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Forever We

By: tuballcain



I would like to thank Oediplex 8==3 for his help and assistance in editing my true account to enable me to share it with you



This is not a fictitious story of incest between an eighteen-year-old well-hung stud and his very young mum, as I am fifty and she sixty-eight years old. 

This is an actual true account of our incestuous love that which has just recently commenced and shall continue between my mother and I.

Before we became lovers we had both been "normal", in that mother and I were both married. She to my father, and myself to my wife of twenty three years, Patricia. We all had fairly normal lives, with separate work and home activities taking up most of our time. Mother and I met at least once each week, either with dad and Patricia, or on our own. We were always very touchy-feely when together. 

Dad and I both being Free Masons, the four of us attended many Ladies Nights and other social functions together as a family. At most of these, mother and I would enjoy the opportunity of dancing together. I have to admit that each time we danced, mother always danced so close I could feel her body rubbing against mine, which resulted in a huge erection on my part. I knew she could feel it brushing against her, and she knew that I knew. Nothing was normally mentioned; however on one occasion, when she was a little the worse for drink, she pushed hard against my penis as we danced and whispered, "Patricia is such a luck girl."

Then two years ago our lives changed dramatically. Dad was taking Patricia to visit her mother, who was ill in hospital, when the car that dad was driving was struck by an enormous truck. Both Patricia and dad were killed.

Mother and I were devastated; but time is a great healer and we did have each other.

We lived within walking distance of each other. Over the last two years it became normal for us to see each other most days. We soon drifted into a routine where we ate together, we spent most of our leisure time with one another and on weekends as well. I either slept at her house or she at mine. A cuddle in front of the television in the evening became normal, as did kisses on the lips rather than cheeks. It wasn't unusual for people to perceive us to be a couple, rather than mother and son. Indeed, we were so, other than at that stage we never slept together.

It soon became apparent that it would prove beneficial for us both if we set up a home together. So after not too much discussion, we decided to sell both of our houses, and with the proceeds purchase a new place, a dream home together.

At that time I was offered, and readily accepted, an early retirement with a fantastic separation and pension package. The company which I worked for wanted to downsize due to the economic climate.

I suggested to mother that as we were now to be free of any day-to-day responsibilities, other than to one another, we ought to consider purchasing our new house in a warmer climate, even perhaps a different country. She thought this a fantastic idea, which would, as she put it, "give us a new start".

As such after two months of hard searching, we found our new home. It was situated in on a beach near a town called Algeciras in the south of Spain opposite Gibraltar. The house being beautiful and fully furnished was without doubt our perfect dream home.

Our original family homes were eventually sold. The completion dates of each were two weeks apart. As my old house was first, I became homeless and duly moved in with mother to help her with the disposal of her furniture.

We really enjoyed being together all the time. Organizing the removal of all the furnishing by either selling, or disposing most of it to charity shops, or taking it to the local tip to dump and have done with it. Only remaining were her double bed, linens etc., and various items of kitchen bits and pieces in the house. Just enough to enable us to camp-out for a few days, before we departed for our new home in the sun.

We both agreed readily and on my part eagerly, to share the only remaining bed on the final night in the house.

On the day before we left, we spent most of the time cleaning and supervising the moving company we had contracted as they carried out of the house most of our clothing and personal items. So come that evening we were in an almost empty house, with virtually no clothing other than what we wore, and just a few items to change into for our traveling to Spain.

After a long day spent cleaning each of the rooms in the house, we were both tired and in need of a bath, so we took it in turns to utilize the bathroom prior to retiring to bed. Neither of us had any proper night wear so I elected to wear a pair of boxer shorts and mother decided on a bed shirt similar to an old fashioned man's shirt with a tail and no collar.

Mother occupied the bathroom first and after what seemed an age she eventually emerged with her long very thick grey almost white hair combed out, hanging in ringlets down past her shoulders. She slipped into bed wearing only her bed shirt. On completing my bathing I turned out the bathroom light, the better to try to hide the erection that had erupted at the thought of sleeping next to my mother.

I went into the darkened bedroom and climbed into the bed beside her. I snuggled up to her and inhaled her clean womanly smell. She was lying on her side with her back to me, I put my right arm over her and snuggled up to her feeling the warmth of her soft body against my own. My open hand soon discovered that her shirt was not buttoned leaving her body naked to my touch! My hand gently alighted upon and cupped her round breast feeling the fullness of it.

I expected her to move away from me but she just snuggled further into me. She must have been able to discern my very hard erection resting in the hollow of her warm buttocks. I could feel her nipple growing erect under my palm. Taking it in between my thumb and finger, I gently massaged it. Mother sighed a soft sigh and turned to face me.

We cuddled with each other, looking into each other's eyes, no words were spoken. Our lips met in a soft sensuous kiss our lips parted our tongues probing and touching. My right hand fell to her buttocks cupping them and pulling her to me. Her hand was in between us and in full contact with my very hard penis, which had poked free from my boxer shorts.

We broke the kiss. She said coyly, "That was nice". 

I responded softly, "I have been waiting for so many years to hold you like this, and tell you how much that I love you. How I have wanted to make love to you all of my adult life". 

I expected her to be annoyed at what I had whispered, but she responded, "Oh darling and I you! It has been so difficult to want you and not to be able to have you". She then whispered "Kiss me again darling". After that long and sensuous kiss, with our tongues entwining, each of us knew in that moment that we had crossed a boundary.

I said, "Shall we make love?"

Mother looked at me, and taking my very hard penis in her hand, stroking the length of it, said, "Darling, I would love to so much . . ." She took my hand and placed it between her open thighs. I could feel the wetness of her on my fingers ". . but no," she said, "not here, not in this bed."

I realized that we were in the very bed that my mother and father had shared; so I understood why. We kissed another long wet kiss. Mother looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "I love you so much, darling Colin, and tomorrow, in our new home, I will show you just how much." Before I could respond, she turned over. I cuddled her and gently massaged her full breasts as I drifted off into a deep contented sleep.

Morning came to me gently with a kiss, first on one closed eye then the other, followed by a wet kiss planted on my mouth. On opening my eyes, beauty filled my vision. Mother's face looked down on me as she straddled me, her naked breasts with their dark nipples gently touching my chest. She said, "Come on sleepy head its time to get up!" I held her and rolled her over, coming up on top and above her.

After kissing her soft mouth I said, "That's how you used to awake me when I was a boy."

"Yes" she replied, "Come on, move! We have only three hours before our taxi to the airport arrives.

Hurry, you need a shave and I need a pee." 

I ran my hand down to her Mons and gave it a gentle stroke and joked, "You also need a shave."

I rolled off her and stood beside her, and indicating my hard penis which was pointing at her said, "And I also need a pee."

She exclaimed, "Oh, I thought that I had caused that!", and planted a kiss on the end of it just sucking the end into her mouth before scampering away to the bathroom. I followed and on entering the bathroom there mother was sitting on the toilet naked, with her disheveled hair cascading down her back, as she emptied her bladder with the sound of tinkling as her stream hit the water in the bowl. I thought it one of the most erotic things I had ever witnessed.

She entered the shower and placed her hair in a cap to keep it dry. As I shaved, I looked at her via the mirror. She was so tall and with a slender waist, feminine full-bottomed. Shaved Mons at the top of long slim legs, large full breasts that slightly sagged to rest on her chest, with huge dark auroras surmounted by long purple nipples. Her long neck was crowned by her beautiful face.

I joined her in the shower as the water cascaded over us. I took the soap from mum and started to rub it over her body, reveling in the feel of the slippery suds covering her torso under my hands. After a few minutes I was kneeling before her as the suds were washed away by the warn water. I placed a kiss at the junction of her legs, my lips feeling the prickly sensation from the slight amount of stubble left from her pubic hair. 

As my tongue sought entry, she crouched just enough to part her legs. I parted her lips and ran my tongue the full length of her delicious pussy, eventually settling on and lapping at her clit. I heard her moan as she pulled my head toward her. I attempted to rearrange my position as I pulled her to me with my hands on her buttocks.

But she said loudly, "Oh no! Don't stop now!"

So I plunged my tongue back in; within just a few seconds she called out, "I'm cumming! Oh yesss . . ." She pulled my head into herself, with my face so hard against her it almost cut off my ability to breath. At last she relaxed and I gave her pussy a departing kiss, arose and with my lips all covered in her juices kissed her full on the mouth.

She eventually spoke in a low embarrassed voice, "Darling that was so good I have fantasied over this happening for years, especially after we had danced together and I could feel you hard against me through my dress. When dad and I got home he always went straight to bed. I would go and shower where I would play with myself until I climaxed, always thinking about you and me doing this and more".

I hugged her naked body to me and knowing that we were short of time I turned to get out of the shower. Before I could get out mother grasped my hard penis and said with a grin on her face, "No Colin be a good boy and let mother finish playing out her fantasy." She turned me to face her, knelt in front of me and took the end of my penis into her warm mouth. She took it out again all wet from her mouth and looking at it she said, "I have always wanted to do this, you are just right. I adore the pink circumcised end, it looks so inviting!" With that, she took me into her mouth as far as she could, swirling her tongue around it. Almost immediately my legs were trembling and I could feel my balls tightening at the start of what I knew was going to be a huge orgasm.

I exclaimed "I'm going to cum" expecting her to take her mouth away, but on hearing that she sucked me in further. I gripped hold of her head in both of my hands, pushing deeper into her mouth. I started to ejaculate, it seemed I was pumping gallons of it. I looked down at her as she swallowed my offering; mother looked up into my eyes as she continued to milk me of all I could give.

All too soon, I was quite tender and started to go soft in her mouth. She rose off her knees and kissed me as I had her with her mouth open and her tongue covered in my ejaculate found mine. I tasted me on as our lips and tongues met. I said, "We have to go!" So we both spent a few moments washing away the residue of activities from each other. As we exited the shower, Mother said, "Well darling after that perhaps you should call me Ursula not mother."

"Yes, please" I said, "but just some times when on our own I would like to call you mother."

"OK" she said, "when?"

I responded by whispering in her ear saying, "When I make love to you tonight in our new home."

"Oh?" she said, "have I to wait that long?"

The next few hours flew by with us both getting ready to leave; clearing the last remaining items from the house, disposing of remaining trash, and contacting solicitors and banks regarding the completion of the house sale of mother's house. Then it was all finished, all our bills paid, the money from the house sale deposited in the bank, and the new owner's moving truck had arrived. We handed over the keys, wished them well, and after a last look at the house we departed with our travel bags by taxi to Heathrow Airport.

Arriving at Heathrow shortly, we then had the normal aggravation with checking, we boarded our flight to Gibraltar. Two and a half hours later, after a pleasant flight, we laded at Gibraltar. Passing through the airport with our hand luggage we walked hand in hand in the sunshine, crossed the few yards to the border with Spain, then flashed the passports at emigration and passed through customs. In La Linea we engaged a taxi to take us via the coast road and motor way on the pleasant journey to our new home.

Arriving we stood in front of the fence, we kissed before opening the small pedestrian gate and entered the garden we had. The sprinklers were watering the lawn. The surface of the pool was rippled by the breeze off the sea, it sparkled in the sunlight. Our house was built on stilts, constructed above the parking area. Climbing up the stairs we passed through the door to our new home and flew into each other's arms. I said to mother, "Why don't we shower and meet in the master bedroom in half an hour." Therefore, we each went to smaller separate bedrooms, each of which had adjoining bathrooms. 

I stripped off my clothes unpacked my bag and showered in the big wet room, then put on a lightweight kimono. I made my way to the kitchen, in the fridge were two bottles of Cava, which I had placed there during our last visit and collected a couple of glasses from the cupboard. Looking out the huge windows over the sea I realized that the sun was setting and it was getting dark, I proceeded to join the love of my life, my mother.

Softly opening the door, on entering the darkened room I immediately detected the subtle fragrance of roses and jasmine, mother's perfume of choice Coty L Aimant. I always brought her a bottle of this particular skin cream perfume for each of her birthdays. My eyes on becoming accustomed to the darkness were filled with her presence sitting upon the large bed. She was silhouetted against the whiteness of the full-length net curtains, which were billowing from the evening sea breeze passing into the room via the open wall-to-wall windows. 

Mother rose to her feet with no apparent effort, elegantly unfolding until she stood facing me, a sensual woman belying her sixty-eight years. Dressed in a similar kimono to my own, her silhouette was framed by the view of the sea and Gibraltar in the close distance, visible through the net curtains. "Come to mother, darling Colin." she uttered, and held out her arms wide open.

I took the few steps toward her into her arms, no need of words to be spoken as we embraced. Her perfume invaded my senses. The feel of her breast soft against my chest inflamed me as I cupped her buttocks with my right hand, whilst my left placed in the center of her back drew her to me. Our lips met full and wet, not the kiss of mother and son but more with the passion of lovers, lips parted to allow our tongues to slither past, to explore and taste.

I could feel the heat emanating from her body, stirring my manhood, as her breasts and pelvis pressed into my own. I pulled away from her and stepped back, leaned forward and taking hold of her kimono by the lapels looking directly into her eyes; smiling I gently slid it from her body, letting it pool around her feet leaving her naked to my view. I appraised her, from her sensual face above a slender long neck, with her many ringlets of her thick gray hair cascading over her shoulders, to fall over her magnificent full breasts almost hiding her large dark nipples where I had once fed.

My eyes traveled down, passing her womanly plump waist and for an instant settled on the junction that her long, long legs made with her body. Just a glimpse was available to me of her Mons now perfectly shaved and so inviting that I became in an instant fully aroused and so hard. I directed my view to her eyes and stepped back another pace holding her eyes with mine, I slowly removed my own Kimono tossing it aside to stand proudly naked before her, the son of fifty years with a what I hoped was a defiant but naughty boy look upon my face.

Mother tore her eyes from my gaze and looked down at my naked body as I stood before her. I know that I looked so much like my father, her husband, tall with broad shoulders, a slim waist and long legs but smaller framed than my father. Unlike dad, whose body had been covered in a mat of dense hair, I had little body hair and that which I did have under my arms and on my pubes, I shaved. She directed her gaze at my naked body and fully erect penis with its circumcised pink head held almost vertical against my navel. Again I knew that it was the same but different to my father's 'cock', as Dad had called his own penis, for his had been a more modest uncircumcised male organ surrounded by dense hair.

I stepped forward lifting Mother with my arms around her and moved her back until I felt her legs come into contact with the side of the bed, sitting her down so that her head became level with my erect penis. She leaned forward and kissed it on the pink hard tip. I gently push her onto her back to lay on the bed with her legs bent and feet still in contact with the floor. I leaned over and my hand slipped between her legs gently pressing on her Mons as I kissed her on her full lips, yet again our tongues intertwined tasting each other's sweetness.

I broke the kiss and trailed my lips down her neck to her left breast, gently sucking on her nipple, feeling it expand in my mouth. Whilst the index finger of my hand played at mother's Mons. I slipped it inside her hot wet vaginal passage as my middle finger softly stroked against her tight bottom button. She writhed in my grasp, whimpering as she opened like a flower to my administrations.

Continuing down with my lips and kneeling, I rearranged her legs over my shoulders, my mouth searching for and then covering her pudenda. My tongue found the entrance between her engorged lips and slithered into her as I sucked and savored her sweetness. Meanwhile, my hands moved up to her breasts where, taking her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, I teased them even more erect.

I lapped at her pussy sucking on her like a ripe peach, my tongue penetrated deeper. I sensed her climax coming, so taking her clitoris between my lips I gently sucked on, it as I plunged two fingers deeply in and out of her vagina, another finger gently vibrated just inside her bottom. Mother writhed and moaned bucking her hips against my mouth and hand, she screamed out, "Yes, now!" as she climaxed against my mouth.


Forever We



After she had stopped climaxing I rose above her and moved her to the center of the bed where I placed my mouth covered in her juices upon hers, kissing her so that she could taste herself on me. Mother was smiling as she asked me to lay on my side, laying beside me facing my feet. She took the end of my throbbing leaking penis deep into her mouth sucking. Licking as she took me up to, but not quite to climaxing, whilst I writhed under her attentions. I sought out her pussy again with my mouth, lapped and sucked at her, drawing the lips deep into my mouth. 

I knew that I could not delay my climax much more so I tore myself loose of her hot mouth, and rolling on top I reared over her. Looking down into her eyes I said, "Please ask me."

Mother gazed up at me with a look of embarrassment on her face, but I felt her pulling me toward her with her hands upon my hips. She whimpered like a virgin girl "Fuck me, fuck me Colin."

I entered her without any guidance, going deep and hard like a guided missile programmed to home. She pushed her hips up against me as she met each of my deep thrusts. We were looking into each other eyes and knew it was time, as together we both climaxed. Mother crying out a long "Oooh!" My lips pulled back over my teeth, my back arched like a bow, as I thrust into her hard and deep. I remember calling out, "Mother!" as I pumped and discharged all of my seed deep into the warm place that I had come from so many years before.

Mother's legs remained locked tightly around my waist, her muscles holding and contracting around my throbbing spitting penis as she attempted to milk me of all I could offer. Too soon it was past and we collapsed in each others arm onto the bed, spent. We lay still, recovering for few minutes; nothing being said, as we both understood that a new life had just begun for both of us. And forever we would now be a couple.

Mother kissed my lips softly but sensuously and in doing so took my now limp penis into her hand. Amazingly, I started to again harden, she broke the kiss and turned to take my rapidly stiffening penis into her mouth as she cupped my testicles. I pushed my head in between her open thighs my tongue searching for her warm wet nether lips.

So we initiated our special 'Mother and Son' loving, and we continue yet even like two young lovers. We cannot get enough of each other, either making love gently, or fucking each other hard; our lives are full of each other. We are so fortunate to have found one other, and have overcome the taboo to enjoy the ultimate love that can be had between two people.

I hope to bring a second part of our story to the readers, of what we discovered about our respective love lives with our spouses earlier, before we became lovers; and the wild and kinky sex that we have gone on to explore with this new and fabulous relationship that we have developed subsequently, and why they're right when they say, "Incest is best!"



Forever Young



Alexis burst out laughing at the question. She blushed and grinned at the other two girls. She couldn't answer the question that Erika was asking. 

"I don't know what cum tastes like."

It was the only answer she could give. She had just been describing her experience with her boyfriend Joe. Yesterday had been a thrilling day, and she had gone further than she ever had before. 

The other girls giggled. Yes, they were all nervous, and they all had nervous energy. For Alexis, it made her flush. And that wasn't the box wine that was doing that. 

Erika had been the instigator. Although she presented herself as a Jewish American Princess, she was the most sexually experienced of the three of them. Alexis hated that about Erika. It made Erika hard to talk to, especially in contrast to Becky, who was so good at listening. Becky was the innocent one that never did anything wrong. Also Jewish, she had the complexion of a redhead and was blessed with C cups on a petite frame. It had occured to Alexis that their oversized breasts were something they all had in common.

Alexis thought about last night's events and how turned on she had been after seeing Joe. She had gone home and spent hours fingering herself and finding release. Her knees turned inwards involuntarily as she thought about Joe. 

Last night had started off as a regular evening. Joe had come over and they hung out in her living room for about an hour, watching crappy movies on USA and gossiping about their classmates. Her parents had cancelled their plans and were cooking stir fry in the kitchen. She wanted to drag Joe into the basement so she could get closer to him, but her parents would have objected. 

They decided to go for a walk to the park down the street. It was closed off on three sides, and only on rare occasions were other people there. It wasn't much of a park, just a stand of pine trees, a picnic table and a BBQ grill.

They walked down there holding hands, and Alexis remembered how electric she felt. Her entire body had been tingling with anticipation. She had a gymnast's body, with broad shoulders and a flat stomach. Her Irish heritage meant that she was blessed with a lot of freckles. She loved her boobs, since they were large (D cups) and got her attention, but she hated them because they caused her endless back pain. They had held her back from being a better gymnast.

She knew that Joe had been attracted to her boobs at first. But after 3 months of dating, he definitely liked her because she hadn't let him get into her clothes. And she knew that he liked her because she hadn't heard any rumors at school. She had learned from her experience with Michael, who had told the rest of their class that she had given him a BJ. That was a lie. Alexis had learned from that experience, and had decided to take things slower. 

The picnic table was bathed in light, and the light had made the night seem darker. It also had the effect of turning Joe's skin the color of india ink. Joe was a football player and he was obsessive about the gym. His jet black skin rippled as his muscles shifted under them. She knew that a lot of other girls would have been scared of his build and his biceps. She also suspected that Joe had a sizeable dick, since she had felt it nudging at her belly when they were making out.

They had made out on the park bench. Joe's hands had started wandering. He was holding her from behind and she could feel his manhood rubbing against her ass through her skirt. Meanwhile his hands had slowly crept up her top until they had lodged awkwardly under her bra. His hands had staied trapped under her underwire for an eon while he breathed down her neck and nibbled her earlobes. Alexis' underwear was soaked with anticipation by this point. Joe's hands had made their way to the front of her bra where he had played with her nipples through the lace. His right hand had then moved down and slipped its way into her skirt. 

He had slipped his hands between her soaking panties and had rubbed the edges of her pussy lips for about 30 seconds before she had come to her senses. The park bench was bright and she couldn't see outside the pool of light. She knew that the Halls could see the bench from their living room. She worried that Mr. Hall, or worse, little Stewie, could see her and Joe. She had panicked and she quickly untangled herself from Joe.

The night was fresh in her memory and she imagined that she could still smell Joe. She had vividly described her experience wto Erika and Becky, who had paid attention as she recounted the previous evening's events. She had wanted to go further with Joe before she chickened out. Erika had already had sex with one of their classmates, and Alexis desperately wanted to keep up. None of them had experienced oral sex, though there were rumors that some of the other girls in their class had tried it, so there was always that.

Becky surprised them all when she said "well, I have a story for you!"

Becky worked at the Ice Cream shop, Green Acres, most Friday nights, so Alexis was shocked that Becky would have something to contribute.

Becky started her story with "Well, I ran into Mike and Dooley at the Ice Cream shop." Mike and Dooley were soccer players who were inseparable. They had both gone out and gotten mirror image tattoos when they turned 18.

"They had some ice creams and were hanging out while I worked. Pretty soon it was closing time and they invited me over to Dooley's place, since Dooley's parents were out of town. I thought it'd be fun and Dooley said that they would have some beer. Also, Dooley mentioned that the pool was just cleaned."

Alexis was interested in where this story was going since she had a date with Dooley a few years ago that didn't go anywhere. He seemed like a nice guy, but they just didn't have a lot to talk about.

"So we got to his place, and we sat down and opened up a few Coronas. I didn't really drink any beer though, since I don't like the taste of it. I just thought it would be good to sip. Anyways, Dooley finished his and went to the bathroom. Mike and I went down to the basement, to the laundry room, to see if we could find some bathing suits. Dooley had said that I could borrow his sister's suit."

"Once we were down there, Mike jumped on me!"

Both Alexis and Erika exclaimed "What!?!"

"Well, he didn't jump on me, but he sort of grabbed me and started kissing me. I swear, I hadn't had anything to drink! I wasn't sure what to do, so I just went with it. Anyways, we ended up on the couch down there, and had my shirt off pretty quickly. I wasn't sure what to do, so I unzipped his shorts and thing you know...I had his penis!"

Erika and Alexis were shocked at this point and leaning forward. Alexis couldn't believe that Becky had held a dick in her hand.

"I didn't know what to do...it was awkward since he was licking my tits and I had his dick. I didn't know what to do, so I leaned over and kissed it...and then I licked it. It tastes funny, but tasty....he smelled nice. I think he was in shock...I was in shock...and I had a dick in front of me. They look weird up close! Anyways, I started sucking on it like I've seen in porn, I think I did good."

"So anyways, I was sort of leaning over on the couch, and I noticed that Dooley was standing there watching. I didn't know what to say, so I guess I asked him if he wanted to join. It was an instant, but I realized that as he dropped his shorts that he didn't have any underwear on."

"I wasn't sure what would happen then, but Dooley walked over and started fumbling through a drawer. I kept sucking on Mike's dick, and he just seemed to go into a zone. Anyways, the next thing I knew I felt Dooley lifting up my skirt and pulling my panties down. He had put on a condom, because I remember seeing it covered. Well, he tried anyways, but they were to the side, and I felt him put his finger in me. It hurt a bit, but I was still trying to suck on Mike's cock." 

"The next thing I know, Dooley took me from behind. I mean I felt him against me and it felt soooo good, and then I felt him slide in me and start fucking me. I think this is when Mike started cumming, because I was pushed onto Mike's dick. I couldn't stop swallowing. Dooley kept fucking me...slamming me... for another 10 seconds before I could feel him cum inside me, with the condom of course, but I could feel him cum."

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room as Becky finished her story. Alexis licked her lips, and caught herself, as she was thinking about dick. Not a specific dick, but just dick in general. 

Alexis was the first to speak, "Wow, that's so awesome...it sounds like you had fun. What happened afer that?"

Becky said, "well, I didn't bother going for a swim or anything, and I just washed up and went home. I never thought my first time would be with two guys...at once."

Erika laughed and said "well, neither did we! Welcome to the club Becky...now if Alexis just fucked Joe! And you've sucked dick now too...sooo jealous!" Erika's competitive streak was showing.

Becky started describing the details then, about how Mike's dick seemed bigger than Dooleys and how her forehead kept hitting Mike's stomach. All of this talk had made Alexis very wet. She clenched her jaws and felt her face flush. She found herself thinking about Joe's dark skin and what lay underneath his shorts. Her mouth was a bit dry and she felt her hands start tingling.

Suddenly her phone rang. Alexis looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Joe on the line.

"Shhhhh! It's Joe! Hold on a sec..." Alexis stood up and walked into the next room to talk. 

"Hey, hows it going?" 

"Good, you?"

"Good. Look, I was wondering if I could come over...I want to see you"

Alexis thought for a second and realized that her place was out of the question since her parents were there. She only had one option, to invite her over to Erika's house. But what about the other girls? Either way, it would be good to see Joe, even if it was just for few minutes with the other two around.

"Sure, we're just hanging out Joe, it'd be great to see you!"

"Great, I'll be there in...uh...15?"

"Sounds good! See you soon baby!"

Alexis went in the other room and let the other girls know that Joe was stopping by.

"Oh my god Alexis! We should leave you two alone!" It was Erika who screamed this. Becky seemed engrossed in filing her nails and didn't say anything when Erika started teasing. 

The doorbell rang after an unbearable wait for Alexis, and it was Alexis that jumped up to let Joe in. All three girls were beaming at the sight of Joe. 

"Hey Joe!" screamed Erika. Alexis was happy, but sort of frightened to bring Joe into the room with Erika and Becky. Most of all, she was afraid that Erika would do something to embarrass her.

"Hey Girls...Hi Alexis!"

The girls welcomed him inside. He was wearing a tight graphic t-shirt with Adidas track pants and matching shoes. Joe's head was shaved close to the skin. All three girls appreciated his football physique at once. Joe felt their eyes on him and he tensed up his core just in case.

"So what are you girls up to?"

Erika jumped in and said "We were waiting for you!" 

Alexis retorted with "Oh shut up Erika...we're not doing much, just sitting around."

"Why don't you come inside, maybe we can all watch a movie or something on Netflix?"

Becky and Joe agreed and they walked into the living room. There were two couches, a brown leather loveseat and a grey microfiber three seater, with an oversized wood coffee table in the living room. 

Erika explained that her parents were out of town and were expected back on Wednesday. 

Joe dropped his backpack and plunked himself down on the leather couch and Alexis nearly ran to claim her seat next to him. Erika grabbed the remote controls and started flipping through Netflix. 

"Action?" "Nah" "Drama?" "Nah" "Comedy" "Meh..."

In the end they decided on a raunchy teen comedy. The movie got started. Alexis grabbed a red wool throw that was on the back of the couch and covered herself and Joe. Erika and Becky had grabbed the microfiber couch and were getting comfy. 

It wasn't long until Alexis found Joe's hand under the throw. Joe's hands were big and soft, almost as if he put lotion on them daily. Their hands were resting on his thigh. 

About 15 minutes in, a nude scene had one of the actresses dancing around in her turquoise blue panties and no top. The actresses' tits were spectacular, and reminded Alexis of Becky's tits with her quarter-sized pink areola against a redhead's skin. Her hand felt some movement, and she realized that Joe was getting an erection and was trying to move her hand off of his lap. Alexis wasn't going to let that happen.

Perhaps surprising herself, she moved her hand so it lay open palm on Joe's growing member. Joe stiffened his back in that instant. Both Erika and Becky perceived the change in atmosphere on the other couch, though they didn't know what was going on. Alexis gave it a few minutes before she started slowly, subtly, and slightly flexing her hand around Joe's thick cock. 

Alexis thought to herself that she was so turned on that she hadn't taken a breath in minutes. She forced herself to breath, and imagined her hand to be a butterfly fluttering above a thick branch. Neither Alexis or Joe were watching the movie at this point. Again surprising herself, she shifted her weight so that she was leaning more against Joe. This shift gave her the opportunity to move her hand, and she was able to tuck it into the top of Joe's sweatpants. 

She realized that Joe wasn't wearing any underwear, and that the top third of his cock was in her hand. Joe's precum was in her palm, and she could feel it dripping down his erect member. She slowly started moving her hands up and down, careful not to attract the attention of the girls on the other couch. She relished the feeling of his dick in the palm of her hand.

It wouldn't have mattered anyways, since Erika and Becky had exchanged a few knowing glances. They knew what was going on. It was at this point that Becky's phone started ringing.

"Hello? Yes. Yes. OK, be right there..." 

After hanging up the phone, Becky said "I'm sorry guys! That was my brother. I have to run an errand...I may or may not be back." Erika replied "What? Come back afterwards!" Erika definitely did not want to be the third wheel for the rest of the night. After Becky got out the door, Erika excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Becky's phone call had frozen Alexis and Joe. Alexis removed her slippery hands from Joe's pants. She wiped them down on Joe's sweatpants under the wool blanket. After Becky had left, and the instant Erika had left the room, Joe grabbed Alexis by the shoulders and planted his lips on hers. Their tongues quickly found each other.

Alexis felt her nipples stiffening up, and she could smell Joe's cologne and scent. She took a deep breath to take it all in, closed her eyes and let Joe take over her senses. She felt him rotating her so that she was on top. Both had forgotten about Erika, and neither cared.

Alexis could feel Joe's cock on her inner thigh. She was wearing a mid-length skirt today without pantyhose. She slowly sat down on Joe's lap and for a second she worried that her soaking wet panties would leave a mark on his crotch. Slowly she started grinding into Joe as she bit his lip and traded tongues. Joe's hands started wandering up and snuck in under her shirt, she felt them on her ribs and then moving up her back. 

Joe shifted his weight and managed to free the tip of his cock, which found itself against Alexis' silk panties. Both Alexis and Joe felt like their hearts would explode. It was at this moment that they both simultaneously became aware of Erika's presence. She was standing in the doorway, about eight feet away, and was watching the action with her mouth partly open.

Alexis heard the words but couldn't remember if she said them or if it was Joe. Perhaps it was the story from earlier, or the nude scenes in the movie, but somehow those words escaped her lips. Or Joe said them. She would never remember that part.

"You can join us, if you want."

Erika was shocked, and time seemed to stop. Erika walked in slow motion a few steps to the couch and sat down next to Joe and Alexis. She put her hands on the small of Alexis' back and leaned in for a kiss from Joe. Joe leaned over and tentatively gave Erika a peck. Erika accepted the kiss, and then pushed her way slowly into a deeper kiss. She shuffled her way closer, tilted her head, and gave Joe another deep kiss. 

Erika's perfume was slightly floral, and Alexis made a mental note to ask her what it was while she watched Erika give Joe another kiss. After what seemed like an eon, Erika broke off and turned toward Alexis. Partly for Joe's enjoyment, and partly to show Erika she was welcome, Alexis went in for a kiss. Alexis didn't find it as weird as she thought she would.

Joe lifted his hips off the leather couch and started grinding his erect cock into Alexis. He was enjoying the view. He could feel the heat and sticky wetness through Alexis' panties. Joe slowly moved his left hand onto bare skin under Alexis' top. He brought his right hand around to the right and landed on her hips, which were covered in denim. He pulled Erika in closer.

The three traded kisses for the next few minutes, and Joe's hands started wandering up into Erika's shirt. Alexis backed off a bit, and her skirt was starting to ride high, exposing her pink panties and thighs which were spotted with freckles. She slid off of Joe's lap and carefully stood up. Kneeling on the ground, she gently tugged on his track pants and pulled them down to his ankles.

Both Alexis and Erika ogled at Joe's massive and thick dick. His solid member stood at attention against his rippled six-pack stomach, and his dark skin on his lower abdomen was just a bit shiny from the pre-cum. Erika and Alexis quickly undressed, freeing their tits from their bras. Erika's size C breasts were perfectly shaped literally like melons that fit her petite 5'2" frame. She had two small scars under either boob from her breast reduction surgery.

Erika was the first ot break the silence. "Why don't you take a closer look at his dick Alexis." "Mmm...ok!" Joe was obviously nervous but held his silence. He was transfixed by the big boobs that were now within grasp.

Truthfully, Alexis was a bit scared. Joe's penis was in her approximation about 9" long, and thick. He had veins that were visible and he was at full attention. Erika sat down next to Joe again and grabbed his penis at the base. "See? Get closer...nothing to be afraid of!"

Alexis slowly reached in and put her hand over Erika's hand and slowly lowered herself onto the floor. She took a few deep breaths and exhaled warm air onto Joe, causing him to slightly arch his hips. Licking her lips, she tentatively licked the tip of his penis, which immediately gave her the salty taste of pre-cum, reminding her of fresh oysters. "Mmm, that tastes...nice."

Again she tentatively took another lick, and then opened wide to swallow the head of Joe's penis. Joe was speechless, ogling both ladies, and trying to relax as his heartbeat spiked. 

"That's the way to go Alexis! Now go deeper!" Erika spoke and then leaned up to kiss Joe. Alexis took another deep breath and started to suck and then lick Joe's penis. She started getting the hang of it, and tried to go a bit lower. Joe's penis felt like it was growing, and Alexis couldn't imagine it getting any bigger. She already had her jaw open as wide as it could go. 

Alexis balanced herself, right hand on Joe's penis and left hand on Erika's thighs. Erika had grabbed Joe's hands and guided them to her crotch. Joe was rubbing her gently with his right hand, and Erika seemed to be enjoying herself. Alexis felt herself flush, and realized that her pussy was beginning to drip slowly down her inner thigh.




Forever Young



"Joe, do you have any condoms?" 

"Yes!" Joe replied, and he told her to look in his book bag. Alexis found a package of three condoms that she fumbled with. 

Erika had now gotten up and she playfully pushed Joe over, who landed on his back on the supple leather couch. Alexis, returning with a condom, opened up the package and looked confused. 

"Here, I'll show you!" Erika grabbed the condom and unrolled it down Joe's massive dick. Joe grabbed the edge of the condom and adjusted himself. Thankfully, Erika deferred to Alexis as she climbed on top of Joe. She sat above him, with his penis on her vagina. Slowly, 

Erika stood up and walked around the couch. She sat down next to the left armrest, and Joe slowly lowered his bald head onto her lap. Alexis was flushed, and taking deep breaths, as she continued to lower herself onto Joe. She bit her lip as she felt some resistance, and she felt a gentle pain as she engulfed Joe. "Ungghh!"

Erika encouraged Alexis. "That's it Alexis! Keep going!" 

Once she had Joe all the way inside her, Alexis realized that she was almost face to face with both Joe and Erika. Erika was watching the view, her boobs in Joe's face, and her hands on his chest. Alexis was a bit uncomfortable with Joe inside her, but she persisted and slowly rocked back and forth. Joe started grunting, and said "Oh yeah baby, just like that."

Alexis continued to rock, and then slowly lifted herself off of Joe and came down on top of him. She repeated this, and repeated it again. She continued to move, and slowly she felt the warmth returning to her pussy. Joe started lifting his hips off of the leather couch, and thrusting up into her, causing her to gasp. 

"I can't hold it, your pussy feels so good, I'm going to cum!" And with a few final thrusts, Joe closed his eyes and came. Erika exclaimed "Wow, that was great! How did it feel Alexis?"

"It felt awesome!" It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. Alexis felt good about what happened, but she had found it to be a nerve-wracking and slightly uncomfortable experience since Erika was there. 

Alexis got up and and Joe excused himself to go clean up in the bathroom. Alexis got up and laid down on the other couch, and Erika grabbed the throw blanket and covered herself up. After Joe returned, he gave Alexis a kiss and went to grab his underwear near the leather couch.

Springing like a cat, Erika grabbed Joe's wrist and pulled him down on the leather couch. 

"You're not done yet! Alexis had all the fun so far, and now it's my turn!"

Erika gave Joe a deep kiss, and grabbed his soft dick, with the inside of her hand on the base of his penis. After a few seconds, she kissed his chest and brought herself to eye-level with his penis. Slowly, she lowered her mouth onto his penis and sucked the entirety of his flaccid penis into her mouth. She stayed there until she felt him filling out again, and his penis quickly became too much for Erika to handle.

Alexis was watching, a mix of emotions ran through her. She was still thinking about what just happened, and thought that she should go over and join Erika. She was intensely jealous, yet turned on at the sight of Erika giving Joe a blowjob. Slowly, she brought her fingers to her pussy, which was still wet, and started rubbing herself.

Erika noticed what Alexis was doing, and then locked eyes with Joe as she continued to work on Joe's shaft. After a few minutes, she sat up and said, "OK, time for you to do some work, come fuck me..."

Joe grabbed a condom out of his backpack. As Erika leaned over the armrest of the couch, he shuffled in behind her. Putting one hand on her ass, he dipped it down her crack and felt how wet she was. Grabbing himself by the base of his cock, he slowly pushed his way inside Erika, who let out a guttural moan. Erika was balanced on the arm rest, facing Alexis, with her sizable breasts hanging and swaying a few inches above the leather.

Joe started moving slowly, fucking her with one hand on her ass. With the other hand, Joe tried to grab a hold of her breast but realized that it was too awkward. He grabbed her hips instead, and had a great view of Erika's ass and Alexis, who was vigorously rubbing herself. The room filled with moans as Erika, Joe and Alexis all returned to their previous state of desire. 

Erika moaned, "Oh yes Joe...Harder! Fuck me harder! Give it to me...give me your big black cock. Fuck me harder!"

Invigorated, Joe started pounding Erika with everything he had. His muscular football frame was glistening with sweat as he worked Erika's pussy. Surprisingly, it was Alexis who crossed the border first, as her body tensed up. Alexis arched her back and flushed red as she felt waves of ecstasy, started by the sight of her friends fucking, washing over her. 

Erika screamed, "Oh yes, oh my god, Fuck me! I'm coming!" Her legs buckled and she dug her nails into the couch as Joe finished with a grunt. Both collapsed on the couch, completely spent. Erika lifted her head to look at Alexis, and two exchanged knowing glances.



Forever Young



"What have I gotten myself into?"

My palms were moist and my heart beat quickly. I knew what I was about to do was a mistake, but I sure didn't have the brains to stop. Or rather, I had too much testosterone to make myself use my brains.

"I actually told her my nickname, Fingers," I thought with embarrassment. "What a fucking ass I am."

My college teammates had given me that nickname because of my really big hands and freakishly long fingers, which helped me snag passes that were behind me or too deep or too wide. But did I have to tell the kid my nickname? I needed to impress a nineteen year old kid? What a fucking ass I am.

"Ooh, that sounds exciting," she said when I told her. "I'd really like to see them," she wrote during our chat, with one of those stupid fucking emoticons winking.

God, what a buffoon I am. The kid's nineteen, and me thirty five. I'm sure this is going to be a real meaningful relationship. Very special. And I'm sure that if it doesn't work out, she'll be real fucking mature about it, too.

I'm sitting in a parking lot at the mall at eight o'clock on a Tuesday, waiting for a nineteen year old kid to meet me. She knows I'm in a silver Chevy Tahoe, and that I'm parked at the back of the mall on the Macy's side, off by myself.

And what are we going to do when she gets here? Shit! What else are we going to do? Her nineteen, me thirty five. Discuss politics? Religion? How much we have in common, and how I knew we were destined for each other from the first time I saw her profile and chatted with her? Right.

The first time we chatted, I knew this was going to happen. Why else would I have bothered? Since my first long term relationship, back when I was in college, I haven't seen a girl younger than myself, so why didn't I just ignore her request to chat?

I thought about Becky, the girl I had been seeing for eight months until recently; the longest I've seen anyone since my college girl. She loved to analyze me. She'd have a field day with this meeting, if she were here now. A Peter Pan complex was what she called it. I never wanted to grow up. As long as I saw girls older than me, or about the same age, I could be sure they'd dump me soon after they got to really know me, and I wouldn't have to worry about being the dumper. Young kids, on the other hand, couldn't be counted on to be smart enough to bail when they found out what I was about.

I didn't have the balls to be the one doing the dumping, Becky had told me. Maybe she was right. Lord knows, she was really smart, so she probably was right. Good looking too, and God, did she have a nice body. But she was such a pain in the ass, always wanting to talk about "us" and "our future", and all that shit. She couldn't ever just shut up. She was the one chick I could have dumped, if she hadn't dumped me first. Except she was the only chick that ever called me on my bullshit, and she was spot on every time.

I've always preferred being the dumpee. I don't like confrontations, with tears and all that shit. I much prefer being yelled at and told what an asshole I am, then seeing the back side of my lover as she slams the door on the way out.

I still felt bad whenever I thought about my girl in college. We'd seen each other all through college, though I treated her badly. After graduation, I moved back to my home town, and we never got together again. She'd seen it coming and didn't make too big a scene, but I still felt bad. We both knew I had just been using her for an easy piece of ass all that time.

I never gained weight after my playing days, and I think I'm pretty good looking, tall and athletic, so I've never had trouble getting girls. I don't like doing without, even for a few days, and that's what's gotten me into situations like this one over the years. Waiting in a parking lot for a girl I know I'm gonna want to screw, but knowing that I'm going to regret it later, when it's time to ditch her.

8:08. Shit, why did I get here early? Why couldn't I be the one making her wait? I feel like a buffoon, waiting for a kid in a parking lot, the cold rain drizzling on my windshield. I can see my breath now, and start the engine to get the heater going.

A few minutes later a Honda pulls up and two people get out. They quickly open my doors. She gets in front, her friend gets in back. I wasn't expecting this.

"Hello," I say.

"Hi, Fingers," she says, and her girlfriend in the back giggles.

I turn on the dome light and turn around to see her friend. She's fucking gorgeous; long blond hair, pretty face, nice tight body.

"This is Christy," she says, and we say hello to each other.

"I wasn't expecting two," I say.

"A girl can't be too careful," she says. "For all I know you could be an escaped con or something."

Great, now there's two of them. That could be good, or that could be an impediment. Have to see. I check out Megan. I've seen pictures of her lots of times, both posted on her profile, and sent to me through private messages. None nude, but damned close to it, close enough to know that I'd love to split her in half with my dick, and her little friend too. She's beautiful.

I haven't been with a girl so young since I was that young, but there is definitely something to be said for youth. Tight little petite bodies with perfect skin. Damn, these girls are fine. Too bad youth is wasted on the young. The sweet smell of young girl's perfume fills the car.

"What do you want to do?" Megan says. "You want to go out to a club?"

"Nah, you're underage."

"We have IDs."

"Forget it, I can't get in that kind of trouble."

"Then what?"

"We can go back to my place and talk," I say.

"Okay," they said in unison.

"Follow me."

Last thing I want is to have to get back out later and drive them back to the mall. They get out and follow me in Megan's car.

They take off their coats and throw them over a dining room chair. They're both wearing tight jeans and tight tees with low scoop necklines that barely cover their bras. They're gorgeous.

"Nice place," Christy says.

Truth is, it's a sty, but I did pick up the dishes and stuffed them into the dishwasher before they came, and I did throw all the clothes laying around into my hamper. As long as they don't look too close, it's not too bad.

"Is this you," Megan said, looking at some of my football clippings under the glass on my desktop.

"Yeah."

"You were a stud, huh?"

"Were?" I say, smiling.

I sit on the couch with them on either side, Megan leaning against me and holding me around the neck. Her face is inches from me, her perfume engulfing me. God, I'm looking forward to fucking her. Will I have to wait until another night, when her friend isn't here? I hadn't planned on this being a multiple date relationship.

We make small talk. Her friend is real quiet. I try to draw her out, but she's not as giggly and bubbly as Megan.

"You got anything to drink?" Megan asks.

"I've got milk or Coke."

"No alcohol?"

"Nah."

I'm not much of a drinker.

"Can I have a Coke?"

"Sure. You want one, Christy?"

"No thank you."

I get Megan a Coke with some ice, and sit back down between them. Megan's got the TV on some music channel, playing some pop dance shit. That's the hazard of seeing young girls; no telling when you might have to listen to some Justin Bieber or something.

Megan puts her Coke down and leans back against my shoulder. I put my arms around both girls and pull them to me.

"What do you girls like to do for fun?"

"You want to see a show?" Megan asks.

"Sure."

The girls stand up and face each other. I move over to the chair and sit, watching. They start kissing and grinding, real slow and tenderly. Okay, this is getting interesting. Megan grabs the bottom of Christy's tee and starts to lift it up, slowly, uncovering her tight little tummy, then her bra. She flings it towards me, then unsnaps Christy's bra.

Christy starts to lift Megan's shirt, her unsnapped bra offering glimpses of her breasts, not yet allowing a view of her nipple. I adjust my cock in my jeans. When Megan's shirt is removed, they both fling their bras my way. Both of them are topless, their little titties standing up pert and high, nipples stiff and pointy.

They begin to kiss, grinding their tits against each other's tits. I move the coffee table away from the couch, giving them more room. They're kissing deeply as they fumble with each other's jeans, unbuttoning then unzipping each other. They shake their legs to allow their jeans to drop, stepping out of them, never breaking their kiss.

They're standing in front of me in their skimpy little panties, kissing passionately. Yeah, I like this show. I like it a lot. Now they hook their fingers under the waistband of each other's panties and begin to pull them down, still kissing. They bend over to push them all the way down, their little tiny titties jiggling. God, I love those little titties, so tight and perfect, with their hard little nipples.

Now naked, they kneel on my couch side by side, facing the wall, their butts pointing toward me. I don't need to be asked. I start taking off my clothes and approach them. They're still kissing and playing with each other's tits.

I position myself behind Megan and guide my dick into her tight little pussy. I run it up and down her slit to work her lips open, then put it against her opening. God, it's so tight. I force myself to take it slow and easy, though every fiber of my body wants to rip this sweet little girl in half with my throbbing, hard dick. I find Christy's warm opening with my middle finger, working it insider her as I work my dick into Megan. With my other hand, I cup one of Megan's little titties, clamping the nipple between two fingers.

The girls are moaning as they continue their kiss. My dick is gripped by the skin in Megan's tight pussy, rather than gliding smoothly, so I work it slowly in and out. When I pull it out, it feels like I'm pulling the inside of her pussy with me, turning her inside out. God, she's tight.

After ten or twelve strokes, it finally begins to glide smoothly and I start pumping her rhythmically. She's rocking back and forth to match my motions; back toward me as I pump her, then away from me as I pull out. We start pumping faster as I knead her titty, pulling on her stiff nipple.

She grunts as I pull my dick out of her, frantically moving her butt toward me to prevent it from popping out of her hole. I move over toward Christy and position myself against her opening, once again sliding my dick up and down her slit to open her lips. I've been fingering her for several minutes, so her opening is exposed, the engorged lips open to my advances.

My dick is slick with Megan's juices, and slides into Christy smoothly. Her tight pussy still resists the head of my big dick, but once I've worked in the head, it slips in a little easier. Within five thrusts I'm banging my crotch against her butt, fully penetrating her. She's groaning with the fullness of her pussy as I pull on one of her tits. I've got two fingers in Megan to make up for the absence of my dick.

After a few minutes in Christy, I switch back to Megan. God, I wish I had two dicks for these fabulous babes. I switch back and forth several times between the girls. I can't decide which I like better; they're both gorgeous and tight and wet. They're both furiously rubbing their pussies, and Christy starts to cry out her orgasm, breaking her kiss with Megan. I pull out of Christy to enter Megan, but it's too late. I shoot a wad that lands high on her back, spattering onto her hair, then oozed a thick stream of cum onto her butt. Megan begins to cum with my fingers deep inside her pussy. She's shaking and groaning, then she slumps against the back of the couch, trembling.

Megan comes over three or four times a week, but she always checks first. I like that. She's turning out not to be a pain in the ass, even though she's young. That's good. I was worried about that. Sometimes she brings Christy, sometimes she comes alone. She's never spent the night; she still lives with her parents. That's okay, I prefer it that way. Come and go. Both the girls are turning out to be fun to be around, actually. They talk about bands and shit that I don't care about, and they've always got the TV or their music on their phones going, but at least it's not so quiet when they're around.

She's always on me to take her clubbing, but I won't do it. I don't give a shit for going out to clubs, and certainly not the crowded dance clubs with the young crowd that she's into.

7 P.M., Sunday night, just like clockwork, every week. I pick up on the third ring.

"Hi, Ma."

"Hello, sweetie. Have I interrupted you?"

"No, Ma, I was expecting you. How was your trip?"

"It was fun, thanks. How have you been?"

"Okay. What did you and aunt Jen do."

"During the day we went to the beach every day and walked. At night, mostly just watch your uncle Bob drink too much. But it was nice to get away. Have you been seeing anyone lately?"

"Same old girl."

"What's her name?"

"Megan."

"When am I going to meet her?"

"Oh, you wouldn't like her."

I always say that. Ma hasn't met any of my girls since the college girl.

"What's she like?"

"Well, she's down to 235 pounds. Gastric by-pass."

"That sounds lovely."

"Yeah, but that wart on the end of her nose is a little off-putting. I'm afraid you wouldn't like her. And such foul language."

"I'm sure she's lovely, dear."

"Yeah, well, I'm usually not that attracted to black women, but she's okay. And she's about your age. Maybe you would like her, after all."

One Friday night after midnight my bell rings. I'm watching a late basketball game from the west coast that's still on. I know who it is, even though she's never stopped by without letting me know first.

"Hey, babe," I say. "Hi, Christy."

They stumble into the room, obviously the worse for drink, and throw their coats over a dining room chair. God, they're gorgeous. They both have on micro skirts with camisoles that expose their stomachs. They're wearing naval rings that hang down, and whenever they lean over, you can see right down their tops, exposing their sexy, skimpy, lacy bras.

"God, you guys are beautiful. I'm surprised whoever was feeding you drinks tonight let you leave alone."

"What makes you think we didn't buy our own drinks?"

"Dressed like that? No way."

The girls giggle at that.

"So how did you get away without them?"

"We went to the bathroom, then snuck out."

"How come? Didn't you like them?"

"Aw, they weren't as cute as you," Megan says teasingly, brushing her fingertips against my lips.

"Bet they were pissed when they found out you were gone. Damn, you girls are sexy."

Megan excuses herself to the toilet and I start rubbing on Christy. By the time Megan gets out Christy has to go pee, so I start rubbing and kissing on Megan.

"You're not mad cuz we came so late without calling?" she slurs.

"I'll overlook it this once," I say as I start taking off her top.

There's something extra sexy about these young girls when they're sloshed and dressed up in heels and slutty little skimpy outfits. I have to help steady Megan as I continue undressing her, she's so wobbly. Christy comes out of the bathroom and strips off the rest of her clothes, then lays on the bed and watches.

When I get Megan's clothes off I let her fall onto the bed, then start peeling mine off. I've got naked girls all over my bed, and I'm trying to peel back the covers. Megan rolls over to help, then rolls back onto the sheet. Christy is almost comatose, so I let her lie on top of the comforter.

I start kissing Megan. My dick is hard; it's been three days since Megan last came over, and I'm more than ready. I lean over her, kissing her lips, then bury my face in her chest, licking her stiff little nipples. I can smell her underarms, strong after her night of dancing in the hot, crowded club, but it's not unpleasant. I find it sexy that such a tender, nubile young girl smells strong. I wonder what her cunt smells like. I know her well enough to know that it's wet, after a night of teasing her young boys at the club. I want to bury my dick in it and never take it out.

But she pushes me down onto my back on the bed. I reach for her little titties, but she pushes my hands away. I clasp them behind my head and lay back, letting her drive. She bends over me and wraps her hand around my sac, the way I've shown her I like. She grabs the sac above the balls and holds it tightly, separating my balls from my shaft. Then she grabs the head of my dick with the other hand and holds it tightly. Only the shaft is exposed; she leans over and locks her lips midway down my shaft, where it's most sensitive, where the channel that carries my cum most likes to be rubbed.

Keeping her lips locked on my shaft, she starts sucking, as though to give my dick a hickey. It feels like nothing I've ever experienced. Never breaking her lock on my shaft, she continues sucking for all she's worth, pulling the sensitive skin into her mouth. She lets her tongue wash over the channel as she's sucking, warm and wet.

My stiff dick wants to spring up, but she holds it down by the head against my belly, continuing to suck and lick the channel. I reach over and grab a tit, rolling the nipple between my thumb and finger. My balls are tingling; she still has a strong grip on the top of the sac where it meets my shaft. Now my balls are most insistent that they do their job; they want to descend into my body, where they can deliver their load.

Her grip is keeping them from descending up into my body, but they are going to deliver their load anyway. But the feelings created by this unnatural position are indescribable; it feels like her tongue is sucking my balls up the shaft and out of my dick. I feel the sensitive balls delivering my sperm, but it seems a long time before it shoots out of my dick, landing on my chest.

"OOOMMPH, UHNGGhh," I groan as my balls feel like they're bursting. My sticky mess covers her hands and my groin.

I quietly start the coffee. Christy is still fast asleep on the sofa, Megan in the bed. I take my cup outside onto the balcony with the paper. When I come in to refill my cup, they're still asleep. I take my shower and dress, and they're still asleep. I've got errands to run, so I start by going to the store to do my grocery shopping. They're still asleep when I get back, so I quietly unpack the groceries, then make myself a bowl of oatmeal with some fruit.

The girls didn't get up until almost noon, and they lounged around for an hour more before cleaning up.

"Hey, before you go, I just want to say something."

"Yeah," Megan says.

"I appreciate you coming over," I said, hugging her. "But I wish you'd call me to pick you up, next time you get like you were last night. You shouldn't be driving like that."

"You'd come out in the middle of the night and pick me up?"

"Yeah, I'd do that. You could have hurt somebody, or gotten yourself arrested."

"And you wouldn't lord it over me or lecture me?"

"Did I ever?"

"No. You know, come to think of it, you never have told me anything about how you feel about anything. The only thing I know about you is that you're nice, and you like to fuck me. Or my friend. Or both of us. Or, probably, anybody else."

Shit. Here it comes.

"Tell you what, you take care now," she says as she leaves.

"When you coming over?" I text her. Christ, it's been six days since I had any.

"What do you need me for?"

"I like you."

"Enough to take me out once in a while, where you might actually be seen in public with me? Enough to let me in on part of your life, actually meet the people who are important to you?"

After a while, she texts, "I didn't think so. Bye."




Forever Young



I throw my phone down on the bed and bury my head under my pillow.

"Hey, Ma."

"Why, hello, dear. Thanks for calling, but what's the occasion?"

"Does there have to be an occasion for someone to call their mom?"

"No."

"Listen, there's someone I want you to meet. Can you have dinner with us tomorrow?"

"Sure. Who is it?"

"Her name is Becky."

"Didn't you go with a girl named Becky last year? The psychoanalyst?"

"Yeah, that's her. But she's not really a psychoanalyst. Maybe you shouldn't mention that when you meet her. She's a dental hygienist. We've been back together the last three months, and I wanted you to meet her."

"Dental hygienist? Oh, yes, didn't you tell me she was toothless?"

"Yeah, well that's why she got in the business. To get a discount on her fake teeth."

"Must be serious, if you want us to meet."

"Yeah, she wants to have kids, and she's thinking that getting married first is a good idea."

"Must be an old fashioned kind of gal."

"Yeah, she must be."

"Good. I like that. I'm looking forward to it."



Forever Your Girl



As I listened to an oldies station while driving down the road, it suddenly dawned on me how nothing had really changed. Paula Abdul's song "Forever your girl" came on and I cringed. I hated that fucking song with a passion. After being away from Detroit for 10 years, it was like I'd never been left.

Of course the song hit me in more ways than one. I didn't know it at the time but the song said far more about my life than even I knew. I'd once loved that song "Forever your girl" because it made me think about the series of cars I drove. They were always a black "Mustang GT" with all of the "mods" I can throw at them; and they were my girls. 

My relationships with my cars over the years had always been far more satisfying than my relationships with women. Women came and went but Mustangs were forever.

As a matter of fact it had been one of those situations that had caused me to leave home 10 years ago.

I remember it as if it were yesterday. My name is Brian Richards. It was the Woodward Dream cruise; an annual cruise through the heart of the city that draws in car lovers from all over the world. I was sitting in a lawn chair behind my first ever Mustang, with Lisa Barber. I was so in love with that woman that I couldn't see straight. We'd only known each other for 3 days, but I was sure after only 72 hours that she was the only woman in the world for me. Last night after leaving a picnic we'd gone to, we went back to her place and she literally screwed my brains out. It was a magical night of purely animal passion that eventually ended up with us making love very slowly and tenderly. Almost as if the first round of just bodies slapping together, was only the prelude to a serious body to body communication session. When we awoke still wrapped together, all sticky and sweaty, she smiled at me and just kissed me. That damned song was playing on the radio and she looked me in the eye and told me she was "Forever my girl" I swore to myself then that there would never be anyone else for me. And unfortunately for me I don't lie.

Lisa was 24 then just like me. She was kind of petite with long legs and smallish breasts. She had shoulder length curly dark blond hair, and green eyes that you could just dive into. She had one of those impish smiles that just make you believe that everything would be alright no matter what; and just a smattering of freckles around an upturned nose. Her greatest attribute though, was her ass. It was incredible; not a huge round ghetto booty by far, but a perfectly shaped heart shaped work of art. I still remember staring at it that morning as she finally slipped some clothes on after we got out of the shower together that morning. "If you like my ass that much, you'll love it even more after I give it to you tonight" she whispered into my ear.

"But don't tell your mom" she laughed. Lisa had met my mom the previous day at the picnic and my mom was smitten with her too.

I thought about all of that as we sat holding hands behind my car, at the Dream cruise. 

One of the events they have each year at the Dream Cruise is a thing called Mustang alley. From Woodward Avenue, almost a half a mile east on both sides of the road, all you can see is Mustangs lined up side by side. Some years there are 7 or 8 hundred Mustangs. All years and models are usually represented. This is almost like heaven for me. Being there with my car on display and Lisa beside me took the almost out of my previous statement. 

As human beings I guess we are just not allowed to be perfectly happy for very long before something just has to fuck it up; so as I sat there wrapped in ecstasy, Fate whipped out it's dick and pissed all over my happiness.

Lisa got up to get us something to drink and as she walked away, I watched that perfect ass. Those two hips moving both up and down, and side to side as she moved toward the drink stand. Suddenly I noticed a hand reaching for that perfect ass and I was pissed. A big creepy biker guy, you know what he looked like; the dirty ass bandana and about a hundred fucking tattoos. He had the creepy mustache and leather vest; the whole outfit. I was incensed. 

Before he made contact I jumped up and charged, but I was too late. His hand smacked Lisa's ass sharply. It was still quivering when I grabbed his arm, and swung as hard as I could and caught him square on the jaw knocking him to the ground. He was way bigger then me but I was so pissed I couldn't think about that. Lisa turned around and grabbed me as I stood over him. 

"Brian wait" she said "You don't understand"

Before I could do anything else to the asshole, 3 more bikers showed up glaring at me. Lisa jumped between me and them and said, "hold it guys, this ends now."

"Before it get's out of hand"

Another petite blond woman, a few years older than Lisa, and her direct opposite in appearance looked down at the fallen biker who was just getting his senses back.

She looked at me standing over him glaring, with hell in my eyes, and just smiled.

She was pretty, but not in any conventional sense of the word. She had a leathery quality to her skin, and enormous boobs. She also had a bunch of tattoos, which I hate on a woman. Pretty women don't need a bunch of color or writing on them to attract a man, and tattoos won't help an ugly woman so I just never saw the point.

"This little fucker just knocked the shit out of Dawg" said one of the bikers.

"Hey Lisa" he said next.

"Hey Dookie" said Lisa.

"Brian, Honey, you kind of over-reacted" she said to me softly. "You should

Apologize to him"

"How?" I snapped, incredulously.

"How did I over-react?"

"John, Dawg to his friends, probably just fell into an old habit, and reacted instinctively when he saw me"

"And I just reacted the same when I saw some greasy biker trying to grab my girlfriend's ass" I said smugly.

"She looked me in the eye and snapped "well I'm a big girl, I can fight my own battles, what I expect you to do is to be there when I need you, but respect me enough to let me make the call"

By this time all kinds of things were running through my head. She wanted this grease ball to grab her ass? I was wrong? OK fuck this shit, I needed to get some where that I could think. 

So attempting to keep my dignity in tact, I reached my hand out to the biker on the ground. He accepted my hand and allowed me to help pull him up. 

"John, I began, obviously I've made some kind mistake and you and Lisa have some kind of history."

He had kind of a smirk on his face and was probably getting ready to lay into me.

"Since you two know each other well, could you see that she gets home" I said; then I turned and went to my car leaving them all standing there.

I took the display number off my Mustang and just got into it and drove off, leaving them standing with their mouths open. 

An hour or so after I got home my cell phone and the house phone started to ring so I just turned off the cell and took the house phone off the hook. I went outside and parked my "Stang" in the garage where it couldn't be seen from the street; I turned off all of the lights in the house, so it would seem as if I weren't home, and went to sleep.

Some time later Lisa came over, she was alone and she knocked on the door and then sat on the porch for awhile when I didn't answer. Luckily I hadn't given her a key yet.

Even though I had only known her for 3 fucking days it felt like someone had just ripped my heart out of my chest. It was just too perfect I thought. It would never have lasted. 

The next morning I went to work like every other Monday. Rebecca our receptionist took one look at me as I walked in and said 2 things to me. "You have 12 messages from that Lisa girl that had you walking on air Friday, she really needs you to call her" was the first thing she said. The second was "you look like shit, what's wrong?"

"If she calls back tell her I'm taking a couple of days off", I said. 

"I'm taking a company car and calling on some of our customers for a sales review" I told a shocked Rebecca. I'd been working for this company since I left high school and had reached a level where I hadn't had to do field work in years. Even if I did go into the field I always drove my Stang, so Rebecca was non-plussed.

I figured if I ran into Lisa while I was out she wouldn't be able to spot me as easily without my car. My solution to the situation between us was too just concentrate on work until I got her out of my system. It couldn't take that long, because we'd only been together for 3 days before we broke up.

Checking my cell phone I had 35 messages and 14 e-mails all from Lisa. I deleted them all without listening to any of them. I kept going over the incident again and again in my mind and I couldn't think of a single thing I'd done wrong.

I stayed out in the field all day; I didn't even go back to the office at lunchtime.

When I left my last customer's office, I called Rebecca, to let her know I was done for the day. 

"That Lisa girl, really must love you Brian" said Rebecca.

"Thanks Becky, just delete all of the messages, I said"

"That still won't get you out of this, why can't you just talk to her" said Becky.

"There's nothing to talk about I said"

"How are you going to get home without talking to her" asked Becky.

"What are you talking about Becky?"

"She doesn't know where I am?"

"Nope, but she knows where you will be since she's been sitting next to your Mustang for the past 6 hours" said Becky.

Though It killed me I drove the company car home and hid it in my garage as I had my Stang the previous night. I called Becky and told her that if she passed by Lisa on her way out, to let it slip that I was staying with friends for a few nights. At least that way she wouldn't bother me at home.

Eventually she'd have to go back to her own job and life and things would quiet down. It took me 3 days to get my car back; it was hell on me being without it. 

Lisa wasn't my first romance to go bad, and I assumed she wouldn't be my last.

Usually, I just poured my concentration into my car, for a few days until the pain faded, and I tried again. This was my pattern, and It usually worked. Even with women that I'd dated for months or in one case a year. Why it wasn't working this time I didn't understand. Lisa still called me and e-mailed me every day. The numbers of e-mails were down to 1 or 2 a day, but the size of the files had gotten bigger. I t was as if she was having whole conversations with me, without me. Don't get me wrong, this was not a one sided thing, I was not myself either. I spent almost every night, curled up in my bed trying my hardest to get over her. I still saw her every time I closed my eyes. 

If there are any women reading this, you all know how guys are, I didn't even change the sheets on my bed for a week because I wanted to hold onto her smell, for as long as I could. There were 2 final straws that broke the camel's back. The first was when I took my car out for a drive, just to drive around and try to find some peace. I noticed that about 4 Bikers started following me, demanding that I pull over. I drove like a maniac to get away from them, only to find them waiting for me at work the next day. I pulled out as soon as I saw them, hearing "Brian, I want to talk about Lisa".

"The 2nd and final straw came, when my mom called me. We were always close, so I thought she'd make me feel better. When she started in with "Brian, Lisa wants to talk to you so I'm having you both over for dinner", I lost it. My own mother was part of this shit.

The next morning I went into my boss's office and asked for a transfer out of the state. I also asked him to keep it quiet, and give no one the details of where I went. 2 weeks of e-mails, and phone calls, and bikers chasing me had finally driven me from my home. I regretted leaving, but strangely, I regretted that things hadn't worked out with Lisa the most. 

I'm not one of those sensitive guys who talk about their feelings, and drink lattes, but I'm not ashamed to admit that I had cried a lot of tears over her. I didn't find out until later that my supposed friend Rebecca was in on it too, telling Lisa and giving her constant updates on how miserable I was without her.

I moved out of town the very next day and haven't seen Lisa since that night at the cruise. I was never strong enough to throw away the few pictures I had of her, or erase the memory card they were stored on. I even copied them into other formats as technology changed but I only allowed myself to look at them on certain days of the year. 

It took over a year, until I was strong enough to even date again, and the first few women were compared to her and found wanting. After that I just gave up looking for something real and just settled for someone to have fun with.

Lisa for the past 10 years has never been very far from my thoughts no matter what I do. I've tried counseling, prayer, meditation, and even alcohol, all have failed.

I got drunk a few years ago and totaled my Mustang. I was in a coma for a few days. I woke up with my mom in the room, and I swear I could smell Lisa's perfume.

I was still angry at my mom, but she promised not to talk about anything but me getting better, s o I didn't raise a fuss. My mom didn't know it but I'd had a dream before I woke that Lisa and I were together again, and she'd been in bed with me. It was so real that I cried. My mom asked me why I was crying, and I lied. I told her it was the pain, but I don't think she believed me. Another time I caught a weird virus and my mom came to take care of me. That one was really bad because it ended up with me sending my mom home. I caught a viral infection while traveling, it caused a high fever and hallucinating. My mom again came to take care of me, and again I had the damned Lisa dream. She was smiling at me as I lay there in my bed, telling me that she loved me and I should call her when I got better. After the fever broke, I swear I could smell her in my own fucking house and for days after it. My mom said "You should Call L...." Before she finished the name, I'd stopped her and told her that if she mentioned Lisa in my presence, I loved her but she'd have to go. 

It didn't end well. My mom said, "Lisa"; then she said it again louder, "LISA"

"Lisa loves you" she said.

"Mom, I've moved on, and I'm sure she has too"

"Didn't you tell me she was going out with some guy a couple of years ago"

"It's been 6 fucking years mom"

"We only dated for 3 days"

"Then why do you still have her picture on your desk, and in your wallet?"

That was the last conversation I had with my mother for a long time.

Like I said it's been 10 years since I stepped foot in my home town and now I'm back to take over this branch of the business. My old boss retired 2 years ago and this division has been losing money ever since. I return as I left, driving a black Mustang GT.

Some things never change. As I drive down Woodward Avenue, listening to Paula warbling about being "Forever my girl" I can't help but think about the one I wanted to be my girl forever. She's probably fat and married with a bunch of kids I thought. It made me sad because if not for some drunken asshole biker those could have been my kids.

I pulled into a station to get gas and true to my luck, the pump's credit card reader didn't work. The faded blond behind the counter looked at my card then back at me, quizzingly. "You're from California?" she asked.

"Lately" I replied.

"Didn't you used to live here" she asked.

Obviously this bitch was nuts, but I played along.

"Yup, that was 10 years ago but I'm back now for work"

"Do you..."she started.

"I just need gas" I said cutting off the conversation as politely as I could.

As I left the station she made a phone call. She was still excitedly yapping as I drove away.

About an hour later, I pulled into my mom's driveway and was overcome with emotions and memories all competing for what little brain-space I had. I went into the house through the open front door and yelled, "Mom I'm home."

"I thought I'd come and see you before I checked into a hotel"

Home didn't look very much different. There were a few new pieces of furniture, and a different TV, but other than that nothing. I did notice a picture or 2 of Lisa but I wasn't about to let that spoil my homecoming, so I just bit my lip and kept going.

"Why don't you go out on the deck, until I come down" yelled my mom.

"Good Idea" I yelled back. I crossed through the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the fridge. I didn't drink alcohol, even beer anymore after totaling that other Mustang.

What was taking her so long to come down and welcome her only child home, I was puzzled.

When I finally stepped out onto the deck, I knew my own mom had betrayed me.

There was Lisa, sitting there on my mom's deck swing. It was a love seat, just big enough for 2 people to sit in together and she wasn't alone. There was some old geezer with his arm wrapped around her. When you looked at them it was obvious that they were very familiar with each other. I was too shocked to say anything. First I noticed that she was still the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. My heart leaped into my throat when she looked at me, and stood up. As the geezer struggled to stand, he smiled and I recognized him. It was that fucking biker Dawg, who'd come between us in the first place. I balled up my fists ready to deck him again; and then decided it wasn't worth it. Obviously my mom was on their side, so I'd just leave. I put down my soda and turned for the door.

"Brian, where the hell are you going?" asked Lisa.

"Out of here", I sneered.

"Do you hate me so much that after 10 years you still can't stand to even talk to me?"

"I turned back to her" and unable to staunch the flow of tears said" Lisa I've never hated you for even one second"

"For the past 10 years, I've only thought about you one time, too bad the thought was 10 years long"

"Every night for 10 years, I dream about you"

"When I got into a car crash and almost died, you were there with me in my coma"

"When I hallucinate, you're there"

"When I'm happy with something, I wonder how you'd see it, or what you'd think"

"I probably love you more now than I did during those 3 God damned days that we were together"

"So while I'm really glad that you've found someone to make you happy"

"Don't expect me to want to sit around with you and your man, rehashing old days and what might've been"

"Next if you're still waiting for me to apologize to this dick, for grabbing your ass, It's not gonna happen, because I was right and I'd do it again in a heartbeat"

"I loved you and was just trying to protect you"

"Then you sat there and told me I was wrong, as if this guy had the right to do whatever he wanted to you"

"Sorry Lis, but I loved you way too much to ever share you with anyone except for maybe, just maybe our kids if we ever had any"

Lisa didn't say a word she just started crying and came towards me. I backed away.

The biker started laughing his ass off, and fell back into the love seat. I saw red, Lisa noticed and got between us, as if she could protect him from me.

"You're alright kid" he laughed.

"Stubborn as a jackass"

"Stupid as hell" but alright.

"Lisa, you'd better tell this idiot before you lose him again"

"Tell me what?" I asked.

"Brian" she said softly, I appreciated you trying to protect me that day 10 years ago"

"But you, just like I said, over reacted"

"I didn't get upset at Dawg trying to grab my ass because I was used to him doing it"

"I don't need to hear this" I said, angrily.

"Yes you do" said my mother suddenly from behind me.

"Brian I love you, you're my son but you're a moron"




Forever Your Girl



Seventeen meters below the surface of the icecap, the evaporation lasers finally hit metal. Jace checked his pitons to make sure they were securely hammered in, and carefully rappelled down the ice tunnel until he stood on the surface of the artifact. "Jace Andron to Satellite Base," he said into his helmet-mike. "Do you read me, Satellite Base?"

"Confirmed," Nadine said, her voice crackling slightly with static. "If you're calling for a weather update, we're not showing any razor storms coming through for--"

"I've found it," he said simply. He didn't need to say anything else--they all knew what he was down there for. They'd been waiting for this transmission for the better part of a week. "I'm standing on it, Nadine. I'm literally right on top of it."

There was a long pause, then Nadine cut in. "I've just informed the team," she said. "We have a four-hour window to send them down by shuttlecraft before the storms get bad again. Can I send the go signal?"

"Give me forty-five minutes," Jace said, unclipping a laser cutter from his belt and kneeling down to examine the metal surface. "Five years of studying tectonic scans ought to buy me something, right?"

"You're paying the bills, boss," Nadine replied. "Just remember to keep in radio contact, okay? This isn't exactly a nice neighborhood anymore. The team's going to be on standby in case anything happens to you."

Jace flipped the switch, and the laser cutter began boring into the thick metal plating. "A thousand years ago, this used to be the Australian Outback," he said, slowly cutting a hole big enough to crawl through. " I don't think it was ever a nice neighborhood."

It took ten of his forty-five minutes just to cut through the hull. Whatever they'd found, it was designed to withstand massive impacts. That probably explained why it was still intact even after centuries under the ice--whoever made this thing made it to last. Ecological collapse, solar flares, shifting orbits, advancing glaciers...whatever this place was, it had survived all of it. The last building on Earth...and Jace Andron had found it. He kicked the metal plug and watched it fall into the hole with a long silence ending in a satisfying clang.

He waited a moment for the metal to cool, and descended through the hole. A hovering glowsphere followed him down, giving light to the enormous cavity all around him. He'd deliberately aimed for the largest open space in the structure, hoping that it would have the most significance to whoever built the place, but this felt like...a temple, perhaps? A cathedral? It was possible. It would explain the eccentric shape of the thing, the way it was half-buried into the ground. Religion made people do strange things, especially if this thing was around in the last days before the Great Collapse. There were legends about the people who'd chosen not to evacuate the planet, the beliefs that had driven them to stay when everyone else fled to the stars. Maybe they'd built some sort of bunker out here, away from the mutants and the rogue 'bots, to try to outlast the Collapse?

Jace checked himself. It was never a good idea to start speculating before viewing the evidence. He finished his descent to touch down onto a floor made of polished stone, and activated his comlink once again. "Nadine, you still hearing me?" he asked.

"...rely," Nadine said in a static-choked drawl. "...out ever...rd word, I..."

Jace unclipped the rope from his climbing harness. "I get the picture," he said wryly. "I'm just going to keep talking--whatever you don't pick up, the omni-corders will get. I'm documenting everything." He began walking, looking for a wall so that he could get an idea of the size of the chamber.

"There's absolutely no dust or debris," he said as he walked, dictating his observations into his omni-corder. "The floor appears to be solid marble--I can't even imagine how they got this much marble out here, even before the Collapse. The room is huge, but it's completely empty. It looks to be some sort of assembly hall. The acoustics are amazing in here. No furniture, but there's a strong religious overtone to the architecture--it's clearly designed to draw your eyes to the front of the hall." He changed direction slightly as he spoke. "I'm heading that way, to see if there's an altar or some sort of..."

Jace stopped. His voice trailed into silence for a long moment. When he finally found it again, it was merely as a whisper in the massive audience hall. "...dear god," he muttered to himself, the omni-corder forgotten in shock. He broke into a dead sprint, the glowsphere barely keeping up as he ran for the front of the chamber.

All he could think of as he ran was the stories. He'd read them as a child, fairy tales of derring-do and heroism from a long-dead world. Stories of men and women who could fly through the skies without rocket-belts and shatter stone with their bare fists, fighting a never-ending battle for truth and justice against all sorts of monsters and madmen. He'd never really forgotten those old stories, even when he grew up and learned the darker, more complex histories behind them. The Age of Heroes, the last great era of Earth civilization before the Great Collapse.

He'd seen artifacts of the Age of Heroes. He'd touched the xenonite knuckles that WildRose used in the final battle against Imperil, he'd seen with his own eyes the empathic crystal that held Professor Psyche's last message to humanity. He'd even gone as far as the Olympus system to see with his own eyes the Dyson Sphere the immortals had made when they withdrew from the universe. He knew all their stories, and he knew how they all ended. All except one. This one.

The raised dais jutted a full thirty feet from the chamber floor, a pyramid of steps leading up to a granite throne. And above that throne, Jace saw the emblem that had launched a billion nightmares. His banner had been flown by a thousand impostors over the centuries, all claiming to be the legend returned. They'd said he was behind the Tyronian Purges, that he was the secret leader of the Sirian Death Cults, that he was working behind the scenes to orchestrate an endless parade of human misery. It had been a thousand years since his last confirmed sighting, but humanity still held its collective breath waiting for him to return. And here it was. The crimson fist, ascending from a lightning bolt. The symbol of Doctor Damian Darke.

"It's his fortress," he rambled into the omni-corder as he surmounted the steps two at a time. "His floating island, I can't believe it! They said it was damaged in the Battle of Sydney, but I never imagined, oh my god, this is the biggest find in a thousand years! We'll be able to rewrite the histories of the Heroic Age with this find, we...oh my god. Oh god." He could see someone at the top, now, a figure on Darke's throne. It couldn't be--it was impossible--he couldn't be--

Jace reached the top. Doctor Darke's skeleton stared back at him, still wearing his red-and-black outfit, mocking history with a grin that could never fade.

Jace sat down hard, suddenly noticing the ache in his legs from his rapid ascent. His mind boiled furiously with a thousand questions, a sudden reordering of the historical record. Was this even real? Had Doctor Darke seeded this centuries ago, a fake artifact to fool his enemies that had been hidden too well? The team would be here soon, they'd need to test everything, search every room, sift through all of his records. They'd be well-protected; Jace shuddered as he realized the luck he'd had in avoiding any number of lethal traps designed to take down the likes of Adventure Girl and the Rescuer. But if all this was real, then...how did it happen? How did Doctor Darke meet his final end?

"Excuse me," a woman's voice said from behind him, echoing loudly in the perfect acoustics of Darke's throne room. "Can I help you with something?"

Jace turned, staggering to his feet as he did so, to see an extraordinary sight. It was a nude woman, her entire body a perfect, gleaming silver. She wasn't a robot, or if she was she was like no other robot that Jace had ever seen--every detail of her anatomy was perfect, from the ringlets of silver hair that curled together like coils of fine wire to her full, pursed lips down to her heavy breasts with their nipples stiff from the cold, down to the tangles of coarse, metallic pubic hair covering her vulva, all the way down to the soles of her feet. The gleaming metal looked almost like it was still liquid, clinging to her in a sheen of silvery perfection all over. He stared at her for a long moment, astonished beyond the power of speech.

She tilted her head slightly to look at him. "It's just that I don't get visitors, you see. Not anymore." Her speech was archaic, the words accented strangely, but Jace had listened to enough pre-Collapse recordings to make it out easily. "I'm out of practice at receiving guests. Can I help you with something?"

Jace racked his brains, trying to remember if Darke had ever been known to use robot servitors. He'd used killer robots, giant robots, robotic suicide bombers in the Apocalypse Plot, but had anyone ever described a robot like this? It wasn't ringing any bells.

"I'm afraid we're out of refreshments," she continued, her voice a bit uncertain now at his continued silence. "The food synthesizer ran out of raw materials some four centuries ago. I could use the dynamo cannons to melt you some ice water, though, if you're thirsty. Are you thirsty? Hungry? I'm afraid I really need to know what you're here for, if I'm to help you at all."

She looked at him for a long moment before Jace finally recovered his wits enough to speak. "Who are you?" he asked. "What are you?"

She blinked. "My name is Lucinda," she said at last, as though recalling a long-forgotten fact from an old textbook. "Lucinda Lake. I am...was...am Doctor Darke's servant."

Jace felt his knees wobbling, and he sat down again. "Lucy Lake," he muttered, half to himself. "Oh my god, you're Lucy Lake. You're the Rescuer's girlfriend. You knew him, you knew them all. Oh my god. Oh my god." Jace felt himself starting to hyperventilate, and forced himself to control his breathing.

He reached out and took her hand, feeling the smoothness of the metal against his gloved fingertips. "Please," he said. "Tell me what happened, if you can. To you, to him," he gestured at the body on the throne, "To the Rescuer. Tell me how it ended."

She stared at him for a long moment, her silver eyes full of suspicion. Then, at last, she spoke.

*****

Lucy pulled out her Colt .45 and took aim at the robot's eyes, not for the first time cursing the day she'd ever met the Rescuer. She let off a couple of shots, but the red glowing orbs set into the heavy metal features didn't even have the decency to crack. She gave it up and started running for the fire escape.

It wasn't really the Rescuer's fault, of course. It was those damn jackasses at the Daily Clarion. Every time she bumped into the Rescuer--and it's not even like he was the only superhero she'd met, being a private eye in Pyramid City meant you wound up getting mixed up in all sorts of crazy superhero weirdness--some photographer was putting a picture of it in the next day's paper. 'Rescuer's Girlfriend Foils Smuggling Ring!' 'Rescuer Saves Girlfriend From Puppeteer!' 'Rescuer's Girlfriend Escapes Zeppelin Explosion!' It was a vicious circle--the more people got the idea that she was the Rescuer's girlfriend, the more supervillains came after her to get at him, and the more saving she needed. And that just meant another headline in the next day's paper.

Lucy shot out the window and jumped through the frame to land on the fire escape. She grabbed the ladder and slid down it with one hand, the other still holding her useless gun. Above her, the robot smashed through the brick wall with casual ease, its head scanning from side to side as it looked for her. She knew it wouldn't take long before it spotted her.

It wasn't even like she knew who the Rescuer was, she thought angrily as she slid down another floor, trying desperately to keep as silent as possible. They'd agreed early on that the less she knew about him, the better. But it didn't stop the newspapers from giving her that damned nickname. She'd thought about suing, but being a superhero's girlfriend was good for business. So long as you had good insurance.

Right now, though, the only insurance that Lucy was concerned about was life insurance. She dropped to the ground from the second floor with a thud that rattled her teeth, and ran down the alley as fast as she could. The robot was still up on the seventh floor, and there was just a tiny chance that she could get around the corner before--

Two more robots stepped around the corner to block her path. A man in a trenchcoat stood between them, but Lucy knew him well enough to see through the flimsy disguise. "Doctor Darke," she snarled, as one of the robots plucked the gun from her hand like a parent taking away a child's toy.

"So good to see you again, Miss Lake," he replied with a smile. He sprayed her in the face with some sort of greenish gas, and the rest of the world went away for a while.

When she awoke, Lucy found herself naked, inside a clear glass tube just a few inches wider than her body. She stood up with some difficulty, still a little woozy from the gas, and immediately slammed her body into the side of the tube. It didn't give at all, and Lucy winced as she felt something pop in her shoulder.

"Oh dear," Doctor Darke said from outside the tube. "That looked most painful." He was standing at a bank of controls, flipping switches and sliding levers into position. "Don't worry, though, Miss Lake, I'll soon have you feeling absolutely perfect."

Lucy tried as best she could to shift position to avoid exposing more of her private parts to Doctor Darke than she absolutely had to, but she was uncomfortably aware that he must have been the one to take her clothes off. She shivered under the intensity of his gaze--no matter how many times she met him, she could never get used to his stare. Being nude only made it worse.

"Do we really have to go through this again?" she asked, pretending a confidence she didn't feel. "You know what's going to happen when the Rescuer finds me missing. You know he's going to follow the clues you undoubtedly left, track you down to your floating island again, get me out of this at the last second, and wreck whatever plan you spent weeks dreaming up. Why do you even bother?"

Doctor Darke smiled. "Because this time," he said, "that's exactly what I'm hoping will happen." He pulled another lever, and Lucy heard an ominous series of hisses and pops from directly overhead. "This time, my dear Miss Lake, things will be quite different. Because when the Rescuer arrives, I will have an ally on my side that will prove decisive. One he cannot defeat."

Lucy slammed her body against the tube again, this time with her other shoulder. It was like hitting brick. "Oh?" she said, trying to keep her voice light. "Who might that be?"

"Why, you, of course." Doctor Darke flipped one last switch, and a stream of dull, metallic fluid poured out of a hole at the top of the tube. Lucy flattened herself against the side, catching only a few dribbles of the thick goop in her hair, but it immediately began to puddle at the base of the tube.

"I don't--" Lucy wriggled her way up the tube, bracing herself with her feet and inching her body up above the gray ooze. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but--oof--" She gave up on speaking for a moment, desperately trying to shore up her position as the fluid level rose. She was uncomfortably aware that her position exposed her pussy pretty damn spectacularly--she had one foot on either side of the pouring liquid, and her legs extended as far as they would go--but she hoped that Darke was too busy monologuing to leer.

"It's quite simple, my dear," Darke said, his eyes glittering in a way that made it clear he was happy to multitask. "The fluid currently pumping into your prison is a solution of self-replicating microscopic machines--nanobots, if you're familiar with the term. They are capable of insinuating themselves into every cell of your body, filtering their way in through your pores and bonding with you on a molecular level."

Lucy inched her way up the tube, higher and higher, desperate not to let any part of her touch the thick, silvery fluid. She tried not to think about the gunk that had already gotten into her hair. "What--mmph--what is that stuff going to--gnnnh--going to do to me?"

"It will adjust you," Darke said, leaving his control station and walking over to the tube to get a closer look at Lucy's struggles. "Your body will become my secret weapon, primed with a xenonite pulse ready to discharge the second the Rescuer comes into lethal range. Your mind will be corrupted, synapse by synapse, into my perfect obedient servant. You will live for my commands. And when the Rescuer arrives to save his girlfriend--"

"I am not his girlfriend!" Lucy snapped out, nervous sweat making it difficult to gain a purchase on the sheer surface. Her feet slipped once, then twice before she could find a spot to brace herself against, and the fluid level kept rising. "We barely even--"

She broke off the sentence, her whole body red with embarrassment. They'd tried, once. Who wouldn't? She remembered the way he held his body perfectly still, unwilling even to twitch from pleasure for fear of hurting her. She remembered sliding onto his stiff cock, riding him hard for what felt like hours until she was exhausted with bliss. And then she'd finished him with her hands, watching his cum jet out hard enough to dent the wall of her bedroom. They'd both agreed that a second time probably wasn't a good idea.

"Oh, you can tell me," Doctor Darke said, his face alight with sinister enjoyment. "Soon, Miss Lake, you'll find that you want to tell me everything."

Lucy's head touched the ceiling of the tube. Out of room. The nanite solution was less than six inches below her now, and she tried desperately to move as much of her body up near the ceiling as she could. "Never...going to...haeeeeee!" Her words dissolved into a shriek as her feet slipped and she plunged into the thick fluid.

It felt cool against her skin, not unpleasant but insistent. She struggled to surface, but it seemed to tug at her with impossible currents, constantly dragging her just out of reach of the precious air. Her fingers broke the skin of the liquid for just a moment, just long enough to brush against the ceiling and realize that there was no place to go anyway.

Then Lucy felt it, a tingling sensation over her entire body. Not painful--it was too delicate to be painful, like being pierced with a needle so fine that it slipped between the nerve endings. She felt a sudden rush of endorphins dizzying her as her body responded to the sensation, buzzing insistently at a feeling like nothing she'd ever imagined.

Her limbs thrashed, now, as she felt her coordination disappearing under the influence of panic and unfamiliar sensory input. The fluid held her up, though, leaving her with a disconnected floaty feeling that kept the fear at bay. The coolness of the fluid seeped into her flesh, sapping the warmth of her body and leaving behind a strange chill that felt weirdly natural.

Her lungs ached for oxygen, now, and she finally took a reflexive breath. The solution filled her mouth, its metallic tang tasting bizarrely of rare beef on her tongue, before oozing down into her lungs and filling them as well. She wondered for a moment if Darke had miscalculated somehow, if she was going to drown here, but then she felt something shift inside her body and the craving for air subsided.




Forever Your Girl



It felt like it was everywhere, now, all around her. She felt it flowing up inside her pussy, an insistent liquid lover that left her clit tingling with arousal as each and every last nerve was caressed by the nanobots. She thrashed in the fluid as a sudden orgasm hit, as unexpected as a summer storm. Then the solution flowed even deeper, creeping up her vaginal walls to infiltrate every part of her.

Her eyes snapped open, but all she could see was gray. Then she saw something different, as the nanite solution rebuilt her eyes from the inside out--she could see heat, magnetic waves, electricity, ultraviolet and infrared all at once. She briefly wondered if this was how the Rescuer saw the world all the time, before thoughts of her former lover were swept away altogether.

They were replaced. She could feel it, literally feel the synapses in her brain shifting to bring Doctor Darke into proper focus. How could she ever have feared him? He was beauty, he was power, he was strength and order and structure underpinning every fiber of her being. She reached between her thighs, pressing her metallic fingers into her pussy and fingering a clit that was perfectly smooth with its nanite coating, chanting one name over and over again into the swirling liquid void as she masturbated. "Darke," she whispered. "Darke. Darke. Darke."

She felt a second orgasm hit, this one entirely entwined with the notion of pleasing her new master. She felt his will settle into her mind, programming her with knowledge of his desires, his preferences, everything she would need to know until the day she flared with lethal energies that would utterly consume his hated foe. And then, she thought, with him dead, she would never have to leave her master's side again. She belonged to Doctor Darke. Forever.

The pleasure continued to build, deeper now. It wasn't just her fingers, it was her whole body--every single nerve caressed gently by a billion billion tiny lovers. She could feel them repairing her damaged shoulder, upgrading her organs, endlessly modifying and transmogrifying each and every last cell of her body into its perfected form, and it felt like bliss. She'd never imagined anything could feel this could, and she helplessly chanted out her reverence to her new master for recreating her so flawlessly.

The fluid level in the tube gradually lowered as the nanite solution soaked into her body, revealing Lucy at last in her new perfection. She was still masturbating, still chanting his name even as she lost count of the number of orgasms she'd experienced. Her body was capable of endless pleasure, now, and she would experience that pleasure whenever she obeyed Doctor Darke. How could she resist that? How could she be anything but his?

He opened the tube and kissed her polished chrome lips. "Do you understand now, Miss Lake?" he asked, taking his uniform off to reveal a stiff, jutting cock. "Does everything make sense to you?"

"Everything makes perfect sense," she whispered, changing position to allow him to slide into her cunt. "You are my master...and the Rescuer must die."

The second she said it, she came all over again.

*****

"My god," Jace gasped. "We never even knew. So many records were lost in the Great Collapse, when humanity fled to the stars. Nobody knew about the final battle between the Rescuer or Doctor Darke."

"I don't either," Lucy said matter-of-factly.

Jace's brow furrowed in confusion. "But you--I mean, he's right here!"

"Oh, I know what happened to my master," she said, casting an adoring gaze upon the skeletal remains. "It was a heart attack, a few years after the Battle of Sydney. One of the herbs he used to remain young and vital became impossible to obtain, and the serum lost potency as a result. Not much, but enough to render him vulnerable to some of the dangers of age."

"And the Rescuer?"

"Never saw him," Lucy replied with a shrug. "They battled several more times, I know that. But my master was never able to draw him back here for a final confrontation. The xenonite in my body finally decayed into stable elements, and my master found other uses for me. Until he died."

Jace looked around, seeing nothing beyond the range of the glowsphere but shadows and emptiness. "Why did you stay?"

"Because I love him." Lucy held out a hand to Darke's skull, holding it mere fractions of an inch away. If she touched it, Jace realized, it would probably crumble to powder. "I will always love him. I have tried to mourn him so many times, but...always my mind returns to the same patterns. Is returned, I should say."

She trailed off into silence. Jace felt a tear running down his cheek. He moved to wipe it away reflexively before remembering his environment suit. "My survey team will be here soon," he said at last. "We have a qualified archaeo-roboticist. Would you like us to see if we can alter your programming? Free you from...from this?" He gestured at the room around them.

Lucy laughed ruefully. "My programming compels me to decline," she replied. "If my consent matters to you under the circumstances, that is. No, all I ask of you is that you respect his remains, and..." She stared into the distance for a moment. "He programmed me to understand him, you know. Better than anyone else ever could."

Jace felt his cheeks flush with anger. "He was a monster," he said. "To do that to you."

"Oh, yes," Lucy replied. "But he would want you to know why. Bring your team here, please. Let me speak with them. Let me tell you his story. I know he would have wanted that. He believed he would outlive history...and if he could not do that, then I can at least help him be remembered." She looked down at him again, with a tenderness undiminished by centuries. "One last gift to my beloved."

THE END



Forever Your Girl



"This girl has loved you for 10 years, and waited for you, when even I told her to find someone else.

"And just so you know, when you got drunk and crashed your car because you were depressed over her?"

"She, was, there in the hospital bed with you" 

"She was so upset about it that I had to bring her"

"When your brainwaves stabilized and you started to wake up, she left so you wouldn't be upset"

"When you had that weird Asian virus, and spent 3 days throwing up and hallucinating, she was there again"

"So Brian you will listen to her, or you will leave my house forever, too much of everyone's time, especially yours has been wasted by your stubborn attitude"

I didn't say a word, i just turned back to Lisa with the coldest look I could give.

"Brian" she said softly.

"I'm trying to put this as easily as I can for you"

"If you still loved me and we had kids, we still can because we're not too old yet"

"Just say it so I can get out of here" I snapped

"If we had kids could Dawg come over and slap our daughters on their asses too?"

"That's what you were going to ask me right?", I was so pissed I could barely stand up.

"He probably would" said Lisa.

"And you'd be OK with that?" I asked. "What kind of perverts are you?"

"Why not" said Lisa

"He'd be their grandfather, and grand dads do that sometimes"

I just stood there, I didn't know what to say. Lisa had started inching closer to me.

"Brian, at the cruise that night, I knew Dawg would be there because, I wanted my father to meet the man I intended to spend the rest of my life with"

I just looked at her with tears running freely now. the only sound was Dawg cackling hysterically in the background.

"Brian I tried to tell you for weeks until you just left me"

"I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, so a lot of the bikers tried to tell you too"

"I called you, I e-mailed you"

"When you left, I thought my life would end, I wanted it to"

"But I knew that I'd wait for you, no matter how long it took"

"No one could ever take your place"

"Just like in the song"

"I'm forever your girl"

I grabbed her and kissed her passionately right there in front of her Dad, and my mom. We'd wasted 10 years and I intended to make up for it. We got married the very next day, and were never apart again. We did have kids, and Dawg does slap them on their asses from time to time, and I wouldn't have it any other way.



Forever Yours, Mom Ch. 1



Chapter 1: A Good Grade

Tim sighed and dropped his bag down on the couch. “Mom, I’m home” He called into the house, as he too dropped down onto the couch, he drug around finding the remote control in the couch and pulling it out. He flicked on the TV and flickered through the channel’s, it was hard to tell if he was even able to tell what was on each one. 

“Tim, I’m in the kitchen … do you want something to eat?” Margaret, Tim’s mother, was a beautiful woman, she’d was only thirty-three, having had Tim when she was only fifteen.

“Yea, what do we have?” Asked Tim as he slipped up from the couch and wandered from the living room to the kitchen, they were attached by an archway. He looked over at her, bent down at a drawer her backside floating around in the air. He chewed his lip, he couldn’t help but stare, he had lusted after his mother since well … as long as he could remember. He felt the stirring in his pants, and quickly sat down at the table, tossing the remote down. His father had left when his mom had had Tim, her parents had kicked her out when she refused to give her up for adoption. She’d spent the first six months out there on the street looking for a way to stay alive. Finally some guy had let her stay in his extra room, then gotten her a job, and had helped her out. He’d been real nice, and until Tim was six he’d considered him ‘dad’ but, he’d died of a heart attack at 45. His mother had been left everything, though they had never married, and to Tim’s knowledge had never been more than friends.

“We have left over pizza,” She turned to look at him for a moment as she moved to the fridge and pulled it open. “We have the stuff for a turkey sandwich, some cake left over from your birthday,” He had turned eighteen only three days ago.

“Cake sounds good,” He smiled and nodded a bit. 

“Cake it is, I think I’ll sit down and have a piece too,” They had celebrated his birthday together, just the two of them. Tim had very few friends, the one’s he did have lived mostly in different states. He was a geek, it wasn’t that he was ugly, he was quite handsome in fact, just short of six feet tall, maybe a bit thin for his good, but it gave him a nice look. He wasn’t overly muscled, but he wasn’t flabby either, just the thin thing. He had a handsome face even if his nose was maybe a tiny bit too big for it. He had thin lips and shoulder length brown hair that was usually tied back, as it was now. 

“Here you go” His mom said, setting the plates down, one in front of him, and one in front of the chair across from him. She moved and got forks giving him one of those as well. She herself was attractive, she had always been rather attractive, and had aged pretty well. She could possibly loose a pound or two, but it kind of gave her a nice feel. Her breasts were large but had started to sag some what, she was a natural 32C, the backside that Tim had been admiring earlier was shapely, her hips were wider than her narrow waist, but it gave it a look that made most men hard, or at least made them imagine plowing it. In truth she had only been with one man in her life, Tim’s father. After that she had sworn off men. Erick, the man who had helped her raise Tim had been a well to do older gentleman who she had cuddled a lot, but had never been with. They had loved each other, she thought, but they had both decided sex was out. The most they had done was on each of his birthdays she would give him a blow job, and on each of hers he would return the favor.

“We got midterms back for our test on computer, I got A’s on all of them. And I programmed my first real program in C today, well .. .finished programming it.”

“That’s great Tim, I’m very proud. I think we’ll have to go out to dinner to celebrate,” She loved Tim dearly, she would give him anything he wanted from her. Anything. He was her entire world, her heart was heavy at the prospect of him leaving her. It hurt so much to even think of it. 

“Ooh really? Can we go to that new Italian place? I’ve really wanted to go,” He gave a big grin, he loved eating out with his mother, they always had intellectual conversations, even if she had never graduated from high school she was a very intelligent woman.

“That sounds like a very good idea Tim, finish your cake and then go get changed into something nicer. I think I may just put on a dress,” She winked at him, and having had a smaller piece of cake finished it in a few moments, before going to stick it in the dishwasher. “You have an hour to shower and meet me back here.” With those words she jogged upstairs, and Tim watched her backside sway its way up there. His arousal growing in size. He got up, not bothering to adjust himself, it was more comfortable to let it alone, and his mom would be in her shower in a few minutes.

He started the dishwasher and jogged up the stairs, slipping into his bathroom, it was adjacent to his room. Sliding inside he looked at the shower, “Better get something to wear” he murmured to himself and went to his room, he found a nice dress shirt and a pair of slacks, also getting boxer’s and his black socks. Then he slipped back into the bathroom. His hard-on had not decreased in size. He pondered a bit. “An hour” He whispered to himself, and stripped. He stood in front of the full length mirror that adorned the back of the door, his fist wrapped around all seven inched of his engorged cock. His hand slowly stroking it, he loved watching himself beat off. His hand moving slowly faster with each jerk, his eye’s closed after a few moments. His mind fantasizing, the thought that came to mind was his mother.

She was bent over in the kitchen, getting potatoes from the bottom drawer, in his mind she was naked, completely. And he walked up behind her, also naked. “Hey mom” His imaginary self said, and she turned, bending up. Her beautiful breasts displayed for him to see there, he reached out and touched them in his fantasy. Gently caressing the soft flesh, her hand moving to his arousal and mimicking what his own hand did in real life. He moaned, in both of the places. And his eye’s snapped open as he turned and walked the few feet to the toilet, unloading all of his cum into the toilet. “Fuck, mom, yes,” he murmured, he couldn’t stifle the few moans coming from his lips. 

Margaret heard him in there, she’d been going to get something out of the laundry, he’d said mom. She froze, moving silently she peeked in through the keyhole, it was a novelty really, that they had old skeleton locks on indoor doors. She could see him whacking off, and she gasped softly. He was thinking about her as he beat off? She stood up quickly, trying to ignore the fact that her underwear were practically sopping wet at the thought of fucking her son.

To Be Continued...



Forever Yours, Mom Ch. 2



Chapter 2: Dinner Date

She had gotten ready, taken her shower, putting the water cool. And they had met downstairs, she wasn’t sure why she had dressed how she had, wearing a dress she had only bought to wear when she was alone. She loved dressing up on nights she had the house to herself, and putting in one of her movies, special movies. She usually ended up on the floor in the front room vibrator buzzing away as she screamed out her pleasure. The dress was black, skimpy, it came to her mid thigh, she had worn no bra, the dress had a V neck and showed off quite a bit of cleavage. It also showed off that great ass, just little spaghetti straps holding it on her shoulders. 

Tim came down the stairs, and froze when he had her insight. “Wow mom, you look great” He said, and tried his hardest not to get aroused, with absolutely no luck. Moving into the living room he slid his hands into his pants and adjusted so it wasn’t noticeable. Using the excuse of getting his shoes from the closet in there though. “You ready to go mom?” He asked once he had his shoes on and had entered, she was also wearing thin gray nylons and high heals, her make up was conservative, unlike the dress, but it made her look nice, instead of the trashy look that more make up might have given her.

“I am ready, why don’t you drive?” She offered him the key’s, picking up her purse. He snatched the keys, he loved driving. It was one of the few things he truly enjoyed, other than spending too many hours on his computer.

“Of course I’ll drive” He smiled and moved to the door, pushing it open and slipping out into the cool evening air. He moved to the passenger door, unlocking it and opening it for her. She smiled at him, taking his arms gently with her hand. 

“Are you going to treat me like a woman tonight?” She asked softly, smiling at him still. 

“I always treat you as the most beautiful lady in all the world” He nodded his head at her, and she kissed his cheek, slipping into the car. He blushed a little and moved around, getting in the drivers side. His mom owned a nice 99 Honda accord.

“Don’t speed” She warned as he pulled out a little to quickly.

“Sorry, sorry, I wasn’t thinking” He said quite honestly, well not about the road. Glancing at her he noticed her dress had ridden up a bit, and he could see that … holy shit, she was wearing no underwear, he could see a bit of the brown hair down there. He turned away as he felt his cock strain even more against the slacks he wore. Afraid he’d break them open.

If he thought she hadn’t noticed his arousal in the house, or that she didn’t notice it grow at this moment, he was greatly mistaken, it was again making her damp to think she could get him so aroused, but she tugged her dress down gently, covering herself up once again. And demurely crossing her legs. They arrived a few minutes later, not talking in the car, neither trusting themselves too talk.

“I need to run to the bathroom,” Tim told her once inside, and slipped away. He needed relief, bad. There was nobody in here, he slipped into a stall, and did his best to be fast, it took him about two minutes to cum in the toilet again, this time biting his lip so he made no noise. He slipped out and the hostess showed him to their table. He sat across from his mother, they were in the back, near the kitchen. But not too near, in the corner, where you couldn’t really see them, and nobody could hear them except the waitress when she approached. His mother had already decided what she was getting.

“I looked over the menu, I think you’ll like the fettuccini or this dish,” pointing it out on the menu for him.

“That does look good, yea, order me that,” he let her order when the waitress approached, just smiling at her faintly, he knew her from school. She was usually nice to him. Dinner went by quickly, they hardly talked at all, both still quite … aroused and disturbed by what was going on between them. It was wrong for her to do anything about it, she knew that much. He didn’t care, in all honesty, he had thought it over long ago. He had decided that as long as they had no children then there was no reason other than social taboo that they couldn’t make love. With his mother it would always be making love, because he loved her dearly.

The ride back was silent, until they were passing the rental place. “Want to get a movie?” His mother asked, and he pulled into the parking lot.

“yea, that sounds fun.” It was Friday so they didn’t have to worry about how late they stayed up. They got out and moved into the rental store, going through new releases. 

“Let’s get a couple,” Margaret said, “We can stay up all night watching movies.”

“Now that really sounds like fun,” Chris said with a nod, “Why don’t I pick three, and you do the same?”

“Alright” His mom answered and moved off, she wasn’t sure why she, with two movies in hand, slipped into the adult doors. She didn’t pay attention to the couple of guys back there, as she moved through. She finally decided on a movie that had a title which didn’t give off it being porn right away. It was called simply, ‘That night.’ She slipped back out and found Tim. “Ready?” She asked and he simply nodded that he was, as they both walked toward the counter. Another ten minutes and they were at home, she had the movies on the coffee table, putting in X-Men, one that he had rented. 

“Let’s go put on something more comfortable,” She told him and slipped up to change clothing.

To Be Continued...



Forever Yours, Mom Ch. 3



Chapter 3: The Movie

They both came back only a few minutes later, he had slipped out of his slacks, and his socks, and changed into a Yahoo! T-shirt. He had also grabbed a blanket, which he had over him sitting at the edge of the couch, half laying there. His mom entered a few minutes later in one of her night gowns, this was one of her shorter one’s, it came to just above her knees, the material was silky, though not silk. It was kind of sheer, and in the right light you could see all of her. Like when she first entered, and the light came from behind her, he swallowed, and shifted a bit to hide the arousal he suddenly had. 

“A blanket, great idea, mind if I just curl up into your side?” She asked, as she sat down beside him. He shook his head no, unable to speak. “Thanks,” she smiled and did as she had asked if she could, just cuddling into his side. Careful not to be near his arousal though, since she could see it in the darkness of the room. She had flicked out the kitchen light as she was entering so it was dark. Tim turned the movie on.

The next two and a half hours or so was uneventful, Tim got into the movie and eventually his arousal was gone, deflated. His mother found it kind of boring, and she was kinda dozing when it finally ended. “Time for one of your movies mom” He said, and she came from her half sleep. 

“Oh yep, alright” She got up and moved, she picked up her three movies, and chewed her lip, finally she took ‘That Night’ out, and pushed it into the machine. Then moved back to her son’s side, curling into him again. “I think you’ll like this movie” She said as she smirked to herself, the movie started out just as any movie might, it looked a bit low budget, but he liked Indies. So he was glad she had picked it, when five minutes into the movie the main female character shoved the main male character down and started giving him head. Tim blinked a bit, when they started showing it, he was instantly hard. He was openly Bi, well, openly to himself.

“Do you like the movie?” His mom asked when the woman stripped down to nothing, and the camera showed the guy fucking her rather roughly. 

“Y-yea,” he crocked out, blushing profusely. 

“Good,” She said softly to him, still smirking. Tim was having a hard time keeping his hand from his arousal.

“Mom” he finally whispered, “I need to run to the bathroom.” She started to move to let him up, but then she stopped, realizing why he needed to go. 

“No” She said, leaning back into him.

“Why not?” He asked, getting a little annoyed.

“Because I said no” She said, as he hand lifted the blanket and tossed it aside, revealing the rather large tent in his pants. “My god Tim, you are huge” She whispered, she had only seen two other cocks up close, and neither had been even average sized. “Wow” She reached out tentatively and wrapped her fingers around it. 

Tim gasped, blushing profusely when she grabbed him. “M-mom, wh-what are you d-doing?” He asked, confused, and aroused, his cock jumping in her grip.

“I’m holding my son’s nice cock” She whispered, her hand moving a bit. Pulling his boxer’s down and releasing the seven inch rod. She gasped again, and her hands moved, getting his boxer’s off. 

“We can’t do this mom,” He whispered.

“Why not?” She asked, her hand was already slowly stroking that arousal, caressing the smooth skin with her hand. “I know you want me, you’ve had to beat off twice tonight because I turn you on so much, I don’t want you to have to waste a load of hot cum on a toilet when you can put it in me.” She bent and kissed the tip of his cock, which had precum on it. Her tongue flicked out licking it off. “Mmmm” She purred out.

“It’s wrong” He protested, in a squeaking voice, but his hips arched up again. “I have wanted to fuck you since I was twelve, you are the source of all my wet dreams, you are the object of every fuck fantasy I have.” He exaggerated somewhat, but not a whole lot.

“Let’s make those come true” She said, but could no longer talk as she began to suck him off. Just sucking on the head at first, her hand stroking his shaft quickly.

“Oooh god, fuck mom … you are so … uhhhhh, good,” He moaned and grunted with each movement of her hand. “I’m going to blow my load … let me come on your tits, and lick it off, please, mommy please.” It turned her on, the idea, when he called her mommy, like he had when he was little, so she moved him, and got on her knee’s on the floor, shimmying out of the night gown she wore.

“Beat off all over my tits” She whispered, her hands moving around to his backside, squeezing and caressing it as he started to jack off. It didn’t take him long, his hand stroking himself.

“Oh mom, Fuck … yes, I’m cummmmmmmmming” And as he said it he was, he let out one huge glob which hit her in the chin and dripped down onto her tits, another hit her on the lips and her tongue flicked out to lick it away, he shot another, and another. Seven globs of that warm cum, the last one’s hitting her neck and breasts. 

“Oh son, you taste so good” She whispered, looking into his eye’s as they opened. He smiled and slid forward, his still hard cock traced down from her breasts to her waist as he knelt in front of her, and started to lick her breasts and chin clean.

“I know” He whispered softly, as he did this, he often lingered on her breasts, suckling them gently. He wanted to do more, but his mother took his hands when they moved toward her lower parts.

“Not now son, get back up on the couch and we will finish watching this movie.” She waited till he was on the couch, and curled her naked form against his own, after removing his shirt, she got the blanket and pulled it on. They watched the movie for a few minutes, and again he was rock hard. She gently played with him as they watched. “If you are going to cum tell me,” She whispered in his ear.

He was able to hold it in for a long while, almost an hour in fact, when finally he spat out a. “Now, gonna … cum” His voice hoarse, she pulled the blanket back and put her mouth around his head, drinking down every last drop. Then milking out any left in there.

“That’s my boy” She whispered, wiping some come from her lips. She did it once more before the movie was over, he had a lot of cum in those balls of his. Hopefully enough for the bedroom, she hoped. When the movie was over she got up. “Cum with me” She purred at him, flicking off the TV. “We can watch those movies later.”

To Be Continued...



Forever Yours, Mom Ch. 4



Chapter 4: The Bedroom

Tim followed his mother through the house and to her bedroom. She led him by his hard cock, her hand squeezing every few moments. When they were inside she set him down on the bed, and sat down next to him as well.

“Tim, have I ever told you that your father was the only man I have ever had sex with?” Time blinked, “No mom, you’ve never told me that” He said honestly. “Not even Erick?”

“I have done as much with you as I did with Erick, we loved each other, but he never once made love to me. And I only gave him head a few times” She was blushing a bit, talking like this to her son, but she held nothing back. “I want you to be my second, and my last.” Tim swallowed, staring at her.

“Mom” He whispered, “I don’t know what to say, I’ve never been with anybody, I would be…honored, more than any other thing could honor me”

That made her smile, “I want to be your only Tim, I want you to spend your whole life with me. I know we can never have kids, but … I can make you happy, and if you want kids, we could always adopt.” Tim didn’t know what to say, he was … amazed at her words, completely amazed. 

“I-I” he stammered out, he loved her, so much. “Okay, I love you mom, I want to be yours forever, I want to have you every night from this one on, and I want only you”

She smiled at him, and kissed him gently on the lips. “Then come up here and fuck my brains out” She said as she crawled up onto the bed and laid out on her back. “I have been fixed, as you know, so we don’t even need to worry about getting pregnant” She smiled seductively at him as he moved up, he slid his arms around her neck as he pressed his body against hers.

“I love you so much mom” he whispered, looking down into her eye’s, and then kissing her, firmly on the lips, the kiss lasted. He rubbed his cock against the opening of her cunt for a few moments, until she bucked a bit and pushed him down inside of her, she was tight. He was the biggest thing she had ever had inside of her, a loud moan escaped both of their lips. 

“Oh fuck” his mom panted out as he slid fully into her. “Wait, wait … just lay like this a few moments” She was crying, from the pain and just, being so happy to have her son like this.

“Are you okay mom?” He asked softly, his hand gently moving to wipe at her tears.

“Yes, son, yes … I am great, I am so happy to have you, though this does hurt a little, give me a moment, to get used to the size of you, and then you can take me, like you will every night”

He smiled at her words, and just looked down at her, watching her silently, she was so beautiful. He moved the hand that had been wiping away her tears down to her breast, gently he fondled the one nearest it, caressing, pinching the nipple a bit. After awhile his mom finally whispered. “okay, you can start making love to me now” She kissed him lightly on the lips as his hips began to move, slowly, just rocking them really, she let out these soft little moans as he did. Her body tingling with pleasure. Slowly, so slowly his hips began to move faster, rocking against her, after a few moments he was pulling almost all the way out of her before thrusting himself back down inside of her, his own soft moans escaping from thin lips. “Yes, mom, yes, I love you.” His voice hoarse and throaty from the state of his arousal.

“Fuck me, Tim, fuck your mommy’s cunt you little bastard,” Her dirty talk turned him on even more, and he did not last long, finally he arched into her and he came, his cum shooting deep inside of her. He moaned loudly, and she screamed with him. She experiencing an orgasm at the same moment, her arms hook around his neck and she pulled his lips to hers, feverishly she kissed him, made out with him. She tasted his tongue, his lips. He tasted the faint taste of his own cum in her mouth, her lips, and her tongue. Her teeth scraped at his tongue as the continued to make out, he never pulled form her, never even getting limp.

Finally, after what seemed like forever their kissing stopped, and his mom looked up into his eye’s, smiling softly. “I love you Tim, as a son, and as the best fuck I have ever had” Her arms slid down his back, gently massaging his back. “I want to give you something else this evening, something I did not even give your father.”

Tim arched a brow, curious. “What’s that mom?” 

“I want to give you my ass,” She said, she had tried to use a dildo on it, and once or twice had managed to stretch herself enough. The pain had been great, but the pleasure had been better. “Go to the bathroom and get the KY Jelly out of the bottom drawer of my sink.”

He wasn’t sure what to think as he slid out of her, still rock hard. He moved into the bathroom quietly and got the KY Jelly, that would make it easier to slip inside of her. He came back and she was laying there, tilted to her side and looking at him. “You have a great body, I don’t care what the people at your school say, you are the handsomest man I have ever laid my eye’s on,” He smiled at her, blushing a little.

“Mom” He said, in a kind of whiney voice. “You’re embarrassing me”

She giggled softly at him, “Your embarrassed of that? You just fucked your mom, and me calling you handsome is embarrassing, you’re a goof ball Tim. I love that about you. Come here” She patted the bed next to her and he moved sitting down next to her. “I am going to teach you all about pleasing me, when you have graduated we will move away from here, you will go to college somewhere that we may live together and not be frowned upon. We will never marry or anything of that sort, this isn’t some stupid incest story where the rules of genetics do not hold true, you are still my son, you are now also my lover.”

Tim nodded at her, “Okay, I will eventually want a child, then we can adopt one, or maybe even two.” Margaret smiled softly.

“Okay Tim, we will adopt a child or two, now” A mischievous glimmer in her eye’s. “Fuck my ass.”

He chuckled softly at her, “As you command, mommy dearest” He moved down the bed, and she turned over, he had seen movies where they did this, and he grabbed a few of her pillows, placing them under her stomach. “That will make this easier” He told her as he started to gently caress her bottom. He opened the tube and squirted some of it onto her anus, his hand moved gently, rubbing it along her crack, and then his fingers slid inside of her, coating there, so that he would slip in nice and easy. He also used those two fingers to widen her, get her used to having something in there.

He did this for awhile, her body tense at first, until finally she was getting used to it, and she slowly became more relaxed. And then finally started to bed. “Impale me with your cock Tim, fuck my ass, my beautiful baby boy. Fuck mommy’s tight little ass with that big cock of yours.” He smiled a bit, and his hand moved to grab his throbbing manhood, lifting it and pressing the head to her anus. He pushed forward gently, until just the head was inside. She gasped softly in a bit of pain, and pleasure. “Slowly,” She whispered.

“Slowly,” He agreed as every few moments he fed another inch into her, slowly impaling her on his cock.

“Oh, oh,” with every added inch she let out soft moans, finally when there was still about three inches left she pushed back, hard, forcing him the rest of the way in, she cried out softly in pleasure and pain. “FUCK ME!” She screamed into the bed. And he obliged, his hips starting to move, he pistoned his cock deep into her bowels, then back out, fucking her fast and hard. He bent over her and began to fondle her breasts. Then one hand slid down and started playing with her cunt, then it found her clit, and by the cries of pleasure he could tell she liked that. He continued to fuck her ass as he played with her clit, teasing it. She came three times before he even came once, then he finally poured another load deep into her bowels. Crying out softly with it, it felt so good to fuck his mother.

He rocked a few more times as he felt her body a few moments after he had come explode with another orgasm. When finally she kinda of slumped forward, he slipped out of her and rolled to lay next to her. She slid over on top of him, and wrapped her arms around her body. “Thank you.”

Stay tuned for more tales of Tim fucking his mom raw.