2 comments/ 165165 views/ 26 favorites Jacqueline Ch. 04 By: BookkeeperLover I awoke the next morning as if coming out of a coma. I was disoriented at first, thinking I was in my own bed. That is until I sensed a warm, soft body beside me and realized I was in my parents' bedroom, in my parents' bed, and together with my mother in that bed. She was laying there, head propped up on her arm, watching me, mascara still smeared on her cheeks, pearls still around her neck. She'd let her hair down and it fell in curls around her face and shoulders. She was a mess, and she was beautiful. She kissed her fingers, then pressed them to mine. "Good morning, sleepyhead. It's almost eleven o'clock. Do you plan on lying in all day?" "Hmm, good morning Mom," I groaned, stretching my stiff muscles. "Ouch. What did you do to me last night? I feel like I've been hit by a truck." "Moi? I just went along for the ride, Sweetheart. Don't you remember playing the gallant knight, bringing me home on horseback?" "Oh yeah, the piggyback ride. Not one of my better ideas, now that I think of it." "Actually, Sweetheart, it was a wonderful idea. It got us home - and more. Remember?" Oh yes, I remembered alright. How could I possibly forget last night? It had been a wonderful time - our first date, an evening spent together over a romantic and rather surprising meal, a sensual cab ride (could there be such a thing?), an unforgettable walk home... I rolled over. "Hmm, I can't quite remember all of it but with a little help I'm sure it'll come back to me." I slipped my hand under the covers and found a bare breast. She yelped. "My goodness, your hands are like ice! Brr! And say, that reminds me, I suppose I'm to thank you for relieving me of all my clothes last night?" "It was the least I could do, Mom. You were soaked, chilled to the bone. I had only the best intentions in mind." I gave her my sweetest smile and kissed her, her neck, then her bare shoulder. I shifted a little, aiming lower. She caught my chin and brought me up face to face. She laughed softly. "I'm sure you did, my Dear, just as you do now, hmm? Hon, as much as I'd love to stay in bed and enjoy the rest of the day with you, I think we took a big risk last night. I know your father told us he'd probably be away for the week but we both know how often his plans change. Coming home to find us together in his bed would not end well, would it? We need to be more careful. I promise you: I am here for you, I want to be with you. I simply can't risk losing what we have, all that we have together. You do realize what we're doing is against the law, don't you? If anyone ever found out... I hope you understand." "I do, Mom. I didn't really stop to think about it. I guess I was just too tired after everything that happened. Actually, no. The truth is I didn't want it to end, I didn't want to leave you here, alone in a big, cold bed." "I know, Darling. And I'm glad you stayed with me. You have no idea how heart-warming it was to wake up and see you here beside me this morning. I hope someday we can do that anytime we want but until then..." I rolled onto my back and yawned. "I know you're right, Mom, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." I sat up and groped under the bed for my boxers. Yuck. They were stiff with cum and still damp from the rain. I gave up that idea and stood up, stark naked in front of my mother. "What a beautiful young man you are, Bradley." "Thanks, Mom, but you're the beautiful one here. There's no one like you." I knelt on the bed and kissed her, then gathered up my clothes. "I'm heading for the shower." "Take your time, Sweetheart. Let's let it be a lazy day today. I'll go down and make us some breakfast whenever you're ready." ... It was a perfect day to be lazy -- cold, grey, with rain streaking the windows. We broke all the rules and spent the entire day indoors, I in a fresh pair of boxers and my ratty old favorite sweatshirt, Mom in her thick velour bathrobe. We huddled together on the couch in front of the library fireplace, drinking tea, reading books and magazines, listening to music - simply enjoying each other's company. Every couple of hours or so, one of us headed out for fresh supplies: another pot of tea, a snack or two, more logs for the fire. It was exactly the kind of day we needed, nothing but rest and relaxation, good old r&r. We hardly moved all day. ... Night was falling, rain pelted the windows, wind swirling around the house. The fire crackled, keeping us warm. We were sitting at opposite ends of the couch, feet intertwined, reading. I looked up at her and smiled, remembering all those years ago sitting on this same couch with her, my head on her breasts. She saw me staring at her. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" "Oh, just remembering something from a long time ago." "Oh yes? Tell me." "Well, seeing you here like this, it reminded me of way back when we got our first tv." "And you were sitting beside me, rubbing your cheek all over my breasts?" "You remember that?" "Of course I remember. How could I forget? "How did you know what I was up to?" She winked. "Mothers know their sons much better than we let on. Besides, you weren't very subtle. Had I let it go on, you probably would have had my nipple in your mouth before too long. And it was getting me a little... warm, shall we say? There was no way I could let it continue any further." "Wow. I had no idea." "Darling, you were what, perhaps ten at the time?" "Something like that. I guess it shows just how much I've always been attracted to you." She smiled again. "Oh, I've known that for a long time. As I say, you weren't terribly subtle." "What do you think, for old times' sake..." She swung her feet out of the way and patted the cushion beside her. I slid over and rested my head against her breast. She began to run her fingers through my hair. I nestled in tighter and - just as she had done back then - she slouched down to make me more comfortable. "Wow, this feels..." "This feels lovely, Sweetheart, absolutely lovely. Do you recall what it was you were hoping would happen?" "I don't remember anything much other than feeling you against my cheek and desperately wanting to touch you." She loosened the sash of her robe and spread it open slightly. "Well, it looks like your wish might have finally been granted, hmm?" She brought my hand up and slipped it under her robe. We spent quite a long time like that, my head on her, a hand exploring her breasts, caressing them gently with my fingertips. Once again her nipples were aroused, hard and long. I felt like I was my ten-year old self again, only this time my wildest dreams had come true. She kissed my hair. "There's another part of me you're welcome to touch, Sweetheart." She pushed the robe away from her legs and spread them slightly. My scalp tingled and my ears were buzzing as I watched this hand, my hand, slide down under her robe and up between her thighs. She jumped slightly when I first touched her but then relaxed and sighed as I pressed further up, feeling the soft mat of hair, the fleshy mound, the moist lips. She opened her legs wider and ran her hand up and down my arm, her eyes closed, breathing softly. "That feels wonderful, Darling," she whispered, "I couldn't want for anything more than you here with me, just like this. I love you," she squeezed my arm, "and I love this." I slowly slipped inside her, pushing my fingers in as far as I could, feeling her wet heat. I found that small nub with my thumb and pressed it. Her legs jumped, belly tight. "Oh! Oh... mmm," she moaned softly, relaxing again, "yes, just like that." I followed her guidance, letting her move my hand, telling me where to touch her, how to touch her, what felt best. I lay there in rapt silence, listening to my mother's voice as she shared this most intimate moment with me. She whispered, "There... that's it, now move it like this... mmm... exactly. Yes, keep doing that." It was late evening now and the flickering light of the fire held us in a warm glow. She was breathing harder, guiding me more urgently, telling me what she could feel, how her body was reacting to my touch. "Oh! Can you feel it, Hon? Oh... do that, do it faster... now slowly, slower... now touch me there again... oh!" A spasm ran through her belly. "Now faster, harder... that's it... yes... oh!. She was lost again, her body shuddering, legs trembling. She pulled me to her breast, her hips rising up against my hand. She was half-moaning, half-crying, her chest rising and falling with each gasp. Her robe fell away to reveal a body tossed by the waves that washed over it, waves brought on by the movements of my hand. "Tha - that's, oh, no more. No more, Hon, oh my goodness." She collapsed against the couch again, exhausted, limp as a rag doll. I went to pull my hand away but she caught it between her thighs, squeezing hard. "Oh, Bradley. Oh my sweet Darling." Her body was on fire and there was a fine dew on her chest. She brought a hand to her forehead and blew her cheeks. "Oh, what you do to me. Phew!" She bent down and kissed my cheek, squeezing my shoulder. "You are a wonderful lover, my son." I turned to face her. We kissed. I played with her hair as she ran her fingertips across my eyes and around my chin. We kissed again and were soon caught up in the passion that ignited so easily between us. She slid her hand down my chest. Little shocks traveled up my spine when she took hold of my cock and drew it out into the open. I pressed my lips harder to hers when she squeezed and began to stroke it, a slow, constant motion. I lay back, looking into her eyes, her arm cradling my shoulders. I closed my eyes, savoring this moment. She moistened her palm with the clear drops that were beading up. Her hand was hot, delicate and yet strong. She knew exactly what to do and soon my gut was taut, reacting to her fingers as they touched and explored, always returning to that steady stroke, up and down. When she felt the throb and heard me groan, she squeezed and pulled hard, a sort of milking action. My belly was tight, knees up as she brought it to an end, easing her grip but not letting go. When it was finally over she bent down and kissed me. "My baby," she whispered. We stayed there in each other's arms until the fire died down and the chill night air crept into the room. She brushed the hair from my eyes and kissed me again. "It's late, we should be getting to bed Sweetheart." We climbed the stairs, my arm around her shoulder, her hand pressed over mine. At the landing she stopped, turned and hugged me tightly. "Good night, Hon, sweet dreams. I love you so. I wish it wasn't over yet." "Good night, Mom. I know why it has to be but if you change your mind..." "You'll be the first to know, my dear." She smiled, rose up and gave me one last kiss, then disappeared into her bedroom. I fell fast asleep listening to the rain on the roof, with thoughts of my mother, the two of us together in front of the fire. ... Sometime in the middle of the night I heard the telephone ring, an insistent sound in my subconscious, bringing me back to the cold, cruel surface. I lay there in the dark, barely awake, catching words and brief sentences coming from the bedroom down the hall. "Well, why shouldn't we... that's absurd... yes, Dear... for how long? If you think it's that important..." Her voice rose louder, "Very well, good-bye!" I drifted back to sleep and dreamed that she crept quietly into my room and slipped under the covers behind me. I dreamed that she brought her arm around me and pressed her body tightly against mine. I dreamed I could feel her body tremble as she cried silently in the darkness. ... It was a bright Sunday morning and the sun was pouring through my bedroom window when I finally woke up. As I slowly came to I tried to bring back the details of what I had heard, had dreamt through the night. Had she really come to my room last night, spent the night here with me? Why? What happened? Was it Dad who called? Why were they arguing? I felt the bed sheets behind me. They were still warm. I could hear the clattering of pots and pans off in the distance. She was up, apparently making breakfast. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt then headed down the back stairs to the kitchen. I saw her standing at the counter, still in her robe, the smell of freshly baked scones in the air. "Good morning, Hon," she said quietly. "I hope I didn't ruin your sleep." "No, not at all. So tell me, did I dream it or did you...?" "I needed to be close to you Hon. Your father called last night." "Yes, I think I heard some of it. What happened, are you okay?" She stopped what she was doing and came over to me. "We had an argument, that's all. He called the night we were out and apparently expected me to be waiting by the phone in case he did. He also told me he was changing his plans. After the Seattle client he's going down to California to look into some new business he's been working on. He won't be back 'til the end of the month, so he says." "So that's good news, isn't it? We'll have some time to ourselves?" "Yes, Sweetheart, that is good news. It just upsets me that he expects so much from me, to be here at his beck and call at all hours. I just wish he..." "Appreciated you more?" "Something like that. You know how it was when he suddenly showed up on Wednesday. How was I to know? So many things not to his liking, nothing I could do to please him. It's... it's soul-destroying." I gave her a tight hug. "Well, he's not here now, it's just you and me." She squeezed me tightly. "You're absolutely right, my Love. It's a beautiful morning, let's not spoil it with such talk. Sit, let me pour you a coffee. Would you like a scone?" We sat together, enjoying the warm sunshine. The rain had finally passed and the breeze coming through the open kitchen window was cool and clear. It promised to be a beautiful day. "Do you have any plans for today, Bradley?" "Not really. You?" "I was thinking -- hoping, rather - wouldn't it be lovely to ride our bikes up to the point for a picnic, perhaps even a swim? I could use some fresh air." "That's a great idea! When do you want to head out?" "As soon as possible, Hon. It won't take us long to get ready." We both headed upstairs to collect our things. I pulled on a clean pair of trousers over my swim trunks, grabbed a beach towel and headed outside to bring our bicycles out of the garage. A few minutes later she came skipping down the steps with a small lunch, a blanket and towel in her arms. Once again my mother managed to look as glamorous as ever. She was wearing a scoop-necked pullover in wide blue and white nautical stripes. It clung nicely to her figure. She wore a white pair of Capri's. A headscarf, sunglasses and canvas sneakers completed the outfit. She looked like a movie star on holiday. "How do you manage to always look so beautiful, Mom?" She smiled and kissed my cheek. "You really know how to warm a girl's heart, Hon." We loaded her carrier with our gear and rode off toward the outskirts of town. The area we were heading for was a long point of land jutting out into the ocean. It was sheltered by some outlying islands, a perfect place to spend a day. Back then there weren't nearly as many houses as there are now. The area was still open to the public, with what amounted to a dirt track leading to the beach. We rode single file along the road leading out of town; there was enough traffic to make us cautious. I rode behind, keeping a lookout for cars. I also managed to keep an eye on the gorgeous figure riding ahead of me. Her slacks were tight across her bottom. Her long legs stretched out for miles as she pedaled along. She was leaning slightly forward, arching her back in a long graceful curve. My bike was one of those (back then) exotic European racing types with the down-swept handlebars. I was leaning far forward. The temptation to reach out and touch her bottom kept running through my mind. I swear, sometimes I was sure this was all a dream. The traffic finally cleared as we left the edge of town. I drifted out into the roadway to ride beside her. I had a good side view of her and could watch her breasts as they responded to every bump in the road, swaying and bouncing. It was difficult to concentrate on cycling. A car or two occasionally passed us going the other way, driving into town. The long stares from the men at the wheel made it obvious she'd caught their attention as we rode along. Bent over the way she was with that scooped neckline, they were probably getting a pretty good view of her cleavage. Somehow she sensed I was watching her. She grinned, never taking her eyes off the road. "I know what you're looking at, you naughty boy. Hasn't your mother taught you not to stare at a woman's breasts?" "Well, now that you mention it, no she hasn't. Just the opposite, in fact." "Really! I'm shocked! Imagine a mother letting her son stare at her as she rides along a bumpy road! What is this world coming to?" ... A few minutes later we pulled up at the edge of the woods leading to the beach. On this side of the point we were sheltered from the ocean breeze. There was a long crescent of golden sand bordered by low brush and trees. There were several other parties already there: families, couples, a bunch of teenagers. We leaned our bikes against a nearby tree and found a little hollow in the dune above the beach. A scattering of small bushes sheltered us from the breeze and gave us a little privacy. We spread out the blanket and flopped down, tired and hot. The sun was higher now, heating the sand and air around us. It was time to cool off. "Phew! I'm ready for a swim." She kicked off her shoes, knelt down behind one of the bushes and began undoing her slacks. I took the little lunch sack from her bike, hid it in the shadows of the trees and threw my towel over it to keep it cool. By time I turned back she had finished pulling her street clothes off. My jaw dropped the instant I saw her standing there. Instead of the usual conservative bathing suit, this one was low-cut and strapless, brilliant red with black trim. The effect was stunning. My god, she was gorgeous. Not beautiful "for a mature woman" -- no qualifier was needed. She was very simply the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, anywhere. The long graceful curves of her legs led to the sensuous arc of her hips, up through her slender waist, took a leaping jump out along her bust and came to rest in the sweep of her delicate neck. And her face! Do you remember that glamorous 1940's actress, Hedy Lamarr, the one they called the most beautiful woman in the world? She could easily have been her twin. Every male within twenty yards was either staring at her or trying to catch a secret glimpse without their wives noticing. She winked at me. "Surprise! What do you think? Do you like it?" "Holy smokes. When did you...? You look fantastic. Wow." "Aww, thank you, Sweetheart. The last time I was in the city I saw it and thought it would be a nice change from the old drab one. Your father hasn't seen it yet. I'm not sure how he'd react." "Too bad for him!" She laughed and ran for the water, leaving me behind to strip my street clothes off and chase after her. "Come on, you, time to cool off!" she called over her shoulder. She was standing at the edge, letting the cold water swirl around her feet when I came up behind her. I took her by surprise, snatching her up to carry her further out. "Oh! Oh, don't you dare! Put me down!" "As you wish." "Ack, no! Wait!" Too late. I set her down, the cold water up to our waists. My skin was all gooseflesh. Jacqueline Ch. 04 "Oh, you little beast," she laughed, shivering, "that was cruel!" I kept pushing her along until we both dove under and let the cool water wash the heat of the day from us. She popped up a few feet away, laughing, pushing the hair off her face. "Oh it's lovely, isn't it? What a lovely day!" I simply stared at her breasts, saying nothing. "What is it, Hon?" She looked down. "Oh my!" She quickly brought her arms up and dropped down under the water. The cold had hardened her nipples and they were very obvious, very obvious. The smooth, tight bathing suit made them stand out like thimbles. "Well, that's what I deserve for buying one without any padding. Perhaps I should save it for the patio at home? In the meantime, what? What will all those mothers on the beach think if they see me like this? I'll have to warm up before things, ah, you know, settle down. Gosh, it's like the restaurant all over again." It's funny how things sort of pop into my head sometimes. Grinning from ear to ear I said, "Well, I suppose I could warm them for you." Surprisingly, she took me seriously. "Do you think anyone would notice? I mean, it's not like we're boyfriend and girlfriend fooling around out here." Looking around, she drifted toward me, the water up to her neck. "Ok, give it a try. Just don't get too close or people will think we're up to something out here." There was no need to ask me twice. I was more than willing to help out a woman in distress. I dropped down into the water as well, then reached out and cupped her breasts. She pulled her shoulders back to thrust them toward me. I curled my fingers and took their weight, my palms pressing on the stiff nubs. My cock immediately started to wake up and take notice. I squeezed gently and rubbed my palms against her. "Now Sweetheart, don't be getting any ideas. You're supposed to be helping, remember?" "I'm doing my best, Mom. You're not making it easy." I slid my fingers down behind the fabric, catching her nipples between them. "I suppose this isn't helping either?" "Bradley! We're out in front of the whole beach! Don't you dare!" I pulled my hands back. "Sorry, Mom. It's awfully hard to resist. As I say, you're not making it easy, not with that suit." "Oh, Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scold you. It's just that, well, we're right out in the open. We had a close call in the restaurant; imagine if someone caught us out here." "I don't think we have to worry, Mom. Nobody's paying any attention to us. We're far enough away that no one would see." "So, what are you suggesting, that I let you pull my top down and play with my breasts?" A little grin crossed her face. "If you insisted, then I guess I'd have to." I grinned back at her. "You are a little devil, my Dear." She took a quick look around. "Okay, but don't be obvious. I'm serious, if someone catches us..." "I'll be careful. Just keep an eye out for anyone coming." I reached out and peeled the top of her suit down, setting her breasts free, fully exposed. I cupped them in my hands, feeling their weight, the stiff nipples once again against my palms. My cock was at attention now, forming a tent my bathing suit. My eyes were locked on the scene underwater, my own mother's bare breasts in my hands. I heard her moan. Her eyes were closed, chin up. She was biting her bottom lip. "Hey, I thought you were keeping watch." "Yes, well, you're not making it easy. If we keep this up, there's no telling what might happen. Judging by what I can see down there," she nodded at my bathing suit, "it's quite likely something will. Let's go back to our blanket, Sweetheart." She pulled her suit back over her breasts, making sure they were well tucked in, then stood up. She looked down. "Well, obviously that didn't help matters at all. Look at me!" "Look at you? I am, believe me." "Oh, Sweetheart, it's not funny! It's embarrassing, Hon. I've always been self-conscious about how large my nipples get." "Mom, for pity's sake, don't be! Holy smokes, if you only knew how sexy you are you wouldn't be embarrassed at all. C'mon, let's head for the blanket. The sun will warm you up." In spite of my assurance, she walked quickly out of the water, hands clasped under her chin, arms pressed against her breasts, trying to hide herself from any wandering eyes. Once we were down behind the bushes, more or less out of sight, she finally relaxed and lay down on her back to soak up the warm sun. "Are you getting hungry, Mom? I'll go get our lunch if you'd like." "Yes, I could do with a bite, thanks Hon." "Be back in a minute." I hiked up to the bikes, taking my time, enjoying the hot sun on my skin. I had towel and lunch satchel in hand and was heading back when I saw him. A young guy about my age was standing there, looking down at her. She was sitting up, shielding herself with her towel. What the hell? I ran. They were having a heated conversation in some sort of foreign language. He was staring at her, making stroking motions in front of his crotch as if he was jerking himself. Her voice was trembling. She heard me running towards them. "Bradley, thank god!" "What the hell? Who are you?" He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place him. "Bradley, make him go! This is awful!" He looked at me, sneering. He spoke with a heavy accent and then I knew: he was one of the busboys from the restaurant. "No problem, gars, I only talking with your putain here (I heard her gasp when he said that) and how nice her big nénés are. Yah, man, she has nice big tits, non? I seen you from here, seen you play with them. My turn, eh? How much to stick my cock up her chatte, heh?" He turned to her. "Big beauty like you trés chere, heh? How much you charge for fuck, heh? How 'bout just play wit' your tits just like him, heh? I seen you at the restaurant, real nice. Maybe you cost too much to fuck, maybe just suck mon bite, heh?" Her face was flaming red, eyes wide, her hand covering her mouth. She looked at him, then at me. Her eyes were filling with tears, she looked terrified. "What the hell? Fuck off, asshole! Get out of here!" I came toward him, fists clenched, ready for a fight. He turned and ran, ducking into the woods and disappearing. I chased him for a little ways, then hurried back to her. "Mom, what the hell? Who was he? Where'd he come from? Did he hurt you?" She was hurriedly pulling her clothes back on, tears streaming down her face. She held her hand up to me, motioning for me to stop where I was. "No," she sobbed, "please Brad, don't say anything. Please, I have to go home." She gathered our things and without another word ran to the bicycles. I followed her, totally unsure of what to do. Didn't she want me to come with her? What in hell just happened? I stood there at a complete loss as she mounted her bike and rode off. She was frightened, obviously. But there was more. Was she mad at me? What the hell was going on? There was no way I was going to let her ride home alone, not after that scene. I was afraid the little shit might show up again, make matters even worse for her. I followed her out onto the main road toward town. She didn't look back, just kept pedaling frantically for home. I stayed a little distance behind, watching her, hoping she would at least acknowledge that I was there but she just kept on straight through town, back home. It wasn't until she was getting off her bike that she looked back at me. Her eyes were red, her cheeks wet. As she saw me come up the drive, her lip quivered and she broke into tears again. I stood there facing her, frozen, my bike between us, just a few feet apart. She hesitated, then quickly stepped toward me. She brought her hand up. I closed my eyes and braced for the slap I thought was coming. But it didn't. There was a pause and then I felt her fingers softly touch my cheek. I looked at her. "Mom...?" She put a finger to my lips. "Shh. Please." she whispered, her voice quivering, "I need to be alone right now. That's all." With that she turned and ran up into the house. I stowed the bikes in the garage and sat down on the steps of the side verandah, my chin in my hands. I replayed the whole scene over in my mind, trying to figure it all out. Where had this guy come from? Did he see us? Yes, obviously he had, he'd seen us in the water. Shit! That was it, wasn't it? I'd talked her into letting me play with her out there in the water. Oh shit, this was all my fault! How could I have done that to her? Now what? How could I ever make things right again? There was a wrenching knot in my gut. I felt cold, a pain behind my eyes. What a supreme fuck-up this was. Eventually I went inside. I washed up and put the picnic things away, then took our towels to the laundry room. I knew she didn't want to see me right then so I used the time to get myself back together, back into my street clothes, clean up a bit. I mounted the stairs, heading for my room. Her bedroom was dark, empty. Her clothes were scattered carelessly on the floor. I guessed she might be in the bathroom. I went to it and tapped lightly on the door. "Mom," I whispered, "are you there?" I heard a swirling of water. She was in the bath. She answered softly, "Yes Sweetheart, I'm here. I'll be out in a little while. Could you... could you possibly make us some tea? I promise I'll be downstairs soon." Well, at least I knew she was okay. And "Sweetheart" was a good sign, wasn't it? ... When she finally came down, her hair was damp and combed straight. She was in her thick, velour bathrobe, one hand holding the collar up around her chin. She held her arms tightly against herself as if she was cold. She sat down at the breakfast table while I poured the tea and brought it to her. "Thank you Hon, I really need this." She sighed as she sipped the hot cup, lost in thought. I sat down across the table from her, feeling like I should probably keep my distance -- at least until I knew her thoughts. She looked up and saw me there. Instantly, she was crying again. "Oh, Bradley! Please, no! Don't! Don't push me away!" she sobbed. I rushed to her, knelt down and held her hands. "Mom! I'm not! I couldn't! I - I just don't know what to do. I don't know if you want me to even be here." Now my eyes were filling up. "I love you, Mom. I could never push you away. I thought you were angry with me." "Oh Sweetheart, no, don't ever think I don't want you here. I need you Bradley. I need you with me now more than ever." She held me tightly, kissed my forehead. "Please, sit down here beside me." She paused for a minute and then took a deep breath. She looked up at me. "It's time. It's time to tell you... everything. I have so much to explain." ... For the next hour and more I sat there, holding her hands, listening intently as she finally revealed her past to me, the mystery she had rarely allowed even a tiny glimpse of to anyone. I always knew it was some kind of secret, something she never spoke of, not even to her own son. As she carefully revealed her true life I sat there staring at her, completely dumbfounded, my hair standing on end. To say the least, I had never expected this... ... She was born shortly after what she called the "Great War", in England. I had been told at some point that she came from a rich family -- by her manners, her tastes, the way she carried herself, that seemed fairly obvious - but apparently they were a lot wealthier than she'd ever let on. Her parents, my grandparents, whom I had only vaguely heard about and never met, were apparently members of the English and European aristocracy. I wasn't entirely clear on what that meant but for her as young girl it meant a very privileged life full of nannies, servants, horses, a house in a place she called Belgravia and another place, a big manor house out in the country. Her mother's side of the family had a large property in central France, Burgundy, she said. It was a life I'd only heard of in fairy tales. I couldn't imagine what it must have felt like for her to end up living in our little town. "My mother's name is - be ready for this -" and then she rhymed off a string of names, only two of which I caught, Jacquette and Comtesse. "And my father, your grandfather, is..." and off she went again - George Francis somebody or other, Earl of something, something. "I thought I heard your name in there somewhere, your mother's?" "Almost. We were both named after a great, great grandfather. Actually, we're both named after a whole long line of people. My full name is Lady Alberta Huguette Jacqueline Adelaide Fairfax. And while we're on this, let me tell you a little secret. My name is actually pronounced "Jah-cleen". I changed it when I came to New York; it helped me to fit in a little better - not that it made much difference. So anyway, what I'm trying to say is... the thing is... I come from a very old family." "So that's the accent you've been trying to hide, English? But I heard you talking to that guy. That was French wasn't it?" "Yes, Hon, it was. I speak French. Your grandmother is French, very French. I also know German. And Italian. But I don't manage those very well anymore." "Holy smokes, Mom, what kind of school..." "Shh, let me finish, Hon." She went on to tell me how, after she was born, once the novelty of being first-time parents had worn off, her mother and father went back to their own lives, leaving her in the care of nannies and servants. Her life was filled with private tutors she hated, boarding school bullies she fought, long days alone during the school holidays. Her parents would often suddenly leave her behind, her father off to yet another polo match or regatta or business trip in a faraway country, her mother to more European shopping trips and health spas, usually with her latest lover. I could hear the resentment and anger building in her voice. She told me that in spite of (or possibly because of) the nannies and schools and all the rest, she had grown wild, rebelled against all expectations of her and began moving with the rest of the spoiled "nobs" as she called them. She learned to use her striking beauty to get whatever she wanted. By the time she was a teenager she was all but unmanageable, filling her life with every excess available to her - and there were many. She hesitated for a moment but then continued, her voice quiet and nervous. She began to paint a picture of those wild days, a time that astonished me. She told me of her parents' attempts to control her by sending her off to schools in France, then Switzerland. She described the wild parties while she was at college, the drunken sprees, the drug-hazed sex. She spared me no details of any of it. It appeared that she had developed quite a reputation at college, a line of dons, deans and other lovers always at her door. Sex became her drug of choice. "Is that... Mom, sometimes when we've been together you've... you've said some... some things... Is that what it's like... for you...?" She turned deep red and looked at the floor. "Y -- Yes Hon, I -- I was like that. Sometimes it just... just comes out without thinking... I'm sorry." "Don't be, Mom. It's only been a little... surprizing, you know?" She nodded, squeezed my hand and went back to her story... Her world took a dramatic turn. She was living in Vienna, the young mistress of a wealthy banker while the whole world descended into darkness for the second time. When England declared war on Germany, life for her became much more serious, even dangerous. She fled from Austria and managed to find her way to an aunt in Paris who argued that it would be best for her to return home. She swallowed her pride and was grudgingly accepted back into her parents' life. The family was willing to tolerate her but England soon found itself threatened with invasion. They saw this as a good opportunity to get her out of the way, so they arranged for her to go to America, to stay with extended family in New York. She went under strict orders that she would do nothing more to embarrass them, that she would live the life her parents had expected of her all along. She moved to the townhouse in Manhattan but felt so much out of her element, so disconnected that she couldn't fit in, didn't know how to. Life in America was so foreign to her. She was away from her friends, her home, everything familiar to her and possibly because of that, her behaviour began to change. Now she wanted to be free of her past and began to feel trapped by her surroundings. Before long she packed her things, took her allowance and headed out to experience a life that was outside of the world she knew. Eventually she crossed paths with my father. The war was over and he was now working as a junior executive in a small but growing business. They met by chance at a diner in his hometown and after only a few dates she found herself strongly attracted to him. She also became attracted to the life that could be so different from what she had ever known. It was then that she decided to close the door on her past. He would never fully know what her life had once been, only letting on that she came from a well-off family in England, that she had come to America to escape the war and leave that life behind. He loved her mystery, her accent, her stunning beauty and grace. To him she was the most exotic thing he'd ever known. She did her best to hide the relationship from her family but her father eventually found out and fiercely objected. Ever the rebel, she defied his wishes and was married in a quiet ceremony at a county courthouse. Her parents sent her a "token" dowry (that amounted to about five years of her new husband's salary) and then shut the door to their daughter's life. "So here we are," she sighed. "They say that daughters marry their fathers. At one time I would have never believed it but it turned out to be true. As much as I have loved your father, I've watched him become that same man who always puts his own needs ahead of his family. I have done my absolute best to be the loving, dutiful wife, to fit into his life and to fit into this town but it is getting harder every day. I'm sure you've heard us argue. I love him still but he has a life all his own outside of our marriage and I feel him slipping further away every day. "I doubt it will ever come to divorce. It's just not done and in a way I would be admitting defeat to my father. No, I've grown up enough to know it's in my own best interest to be the woman everyone expects of me. I've tried very hard to keep my past well hidden but today, today with that boy saying the things he did, calling me a whore..." She broke down and collapsed on my shoulder, sobbing as if her heart would break. "Bradley, Sweetheart," her voice trembling, "what happened today, what he said reminded me of what I once was and what I've tried to leave behind. Bradley, Sweetheart, if after all I've told you, if you decide to end this, to have nothing more to do with me, I will understand. Just know that I love you so very, very much. I always will." I hugged her tightly. It was clearer to me now. I understood her more. She was an incredibly complicated woman who had lived a very difficult life but she was my mother and I loved her. God, how I loved her! I brought her face to face and looked into her eyes. "Mom...," I hesitated, "Mom, don't ever think I don't want to be with you, that I don't want this. I love you, I love everything about you. You're my mother and I am so proud to be your son." She buried her face in my shoulder. "Darling, I love you too. That's part of why this is so hard. I love you, you're my son but it's more than that, and has been more than that for awhile now. Bradley, Darling, I'm falling in love with you. Do you understand? You're not simply a son to me anymore. I'm in love with you." Jacqueline Ch. 04 Once again I felt a shiver up my spine. I hadn't thought of it that way. I hadn't stopped to think that she could see me as anyone else but her son. I knew we had a special bond but suddenly I realised it was not just between mother and son. I began to understand the strange feelings I had as well. "Mom, I - I... You've just helped me see something I couldn't quite figure out until now. I - I love you too. I mean... I really love you." She said nothing more, just took my face in her hands and kissed me. She pulled back and looked into my eyes, her hands still on my face. Without a word, she kissed me again. She sighed and rested her head against my shoulder. We sat there, arms around each other. "I want you to call me Jacqueline," she whispered, holding me tightly. She said her name in that secret way, the right way. The hair on the back of my neck tingled. "Please Hon, will you? Can you do that?" I paused for a moment. "I - I think I can. It might take awhile to get used to it but yes, I think I can. I will." She squeezed me tightly. "Good. Take your time, Hon but know that I'm more than your mother. I'm your Jacqueline." We sat there for awhile longer, holding each other. Suddenly she looked over my shoulder to the window. "Goodness, Hon, it's nighttime already." I turned, surprised to see darkness outside. We hadn't been talking for just an hour; we had been there for many hours, well into the evening. I knew she must be exhausted, emotionally as well as physically. "Hon, I'm completely shattered. I could fall asleep on my feet. It's time for bed." "I couldn't agree more," I nodded. We walked arm-in-arm up the main staircase. When we reached the top, I turned to kiss her good night. She put a finger to my lips. "Sweetheart, I don't want us to be apart, especially not tonight. Get changed and come to my room. I want you with me." "But Dad might..." "No, he won't. He'll be in California until the end of the month. I'm sure of that. We're alone, just you and me." It didn't take me long to be standing at the door to her room. I was transported back to that time I saw her standing in front of the window. She was wearing another thin, silk nightgown. The light from the bedside lamp shone through and silhouetted the sensual curves of her beautiful body. Even now I felt a twinge of guilt and turned away but then looked back and watched her walk toward me. Her breasts moved heavily under the sheer fabric, her long legs outlined by the light. She took my hands and led me to the bed - my parents' bed - and pulled back the covers. She climbed in and reached her arm out across the empty space beside her. "Come, Sweetheart. Lay here beside me. This is our bed now." Almost shaking, I slid in under the covers. She nestled up close and pressed her warm, no, her hot body against me. "I love you, Bradley," she whispered. "I love you too, Mom." She smiled and draped her arm across my chest, then brought her knee up across my hips. She nestled her head into my shoulder and sighed. I was so tired but regardless, there was nothing I could do to stop the blood rushing to my groin. Before long, my cock was pressing against her thigh. Without a word, she slid her hand down under her leg and took hold, squeezing gently, drawing it out into the open. She kissed my cheek. Rising slowly, she pulled herself up on top of me and straddled my hips, my cock pressed firmly against her crotch. I looked up at her breasts, barely hidden by the thin fabric of her gown. She began to rock her hips against my throbbing cock, eyes closed, breathing slowly. This went on for a few minutes but I knew I wouldn't be able to last long, not tonight. "I -- I'm going to cum soon. I can't hold back." "Shh," she whispered and again pressed a finger to my lips. "It's okay." She rose up and guided my cock between her thighs, then sat down and took me fully inside. She leaned forward, her hands on my shoulders, and gently ground her hips, her full weight on me. I took hold of her waist and watched her breasts sway, then lifted her nightgown up to her shoulders. She sat up, pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor. She brought my hands to her breasts and held them tightly against her and then began riding me with that familiar growing urgency. My belly tightened. I was cumming. I felt it rise up and surge into her, my body rigid, my jaw clenched. She pressed down harder onto me, her hips rocking swiftly, prolonging it. I was so deeply inside her my cock could go no further. It was just a moment or two later that she took a deep breath. I felt a strong shudder move through her. She let out a long sigh and collapsed down onto me, her body on fire. "I love you," she whispered again. She curled up around me, kept me inside her and held tightly. I pulled the warm covers up over us while she carefully placed soft, tiny kisses on my shoulder and neck. I felt her body relax and she lay very still. She was asleep. "I love you, Jacqueline," I whispered. A Trip to the Beach We chatted back and forth online and through email. Then we decided we would meet at the little coffee shop. I was very close to where I live. Then drive to the Fort Bragg and spend a nice day at the beach. I surprised you by have a nice picnic basket, and a banket to sit on. On the way we were getting hot you grabbing little feels with your hand feeling the wetness between the lips of my pussy. I was rubbing your hardness through you pants. It was a nice drive on the way we saw a little rest stop in the Red Woods. You pull in It was about time we stopped. I was so hot and wet, I needed to do something soon. I kept thinking of all the times we had chatted online I even cummm a few times. I wanted your hot body so bad. We pull in there's no one else at the rest stop. You get a nasty smile on your as I go in to the women's restroom I don't know you are following me. Then I hear a noise as your slowly open the door. It made me jump cause then was no one when we drove up. I call your name you don't answer. There are no still doors. You come around and your standing right in front of me . I tell you how you scared me you tell how you wanted to see me pee. But you really wanted to catch me when my pants down. But right about then I notice your cock hard stick right out through the fly in your pants. You come closer you tell me you always thought about coming into the women's bathroom and walking in on a total stranger, a woman sitting on the toilet. Her panties pulled down, maybe even catching her fingering her self. I was doing just that when you appeared in front of me because the drive got me so wet. While you were driving with one hand the other was deep into my hole finger banging me. You come close so my face is inches away from your cock. I reach to touch you slap my hand away saying no not yet. I want you to tell how much you want my cock slut. OOOOOOhhhh god just one word you said I was on my knees. In the bathroom stall begging you to let my please suck you. You tell me not yet as you pull me to my feet a lead me to the sink counter. You left me up now my ass is on the cold counter my panties around my ankles, you remove them putting your nose to them smelling my wetness. You take off my shoes, you have me sitting on the edge. You tell me to put my feet up on the counter. My knees are up, I'm leaning back on the mirror you slowly pushing my legs down and open. With your fingers you pull open my pussy, now you really see my wetness. You don't touch my clit.When with your mouth so close but not touching me, You blow on my clit. I begin to shiver, you then stick two fingers in running them around the inner walls of my hole. I can feel my pussy dripping. Its so quite there after a few mins I hear my wet juices dripping on the floor. I'm starting to beg for your cock I know you must be dripping too by now. I tell me soon you will let me put my lips around your hard cock. Then you begin to lick around my clit still finger fucking my pussy and you have one of your other fingers in my ass. your tongue and lips then suck my clit hard. While your lips suck your tongue is probing my clit pressing , licking......I'm going to squirt cumm in your face any minute I'm moaning very loud and I'm cummmmmming screaming. The both of us were so caught up in what we were doing. We didn't know we were being watched. Some one had walked in to the bathroom and was watching us not making any noise. I cummm then I'm beg for his cock , I look up and standing just a few feet away was a man. Not just any man a park ranger, and he wasn't just standing there watching he had his cock in his hand. It was a very big cock. He notice that I saw him, and began telling us that what we were doing was against the law. But we could settle things without giving us a ticket. He told us if he could fuck my ass everything would be okay. Well we didn't want a ticket, you asked if you could give me your cock while he was fucking me in the ass. He said hell yea lets have some fun with your bitch and give her a good fucking, sucking, she needs. I slid off the counter all shaky from cummmming. He said bend over slut first suck my cock and get it real wet or it will hurt in your ass. I licked and spit on his cock I want lots of lube he was big. I knew it would hurt anyway, then I turn my ass to him you brought your cock to my face rubbing it all over it I could feel precome sticking to my face. You tell me open that mouth cunt "Now you demand" I open my mouth at the same time I can feel this big cock pushing at my asshole. Slowly at first then when you are deep down my throat he slams my ass hard. A muffled scream comes out he grabs each ass cheek in each hand and slams me harder and harder. You are doing the same down my throat I'm gagging, slurping. as you pump harder and deeper. He's slapping my ass very hard with ass getting warmer each one his hand spanks my ass. Then he pulls out shoots cumm all over my ass and back. Then I can feel your cock throb deep in my throat. and then hot cummm shoots down the back of my throat. I'm swallowing as fast as I can but still some drips out of the corner of my mouth. But I was make lots of noise we didn't hear someone else walk into the bathroom. Cause some one was standing there watching this time it was a woman. Of course she wanted some of me too, she wanted it up the ass while eating my pussy. So you guessed it she just went to it sucking my clit and fucking my hole with her fingers. You got in behide her sliding your cock in her ass. And Mr. park ranger, began rubbing and sucking my tits. His cock rubbing against my face. I try to get a hold of it with my tongue but he is not letting me teasing me with it. Then I get a hold of it, I sucking so hard there's no way he can get it back until I'll sucked him dry. The way we are going we will never get to the beach... If we did hurry up I just knew someone else would be stopping to use the bathroom and join in.. It was going to be a long trip to the beach if we stopped at too many bathrooms. Jeanie