and just enjoy the smell of my spent balls; at least for the moment. That was fine with me. I love her so much. I wanted to call out to her, but all I managed was, "I lovmfff!" before she shoved her swollen dewy lower lips back into my face with rough impatience.

No talk, just eat, eh? Like I said before, that was fine with me.

I ate my mother's pussy until my tongue ached. I wiggled the deep-buried vibrator inches above my forehead. I squeezed her ass, and massaged her back and shoulders. I was able to reach down near my mid-section to pinch her nipples. I touched and rubbed every inch of her body I could reach without losing her cunt from my mouth.

I don't know how long we did that. I don't know whether it was Mom's yowls that got me hard again or her fragrant juices or her face rubbing against my genitals or the spectacular lean dancer's body under my fingertips or the thoughts of how deeply in love I was with this woman. Probably all of the above. In any case my south did rise again, and it did find its way back into my mother's mouth.

It felt great as usual, but I began to notice that something felt different. It was a good different, but I wasn't sure at first what it was. Her mouth was all over my cock; head, shaft, balls head again, balls again, lots of shaft. On and on like that. And she seemed to be shifting around quickly too. I couldn't see anything, thanks to the manicured pussy, the high riding bubble and the mile long legs filling my view. And then something happened that made me certain that something was different: My whole cock was in Mom's hot wet mouth, including my balls! I've said it many times before: Mom can take a dick, and she can take it all the way down her throat. But she can't fit my balls in there at the same time!

I heard a moan, and felt the vibrations of it only on the head and shaft. Then I heard a second moan join the first, and I could feel a delicious vibration in my balls too.

Of course! My hard-bodied strawberry blond was gargling my sack while my raven haired oedipal wet dream was deep throating my shaft.

The physical sensation was great. The realization what must be happening was a tremendous thrill!

I'd cum too recently to be anywhere near the precipice of an orgasm. The double-tongue bath my mother and girlfriend were giving me was otherworldly, but there was something else I wanted. I promised myself I'd get both of their mouths on my dick again sometime in the future, then I detached my mouth from my mom's molten quim.

I grabbed her hips on either side of my head, and pushed her up like a modified bench press. She squealed onto my rod, and then let it out of her throat with a fleshy shlurp sound. I put her down gently as I could manage. "Kimmy," I could hear her saying. "Give me a kiss now. I think it's time for Kev to test our work." Kim didn't make a sound, but my balls felt cooler as she released them from her mouth in order to lock lips with my mother.




Finding Our Way Ch. 05 Epilogue



They both Mmm-ed in their kiss, mixing and sharing the flavors of my cock and balls, as I crawled over to the patch of bed behind my mom. She spread her legs for me to be able to kneel behind her. Kim's hand was on the back of Mom's head as their kiss deepened. Mom's hands remained palms down on the bed.

With a deep breath, I took in the view: My slinky and toned mother lying naked on her stomach across the width of our bed, her long black hair hiding her face as she shared a soul kiss with the tight muscled young woman who was kneeling or squatting (I couldn't tell which from my vantage point) on the floor next to the bed in order to be able to get my balls in her mouth earlier. Now she was at eye level with Mom so she could help her (us) through this next thing we'd been dying to do.

I grabbed my mother's sculpted hips, and pulled them up. Mom yipped as the women's kiss broke. I looked between her sweet buns at what little remained of the white shaft up her ass. The base of the vibrator was a high-medium-low-off dial. I heard Kim speaking to my mom in tones of gentle authority. "Remember to keep the muscle as relaxed as possible for now. You can grip at Kev when he's gotten all the way in, and you're both hitting a good rhythm. For now keep yourself soft as possible." Mom was nodding at Kimberly's words.

I tuned the dial to "off," and my mother gasped.

"Pull it out very slowly, Kev," warned Kim. I locked eyes with my returned girlfriend. She looked serious and calm. What a great girl.

I did exactly as instructed. Mom moaned with a kind of "uhh uuhhh uuuuuhhhhh," that sounded to me more like relief than sexual excitement. When the stilled vibrator was completely out, my mother put her head down on the bed with a whimper. Her ballet dancer's ass was still up and pointing at me; her pucker wide and inviting.

But she was so still. I had last second reservations. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Mom? You seem...I don't know..."

"Oh, Kev. You're so sweet," said Kim, stroking Mom's hair. "But you've got it all wrong," She turned to my mother. "Isn't that right? You want him in your ass now, don't you?" Mom could only nod her head. "Now that you've taken the vibe out, she feels empty."

"So empty inmmm...." My mother slurred.

"Trust me Kevin. A girl knows. That round ass there needs that beautiful cock. Godamn, she's hot."

My mother's ass rocked slightly before me. She was trying to wiggle it, but was too stunned from the removal of the vibrator to do more. Kim stroked Mom's hair away from her face. I could only see one of my mom's eyes. She blinked and said, "It's okay, Baby. Put your beautiful penis in Mommy's bottom. Mommy needs a big dick up in there now. Mommy needs your loving shaft deeeep deep past her pucker. Come on, Baby, give me some cream in there."

I lined the piss hole up to the asshole. Mom's anus expanded and then contracted, pinching the tip of my dick. We both moaned. I felt the mattress shift with a new weight to my left, and I held off invading Mom's ass in order to look there. Kim was walking on her knees toward me. Sweat and earlier strain made every muscle on her body pop. She looked like one of those half naked women on the covers of my dad's old Conan the Barbarian novels...except she was completely naked; 100% sweaty muscular definition. She smirked as she approached, sure of her astonishing sexual heat and knowledge at this moment.

My left hand fell away from my mother's left ass-cheek so I could pull Kim's tiny muscled body to me. The strawberry blonde's waistline felt hot and hard, smooth and slippery.

Mom pushed her ass back at me in anticipation, and the width of my mushroom pressed at her sphincter. Mom moaned, and Kim pressed her slick naked breasts against my side.

Kim squeezed my shaft with her left hand, and wrapped her right arm around my torso for balance and affection. She kissed my neck, then my jaw. She stroked the shaft with her left, and pushed at the small of my back with her right; urging me to enter. She nibbled at my earlobe, and whispered in a soft whiny voice, "Get into your mother's ass, you dirty boy. You both want it. You both need it. She can take it. Fuck her in the ass, Kevin. She's gonna love it!"

With Kim's words in my mind and her tongue in my ear, I pushed my cock head past Mom's anus and into her rectum. Kim's hand followed my shaft to the pucker, and then slid up the curve of Mom's spectacular left ass cheek. My mother made a war cry at the anal penetration. "OhhhhOOOOH!"

After pressing nearly half way in (to my own surprise) I withdrew slowly until just the head was still in my mother's rear cavity. I eased my way back in, and Kim smacked Mom's ass as I passed the half-way mark.

"HOLY FUCK YES THAT'S RIGHT!" Mom crowed, and I noticed Kim letting her free hand slide down to her own wet groin.

I pulled out of Mom's ass only a little bit this time before gently pressing my member the whole rest of the way in. I could hear my mother shrieking with explosive joy in my right ear, and Kim panting like a bitch in heat into my left.

Out from between my mother's cheeks, and then I sawed back in, reclaiming her shitter without hesitation.

"Fuck FUCK you're fucking -- OH! -- fucking HUGE in my ass Kevin! AH," dearest mother declared.

Kim's right arm fell away from my back, caressing my ass as it went. She sat on her knees, diddling herself, and watching us; supplicant before the love and beauty of her well-muscled man balls deep in his gorgeous mother's ass. The fingertips of my left hand slid along her smooth tight skin as she sank to our side. Then I brought my hand forward to grab mom's hips, and squeezed.

Mom moaned in response. My cock felt hard as stone in Mom's backside. In a flash my mind contrasted the hard body of Kim's mid-section to my mother's soft hips and superior posterior. My fingers reported in Kim a hard body I would be desperate to fuck again, but on contact with Mom I felt the softness that ignited overpowering desire...and a deep hungry love.

"I love you, Mom," I said as I began really fucking that bubble.

"YAAA!!" She shrieked, and then pushed herself upright into doggy position. I did not slow down for a second. If anything, I fucked her corn hole even harder. My world turned red, and there seemed little else but my cock going from hard as stone to hard as steel deep where my mother never dreamed she'd take anyone. Over and over. I fucked her with the most complete wild abandon I'd ever enjoyed. I was nearly lost in it, but I could hear my mother calling. It was like those crazy soccer commentators. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh!" Deep gasp "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhh!" On and on she cried out the single syllable, and I fucked her like Armageddon was on the doorstep. There was nothing else but my hands repeatedly yanking my woman, ass first, onto my rigid shaft, and her never-ending orgasm. It was complete delirium. I felt dizzy as the deepest reaches of Mom's rectum became my new center of gravity. "AHhhhyyyeeee LOVE you in my ass, BABY!!"

"UH!" I cried out, and smacked her right ass cheek. She screeched so high and loud that her voice broke and the sound turned ragged and painful sounding. "I love you so much!" I was fucking so fast and hard we probably just looked like a blur to Kim.

"Come in my ass, PLEASE, Kevin!" Mom said with a scratchy voice.

"UHHH!" I think I might have been tearing up. My balls and shaft felt bloated, like they'd swelled to ridiculous proportions.

"PLEASE BABY! I neeeeeeeddd...ahhhhh....cooommeeeeeyyyeah! In my ass! In my ass! Inmyasinmyassinmyass! Yiiiiiiiiieesssss!!!!"

Colored spots flashed in my vision, and I came and came and came. There was no way her ass could hold all that cum. I could have filled a fucking bathtub with all the semen my mother's sweet round dancer's ass made me blow. I knew I was about to black out, and I knew that a sudden complete withdrawal could hurt her. So I grabbed hard at her hips, and held her ass against my hips as I tipped us both over onto our right sides.

My ball sack squeezed one last shot into mom's perfect cheeks.

And everything went black.

Kim claims that she came so hard just from watching us that she fell of the bed. Sounds silly, but it's what she says. Mom says that she felt me soften and slip free of her, but she hadn't realized I'd blacked out until she heard Kim saying my name with concern in her voice. A splash of water and a playful batting at my cheek was enough to wake me. I'd been out for less than two minutes.

"It's never been like that," my mom said with a smile. I was so drained I could only blink at her in reply.

"Oof. Let's get you situated," Kim said from somewhere nearby but out of my vision. She grabbed my arm and dragged me to lie with my head on a pillow and my feet pointing at the foot of the bed.

I blinked one slow blink and shook my head with a moan. I lifted my free hand about six inches off the mattress. I had to give up and let it drop. "Wah..thuh...water." The mattress wobbled, and after a minute my mother appeared with a small glass of water from the attached bathroom. I sipped twice then chugged the rest down like a shot.

I felt a warm and wet sensation on my flaccid and over-sensitive cock. It felt like shag carpeting, but it was only a warm washcloth. My mother was sitting naked on her heels at my side like a handmaiden from long ago, washing semen, saliva and residue from Kim's pussy and her own ass off my dick. She looked peaceful and focused on her task.

Kim sat -- rippling in naked sensuality -- by my shoulder. She pushed her hand down on my chest, and said, "You okay, Hon?"

"Yeah," I said. The washcloth gave my shaft a squeeze. I looked over at Mom. She smiled to herself, and then looked over at me with a demure smile and doe eyes. "I feel a bit winded, but, yeah. That was phenomenal."

Kim scooted down to snuggle up to my left. She rested her head on my shoulder, and said, "Good. Do you need some more water?"

I smacked my lips twice and realized that I did. Kim rolled away and off the bed in order to walk around it and out the bedroom door. The cool air touched my penis, and Mom hummed in adoration of what the washcloth revealed. I looked down my torso to her again, and we smiled at each other.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I just love your cock so much." She rested her right hand on it as she spoke.

"Nothing to be sorry about, Mom. C'mere. I'm so glad you do. It loves you too." She giggled, and snuggled up on my right. "I love you. All of me." I felt her long lean body mesh perfectly with me. Her slender right thigh rested on mine.

"You felt so wonderful in my bottom, Kevin." She said. She kissed my neck, and nuzzled against it. "I can't remember ever being so happy. I'm so glad to have you inside me. With me here."

Kim came back and handed me a bottle of water from the kitchen. She walked around the bed again in order to snuggle back up to my left.

"Me too, Mom," I said. "This is just incredible."

"And it could never have been like that without Kim," my mother added.

My eyes began to slide shut on their own, and I felt Kim's strong thigh slide gently up my left leg. She hummed from nearby, "Everything is so different. Everything is so good." I felt my mother's hand slide across my chest, and then on to contact with Kim's head in some way. I didn't bother to look. My head began to swim, exhaustion washing over me.

"Uh...I think I'm gonna have to sleep." I mumbled. Two hands began rubbing my chest, and soft coos of comfort and encouragement seemed to spin around my head. In my left arm I felt Kimberly's hard body, like an unusually short amazon warrior. Every curve called for sex, a carefully crafted figure boiled down to the most essential sexiness of woman. In my right was Mom, long and slim and sleek and beautiful. She'd be a contender for playmate of the millennium if Playboy had ever had the fortune to spot her. They were so beautiful, and they were so hot for me. Me. Just for lucky lucky me.

As I seemed to sink deeper into the mattress and out of the waking world, I heard Kim say, "Shi...Kev, is that you? Are you hard again already?"

The last thing I heard before falling asleep was my mother hushing her, "Leave it until the morning, darling. Wait 'till you see what he can do with it after a full night's rest."

I slept very well. I dreamed great dreams.

But waking was better.