3 comments/ 135741 views/ 16 favorites Homesick By: stoneypoint In 2004, Gary went on to college after graduating a year prior from Dunmore High. In that year between, he spent time considering where he might want to go for a four-year degree. For one year, he spent some time at the community college while staying close to his family. He told his mom, who he was very close to then, that he wasn't sure he wanted to leave town and live away from her and the family. He told his mom almost all of his problems, some of his secrets, and much of what he wanted. Like her, he'd talk to his sister as well. What he never told his mom was that he found her pretty. He found his mom extremely pretty. She knew something was different. She just didn't know what to be sure. Many Saturday evening's, Gary would go online and instead of playing typical game sights or blogging, he'd be on a sight that saw mom's and son's become intimate. Not just close, but also sexually intimate. Gary was 18, so at first he was hesitant. He reassured himself that this was okay because he was legally an adult. The sight called for a person to be 18, so he didn't worry. Then there was his sister as well, who behaved much like his mom did. She looked like her mom. She was built like her mom. But he found himself mainly attracted to the safe haven of his mom's warmth. His sister had similar qualities, but it wasn't always the same. A year had passed since graduating from high school. His mature sister just graduated from school also, turning 18 in May and partying up with many of her friends while he went through the tribulations of confusion that existed in his mind. How could she enjoy herself, but he couldn't? Gary felt an attraction to his mom. He was confused. Gary thought he was becoming sexually attracted to her. He began believing he could 'sleep' with her. She always comforted him. She always, until even recently, consoled him physically. She always held him close to her when he broke down, frustrated because he was upset over something. He was a sensitive person with feelings. Gary was told to try to work them out himself many times, nicely, by his younger sister. He wasn't able. She and Gary would sit in her bedroom sometimes for hours and talk instead of her going out with her friends. They were close in many ways. He developed a fondness for her, but as a sister, he thought. They were close and she didn't mind hugging her brother to console him. As the summer before his first full year at Oklahoma North University was to begin, Gary would often wake up in the morning after ravaging dreams. Dreams that produced results of a different kind, he would often wake up late due to them too and would have to be awakened by his mom or sister. He was embarrassed. He wouldn't get out of bed until they left the room. He only slept in his boxers, which was normal. During the night, Gary would have wild dreams. Wild dreams that were sexually related. They only began that summer, just after his sister turned 18 in May and more frequently when she graduated in early June. He'd awaken with a boner. Or he'd awaken even worse yet, spent with cum soaking his boxers. "What the hell man?" "Oh my God, fuck!" These sentences were uttered in his mind. Then he'd recall why. "Oh God, oh shit! I had sex or messed around with mom. Jesus, there's no way!" Then he wondered why he was naked, playing, touching, letting her lead him on or telling him what to do. It was all friendly. It was all loving. It was all intimate in nature. She'd take his hand and run it across her boobs or she led it across her pussy and thighs too. She also had him run his fingers through her vaginal hair, repeatedly. That's what he'd dream about. But she took it a step further in his dreams, she talk to him about how to treat a girl, how to talk to a girl, how to compliment her, or be polite. Don't kiss on a first date. Don't be aggressive, although she'd be saying all of this with her bra and panties on or just her panties in front of him; they might be laying together in her bed or his bed. No one else would be around. He'd dream of these scenes. All this plus more brought him to ejaculate in his sleep or just keep him hard. He recalled the dreams. He didn't like them, at first. But as they reoccurred, he became warmhearted towards them. As the dreams continued, his sister would begin to show up briefly in them. She would appear, initially, fully dressed in them. He didn't feel concerned. Within a month, she'd walk in on them, smiling away, but with pajamas on and skimpy at that. She almost appeared sexy. But this was his sister and not some local girl he might be fond of. He'd wake up with the boner on. His sister would be running about the hallway and scrambling to put on the final transformations to her self, such as hair and makeup, in the bathroom. He needed to get in and shower. He would not leave his room with a boner on. No way would he do that if she were close by. It always seemed to take a few minutes for him to relax it. His sister was told by his mom to tell him to get his ass in gear, and in those words. His mom had no idea. He became more and more frustrated with the situation. It was worse when he'd cum in his boxers and they would be soaked. Since he released himself in such a roaring way, they would be half-soaked almost. He would have to wash them out, hang them in the shower, and let them dry. Although his mom came in his room to clean often, she never went into the kid's bathroom, except once per week to clean it. He knew when that was so he accounted for that. Once he finally got home, he'd throw them down to be washed. He had his routine down. His only problems were the reoccurring dreams he had about his mom and sister. Why she would come into my dreams, he asked. He wasn't sure what to do. Obviously, he was confused. He lived with it for a while. He buried the subconscious attraction for both but he didn't realize it. He went on dreaming, having wet dreams, or waking up often with the hard-on. August came and he was preparing for college. He was apprehensive. He wasn't ready but he packed and his mom, dad, and sister took him down to the college about 650 miles away. It was a good college with a good base of people from good backgrounds. He would become accustomed to the surroundings, soon enough, they thought. He didn't and it showed. He'd get to classes late, right off the bat. His dreams continued. He had a roommate and that wasn't working out. How could he get out of bed in the morning spent or with a hard-on and not be embarrassed. He missed his family, especially his mom. He missed the talks he had with his sister occasionally. She was off at the community college, making new friends and deciding on a major. She was busy, but she'd email him occasionally. He was homesick and wanted to see his mom and talk to her. He was uncomfortable. He didn't go and socialize. He didn't go to any parties, clubs, fraternities, or even join school organizations. He couldn't easily get online, surf the net, and look at sites as he did before. He especially couldn't go to any sites with 'moms and sons' on them. Those were blocked by the Uni, unless one could hack outside the network. That took some doing. He missed his mama. She brought him that comfort he intimately had begun to love. He put up with the school. The people were friendly enough. They were sociable enough and they liked him. He still missed his mommy. He still had his dreams. He couldn't deny the loving, one-on-one, hand-to-hand warmth, and sometimes-erotic moments with his mom. Yes, sometimes they had erotic moments, which they spent lying in his or her bed being intimate! Then he remembered his sister coming into the dreams. He wondered what was up with that, but he began longing for her company too; he didn't initially long for her for sexual company, but he did long for her in general. His grades were decent. He went to some parties eventually. He began socializing more and more. What he discovered was he spent more time with anyone older, possibly closer to his mom's age. He would almost act as if they were a mother figure but without the lover's tag. He only thought that in his mind. That made him more at ease socially. Most parties of course, became too crazy. Most parties became way to wild. Girls going bi that normally weren't that way. All out naked sex in a backroom or garage setting, all of this occurred and he wasn't familiar with it and more importantly, he was not comfortable. He was not prepared for relationships of this nature. He wanted the comforts of home. The next morning, he left school, boarded a bus, and headed home. He would get home Monday afternoon at about 2:30pm. He arrived home to a quiet house. Mom's car was there. Juliana's car was there too. There was not a sound to be heard. He called out just before he walked upstairs. He hopped up the steps. To his left was his mom and dad's room. To his right, were both his room and Juliana's room. He looked in Juliana's room and no one was there. He thought he heard something. He walked into his room and no one there either. He dropped his bags and walked down to his parent's room. He knocked on the closed door. At first, there was nothing. He knocked again and called out, "Mom? Mom are you in there?" "Honey is that you", she replied. "What are you doing home? Why did you come home?" "Mom, can I come in?" "Oh no, can you wait a minute, she asked. I'm trying to get dressed. Why don't you go downstairs and get a bite to eat. I'll be right there, alright?" He said okay and went to the kitchen. He looked for lunchmeat, but as he wandered through the refrigerator, he heard two sets of footsteps. He looked up at the ceiling as he identified both sets. One was moms, but the other, those were..."Oh my God! Oh my freaking God, he said stunned, those were Juliana's!" They came from his mom's room. "What the heck's going on, he thought. Why is Juliana in mom's room? The footsteps scampered down the hallway. They stopped, as he heard them, turning what was evident, around the corner into her room. He was able to judge the distance from mom's room to Juliana's room. He thought to himself, "What the fuck is going on?" Then he heard the footsteps of his sister. She came down with the stairwell with the pitter-patter of easily distinguished feet! Hers were different from mom's footsteps; those were a little heavier. She came around the corner with a fake smile on her face. "Hi Gary, how are you? Why are you home Gare? I didn't know you were coming home." He gave a glared look at her, initially. He had a suspicious idea something went on in his mom's room, but he didn't know what or why he felt that way. Then Juliana came over and embraced him with a hug. This wasn't any old hug. It was not a brother-sister hug. One might get this hug from a girl that likes you for more then a friend. He thought, "What is going on here?" He didn't return it in the same manner, although when she did hug him like that, he felt something different. Yes, something different overcame him. He didn't know what affected her or what was on her mind for sure, but he knew something was up with Juliana; He set his mind on it to find out. He heard his mom hop downstairs. Yes, she galloped downstairs as if it was spring and outdoor planting was ready to begin. "Get the trowels; get the flowers and everyone get outside so we can plant". That sound of footsteps with glee in them and excitement that summer was on its way type of tone. She was in a delighted and loving frame of mind. She loved her children and always wanted to show them. Mom did it differently, but since they were adults, she felt she wanted to show them physically now. "Hiii honey, what are you doing home? Why aren't you at college sweetheart?" She came up to Gary, as Juliana did, and hugged him that same way. As if she was, a girl that liked him very much and Gary actually loved her hug. "Oh my God, he thought to himself, give me that again mom!" His mom wore a pullover. She was not wearing a bra. Her tits bounced left and right as well as slightly upwards making her a vision of beauty. He wasn't trying to stare, but being larger, they shuffled across her chest much more noticeably. He could not see any definition of nipples, but he was not thinking about them. He did like the way her boobs danced about as she smiled and opened up a conversation with the two of them. Whatever went on between her and Juliana, she hid it well. So did Juliana for that matter. God, it was nice to see mom again, he thought! He missed that physical presence badly. He liked having Juliana around too. Both mom and Juliana were all smiles while he sat there in frustration. He missed being home. He missed his mom. He couldn't have a comfortable night of sleep while away at school as he could here because he couldn't hide his boner well enough. He couldn't hide his cum soaked boxers either! That made life worse! "Honey, said mom, why did you come home?" Juliana asked the same thing. She wasn't upset; neither were upset. In fact, both were very happy to have him home, it appeared. "I am assuming it's not going well", asked his mom. "It's not mom. I just don't like it that much. I miss being home. I miss you, Juliana, dad, and some of my friends." Juliana chimed in, "Me, you actually miss me?" "Yeah I actually do miss being with you. You know how we sit in your room some nights and talk late." His mom looked at the two and asked, "You two actually talk a lot to each other? I always wondered if you two were close." "Yeah mommy, answered Juliana, we do talk about lots of things. Nothing too personal, but we talk about friends, girls, guys, and stuff that may have happened in life; it isn't anything too private though; we don't go into too much personal stuff." "I didn't know that. That's very nice you two. It warms my heart to know you two are close like that." Then Gary's mom came up to both and hugged each separately. "Gary, honey, we have to talk about this. Juliana dear, do you mind if Gary and I spend some time together today, alone dear?" "I guess not mommy." Juliana told Gary she would talk to him later. They hugged again; Juliana hugged him again as if he was her boyfriend and not a brother. He thought that it was strange she hugged him like that. Juliana was a 34D. That was his guess from what he had noticed. As of late, he'd seen her in her underwear quite often! He didn't realize he had feelings for her. He initially denied them. Soon enough, he would begin to feel differently about her, how she carried herself, and presented herself around the house. That would make him and his dreams even worse. He wouldn't experience that problem until a couple of days later when he went back to school. Juliana left for the day. Gary and his mom were all alone. His mom and he sat at the table in the kitchen talking about his problems. At first, she was across the table. He was frustrated. He didn't like the campus or the surroundings, although he was more comfortable with some students and specifically some coeds, but he didn't want to be there. "Gary honey, as she stood up, walking around the table, and sat next to his side, this was the school you decided on. This was the school, which had the best curriculum suited for your interest. This was the school that..." She was abruptly cutoff by Gary as he turned to him mom. "Mom, I don't want to be there. I miss being here at home and you specifically! I miss many things! I love being here around you mom and I don't like being away from home at all!" "What are you saying Gary that you want to be here at home, going to school, and live here too? The school here stinks and you know that. You know that, don't you honey?" She put her arm around Gary to comfort him. She pulled him inwards as he laid himself against her upper body. He liked that feeling against her soft, secure, and supple physique. "Awww Gary, sweetheart, everything will be fine. You wait and see. I want you to go back and give it a chance. It's only been a couple of month's honey." Gary didn't cry. He was too old for that. There was chaos inside of him. Gary had a degree of mommy complex. Gary loved his mommy. Gary wanted his mom around for comfort during this time of conflict. Gary's mom did just that for him. "Gary dear, let's go in the other room and relax. You can open up and let me know exactly how you feel honey. Tell me everything that's going on and exactly everything you feel and get it off your chest. I'm here for you honey, I am." He looked at his mom and a little smile appeared on his face. They hugged again, but this time Gary made an initial advance by hugging his mom in a sexual manner almost. She and Gary hugged for an unusually long amount of time. He loved the sensations he experienced while they hugged. She did too and that's why the hug lasted as long as it did. To Gary, her hugs were amazing. Her hugs made him feel as if he was back in one of his dreams he had during the night. That hug gave him that euphoric feeling that he loved having as if he was in one of his dreams in his sleep. There was an excitement and erotic sense about it, which along with an affectionate arousal, surfaced within him. Gary began feeling slightly better already. Gary didn't seem to understand, at first, that his mom intentionally made him feel as if he was attracted to her powers physically, but she did just that. She brought out a physical attraction to her. Sitting on their couch talking about school and his frustrations, she listened and smiled. Occasionally, she would grimace in despair, but her tender loving smiles would quickly reappear. When he saw her smile, it made him feel much, much better. He talked and talked and talked. She listened and listened the whole time. Holding his hand to comfort him, he felt strong urges to touch her but not necessarily sexually. He only felt an urge to touch her showing her he appreciated her motherly love. It became more than that, soon enough. He put his arms around her, thanking her, and pulled her in against his shoulder. She allowed him to do that but nothing happened, at that point. He did it again. He turned as he talked and then they hugged. This time she only gave him a motherly hug. It was different from in the kitchen when she gave him that personal hug as if it were his girlfriend giving him a hug. "Gary honey, sweetheart, are you feeling a little better?" "Yeah mom, thanks, I do feel better. I am so warn out, but talking to you makes me feel much better. I love you mom. I sure do love you. He looked at her when he said that. Her pretty, hazel eyes seemed like flowers to him as the aura of them glittered and caught his attention. "Boy mom, do people tell you that you have awesome eyes. I mean incredibly pretty eyes." "Thank you dear, that's so sweet of you to say. You've never said anything like that before." "Well you make me feel better, like Juliana, when I'm able to talk about things." "How are you feeling now, better are you?" They sat shoulder to shoulder now. "I'm okay I guess", said Gary. "Take off your shoes Gary, put up your feet sweetheart and lie down. Here put your head on my lap." She patted her lap and directed him to become cozy. His mom wore only a skirt. She didn't think about it initially that she hadn't put on any underwear herself, so she was panty free. If he pursued it, he could easily slide his hand up his mom's skirt, fingering her easily. She rubbed his head of hair. He lay on his mom's lap as if he was a young kid. But he was not; he was a 19-year-old who had complex feelings and mature sexual drive. There was only one problem, this was his mom... or was it a problem? Homesick Ch. 02 As Gary and his mom lie or sat on the couch, Gary had begun to tell his mom something and wanted to let out some secrets he had been keeping for a long time. She had no idea, but it would be to his advantage that he was going to let her in on his secrets. "What is it honey you feel you should tell me," as she sat there and he rubbed her legs. "Feel free to tell me anything, seeing as it was his mom and moms always felt they need to know about everything in their children's lives; what would you care to tell me?" His boner subsided, but the potential for its reentry into the 'market' did exist. "Mom, this is private, real private to me. It involves you and me specifically, as he sat up on the couch, but a little ways away from her. I feel, I think I feel as if I'm...," and he trailed off not finishing what he wanted to say to her. An inquisitive expression came across her face. She had to know what it was he wanted to tell her. That was her nature. She truly loved her son, as a mother, but showed it differently then most moms would. She was of a 'loving nature' and she loved to show how she 'loved' her kids by expressing it physically. Unfortunately, that may have been detrimental to their emotional maturity, although it didn't appear to be a problem for his sister, it was for him. Then Gary's mom began to discover what it was. Somehow she began to realize that he was liked his mom for more then a mom. He actually, she discovered, liked her for sexual reasons. This was an emotional and sexually dysfunctional issue with young adults. She, as a parent, wasn't aware of the dysfunctional atmosphere she developed between her and Gary. Unfortunately, her relationship which she nurtured only held him back as a responsible and emotionally immature young adult. Regardless, both were looking forward to further intimate relations of a different type between mother and son. "Gary, it's always quite alright to let me know any of your feelings, thoughts, and dreams. I do not care what it is you seem to be suffering from, because it is apparent that you are agonizing about something important." She rubbed his arm, then his shoulder, and eventually ran her hands through his hair. Afterwards, she pulled herself closer to him so that he would put his head against her arm and shoulder. Gary, closed in on her as he sat right up against her, leaned against her, and she wrapped her arm up and around his other side. She comforted him. He loved the way she did it. Warm feelings ran throughout his body. She liked that he found comfort with her at the helm. It touched off many different emotional and various sentiments within her. They were not necessarily the appropriate ones. Signals within Gary said to him, "Touch her, but tell her first. Go ahead, touch her boobs, but tell her how you dream of you and her and how you've had wet dreams or even cummed in your dreams. She'll understand. She will." These signals or brain waves that were being sent throughout him were bursting all over his brain. He had to let it out. "Mom, I dream about us all the time. She became curious and felt honored, but wasn't expecting him to say what he was about to tell her. He looked at her expressions and continued. I don't only dream about us mom, I have wet dreams or even more. In my dreams, there is sexual activity between you and me. In fact, I could have sex with you right now, that's how attracted I am to you." He stopped to get her reaction She was honored that he'd feel that way. She was surprised, but it was good. She liked it that he felt this way. It gave her a sense of 'value', she felt. It meant to her that she meant something more to him then just a son who gets his wash, cooking, schooling, and other necessities out of their mom. "Is that what has been bothering Gary, the idea that you love or should I say, feel attracted to your mom, physically? I can't tell you how honored I am to hear that out of you. It pleases me to know you see me as more then a mom." He didn't respond; he wanted to see what her reactions would be. He wasn't sure if what he said was appropriate. "Gary honey, many parents or mothers and their son's may find those types of feelings inappropriate. It isn't unusual though for a son to have feelings like yours about his mom. What sort of feelings or desires do you have?" She put it all on him to express his desires. She had to know what he wanted, because what he told her secretly aroused her. She'd love for her own son to have sexual relations with her. Long ago, she dreamed of those adventures. Once, she had that opportunity about 7 years ago when she met with another guy who was 19. He lived next door to her. He did many chores for her. She began having feelings for him. Unfortunately, even though they became very close, he decided to go away to college out of nowhere. Hence her 'relationship' never developed and she went into a brief stay of depression. Eventually it passed. Her love may have transmitted itself to Gary; maybe it did, but maybe she just had a serious affinity for young, adults too. She never viewed Gary that way until he reached eighteen. She never ever felt the way she felt about him, until he was a 'man'. Who knew about him, not anyone except himself? "I do love the fact, honey, that you feel attracted to me. It sure makes me feel as if I'm a young woman. Is that okay to say that to you?" He looked at her; he smiled, but only nodded yes to his mom. He wasn't sure how to express himself to her. He sat there with his hands on his lap. He wasn't embarrassed, but he was a little shy or timid about making a move on her based on all of his dreams he had. "Gary, what sort of... well tell me about your dreams you've had? In fact, let's go upstairs, away from distractions and we can talk... more comfortably." "You and me, upstairs... just you and me alone, is that okay to do?" "Oh sure it will be fine honey. I will take time to listen to what's been bothering you and we can figure out how to get through all of this without any embarrassment." "Yeah, I am embarrassed, to say the very least. I am embarrassed to or well acknowledge I find my mom attractive. I'm not sure it's okay to think and feel that way." "Ohh nooo honey, what you feel is totally natural. Many young men feel that way. I've read about it and I am one mother among what I think are millions who think it's completely acceptable to feel that way. It really is okay to have those feelings." Then she put her hand on his leg. She rubbed it tenderly, but her hand went high up towards his waist, but not circling anywhere around his crotch. Regardless, what she just did turned Gary on a lot. "Honey, said his mom, let's head upstairs so we can relax and talk more openly. There won't be any distractions of people, phones, or the door, okay sweetheart?" He agreed and she smiled, took his hand, and led him upstairs. "Let's go to your room, how that sound? Would the floor be okay or would you like to sit on your bed?" "The beds fine mom; it's a lot more comfy then the floor." So they sat down on the bed and Gary's mom sat up against the head board, crossed her legs, but she forgot she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her pussy, if he thought about it and looked towards it, would be seen easily enough. Eventually he'd notice it, but he wasn't going to say anything at first. She sat up against the headboard smiling away. "What's funny mom, he asked. Is something funny?" "No dear, nothing is funny. In all the years that you've grown up here, not once have I ever sat in here having a heart to heart talk with you." "No, responded Gary, I guess we never have. Did you ever have private talks with Juliana in her room like this?" "Oh sure we did, but it's always different for girls and their moms. Did you and dad ever talk about stuff in life? Did you and he ever talk about, well I don't want to embarrass you, but the 'Birds and the Bees' stuff? Did you ever talk about other guy stuff? I guess I should know that, but our communication's never been the best. You know that." "Yeah I know mom. Dad and I talked about the birds and the bee's stuff a while back, but it doesn't help my feelings or emotions. I mean I understand what could happen, but it doesn't... well you know... ummm, I mean, well you know..." Gary was a little shy about talking about male, female issues with his mom. To top that off he was having 'sexual' issues of his own with her. "What you're trying to tell me is that you understand the sexual repercussions of having sex with a girl. I know you know that. Can I ask you some questions, openly and get honest answers from you honey?" "I guess so, replied Gary, like what mom? That's when he looked at the way she was sitting and quickly peered in between her legs to see what he could see. It was dark, so it was hard and he pulled took his eyes off that line of sight. "Do you like any girls lately? Do you have any friends which are girls that you keep in touch with from high school?" "No, not really, I've seen a few online, but they will say hi and that's about it." "Like whom dear, is there anyone I know personally?" "One is a friend of Juliana's I like. It's just that since she's a friend of hers, we don't chat or talk much." "Ohhh that's nice. What do you like about her?" Then the convo went on and on as it relaxed him and put her more at ease with the two in his room. She moved closer to Gary and they openly talked about girls or women. "Women or girls, however you like to say it pose so many nice opportunities for guys, don't they sweet heart?" "What do you mean mom?" "Well they are so pretty. They have nice features which men find attractive. They have dangerous zones, so to speak that guys want to be more knowledgeable about, don't they sweetheart?" "Mom... come on, what do you mean? Are you saying what I think you are saying? That's somewhat embarrassing. I mean, guys don't talk to their mom's about that." "Why don't they Gary? Why wouldn't you talk to me about all the wet dreams and premature ejaculations you have during the middle of your sleep, honey? What is it you are actually dreaming about anyways? Are you dreaming about Juliana's friend or even something crazier?" She actually floored him with the knowledge that she knew he was having orgasms in the middle of his sleep. His underwear and sheets proved it. He never, ever thought she'd notice the fact he was waking up with hard-on's or cumming in the middle of the night because he was having sexually related dreams. "Huhh, how did you know, he asked in utter surprise. There's no way you knew. I covered my tracks... oh my god! How did you figure it all out, how?" He was ashamed of himself. He looked away from her and moved to the corner of the bed. What she didn't know and he assumed she did was that he was dreaming of her. She had no idea and it was a shock but she would be honored and turned on by it too. "Gary, Gary sweetheart it's okay honey. It's okay, it really is honey! Many men and women, mostly younger ones have those types of dreams. It is so typical because of hormonal changes, however wonderful they are each goes through. I went through them and every so often, oddly it still occurs. That's hard to believe isn't it honey?" He looked up in surprise at her. "You...you have them... still? You really do?" He couldn't believe she said it. You do not," as he doubted her. "Honestly, I do. Cross my heart and hope to die, I actually have had a few. In fact I had one a month or so ago. Out of nowhere, I had it." Mom, can I ask you who you dreamt about?" "I suppose so sweetheart. There was a guy I met. He is a librarian. Years ago when I worked at the library, he and I worked closely. I was 24 and he was 40. I liked him a lot. I was every fond of him and I always wanted to date him. Every so often I get an email from him and return one. But shortly afterwards, I'll dream of us together. You know, it is a romantic but very steamy evening with one another. It gets... well I'm sure you know the rest." "Damn mom, I had no idea. What are your dreams like?" "Gary, I'm not sure I want to tell you any... umm uhhh intimate details of those dreams. He was always a father figure to me. But there was always a hint of mutual romance between us too. Albeit, he wasn't my dad, he is just like him in everyway." "Would you like to tell me about yours, Gary? Or are they extremely private or embarrassing to tell? I've heard lots of story's honey; man, many different ones too." He looked at his mom and started thinking how he saw himself naked in bed in his dreams. She was naked too, except she always had on her underwear, at first. Somehow it didn't matter because they weren't on her when that 'time came'. She was without, them, somehow, and his cock was hard and it was between her thighs quite often. Or it might be between her tits while she almost applauded and enjoyed a good titty fuck from him. He thought about those dreams or when she was giving him blow jobs. Both would enjoy them, laughing and become hornier and hornier; then he would cum all over her body. In reality, that's when he actually produced his wet dreams or came during his sleep. "Wow honey, that's a heck of a look on your face, his mom exclaimed! I sure would love to know what's going through your mind, but I do understand the need for privacy with some of your feelings. It's okay if you don't want to tell me about them." He looked up slowly at his mom and she wasn't smiling nor was she upset. He knew that look. It was one that said its okay, whatever makes you happy type of look. In a frustrated tone he said, "Mom, I can't... tell you about... them, I just can't I don't think." He looked at her and tried to see what the right thing to do was. He wanted to change all of it. He wanted to stop having the dreams about her. He looked away from her with a disparaged feeling. She slid next to him and rubbed his back, over his shirt as she tried to make him feel comforted and nothing else. She began thinking of all the possible things that could trigger the dreams that would make him so extremely embarrassed. Then she thought she figured it out. She stopped rubbing his back, grabbed him on each arm, and held him firmly but not roughly. With a look of intense curiosity, she stared him down. She smile as to not make him worry, but asked him, "Gary sweetheart are you... having sexual...sexual dreams about someone specific in this family?" She thought it could be Juliana. Then he looked up in shame as she assumed she was correct. Still he thought she figured him out as he assumed she meant him when she thought it was Juliana and him. Little did she realize that it was her! "Mom... mom, uhhh, I'm... uhhh I'm so, so sorry mom! I... I am... I really am; how did you figure it out? How did you know," as he assumed she meant herself and not Juliana. "Ohhhh Gary honey, it is so natural for that to happen. It happens and that happens so often. Have you told her at all about any of this?" "HUH, he exclaimed, what... uhhh what do you mean, 'Have I told her at all about this?' Who are you referring to mom, Juliana? Ohhhh... my... Oh my god!" At that point, all of it was too easy to decipher. His mom was initially bewildered. She had no idea that he'd been dreaming of she and him. What kind of dreams they were had obviously been graphic enough to him that they produced wt dreams or even ejaculations that covered his midsection in the middle of the night. "Ohhh sweetheart, all this time I always thought one of two things. Neither of them was true. None of them were true." She stopped at that point and calculated the magnitude of the situation, his dreams, and what it all meant. He was ashamed that this all surfaced. He hadn't even considered the idea of any possible intimacy between him and his sister. He hadn't even subconsciously dwelled on that yet. Gary was passionately enamored with his mom and her sexuality somehow. Somehow he found her to be a hott, sexy woman while sleep-dreaming. He treasured those dreams, which were so vivid, that he always chronicled them in his private journal on his notebook computer. The journal he kept was set up to post online if he so wanted. She thought about his attraction to her. She did not feel ashamed. In fact, she was accustomed to a similar relationship such as this. She had developed a fair amount of intimacy with her daughter, which brought her pleasure as well as her daughter. The difference was that her daughter seemed mature enough to handle the emotional scope of that relationship. Her daughter didn't seem to fall prey to being a toy of hers. She wasn't a dominatrix with her daughter; however her daughter was pleased by her sufficiently and Juliana pleased her mom equally as well. Gary's mom might get the best of both worlds, in a manner of speaking. Was this the right thing to do or should she let sleeping dogs lie? "Gary how do you feel about me or us over all, do you feel as if there's a mutual attraction?" He looked at her and didn't know how he felt. "I don't know mom. I guess I think you are attractive for the most part, however then I see you as my mom and nothing more. I guess it depends on what is going on during the day. I've written about my feelings and I've kept a lot of it in a special journal that no one's able to access. I keep that or those feelings, thoughts, and other stuff bottled up or locked up in what I've written." "You do, she asked, I used to do that as a young woman and I still have those journals tucked away. As a matter of fact, I still have stuff I wrote about with the man from the library. But I haven't felt a need in the last several years. Normally one gets to understand the whole process. Once that's achieved in time, which is normally when maturity begins to set in, then one doesn't see a need for all of that." "Really, so you have about how many different journals?" "Ohhh, sweetheart, I have about 40 journals going back to... well when I was at least yours or Juliana's age." "Really mom," he asked surprisingly. She told him yes and then from nowhere she pulled towards her and hugged him tightly using her left arm to comfort him. I should ask you this possibly honey. "Are there girls your own age you've dreamt about too?" Ashamed, but not smart enough to keep quiet, Gary said yes. He was so apprehensive, but hoping that maybe all of this might stop the dreams by finally talking about everything. "Yeah mom I have dreamt about a few girls, but well, mainly they've been about..." and he trailed off, as she knew they were of she and Gary. "Mom, I wrote about all of my dreams. Do you want to read them? I'm not sure, but maybe all this will help me stop the dreams." "Gary, she asked him in confidence, do you enjoy your dreams? Do they make you feel good at the time?" She was confident that maybe she could make them come to life and that even she might be pleasured. "By the way sweetheart, I would love to read what you've dreamed about. Dreams are wonderful and I often dream about neat things too." "Like what mom, do you dream about you and me, like I do?" She shook her head no and touched his hand warmly as he felt a twinge of warmth himself run through his body. He wasn't sure if it was that of motherly love or potential incest and lust for something more with his mom, so he grabbed it back and held onto her hand. She turned and smiled towards him in an accepting gesture. She took him to his notebook and while standing there, she pressed the other hand against his chest and caressed it. He enjoyed the feel of her hand as it stroked his chest gently. He took it initially as a mothers loving touch. "Everything's going to be fine, she said calmly to Gary. You wait and see I'm going to make you feel wonderful as the day progresses. You are going to feel superb and confident. You're also going to understand all of the feelings you may have between us too, I think." Homesick Ch. 02 He wasn't quite clear what she meant, but he allowed her to take control of his emotions and the situation, because she was more experienced in life. He assumed she would make him feel alright about his dreams and desires... and the fact that he continually ejaculated during his dreams where she lay naked with her. Finally, they sat back down on his bed and she sat up against his headboard reading his journal. He wrote so descriptively that she was taken in by hi ability to visibly enhance a dream. She read and read as her legs were crossed. Gary peered again up underneath her skirt and that time able to see a hairy pussy entrance. H e first blushed and looked away. She didn't see him roving around underneath initially. Then she caught his eye looking her way. She was aroused by his dreams he wrote about. Thinking to herself, she thought, "This can't be my Gary. No way is this Gary, he isn't like this. Wow, this is so amazing." He talked of so many sexually descriptive situations alone with her as if the two were the only ones around and how she'd slide her hand into his pants and tease his limp cock into an aroused state and then suck him off madly. He write about how she undress in a strip tease act, then begin to seduce him and eventually lay down with Gary and let him have his way with her. Her heart pounded harder with erotic feelings. She showed Gary, it read, where her most treasured erogenous areas were and how to seduce her each time as well or even better. All the while, she lifted her legs up in an arched manner. She became more and more moist inside. She was enamored with his dreams and his posts. She was becoming flushed. Once she arched her legs up and supported the notebook computer, her twat was so easily visible, he could not believe himself. He became surprisingly to himself, almost horny. He didn't feel shame. He felt an insatiable desire to touch her. Not only touch her between her thighs as if he was dreaming, but also to remove her top and caress her boobs oddly. She developed and increased desire for his touch. Maybe she felt a need for mans touch or maybe she felt the need for the loving sensuous touch of her son in fact. Albeit, the touching from her son is completely deranged in many peoples mind, it is quite normal in millions as well. She wanted, as she continued on, to touch herself. Simultaneously, as mentioned, she wanted him to seduce her somehow. She read further and became hornier as she couldn't believe her eyes. She had become awestruck that her own son saw her as a sexual goddess. Even more so, he actually wanted to do everything to his mother one would want to do intimately with any girl. Romantically or not, she felt what he felt through his words. She had sexual relations with Juliana earlier that morning and maybe even more times then just that day. Regardless, that day was a good day she thought, seeing if he was the same person as the one in his journals. The mind is powerful, but is it in reality, as strong when the time comes to show how much one desires a person, face to face. She put down the computer on his night stand. She looked at Gary and Gary looked at her. He then began feeling ashamed that he showed her his private matters. "Don't feel that way Gary, don't do that to yourself, okay? You are such a wonderful, powerful, and graphic writer. All of it has made me feel, so loved and even more then that. It has Gary. I don't know how to tell you how it makes me feel." He didn't say a word at that point. He had a hard on due to her open cunt being exposed to him. He didn't know if he could touch it, muff it, or what. He didn't know if she wanted that or if she was completely ashamed of him. Although she said she was amazed in so many words, he was sure of himself. "Sweetheart, if I did something special for you or for us, something distinctively intimate in fact, would I surprise you? Would I be assuming the wrong thing? Would I gross you out? Do you have a desire to have... uhhh, physical relations with me? It doesn't mean we love each other, other then as mom and son. This only means that we have a desire to have a relationship of a physical nature. My body is yours if you'd love to have it. Whatever you want Gary, I will be willing to give that to you as a woman. Do you want me as a woman who's willing to have a sexual relationship with you honey?" He only shook his head yes. He didn't say one word. "Do you crave or should I say desire to express yourself sexually with me and my body?" He said yes this time to her. He wanted it badly. He wanted to have sex with her so badly, his body's fluids screamed with punching desires. He wanted to suck her tits off badly. He wanted to feel her supple tits in the flesh. He wanted her legs wrapped around his face squeezing it hard as he forcefully shoved his mouth deeply into her twat. Then he burst out... "Oh God Mom, I... want your body so much," he said in a whipped tone of voice. I want to make love to your body like in my dreams. I do... I really, really do mom!" "Ohhh sweetheart, she gasped, then remove all my clothes, and have me the way you'd have me in your dreams. My body, mind, and soul are yours! I want to please you in any way possible! I want to make sure you are happier then ever Gary. Take me and have me as a tool of sexual pleasure baby!" He was hornier then horny. He became so caught up with a woman, who had a sexy body at her age and was so agile too; he was confident she'd be turned on by him and his abilities. In her opinion, that was the first step in restoring his confidence, she believed! Like a man, he slowly undressed himself. First his top came off, and then his shorts. His hard cock was almost noticeable through his boxers. He came forward as she let her son slip off her top and exposed her bra which encased a set of wonderfully framed tits. As well, he felt a gratuitous thanks coming on and craved to kiss her full cleavage. They were sexy as any man felt about a woman's tunneling arena. His body exploded more and more. "Ohhh mom," he called out even though she was there in front of him. With only a bra and skirt on, he new she wasn't wearing panties. "It's okay dear she said softly, it will all be okay. Do you want to touch them, referring to her bosoms. I like your chest, Gary, because it so muscular and manly. You should know that. I bet many girls think that too." She reached over and touched his chest. He felt odd letting his mom do it, but he let her continue to rub it, especially around the pectoral muscles and his tiny nipples. "Feel my chest honey, she said quietly in a gentle tone. Put your hands against mine and feel them. Tell me what they feel like. Tell me how you feel." He did as she directed him and he burst with never ending feelings of eroticism! "Wow mom, they are so... well so awesome, I guess. I love them. Boobs, well breasts, are so great!" "They are aren't they dear, she replied. Feel me again because I sure like the way you touch them. It makes me feel... well, sexy as a woman." He pulled back because at first, it made him feel awkward. He liked the feel of her tits, but consciously knowing he was touching his mom's tits made everything weird. "What's wrong honey? Did I say something wrong?" He shook his head no, so he looked at them, and slowly began reaching for them again. Just as he was about to touch her bra covered tits, out of nowhere, she un-hooked it and her bra fell to the bed. These two large mounds fell out, but maintained a young like composure and did not fall too far down. Hers were young and spring like breasts, open to anyone's fancy. Gary then gawked at the impressionable size and beauty of his moms breasts. He loved them in fact. He wanted to shove his face into them but resisted. He was gaining more confidence in himself. "Do you like these" as she lifted them up for him to gaze at. There was not an ounce of stretch marks on them. It was as if they were cosmetically corrected. Hers were natural and she never had any surgery on hers. He smiled with a new look of greed and desire. "Yeah mom, I love your tits. They're awesome, do you know that? I hafta to tell ya, I could touch them for hours." That was the first time he sounded and acted relaxed and full of confidence. "So then feel them again like you did. The way you feel them and I hope you don't mind me saying this, gets me turned on Gary. Are you turned on too? I think boobs are a big turn on to guys and letting you touch them, feel them, lick them, suck them, or even kiss them is an awesome thrill for me." "Oh god mom, ohhh godddd yeah... I'd love to! I'd love to well, do all of that!" "Even titty fuck me like in your dreams baby," she asked him slyly. "Ohhh god... ohh god mom, I'm so horny!" "That's good sweetheart, I like it that your horny sweetheart. That makes me horny knowing you are turned on too! Yeah baby, I like that a lot!" He didn't understand even though she told him, that she realistically had become so aroused that she was very moist in her pussy. She didn't tell him at that point. "Do you want to feel me some more Gary? Ohhh, please feel free to touch me and caress me anyway you'd like. Do you want to kiss my tits or shove your face in them?" He's wanted to do that all along. "Yeah, yeah... I do want to please... yes I would love to do that!" "Go ahead and do that. It sounds so pleasurable to me baby! Let's lay down and you can climb over me. Oh by the way honey, maybe you'd love to know, but my vagina is wet. The reason it's wet is that you make me horny. I think you're sexy Gary. I actually think you're a good looking guy with a great body. I think, no I know you and I could have fun and good easy sex sweetheart, what do you think?" He was dumbfounded and wasn't ready for a comment like that. "Damn mom, I could fuck you right now. I could do anything and everything to you, right this instant." "Ohh Godd Gary, suck my tits! Suck 'em and suck 'em good baby!" She grabbed is head of hair and virtually slammed his head into her breasts as she quietly moaned and cooed! "Mmmmm, he responded to her quiet moaning. Mmmmm... mmmmm." He continued to kiss and lick her breasts. "Ohhh you're so good at that honey... so, so good. It turns me on, it does baby! I never knew my ... that you could be so good in bed! You are good, honey...mmmm, ooohhh!" He wanted to expend his cum in her or on her. Either way he wanted to orgasm. "Ohh god mom, I wanna cum... do you too?" I like your body, mom. No, I love your body. It's almost as if I'm in a dream I had. You are as pretty, as sexy, and as awesome in my dreams mom... you are...mmmm!" "Really Gary, I am? That's awesome honey, keep sucking and kissing my tits. You're incredible and it makes me feel so sexy. You make me feel sexy and horny! Ohhhhhhhh... yes... yessss!" Then Gary kneeled straight up and removed his boxers like a man and undid her skirt and ripped it from underneath her body. She was impressed and her curvaceous frame, being completely exposed, to him, created an arousing, rippling effect matched never before. His cock tingled with pulsating excitement. His arms, hands, legs, and feet had tremor like activity erupting within. His mind became one with his body. Her mind craved him and his body too. She arched without him in her and screamed somewhat, for his dick. Sadly enough, she wanted him badly so she could be fucked repeatedly by her son. He in return wanted to fuck her swiveling 'Garden of Eden' like body. "Please Gary, stick your manliness in me, fuck me really, really good baby. Sweetheart, just slide your cock inside of here, as she pointed to her hairy pussy, and keep pumping away at me... even after I orgasm honey! I'm ready to cum hard now and I want to feel you do it in me, she said with a breathless tone! I want you to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me honey! Fuck me please like you'd do in a dream!" He didn't respond to her calls to be banged, except that he finally smiled with an air of confidence and spread her legs apart deliberately. He watched her expressions on her face as he slid his hard and horny dick deep inside of her wet hairy mature cunt. He was proud and pleased with himself! He couldn't believe that his fantasies of his dreams he had were real. Then he exploded with emotion! "Oh god mom, you... you... ohhh you feel awesome! I... I never understood how... how incredible a female felt like... but this, mom, feels awesome! Your... ohhh your pussy is so sweet, damn is it!" "Yes dear it is, isn't it and so is your hard dick. Now go ahead and pull it out and push it back in repeatedly to get me ready to orgasm baby! Just keep banging and pumping yourself into me so we can both cum. I wanna cum badly for you honey, I do... I really wanna orgasm for you, okay sweetheart?" "Yeah, yeah... Let's get it on... yeah! Ohhhhh I feel great... oh yes I do! You know something, you have a great body, and I love your tits too. They are magnificent!" He was mesmerized by her beauty! He was enamored with her sexiness! He had no idea that this was leading to a long lasting 'relationship' with her. "Oh Gary, that's good, oh yes... ohh yess! Keep it up Gary, oh yess, yess, yess baby! That's right, keep plummeting yourself into me. Just like that, ohh wow yessss! Just like that honey, just like that... yeahhh!" "Ohhh yeah, I feel great! This is so great too! I... ohhh I love it... yess, yess said yelled Gary at his mom, mmmm... wow, how awesome... ohh how sexy too!" "Yes, you are doing great Gary...ohhh yess. Ohh yess," as she pumped ferociously back at him as if they were two lovers fucking for the first time after hooking up at a night club, Gary's mom was going off on him and he was going at her. It was sexy, it was wild! He was so delighted he had his first ever fuck and it didn't matter who it was with, he was ready to cum in her or on her, regardless it was a woman and he was a man. He loved the fact he was having sex and more incredible was this was his mom. That didn't seem to matter. It was beautiful in his eyes that his dream had come to life! "I'm ready Gary; she shouted and screamed at him in pleasure! I'm ready honey... ohhh am I ready!" She pushed upwards more frequently as he pushed almost as rapidly at her. Her tits bounced and danced in front of Gary's eyes. They were a sight of glorious beauty to him. Even the nipples seemed frozen in time. He wanted to play and play with her tits and her nipples too! "Wow, mom... you are one... ohhh yess, one sexy woman. This is unbelievable that I'm having sex finally and sex with you at that! Isn't it great?" "Ohh you are stupendous honey. You have a superb talent! You sure are good! Ohh yess..." and her breath shortened quickly as her eyes closed and a smile which turned to a pursed look eventually, appeared on her face! He knew from that look that she wanted to cum. He knew it from the porn flicks he'd seen. "Okay, okay... yess, yesss! I want you to scream or whatever, just orgasm, okay? He just wanted her to reach that summit and explode with joy. Yeah mom, yeah.... Ohhh I feel great and I wanna cum too, but I want you to be happy first, okay?" He kept fucking her at a swift tempo. Yes honey, yes Gary... I'mmm... yeahh... I'mmm... oh yeah! Ohhh yeahhh! Ohhh yeahhh! Ohh, ohhh ohhhh, ohhh... the panting became harder as she began to emit other unusual sounds! Out of no where, a high pitched scream escaped from her and her body twisted with joy and emotion! Her hips, legs, arms and hands all grasped for something or they pinched something, such as his bare back and legs. She let out yelps, shouts, and screams as her erupting orgasm controlled her physically. She grabbed first at the bed sheets and pulled them in, but finally grabbed him for better physical security! He began expending himself as he started moaning his mom's first name as if she was his girlfriend or a casual fuck from somewhere he picked up. Regardless, he was polite and respectful in his exasperating moans or screams! She felt his forceful discharge and it was wonderful to her! She screamed his name over and over in delight, telling Gary he was incredibly awesome as a sexual partner. He collapsed finally on top of his mom. She supported him, although he wasn't that heavy, she caressed his upper back, lower back and down over his naked butt cheeks. Finally he slid off her beautiful body and she whispered something nice in his ear. "Gary, I want you to know that you are as wonderful as they come with respect to being a sexual partner. If you treat a woman like you just treated me, you will always have many female friends. They will want to be more then just friends too honey, okay?" He lifted his head and looked to her to see that she meant what she just whispered in his ear. She smiled at him, nodded her head yes, signifying she meant it, and winked at him. Then she placed a long kiss on his forehead. He whispered back, "Can I touch you, right now, anywhere? Does it matter or do you mind? I think you have a beautiful and graceful sexy body... I really do," as he smiled at her. She was impressed by his honest compliment. She smiled at him, rubbed his upper body around his chest and looked at it too, then looked at his face and smiled again. "Gary, you can touch anything you would like, as long as you are a gentleman and respectful... understand? I'd have sex with you, by the way, any time you please... How's that sound?" "Really, no kidding... are you being truthful that you'd enjoy being with me again like this?" "Ohhhh yes sweetheart, I loved having sex with you. I really, honestly did enjoy it!" She grabbed a hold of his limp dick and swiveled her palm around it, slightly applying pressure to it. Then she straddled her fingertips down below on or around his sack. Her fingernails sensitized it enough to give it the feeling that he was being tickled or something similar to that. He smiled endlessly while she did it and afterwards as well. She knew he was in heaven and seemed to be at peace that it all occurred as it did. Soon afterwards, he touched her body for the first time. He didn't touch her breasts, nor her beautiful darkened patch and whole. He didn't touch her lips or her body anywhere else, except to run his finger's thru her loose wild hair. It was of medium length, however it was silkier and oddly he felt a need to stroke it over and over. She smiled and smiled as she watched his face. He smiled as if he was very comfortable lying in bed with this gorgeous woman. He felt a complete sense of satisfaction lying next to her. His body and mind communicated feelings to him that this relationship was right. There wasn't anything wrong with being intimate with her. She slipped her hand into his head of hair approving of his actions, and then she kissed him on his cheek. He looked at her questioning that and she only smiled a loving like smile. She whispered again to him, "Everything's perfect now isn't it honey? It's perfect. I feel wonderful all over. I mean, I feel incredible everywhere." Quietly, he answered back, "Because of what or how I... uhhh... performed?" "Well if you want to call it a performance, which I wouldn't honey, I'd call it just what it was... a wonderful, sexual, and intimate moment, between you and me." He was ecstatic and a flood of arousal filled him up again. A glaze of excitement filled his face as if he could have sex again with her. "Ohhhhh I wish we could have sex again... I really, really wish we could do this again and right now too." "Would you like me to lick it for you, without acknowledging his wishes; I'd be more then pleased to go down on you, suck it for a while until it becomes hard, like in your journal, and then you can titty fuck me instead. It's up to you honey; whatever you would like to have done, I'd love to be apart of that. How's that sound, sweetheart?" Homesick Ch. 02 She smiled into his eyes. She put her arms around his back and pulled him forward into her body. He gazed down on her tits which rested slightly sideways towards the bed. He felt the topsides of them as she realized what he was trying to do and she laid back so he had open access to her large breasts. Her nipples were softened and he touched them first. "You are like most men, honey. Most men enjoy feeling and grasping a woman's nipples so that they become hard. Careful though because it can become painful at a point." "What becomes painful, he asked, your nipples... really, I guess I never realized that." "Haven't you ever played with your own nipples when you masturbated?" "I've never done that, he replied I haven't honestly." She could tell he was lying. She ignored it and moved on. She began touching his puny nipples. "How's that feel," she asked. "Mmmmmm, he replied, mmmm that feels good. It really does feel...ohhh owww, owww!" She over sensitized them to the point that they hurt. He understood and promised he wouldn't do that to her. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that. They feel so cool," as he touched the rubbery like texture of her nipples. They were large to him. "Lick them Gary, see what it feels like to lick them. It's supposed to be incredible. When your, and she paused and said, never mind. She didn't want his dad brought into the picture on second thought. He paid no mind to what she was about to say and leaned over her body and put his face into her tits and began licking her nipples. "Mmmmmm and he looked up at her, smiled, and said, I like that feeling a lot, do you like it when I do that? That's a cool feeling, it really is!" "Yes, it is cool, isn't it? I love it when I do that," she said by accident. He noticed that comment. "Umm, what do mean, asking curiously. What do you mean when you do that?" She realized what she said and back peddled quickly. "I meant that when it happens, I love it, which is rare honey. It is very rare. What else do you want; would you like me to lick you? Or would you like something else?" She wanted to redirect any focus by her slip of the lip comment. He forgot about it as he touched and touched her breasts gently. She enjoyed the loving feel of his hands on her breasts. It was warm and sexy to her. She smiled and touched his penis occasionally. Eventually it started stiffening and he became aroused slowly. He liked how she persuaded him in this manner to become horny so easily. "I like that, ummm... uhhh will you uhhh, be willing to, ummm...." "Swallow it and suck it for a while, as she finished his question. Gary... it would be a pleasure; I'm happy that you asked me. She took his cock in hand and began licking it and even the balls, ever so slowly. She didn't realize how much 'reserve' he still had stored up for her pleasure! He didn't either! Homesick Ch. 03 "Ohhhhhhhh Gary, you make me soooo horrrnyyy. Didn't you realize how sexy you are sweetheart? My little Gary is a sexy little young man, oh yes, oh yes!" Gary's mom said triumphantly. Gary laughed and replied "I am not. I'm a wimp mom. I'm not sexy enough to make you that ummm horny." Then he wondered and said, "Wow that's cool, I guess. Wow I turned on my mom he said. Oh wow, no shit? I'm makin' you that horny, really? Like is your umm, pussy ummm like wet mom? Like a regular girl's vagina?" Yes dear you are and yes mine is just like any girls pussy; just as your sisters might be when she's that way honey. But I do have a problem I guess. I like this as she handled his cock. I like licking it too Gary. Oh I wish you and I could have sex all the time. Boy, having a man around almost all the time, being able to have sex when either of us wanted to have sex now wouldn't that be great sweetheart?" "Huh really mom, do you mean you'd let me have real sex with you? Are you saying that you'd actually let me insert my penis in your umm vagina anytime?" Do you want to try doing that now Gary? Go ahead and try it." Gary's cock became hard immediately. "I know you like my tits. I'm sure of that honey. I know you adore shoving it between them don't you? I'm going to ask you another question too and don't get too all bent out of shape, okay honey?" "Okay mom, what's that?" "If I told you or should I ask, what would you think if I told you your sister and I have had sex with one another?" "Whaaaat no shit mom? Are you fucking crazy? Is she crazy too? I can't believe it, no way mom." "Yes sweetheart she and I have had sex and it was wonderful just as it's wonderful that you and I are doing this together right now. I love everything about it. I love you. I love who you are. I especially love how you've turned into such a grown man. You have a wonderful body as an adult Gary and I'm honored to show you that too." "Wow really mom? Wow, damn mom you are making me really horny right now!" "Awww do you want me to suck you again? Would you like to be licked once again just like I was doing? I bet you'd love to have me grease up my breasts for you so you can titty fuck me wouldn't you?" "Ummm what umm do you put on your tits mom umm baby oil or Vaseline or what?" "Annnyyythiiing your little heart desires Gary. I want this to be your little fantasy." "Oh god mom oh fucking shit, I'm gonna cum without doing any of that. Oh damn I'm gonna cum mom, ohh fuck..." and Gary exploded simply because his mom talked him into titty fucking her and she hadn't even started yet in her opinion. "Nooo Gary, don't, don't honey dooooon't cum yet! Please doooon't", but he did and he couldn't control it! He spit cum everywhere uncontrollably in her face, hair, sheets, tits, and on her belly even. He was visibly upset and disappointed with himself. Gary's mom was let down. She wanted and craved cock badly. Having her sons hot prepared exploding cum blow inside her cunt was the ultimate. She felt let down but it was her own doing although she wouldn't admit it. She felt as if he could have had more self control and been more of a man and waited longer. There she lay with his sticky off white blow all over the place. She even wanted a possible chance to swallow it, but it was too late even for that. Mainly she desired cock, Gary's cock more to the point but her son failed her or did she fail her son? Yes, she led him on making him think all this was right. That it was okay to desire having sex with mom or even eventually his sister. Mom lay on the bed below him, looking sad and let down. He began to weep. She began to cry so emotionally that she asked him to leave the room. He thought she hated him. He figured she never would have sex with him ever again. She lay for a while, thinking, rubbing his cold cum on her warm body that slowly cooled since her desires were broken by his premature ejaculation. She initially thought he was feeble. She was the feeble one. She desired her son's physical presence. She would at least and eventually would come to his room and seek his forgiveness and explain why she sought it out. Meanwhile she still lay there, trying to rub his cold cum as she thought what might have been. Finally she stopped weeping, sat up, gathered the sheets, piled them up, and took a shower to clean up. Meanwhile Gary wrote in his journal. How he failed her miserably. He wrote every miserable feeling he had and how he wasn't a man's man. He finished typing, cleaned up and went outside. Sitting there, his mom dressed herself and wanted sex very much. Not completing 'the sexual adventure' or 'journey' she expected she needed to be finished off. Her daughter couldn't complete that. She needed a man. Yes a man with a cock full of good cum. Gary was the only man who could do that. However she would have to wait. Meanwhile, Gary's sister drove up. She got out but knew instantly something really bad happened. She would not know unless Gary told her. Juliana didn't have issues. Juliana was a 100% woman and it showed. She and her mom had their moments, intimate or not, currently all was perfect in Juliana's world. "Gary, what's wrong?" He snapped, "Nothing lets leave it alone, okay? Just let it be." Gary knew his sister and mom did it with each other. Then he realized he snapped at his loving sister. I'm sorry. Can we talk?" In her usual warm tone, Juliana said yes and sat down next to him putting her arm around him. "Don't do that Juliana, please? I need to talk and I'm really messed up about things. I don't know how to say this or where to start or anything. The problem is that I don't wanna talk about it around here." "Then let's go for a drive and you can tell me in the car. How's that sound?" Okay and she put her arm around Gary and he put his arm around her. They got along great all the time and this wouldn't be any different. Driving away from the house, she began the conversation. "Okay Gary, where do you want to begin? What has you so down in the dumps that you were barking at me?" "This is too weird Juliana. Until right now, in the last 10 minutes, I really never thought that what happened to me was wrong. It was very wrong in fact. To be truthfully honest what happened is immoral, socially unacceptable and I'm sure at least a handful of other things deemed as deplorable!" "Wowwww, this is deep and I'm not trying to sound funny either. What the heck went on with you that you discovered as immorally wrong and other things?" Staring out the passenger side window, Gary sought guidance and insight into what he wanted to say. "Mom and you, I was told, have hand sexual relations. Is that true Juliana? Did you and mom have sex with each other? I mean it is sick. It is immoral don't you think?" She was stunned and hesitated while gulping as she looked for words to respond. "Gary, mom and I understand the needs of women. Mom and I connect because we are so alike and since I know what a woman enjoys and she knew I was having some difficult times with issues, she came to my rescue and helped me with them. What happened between us physically was an accident, but it was an enjoyable experience even if it was an accident. Mom is a very, very loving woman. She loves me a lot. But Gary, she loves you too and absolutely adores you because you have such loving emotional characteristics." "What went on Gary that is making you need tell me these things?" "Juliana, and he paused, I've had some dreams for a long time. I've had several dreams that reoccur and they aren't normal ones. Juliana, these are wet dreams about mom. They aren't normal wet dreams either Juliana. The dreams I've had were so big that my sheets and boxers or underwear would be soaked with ummm well all over. Have you ever had dreams like that?" Juliana pulled into a side street. She stopped in a parking lot that was uninhabited. She left her Tracker running. She turned off the music. She turned to look at Gary. She stared at him for a couple of seconds. "Wow yeah so have I too Gary. Honestly I have and I didn't know what to do about it. I've wanted to say something about it to you but I was afraid. Anyways, I'd have these massive orgasms as if I masturbated in my sleep Gary and I'd orgasm and scream out in the middle of the night. Mom would come running in and she discovered that I had them." Gary was floored by what she was telling him. "Mom told me one night after having them that she used to have the same things and it was a phenomenon that occurred in one of five hundred thousand people. She said her doctor told her that years ago and it is hereditary. That is why you have them too. But it makes you special Gary. They make you a stud, just like it makes me special and a sexy woman too. I think I'm so sexy due to it that I can get a guy any time I want." "So why are you having sex with mom then?" "Because Gary, mom is a helluva lover. She is an awesome sex partner. Yeah it may seem deplorable and it is immoral in almost everyway, but I bet if you had sex with mom, she'd fuck your brains out. There isn't any woman our age or older that could fuck like mom fucks. Mom is a one helluva a lover and she will always make you feel as if you are a real man Gary. There isn't anyone that can make you feel like a real man the way mom could do that. Dad isn't dad because he grew up and had us. Dad is a real man because of mom and her genetic libido!" "I love having sex with mom. I crave having sex with her. Now here is a kicker for you Gary. I've wanted to tell you something and it's going to blow your mind. I've already told mom and it blew her away at first but she understood too. I've wanted to have sex with you. I've wanted to feel you. I've wanted to make love with you. I've wanted you to make love with me. I've always wanted to feel what your cock is like and how it would taste in my mouth." "Are you fucking crazy Juliana? Are you serious?" "Yeah I am serious honey. I want you Gary. I know it sounds absolutely crazy as if I should be in a mad house or a loony bin, but I like you. I like you as a sister, but I like you for more then that. I think you have many sexy qualities too and I desire you intimately. I want to have sex and I want you to give me an orgasm. I know mom wants it from you too. She craves your cock in her and so do I." Gary's cock got hard from all that information and unloading of emotions and feelings. He never realized he could ever become horny hearing something like that from a sister. This was a completely new experience. His cock got very hard and Juliana expected it would. "Listen Gary when mom and I sat down and talked about all this you'd never believe how wet I got or how horny I was but she made it all go away by having sex with me. Now she and I have sex all the time." "Juliana, when can you and I lay down and uhhhh I don't know, do something like that? Umm, is that what you want me to ask? Is it okay to think or presume I can lay down with you and maybe have sex with you?" "Yeahhhh for sure Gary. Are you hard right now? May I feel you if you are?" "Oh shit please no, don't I'm not sure I want you to ohhh don't touch me please Juliana. At least don't touch me here out in the open." "Why not, we are out far enough and away from anything. No cop or anyone is going to come around. Let me feel you. I'm gonna tell you something. I don't have sex that often. Most of the sex I've had has been with mom. I had sex with one guy but he blew early on me and was a loser. There was another guy, but he was a disappointment too." "No Juliana", as his head went down and he acted despondent, "please don't do it" even though he did want it felt, "I, well uhhh, something happened." She asked what. He didn't want to tell her because he was ashamed. She asked again. "I was in mom's room and we were naked. Mom and I were stretched out on her bed and playing too. Mom made me feel awesome Juliana. Mom wanted to suck me off and she did. Mom let me play with her body which was awesome too. Mom wanted me to oil up her boobs. That's when things got out of hand." "How did they get out of hand?" "I became so horny Juliana that somehow I felt as if she wanted me to have intercourse with her but at the same time I felt as though she wanted me to slide my penis, my hard dick up and down between her boobs. Oh man Juliana did I get hornier then horny. I mean I was so freakin horny that I accidentally lost control and cummed all over her and the sheets." "Man he started to say as he began to cry in front of Juliana and confessed everything, she was pissed off. She was upset and didn't want me around. I could see it in her face. I cummed prematurely and I did it all over her and her bed." "Awwww Gary, Gary I feel so bad for you" as her hand subtly crept onto his lap and settled in between his thighs and slyly assaulted his cock. Juliana craved feeling his cock. She wanted to munch on it. She had an oral fixation that took over. Her mind kept saying to her, 'I need it, I need it badly'. "Ooooh Gary it's hard, so solid and sleek and long. It's so nice and firm Gary, wow. May I please?" She begged Gary for a view and a better feel of it. Gary for the first time in a while smiled and unzipped his pants. He dug in and she watched him dig in and she got horny just watching Gary go inside to grab his own cock and sling it out so he could hand it off to his sister. She held it. She didn't just hold it for a while; she began succumbing to her inner desire to squeeze a cock. She liked the idea she was doing it to her brothers cock too. To shuffle her palm, which was around it, up and down and up and down, continuously was a fantasy come true. Her eyes closed and a loud sigh escaped her mouth and she said, "Ohhh Gary, Gary, ohhh my god Gary it's a great cock. You do have an almighty cock Gary. I am in love with my brother's cock", she screamed out in a fanatical joyous tone. That excited the hell out of him and he wanted to see his sister suck on it. He grabbed her head so quickly she never expected it and he pulled it right over his cock. "Suck it off Juliana! Make me cum in your mouth okay, please and then I'll let up on your head!" He controlled her movements as she went up and down and she'd try to adjust the way she sat in her seat. Finally she got away, twisted around, slipped off her top so her own tits were there for his viewing pleasure. He looked around and noticed a path to some wooded area. He said "Let's go in there." Gary and Juliana hopped out with his cock open to the fresh air as well as her being topless and the two of them ran to the covered area in the woods. He undid his shirt and pants and she undid her bra but started sucking him off so hard he cummed in her mouth and made her swallow. Gagging she looked up and smiled and anything that dripped on the sides, he scooped up with his own fingers and had her lick it up. Juliana licked off his fingers with delight. "That was awesome Gary. You are awesome Gary. Now eat me out okay. Please return the favor and eat me out." "Okay" and just like that he went down on his sister and muffed her. He dug deep and then asked where her clitoris was exactly. She led him to it eventually and when he landed his tongue on it, she screamed in excited delight. Her body jolted and quivered. Her ass and legs bounced. He wouldn't let up on her clit and kept at it giving her what he felt was owed to his sister. She deserved so much and he tried to give her that. "Oh fucking god Gary, oh my fucking god give it to me! Yes Gary, yeah. Oh you give great tongue baby, yes you do! Yes you do!" She moaned, groaned, and screamed in thankful responses. Gary was so pleased he made someone, his sister especially, happier then two hedgehogs in mating season. "That's good huh sis? I'm good huh sis? Yeah sis, I'm that good huh?" "Oh yes you are good. Now next time I wanna be fucked by you. I bet mom wants that too. Lucky me over her, huh" and Juliana giggled and giggled. Homesick Ch. 04 Lying in the woods with his sister Juliana, Gary stared into her eyes as if she was his lovebird. His hand ran through her hair. Her fingers skipped along his cheeks and chest. This wasn't normal but hereditary traits being what they are in this family's case didn't seem abnormal at all to them. Sex between these family members wasn't unusual and to most members of this clan, it was as normal as brushing their teeth daily. A certain abnormal secretion in the brain resulted in lustful cravings amongst siblings and other family members. After awhile, it all appeared ordinary. Unfortunately, Juliana wouldn't get her fill she desired. She wanted sex day after day with Gary or her mom. Gary wanted to have sex all the time with his mom. He wanted to fuck her or have sex with her in every way imaginable and prove how much of a real man he was to his mom. "Juliana has anyone ever told you that you have nice boobs?" She giggled and giggled. "Well have they Juliana?" Looking down as if she was embarrassed by his question, he lifted her chin as if he was her boyfriend, or even a dad might do to their daughter. He did it only in a loving way. He asked softly again. She looked into his eyes and said yes humbly. "Who told you, he asked. Was it mom?" She told him no. "Who told you Juliana, who told you that?" She felt ashamed at that point. She was ashamed because the person who told her shouldn't have been the person you'd expect to say anything like that. However he suspected she carried the same gene that their mom carried and so he went out on a limb and took a chance when he saw her one day by accident after her getting out of the shower. He saw his daughters figure. He saw how nice and lean and shapely it was. He saw her beautiful sexy curves. He saw what boys might consider her desirable full breasts. He saw that flat tummy that enhanced the appearance of her wholesome boobs. So their dad went out on a limb and told her one day just after she had dried off, skipped across the hallway not realizing he was there and getting caught in his line of sight. Their dad saw her completely naked. He saw almost every ounce on her young maturing figure. She wasn't disturbed because these things happen she was told by their mom. However, she preferred to ignore that it happened and she preferred that he didn't say anything either. At the time, she was a normal young woman with normal young womanly desires who already discovered her maturing body. She was at a stage where she wanted the whole world to know all about her wholesome body and inner desires. She took over 50 pics but waited to put them on the web. Juliana saved them in a secret folder waiting for the perfect time. Answering Gary's question she said, "Daddy did Gary. He walked up to my bedroom door and I quickly put on a robe to cover up 'cause I knew he saw me but he knocked and I answered asking him to hold on." "Well what happened, did he wait?" "Noooo, said the naked Juliana while they still lay in the woods. He opened up the door anyways. He smiled at me. Then he said 'I am sorry what happened honey. I didn't mean to see you like that but it is amazing how you really have grown up dear'. I looked down because I was worried he might be getting a little weird on me. First off, I mean, he's daddy, right? Also, he's like way too old, right? And like, we just don't have anything in common, I mean like I said he's d-a-a-a-d-d-y." "I didn't want to get into a conversation with him about me or my body. I thought that is what he was trying to do Gary. But he did. Daddy walked up, looked at me with his puppy dog eyes and a parental loving look, and smiled at me. He put his hands on my shoulders Gary and said, 'my, my, you are getting all grown up. My little girl has sure grown up, haven't you?' But do you have any idea what daddy did? Do you Gary? Daddy took his hands off my shoulders and daddy took my robe and he opened it up." "No fucking shit Juliana? Dad did that to you? When did he do that? God what a jerk! What an asshole!" "Last year she said, that's when it happened. I was embarrassed. I wasn't sure what to think. It was before mom and I began to do things. It was before I told mom. But I already had taken care of daddy. While he was holding open my robe and smiling as he looked at me naked, I initially felt like this wasn't right. But something snapped in me Gary. The part of us came out that is a hereditary trait. I somehow spoke up and said something that floored him." "What Juliana, what did you say to him?" I said something like and I'm not sure exactly how I said it but I think I said 'Daddy, in a question like form, so you like my titties huh? Would you like to uhhhh, look at my pussy too daddy? Would ya huh? I'll take off my robe if you take off your clothes and let me give ya a blow job' and when I said that to him Gary, he got disgusted and got a look that said, 'Like what the fuck is wrong with my little girl' type of expression. He had this sickly look on him and turned around and walked out. He has never ever done anything remotely like it again. I guess figuratively speaking I had him by the balls." Gary broke out in laughter entertained by Juliana's story. He was completely amused. "Geez girl, I sure wish I was there. I would have taken you up on your offer. But I guess this is sweet redemption for missing that. All good things come to those who wait, huh?" "That's true Gary. Just like threatening to take hold of his cock, being with you now is sweet!" She pushed him on his back and played with her boobs. He watched her entertain him but what he wanted was to lick his cock. He was spent from prematurely ejaculating when with his mom earlier so he never expected it would happen again. Nevertheless, she went down on Gary and could taste his cum left over earlier with their mom. "Awww Juliana, you always come through and make me feel better. How can I ever repay you? How could I?" While going down and licking the tip of his limp cock, she'd look up and told him that they may never ever be able to completely repay one another, but she said if he's always willing to try then she is too. Then she swallowed his limpness in whole and sucked on it inside her mouth. Feeling the soft coiling lumber inside her mouth, Juliana felt like rubbing his inner thighs. Gary let her massage them. Juliana murmured affectionate sounds as she sucked on his weak cock and caressed his thighs. Gary emitted approving thoughts and felt his sisters' breasts while she did him While she sucked on his cock, even though it wasn't hard, she was thrilled to do so knowing it was her brother's hardware. A couple hours passed and knowing their relationship sprouted intimately, they decided to go home. Standing up, they kissed like friends but a feeling between them resulted as if they were curious lovers also. Gary and Juliana didn't have opportunities like with mom however Gary and his mom had incredible, exciting, and wall shattering sex with her which he would always remember fondly. Eventually Gary grew up and decided he was ready for college despite wet dreams and regardless he wouldn't be around his mom, or his sexy older sister Juliana. He knew he would be deprived of mom and Juliana however, somehow he would get by because there sure was enough porn on the web or use of his hands that he could get a fill of sexual satisfaction if need be. He also thought, maybe a girl might like him too. "Hi mommy, hi Juliana" Gary said in a lively tone. Juliana and her mom slept together and Gary knew it but he didn't mind. "Guess what ladies", he chirped as he walked up to each and squeezing their asses, "boy are those nice and bouncy today. Did you two have lots of fun last night?" The two laughed at Gary and his sense of humor. They both knew something was up. "Okay darling, said Gary's mom what's up? Are you excited about something? Winking at him, as Juliana looked on, their mom said "By the looks of it you don't look that excited." She laughed as Gary snickered and Juliana smiled at her remark. Their mom didn't know that Gary told Juliana he was having sexual relations with his own mom. Obviously from that remark, she was trying to let the cat out of the bag. "Mom, said Juliana as she winked at each individually, I already knew that you two have something special between ya. I'm really excited too, hehehe." "Then maybe we all should just go upstairs and see just how excited Gary is; what does everyone think? I'm game if you two are." Their mom always tried to keep it light hearted. They knew it and that never bothered them. "I'm hungry, said Gary in response to his mom's remark. I could eat anything." Juliana agreed and their mom ran with that also. "That gives me a wonderful idea. I have this great meal to offer but it's upstairs. Is anyone game?" "Ohhhh mom, forget about breakfast, I think it's a great idea and it's free too." All three loved what each was referring to but Juliana turned down the offer. She was hungry for real food and so was Gary. Once again their mom was denied another pleasurable moment with her kids. Her pussy sweat with the hunger of an orgasm and her nipples grew with desire wishing, hoping, and craving the closeness she didn't get enough of from her daughter and son. "Maybe after breakfast you two? Maybe we can head upstairs and all get in my shower and we can clean up?" That made Juliana horny and as Gary thought about it, he got hard. They made toast and drank orange juice and sat at the table talking about everything except what Gary originally wanted to tell them. Gary shifted in his seat. Gary had a hard on. Neither his sister nor his mom had bras on and he could see their tits. Seeing the tits aroused Gary more. Both sets of tits lay naturally. Juliana's were perkier then his moms, but both offered opportunities. Hidden behind button down pj's, he was like a ferocious tiger in a jungle waiting to pounce on them. With breakfast over, he offered to clear the table. His mom and sister sat back. It seemed as though sex was a permanent fixture on their mom's mind, but it floated on all of their minds. Gary didn't want a three way with his sister at that point. "Okay Gary, you wanted to tell us something exciting, so what is it honey" asked his mom. "Ohhh yeah you two aren't going to believe this. It is incredible. I haven't said anything because I wasn't sure, but I found a school I feel really fits me well; I mean this place fits me perfectly." They sat stunned at the announcement. Neither wanted their trophy to leave. He was a good lover. He was an energetic and sensitive lover. He was an emotionally great fuck and Juliana for sure didn't want him to leave. She knew she would lose her brother, friend, and sex partner. Gary's mom didn't want him to go but knew it was for the best. She wouldn't have cock available when she desired it. She knew there were a handful of guys around who would be willing. With her charismatic charm, they'd love to experience her most likely. Those people were either Gary's or Juliana's friends. For the time being, Gary was her top choice without question. Easily available and loveable, Gary loved to do everything with his mom in bed. She would hold on for as long as possible. Gary would offer himself for as long as possible too. She had so many personal and physical traits he was crazy about that he'd be at his mom's beckon call. Finally, he told them the school and contrary to what he expected both his mom and Juliana's eyes lit up. He didn't know why. It was in North Texas at a small school near Amarillo. It was a good business college with a solid liberal arts and communication undergrad program. "Do you know who lives in Amarillo" asked his mom. Do you sweetheart? I bet you don't have a clue. Aunt Kristy and Uncle Jack, along with 3 out of their 5 kids are still there. In fact I chatted with her online last week. I was actually going to call her tomorrow. Can I ask you something dear?" He said sure and asked what. "Would it be too much bother to visit them? I mean you remember Uncle Jack, right? You remember Aunt Kristy. She's 4 years younger then me. She has 5 kids. You certainly remember them don't ya? "Is that where they live" he asked surprisingly. He always liked his Aunt Kristy. She was fun. She was pretty. She was similar to his mom, but livelier and did more things. When she was in town and went out people who were still around always remembered her. She'd socialize with them and mostly they were men as he recalled. "Oh crap, that's so cool. Yeah I'd go see her, Uncle Jack, and especially my cousins. I'm sure they take me out everywhere when school wasn't a priority. Yeah that would be so cool mom. And heck, guess what she's gonna do? I betcha ya can't guess." She was concerned he was thinking her sister Kristy might be like her, but to her knowledge, Kristy didn't have that gene in her. Little did she know, Kristy did have it and she was that sort of woman and Kristy was damn proud of it too. One difference though was she never used it with her own offspring she only used it with her sisters, brothers or cousins. Gary said, "She'd fatten me up I bet with her Texas cookin'. I betcha she would." Then he was sad. Both looked at him. Both asked why he looked so sad. He looked at both as he stopped clearing the table and said "You two won't be around. I'm gonna miss both of you so much." "Awww as both swarmed around him, its okay honey. It is going to be alright" and they consoled Gary. Their hands rubbed him all over while he stood there. It wasn't his intention, but he let them console him in any way they saw fit. His two special lovers consoled him, caressed him, pampered him, and hugged him. His mom of course was getting lead time with him while Juliana unfortunately took a back seat but understood the kitchen wasn't the place to console her brother. Juliana wanted to make him feel better. As she did she felt like placing her hand on his limp cock, but the kitchen and the atmosphere weren't the spot for her to take advantage. Ironically, his mom consoled him enough so his feelings dissipated. He didn't feel as bad. Despite that she lost another chance to lay down with her loving son and have sex. Leaving the room she thought "Fuck, I did it again. How did I do that? Am I losing my touch? I wanted to suck off my boy's cock. How do I do that?" "I think mom's upset Gary. She walked out quietly and I think she wants to be alone with you" while holding his hand. I'm serious too. "I am very happy for you", said Juliana as she slid her hand over his crotch finally. "I hope it's a good school" as she began to grab his cock. He had a serious look on his face. Then he put his hand over her hand. "That does feel nice Juliana" he said. "Here, do this will you?" He took her hand and lifted it up and slipped it down the front of his shorts. She smiled gratefully when he did that and he smiled with her. Their hands were joined together down the front of his shorts; he loved how each hand sat in unison as her hand lay against his cock primarily and his over hers. "Now that's what I call nice" she said. You know what and maybe I shouldn't say this, but I am going to anyways, this is one sex-filled home isn't it?" Gary laughed and used his other arm pulling her in so he could hug her. She hugged back with her free arm. She squeezed his cock sending erogenous feelings through him. He craved her more. He wanted her to continue doing that as much as she liked. "If you like, feel free to walk with me keeping it down there. I'm down for it if you are." The two laughed as she took his one free arm and slid it down her pj's. Right away he found her pussy and toyed with it. Both could have stripped right there and fucked if it felt right. "Oh Gary I'm so happy for you. I am so happy. Come on let's get a shower together, okay?" He knew he wanted to and she knew he really couldn't because mom was 'calling' and he knew it would be best to go and be with his mom now and make her happy. He'd have another chance to spend an intimate period of time with Juliana before everything was too late as far as school was concerned. They kissed on the lips but surprisingly, she dropped to her knees and pulled down his shorts, sucking his cock and getting it hard. She sucked on it but then he pulled her off. "Fuck Juliana not now alright; please not right now" he said. Disappointed she let go of it as it slipped out of her mouth. She stood up and patted his dick, pulling up his shorts. "I want it you know just like you want me, okay?" This place, being the house, was crazy. There wasn't any two ways around it. The following week, after their mom spoke with her sister Kristy, Gary called Aunt Kristy to arrange a flight down. Gary was going to get a night on the town, with Kristy, Uncle Jack, and what available cousin's were around. Then the next night or so, Kristy and Uncle Jack would show him where the campus was and drive through it. Finally Kristy would give him the best tour he ever had in Texas, almost. He would be set up and never suspect that Kristy was almost like his mom only better. Soon enough Gary would have to prepare himself for an overwhelming Texas welcome. What he didn't prepare himself for was Aunt Kristy. She was a helluva woman, a helluva an aunt, a helluva tease, and a helluva sexual wonder. She was even better then mom. Juliana showered and dressed and before Gary hopped in himself, she stopped by his room, and they talked, hugging and touching once in a while. It was their usual lovable get together. She kissed him once more on his cheek and he said something to his sister about making love and she giggled as she left his room. Their mom stood just outside her doorway. "What's going on between you two?" Juliana didn't give her an answer and politely left. Juliana drove off and their mom turned on her shower. "Gary, she asked, can you come here sweetheart?" He said sure and walked into her bedroom. She stood changed in front of her son in a camisole as if he was having over a man she met at a nightclub. Trying to arouse the sexual sensitivities for a romantic interlude, she tried something different with Gary. His mom wasn't on the prowl but she was hot with desire. "Hi honey, do you like this?" He stared at her in her camisole. His eyes opened up wide. He didn't say a word. "Is that a yes honey? Would you like to inspect it closer? Mmmmm, I'd sure like to inspect you Gary. Yes, again, and again, mmmmm. I hope this is to your liking?" "God damn mom, umm that is freaking hott. I mean you look freakin hott and oh fuck mom, sexier then a playboy at the mansion. Damn, oh wow mom, what do you want me to do? Take it off and escort you to your shower?" "Oh baby yes, baby, ohhhh yes that is exactly what I want Gary. I want you to suck my tits. I want you to suck my pussy honey and then after you do that, guess what I want from you? I want that big fat juicy cock inside my cunt and I want you to, oh god Gary, I want you to slam me like we used to do it. Yes baby, fuck me anywhere you wanna fuck me. Please Gary, will you do it for me? Will you give me what I want, what I crave? Will you do me like that?" "Mom, he shouted, you're fucking incredible! You're fucking sexy mom. I could even fuck ya up your ass you turn me on so easily. The way you talk to me mom and everything you've helped me with maybe we should lock the house up and fuck every possible way there is. What do ya think about that, huh? What do ya think about that?" "Oh fuck Gary, oh my fucking god, yeah I'll let ya fuck me any way ya want. I want your big fax sexy cock. When you're done fucking me the first time, then go ahead and fuck me over again, okay. And do it anyway you want okay baby?" Homesick Ch. 04 Gary got so excited his dick went hard on him. He was beside himself and he couldn't get over how much he craved his mom. There she stood tits encased by a sexy looking camisole and in Gary's opinion she looked like a top fashion glamour model only more impressive then that. "Okay, as he walked towards her, stay there." He started kissing his mom's shoulders, then neck, and then her neck line. His mom moaned and cooed. Her head went back while her eyes closed and enjoyed Gary's subtle foreplay. He moved everywhere around her great physique. Kissing along the outside areas surrounding her breasts, she extended back her arms so he had full access to the uncovered areas. "Mmmmmmmm, sweetheart you do it just like a pro." "Hush mom, don't talk okay don't say a word. I want this to be my moment." She didn't understand as he moved about her body, slowly removing the lingerie off her shapely sexy figure. Not once did she say another word. She was captivated by him and how he made love to her and the emotion he poured into her. She wanted him badly. She wanted to suck his cock. She craved holding it. She was becoming hornier and hornier. Occasionally she would moan by accident only to be reminded by Gary. Gary lusted for her but this time it was different. He wouldn't just make love to her he abused the privilege of having sex with her. Undoing f the camisole, he kissed her breasts, and then her tummy. She wanted to touch her son here or there or somewhere as he continued his foreplay. He stopped her hand movements on him she made. She was obsessed with his body. She had to have him somehow. Gary's cock was hard. Gary was beginning to fall apart. Gary lusted for his mom however this time Gary kept repeating to himself, "I won't breakdown. I will not break. I will be strong" as he seduced his mom and broke down every possible sexual mechanism she may have had. She broke down and every lustful desire which held her together was dismantled by Gary. Meaning no harm, Gary wanted things a certain way that time. He wanted to have sex with his mom a way he envisioned a woman could be fucked, not only in her pussy but also up her ass using oil to lubricate her well and good. Finishing any foreplay he fantasized about in the past, she weakened and succumbed to his masterful art with his mom. He literally brought her to her knees. She wanted him. She lusted for his body. She craved his cock. She desired having his cock almost anywhere. She especially wanted his cock inside her warm dripping wet and vibrant cunt. But she didn't want his cock inside her soft safe ass. He wanted that. He wondered what it was like with his sexy mother. Her sexy tits hanging in front with her sexy nipples hard, he wanted those as well as her sexy ass. Gary wanted to fuck his own mother in her gorgeous ass. He didn't want to, he didn't only crave it, but Gary yearned for the moment he could shove his hardened cock into her warm dry and soft ass. How exciting is it thought for several days. He removed the remainder of her lingerie as she meekly smiled at him. He led her to the shower. Opening the doors, Gary put his arms around her just as they stepped inside. He pulled her so she would fall back against him. She felt his tug and his chest against her back, but it was his hands she cherished the most. They wrapped her up in a tight hug. She loved his confidence and his control. His arms encased her as if to say "your body is beautiful and desirable. It deserves all my attention. It is so sexy and awesome." Holding her flat stomach against him, his cock found her back side too. When she felt it finally, her head went back feeling the hard tip push deep into her back. Then he grabbed a hold of his cock and directing it down to the top of her butt crack. He slid it deeper into her crack. Initially she shrieked enjoying the feeling of his cock's tip pushing in her. She turned and smiled assuming he was being playful. Yes Gary was being playful however it was his intention to go even further and further until she was eventually on all fours and his cock was inside her sexy shapely and desirous ass. He wanted so much and he wanted everything right away. Even Gary knew he couldn't have it all at the same time, but that didn't stop him from craving all of her at one time. "Oooooohh Gary that's so cute how you're sliding it in there like" but he put his hand around his mom's mouth and pushed his mom inside and underneath the warm spray. With his hand off her mouth she started to ask him, "Why did you do" but he covered up her mouth and slid his other hand through the crack of her ass. She jumped forward not expecting his hand between her two cheeks. He did it again. She jumped again. She knew he didn't want her to talk. Finally he said something to his mom. "Play along okay mom, just play along and don't talk." She didn't and let her son take the lead while in the shower. With her standing in front, he reached for her shampoo. Pouring a bunched in his cupped hand, he lathered yup her breasts, which was his favorite thing to do. Twirling around her tits, he toyed with her nipples. Then he had an idea. He lathered up his cock and had it all moist and slicked up. He slid it through her butt cheeks. She gasped and tried reaching for his cock. He pushed her hands away. She tried again because she didn't feel right about him putting his cock inside her ass. She wanted to plead with Gary, he knew it, and he said something. "Don't you want me? Haven't you told me you love and crave my cock mom?" She wanted to answer him but stayed quiet. She shook her head yes. "Well here's another chance to have it mom but this time mom, I want you to have it differently. Isn't this cool mom, isn't it?" She shook her head no. "Haven't you ever done it this way" he asked but with less confidence that time in his voice. She shook her head yes. "Didn't you like it" he asked next. She hesitated and finally turned around and looked at him and pleaded with her eyes. He didn't know what she was trying to say but he assumed maybe she only wanted to be fucked like a real woman is normally fucked. "Just this once mom, please just this one time" he asked her. I think it would real exciting, isn't it?" Then she spoke up and said "Okay if you really crave it, if you really crave fucking me in my ass sweetheart, I'll let you, honey." She took some oil from her shower rack, layered his cock with it, and then she bent over. She reached around and handed the oil to him as he pushed it inwards and lathered up her ass. Then he inched the cock against the hole of her ass, further and further. As far as Gary was concerned, fucking a woman, especially this woman was the ultimate prize. She didn't think so but she sucked it up and let her son have his way for a spell. Slowly he slipped it inside. She screamed out in pain. "Ohhh ouuuuch, ouuuuch oh noooo, please that hurts Gary. But she stayed bent over and continued to let her son push inwards for a few minutes. He sensed her displeasure so he stopped right away. "Sorry mom, I just thought" and carefully stood her up and apologized a few more times. She told him it was okay but she never liked having a cock inside her like that. He said to her "I love your ass mom that's why I wanted to" but she cut him off telling him it is okay and thanked him for complimenting her ass. "It is a sexy ass mom and I will always believe that. I love being with you. You get me extremely horny mom and I mean horny to the max." She hugged him as they stood underneath the warm spray. She hugged him tight and he moaned feeling her breasts against him. She dropped to her knees and washed off his cock with some soap, rinsing it off thoroughly, and then grasped it putting her mouth over it. He shrieked in a gleeful and feminine like tone. Gary didn't behave like a typical male. The sensations he felt from her mouth sucking him vibrantly on his rigid cock sent shivers through him. He groaned and called her by her first name instead of mom. He always called her mom. She knew he was ready for her. "Mmmmmm, I like this a lot better Gary honey" she said looking up at her son. "This is what makes sex so great, other then having this in my wet and horny pussy which is ready and waiting for you, sucking you here in the shower is incredible." "I know you loved your cock in my ass Gary, but I'm sorry and I'll make that up to you. Your cock and this cunt and we have the makings of incredibly awesome sex, don't we?" "Oh fucking god mom, let's get out now and I'll lie on the bottom so you can fuck my brains out, how's that sound mom?" "Now you're talking honey, now you are talking. Oh I love you so much Gary, mmmmm" and she squeezed his cock. "Mmmmm, now that's the loveable part Gary. Your cock, my wet cunt, us laying in bed, my boobs hanging down, calling your out, and fucking like nothing else matters except us having great sex dear. That is what is so beautiful." "Oh yeah mom yeahhhh, are you gonna be on top so I can see your sexy tits? Oh god mom I love watching your tits knock around when we fuck. Your tits are incredible mom. I always dream about sucking your tits and your nipples too! Fuck you got the sexiest nipples, I think around. Quietly sitting down, she told her son to lie down. Gary looked warmly at the naked woman with her long hair, warm eyes, and her large maternal set of breasts gazing at back at him. He'd look at detailed features of his beautiful mom. As Gary looked further down her body he stopped dead in his tracks. He gazed at her voluptuous jewels. Her treasure was better then gold. Her priceless breasts he would take to bed with him almost every night, if he could. Then an idea came to him as she knelt over his body and her tits hung down over his face. "Mom, I know you know that I've told you countless of times that I think your boobs are the best. I know you've heard me say that." Gary's mom smiled and leaned down to kiss him, but before she did, her tits got in the way. "Oh yeah mom, more, more, that's so good mom keep doing that. I could do that my entire life mom." She loved hearing that and repeated laying her boobs in his face. He'd lick them and suck them. "Mmmmm, ooooohhh Gary, mmmmm yeahhhh, ooooohh yeah Gary that's good." She loved her tits being sucked, especially by Gary. "Mom, I have a favor to ask. Can we go have sex in my bedroom? Mom, can we 'because I think that would be so awesome to have sex with you in there." "Ohhh what a sexy idea Gary honey, you are growing up and becoming so more incredible then I expected. You are becoming a real man Gary. So masculine in many ways, of course I will have sex with you there. Yes, I think that is even sexier then here. It's a new and different place and new places are sometimes sexually more exciting. So let's go in there." Taking her by his hand, the two naked bodies walked to Gary's room. Unbeknownst to them, someone was outside in their car. That person came home early. That person wasn't expecting or aware of anything between Gary and his mom. Gary kissed his mom's breasts especially around her nipples. He went further down and kissed her soft flat stomach. "Mmmmmm, you are such a fine romantic Gary." Gary lay down and his mom sat over him. Her cunt was jacked up. She was jacked up. Gary was even more jacked up having the woman of his dreams, literally speaking, there in his bedroom sitting over him and about to fuck his brains out. "Oh my God Gary, I never thought I'd ever do this with you in your room baby. I think I'm twice as horny being here. This is so cool. This makes me that much more horny. You might not even realize it." "Oh I do, I do. I have had thousands of wet dreams about you mom in the middle of the night, so I know how exciting it really is having you in here. Oh god am I horny mom. I wanna fuck you so many times, you have no idea mom." With out saying another word, Gary's mom closed her eyes, dropped her head backwards, and lifted herself up over his cock. Placing it inside her glory hole, he moaned excitedly expecting every second to be an ultimate experience. For Gary, every second was an ultimate experience. Every tiny movement or every jostling and humping of each other was an erotic thrill while she hunched over her son's cock lifting and lowering herself while he pushed into her deep priceless pussy. Her expressions coupled with his, bound their emotional outbursts rapidly and progressed to a quick mutual orgasm. Seeing as she was in her son's room doubled the excitement she never believed existed. The atmosphere in the room brought undiscovered waves of erotic emotion. Multiply it with her healthy sexual appetite with her son or daughter, and figuring in that he was becoming better and extremely talented as a master at sex, Gary's mom orgasmed countless times in once short stretch. Shrieking, praising, or shouting triumphantly at Gary only made him feel more masculine. Gary cummed as if he was in a dream in the middle of the night. His wet dreams had come to life and were twice as powerful as before and she felt the gushing inside her that day. She couldn't believe the massive and volcanic feeling she felt which surpassed any previous exchange. The praises she shouted and her shrieks were confidence boosters. Gary was a man now, in his opinion and thanks to her he knew he was able to fuck anyone woman, any time. His mom dropped on top of her son. Exhausted from fucking each other, all either could hear were one of two things. Either they heard short quick breaths or ahhhs and ohhhh's as each began to recoup their strength. Neither could move and neither wanted to move. Gary felt awesome, even though drained from cumming so hard in her cunt and she was physically shattered herself from orgasming multiple times in a short period. Gary was the first to actually move and began walking up her back using his fingers as if she was his girlfriend. His mom lay on top and motionless feeling the fingers dance along her back caressing her daintily. With her head turned sideways and away from him, he lay trapped as she smiled happily at her son's majestic accomplishment. Still breathing heavily, sighing, or making soft sensuous noises, she continued to rest on top of her wonderful son. That soul who was out in the car on the phone finally got off the call and walked to the front door; just before that person got to the door shrieks and screaming were heard. Turning around to determine where those sounds came from since the person was outside he wasn't initially able to figure it out. First he thought someone was in trouble, but blew off that thought. Finally he realized those sounds. They were the sounds of lovers. Yes those were the sounds of lovers having crazed sex. Never realizing it ever could be his son in their own house, his wife's car was parked in their garage. Thinking she was away, he figured Gary took advantage of the situation and brought a girl home and one thing lead the next and hence he and some girl were getting it on in his bedroom. On the one hand he knew that shouldn't be going on in his own household on the other hand, he was 'damn proud of his son' for being a real man that day. Still he hadn't actually walked into his house. He was at the door with his hand on the doorknob. Slowly turning it to open the door, he could that close up, hear the shrieks of a woman profoundly praising his son Gary. "Way to go Gary, way to go" he thought. "What a man, but I hope you are wearing some protection son." Not realizing it could be his own wife, for he forgot about the one known hereditary gene she carried he never ever knew Gary was a carrier of the gene also, he opened the door, and stepped inside. The shrieks were so loud that anyone within a few houses, since the door was open for only a moment, could definitely have been heard. Ear shattering shouting, moaning, screaming praising Gary's sexual stamina and strength but finally the voices or in particular one voice stood out he refused to believe was that voice. It was his wife's voice. She was having sex with his only son and to say the very least happily praising him fucking her. Her shrieks and screams, well he never heard her be that animated with him and the fact that she was fucking their son was almost enough to make him get sick on the spot. On the other hand, she made him what he is today and that is a masterful sex partner himself. Regardless if his own daughter blew him off, he had Gary's dad had his own charm and easily could go out and pick up any woman within a few hours and have her in bed. Within thirty seconds he had left. As he walked out disgusted, Gary and his mom were finishing pounding away with one another. He was fuming mad. He would get over it and he would eventually get Gary off to college and away from their house. Little did he know or suspect that his wonderful daughter was also intimate with his wife. As soon as he pulled out and took off, Juliana had turned the corner and headed towards home. With the music on, she was in a happy playful mood. She was about to hook up with an old boyfriend who actually still liked her. She still had a thing for him and that put her in a great mood. Her mood and her attitude were so good that she might be playful too, if an opportunity presented itself, which it would and she'd goof around for the sake of goofing around. She pulled into the driveway. Gary's mom and he finally expended themselves. Gary's mom was resting on top of Gary while the two were trying to recoup their energy. If one was silent enough they might have heard the breathing at the bottom of the stairs. Juliana walked to the door singing some new hot tune she felt was perfect for her situation. As she opened the door, she didn't call out for anyone. She pulled off her shoes and danced quietly up the stairs. Since Gary and his mom lie naked with his door completely open, she would get a wonderful surprise to top off her day. Knowing she was going to hook up with her old boyfriend, she walked down the hall in a sprite manner. She had a gleaming smile on her. "Gary, she called out delightfully, howwww are you honey? What are you up to" she asked blindly. She didn't know mom lay naked on him. She had no clue. She wouldn't care. She was in a superb state of mind. "Gary, are you in there" she asked louder. Neither answered and neither moved a muscle at first. There wasn't any reason not to move or answer but if they did Juliana would know. Did it matter? Gary and Juliana's mom wasn't sure. Neither was sure if they should even whisper anything to each other. But Gary said something anyways because he remembered what Juliana once said about the three of them snuggling with each other sometime. So Gary looked at his mom and winked as he smiled and answered his sister. "Hey Juliana, come in here okay, it's cool and oh by the way do me a favor, get naked too" and he looked at his mom and quietly snickered. She didn't know what he was up to but played along. Juliana came in stark naked and as beautiful as a princess might look. Gary's eyes feasted on her figure. It was almost as if he was seeing twins. First there was mom's body and then a younger version of his mom's gorgeous beauty. "Oh god you're sexy girl" he said gazing at her. She showed one advantage to their mom's frame and the curvy lines descending upon her hips were sexier and smoother then moms. Regardless their mom easily held her own in that department. Gary's mom felt something underneath her. Gary was aroused again. She looked at his face and saw a smile. Under her breath she said, "She does turn you on doesn't she?" "Oooooooohhh I'm jealous, said Juliana. You two had sex without me. I am so jealous, she added. Hold on I'm going to get a couple of things." Homesick Ch. 04 "Ohhh, no toys but feel free to lay down here with us. You, Gary, and I altogether would be absolutely awesome honey. It would be sweet and exciting, mmmmmmm." Juliana agreed but went and retrieved two cameras. One was for a few pics and the other was to put on her tripod and tape everything. "Smile nicely, she said. That's good don't you two look so cute lying together. Mommy, let me see those beautiful boobs okay?" Juliana started giggling, taking all kinds of pics of her mom and brother in his bed. "Oh god you two, this is getting me a little horny." "Who goes first asked their mom and why are you in such a delightful mood, what happened today honey?" "You aren't gonna believe what happened as she slid in against her mom and brother. Caressing both of them while the camera taped everything, she went on to explain what happened, "and that's why I am in a wonderful mood. I am in a great mood and I need to have some fun. I want lots of it. But I bet you two are exhausted from the looks of it. Mom your hair needs washing and curling soon." "Ohh it doesn't matter dear, laying here with you two makes my day." Gary lay motionless as his mom and sister toyed with each other. He looked on while his mom played with his sister's tits. Her nipples hardened up. Seeing them hard, he finally craved licking them. "What's wrong Gary, Juliana asked him. Is something bothering you?" He shook his head no and watched them. His mom slid off to his side. Juliana scooted up next to him. Right away she caressed Gary's chest and slid down to toy with his limp cock. Bravely in front of their mom she asked Gary, "Mind if I lick it?" She looked at their mom and smiled. Her lay there as if it wasn't a problem whatsoever. "Go ahead Gary dear, I'd love to see her do that with you. It's alright honey. That might be a big turn on for me too watching you two." Everything was recorded on Juliana's digital camera. Juliana shifted herself and placed herself over his limp spent cock. Tasting their mom's juice on his cock, she licked that off and sucked and sucked. Holding his cock with her fingers, she licked it all over. Doing oral on her brother was the ultimate thrill. Doing him the way she did made her feel more fulfilled. She finally swallowed his cock whole. She sucked on it like she did once before, holding it while giving it a tongue bath inside her mouth. "Wow, Juliana, do you know what, I wish I had a cock so you would do that to me even. I'm the one who's jealous watching you do that for Gary. How is that Gary? Isn't she an incredible sister? Is she talented or what honey?" "Mom she is as good as I thought she was. I always wondered what it would be like to get a blow job from her. Yeah Juliana that does feel awesome girl, it really, really does." As soon as he said that, Gary got hard. He was extremely turned on. He was so turned on that Juliana had to remove it fast or she would gag or choke on it. Juliana sucked him off for a while. Turned sideways, Gary played with her boobs at the same time. She handled his cock and their mom lay idly by either caressing her own tits or fingering her own pussy watching her kids. Overall it was a family affair. Then by coincidence, Gary sang out "It's a Family Affair, it's a family affair. It's a family affair" and so on until his mom and sister laughed and told him to shut up. Juliana wanted to be licked out and asked him. Without skipping a beat he agreed. All that time everything was being recorded. Situating himself Juliana spread her legs out. Gary looked at her and his mom and said, "This is awesome; am I the luckiest guy in the world or what?" "Their mom chirped up and added "Gary, Juliana we're all lucky to have as close a knit family as we do." Gary started licking his sister out. She began to moan more frequently which meant she was hornier then ever. She moved more rapidly as he licked her. Gary's dick eventually was very hard so his mom inched underneath and began lightly stroking as he licked his sister's twat. She squirmed more and more. He did too as each were becoming restless. She felt her orgasm coming on. He loved doing her but stopped only for a second to say "This is fucking incredible eating you out Juliana. I mean to be able to go down on you like this and give you oral, well it's a once in a lifetime thing." Promptly he shoved his head back between her fine sexy thighs and licked her out clean. She moaned and screamed in ecstasy. He got harder when she screamed in joyous praise. Their mom was hornier again too. She continued to jack off Gary's cock and finally crammed her head underneath his raised body and got her mouth on it. With Gary on all fours and licking his sister out, his mom sucked him off masterfully. Juliana about to orgasm he figured and he was so close to ejaculating himself, he pulled his cock out of his mom's mouth, shoving it in her orgasmic cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhh fucking yesss, she shrieked. Yes, Gary that's it, ohh yeahh that is so wild. Yeah, keep it stuck down deep baby. Yes Gary, yes." They were all thrilled, even their mom. Deciding to have intercourse at the very last moment with his sister and the fact she loved every second of his cock in her, he kept calling out to her telling her she was incredible. "I'm ready, she tried to screaming, I'm so ready if, oh if you, ohh cum inside me Gary! Do it, do it now, cum Gary" she shouted in desperation. "Go ahead he screamed, go ahead girl; that's right orgasm when you want. I'm ready, I'm so ready girl!" Both orgasmed as mom lay on the side fingering herself again into her own orgasm. She moaned as if it was a distant one but would be heard later when they lay watching the recorded video. Everything that afternoon was perfect as all three snuggled. Their mom offered repeated words of loving encouragement. She wanted to make sure these two never lost touch regardless and if they did get opportunities like this even better. Finally they all split up after a while together. Later that night all three sat around discussing Gary's immediate future regarding college. Then she asked about a stand-in son he might know of. Juliana laughed, but it threw him for a loop because he didn't want to share mom with anyone other then Juliana. Despite everything, their mom really wanted to meet some young guys like Gary or even Juliana's friends that might 'need help' with personal situations often. Finally Gary came to understand what she desired and gave his mom a list of 20 some guys who were friends. They might need 'help' with personal matters some day soon. Gary and his sister and mother had one more night together as they reminisced. Then Gary's mom and dad drove Gary down to the college in Texas where he had a million opportunities to get to know his aunt, uncle, and cousins very well. Aunt Kristy was even more thrilled even though she knew nothing of Gary's adventures with his mom. Homesick For Mom Student gets back to home cooking and more. Eric had been away at school since September except for a few days at a time during holidays and spring break. His first year of college was over and he was looking forward to spending the summer at home. Susan Anderson was happy at the prospect of her only son being home for more than just a few days. It had been just her and Eric for the last three years since her husband John was killed in a snowmobile accident. When Eric left for school, she felt abandoned in their large house. She had plenty of friends but in the evenings and early morning hours she felt totally alone and longed for another person to talk to or just share a meal with. John's life insurance had paid everything off and left her enough to be comfortable and not have to work. The last job she had was selling popcorn and candy at the local theater when she was in high school. There was also a college fund for Eric so that wasn't a worry. Eric thought to himself as he made the five hour drive home how glad he was to be going home for a while. Before school started he couldn't wait to leave his home town and be on his own, but soon after he realized how much he missed his mother, her soothing smile, home cooking and all the little things she did for him. He didn't want a maid he missed her as a friend too. They had become very close since his dad had been taken away, closer than most mothers and sons. Eric pulled his old Mazda into the driveway and jumped out, only to be nearly tackled by his mother. She was only a few inches shorter than his 6"2 and had a statuesque figure owing to their shared Nordic blood line. Sue had heard his old beater coming half way down the block. It was old and needed a muffler but Eric liked it and it ran good, besides his father had bought it for him on his sixteenth birthday so it was a link back to him. Eric picked her up in a hug, "Hi Mom how have you been, you look great." "Put me down and I'll tell you. You look pretty great yourself. I've missed you Eric, I'm glad this is more than just a few days like last time." She felt secure in his arms. "I missed you too Mom." Sue dragged him into the house by the hand, beaming with joy at having the love of her life back home. "I made you a welcome home treat. Come into the kitchen." Eric could smell the treat as soon as he stepped through the door. "Oh boy, fresh baked cinnamon roles. You didn't have to do that Mom, but I'm glad you did." "Anything for my baby boy, I don't want you to starve. You might not stick around if I don't feed you. Come sit down and eat, I bet you're hungry after that long drive." Once they got Eric settled in they spent the evening chatting and watching TV. It was good to have someone with her in the evening again. Sue felt whole for the first time in a long while. Eric slept late and finally got up about 10:00. "Good morning sleepy head, I thought you were going to sleep the day away. Ready for some breakfast? I've got eggs, bacon and hash browns, or would you rather have pancakes or both if you like." Sue loved to cook for her son. "Just bacon and eggs thanks, but no potatoes, I don't want to get fat." "Fat. I don't think you have to worry about that, you're anything but fat son." After breakfast Eric left to see if he could hook up with some of his high school buddy's and spent the rest of the day chumming around with them. About 6 Pm he came home for supper, and spent the rest of the night with his mother, since he didn't have a steady girl friend at the time That was pretty much the schedule for the next week or so. One evening while they were watching an old movie, Eric said, "Hey Mom is it ok if I have a couple of the guys over for a pool party and do some burgers or something, tomorrow afternoon?" "Sure son, you know your friends are always welcome here, but you probably have to clean the pool and the patio up before they get here, there are a few leaves in it. I'll fix some potato salad for you. You can have beer as long as no one is under 19, and if anyone gets too tipsy they will have to have someone pick them up or stay the night." "No problem Mom, I'll clean it in the morning, and don't worry, nobody's going to get drunk. We just want to swim and chill-out, maybe get some girls to come over if that's ok?" "I was wondering when you were going to start seeing the girls. That's fine, but remember, no beer under 19." The next morning Sue busied herself in the kitchen making the potato salad and other trimmings for the cookout. As she stood at the sink, looking out the window into the back yard, she was filled with pride at what a handsome young man her son had grown into. She didn't remember him resembling his father this much. A year away at school had transformed him from a gangly kid into a near carbon copy of his dad. Sue found her mind drifting into the past and longing for her husband as she gazed out the window at her son, cleaning around the pool, shirtless in a pair of cutoffs. All too soon she was pulled from her reverie by a pot of potatoes boiling over on the stove. Eric had everything ready and his friends stated drifting in around 2:30. "Mom, can you just show the rest of the guys to the back as they get here, I don't want to keep tracking water thru the house? Four of Eric's best friends had showed up, three of them with their girlfriends. "Eric, its four o-clock you better fire up the grill. I've got everything else ready." Sue watched out the window as the teens played in and around the pool and felt the stirring of need deep in her inner core. She wished she was one of those girls being hugged and held by a pair of strong young arms. When Eric pulled himself out of the pool to light the grill, Sue felt a shiver run thru her as she watched the water cascade down his torso and over his Speedo suit to his legs. For the first time she realized how grown he was, looking at the sizable bulge in the front of his suit. She slapped herself mentally for thinking about what her son would look like naked. "Mom, why don't you come out and join us? No need in you staying cooped up in the house on a day like this." "That's okay son, I'd feel out of place with all you youngsters." Don't be silly Mom, you act like your old or something, come on, the water's great and you don't have anything else to do, everything's done. Sue thought it over for a minute and decided to enjoy the day with her son. "Maybe after we eat, I'll take a swim." She went to her room and put on her bikini, she had other one piece suits but decided on the bikini because it made her feel a little younger; the girls were all wearing them so she would fit in better. She looked herself over in the mirror and was pleased that she didn't sag or bulge anywhere, all those trips to the gym paid off. On closer inspection she noticed a little pubic hair sticking out on the sides of her suit. "Better take care of that." she said to herself, and stepped into the master bath. She sat on the commode lid with scissors and razor and started trimming. After four attempts at getting both sides even she gave up and just shaved every thing from her belly button to the crack of her ass. When Sue stepped onto the patio with a plate full of burger patties and hot dogs, she was greeted with wolf whistles from the boys. Her self esteem jumped up a few notches. "Wow Mom, you look hot." She did look good, even compared to the young girls there. Her slender mature figure, contrasted the girl's robust forms still with a little baby fat, kinda like a nice bottle of wine next to a bottle of beer. She was very aware that the boys were eyeing her, even the ones that brought their girlfriends, when the girls weren't looking. After eating they all went for a swim, and when Sue got out of the pool it seamed that the boys were staring even more. When she went inside to use the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror and found out why. Her wet suit was clinging to her like a second skin, showing the lips of her womanhood fairly clearly with no pubic hair to act as a buffer, and her nipples were prominently showing through the thin top. It excited her to realize she was turning the boys on but slipped into a pair of shorts and blouse as discretion demanded. Over the next couple of days, Sue couldn't get the image of her son out of her mind. She would picture him naked diving off a cliff or swinging thru the trees by a vine, like Tarzan. When she lay in bed at night trying to go to sleep, she fantasized about him coming into her room from the shower with just a towel around his waist, and then she would drift into sleep and dream of Eric lying with her as they explored each other from head to toe. After much self examination and soul searching, she finally made the conscious decision to seduce her son and fulfill the desire burning within her. From a few comments she had over heard between Eric and his best friend, Ken, she was sure that he would be willing to make her dreams a reality. The next Monday was June 17th, Eric's birthday. Sue made Eric a big breakfast and sent him off to meet a couple of friends at the mall. "Be back by one, I've got a surprise for you." His mom always made a big deal out of his birthday so he was sure it would be something nice. She had planed today months in advance, buying him a 05 Mustang convertible and storing in her friends garage. As soon as Eric was gone she drove to her friend's house and then drove the mustang home, pulling into their garage and closing the automatic door. Eric parked in the driveway and bounded into the living room. "I'm home Mom. She came in and handed him a card. Eric opened the card expecting some hint to his birthday present but finding just a simple birthday card. "Okay Mom, where's my surprise?" "It's out in the garage sweetie, come on, I'll show you." They walked out to the driveway and Sue stopped beside Eric's car. "I bought you something for your car." He had mentioned that he wanted a new sound system for his car and figured that he was about to get his wish. "Okay, close your eyes and don't open them till I tell you." Eric closed his eyes and heard the garage door opening. When it stopped and his mom told him to open his eyes he found himself staring at the grill of a bright red Mustang with the top down and his mother dangling a set of keys from her finger. "Wow Mom how did you do this? It's too much, you really shouldn't have spent that much for a birthday present." "Don't worry Eric; I sold some of those stocks your grandfather left me years ago. Your father has provided for me very well so I can afford it. Now, why don't you take your old mom out for a spin?" Sue had planed the car months in advance but had only planed the ride since the day of the pool party. She had worn a thin summer dress that buttoned down the front with no bra and the sheerest pair of panties she owned. Eric moved his old car to the street and by the time he returned Sue was sitting in the bucket seat waiting for him. She had been thinking about her son almost nonstop since the pool party and finally decided to seduce him. Once they were out of town on a winding back road she unbuttoned the bottom three buttons along with the top two of her dress and waited for the swirling wind to do the rest. Eric was finding it increasingly hard to drive as he glanced over to see her dress open and expose most of her right breast or the hem blow up and give him a glimpse of her see-thru panties. When Sue noticed the tented front of his pants, she said,"Why don't you pull off at that little clearing up there and we can get out and enjoy the view." Eric was enjoying the view just fine anyway but pulled over as she asked. When they stopped he got out trying to adjust his hard on while his back was to his mother. Then she said, "aren't you going to open the door for a lady?' As he opened the door, Sue threw her legs out of the door slightly parted and slid forward on the seat, pushing her dress up and exposing her panty clad pussy fully to her son. She didn't move except to hold out her hand to him to help her out of the car. Eric stood frozen for a few seconds looking at his mothers shaved mound, clearly visible thru the almost nonexistent panties. Finally her reached out and helped her up. As she rose, her hand lightly grazed his hardened manhood. "My, My. It looks like I gave you two big presents today, do you mind if I take this one out for a test drive?" Eric could only stand there speechless as his mother opened her dress the rest of the way showing him all of her charms before kneeling and undoing his pants ,letting them fall around his ankles. She wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft and brought it to her lips, smothering the head with tender kisses, before slowly sliding her lips over the head and tickling the rim of his cock with her tongue. Sue could feel every vein and ripple of his cock as she worked him as deep as she could into her mouth. She reveled in the musty smell of his manhood and could count his heart beats as he pulsed in her wanton mouth. "Oh yea Mom, suck me, suck my cock, it feels so good. Soon he felt his orgasm building in his balls and working up to the head of his dick. "Stop Mom, I'm going to cum." But Sue just increased the suction and speed of her attack. Eric was dumbfounded as he watched his mother swallow with every spurt of his cock, smiling around his shaft, her eyes locked on his as she pumped him into her mouth with her lips tightly holding the head and her tongue flicking over the tip. When his softening cock slipped out of her mouth she asked "Do you want something to eat too?" She sat crossways in the car seat and pulled her panties off offering herself to her son. Eric dropped to the ground, his pants still around his ankles and gazed between his mothers wide spread legs kissing his way up the insides of her thighs, her womanly scent filling his nostrils as his tongue caressed her smooth hairless lips. When he got to her clit she moaned, "Yes baby lick it there, make your mommy cum baby, just like that. You make mommy feel so good Eric, I've missed this so much, you feel like heaven, make me cum." When she calmed down from an incredible orgasm she said "Eric, take me home so we can finish this in the comfort of our bed." This was far and away the best birthday of his life, and the words 'our bed' let Eric know that it wasn't just a birthday present and he wasn't going to attend collage outside of town. There is a perfectly good collage fifteen minutes from his house and that's about as far away from home as Eric wanted to get for now. Homesick For Mom Ch. 02 Thanks to those of you who liked the first part of the story, and asked me to continue it.. For those who are looking for literary perfection, try reading Hemmingway. Special thanks to The Ciguardian, for his invaluable editing help. Chapter 2: Life begins at 20. Eric's brain was reeling. He could still scarcely get his mind wrapped around how great his twentieth birthday had been, thus far. First, there was the 2005 Mustang rag-top that his mother, Sue, had surprised him with. The moment she'd let him open his eyes in the garage and he got his first glimpse of it, he'd practically pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. It was the perfect 'chick-magnet', all fire-engine-red and gleaming chrome, in absolute 'cherry' condition. He knew that, with a car like that, he couldn't help but score with the babes. He couldn't imagine the day getting any better, but it had. His mother had suggested that he take her out for a drive in the new car. Now, that wasn't exactly the sort of 'test-drive' that Eric had been imagining. He'd been thinking more along the lines of cruising the town and looking for some of the girls he'd gone to high school with. Granted, his mom was actually more 'hot' than practically any of the girls he knew, but she was his mom, for cryin' out loud. He had -- maybe -- a snowball's chance in hell of ever scoring with her! And then? Eric's brain was still boggled by what had happened. No sooner had they hit a back country road on the outskirts of town, than his mother had started unbuttoning her dress. Not all the way, but enough buttons at the bottom and top that -- with the wind blowing over her -- the cloth was flapping away from her body so that her almost-transparent panties and her breasts (oh, shit, she's not wearing a bra!) were open to his gaze. They'd come across an old dirt side-road, and she'd had him turn onto it and drive along through the meadow until they came to the crest of a hill. There, she'd had him stop so that they could get out and enjoy the view. Eric recalled thinking that he'd been enjoying the view -- of his mother's near-naked breasts and through her almost-transparent panties -- just fine, and really didn't care to look at anything else. Still, she was his mom, and he obligingly got out and went around the car to help her out. No sooner had she stood up than she'd put the palm of her hand on the lump in his trousers -- the lump that, with a sly expression, she proudly admitted having given him -- and suggested that she "...take IT out for a 'test-drive'. He still had a hard time believing how calmly -- yet eagerly -- she had dropped to her knees, unfastened his trousers, and slid his throbbing erection between her glistening lips. He hadn't lasted very long; the sheer unexpectedness of having his MILF of a mother attack his cock like that had him hair-triggered, and -- fairly quickly -- he'd found himself telling her that he was going to cum. She'd merely smiled around the thickness of him and, with utter delight in her eyes, increased her sucking of him until he'd emptied himself into her waiting throat and she'd swallowed everything he had to give her. After that, she'd let him rest for a moment, as though she'd known he would need time to recover from the amazement of it all. Then she'd removed her panties and offered her bare, smooth-shaved pussy to his tongue. Eager to return the pleasure she'd just given him, he attacked her dripping sex with gusto, valiantly attempting to give her the best tongue-lashing she'd ever had. He'd become almost instantly addicted to the scent of her pussy, and to the taste of the luscious juice it wept. He'd kept at it until her body writhed and heaved on the Mustang's bucket-seat, and she'd screamed out with the intensity of her climax. Now it was over, and they were back in the Mustang, clothed again and driving back to the house. Eric's mind was awhirl, picturing scene after scene of what might happen when they got back to the house. Her words to him echoed over and over in his head: "Take me home, so we can finish this in the comfort of our bed." Not 'my bed', but 'OUR bed' -- as if she was suggesting that, from that night on, they would always fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms. ******** Sue, likewise, was riding a wave of passion for the entire drive home. She couldn't take her eyes off of the handsome young stud whose cock she'd just sucked, and whose tongue had just taken her so close to heaven. Nor could she keep her hands off him. She would have loved to suck his dick while he drove, but the idiots at Ford Motor Company had decided that -- even though the car was an automatic -- the gearshift belonged on the center console instead of the steering column, and it got annoyingly in her way. So she contented herself with just fondling it with one hand and rubbing her cunt or breasts with the other. She had left her panties on the ground where they stopped for their oral expedition, and hadn't re-fastened her dress. She wanted to leave herself purposely exposed to Eric, half afraid that -- if he didn't have her near-nakedness as a distraction -- he might begin to have second thoughts about what the two of them had already done. When they approached the end of the side road, however, she realized how impractical this was. Too damned many other people would be able to see nearly as much as her son was seeing. So, reluctantly, she stuffed his cock back into his shorts and buttoned up her dress, not wanting to give passing traffic even the suggestion that they might be anything other than a mother and son out for a drive. The ride home -- from the point where the side-road met the main road -- took about half an hour, and it gave Sue time to calm down -- for her somewhat-satiated lust to ease up, and for her to do a bit of thinking. There was a line that society had set, a standard for 'proper' behavior between a mother and son, which she and Eric had crossed. And, although the experience had obviously been magnificent for both of them, what if it had been a huge mistake? What if it resulted in damaging the relationship she and Eric had enjoyed before they'd crossed that line? After all, she was the mature adult. She had been the one to initiate what had happened. Eric was only responding, was only accepting what she had offered. She doubted that, on his own and without her corrupting influence, things would have progressed to the level that they eventually did. Suddenly, she was very nervous about what they'd done. She knew that the only remedy for it was for her and Eric to talk about it in depth, once they got back to the house. She glanced over at her son, who appeared to be trying really hard to concentrate on the road despite the fact that his mind was obviously replaying their interlude in the field, and hoped that she hadn't damaged things between them beyond repair. As they entered the town, she had him pull over into the parking lot of a convenience store, where she purchased a couple of large soft-drinks for the two of them. The talk, she knew, would make both of them thirsty. The refrigerator at home was mostly filled with the leftover beer from the cookout, and she didn't want the creeping effects of alcohol to interfere with their being able to discuss the situation intelligently. She had turned away from the check-out counter when a sudden urge hit her. She turned back to the counter. "Can I get a pack of Winston 100's, too, please?" she asked the clerk. As the young girl placed the pack on the counter, Sue added a disposable butane lighter from one of the displays. Depositing the cigarettes and lighter in her purse, she picked up the bag containing the sodas and returned to the car. They eventually arrived at the house, and Eric guided the Mustang into the garage, thumbing the button on the remote to bring the big double-wide door down behind them. He rounded the car to open the door and help his mother out, and then opened the door into the house for her, as well. "I've been thinking, honey," she turned to face him as they stepped into the kitchen from the garage, "We really need to sit and talk, for a bit, about what just happened." "Alright, Mom," Eric said, a bit warily. His mother had been rather quiet, on the drive home. Had she been having second-thoughts about what the two of them had done in the field? Could it be that she wanted to take their relationship backward in time to a point before they'd shared those moments of intimate delight? Mentally, he crossed his fingers in the hope that such was not her intent. "I need to use the bathroom, first, though." "So do I," Sue agreed. "I'll meet you in the living room, when you're done." Eric headed off to the main bathroom. Although he did need to use the toilet, his main intent was to stall for a bit of time in which to marshal his thoughts. The experience he'd just had, with his mother, had been beyond his wildest flights of fantasy, and he wasn't ready to have their relationship return to its prior status as simply mother and son. He wanted -- no, he needed them to remain lovers -- and he wanted to think of some logical reasons why they should continue to explore this new dynamic. He used the toilet and took a few extra minutes to wash his mother's dried pussy-juice from his face. It had long since dried, and was feeling a little uncomfortable. Sue watched Eric walk away, and then padded down the hall to her bedroom, to use the built-in bathroom there. She spent a few minutes on the toilet, and then stepped into the shower. Placing the hand-held sprayer on its waist-high wall-clip, she warmed the water and then proceeded to wash the area between her thighs. As she rinsed away the soap, she realized suddenly why she was cleaning herself. She wanted to be clean for her son, in case the conversation went in the direction she was hoping. She finished her rinse, dried quickly, and slipped the dress back onto her body. As she moved back down the hallway, she heard the sound of running water in the other bath, and wondered if Eric was likewise cleaning himself, for her. Continuing on, she went to the kitchen and rummaged in one cupboard until she found the couple ashtrays she kept on-hand for when the couple of her girlfriends who smoked visited at the house. Taking one ashtray, she headed for the living room and made herself comfortable on the couch. Opening the pack of Winstons, she tapped one out, put it between her lips, and raised the lighter. Back in the bathroom, Eric realized that he could no longer stall for time; he'd taken too much time, already. The thing to do, now, was to go talk with his mother and try to give her several logical reasons why they should continue to be lovers. As he approached the living room, he saw something that shocked him so much that he came to an abrupt stop. Staying just far enough into the shadows of the hallway that it would be hard to see him, he watched as -- for the first time in his memory -- his mother took a puff from a cigarette. Part of her body-language indicated that she was nervous, and a soft smile curled Eric's lips at the realization. Hell, he was nervous, too -- as nervous as the proverbial long-tailed cat in the room full of rocking chairs! After all, not an hour earlier, without any real preamble, his mother had sucked his cock and swallowed every drop of his cum, and then he'd slurped her pussy until she'd had a screaming orgasm. How many mothers and sons ever -- EVER! -- found themselves in THAT situation, he wondered. If that wasn't a thing to get nervous about, he wondered what was. Still, another part of her body-language said that this wasn't her first cigarette. He stood quietly and watched as she raised the cigarette to her lips, took a long, slow drag, and opened her mouth softly. He could see the ball of smoke, hanging there just inside the soft curves of her lips. It was thick and creamy-looking and, for just a split-second, his mind called up the memory of the moment -- not an hour past -- when she'd slid her lips off of his cock. Her mouth had been open then, almost the same shape, and he'd spied the last of his seed lying in a thick, creamy pool on her tongue just before she'd tilted her head back and swallowed it. His cock shot instantly into a rock-hard state, beneath his briefs and shorts, at the sheer sensuality of his mother's current actions. Thrusting a hand down his shorts to adjust the position of his turgid organ so that it wouldn't be quite so obvious, he drew a deep breath and ventured on into the living room. "This is new," he said with a slight smile, trying to sound merely curious. "I can't ever remember seeing you smoke, before." Sue pursed her lips and vented a thick cone of smoke toward the ceiling, and then gave him a somewhat sheepish grin. "It's not something I do very often, these days," she admitted. "I started smoking back when I was twelve, and smoked all the time, right up until the day I found out that I was pregnant with you. It wasn't easy, but I managed to quit, then. After that? Well, it was a few years before I smoked again, and then it was only when I was out with one of my girlfriends, for drinks after work. Ever since then, I've tried to limit it to that." "Then, why now?" Eric prodded her to continue. Sue took another drag, inhaled, and then answered him, her words punctuated with little puffs of smoke. "Because nicotine works really well to calm you down when you're nervous, and I'm just about as nervous -- now -- as I've ever been, in my entire life. That's why." "Well, I guess you have reason to be nervous," Eric shrugged, "after what we did in that meadow. If it helps, you should know that I'm nervous, too." "I kind of figured that you might be, honey," she nodded. "And you'll have to go easy on me," Eric added, throwing in a chuckle to make a joke out of it, "because I'm not getting the benefit of any nicotine, to calm me down." "Are you telling me that you want to try this, or that you want me to put mine out so that it doesn't tempt you?" Sue asked him, waving the cigarette to indicate what she meant. "Heaven knows, I've corrupted you enough already, today, without adding smoking to the list!" "I'll admit that I've always been curious about smoking," Eric told her, bashfully, "but that's not what you wanted to talk about, right now. I know that. I'm just telling you that I'm nervous about this conversation, too. If smoking helps calm you down, a little, then you go ahead and smoke. Just remember that I'm as nervous about this whole deal as you are." "It doesn't bother you?" she persisted, wanting to be sure. "Mom, I'm around plenty of people who smoke -- at school, and at work. It's not going to bother me that you're smoking. Trust me, on that one." "You're sure?" "Mom," Eric let his voice take on a frustrated tone, "I said it doesn't bother me. To be honest, I actually think it's kinda sexy-looking, at least the way you do it." "Alright," Sue sighed, relieved. A part of her mind, though, was extremely pleased at his revelation that her smoking made her look 'sexy'. Given a chance, she could have quite a bit of fun with that notion. "But I want you to let me know, if it starts to bother you." "I promise," Eric smiled, purposely taking his right index finger and making a 'cross' motion over his heart. "Okay," she nodded, taking another puff. She drew deeply on the cigarette, inhaled, and vented another cloud of smoke into the air. "Now that we're sitting here," she sighed, "I'm not really sure how to start the whole conversation we need to have." "Then I'll start it," Eric suggested gently. "We're here to talk about what happened between us, in that meadow, about an hour ago." "You're right, baby," she said, puffing on the cigarette again. "And I have to apologize for my actions. I was wrong to do what I did, with you, and I'm so very sorry." "If it was wrong, Mom," Eric countered, "then why did you do it?" "I'm not absolutely sure, honey," she shook her head. "I guess that, ever since we lost your father, you just sort of 'stepped in' and became the man of the house. You took on a lot of the responsibilities your dad used to handle. And, somehow, our relationship took on a change. As I grew to depend on you -- in the same ways I used to depend on your dad -- and, as you grew and matured, it seemed like we became less like mother and son, and more like best friends..." She paused, looking intently at his facial expression to see how he was reacting to her explanation. Then, grabbing another quick puff, she continued. "Thinking of you as my best friend, like that... well, I guess it made it easy for me to start seeing you as the strong, vibrant man you've grown into. You know, in so very many ways -- in the way you look, the way you act, the sound of your voice -- even the way your facial expressions look -- you are SO much like your father. All of those things were things I liked, about him -- things that made it so easy for me to fall head over heels in love with him. Since I already loved you very deeply, I guess it was just sort of natural progression that... damn it, there's no other way to say it. Over time, I fell in love with you. I just didn't realize that it had happened, until these last few days." She paused, suddenly, looking again at his face and wondering what was going on inside his brain. Was he taking this the way she hoped? She looked briefly at her cigarette, then, and found it almost gone. She took the last drag from it, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and turned more to face him, taking his hands in hers as she exhaled. "I do love you, Eric," she reiterated. "I've always loved you, as a mother loves her son, but now I also love you as a woman loves her man. I know that society frowns on it. I know that the law says it's so very wrong. Still, I can't help how I feel. I love you, and I want to give you all of my love -- all of me. If you don't want this, I'll understand, and it doesn't have to go any farther. But -- " "I love you, too, Mom!" Eric cut her off with a gentle fingertip to her lips. "I've always loved you, as a son should love his mother. But, these last few years, with Dad gone, I've found myself wanting our relationship to be so much deeper than that. I've longed for you, sexually, for the last few years. And it's really more than that, though the sexual aspect is pretty strong. I want to love you like a man loves his woman. I want you as MY woman, Mom." "Do you really mean that, honey?" Sue asked him, scarcely daring to believe what her ears had heard. "I do, Mom," he answered her. "I really do. Haven't you ever noticed that I keep finding reasons to come into the bathroom while you're in the shower, or poking my head into your bedroom to say goodnight while you're still changing to go to bed? Haven't you noticed how many times I manage to 'accidentally' brush my body against your boobs or your ass, every chance I get -- especially in our cramped kitchen? Mom, I'm really not that clumsy!" "I've noticed it, in a way," Sue admitted with a bashful smile, "but I never really had any idea that you might feel that way, about me, until I overheard you and Ken talking on the phone, after the pool party. When you told him that you'd like to peel off my swim-suit and kiss me all over? Baby, it made me wet between my legs, and my nipples got SO hard, just thinking about you doing that to me!" Though the air about them was still charged with an atmosphere of sexuality, their time spent in the conversation thus far had allowed them each to calm down somewhat, and to regain some sense of rational thought. "Eric," Sue suggested with a sly grin, "Why don't you go out for awhile, and show off your birthday present to your friends?" Homesick For Mom Ch. 02 Eric's face took on a giddy look, and Sue smiled, understanding his thoughts. "The one with wheels, baby," she chided him with a gentle chuckle. "Not the one with a pussy. You know that we can never tell anyone about what we've done, or what we might do later on. I could go to jail, for it." "But, what about the rest of my birthday?" Eric asked. "Well, I baked you a cake, but it's still early in the day. We can have that, later. Just make sure you don't stay out until all hours, and that you come home alone. That new car of yours is bound to be a 'babe-magnet', but you have to decide whether you want some sweet young thing, or the 'babe' who's going to be sitting at home, waiting for you to come back to her." "Okay, Mom," Eric agreed -- though he found himself suddenly reluctant to leave. "Are you sure that you don't want me to stay home, here, and spend time with you? I can go cruising with the guys, anytime." "Baby," his mom laughed, "We'll have plenty of time, once you get home, for the kind of 'spending time' you've got on your horny little mind. I don't have a job to get up for, tomorrow, and neither do you. Really, we have most of the summer, for that sort of thing. But, if we're even going to consider continuing what we started in that meadow, we have to keep up appearances. That means that you're still going to have to spend some time with your friends, so they don't start asking suspicious questions, no matter how much I might want you to stay home with me. So, go, already!" Sue stood up, then, and Eric rose as well. Taking her in his arms, he gave her a soft hug, and then pressed his lips to hers. His kiss was soft, at first, and then her mouth opened to him and their tongues met, and the kiss took on a wholly different proportion. Sue found herself balancing on one foot, and lifting the other slightly, like a scene out of some of the classic Hollywood films she enjoyed, and a part of her mind smiled at the image. "Go, baby," she finally pulled her lips from his and commanded. "Go, before I change my mind! I've been planning something special, for days, and I don't want it ruined!" Eric took a quick shower and headed out to show off his new car to his buds. They cruised the main drag in town for a while, acting and feeling as though they were riding the 'strip' in Daytona during Spring Break. A number of the girls they knew from their high school days were out, as well, most of them with boyfriends, and most in far less flashy chariots. Eric reveled in the looks that several of the girls tossed his way, but his mind was still awash in the events of the afternoon and the promise of something even more wonderful that awaited him back at the house. Eventually, they got hungry and pulled in at a fast-food place for burgers and cokes. Finally, shortly after nine o'clock, Eric told his friends that he needed to head home. "Are you out of your freakin' mind, dude?" Ken asked in amazement, taking a quick glance at his wristwatch. "The night is still young, and this is the perfect chic-mobile! Let's cruise for a while, yet, and pick up some girls." "No, I really need to get home; my mom's waiting for me." "You're kidding, dude!" Steve, another of his friends, laughed. "You've got to be! Your mother is waiting for you?" "No, I'm serious," Eric retorted, trying to keep his smile from betraying his true thoughts. "She baked me a cake, and we didn't have any, yet. Besides, this car was Mom's gift to me, and I have a pretty good idea how much she spent on it. The least I can do is spend a little time with her. She's missed me all year, you know. We have the whole summer ahead of us, to cruise and stuff." "Okay, go on home, momma's boy!" Ken chided him, and the others chimed in, echoing the words. "We'll see ya tomorrow, if your mom will let you come out to play." Eric put the car into gear, understanding that his buddies didn't mean their wisecracks in a bad way, they were just kidding with him. Still," he thought to himself, "if they only knew how right they are, with that 'Mama's Boy' stuff! I know that Ken would probably give his left arm, up to the elbow, for the chance to slurp Mom's sweet pussy!" Giving vent to a secret smile, Eric guided the car back past Ken's house, so that his buddies could grab Ken's battered Pontiac and head back out for more cruising, and then headed for home. ******** While Eric and his buddies were out cruising, Sue had not been idle. She had a few little preparations of her own, to take care of, before her new-found lover returned home for the night. First, she took a long, hot soak in the tub, complete with bath-oil beads to help soften her skin. Following the bath, she had shaved herself from navel to toes, rubbing herself down with a lotion whose scent matched that of her favorite perfume. Next, she rummaged in her dresser to find the pile of sexy night-clothes that hadn't been out of the drawer since she lost her husband. She laid them out on the foot of her bed, surveying them and selecting the sexiest outfit of them all to wear for her new love. She didn't feel any guilt over wearing things that her husband had given her, to pleasure her son. Eric was almost an extension of John, not a replacement of him. Even so, she was beginning to understand that he would want her to move on with her life. She wasn't sure how he'd take finding out that she was going to take her son to bed, but that was a question best left unanswered. Eventually, she chose a black lace teddy with a long, sheer matching gown, and then dug in her closet until she found the pair of black sandals with the three-inch heels. They weren't exactly 'come fuck me' heels (she'd run across that term long ago, on an Internet story site), but John had never bought her a pair of those, and she could never see the logic in spending eighty dollars for a pair of heels she'd only wear in the bedroom. Still, she knew that the pair she'd selected would enhance the curves of her long legs and make her ass look even tighter than it already was. She also knew, from her late husband's comments years ago, that -- when she walked in them -- her hips and buttocks moved with just the right amount of 'sway'. She was positive that her chosen ensemble would make her son's eyes just about pop right out of his head, and that was exactly the effect she was shooting for -- absolute devastation. Donning the negligee and heels, she went to the kitchen to retrieve the cake, carrying it back to the bedroom. Her preparations complete, she returned to the living room and amused herself with a bit of television until she heard the sound of the garage door opening, announcing Eric's arrival. Turning off the television, she lit a cigarette and settled into what she hoped was a sexy pose, to await her son. She wondered how he would react to seeing her like that. She didn't have long to wait. Moments later, Eric entered the room. She smiled as she saw his eyes go wide and round and his lips curve into an appreciative wolf-whistle. "God, Mom," he began hoarsely, "You look soooo sexy, like that! I love the outfit! Is that what women mean, when they tell the guy that they need a minute or two to 'slip into something a little more comfortable'?" "Uh-huh," she answered, flashing him a wink. "You really like it?" "Fuck, yeah!" he told her. "Oops -- sorry about dropping the 'F-bomb', like that. It's just that... " "It's alright, honey," Sue laughed merrily. "In fact, that's actually the sort of reaction I was hoping for. After all, if we're going to be doing it, shortly, you ought to be able to let the word slip once in awhile without having to apologize for it, don't you think?" "I suppose so," Eric mused. "I guess I hadn't thought that far ahead, yet." "Well, I had," she giggled again. "Better get used to it, because you're probably going to hear ME use that word a few times, before the night's over! Anyway, I'm glad you approve of the outfit. Now, why don't you run along and get changed, too? I left a little something on your bed, so that you could 'slip into something a little more comfortable', as well." Eric headed back the hall, his cock already hardening in anticipation of whatever his mother had planned for the two of them. Of course, the sight of her in that negligee, with the panties and teddy-top that left almost nothing to the imagination, was an added bit of stimulation. He hit the shower, first, making certain that every part of him was squeaky clean -- and finding that his arousal made washing and rinsing his cock a torturous task to accomplish without having it 'go off' prematurely. After he dried, he spent a few minutes shaving his face. If his new-found lover was going to treat him to another taste of her succulent pussy, he wanted to make sure she didn't get whisker-burn from his actions. Then, naked, he padded into his bedroom, where he found a pair of black silk boxers laid out on the foot of his bed. On top of the boxers was a simple card that read, "Happy Birthday, Baby! Now, come and get the rest of your 'present'!" Smiling, Eric slipped the boxers into place. He had never worn silk, before, and he took a moment to luxuriate in the feel of the slick cloth sliding over his cock. When he got back to the living room, he found his mother still sitting on the couch in a sexy pose. The lights had been turned off, however, and a half-dozen candles gave the room a warm glow. "Come here, and sit down, baby," Sue invited him in a sultry voice that literally dripped seduction. He did as she asked, leaning toward her with his lips puckering for a kiss. "Oops," Sue exclaimed, suddenly, rising from the couch. "I'll be right back." "Where are you going, Mom?" Eric asked her, his face indicating how puzzled he was by her sudden action. "To the bathroom, to use a little mouthwash," she explained. "I just finished a cigarette, and I'm sure you don't want to kiss me after that." "Why not?" he asked her. "What is it that all the anti-smoking commercials say? 'Kissing a smoker is like licking an ashtray'?" "Come back here!" he commanded her, and the look on his face startled her enough that she complied, despite the sudden reversal of the parent-child dynamic. "Now, then," he told her sternly, "I don't want to hear any more of that, out of you, ever! If you and I are going to continue what we started this afternoon, then each of us is going to have to get used to some changes. You've apparently started smoking again, so that is something I have to get used to. And you can't be running off to the bathroom, or some other place, to use mouthwash, every time you've just smoked a cigarette and I want a kiss from you. Understood?" "Yes, baby," she nodded a bit timidly. Mentally, though, she was awed by his sudden take-charge attitude, and hoped that it would surface again, once they reached the bedroom. "Besides," he continued, "I've already kissed you after you had a smoke -- earlier this evening, just before you sent me out to go cruising with the guys. Remember?" "Yes." "I didn't think your mouth tasted bad, then, and I doubt that I will, now. So kiss me, give it your best shot!" With that, he pulled her into the circle of his arms and brought his lips to hers. At first, the kiss was soft and gentle but, after a few seconds, she opened her mouth to his in an intimate invitation -- one that he gladly accepted -- and their tongues began to duel hotly with each other in the cavern of their mouths. "Doesn't taste like an ashtray, to me, Mom," Eric managed to inform her in the brief breaks in lip-contact. "You taste delicious -- at both ends!" "Mmm, baby," she murmured in answer, "you know just what to say, to your woman, to make her happy..." On and on, the kiss continued, becoming a series of kisses that were only broken by the normal movements of a lover's kiss. "Whew!" Sue eventually blurted, as she pulled slightly away from him some fifteen minutes later. "That was some kiss, let me tell you! I honestly don't think that anyone has ever kissed me that way -- not even your father, in all the years we were together! I could really learn to love kisses like that!" "Then learn, Mom," Eric grinned at her. "Because that's the only kind you're ever going to get, from me. It's the only kind worth giving a woman who's as wonderful as you!" "Oh, I do hope so, baby," she chuckled softly, winking at him. She turned, then, in the circle of his embrace, and slid her body along the couch until she lay on her back with her head cradled in his lap. "You feel so good, Eric," she told him. "I love you -- and I love the way you were kissing me, just now." She undid the knot that allowed the front of her gown to open, and Eric's eyes and hands went for her voluptuous breasts -- gently caressing at first, then squeezing gently and rolling the nipples back and forth between his fingers and thumbs. Sue rolled slightly onto her side and began caressing his steel-hard cock through the silk of the boxers. "You're so much like your dad in so many ways," she told him. "I am?" he wondered aloud. "Yes, darling, you are. Except for this," she nodded, grasping his cock through the slick fabric. "You're a good bit bigger than your dad was." "You're just saying that," he waved a hand, his face flushing in embarrassment. "Not at all, honey," she smiled up at him. "I could get my hand all the way around your father's cock, but not yours. And I could get more of him, lengthwise, in my mouth than I could, of yours, this afternoon. I'm so looking forward to feeling what it will do to me, in just a little while!" They fondled each other lovingly as they talked about their feelings for one another. Sue eventually worked her son's cock out through the opening in the front of his shorts and gently stroked it and kissed it all over, occasionally slipping her lips over the head and teasing the tip with her tongue. By this time, Eric had changed tactics a bit, alternately rolling each nipple between the thumb and index finger of one hand, while the other gently stroked her soaking slit through the thin fabric of her panties. Eventually, the sensations grew to the point where both were on the ragged edge of being unable to take it any longer. It was Eric, though, who 'surrendered' first. "Mom, I need you," he groaned in the midst of ecstasy so great that it nearly approached agony. "I need you now!" Sue smiled, leaving go of his throbbing cock. This was exactly where she wanted him to be -- primed and aching. Now for a little time to let him cool off, so that he wouldn't be quite so hair-triggered as he'd been earlier in the day. Sitting up, she leaned forward and kissed him deeply. "We have to have some cake, first, darling," she teased, rubbing her nose against his. "I've got it in our bedroom. Give me three minutes, and then join me." Standing, then, she plucked her cigarettes and ashtray from the coffee table, along with her glass of wine, and strode back the hallway to her bedroom. "Oh -- my -- fucking -- God!" Eric groaned out loud as he watched her walk away, awed by the movement of her legs, hips, and buttocks. "Be a dear, and blow out the candles before you join me, won't you, baby?" she tossed the request backward, over her shoulder. Eric waited for three minutes that seemed like an hour, and then walked back the hallway, gently tapping on his mother's door. "Come in son," Her sultry voice beckoned from beyond the closed panel. "I've got the candles lit, on your cake." When he opened the door, he almost couldn't believe what he saw. His mother was laying there, spread-eagle, on the bed. She had shed the teddy, but kept the gown, which was draped out on either side of her like a cape. The mound of her pussy was lathered in cake-frosting, as were the tops of her breasts. On each, where the nipple should have been visible, there was a lighted candle sticking up. As he stood there in utter awe of his mother's devious plotting, she raised her head slightly from the pillow, put a cigarette to her lips, and lighted it from the candle-flame atop her left breast. "Well, son," she chuckled at him, "Are you just gonna stand there with your mouth hanging open, or come over here and make a wish and blow out the candles on your 'cake'?" Eric slowly walked to the bed, his throbbing cock leading the way like a flagpole in a parade. He bent over and blew out the two candles, saying "I've already got my wish." "Okay, then, baby; enjoy your cake," she suggested. "I know you're anxious to get to your main birthday present, but you can't have it until you're done eating!" "Can I go get my camera, first, and take a picture?" he pleaded. "Cross my heart, I promise I'll never show it to anyone else unless you give me permission, but I really want a photo of this, to help me remember this night forever!" "I suppose, darling," she laughed. It took him less than a minute to run and fetch his digital camera but, by the time he returned to his mother's bedroom, she'd re-lit the candles. "I figured you'd want the full effect," she chuckled, and then gave him her most seductive smile as he snapped the photo. "Thanks," he told her. "You're absolutely the greatest!" He bent over her once more to blow out the candles, and then slid onto the bed while he plucked the candles from the 'cake'. "That's the best-looking birthday cake I've ever seen,!" he commented, waving his hand to indicate her luscious, decorated body. "Who said, 'You can't have your cake, and eat it, too.'?" "I don't know, baby," she giggled, "but it sure wasn't this woman, I'll tell you that much!" Eric bent to the task at hand, then, starting in on the right breast. He licked and sucked the frosting from each of the lovely orbs, in turn, paying special attention to the nipples once he managed to uncover them. Alternately, he licked with his tongue and nibbled with his teeth -- an effort that brought a sudden startled hiss from his mother. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, pulling away from her suddenly, startled. "Fuck, no, baby!" she shook her head wildly. "I absolutely loved that! Please, baby, do it some more!" Ever the willing son, Eric gladly obliged her, finding that the sounds she made were sweet music in his ears. At length, though, he had both of her breasts totally cleaned of any lingering traces of the frosting, and it was time to move on to the remainder of his luscious 'dessert'. Slipping down the bed beside her body, he came to rest between her wide-spread legs and too his first taste of 'frosted pussy'. "You have the sweetest pussy in the world, Mom," he informed her, "with, or without, the frosting! Then, returning to his task, he spent the next fifteen minutes tonguing every curve and valley in the vicinity of her Mound of Venus until she was writhing uncontrollably on the bed, her body heaving and her pussy coating his mouth and tongue with her sweet nectar. Finally, after her third tongue-induced orgasm, she grabbed a handful of his hair and gently pulled his face away from her now-throbbing clit. "Stop, now, and let Mama have her cake, too!" she begged, panting. They switched places, then, and she removed the silk boxers. Finding a comfortable position between her son's spread legs, Sue slowly covered his cock and balls with a thick coating of the frosting and began her oral assault. Since she'd already sucked him off once, that day, she decided to take her sweet time with this effort, wanting to raise her lover to a fever-pitch before allowing him to give her the taste she craved as a follow-up to the frosting. She spent fully ten minutes and more, baring his throbbing rod of its sugary coating. He was rock-hard, for her, and his shaft twitched every time she slid her tongue across the sensitive area on the underside of his glans. Homesick For Mom Ch. 02 "You like, baby?" she asked him on occasion throughout the process. It was a minor torment, for him, but she knew that it would spike his arousal and increase the pleasure he felt when she finally triggered his release. "God, you know I do, Mom!" he answered, nearly every time she asked. Other times, all he could manage was a deep groan. "That's right," she cooed to him. "My baby just loves to feel his Momma's mouth on his hard, throbbing dick, doesn't he?" On and on, she sucked, until at last she felt him swell and start to flood her mouth with his sweet sperm. When she had coaxed the last bit of his cum onto her tongue, she let him slip from her mouth so that she could open it and show him how filled it was with his seed. Then, slowly, she tilted her head upward and brought a finger up to direct his rapt attention to her neck, making sure that he saw every contraction of her throat as she let his seed slide home into her belly. "God, I love the taste of your sperm, baby!" she told him as she slid her lithe form up along his torso, letting her nipples graze his flesh until her mouth was poised over his. "Kiss me, baby?" she questioned him. He knew that her lips and tongue were still coated with a thin remnant of his seed, but there was no way that he would refuse her request, not after the exquisite pleasure she had just given him. He raised his head, wrapped an arm around her, and drew her mouth to his. Their tongues intertwined, and he tasted himself on her, and it wasn't at all bad. He could certainly learn to live with that, in a hurry! They lay there, for some minutes, kissing and hugging, their bodies rubbing gently against each other. After a time, though, Sue was ready for the next part of the 'present' she intended to give her son. Sitting up, she reached to her night table and slid a loose cigarette from the pack. As she brought it to her lips, she was surprised to find Eric's hand close by, with the lighter, waiting to offer her a light. "Well, aren't you just the perfect gentleman, darling!" she smiled, then put the cigarette to her lips and drew on it as she lowered the tip into the flame. Inhaling the first puff, she levered her body upward and off of Eric's, then slid alongside him again until her face was just above his wilted cock. Drawing hard on the cigarette once more, she leaned her face downward and gently bathed the sagging phallus in a whorl of smoke. It stirred briefly, thickening as she thought it might, and so she repeated the process. A third time around brought his cock to life once more, and it began to stand up of its own accord. "Aha," she giggled. "There's life in that monster, yet!" Taking another drag, she inhaled the smoke and then inhaled his cock, deeper than she'd taken him at any time earlier in the day. Up and down she went, lower on him with each repetition, until she felt him hit the back of her throat and trigger her gag-reflex and his pubic hair tickled her nostrils. "God, Mom," he whispered in amazement. "You took it all!" "Every fucking inch of it, baby," she withdrew just long enough to get the words out. "I bet that's something that none of your girlfriends ever managed to do!" She pulled another deep drag from her cigarette and engulfed his cock again, all the way to its root, her eyes not breaking contact with his as she slowly let the smoke out through her nostrils. Her eyes held his, communicating with him wordlessly as she kept at it, working her lips and tongue on him until he was totally hard once more. Then, suddenly, she slowed eased up on him. Oh, she was still inhaling his cock all the way to the root, but she was doing it in slow-motion, now, taking her sweet time. It was almost as if she was trying to prolong this part of their foreplay. Could it be that she actually enjoyed sucking on him? It didn't seem logical, really. The things he'd read, on various Internet sites, and the actions of the few girls he'd been with during his Freshman year, all pointed to the notion that women regarded cock-sucking as some sort of 'necessary evil' - a means to an end. They did it to get a guy hard again, for 'Round Two', or they did it as a quid-pro-quo in order to get their pussies licked. The six girls he'd been with, in the course of his Freshman year, had proved those notions correct. Or, rather, five of the six had done so. The sixth had been Jacqueline Jackman, whose parents had named her after a wealthy grandmother in an attempt to lock-in a big inheritance. He'd dated her for four months and, in all that time, she'd never once let his cock anywhere near her mouth, insisting on getting him ready with hand-jobs. Little wonder that she'd eventually earned the campus nick-name of 'Jackie Jack-me'! One by one, then, he called up brief images of the other five, letting their faces briefly superimpose themselves over that of his mother as she continued her leisurely oral play. Only one of the five had really made any attempt to deep-throat him, and she'd failed on the first attempt and then given up. And not one of them had ever really looked at him, the way his mother did. They'd either closed their eyes or stared into his navel until his cock was hard enough for penetration, and then told him that it was time to fuck. Susan? Man, what a difference! She stared into his eyes the entire time. Granted, she blinked occasionally, but that was just the body's normal reaction as it strove to keep the eye properly moist. Meanwhile, her eyes spoke volumes to him, telling him how very much she loved him and loved having him in her mouth. Her gaze made it abundantly clear to him that she was taking pleasure from having him there.. He groaned again, unable to contain himself against the sensations she was giving him, and then pulled herself away with a wistful smile -- as if to say that, though there were other pleasures to be had, now that he was fully hard, she was reluctant to part from the joy she got from sucking him. "Now, baby," she told him, "I want you deep inside me. Are you ready for that?" "I've been ready for that, all night, Mom," he informed her. "Then, let's switch places again, and go for it!" she suggested. Mother and son rolled over each other on the king-sized mattress, until Eric was hovering over her, the tip of his cock scant inches from the entrance to her pussy. "Take it slowly, to start with, honey," she cautioned him as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and guided it to the moist opening of her long-unused pussy. "It's been a long time since I've had anything bigger than my fingers in there. I'll let you know when you can start to really move and thrust harder." Eric inched forward, feeling the tip of his cock slowly become enveloped by his mother's pussy, the place where he'd longed to put it for the last several years, and the sensation was beyond description. Thanks to a year away at college, he was no stranger to the pleasure of coupling with a woman, yet none of the women he'd been with had ever felt like the one he was with now. None of them had been this hot, or this tight, or this wet. He wanted to tell her so, because he knew that -- at her age, and with her already having given birth to a child -- it would be a huge compliment. Still, he was enough the proper young son that he was somewhat afraid to hint to her that he was 'experienced'. "You feel better than I imagined you would, Mom," he murmured into her ear as the last of him sank into her. "God, you're so tight and hot, and wet!" "You mean, Mom's pussy is actually tighter and hotter and juicier than all those sweet young pussies you had, while you were at college?" she murmured back, a light chuckle in her voice. "Mom, I -- er, uh -- " "Relax, baby," she giggled, gently pushing his face away from her enough so that he could see that she was only amused. "I know you've had other lovers. Nobody learns to eat pussy as well as you just ate mine, without a lot of practice. I'm just happy to get the benefit of what you learned." "I'm glad, Mom," he smiled at her. "And, thanks for not getting upset." 'Why should I be upset, baby?" she laughed at his confusion. "Whoever those girls were, they obviously taught you well, and I get to reap the benefits. If they taught you as much about fucking a pussy as they did about eating one, I'm going to be one very pleased woman in another couple minutes, aren't I?" "I hope so," he told her. "I will be, baby," she smiled and pulled him close for a kiss. "My son is about to fuck me. How could I not be pleased?" "That sounds good enough for me," Eric agreed, gently allowing his weight to rest on her body for a moment. "So, are you going to fuck me, or what, darling?" she prodded him. "Of course, Mom," he nodded, sighing. "It's just that, even though I've been with other girls, and you've at least been with Dad - " "And a couple others, too, baby," she confessed. "Well, this is my first time, with you, Mom. It's only ever going to happen once, and I want to remember it forever. I'm also hoping that I can make it live up to whatever sort of expectations you've had..." "It... will..., honey," she told him, punctuating her words with soft wet kisses. "My strong, handsome son is about to make love to me, about to fuck my brains out. It will be everything I've hoped for, everything I've fantasized about. Even if we make love to each other another million times, this night will always be special, and it will be the one I remember most of all." She looked up at him, silent for a moment, and then... "Eric, darling?" "Yes, Mom?" "My pussy's had time to get used to being stretched by your monster cock. Why don't you start fucking me with it?" "My pleasure, Mom," he said, and began slowly stroking his length within her. "No, baby," she corrected him. "It will be OUR pleasure." Gradually, Eric began to pick up speed in his stroking, watching in awe as the look of pleasure stole across his mother's face and drove all other emotions far away from her. It wasn't very long before she was moaning and writhing beneath him, her heels digging into the cheeks of his ass as she tried to meet his body halfway with every stroke. "Harder, baby! Fuck me harder! Pound it into me!" she begged and goaded him, and he obliged her. "Yeah, baby," she groaned. "That's it! Pound your mother's pussy! It was made to be fucked hard! Fuck it harder -- it won't break!" Though Eric had been fortunate enough to have a few lovers in his year at college, none of them had been at all fond of swallowing cum, and so he had never before been placed in a situation like the one he found himself in, now. Because he had just cum in his mother's mouth, he was nowhere near ready to cum again. He'd never lasted this long, in a woman, before, and the knowledge thrilled him. He picked up his pace, hitting a sort of rhythmic 'stride' and began to pound his mother's pussy in earnest, feeling the tip of his cock touch his mother's cervix at the bottom-end of every stoke. Every time he hit that sweet spot, Sue would jerk and shiver beneath him. Her face was a mask of sheer ecstasy, something that he'd never seen on any of the other women he'd been to bed with. That knowledge only goaded him to fuck her faster and harder. "Oh, yes, Eric!" she moaned. "Fuck me with that magnificent cock of yours! Fill me up and make me cum all over it, baby! I can't believe how good you're making me feel!" He risked a second to glance at the digital alarm clock on his mother's night-table, and was astonished to find that they'd been fucking for fully half an hour. He'd never lasted even ten minutes, before! Now, though, he could feel the waves of sensation building within him, warning him of his impending orgasm. "Cum for me, Mom!" he commanded her, his voice harsh and ragged from panting. "I want to feel you cumming for me!" "Oh, god, baby!" she moaned, opening her eyes and looking up at him. "You got me, already! I've been cumming and cumming for you, for awhile, now. Can't you feel it?" He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and so she wrapped her arms and legs around him, dragging him tightly to her so that his movement ceased. "Feel it, baby," she begged him. "Feel me cum for you!" He could feel it, now that his own movement had stopped -- the clutching and throbbing as the walls of her vagina alternately clamped and loosened around his cock. She held him close, but angled her face so that she could look into his as she explained it to him. "That's... what it feels like... when a woman... cums all over your cock, baby!" she told him. You made me cum for you, and keep on cumming. Now, fuck me hard, again, and let me feel you fill me with your sperm, before it fades!" Eager to please her, he immediately began hammering away at her pussy, and the sudden surge re-ignited Sue's orgasm, taking her to a peak even higher than before. In the midst of it all, she felt Eric's cock begin to swell and throb, signaling that his own orgasm was at hand. "Yes, baby! Yes! That's it!" she urged him, reaching up with both hands to caress his face and wipe away the huge droplets of sweat that clung to his forehead and the tip of his nose. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me and fill me with your seed, and make me yours forever, darling!" The sound of her voice, the words she chose, and the look on her face all conspired to send him over the edge, and his cock erupted deep inside her. He screamed as he came, and so did she, as she felt the first blast of his sperm hit her cervix. She clutched at him and held him close as his pounding grew less, until they were just holding each other tightly. The last spurts of his orgasm came and went, and he collapsed on top of her, exhausted. "Oh, god, baby," she groaned some minutes later, when sense and sensibility began to return to both of them. "No man has ever fucked me like that!" "Does that mean you'll keep me?" Eric asked, jokingly. "You bet your life it does, baby," she smiled at him. "You're mine, now, and I'm never going to let you get away from me!" They stayed there in silence, just holding each other as the reality of what they'd done began to fully sink in -- and as a bit of strength returned to their exhausted bodies. After awhile, they rolled apart and Sue reached toward the night-table for her cigarettes. "Mmm," she sighed blissfully, venting the first exhale through her nose as she rolled slightly to face her son. "The two best cigarettes of all are the one after an excellent meal and the one after you've just had the living daylights fucked out of you!" "I wouldn't know," Eric smiled back at her. A devious expression crept across Sue's face, and she inched closer to him. "Wanna find out?" she asked mischievously. "Mom?" "Baby, if you're man enough to fuck your mother into the middle of next week, you're man enough to share a cigarette with her, afterward. Now, breathe out through your nose when I lean toward you, and then in through your mouth when our lips touch." She took a long drag, inhaled, and leaned toward her son, feeling the breath slip out of his nostrils. When their lips touched, she opened her mouth and gently flooded his lungs with her smoke. Then she pulled away from him enough to watch with amusement as he exhaled and saw the cloud of smoke leave his lips. "Well?" she asked him. "Different," he told her, cocking his head to one side. "Kind of cool, but it's just a first impression..." "Wanna try again?" she giggled, not at all surprised to see him nod in response. She took another drag and repeated the process. "One more time?" he asked her when he'd finished his exhale. His response to this bit of kinky play intrigued him, since he basically considered himself to be a non-smoker. He'd tried smoking, a few times, back in his high school days. It hadn't done anything for him, so he never made a habit of it. These 'smoky kisses' that his mom was feeding him though, were something entirely different. A guy could get 'addicted' to something like this. She repeated the move yet again, this time noticing that his cock was stirring rapidly back to life. "A-ha!" she crowed, tapping the head of his thickening cock with a fingertip. "You like Mom's smoky kisses, don't you, baby?" "More like 'love', Mom," Eric admitted with a wry grin. "You can kiss me like that whenever you want!" "Like now, baby?" she chided. "Like anytime, Mom," he grinned again. She gave him another smoke-filled kiss, and then pointed to his rampant cock. "Whatever will we do, with this thing?" she asked him. "I don't think I have the strength to withstand another fucking like the last one -- at least, not until morning." "Then, I don't know," he shrugged. "I guess if we leave it alone, it could go away on its own?" "A hard cock is good to find, baby," she told him. "When you find one, you can't let it go to waste, because you never know when the next one may come along." "Well, it's all because of those kisses, Mom," he shrugged. "There was a song on one of Dad's old record albums -- something about a kiss to build a dream on? Those kisses of yours are the kind a guy could build a wet-dream on!" "No more wet dreams for you, honey," she shook a finger at him. "I plan on keeping you drained enough that your sperm never reaches that large a back-log!" "Mmm," Eric murmured. "Sounds like an excellent plan, to me, Mom!" "Still, that leaves us with the problem of this nice hard cock," she mused. "Well, I do usually get a drink of something, before heading to bed..." With that, she slid down between his legs and took him into her mouth, sucking him until he coated her tongue with his seed for the third time in a day. "I love the taste, baby," she informed him. "I'll do that whenever you want me to!" Eric sat up and stretched, then slid to the opposite side of the bed and put his feet to the floor. "Where are you going?" she asked him. "I figured I'd hit the bathroom and clean up a little, then head for bed," he replied. "You can go to the bathroom," she nodded, "but then you come right back here. You're sleeping with me, tonight, darling!" "I am?" he asked facetiously. "Yes, you are," she answered. "Tonight, and every night from now on." As she watched the smile light up her son's face, she rose and left the bed as well. Fifteen minutes later, she extinguished her last cigarette of the day, turned off the lamp on the bed-side table, and rolled over to cuddle into Eric's enfolding arms. Less than five minutes after that, they had both drifted into a blissful sleep. ******** Susan awoke the next morning as the patch of sunlight streaming through the window gradually moved across the bed and fell on her face. She laid there, eyes still closed, recalling the dream she'd been having, one of making love to a strong, handsome, virile young man. The transition from sleep to wakefulness continued, and she began to sense the presence of someone else in bed, next to her. Rolling slowly to her side, she opened her eyes and saw the face of her son, Eric. As her gaze slid down along his body, she realized that he -- as she -- was totally naked. His arm was casually draped across her chest, a hand lightly cupping one breast. "Oh, my God!" she whispered, then, as the events of Monday came streaming into her consciousness in a burst-transmission from the back of her brain. "It was all real! I made love with my son!" It was summer, and so the morning light was warm, not cold, but it was no less sobering as she watched the memory spool out in her mind's eye, replaying everything the two of them had done with, and to, each other. "What have I done?" she murmured, suddenly stricken with terror. Slowly, carefully, she slipped out from under his arm and slid gently from the bed, trying not to awaken Eric. Blessedly, the hinges on the closet door were well-oiled and did not squeak as she reached for the light silken robe that hung on a hook inside. Donning it, she tucked her cigarettes and lighter into her pocket, picked up the ashtray and the empty wine glass, and padded quietly out of the bedroom, pulling the door closed behind her. Homesick For Mom Ch. 02 In the kitchen, she hit the button on the coffee-maker, thankful that she'd thought to get it ready the previous evening, before Eric had returned from cruising with his friends. She pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and sat, lighting a cigarette while she waited for the coffee to brew. "So, where do we go, from here?" she asked the empty room. Where, indeed? With what had happened between them last night, there were basically only two ways her son could react. Either he would be okay with it all, or he would regret what they'd done -- or, at least, his part in the escapade. Did she regret it, though, Susan asked herself. By the time she had poured a cup of coffee and lit a second cigarette, she had reached the conclusion that her response was going to be governed by his. If their love-making had in any way damaged the close relationship that they'd enjoyed before going to bed together, she would never stop hating herself for having started it. It WAS her fault, after all. She'd mad the first move, that afternoon in the meadow, when she'd sucked him off and then offered her pussy to his lips and tongue. If he was alright with it? Oh, god, please let him be alright with what we did! She wanted it to be alright with him because, deep down, she wanted it to continue. She'd never felt more alive, nor more in love with anyone in the world, than last night when he was hammering away at her pussy with his beautiful cock. No man had ever pleasured her half as much as her handsome son, nor had she ever felt as totally free to give of herself to a man as she had, with Eric. She SO wanted that aspect of their interaction not to be over! She sipped her coffee and took a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling the smoke along with a long, wistful sigh. She was just going to have to sit there and wait, wait until Eric awoke, to learn where the two of them stood. ******** Eric opened his eyes, finally, to find himself in his mother's bed, naked, and smiled. His sleep had been filled with wild erotic dreams of making love to his mother and, in those fuzzy moments that come just on the verge of transiting between sleep and wakefulness, he got the notion that it had all been nothing more than a dream. A wet dream, to be sure, but still only a dream and not reality. The manner of his waking, however -- naked, in his mother's bed -- convinced him that it had been otherwise. He really had made love to his mother, and she had been every bit as much a willing participant as he. In fact, now that the full memory of Monday came into focus, it was his mother who had actually initiated the whole thing. She had seduced him! Not that it was really a seduction, he mused. He'd always heard that it was as hard to seduce the willing as it was to rape them. Seduction usually involved some degree of reluctance or unwillingness on the part of one person, and neither he nor his mother had seemed at all unwilling. She'd let him know that she was aware of his feelings for her, and then told him that she felt the same way. That was all it had taken, really, and they had wound up making mad, passionate love to each other for half the night. He smiled at the memory, and then wondered at the fact that she was absent from the bed. Had she awakened to second-thoughts about what they'd done? It was possible. They had moved from the usual mother-son relationship into one that, to his knowledge, was only truly 'legal' in France -- though he had heard through the grapevine that they tended to turn a blind eye to it, in West Virginia. Was she sitting downstairs, even now, thinking about what they'd done and regretting it? "Better go and face the music," he murmured to himself. Taking a few moments to wash his face and run a finger-comb through his hair, he slipped into the black silk boxers she had given him for his birthday and headed for the kitchen. He tip-toed to the doorway into the kitchen and stood there, surveying the scene. She was sitting at the table, clad in a short silken robe, sipping coffee and smoking a cigarette. Her hair was still somewhat mussed from sleep, her make-up was smudged and a bit streaked -- had she been crying? -- and Eric couldn't keep his eyes off of her, she was so very beautiful. Padding softly into the kitchen, he stopped next to her and reached down, placing a finger beneath her chin to turn her face toward him. "Good morning, beautiful," he greeted her with a big smile, and then kissed her fully on the lips. At first, she tried to pull away, but he leaned into the kiss and prevented their lips from parting quite so easily. After a moment, she responded, fully pouring herself into the embrace. "'Morning, baby," she gave him a hesitant smile. 'Sleep well?" "How could I not, Mom," he chuckled. "I spent the night sleeping with the most beautiful woman in the world!" Her smile brightened, and then she took notice of what he was wearing -- and the fact his cock was obviously growing inside its silk enclosure. Her pulse quickened at the sight. "Sit down, and I'll get you a cup of coffee," she told him. She took another drag from her cigarette and stood to get the coffee, and Eric caught her waist and pulled her into another kiss before she could exhale. Sue found herself with the choice of exhaling through her nose, or into Eric's mouth. On a whim, she chose the latter, feeling her son's lips curl into a smile, even in the midst of the kiss. "So you DO like those 'special' kisses of mine, do you?" she joked with him. "I told you, I'd take kisses like that whenever you were in the mood," he reminded her. "What if I occasionally want to be on the receiving end?" she bantered back. In answer, he took the cigarette from between her fingers and puffed at it, inhaling and placing his lips to hers. As he breathed gently into her, he noted in passing that her smoky kisses of the previous night must have conditioned him to handle the smoke, because he had no urge to cough. He pulled his lips away from hers and watched as she vented a thin, weak cone of smoke at the ceiling fan overhead. "I guess that answers my question,' she told him with a soft, yet obviously pleased, smile. "Now sit down, and let me get your coffee." Her son's actions, at least thus far, had gone a long way to dispelling the cloud of doubt that had been hanging over her head. He appeared to be quite alright with what had passed between them overnight, and the thought that this new level of intimacy could continue made her very happy, indeed. Pouring a cup and adding the requisite amounts of creamer and sugar, she returned to the table and leaned over a bit more than was necessary to place the cup in front of him. She had loosened the belt of her robe while fetching the coffee, to expose more of her charms to her son, and so Eric had a perfect view of her taut nipples beneath the loose-fitting robe. His arousal increased another notch. An his cock began to pitch an obvious tent in the silk boxers. Sue returned to the counter with her own mug, refilled it, and returned to the table. As she took her seat, she made sure that the bottom hem of her robe parted, affording him a good peek at her moist pussy. She could see that he was fully erect, now, and straining for release. "Why don't you let that thing out to play?" she suggested coyly. "It looks terribly uncomfortable, trapped in there." "If you feel such pity for its condition," Eric returned, "why don't you set it free, yourself, baby?" It was the first time in his life that Eric had ever addressed her as anything other than some form of "Mom", and he was a bit nervous as he tried the variation, but the smile that lit her face as he said the word, 'baby', let him know that he'd done exactly the right thing. In turn, he smiled as his mother reached over and fished his rampant cock out through the slit in the boxers. "Now, doesn't that feel better?" she asked rhetorically. "It sure looks better! Mmm, I could look at your thick, hard cock all day long" "I don't want you to just look at it, baby," Eric told her as he took his raging hard-on in hand and began to lightly stroke it. "I want you to wrap those beautiful lips around it and suck it, and let me cum in your mouth! I want to feel my cum paint your tonsils, and then watch as you drink my sperm! Then, I want to spread your legs and lick your pussy and your clit until I make you climax as I taste your pussy juice on my lips and tongue!" "I'll do whatever you want, baby," she murmured, nodding, and her eyes were alight with eagerness. "Let me take care of my man!" Standing, she stepped over between his splayed legs, loosening the tie that held her robe in place. A sexy shrug of her shoulders sent it fluttering to the floor around her feet as she lightly dropped to her knees and grasped his cock in her dainty hand. She rubbed his glans over her sensitive nipples and across her cheeks and nose before finally taking him between her lips, all the time looking him in the eyes. Rolling her tongue around the head of his wonderful cock, she jacked him off into her mouth while caressing his balls thru the slick silk of his shorts until she felt him tense and swell. At that point, she lifted her mouth from his cock and slowly jacked him again, wanting to delay his orgasm for a few moments to let the cum in his balls have time to simmer a bit before boiling over. She knew, from experience, that this would produce a bigger load of cream, as well as heightened sensations for her lover. "Watch Momma take your hot load, baby!" she uttered the words in her throatiest, most sultry voice, feeling the twitches in his cock as his brain registered the naughtiness of her words. "Watch your cock fill Momma's mouth with your love. I'm going to drink every drop of your sweet cum, Eric! I love the taste of your seed! Come on and give Momma some cream to go with her coffee, baby!" She pumped his cock until she felt his seed surge up thru the rigid shaft and splash across her lips and tongue, filling her wide open mouth. She kept her mouth open as she swirled the hot, white nectar around with her tongue before swallowing it all and licking her lips with a smacking sound. Eric got up on shaky legs, led his mother to the living room couch, and laid her down. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel, Mom," he informed her. Remembering how wonderfully her son had licked her pussy on earlier occasions, Sue was not about to pass up another opportunity to experience such delights, so she didn't tell Eric that she'd actually managed to arouse herself so much -- while sucking his big, thick cock -- that she'd had a half-decent orgasm as his cum filled her mouth. Still, she was feeling in need of a cigarette to speed her recovery, and so she lit one as she leaned back on the sofa and bared her dripping pussy for her son's attentions. Eric started kissing her, beginning at her forehead and then working his way down her body. When he kissed her lips, he could taste himself in her mouth and on her tongue. Again, he decided that it was a taste he could get used to, provided that every time he tasted it, it was connected with his mother. He tweaked and sucked her nipples, rolling them in his mouth, first one and then the other, delighting in the sound of her moans and groans and the way her body writhed and undulated beneath him. He worked his way downward, stopping to ream her navel with his tongue before licking across her smooth lower abdomen to the target of his love. He sucked her labia into his mouth, one at a time, lashing them with his tongue as he gently nibbled them with his teeth and lips. He hadn't really paid attention, the last couple times he'd had his mouth between his mother's thighs, but now he cataloged and cross-indexed his actions and her reactions, trying to figure out what touches pleased her the most. "Come here, baby," she called softly to him, trying to cup a hand beneath his chin. "Later, Mom," he answered, his words somewhat muffled by the folds of her labia. "Just for a moment, honey," she pleaded. "Please? Just for a moment, and then you can go back to what you're doing." With a plaintive sigh, Eric surrendered to her request and levered his body back up to where he could face her. As he did, Sue closed her legs and shifted her posture so that he could sit in her lap with his face next to hers. There was a brief moment in which they were almost nose-to-nose, gazing into at other, and he could see her love for him blazing out of her deep green eyes. It was a moment that etched itself in his mind for eternity, as he understood in some wordless way that their love for each other had just touched a new level. His brain collected data from each of his senses... The warm feel of her body against his. The scents of his cologne (Nautica) and her perfume (Issey Miyake), the smoke from her cigarette, and the aroma of her pussy from the juices that coated his lips and chin. The look in her eyes and the devastating warmth of her smile -- a smile that he somehow knew would always be for him, alone. The overload of it all was nearly enough to bring tears of joy to his eyes. "I wanted to tell you, my darling," she began in a low voice, "that I love you so very much. And I wanted to let you know something else. I know I've already told you that no man has ever made me feel the way you're making me feel right now. I need you to know that it's not just a 'line'. It's the absolute truth." "Thank Dad for that, Mom," he told her. "What do you mean?" she asked, her face showing her puzzlement. "When I was twelve, my pubic hair started coming in, and I got my first real erection," he explained. It was kind of scary, so I worked up the nerve to go ask Dad about it. You had gone to the grocery store, so we had time, and he gave me what he called 'Part One' of the "Dad-Talk' on the birds and bees. It wasn't really a lot, but he let me know that what was happening to me was perfectly normal, as my body was starting to prepare itself for adulthood." He saw her glance at her nearly-spent cigarette, and paused to let her stub it out and light another. She gave him a quick smoky kiss, and then prompted him to continue. "Well, do you remember when I turned sixteen, and Dad planned that father-son fishing expedition?" "Yes." "Well, we really did go fishing, during the daytime but, after dinner that Saturday night, when we got back to the motel, Dad gave me 'Part Two' of his 'talk'. For this one, he had some photographs clipped from some pretty 'naughty' magazines, and a couple of DVD's and a portable DVD player." "Oh, my!" Sue exclaimed. "He never told me about that!" "It was supposed to be just between us guys, Mom," Eric laughed. "Of course he never told you. And I was sworn to absolute secrecy! The photographs were very explicit in what they showed, and the DVD's were triple-x-rated. I was only sixteen, and here was Dad, showing me stuff that you're supposed to be eighteen, to look at. He could have been charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor, if the wrong people got wind of what he did! "But, Dad was using the stuff strictly as 'visual aid' material. He wanted to satisfy a teenage boy's natural curiosity as to what a naked woman looks like, first of all. And, of course, there's the whole aspect of sex. In school, in Health class, we got the standard course in human reproduction, with almost no illustrations in the textbook and only the generic 'fit Tab A into Slot B' explanation of missionary-position intercourse. Dad wanted me to know about things like foreplay, so that I'd be prepared to be a good lover whenever the opportunity first presented itself to me." "Well, his lessons apparently worked," Sue laughed briefly. "Sort of," Eric nodded in agreement. "The first couple times, I was still a little nervous and fumbled a bit, but at least I had some idea of what goes on. But, yes, Dad's talk, and his maxims, did pay off for me, in the long run." "Oh, good grief!" Sue went wide-eyed. "He had 'maxims' for you, in a 'birds-and-bees' lecture?" "Well, there were only two," Eric shrugged. "There was 'Anything worth doing is worth doing well,' and 'Nice guys finish last.'" He had to wait, then, until his mother finished laughing at the second 'proverb', but even he had to admit that his dad had come up with a winning play on words, with that one." "Now," he said, as her laughter subsided, "if you'll be so kind as to give me one of your 'special kisses', I'd like to get back to what I was doing earlier, before your pussy gets cold." Sue smiled sweetly, fed him a smoky kiss, and then Eric began his slow descent along her body, starting almost from scratch to ensure that he built up her arousal to a proper level. Finally, after paying another round of attention to her labia, he drove his tongue deep into her love-tunnel, massaging her clit with his nose as he lapped up the sweet juices that oozed from her nether-lips. He inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with her womanly aroma. He sucked and licked her pussy and clit, driving up inside her with a hooked forefinger rubbing across the spongy-textured cluster if tissue that was her G-spot, until she screamed out in an overwhelming orgasm. He continued his efforts, loving the way her body jerked and writhed at his touch, until sue was forced to push him away because her pussy was too sensitive to let things go on any longer. Understanding that she was on 'overload' at the moment, he slid up onto the couch beside her, curling an arm around her while she spun down from her massive orgasm. It took her nearly half an hour, and two more cigarettes, but eventually she was nearly back to normal again, at which point she turned her face to him and begged him to fuck her one more time. This time, though, their love-making was slow and languid, a relaxed sort of coupling that was far different from their frenzied efforts of the previous night, but was nonetheless utterly enjoyable. When they had recovered from that effort, they walked hand-in-hand back to their bedroom and took a long shower. For the first time in over fifteen years, Sue washed her son's body for him, while Eric washed his mother's lithe form for the very first time, deciding it was something else he'd enjoy doing on a regular basis. As Eric glided his soapy hand over her body, Sue grew aroused again and repaid the favor by stroking her son's cock until it was rock hard. She was taken by surprise, though, when Eric lifted her in his arms, pinned her against the shower wall, and thrust his cock deep inside her. "Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed. "Do me, baby! Fuck me hard!" As aroused as the simple -- but never before experience -- act of showering together had left them, it wasn't long until they were both nearing orgasm once more. "Don't cum inside me, this time, baby!" she begged him. "What?" he asked. "Why not?" "I want you to pull out and cum all over my face, honey. Will you do that, for Momma?" The simple request -- the thought, in Sue's mind, and the words, in Eric's ears -- was all it took to put both of them over the top. Hastily, Eric pulled out of her and put her feet back on the shower floor. Sue dropped to her knees, slurping her son's cock into her mouth for a brief instant, then pulling it out and stroking it as it spewed forth its load all over her face." "That's it, baby!" she told him seductively. "Spew your hot cum all over me! Give your Momma a cum-facial!" Because he had already cum several times, in the span of only a couple hours, Eric's load this time was somewhat small, and he finished ejaculating quickly. Sue relaxed, letting her buttocks drop and rest on her heels as she knelt on the shower floor, giving her son a good long look at her face, blotched and splattered with his sperm. Then, looking him in the eyes all the while, she slowly and seductively scraped his seed from her face with her fingers and fed it into her mouth. Swallowing, finally, she stood and leaned past him to rinse the last film of it from her face. Homesick For Mom Ch. 02 "Well, I'm definitely increasing my intake of protein," she giggled, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Thank you, baby! That was a dynamite fuck, and you tasted yummy, as always!" At length, they left the shower, dried each other and dressed, and returned to the kitchen. Eric refilled their coffee mugs while Sue set about making them a late breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast. "Eric, we really need to talk about this situation," Sue finally broached the subject that both of them knew had been hanging over their heads throughout the morning. "What about it, Mom?" Eric asked. To his younger mind, there weren't really any major questions. He loved Sue, and she loved him, and that was all they needed to know in order to be comfortable with the situation. "Well, what we've done is something that is illegal, just about everywhere except for France," she explained. "We have to figure out where we're going to let this lead. What we did yesterday, and this morning -- all of it was absolutely wonderful, and I loved every second of it, but we have to face the facts. Do we keep on, as lovers, and risk getting caught, or stop now and for good? "I don't want to change a thing Mom, I want us to be together, forever." "There's a little more to it than that son, we have to be very careful and make sure that nobody else finds out about this. Let's be certain that we can live with what we're doing. If anyone finds out, we'll be outcasts in this town. I don't want to stop, but I don't want our names in the paper, either. Just be sure nobody finds out." "Don't worry Mom, no one will find out, because I'll never tell anyone. I could never live without you, now. I have to be with you, Mom!" "You're sure you want this to go on?" she asked him again. "Definitely," he replied. "Why? Are you sorry that you started this, between us?" "Oh, God, no!" she exclaimed. "At first, I was worried about whether or not you'd even be interested in me -- that is, until I overheard you and Ken talking about what you'd like to do to me, given the chance. And I have to admit that, when I woke up, this morning, I was worried about you, about what your opinion of me would be. Would you still love and respect a woman who'd go to bed with her own son? Once I found out that nothing between us had changed -- other than that we had become lovers as well as friends -- I was the happiest woman on Earth. I still am. I just need to be sure that you want this as much as I do." "I do," Eric reassured her, taking her hand in his across the small breakfast table. "I know that you had some 'female problems', a few years ago, and the doctor told you that you can't get pregnant any longer. If you could, though -- and if we could figure out a way to get away with it -- I'd marry you, and want you to have my babies!" "Then, I guess it's settled," Sue sighed with a smile. "We'll let this go on, and see where it leads us." Though she sounded confident with the decision, Sue was really still a bit uncertain. Though Eric couldn't see any down-side to their new relationship, Sue foresaw a few pitfalls. For one thing, Eric would be headed back to college in the fall, and she would be left at home, and alone again. After having a close male companion and lover for most of the summer, she wasn't sure that she could bear that return to virtual isolation. Plus, there was the distant future to consider. Ever since she had given birth to Eric, Sue had looked forward to more children. When she'd been told that, due to a problem with her reproductive system, it was doubtful that there would be any siblings for Eric, she had eventually accepted the fact and then set her sights on one day being able to play with her grandchildren. If she and Eric remained a couple for the rest of their lives, that dream would never come to pass, because there would never be a wife for Eric who could give him the children he so richly deserved. She pondered the situation for a day or so, and then came to the conclusion that she would just go with the flow. She would enjoy loving her handsome son for as long as she could, and slowly prepare herself for the day when he would set her aside in favor of having a legal wife and starting a family. Maybe -- just maybe -- he would find a woman who was just naughty enough not to mind occasionally sharing her love for Eric with his mother, though she truly doubted that such women existed. Having put the worry out of her mind, Sue enjoyed the remainder of the week. She rationed out her few remaining cigarettes for times when she could share smoky kisses with Eric and, when the pack was empty, she tossed it in the wastebasket without a second thought. They kept house together, played and made love, and went for the occasional drive in Eric's Mustang. But there were down-side aspects to the relationship that neither of them had foreseen, and those began to raise their ugly heads about three weeks into their new lives. Eric got a job as a carpenter's helper, working for the father of one of his friends. He didn't need the money, really, as both his college expenses and spending money were covered by the trust-fund he'd been left. Still, he had inherited his father's work-ethic and couldn't stand to hang around the house all day and not be accomplishing something, despite the delights his mother offered in practically every room in the house. His time at work was time in which Sue was alone, again. And there were the evenings, as well. In order to maintain appearances, Eric had to at least occasionally spend a night out with his friends, cruising the streets and looking for babes. Occasionally, the guys would score, and Eric would find himself saddled with having to appear to be interested in some reasonably attractive girl who was more than interested in hopping into bed with him -- all without doing anything which he thought would be 'betraying' his new-found position as his mother's partner and lover. He was constantly having to find or make excuses for why he wasn't spending practically all of his free time out with the guys, cruising for chicks in his new babe-magnet -- and why he was spending so much of his time at home with his 'Mama'. Sue had problems, as well, and some of them she shared with her son. The two of them went to the nearby shopping mall, one Saturday, and were made constantly aware of their plight as incestuous lovers by the actions of the people around them. The mall was packed with shoppers, many of which were couples who were holding hands and looking lovingly into each other's eyes -- and occasionally kissing passionately. Sue and Eric, of course, were forbidden to display their love for each other by engaging in similar actions, for fear that they might be observed by friends and neighbors who knew their true status as mother and son. The stress began to take its toll on Sue, first. By the end of the third week, she was an emotional wreck from having to keep her feelings under wraps. She had gone to the store and come home with a carton -- not just a pack -- of Winston 100's, and a stack of cheap plastic ashtrays so that she wouldn't have to carry one around the house with her, all the time. And, by the end of the fourth week, she had finally admitted to herself that her old smoking habit had fully re-asserted itself. Eric had begun to suffer immensely, too, but he had found a way to de-fuse the tension he felt, and it apparently involved spending a lot of time in his room, behind closed doors. It was, altogether, a situation that Sue could no longer cope with and, one night, it exploded inside her and she stormed down the hallway to Eric's room and opened the door. "Eric," she began, her voice a little more loud and harsh than she had intended, "We have to talk. Please come out to the kitchen, now!" She turned, then, and stomped back to the kitchen, and Eric heard the grate-and-scrape of a chair on the ceramic floor tiles, as she sat down. He took a deep breath, then reached into a drawer of his desk and pulled out a thick file folder he'd been working on for the last couple weeks. Tucking it under his arm, he grabbed his bottle of soda and followed in his mother's wake. "Eric, this isn't working, I'm going insane keeping all this inside." Sue began the conversation as soon as Eric was seated across the table from her. "I see all those happy couples around us, so in love with each other, and I'm not allowed to show how happy I am, whenever I'm out somewhere with you! It's just killing me!" "I know Mom," he nodded. "It isn't as easy as I thought it would be, either, but we can't stop now." Across the table, Sue slipped a cigarette from the ornate metal case that Eric had bought for her, just a week ago, when he'd come to understand that she'd gone back to being a full-time smoker. As she raised it to her lips, he picked up the lighter and gave her a light, then actually grabbed a cigarette for himself. While he still didn't consider himself a real smoker, he had discovered that Sue enjoyed receiving those smoky kisses as much as giving them, and so he had learned the rudiments of smoking in order to be able to pleasure her in that fashion. In the process, he'd come to appreciate the calming power of nicotine, and he wanted a bit of that, just then. "I don't want to stop," Sue sighed through a puff of smoke. "I love being your lover, and I really don't want to give that up. What I want is to be able to walk down a street, or at the mall, holding your hand like the other couples do. I want to show other people how full of joy I am, to have you as my man. But the only way I see, that we can do that, is for us to move to somewhere far enough away that nobody knows we're really mother and son. How can we explain moving away, to all of our friends? And, even if we move, do you really think we could pull off such a deception? I mean, won't people notice the age-difference between us?" "I've been thinking about all of that, for the last week or so, Mom," he told her. "In fact, that's why I've been spending so much time in my room, in the evenings. I've been doing some research on the Internet. Here's what I've come up with." He opened the file-folder and looked up at her again. "First things first," he began, taking a small puff and exhaling quickly. "Moving. You know that I want to be an architect, right? Well, the University of Miami has a really good architecture program, and the tuition costs there are actually less than where I'm going to college now. Between the money that Dad left, and what you inherited from your dad, we have far too much money to say that I got some sort of full scholarship to the university, but we can say that we're moving in order to cut expenses. Also, neither one of us has made any secret of how much we hate the cold and snow of the winters, up here. Miami is far enough away from here, don't you think?" She nodded, showing some interest, and Eric continued. "It's also nice and warm, all year 'round. Sure, there's the rare occasional hurricane to deal with, but folks have been living there for ages. If it was that bad, the place would still be swamps and jungle. Also, the cost of living is less, there, because you really don't have to worry about heating costs in the winter, and a lot of produce is locally-grown and therefore costs less to get from the field to the store. And there's no state income tax, there, either. The state makes enough revenue from the tourist industry." He paused, taking a quick puff and following it with a gulp of his soda, and then turned over the top page in the file. "Here's some photos I found in our albums, and scanned into the computer so that I could get them all on one page," he told her. "The first is a photo of you at age twenty, next to one of you, now. You can hardly tell the difference, even though you're some eighteen years older in the second photo." Sue looked at the photos, and was actually amazed by how little the difference in her appearance was, between the two photos. Only the hairstyles, and the clothing, gave any hint at the fact that one photo was taken nearly twenty years earlier. "If you take note, the third photo is one of Grandma, at age forty, and one of her now, at age sixty. See much difference?" He gave her a courtesy three-second count, then went on with his presentation. "I didn't think you would. And see how much the two of you look alike? Your family has some amazingly good genetics, for maintaining a youthful appearance. That ought to solve the age-difference problem, between you and me, unless someone demands to look at your driver's license or your birth certificate -- and that doesn't happen too often. "Now," he continued before she could comment, "do you remember -- a couple weeks ago -- when my Mustang had to go in the shop for inspection? You had to take me to work and pick me up, that day. You had your hair up in a pony-tail, and you wore one of those camisole skimpy-tops and a pair of short-shorts and sandals. And you gave me a hell of a good-bye kiss before you let me get out of the car." Sue remembered. She remembered all too well, because a number of the men on the construction site had wolf-whistled and cat-called when she'd kissed him. "After you left, one of the guys asked me if you had a sister, and none of them seemed at all suspicious that you were too old for me to be dating. I think that, if you dress the part of a girl in her twenties, instead of a woman in her late thirties or early forties, nobody will give us a second glance. And, given your genetics, it ought to last that way for a couple decades, at least!" "I'm beginning to see where you're going, with this," Sue told him, "and I have to admit that you make a persuasive case. What else do you have, in that file?" "Lots, Mom," Eric grinned at her, mentally fighting the urge to let things get sidetracked. She was taking another drag from her cigarette, and looking so sexy... "Like what?" Sue asked him, then, blowing her smoke at him in a teasing way. "Don't get me started, yet, honey? Please?" he begged. "Let me finish, first?" "I thought you said that nice guys finish last?" she giggled. "That's in the bedroom, not at the kitchen table," he groaned. "Really?" she cocked her head to one side as if contemplating an issue. "You've fucked me on this table, already..." "Mom!" "Alright, baby," she laughed. "Continue. You're already lightening my mood in a big way. What else do you have?" "Well, we've covered dealing with the age-difference, and a reason for moving south. After all, if I'm going that far away, to college, does it make sense for you to be that far away from me, and all alone? No. So we both move south to Miami. The logical next question is, of course, where we would live." He turned over a couple more pages and spread them out in front of her. "The Miami area is filled with a lot of really nice homes that were actually purchased as investment properties, by people from out-of-state. They're looking to retire in Florida, to get away from northern winters, so they find a really nice house somewhere near the water, and buy it. Then, they make arrangements to rent it out to folks who want to do a Florida vacation, but who don't want to stay in a cramped motel room. Maybe they have large families, or something. The rent-money is supposed to be enough to pay the taxes and the mortgage payments. "With the economy in its current state, some of the home-owners have lost their jobs and can't afford the payments on their primary house, let alone a vacation home. Add to that the fact that lots of other people -- who used to be able to afford to rent these houses for a week or two -- have lost their jobs, and can't afford vacations at all. A lot of posh real estate is ending up in foreclosure." "I see that on the evening news," Sue agreed. "How does that get us anywhere?" "Well, when the bank forecloses on a house, they have to list exactly how much is owed on the principle of the mortgage, and that's the selling price. Federal law on foreclosure won't allow banks to make a profit. So, say you have a house that's worth half a million dollars, but the unpaid mortgage balance is only a hundred and fifty thousand. That's what the bank has to sell the house for. "Now, Dad saw to it that you would own our house, free and clear, if he ever died. So we don't have anything but property taxes and utilities to pay, on this house -- and that means that we can afford to take our time in selling it, if nobody gobbles it up right away at your asking price. And I've been browsing Florida real estate. I found this gorgeous house in an area called 'Seven Isles', in Fort Lauderdale. It was originally worth almost a million dollars, but is being sold on foreclosure for a little over three hundred thousand, and I know we have much more than that, in the bank. I snooped in your papers, to make sure of that." Sue stared at the sheets of paper he'd laid out for her, as he pointed out all the features. The house was truly gorgeous, the sort that the location folks for CSI: Miami always seemed to select to represent the really high-class Miami lifestyle. It was four stories tall, with the bottom floor being garage, storage, and laundry, and the rooms were expansive, done in a modern architectural style. The kitchen was nearly three times the size of the one that Sue was used to managing, and filled with every built-in appliance one could want. Best of all, it was built out on a small, narrow island just off the big Intracoastal Waterway, and came complete with a beautiful yard and pool, plus its own boat-dock. "We don't have a boat," she teased him. "We can find one," he grinned back. "There are plenty of really nice sailboats and power boats, also on foreclosure." "What makes you think that we can get this house?" she asked. "What if someone else grabs it, before we can put an offer together?" "I raided my college money, and offered the realtor who's handling it a thousand dollar deposit for giving us first-option for the next month," Eric told her proudly. 'We have thirty days from yesterday, in which nobody but us can make an offer on the place." Eric stopped talking, then, because he had no more to say. The ball was in her court, now, and she had to come to a decision. He sat patiently while she lit a cigarette and shuffled through the paperwork. At length, she stubbed out the butt, laid the last of the papers back on the table, and looked up at him, her answer plainly written in the smile that lit her face. "Do you really want to do this?" she asked him, one last time. "Not the move-to-Miami part, but the other..." "What you really mean is, do I want us to live together like we were husband and wife, as far as all of our new neighbors and friends are concerned? Absolutely! There's nothing on Earth that I want, more! I want to grow old and gray, with you, and enjoy every day between now and then with you as my wife!" "Then, let's do it, darling," she nodded, and her voice was nearly breathless with her joy and anticipation. She stood and came around the table, and he rose and took her in his arms. "Forever, together, my love," he told her, his lips barely brushing hers. "Forever, together, darling," she whispered back. "I still hate to leave all our friends behind, but I can't live without you. I can't go back to you just being my son, now that I've had the pleasure of having you as my lover, as well. And, if we tell the truth, in just about every way but the sex, you've take over the 'husband' role, here, ever since we lost your dad. You did just fine, there -- in fact, with all of what you've just shown me, you've exceeded him -- both in bed, and out of it." "Thanks, Mom," he replied blushing slightly. Homesick for the Holidays It had been a long year. My first album was a smashing success and the touring to support it started in January and here it was almost Christmas and it was just winding down. The nightly parties had become more necessary than I cared to admit, the high of performing needing to be tamped down by as many substances, some legal, some not as I could get a hold of. As the end of the year approached I found myself getting nostalgic for times past. Of family holidays, of friends gathering to exchange cheer and gifts. Some nights I lay awake in that night's hotel room, my spirit and body tired, and tried to recapture some of that joy to help me make it through to dawn. During the tedious trip on the tour bus to the next gig, or between interviews or waiting for sound check I would close my eyes and imagine I was back in my childhood home, sometimes it was so real that I could almost smell my dad's pipe and my mom's plum pudding cooking in the kitchen. I just wanted to get on a plane, go back to England and stuff all the rest of it but then the performing monkey in me would plaster on that smile and pretend I was so happy to meet yet another reporter, glad to sign another autograph, happy to pose with a fan for yet another picture. I had prided myself that I was keeping this all under control but one day as we waited backstage for the gear to be loaded my drummer, Paul, took me aside. "I hate to pry, but you look like someone killed your puppy, boss. You wanna talk to Uncle Paul?" I meant to say no, I was fine, really. I meant to walk away and keep him from getting too close but instead I broke down like a child at his kindness. He pulled me into the dressing room and shut the door. He gently led me to the sofa and sat down next to me. To his credit he didn't say or do anything until I was sufficiently back in control of myself to stem the tears. "That wasn't quite the reaction I expected." Paul handed me a beer and opened one for himself, "You OK now?" I was feeling really embarrassed by my outburst. It went against my entire upbringing to show that side of myself to anyone. I was raised that men don't cry, especially around other men. I downed the beer in a few gulps and stood up, "I'd better check on the set up. See you at sound check." Paul frowned and grabbed my arm, "Don't just shut down on me like that." "I really have to go, thanks for the beer." I checked myself out in the mirror over the vanity, used my sleeve to dry my face and made for the door. Before I got to the exit Paul blocked my way. "I'm serious now. You are skirting the edge of a complete breakdown boss, you need to let someone in or you are going to be in one of those tie-in-the-back-jackets before the New Year." I was almost relieved to feel anger at his words, "And you're an expert Paul? I am just having a bad day OK? Now please get out of my way." With that I pushed him aside and tried to get past him. His eyes flashed as he pulled himself up to his full height, and he lifted me off the ground by my shirtfront and set me up against the wall. He slid me up until I was looking into his eyes, my feet daggling off the ground. "Listen little man, I am trying help out here." "Exactly how is this supposed to help me?" I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of this scene. He made a funny half groan, half laugh and loosened his hold on my shirt. "You are an intensely frustrating person, boss. Half the time I don't know whether to kick your ass or kiss you." Before I could enter my vote for which I'd prefer he leaned in and gave me a kiss left me breathless, then he set me down and walked out of the room. I leaned against the wall trying to get my heart to stop trying to run a marathon in my chest before collecting myself and joining the rest of the band on stage. That night at yet another generic hotel room, after turning down the generous offer of company from a willing groupie, I recalled Paul's kiss. He and I had hooked up once early on in the tour, in a rather sweaty three-some with my then girlfriend but that had been the end of it. She moved on after believing all those tabloid stories regarding my supposed infidelities and I was pretty much on my own. I closed my eyes bringing back the night she left me. I remembered asking her to be serious if I really slept with that many women, I reasoned, I'd never have time to sleep, eat or even play a gig! But she had all the proof she needed, some rag journalist's story with some doctored photos and that was it. By the time I had flipped past the 100th showing of "It's a Wonderful Life" I knew sleep was not to be mine, so I threw on some clothes, lit a cigarette and turned off the TV. "Merry fucking Christmas," I whispered, and went down to the hotel's bar. The place looked pretty empty which suited me fine, I wasn't there to be social; I just wanted to get so drunk that I could drive a nail into my arm and not feel it. I ordered a bottle of gin and took it to one of the dark booths in the back. I was three quarters of the way to that point when I became aware I was no longer alone. Paul slid into the booth next to me. "Are you following me?" I managed to slur out. "Yeah, I am, actually." He held the bottle up to the light and then set it back down, "You drank all that yourself? You are going to be sick as a dog in the morning, boss." "You know what I hate more than you calling me boss?" I sneered. "What's that?" "People who do not mind their own goddamn business!" With that I tossed the bottle at his head and tried to storm out of the bar. Problem was I had not taken into account the effect of all that booze on my balance. I went down like a sack of wet mud and whacked my head on the table for good measure, knocking myself out cold. Some time later I woke up to with an ice pack on my head and Paul sitting next to me on a bed. "OK that was not my finest moment" I laughed, and tried to sit up but my head was not ready for that and so I aborted the attempt halfway up. "You are one big mess, boss. How can such a fucked up boy like you be so damn desirable? I had the hardest time not ripping off your clothes and taking advantage of you when you were passed out." "I'm glad you resisted." Then he leaned in and gave me a kiss that made me forget the pain in my head. He pulled back and gave me a cocky grin, "Are you?" I surprised myself by saying, "Yes, I think it's better when I'm awake." That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed, before you could say "Father Christmas" he was undressed and helping me on the way to be the same. I tried to help him but he playfully slapped my hands from my shirt buttons and so I let him continue unaided. After he opened my shirt and nibbled his way down to my belt he undid that and slid my jeans down to mid-thigh. My breath caught in my throat as straddled my legs and bent to take me into his mouth. He was not gentle, at times scraping his teeth over my shaft but the pain felt right at this point and after a few minutes I came so hard I thought the top of my head was going to explode. He finished stripping me then he lay down on the bed and gently rolled me onto my side, his erection pressed into the small of my back but he made no move to go any further. Instead he spooned himself against me holding me tight in his arms. I was very keyed up and getting impatient for him to go on so finally I asked, "What are you waiting for?" Paul sat up and I rolled over on my back to look at him. "Can I say something?" "OK..." "Before we go any further, I just wanted to get something off my chest." He looked up at the ceiling, "I know you are more into women, but I have fallen in love with you. So that's what I want to say; I love you." Oh god, this can't be happening I thought. I sat up and gathered my clothes putting them on as quickly as I could. "You don't have to go." Paul watched me with sad eyes. "I think it's best if I do." I opened the door, "I'm sorry Paul. I really am." I took a shower once I reached my room and stretched out on the sofa. My mind refused to stop playing the hurt look on Paul's face as I left him. That soon morphed into the pain on my ex girlfriend's face as she told me goodbye. What is it with me? I wondered, how did I wind up making everyone, including myself, so miserable? I dozed off and dreamt I was home. I could hear my sister singing "Silent Night". I walked to the fireplace and stirred the fire, the smell of burning cedar mixed with pungent tobacco as my dad lit his pipe. Then my mother came into the room and started handing out glasses of eggnog. It was so real that I woke up with a smile on my face that quickly faded when I realised it was all a dream. I heard a knock on my door and a quick peek through the security hole made me doubt my sanity. There, in full regalia, was Father Christmas himself. I stepped back from the door and shook my head trying to clear the sleep out of it. I looked again and the vision was still there. Alright, I thought, this is interesting. I opened the door and let him in. "Hi Santa." "Hello young man, have you been a good boy?" he boomed at me. I tried to guess who was in the costume but the beard and the padding made that pretty tricky. "Hardly." "Well Santa's a very forgiving man." He laughed, and put a cloth sack down at my feet. Then in a normal tone of voice that gave him away he said, "Open it." "Paul, what exactly are you doing?" I asked. "Just play along, boss, OK?" then back in his Santa voice he said, "Go ahead young man, let's see what I brought for you." I reached into the sack and pulled out a medium sized box. He didn't say anything just gestured for me to open it. The box held a beautifully hand tooled leather guitar strap. The canvas one I had been using was showing as much wear and tear as I felt so this was a wonderful and timely gift. "There's more in there," he said in a soft voice. I pulled out a smaller box, and opened it, inside were some plectrums carved out of onyx and amethyst. I turned them in my hands a few times and felt them take on my heat to go from cold stone to warm almost living things. "I'm really sorry Paul, I didn't get you anything." It was hard to read his expression due to the full white beard he was wearing, but he stood up and opened the red jacket up and pointed to the belt buckle. It took me a moment to see that was decorated with a sprig of mistletoe. "Do they have the tradition of kissing under this in England?" "Oh definitely." I laughed and knelt in front of him, undoing his fly and taking his cock into my mouth. He placed his hands on my head lacing his fingers in my hair. He seemed to double in size as I moved my tongue over the head and tried to take him as deeply as I could into me. After a few moments he pulled out of my mouth and got down on the floor in front of me. He pulled a piece of peppermint candy out of his pocket, unwrapped it and placed it in my mouth. Then he pulled me to him and his tongue joined it. The feeling of his tongue moving the candy in my mouth was both odd and strangely erotic. The click of it as it hit my teeth kept time with the beating of my heart. Paul's hands were just as active as his tongue as he loosened and pulled my jeans down and cupped me. Then he shifted to being behind me, pushed my shoulders down and with one thrust was fully inside me, I bit down on the candy to stop from screaming from the initial pain. Luckily I knew that the pleasure was coming next. The faux fur from the Santa suit tickled a bit as Paul repeatedly thrust into me. He reached around and took my cock in his mittened fist and pumped me in time with his movements. My knees gave out when I came, so he rotated me so I was lying on my back legs spread wide. He glued his mouth to mine as he grew inside me and his thrusts became more erratic. Finally he stopped short and I felt his warmth flood me. He pulled out and turned on his side, I spooned myself against him and pulled his arms tight to me. "You were wrong when you said you didn't get me anything," Paul said, breaking the silence. "Huh?" "You did give me something for Christmas." He continued, and then he placed his hand on my chest, "You gave me your heart." I smiled, "Let's keep it in its original packaging though, OK?" "And to all a good night" he laughed and it was then that I realised, it was a Merry Christmas after all. Homesick Whore For Michael Lambert it had been a bad year. Very bad. The death of his wife had hit him hard. She had been the same age as Michael and it had made him suddenly question his own mortality. Those months felt like a long, dark tunnel with no light at the end. He had thrown himself into his work and keeping busy was a small mercy for which he was eternally grateful. He drove himself hard keeping long hours at the office and sometimes even staying there all night; failing to return home to the place which held too many memories. Friends had told him – as friends always did - that things would get better. Back then it was hard to believe but, Michael realised, they were right. It wasn’t a slow, gradual process as he had imagined it would be; he just woke up one morning and realised that, whilst her memory would always be with him, he could manage to live without her. Business, of course, was good. Money was available. Michael felt better. Almost energetic. He began to crave companionship – female companionship. Maybe even remarry. But at fifty years old the prospects didn’t seem all that good. The thought of re-entering the dating scene again after all these years, frankly filled him with dread and so he had decided to look for his companion in a different way. A holiday was what was needed, he decided. He had heard of men finding available women in far off places, of course, but the idea of the flesh-pots of Bangkok or South America seemed seedy and not really his style. After much deliberation, he had decided on Eastern Europe. He would visit Poland. As soon as Michael met Petra he knew that he wanted her. She had been serving drinks in a tourist bar when he first saw her. She was a little older than the other teenage waitresses and most of the single male tourists were more interested in the younger girls. This suited Michael fine and gave him more chance to talk to the woman that would eventually become the second Mrs. Lambert. Michael took Petra home and they were married in a quiet, civil ceremony in his hometown. There were no guests, no fuss, no drunken reception, just the coming together of two people who cared deeply for each other. At first, life was good. Michael introduced his new wife to his friends, family and neighbours. They were invited to dinner parties and barbeques. Michael enjoyed showing Petra off and she seemed happy. Sex had never really been an issue of great importance for Michael but now things were different. Petra’s sex drive was high. She enjoyed sex in all its forms and enjoyed it a lot. It wasn’t unusual for Michael to come home from work and be greeted by his Polish wife, naked and imploring him to make love to her. Michael enjoyed it too. The feel of Petra’s cool pale skin against his own, the scent of her freshly washed hair, the touch of her slender fingers on his inflamed cock, all drove him to great heights of passion. But slowly, Petra began to cool and Michael knew instantly that something was wrong. “I Homesick.” She said in answer to his question. “Want to see my family and friends back home.” The trip was easily arranged and Michael sorted out his own leave of absence from his company. Things were still going well there and he had employed a good, efficient manager. He could take charge whilst Michael and Petra were away. They had booked a suite of three rooms at a good hotel in the centre of the city. There had been nothing decided on how long they would stay but Michael was being philosophical. He would let Petra take as much time as she needed. The first few days were spent touring round old family houses. Now it was Michael’s turn to be introduced. There seemed so many family members and so many virtually unpronounceable names that, very soon, Michael’s head was spinning. “Not all family.” Petra had said to him on more than one occasion. “Some friends. Good friends.” Even the younger men? Michael wondered to himself with a hint of jealousy. They did all seem like VERY good friends. After the first whirlwind week Michael felt physically drained. Petra had announced yet another series of visits planned for that day, but Michael didn’t feel up to it. “You go.” He had said. “I’ll just take a long, quiet walk, grab some lunch and maybe visit a few museums or something.” Petra hadn’t argued and, after a light breakfast had kissed him goodbye and gone on her way. Michael’s exhaustion was greater than he thought and by mid morning he had decided to return to the hotel for a nap. The rooms felt warm and cosy and, wandering through into the second bedroom, Michael felt the tiredness begin to envelop him like a warm blanket. He lay down on the bed fully clothed and within a few minutes was fast asleep. The strange voices tore him from his dream world. Michael had no idea how long he had been asleep but suddenly he was wide-awake. The unfathomable voices were coming from the bedroom next door and Michael crept silently to the adjoining door and carefully cracked it open. He needn’t have been so careful. He quickly realised that the occupants of the room were so busy they were unlikely to have been disturbed by a truck driving through! For some reason, Michael was not all that shocked to see his wife in such a passionate embrace with her lover. His mind was suddenly clear. She was a highly sexual woman – he already knew that – and, oddly, it somehow seemed natural that she would take up with an old boyfriend at some stage. Seeing it happening now, Michael thought that it had merely been a matter of time. He felt strange; not angry or jealous, happy in fact. Happy that Petra was enjoying herself again. And Petra certainly did seem to be enjoying herself. She was naked – as she so often was when at home – and her pale skin seemed to reflect the dim almost ethereal light in the room. Her legs were spread and a young, dark man that Michael had been introduced to previously was between her thighs with his head pressed firmly against her pussy. Michael saw Petra smile when she saw him peering through the crack in the door. His first thought was to run and hide. He suddenly felt like he had been caught doing something that he shouldn’t – like when his mother had discovered him masturbating when he was a teenager. He could feel the heat of embarrassment emanating up through his body to crimson his face. Thoughts of sperm sticky fingers, an open sex magazine and a wailing mother suddenly filled his mind. But this wasn’t his mother; this was Petra. She was an open, gregarious, uninhibited woman and he was no longer a teenager. Michael took a deep breath and silently entered the bedroom. Michael watched as Petra’s breathing became more and more rapid as the young man flicked his tongue against her clit. The smile had transformed into a closed-eye look of sexual gratification and the heels of her bare feet drummed against her lovers’ back. Her climax hit hard and fast and Michael watched and listened silently as her back arched and her toes curled in orgasm. As the young man pulled his head back, Michael could see his wife’s wet and open vagina contract and twitch as the throes of climax washed over her body. Petra’s lover quickly replaced his tongue with two fingers. Michael saw the digits easily slip between Petra’s glistening gaping sex lips and stared fascinated as the man fingered her fast until she came again. “Mike. What are you doing back so soon?” Petra finally managed to gasp as her body quieted slightly. She was till twitching slightly in the warm aftermath of her orgasms. “Thought I’d take a nap. But somebody woke me up.” “Sorry, Mike.” “Sorry? Sorry for waking me or sorry that I found you with an old boyfriend licking your cunt?” Petra smiled wickedly. “Oh, I’m not really sorry for that!” She said. “And by the look of it, neither are you!” Mike looked down and realised that he was sporting quite a bulge in his pants. So absorbed had he been in his wife’s behaviour, his erection had come as quite a surprise to him. He felt himself blush again. “Lots of men like to watch while their wives fuck!” Petra continued. “You like to watch. Mike?” Michael looked down at the couple. The young man’s face smiled up at him, his contours glistened with Petra’s sex fluid. Silently, his head down and eyes staring at the thick pile carpet, Michael nodded slowly. It was true. He did want to watch. “Is good.” Petra exclaimed. She seemed to have no concern about her husband’s discovery of her adultery. “Is very good.” She repeated. “Now I make Pavlin hard so he fuck me good!” While Michael continued to watch, Petra and her lover, Pavlin – Michael guessed that he did not speak any English – manoeuvred themselves into a classic sixty-nine position. Petra stayed on top and straddled Pavlin’s face with her sticky slit whilst taking the young man’s thick cock in her hands and guiding him into her open mouth. Michael silently wondered how Petra was going to make him any harder; his cock looked so thick and swollen already. Both Petra and Pavlin were moaning deeply as their respective tongues pleasured each other and Petra was looking directly at her husband while she sucked down on the throbbing cock between her lips. Small rivulets of saliva trickled down the thickly veined shaft and mingled in the young man’s pubic hair. “Now he fuck me good!” Petra’s eyes never left her husband’s as she gave Pavlin’s cock one final lick and quickly rolled off him. Pavlin gave a low, reluctant moan as his cock sprang free and sat back to regain his composure. Mike looked on as his wife sat herself back against the iron bed head and once again spread her legs. Her hands gripped the metal rails and she lifted her legs up to expose a very wet, open pussy and her star shaped anus. Pavlin was on top of her in a second. His cock slid smoothly in to the hilt and Michael heard them both groan as he bottomed out. The fuck was fast and frenetic. Pavlin’s hips were a blur as he rammed himself in and out of Petra’s pussy. His fingers pinched and squeezed her stiff nipples cruelly but this only seemed to increase Petra’s ardour as she howled and cursed in Polish presumably urging her lover on to fuck her harder. The room echoed with the sounds of sexual excess and the cloying aroma of coupling bodies wafted through the still air. Michael could feel the hardness beneath his pants and massaged himself through the thick material. He wanted to cum badly. But that could wait, he thought. Pavlin might have been young, but his stamina wasn’t up to much and after only about seven or eight minutes he seemed on the edge of his own climax. “Suck me off, bitch!” he cried suddenly, pulling back from Petra and letting his hard, throbbing tool spring back against his stomach. Michael was more shocked at the man’s sudden use of the English language than he was of discovering the debauched scene in the first place. He was also shocked at his choice of words and even more shocked at Petra’s calm acceptance of being called a “bitch”. “Cost more.” Petra said simply. As Michael wondered what the hell was going on, the young man nodded briskly and pushed his cock back into Petra’s mouth. She accepted him willingly again and used her fingers to tease his balls, driving him ever closer to climax. With a sudden cry of exultation, Pavlin quickly pulled out of Petra’s mouth and kneeled back on the bed with his twitching cock standing proud. For a moment time seemed to stand still. Nobody spoke. Michael found himself holding his breath and waiting for the inevitable. Seconds passed. Seemed like hours. Then suddenly the silence was broken by a long, low moan from Pavlin. His trembling tool twitched once, twice and then a huge stream of cum surged from the tip. Michael let out a gasp at almost precisely the same time that Petra did. Her face was quickly awash with Petra’s sticky white emission that filled her open mouth and streaked her dark, sweat-matted hair. Suddenly it occurred to Michael what was going on. His wife had been a whore before he met her. Was still was a whore now. His thoughts soon turned to his hometown. How many of his friends were her clients? How many of his neighbours had she sucked off and allowed them to cum in her mouth? How many of his business colleagues or employee’s had fucked her well-used pussy? Or even thrust themselves into her tight ass? Too many questions and not enough answers, Michael realised. He had a decision to make and made it quickly. He turned to walk out of the door and out of Petra’s life forever. “Where you go?” Petra asked. She seemed to be panicking a little now. “You’re nothing but a whore.” He said calmly. “A homesick whore!” As Michael closed the door behind him and stepped out into the corridor he saw another older man about to knock. Suddenly he felt a deep sadness. He knew that he had made the right decision, but he would never forget his homesick whore. The End Homesick As he lay there while she rubbed his head and comforted him, his hand began rubbing her thigh unconsciously. He initiated rubbing her there at her thigh and moved south down over her knee to her shin, and back north to the top of her thigh. She did not stop his actions at all. She let him continue. If you looked at her, you would see enjoyment in her eyes. As he did this, her thighs widened ever so slightly. She did not open them too much, but she did do it two or three times as he caressed them. A new but different smile, that he didn't see, showed up on her face. Her eyes would close often. When she closed her eyes, she'd smile differently. To her, it was good that he rubbed her as he was doing. It was very good. She liked Gary's hand on her legs a lot! "Gary, you don't have to do that, although it's nice. It does feel nice. I should go to a masseuse and have that done. What you are doing makes me wonder. You have a nice touch." He looked up and when he did, her eyes were closed with a smile. He wondered why but then realized that she loved him caressing her thighs. "Oh my God, am I turning on my mom? Oh my God, I am even turned on." Thinking this he wondered if she knew what he discovered. His dick had become slightly hard itself and he hadn't noticed at first. Of course, since his body was stretched out down the couch, she wouldn't know that he was aroused. He didn't stop rubbing her thighs. He didn't slide his hand to the insides or anything. He just continued along the tops of them and her shins. This was good and both enjoyed what was happening. He was aroused and she was too maybe, he thought. You bet she was enjoying his company and his physical touching. His mom then put her hand on his back and rubbed it for a while. She slid it down over his shorts over top of his buttocks. She rubbed his back and his butt. He looked up to see what her expression was on her face as she did that and she smiled at him. Gary smiled back. "Mom, that's nice. I like the way I feel when you rub me there." "Honey, said his mom, I like the way I feel when you rub me too. May I ask you something? He answered yes. Have you wanted to hold me before or touch me even prior to this?" She intended to ask it differently, but it didn't come out that way. He didn't know how to handle the question. He was surprised and uncomfortable. He knew he had held her in his dreams. He never masturbated in the shower before, at least not with his mom in his mind. But he had dreams with her. Vivid dreams of the two of them and he liked each one he had. Gary wanted to hold her tight. He wanted to hug her. He wanted more! He wanted what he experienced in his dreams. "Mom, I don't know if I should say this, but I'm going to. I think I need to tell you something."