9 comments/ 132358 views/ 45 favorites Mellissa - Taking Mum By: Faldoom Michael was a tall lad of 5' 11", with a naturally muscular frame. He kept his black hair cropped short and his genitals clean shaven. He was popular with the girls at his college and had slept around with a few of the better looking ones, but nothing serious. They just didn't appeal to him the way his Mother did. Her name was Mellissa. Her real parents had died in an accident when she was ten and she had been fostered by a Catholic pair who couldn't have children, though she was anything but Catholic. Also, she was only 33, having been 14 when she had had Michael. Michael's biological father had served a ten year prison sentence for rape and child abuse and now lived at least four states away as stipulated in the court order issued upon his release. The boy had seemed nice at first; he had introduced himself as being 15 and she had liked him instantly. Until the night he took her to 'meet his parents'; instead he had bound her in a field and raped her. It was later discovered he was a very young looking 19 year old and had even used a false name. Her foster parent's views on abortion had forced her to keep the child, and so Michael had been born. But she never once regretted the decision, never having anything but love for him. Her foster parents had supported her in everything, watching him for her so she could continue school and then college. At the age of 22 she had met Michael's step-father, who was then 29 and the owner and founder of his own company. They had married and moved in together two years later. Michael was 19 when he first had his Mother and this is the story of how it happened. *** Michael had hit puberty at 12 and was instantly a horny devil, with a mind only for girls and sex. He had matured quickly and lost his virginity at 14 to his 28 year old, hot, blonde, large C, maths teacher. It was not till he was 15 that he first began to notice his Mother as anything but his Mother. It started the way it starts for most boys who fancy their mums; his friends commenting on how lucky he was to have such a hot Mum, how much they would Do her, how she was such a MILF, girls commenting on how sexy her clothes were, how perfect she always looked and how they wished they had a Mum like her. At first of course, he had laughed at the comments and said he didn't see what they saw, she was just his Mum. But soon, he began to see past this. He began to realise how young she was, how perfect her hair was, the size and shape of her breasts, the curve of her hips and the long, supple legs she possessed. Not just the obvious did he notice; he began to love the sway of her ass, the way she smiled, the delicate action of tucking hair behind her ears, the sound of her voice, the electric spark her touch caused in him. In short, by his 16th birthday, she was the only woman he really wanted. Over the next three years, he found as many opportunities as possible to be alone with her, to spend time with her when she wore a bikini in summer, to sit beside her while they watched films together. He went further, becoming more daring the older he got. You see, his step-father had to travel frequently as part of his job and could be gone for a week or more at a time and only home for a few before he was gone again. During these times, Michael spent his time stalking his Mother. When she went for showers, he would try and watch her through the keyhole but sometimes she closed the shower curtain and he couldn't see her. Even if not, the keyhole only provided a view of her top half clearly. He would find excuses to be in her bedroom and talk to her while she was changing, looking the other way of course but slyly using the mirror to snatch glimpses of her. He even sometimes made her breakfast in bed, just because he knew she liked to sleep either in just boy-shorts. On several occasions he had entered the room before she was awake to be rewarded with a view of her when she had unknowingly kicked the covers off in the night. He would then go back out and knock, so she could cover up, thinking no-one had seen. But up until today, he had only ever seen her top half, her wonderful 34 D cups, firm and round, with nipples pointing straight out, not a hint of sagging. Little did he know just how much more he would see by the end of the day. He had got up early as he always did, even though it was a Saturday. He exercised for an hour or so before catching a quick, luke-warm shower in his private bathroom before donning some sport shorts and a tank top; he almost invariably slept naked. He had gone down to get some breakfast to find his Mother was already there. He had found it unusual for her to be up so early and commented as such. She had replied that his Father was due home today and that there were a number of things she wanted to have done before hand as he was scheduled to be home for a good few weeks this time and with the great weather that had set in, she didn't want to have to spend the time on chores but with him. Michael had asked what she wanted him to do and she assigned him polishing and hovering duties before he was to mow the rear lawn. She was going out to get in supplies for a BBQ they would have the next day but she would be back soon. It was now three hours later and Michael was half way through mowing the lawn. He had ditched his top and had sunglasses on now instead against the bright mid-day sun. It was at least 77* out and he had stopped for a drink and a breather. Just then he heard the car pull into the drive. The engine shut off and a door was opened and closed, then he heard the boot go. A moment later he heard Mellissa calling for him. Leaving the mower where it was, Michael exited the garden through the side gate and went to help his Mother. He paused when he saw what she was wearing now. She had taken off the thin jacket she had been wearing that morning to reveal she only wore a skimpy bikini top underneath and the short-shorts didn't help stem the erection forming in his pants. "Well? Don't just stand there ogling your Mum's new bikini, come and give me a hand," she laughed at her son. They had a rather relaxed relationship, possibly due to the less of an age gap then most parents and offspring have but mostly because of how close they were for spending a hole lot of time together. Michael shook himself and moved to stand beside her at the back of the big SUV. Between them, they ferried what seemed to him enough food to feed an army from the car, through the gate and into the kitchen. "Jeez, Mum, how many people are coming to this barbie?" "You know how much you and your Father eat; I just hope I got enough." Michael had to grin at that. He had to admit he and his step-father really did like to eat. Once they had finished, Mellissa inspected the house to see how good a job he had done with the hovering. "Passable I guess," was her joking report, for which she received a feigned look of shock and a bump on the arm. "Right, I'm going to finish this mowing, Mum, then I think I'll go lye down for a bit, it's really hot out here and my head hurts." "Okay, Michael. I'm going to sit in the Jacuzzi for a while and relax before I start gardening. If you want you can join me when you're done instead of going in." Michael said he might, depending on how he felt. Twenty minutes later he was nearly finished, only five or so minutes to go. His Mother was in the Jacuzzi on the other side of the garden on a raised area of decking. He took a quick drink and was about to continue when she called to him. "Michael?" "Yes Mum?" he hollered back. "Are you coming to join me when you're done? Only, if not, then I'm going to slip off my top as it's too tight. I think I got a size too small." Michael knew from earlier that it was a string tie bikini and so it was completely adjustable, so he guessed that was just a clever excuse to be topless. As he had already mowed and raked the lawn around there, he had no excuse to go over and he knew he couldn't see her from here, not with the added elevation of the decking, and he knew she knew it too. But, from his bedroom ... "That's fine Mum, I'm just going to head in, I still feel woozy." All he got in return was a lazy thumbs up. Obviously his Mother had been hoping he'd say no. Soon he saw her top straddling the side of the Jacuzzi and he had finished the grass. He packed the mower and rakes away in the shed, took one final look at his Mother's head reclining on the Jacuzzi headrests, and went inside. He did not head straight up immediately, but got another drink first and then sauntered up at a leisurely pace. He didn't want his Mother to think anything was up. Not that he thought she would notice anyway but he had to be sure. When he reached his room, he was relieved to see he had not opened his curtains that morning. There was a small gap, maybe two inches wide in the centre and he thanked his lucky stars. Exchanging his sunglasses for the binoculars resting on his desk, he shut his door and crept to the window. Peeping through the window, he was pleased to find that, although the sun was almost right above the house and bathing the garden proper in sunlight, it was at just the right angle that the back walls of the house were in deep shadow, the kind of dark shadows only created by contrast with stark, white light. Thus he would be rendered invisible at the gap and there would be no sunlight to shine off the binocular lenses and so give him away. He brought them up to his eyes and trained them down on the Jacuzzi. He twiddled with the focus and suddenly there was his stunning Mother, in plain view, topless in the clear water. Only the massage bubbles were on so the water hardly moved affording him an almost perfect view. His hand unconsciously slipped down and slid his shorts down his legs, releasing his ten inch cock; he hadn't bothered with boxers today, too hot for more than one layer. He took hold of his throbbing shaft and began to stroke himself in time to his deep breaths. As if on cue, Mellissa sat up a little and looked toward the house, most likely to check he had indeed gone inside Michael thought. She lay back again, shifting her position slightly so she could spread her legs and bringing her hands up to her breasts. She began to squeeze and massage her breasts, playing with them in a shockingly sensual display. Michael's tempo changed and he began to beat himself in sync with his Mother's actions, his breathe quickening, his mouth growing dry. This was the first time he had ever seen his Mother playing with herself. Sure, he'd seen her itch her crotch or fiddle with her breasts to adjust her comfort, but nothing like this. He hoped she would go further and he didn't have long to wait. Her left hand suddenly slid down her body while her right moved so she could cover both breasts. Her wandering hand disappeared beneath her flimsy bikini bottoms and he could tell she was straight in with her fingers. He had watched enough porn to recognise the signs as her back arched and she bit her lip to keep herself quiet so the neighbours wouldn't here. Yes, they had a high fence but no need to advertise the sexual scene. After only a few more seconds, Michael couldn't take it anymore. His balls squeezed and he felt seamen rush up his cock. Before it could shoot out and possible hit the window and give the game away he turned, bracing himself with his right hand on the window sill, and shot it into a tissue box on his bedside table, positioned for just such an event and in easy reach when masturbating on the bed. After his last few drips had landed on the carpet and tissues, he scooped up the box and wandered into his bathroom, where he cleaned himself up and flushed the used tissues. Returning to his room, he collapsed on his back on his bed, utterly spent. He was soon drifting in and out of sleep. He was awakened, what he thought was minutes later but had actually been a good couple of hours, by the sound of his door opening followed by his Mother's voice. He froze, feigning sleep, keeping his eyes all but closed. His Mother was asking what he wanted for dinner but she also froze when she realised he was asleep. It was surprisingly dark in the room so Michael couldn't quite see her clearly, but he could tell her top was back on, as were her shorts and that a pair of gardening gloves hung from her belt. He watched as she slowly began to back out. She was reaching behind her for the door handle when she froze again, staring at something. He couldn't tell what yet but he had a pretty good idea. When he had collapsed into bed after his wank he couldn't remember pulling his shorts up and as such they were probably still sitting just below his balls. He knew any second she should be beating a hasty retreat, but instead she just stood there a while longer. He noticed her move her head from his face to his crotch, to his face and back again. To his surprise, she moved further into the room, tip-toeing beside his bed. He saw her hesitate then quietly drop to her knees. She seemed transfixed by his cock. He had known from the minute he woke that it was partially erect and when he saw her slowly reach a hand out towards it, all the while watching his face, he felt it harden further, especially when her finger tips brushed the shaft. His cock jumped a little at that and grew fully erect. He heard her giggle softly at that. "Wow," he heard her whisper, "My son, blessed with such a monster." He was quite surprised and warmed by this compliment, but he was finding it a little strange that she was so relaxed at being inches from her own son's massive member. "You'll make your future wife very happy," she whispered to his 'sleeping' form before she rose quietly and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her. Michael lay there awhile longer. He knew it was ridiculous but he felt cheated. He had had his Mother a mere foot from him, admiring his naked cock, and he hadn't made a move. He knew he couldn't; it was his Mother and she had just proven, to his way of thinking, by her inaction that she didn't share his perverse feelings. A little later he went down stairs, cock away, to have dinner with her. They chatted about this and that, not really conversing much as they ate their burgers and fries. Each was preoccupied with private thoughts; he on how gorgeous she looked and how badly he wanted her, her on what he had hidden in his shorts and how she had never had a cock that big and what one would feel like in her. She had toys that big but she bet the real thing would be so much better. After the dinner dishes had been done, they sat and watched TV together for a half an hour or so, sitting a little further apart than usual, but neither seemed to notice. It was 6:30 and his step-father was due home any minute. Just then, the phone rang. Mellissa got up to answer it. "Hello? ... Oh hi hunny, we're expecting you ... uh huh ... ok ... no, no that's fine ... of course ... ok, I love you too ... bye bye." "What's up?" Michael asked. "He's been delayed touching down and he won't be back for another half hour now at least," she replied, "Oh well though, means I have time to shower before he gets in." With that she disappeared upstairs. She had a dirty shower in mind involving a favourite dildo and this gave her the time to do it. Michael grinned. 'Thanks Dad', he thought to himself. One last opportunity to spy before the presence of his step-father would prevent it ... till the next time he went away, of course. Though his room was the only one with an attached bathroom, it wasn't the biggest bedroom, so his parent's had taken that one and just used the family bathroom. It was above one corner of the living room so he simply waited till he heard her moving about in it, then enter the shower. This was his cue. He snuck up the stairs, and kneeled in front of the door. His cock was erect and out already, having done this many a time. As he moved his eye to the keyhole he didn't know just how different things would be this time. What he saw changed everything. There was his mother, in full view, leaning against the back wall of the bathroom, her feet braced on the opposite edge of the bath the shower was attached to which meant she was higher than usual, her pelvic area in full view. Not only this, her legs were spread and her left hand was driving a long, thick black dildo in and out of her already dripping pussy. He almost came there and then when he heard her moaning through the door. As he watched, she brought it completely out and brought it to her mouth to lick and suck for a minute or so before once more ramming it in and out of her pussy. Michael had realised something just then; the dildo was at least 10 inches long, maybe more and all he could think was 'she must have been inspired by seeing my cock', which was actually true. In an instant, he knew this was the golden opportunity he had been waiting for. He knew his step-father could be home any time now but he had to risk it; this might be his first and only chance. Quickly he moved to his bedroom and discarded his shorts, before running back to the bathroom. He put his eye to the keyhole once more to check on his Mother's progress. He had found through his many sexual exploits that when masturbating, woman reached a certain point, second level as he called it, where from that point on nothing else mattered but getting release. It didn't matter who was watching, how loud they were being, they just didn't care about anything but pummelling their pussies. Michael intended to take full advantage of this. Just then he heard the first growl. This was it, second level had set in. He stood and tried the door handle. Just as he had hoped, she hadn't locked it in her haste. He inched it slowly open and looked round. Her moans and growls were so much louder now, and her eyes were shut fast as she pounded the dildo in and out of her leaking pussy. Michael quickly stepped through and closed the door behind him. Stealthily, aided by her noise, he moved to stand right in front of the bath. "Ditch the dildo, how about the real thing?" he said aloud. "Yes, I want the real thing!" his Mother cried, obviously thinking it was her mind speaking to her. So Michael grabbed the dildo and yanked it out of her hand. It came easily, greased as it was. His Mother's eyes popped open when she realised someone real had spoken. She saw it was Michael standing in front of her, knew it was her son naked and with his cock fully erect, sticking straight out towards her. Michael knew she knew it was him but he could also tell she was beyond caring; all she wanted was a good fuck. "So, Mum, do you still want the real thing?" He asked with a wolfish grin. All she could do was nod hastily, her eyes fixed to his cock, hips grinding thin air as they tried to find stimulus. Michael stepped into the shower between her legs and slid his arms behind his Mother, letting the hot water cascade over them both. His head found its own way to her opening and slid straight up into her well lubricated hole. Mellissa moaned as she felt his hot, thick cock stretch her walls like no dildo ever could nor cock ever had. The problem with her dildo was that even though it was 10" she still had to hold part of it, but his cock just kept filling her up and up till she thought she couldn't take anymore and then it went further, tearing groans of pure ecstasy from her with each throb inside her, each new part of her it touched. Michael felt their pubic bones touch and was amazed his Mother could take all of him at once. He looked into her eyes and found only that they mirrored his wanton lust. He began to pull out and slam back in, producing wild cries of joy from his Mother. Suddenly her right arm was wrapped round his midriff pulling him against her, squishing her breasts between them. Her left arm was behind his head, forcing his face to hers as their mouths met in a crushing kiss, her lips smothering his, their tongues entwined. Mellissa - Taking Mum She moaned into his mouth, never once breaking their kissing frenzy, even as each powerful up stroke caused her to bounce up and down on his massive member. From the rising pitch of her vocalisations, Michael could tell she was extremely close and so he redoubled his efforts. He was rewarded with her throwing her head back and screaming to the heavens as she came explosively all over his deeply embedded cock, the rapid squeezing from her pussy sending him over too, so that his cock throbbed deep within his Mother, plastering her inner sanctum with his white juices. They both were panting hard, and looking down at their linked groins. Then slowly, both looked up at each other. Michael's face instantly fell as he saw his Mother's eyes begin to widen, her jaw drop and a horrified look creep across her face. He had hoped that their passionate embrace would have uncovered her own feelings for him but obviously now she was no longer mad with lust, his Mother was realising just what had transpired. Michael let go of her and stepped back, his cock slipping out her easily with a satisfying slurp. His Mother made to step down into the bath properly and he reached to help her. Mellissa suddenly swung round and slapped him full-force across the right side of his face, causing him to jerk and slip, landing in a heap at the left hand end of the bathtub. Mellissa shut the shower off before turning away from him, leaning on the wall with her left hand, her right on her heart, doubled up in tears. "How could you? How could you?" she kept asking him over and over in a raspy, tear filled voice. He kept quiet till she turned to face him. "How could I not, Mum? I love you, I've wanted you for years and can you blame me? You're absolutely gorgeous." This seemed to quieten her a little but it was evident she was still appalled. But even then, he could see she was having difficulty keeping her eyes on his face and not looking further down. Unable to think of a come back she simply turned away again. "Get out, I can't face you right now," she said in an emotionless voice. Michael hung his head. He was beginning to get up so as to comply when they both heard the front door open and shut downstairs. Mellissa spun to face the bathroom door when they heard a male voice call out a jolly 'Hello?'. They looked at each other, fear written across both faces. "It's your father!" She whispered. "What do we do?" he whispered back. They heard him ascending the stairs. "Is that you in the bathroom, Mellissa?" he called. "You stay there and don't make a fucking peep or we're both fucked!" she hissed at her son as she jumped out of the bathtub. She yanked the curtain into place around the bath and just had time to scoop up her towel and wrap it round her before the bathroom door opened. "Well, hello," Michael heard his step-father say. "Hi hunny, how are you?" "Uh so tired, I really need to sleep, but I want to hear how you've been. Join me in the bedroom?" Michael heard them kiss then, and a wave of jealousy erupted through his system. It took all his energy not to leap out of the bath and reveal to his step-father that his step-son was naked and hiding less than four feet from him and that he had just fucked his own mother. "I'll be in in just a minute, got to finish off in here." "Ok hun, but don't be long." He heard them kiss again before his step-father left the room closing the door behind him. Suddenly, the curtain was pulled back and his Mother was standing over him in just a towel which was just a little too short from this angle. He made to say the words 'that was too close' but she clamped a hand over his mouth and leant towards his ear. "Listen and listen well, you perverted little shit," Michael shuddered; he'd never imagined his Mother could talk like that and it scared him, "You're going to follow me to the door. I'll check the coast is clear and then I'm going to go into my bedroom. As soon as you hear me start talking, you run your ass to your bedroom and stay there. I don't want to see you at all again tonight, or tomorrow for that matter. Just disappear for the day. We'll talk about this soon, make no mistake." When she released him, he quietly clambered out of the tub and followed her to the door, even then enjoying the view of her shapely ass in the too short towel. She switched the light off before opening the door. The door to her bedroom stood open but luckily it didn't face the bathroom. She quickly moved to it and disappeared inside, closing the door behind her. Michael waited till he heard her strike up a conversation before dashing as quietly as he could past their bedroom and into his across the way. Shutting the door behind him, he collapsed onto his bed and rolled himself into the quilt. He was dreading what might happen. He could tell his Mother wasn't going to say anything, but he was scared of what she might do instead. He didn't know what to expect from this conversation they were to have. But then he grinned as he realised, he didn't really care that much. He had done it; he had fulfilled his ambition to bed his Mother. And what a bedding it had been. As he lay in the dark of his room, Michael began to stroke himself to fullness once more as he recounted the memories of their brief but passionate fuck. He fell asleep still dreaming of Mellissa and ways to have her again. To be continued ... Mellissa - A Mutual Agreement If you have not read the Story before this, Taking Mum, I suggest you do so in order for certain references and terms to be properly understood. Otherwise, enjoy! * Michael left home at 07:30 the next morning, making sure he was gone before his parents woke as his Mother had told -- no - commanded him to. He wasn't feeling all that brilliant now it was the morning after. He still wanted her again and was planning ways to do so, but at the same time he was feeling sorry for Mellissa. It must have been hard last night, putting on a perfect face after what had happened only minutes earlier. He hated that he had put his Mother in such a position but he wasn't sorry for what he'd done. He'd thoroughly enjoyed it and no matter how much she might want to deny it, he knew she had, too. The more he thought about it, while he drove his 1994 Ford Mustang to Westside Pavilion, the evidence was clear. She hadn't run when she'd found him 'asleep' naked, instead she had all but handled his cock. Later, inspired by the sight of it, she had pumped her pussy with a 10" dildo. Also, although he knew second level was all consuming, if she had really, truly not wanted him she could have done something. Then afterward, it was clear she struggled to keep her eyes off it. Remembering Westside wouldn't be open for another 3 hours as it was a Sunday, he instead stopped outside Cheviot Hills, deciding he would blow off some steam on a run round the park. Two hours later, after a few laps around the park and several other exercises, he returned to the car sweating and exhausted. After towelling dry, he lay in the back seat and decided to pass the time with a nap. When he woke it was a little before 11 and the mall would be open by now. He clambered into the front of the car and set off for Westside's parking area. Having parked, Michael quickly swapped his shorts for a hoody and a pair of jeans he'd brought with him and then left the car, making sure to lock it as he walked away. After meandering aimlessly for an hour or more through the mall he found himself outside of Footlocker. After a quick look inside, he saw his friend Kyle was working that day and went in. Kyle greeted him warmly, relieved to have some company as he was on his own besides the backroom guy. He could tell straight off though that something was wrong with Michael and he asked him about it. Michael simply stated he and his Mother had had a fight the night before and had been told to clear off for the day. Kyle replied that that must be why his parents (good friends with Michael's step-father) had been invited last minute to a BBQ at Michael's house, to make up for Michael not attending. Michael was instantly peeved at the news but he dismissed the feeling quickly, belatedly realising it was his fault he wasn't going anyway and he should have known his Mother wouldn't have let the food go to waste. Michael spent a few more hours there, keeping Kyle company and doing odd jobs around the store when Kyle was too busy to do them. When the mall closed, Kyle invited him to stay at his for the night in case things hadn't blown over with his Mother. Michael doubted they would have so he accepted Kyle's invite. They spent the night drinking and playing video games while chatting about this and that. The next day, Michael went straight from Kyle's to College. When he finally got home, to his surprise, Mellissa greeted him as if nothing had ever happened and was her usual bright self. His step-father was a little grumpy about not knowing where Michael had been the last two days but besides this life at home seemed normal. Michael put this down to his Mother being true to her word that she wouldn't tell her husband. He guessed she was waiting to have that TALK with him till next time they were alone or when his step-father was next away. He decided it would be better if it were the latter so that they would have time to recover afterward so his step-father wouldn't notice. To make sure it waited till then, over the next two weeks he spent as much time at college and out of the house as possible, even thinking up reasons to leave the house when his step-father went out, sometimes just going with him. The weather had been a mixed lot while his step-father was home and not exceptionally hot. Because of this, Michael had noticed Mellissa used it as an excuse not to wear a lot of her skimpier stuff she would usually not give a second thought over. But the day her husband left it was another scorcher, just like the day he had returned and he had forced everyone outside to enjoy the Sun. Mellissa couldn't avoid her good weather clothes anymore so she thought what the hell and had donned Daisy Duke shorts and a halter neck top. Michael had noticed first thing that morning and had had to fight to keep his dick from getting hard each time he saw her. He also could see her black-silk bikini jutting out in certain places. They had spent the day playing out door games including ground-ball, a lazy version of base-ball, toss and catch and several others. Some had been contact games and this drove Michael mad, rubbing up against his Mother while trying to get the football for example. By mid-afternoon, his Mother had retired to the Jacuzzi and he had excused himself saying he needed to go lie down out of the heat. As soon as he got to his room he pulled his curtains almost to. Then he watched them through the slit. By now his step-father had moved to his Mother, sitting aside the Jacuzzi, one hand balancing him, the other stroking Mellissa's hair while they talked. A pang of jealously went off in Michael's head and he grimaced to himself. Then he turned away sharply when it looked like his step-father was getting ready to join her properly. He lay on his bed and masturbated to thoughts of it being him down there, getting into the water with her, cuddling close and receiving kisses from her full lips which he so badly wanted to taste again. He came to images of fucking her in the Jacuzzi before cleaning up the evidence and changing his shorts, dumping the others in his laundry bin. He spent the next couple of hours going over again and again all the scenarios he had dreamt up over the last two weeks about what might happen when they did talk and how to steer each one round to him fucking her again. He had ceased awhile ago to care that it was his Mother he wanted. To him she was just the most perfect and sexy women alive and he wanted her. He heard them come upstairs close to 5pm and go into their bedroom. About 20 minutes later, they came back out and there was a knock at his door. Calling for them to enter, his step-father stepped into the room. He remained by the door while he said his goodbyes. "Take care of your Mother," was his parting remark. Michael glanced at Mellissa standing on the landing. She gave him a meaningful look from which he could tell that the talk would be tonight. Somewhere inside him a little voice wanted to just say 'I already have, Dad, if you know what I mean?' but instead he just said: "Sure, Dad." His step-father closed the door and he heard them descend downstairs. He listened to the sound of his step-dad's car starting up and driving away and waited for the front door to close. Upon hearing it, he waited for the inevitable call but it didn't come. Instead he heard her coming upstairs. 'What? Does she want to talk in here? That's just begging for it,' he thought. But no, she passed his room and went into hers. Five minutes later he heard her return to the landing and then go back downstairs. He waited but nothing happened so he decided just to wait here till she sent for him. His step-father had been gone for over an hour when she finally called for him. Swallowing, Michael made his way downstairs. When he came into the living room the first thing he noticed is that the two armchairs had been moved to face each other instead of the Plasma. The second was that his Mother was sat in one of them and had changed her clothes and snagged her usually loose hair into a ponytail. Instead of the halter and short-shorts she had been wearing, she now wore a formless, woolly, zip-up cardigan and baggy, shapeless jeans. It was obvious she was wearing these ancient and shapeless clothes to try and dull her figure so as not to arouse him, but in his eyes she had failed. By the way her breasts sat he could tell she had neglected to wear a bra, which meant the cardigan must be playing murder on her sensitive nipples and the jeans he could see didn't quite fit anymore; they were rather snug across her mound and ass. Both these thoughts were turning him on greatly. All this he observed in a glance as he moved to sit in the vacant armchair. Once he sat down he thought she would start yelling immediately, but she wouldn't look him in the eye and appeared to still be working herself up for this confrontation. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Michael fidgeting nervously, Mellissa sitting still, arms half folded, staring at her crossed legs. She was finding it difficult to bring herself to begin but she knew she must. She didn't want this one-off, dark incident to spoil the amazing relationship she had with her teenage son, a relationship most parents didn't get with teenage offspring. The fact that all he was wearing was knee length cotton shorts didn't help. Steeling herself, she unfolded her legs and lent forwards, elbows on her knees hands clasped. Michael immediately focused on her, his eyes burning with an intensity she had seen only once before. She closed her eyes quickly and shook herself. When she opened them again, his gaze was softer, more nervous. That was better; she could speak to him like that. "You know why we're here, Michael." It wasn't a question. He simply nodded, dry swallowing once again. "The plain and simple fact is: you violated the unwritten rule. You fucked me, your own mother. You did it knowingly and deliberately." She stopped to let this sink in. Michael's breathing had elevated slightly at the mention of the act. It was natural, any mention of sex and anything to do with it quickly turned him on these days. He could also see she, too, was a little heated by recalling that night. "At first, straight after it happened, I was all set to rage at you, maybe even knock you about a bit, Heaven knows you deserve it. I had this whole speech about how immoral you are and how you have spoiled our relationship as Mother and Son just because you couldn't keep it in your pants. I was going to shout really loud, loud enough that even the neighbours would hear but I didn't care. At the time I just wanted to show you how angry I am with you. But honestly ..." Michael waited with baited breathe. "... honestly, I can't be fucked." She saw the ghost of a smile pass across his face. "No pun intended," she said dryly with a humourless smile. Michael immediately regretted the smirk. He hung his head but not so much that he couldn't still make eye contact. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Sorry? For what?" He knew this was a test, could see an ember of anger beginning in her eyes, and he knew he didn't want it to become a full fledged fire. "I'm sorry for what I did that night," and he actually meant it. All his clever words, all his plans went out the window. He hadn't thought it would go like this so he had no preconceived responses. He knew now this was as far as it would ever go. She was making it quite clear nothing else was going to happen. Mellissa sighed. She'd been hoping he would say that. Not that it really made up for what had happened but it was a start and she could tell he really was sorry. "Apology accepted," she said. "Really?" He asked, not quite believing her. "Yes, based on the fact that I can understand why it happened and that's the main reason why I haven't told your Father or thrown you out of this house. The other is because you are my Son and I still love you." "Understand? How?" "Well, you're a teenage boy. You're still at the age when your hormones are in overdrive and your life is controlled by your groin. The time were boys see every woman as a sexual target, no matter who they are. You simply saw an opportunity to do what is natural and took it. I don't blame you for that." Michael laughed nervously. "What?" She asked, frowning. "That's not it at all, Mum. It's because I love you, truly love you. I love everything about you and everything you do. We spend so much time together and we're so close, we have no secrets and run around here in skimpy clothes nearly all the time, I just couldn't help it anymore. I wanted the next stage, I wanted you. I couldn't see any problem with it." Mellissa was lost for words, as she stared at her Son. Finally she shook herself and said "I know we are close and that's why we're having this talk because I don't want us to lose that closeness. And there are problems, Michael. One, I'm your Mother, we're not supposed to make love. Two, I'm married, to your step-father no less and I doubt he would see your side of it. And three, it's illegal." "So what, are you saying if dad wasn't around and it wasn't illegal we could? You said we're not 'supposed' to, not that we 'can't'. And you never said 'fuck' you said 'make love'. Why the difference?" She closed her eyes and took a moment to collect herself. She could tell she hadn't worded that one so brilliantly. "Look," she said, opening her eyes as she reached out and took hold of his left hand with hers. Her eyes widened slightly when she felt a thrill run from her fingers to her privates at the touch of his skin, a thrill she usually felt only with her husband. It brought back memories of that night and his hands on her, hands that had felt sooo good. It happened in less than an instant but it still caused her to pause. Michael had noticed the small lapse but before he could make anything of it, she spoke again. "Look, Michael. I am simply going to tell you this: This is a closed subject. It. Will. Never. Happen. Again. Ok? We are never to mention it, refer to it, hint at or joke about it. It is never to be repeated and it is dead to the world. Agreed?" He simply nodded. She nodded too, feeling satisfied that the matter was dealt with. "Right," she said as she rose, "I'm going upstairs for awhile. I'll see you later, Michael." She turned and moved towards the hall. He watched her go out of the corner of his eye. He had been stupid to think this would end any other way. He noticed suddenly that she had stopped. He kept still. Mellissa was struggling with herself; part of her had promised she wouldn't do this, to leave it at that but another part, the stronger apparently could not. She had things that had to be said before the matter could be closed completely. "You know what the worse part is?" She heard herself say over her shoulder. 'Great gone and done it now, haven't I?' She thought. Michael looked round and found her face in the hall mirror. She was looking at him with pain in her beautiful eyes. He shook his head. "The worse part is that I LIKED IT." Her voice was almost inaudible but Michael still heard and caught the inflection on the last three words. He gaped at her while shifting in the chair so as to face her better. "That's right," she said as she turned back to him, angry tears in her eyes, "I liked having you fuck me! It felt right and it's not supposed to! I knew it was you. Knew I should stop you, but I didn't because I WANTED that thing in me!" She pointed at his groin. He stood and tried to move to her but she suddenly backed up a step holding a warning hand out in front of her. "Don't! I have to tell you this to make you understand how wrong it is. Children are not meant to fuck their parents and their parents are not supposed to like it. It will not happen again because it cannot. It is not just morally wrong but illegal. But now all I want is more and that's what's going to hurt the most. You've given me a taste of something I cannot have and I hate you for it." Her voice was getting steadily louder, and he could see she was getting angrier and more upset with each sentence, but now he was angry, too. "If you like it so much, why not to hell with the rules?" He yelled back, "I can see you want it again, you're staring at it right now with a look of mad hunger. Or is it merely coincidence that you use a 10" dildo the same night you see my cock while I'm 'sleeping'?'" she glared at him, fire burning in her eyes, "That's right MOTHER I watched you all but play with it that afternoon. You wanted it then, why can't you just admit you want it, want me, and let's have at it?" She stormed forwards until they were inches apart. She was screaming at the top of her lungs now. "Wanted it? You forced it on me! I only wanted it because I was lost in the moment and you took advantage of that fact. You took advantage of me just like your REAL father!" That gave him pause for a moment but his anger suddenly washed away the budding feeling of guilt. "Oh please, you were begging me for it! Why else would you leave the bathroom door unlocked and stand exactly were you can be seen from the keyhole?" He screeched in return. "You've been watching me shower?" She cried incredulously. "For three years I've been watching every move you make, noticing every time you touch yourself, listening to every time you and Dad go at it, wishing it were me you were fucking instead!" Her eyes bulged. "PERVERT!" She screamed and slapped him across the face. Before he knew it, he had slapped her back, harder than she had him. He stood gaping as he watched the tears, finally unleashed, course down her face as she broke down crying, hugging herself as shudders wracked her beautiful body. She looked so helpless and lost, with her hair half out of the pony tail and strewn across her face, shoulders slumped and her legs bending like jelly. "Oh Mum!" He caught her before she could collapse, crushing her to him, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other across her shoulders. At first she feebly tried to push him away but she gave up after only a few seconds and just let him hold her. His hand at her shoulders alternated between rubbing her arm and stroking her hair as he made soothing noises and rocked her from side to side while she continued to cry uncontrollably. Eventually, after what seemed an age, she regained some control of her body, standing straighter and wrapping her left arm behind him. She felt so safe in his arms and she liked it despite herself. They remained like that for a few minutes. Then she looked up at him, and he down at her. She was shocked to see he had been crying, too. Her heart melted and she lifted her right hand to his face to wipe away his tears. As her skin touched his, she felt the familiar thrill run down her spine and she knew he felt it too from the involuntary sigh that escaped his lips. They stared into each others eyes before she looked at his young mouth and then back to his penetrating gaze. "We shouldn't," she whispered, even as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. "We should," he whispered in return as he lowered his face to hers. Their lips met and fireworks burst inside both their heads. It just felt so right. It was the best kiss either of them had ever had and it lasted for what seemed like a lifetime. When they finally parted both were breathing heavily and hungry for more. She was flushed and bright eyed and he was hot and grinning. He shifted the position of his arms to better hold her against his front and her hand on his cheek slipped round to the back of his head and pulled him against her as once again they kissed, this time with much more passion and harder than before. His hands left the small of her back, one ascending to her shoulders as he crushed her against him once more, the other descending to her perfect ass, squeezing and massaging her cheeks. What he was doing to her butt caused her to squirm, grinding her hips against his. Even through her jeans she could feel his dick shifting and hardening, stretching the thin material of his shorts as it fought for release. Mellissa - A Mutual Agreement Her left hand slipped between them and plunged beneath his waistline, taking a firm grasp on his shaft as she shook it free of his pants. He gasped into her mouth at the sensation coursing through him at her touch even as she continued to kiss him over and over. Mellissa had just started to pump him slowly when his hand grasped hers, preventing her pleasuring him. She looked up, confused. "Not here, not yet," he said. He turned and pulled her after him by the hand towards the stairs. Mellissa gave little resistance; she'd given up trying to fight what she knew she wanted. They made their way upstairs but instead of stopping at his door like she thought they would, Michael propelled her onward and stopped outside her room instead. He turned to her, not moving, seemingly waiting for something. It had taken her by surprise and she was a little thrown by the idea of doing it in the room she usually did it with her husband. But one look at the hunger in his eyes made her forget her trepidations. She grinned at her Son, took hold of the door handle and threw the door open, pulling him in after her. Michael grinned, too. He'd always planned to have her in here the first time but, best laid plans and all that. He was simply glad he would get her in here anyway. They moved to stand at the bottom of the bed, facing each other. Mellissa looked down to find his cock was still jutting over the top of his shorts where she had left it. It wasn't quite erect yet at only maybe 6", but already it was thicker than any dildo she possessed. She was suddenly apprehensive of this monster. She knew she had taken it all last time but she'd been extremely turned on and hadn't cared about how big it was. Tentatively, she reached out with her right hand and took hold of the end, feeling it jerk slightly at her touch and hearing him sigh. She gave it a couple of soft tugs before dropping her arm back to her side, holding her right arm with her left while biting her lip. "What's wrong?" Michael asked, concern written across his face. "It's just, you're so big, and last time I was so wet and ..." she looked at him sheepishly. "You're worried it won't fit or it'll hurt?" She nodded, "Don't worry, we'll take it slow," he smiled. She couldn't help but smile back. "So, Mum?" Mellissa grimaced and turned away. "Don't call me that, at least not while we're doing this." "But you're my Mum," puzzlement was evident in his voice. "It's just, I'm still getting use to the idea. It helps if I don't focus on the Mother/Son part." She felt him move against her as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, under hers. He clasped his hands together on her abdomen, just above her area and she felt his cock pressed between her ass cheeks the wrong way up. "Ok, Mellissa," he said softly, kissing her left ear. She smiled and clasped her own hands over his, leaning back into him, resting her head on his left shoulder. She closed her legs a little more and felt the head between them so she rocked back and forth a little. She smiled more when she felt it jiggle and heard him suck his breath in. His lips were suddenly at her neck, planting sensation stirring kisses on it. She sighed, tilting her head so as to expose more of her neck to his hot, hungry mouth. His hands slipped out from under hers and went under her cardigan, snaking their way delicately across her stomach to her breasts, setting her skin on fire and making her squirm. It surprised her when he didn't stop to check if she was wearing a bra, instead simply taking hold of a breast in each hand, both thumbs finding a nipple simultaneously. She exhaled sharply as they flicked her teats while his fingers massaged the rest of her ample bosom. She pushed her hips back against his while arching her back, pushing her breasts against his expert hands and wrapping her arms as best she could behind her and around him, pulling Michael against her. "How did ... you know ... I ... wasn't wearing ... a bra?" She managed to get out between breathes. "I told you," his reply was muffled as he was still assaulting her neck, "I've been watching you and I've learnt to tell the difference." She cried out when he pinched her nipples and bit her neck at the same time, the pain acute yet sweet. "I didn't think I'd not worn one often enough," she admitted. "Hmmm just often enough, Mellissa." He began to trail kisses round the nape of her neck to get to the other side. She flicked her head so her hair would be out of his way, not wanting to spoil the sensations about to be afflicted on her as yet untouched side. This was not all that changed either, as she felt one of his hands leave her breasts and begin to slowly make its way south. She didn't know which one as the other was managing to amuse both breasts at once, nor did she really care. She felt him unbutton her jeans with practised ease. The zipper went down next and he peeled back the flaps, exposing her womanhood to the cold air of the bedroom. It made her moan but then a louder moan escaped her as his finger was suddenly between her folds and sensually rubbing her swollen bud in a slow, circular motion. She moaned long and loud as her body shivered at the feeling of pure delight. "So I was right," he smirked, "These pants really are too tight for panties." Mellissa couldn't reply. She was too lost in the moment. Suddenly her legs couldn't support her and she had to let go of him, steadying herself with her hands on the bed, bent double while his finger continued to massage her clitoris. His other hand had left her breasts when she had bent over and now she felt it pulling her jeans roughly off her ass and down her thighs. Once they reached her knees they simply slid down of their own volition before she gingerly stepped out of them. Mellissa cried out suddenly, arching her back once more and throwing her head back as the middle finger of his free hand plunged, unexpectedly, straight into her sopping wet pussy. Michael had his finger crooked so it would rub against both sides of her entrance as he slid it in and out of her. He was grinning at how wet his Mother was for him. "I don't think you'll have any problem taking me in, Mellissa." She was gripping the bed sheets so tightly her knuckles were white, unable to do more than nod as she tried to cope with the double assault on her area. She hadn't felt this good in a long while; her husband wasn't nearly as skilled with his hands. She wasn't at all surprised when she heard herself cry "Put it in me now!" Michael was a shocked for a moment by the shear lust in his Mother's voice, but he quickly recovered. Grinning broadly, he removed his finger from her and used that hand to relieve himself of his shorts, all the wile still rubbing her clit with his other fingers. He took hold of his now fully erect cock and moved closer so he could position it at her entrance. "Ready?" He asked. Before she could even reply, she felt it begin to slide into her, its monstrous length stretching, pulsing and filling her pussy, deeper and deeper until with a satisfyingly full feeling, their hips met. She marvelled at the fact that she had been able to take it all yet again. Michael's hand had left her clit now and he was simply holding her hips, obviously letting her adjust to him, but she was impatient and wanted to start already. She started rocking back and forth, releasing a few inches before enveloping them back into her wet hole to show him she was ready. Michael caught on almost immediately and began pulling her back onto his member, sliding it almost all the way out before slamming back inside. With each powerful fuck he tore moans of pleasure from Mellissa's throat, no real words simply an utterance of unintelligible sound expressing her lust. As he picked up the pace, lessening the time between each in stroke, she dropped to her elbows, her head a damp mess of her hair pressed to the bed, her hands no longer able to support her. Her core was building rapidly towards eruption and she knew it would happen quickly but she didn't care, she needed the release, if just to ease the levels of pleasure emanating from her vagina. Michael could tell she was nearing an orgasm and just this knowledge set off the build up to his. She was gasping every second now and he growled in his throat as he tried to hold on, so as to hit it together. Then he felt her clench and her body stiffen, before with a final outcry she collapsed against the bed pulling him down with her. He was barely able to support himself so his weight wouldn't crush her as he too had came, spewing his seed deep into her womb. Surprisingly, Mellissa felt herself recover quickly and she pushed at him to get off. He did so clumsily, falling heavily on his ass beside her, his back propped against the bed. He had a sudden flash back to the first night when she had realised what they'd done and regretted it. But before he could worry, she was kneeling between his legs. She slipped out of her cardigan which he had forgotten she had still been wearing up till now. She took his head in her hands and kissed him long but gently on his dry lips, breaking off just to repeat the action. She didn't seem to notice the last spurts dripping from his penis onto the carpet or indeed from her vagina, or she simply didn't care. She changed position then, sitting aside his legs her arms around his neck, head against his chest. They sat like that for awhile while his breathing returned to normal. When it had, he looked at her and they smiled at each other. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek then returned her head to his chest. Michael slipped his right arm beneath her legs and his left around her back and, using the bed for support, clumsily got to his feet with her in his arms. She laughed as his semi-limp cock tickled the underside of her ass as he carried her round to side of the bed. With a little difficulty he managed to flip the covers back and lay her in the bed. He pulled the sheets back over her before crossing to the other side and slipping beneath them as well. Mellissa had turned over while he got in and now they lay snuggled against each other, looking into the other's eyes. Her arms were round his shoulders and his hands held her hips while their groins pressed against each other. "I think we have to agree, we're goin to keep doing this," Mellissa stated. "My thoughts too," Michael replied, "it's going to be hard work keeping it from Dad but I think we can manage it." Her face paled slightly at the mention of his step-father, but she nodded. "I don't see any other way. I still love your Father and he's great in bed but I love you too, and that was amazing; I'm not about to let go of you now that I've had you again." "I was amazing wasn't I?" He winked at her, "And you weren't too bad yourself." She gaped at him, before smirking with her eyes narrowed. She shoved him onto his back and rolled atop of him, bringing her knees up so she was kneeling. "Oh, really?" She said, "I'll show you who's amazing." He laughed as she positioned his again erect member at her hole and lowered herself onto him. She splayed her hands on his chest for support and began to slide up and down his long shaft, revelling in the feeling of their hips smacking together and his cock reaching all those new and seldom touched parts of her again. They were both moaning in sync as she pummelled his cock with her pussy, changing the tempo from a steady rhythm to rapid fucking every thirty seconds or so. She was controlling her own pleasure so that she wouldn't cum anytime soon, concentrating solely on bringing him to the brink before stopping, ignoring his disappointed growls before beginning again, just to stop once more. She must have done this eight or nine times before she couldn't hold herself back any longer. She bounced as fast and hard as she could on him for the last half minute before they both came together again. She slipped off him onto her side, snuggling close, again ignoring the fact that both of them were slick with sweat and their combined juices. When his breathing had returned to normal, Michael crushed her too him while kissing her long and hard. "That really was amazing, Mum," he said, beaming at her. She smiled, not even bothering to correct him, too lost in the glow of happiness they were sharing. They spent the next ten minutes or more just simply holding each other and kissing, before they felt they could go again. The made love several more times that night, before finally falling asleep, sweat drenched, slime covered and exhausted, but happy in each others arms. *** Michael screwed up his eyes. The sun was beaming directly on them and it had awoken him. He knew it was morning even without checking; it simply felt like it. He must have forgotten to close his curtains last night. Then he realised he was lying on his left side, yet his window was on the bed's right. His eyes were heavy with sleep as he forced them open. He found himself in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room, the sun beaming right at him. He raised his arm to cover his face and tried to roll away. Something soft, warm and pressed against his back prevented him. He squirmed until he got onto his back and could prop himself on his elbow. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he turned his groggy attention to what lay beside him. He smiled. There, curled against him, devoid of covers to the waist as he was, lay his Mother, the most perfect, sexy and gorgeous woman in the world. She looked so peaceful and yet hot in sleep. The woman who had given birth to him, now his lover. The memories of last night filled his mind and he grinned, his dick rising just at the thought. He turned on his side towards her and ran a soft hand from her shoulder down to her hips and back, revelling in the feel of her soft, silky skin. She moaned and repositioned herself slightly at his touch. Kissing her forehead gently, he sat up properly and stretched. Dry cum and sweat split as his taut, sticky skin rejected the motion. He would need to get cleaned up but first, his foggy brain needed coffee. Ambling downstairs, still naked, he wandered into the kitchen and set about preparing the coffee maker. Six minutes later he was standing with his back to the door admiring the garden, coffee at his lips when his penis was suddenly grasped from behind. It instantly stood to attention, and he almost dropped the coffee as he cried out, steadying himself against the counter while the hand jacked him for all it was worth. The ordeal lasted only ten seconds or more but already he was sweating and horny. The hand let go of him and a second joined it as they slipped up his chest to his shoulders and a body pressed against his back. "Morning, my Son," Mellissa breathed into his ear as she placed kisses as she trailed kisses along his neck. Michael sighed at the seductive tone of her voice. He set down the coffee as he turned in her arms, pulling her tightly to him, his hands massaging her perfect ass as they kissed over and over, their tongues invading the other's mouth. They broke apart, smiling at each other. "Pour me a cup then join at the table would you?" She asked. He answered her with a kiss before letting her go. He watched his naked Mother move to sit at the table. He shook his head wile grinning as he turned back to the coffee maker. "What's funny she asked?" "Well, you're still naked." "So are you," she ran an appreciative eye over him as he came towards the table. "I just meant I didn't expect you to be walking around here naked with me so soon. It's only been one night after all," he said as he sat down, sliding her cup to her. "Once you've been intimate with a woman, there's not much left for her to hide," she replied around a swig of her coffee. "I guess," he admitted, staring at his coffee; he still wasn't quite with it yet. She laid her hand on his which got his attention back. "Michael, I think we are both in mutual agreement that we want what happened last night to continue happening," he nodded so she went on, "So, to get away with it here's what happens. When he's not here, we're together and can do whatever we want. But when he is here this is a closed subject. We are never to mention it, refer to it, hint at or joke about it. It is never to be spoken of and is dead to the world," she said, mirroring her words from the night before, "Agreed?" "Agreed," he smiled. She returned the smile. "But you must promise; if you hear me and him at it, you must not get jealous. Simply take pride in the fact that you are better in bed than your Father. Be smug in fact, ok?" "I don't mind sharing you, Mum, as long as I get you at some point." "I'm yours as soon as he is away on his trips, I promise," she sealed the deal with a kiss. They both had finished their coffees by now and sat in companionable silence for a minute or two. His Mother rose and headed to the door. She turned back as she reached it. "I need a shower, care to join me?" She said, her words carrying double meaning as she extended her hand to him. He moved to her side and took the proffered hand and they left together. Over the next two weeks they had more fun together and when her husband and his step-father returned, they were both true to there word, but as soon as he left again, the fun began anew. The End ... for now Mellissa's First Blowjob "You know you really don't have to do this if you are uncomfortable with it. I won't hold it against you." Jake said trying his best to sound completely sincere. The fact was he was going to be very disappointed if he didn't get a blowjob that night but the last thing he wanted to do was pressure his girlfriend into something she was uncomfortable with. "I said I would do this." Melissa responded biting down on her lower lips. The truth was closer to she wanted to do this. She wasn't sure if she was happy that her boyfriend was enough of a gentleman that even after earning the right to get a blow job that he was still more interested in her comfort than his desires of if she was disappointed that he was going to pass up another opportunity. Part of Melissa was screaming and hoping that some how he could feel the sheer force of her thoughts. She had never given a man a blow job and at twenty seven it was past time. Partially because she'd thought that it was dirty when she'd been a young woman but also partially because no man had ever been bold enough to ask. She knew that it wasn't really logical but she couldn't volunteer to give a blowjob. If she did it because she wanted to she was a slut. If she did it because her boyfriend begged then she was a good girlfriend. It boggled her mind how he couldn't figure out something as simple as if she challenged him to a video game, not just any game since she wasn't unfamiliar with a joystick, but specifically to a winner takes all game of Street Fighter, a game at which he had actually placed in national tournaments since he was twenty one and she had just shy of shunned. The only thing she hadn't done was put a collar around her neck and kneel at his feet. With the way he was acting Melissa wasn't even sure that would work. She had never known that it was possible for a man to be too much of a gentlemen but that was exactly the case she'd found herself in. Jake considered his options while he looked his girlfriend over from head to toe. It was rather amazing what a few subtle changes could do to a woman's appearance. When he'd walked into her apartment she'd been wearing a black skirt that ended just above her knees, white socks bunched up around her ankles and a peasant top. Her hair had been pulled back in a crude bun, something she did when she simply didn't want her hair in her face but didn't have a plan for it. It was more than enough for a day they were just going to sit around playing video games and watching movies. Sometime while he was engrossed in either the video games or the movies she had changed not her cloths but how she was wearing them. The socks that had been bunched messily around her ankles were now stretched up to end a few inches above her knees and the skirt that had formerly ended there had been folded and rolled to a point where it didn't quite cover the bottom of her ass. The peasant blouse she was wearing had started off around her shoulders and even then it had been low cut but she had tugged the top halfway down her arms so it only covered her nipples. At the same time she'd rolled the bottom half up so much of the smooth flesh of her belly was clearly visible. To top it off she'd let her auburn curls loose from their bun and allowed them to cascade around her shoulders and cover part of her face. If she was trying to rob him of his self control it was working wonderfully. The innocent girl he'd walked in here with was a good girl and she deserved to be treated like the princess she was. The woman who was looking up at him right then was a slut who deserved to have a cock in her mouth. "Suck." Mellissa could barely believe that the words he said. Her boyfriend was too shy and he was going to back out even after all of the signals she was consciously sending him. The words he said didn't fully register until he unfastened his belt and lowered pants and boxers. It wasn't the first time she'd seen his cock, she'd given him a few hand jobs and they'd even had sex. It had never seemed to be this big before though. There was something about knowing it was going to be in her mouth that seemed to double the size. Mellissa slowly parted her lips and leaned forward running her tongue around the tip of his cock at first. She wasn't really sure what she was supposed to be doing other than it involved her mouth so she took it slowly at first. After she'd finished licking around the tip she went down to the base and started licking up and down like she was dealing with a new Popsicle. Jake was standing almost perfectly still staring down at her give her very first blowjob. After a few minutes of licking, kissing and stroking Mellissa finally worked up the nerve to wrap her lips around the tip of her boyfriend's dick and honestly begin to suck. She didn't have time to doubt if she was doing it right. Mellissa only got halfway down on Jake before he exploded. The sudden flood of semen choked Mellissa and forced her to back away coughing to clear her lungs. "I'm so sorry!" Jake shouted sinking down to his knees and wrapping his arms around him. "You didn't warn me!" Mellissa gasped slapping his shoulder. "You were sucking my dick, what did you think was going to happen?"