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Millie Ch. 01

By: Oldtalesoldman



The war was over, and I'm talking the "big" war, WWII. My father was home from the navy and as were most sailors her was thirsty for life, love and happiness and figured that all three of those could be rolled up and spread out on any bed all in one package called women. In this monumental conceptual philosophy of life my big sister was conceived and was born in '47. I stayed a gleam in my dear ol' dad's eye until the winter of '50 when I was cast upon the semen sea to fend for myself in the deep dark channel womb. It was a tough swim but I made it! I was born in the hot summer of '51.

In the early years most all I remember was living out on a West Texas farm in the middle of nowhere at the end of a dirt road that only came to our place. The dirt was red and hard and the wind was hot and dry. I can remember being bathed in a wash tub in the kitchen floor using water that was carried in from the well and heated on a wood burning stove. We milked our cows, churned our own butter and sometimes had bacon if there was a pig to be slaughtered. Chickens were everywhere so eggs were plentiful and fried chicken too! I'm not too sure how long we lived on the farm with my grandparents but it was a while.

By the time I was 5, in the mid 1950's life was pretty good for most people. We weren't any exception. By '53 my parents had separated and by '55 the inevitable divorce was final. My mother raised us by hard work and economical and judicious use of the money she earned. I was pretty young but I wasn't blind nor stupid. There were always men around too.

My mother was one of 9 children. There were 7 sisters and 2 brothers. All were born and raised by a tough dirt scratch farmer and his wife out in the middle of the Texas plains. Life WAS tough out on the farm. There was never a shortage of work to be done nor time enough in the day to get everything done. It was an endless life of work and drudgery just to get by until the next day. It wasn't glamorous by any means. In the late '40's speculators had started drilling everywhere and dirty old oil was discovered just about anywhere you could spit in Texas and Oklahoma. Wells popped up everywhere.

My grandparents were no exception. Oil was discovered on the farm too. But we didn't go from shoe less dirt farm kids to Cadillac driving near do wells either. The wells on the farm did good and there was money but it wasn't what the movies make it out to be. Basically what it meant was the my grandfather didn't need to plow from sun up to sun down every day of his life any more. He could sit at a folding table in the front room and smoke and play dominoes with some of his neighbors. Grandma got a new gas stove to cook on and the feed for the animals was BOUGHT at the feed store in town instead of gathered carefully from the fields. Corncobs were replaced by actual paper designed expressly for the purpose. It was a better world but the richness wasn't what people thought.

A secondary effect of the oil was to free the slaves. The farm slaves, born on the farm all the brothers and sisters were farm workers and as farm hands belonging to the owners were forced to work for the greater good of the farm and be a built in supply of labor to support the family. If any of the children ran off they were summarily hunted down by the sheriff and brought right back to the farm unless they were 18 or older. The children were finally free. Free to roam the country and seek out the life they dreamed of having. All of them left the farm after the oil was pumping.

I can tell you that my mothers life wasn't what she had dreamed it would or could be when she was 15 and still fresh on the farm. She moved to the big city just to get work. The job she eventually landed was based on experience. Pressing clothes in a dry cleaners. It was hard, hot work with long hours for minimum wages. We got by but didn't have anything. Oddly enough us two kids didn't realize we were dirt poor. We ate a LOT of beans and cornbread and enjoyed it. Mom worked,we went to school and everything was great. Time passed like that for a while. She was impregnated at 16 and had my sister, married my father after 4 years became pregnant with me. Then summarily divorced my father and went out on her own.

Youth was not wasted on me. I was the only male in a 5 woman household basically. There was my mom Millie, my aunt Marge and aunt Georgia as well as my older sister Mary. My sister grew up fast and married while still in high school, she was still quite young but very headstrong too and left the nest as soon as she could. Absolutely nothing physical ever happened with the women before I was 18 I am sorry to say. I suppose the very early years of a man's life is what places him on a path of later desires maybe but at the time I was just having fun and had no idea what was going on with me.

Odd how small things like those incidents molded my conception of the woman of my fantasies. At 18, it initially wasn't my Mother or my aunts either but a sort of general face woman with shoulder length hair and medium build on top and slim hips. Before, I'm not sure I ever thought about a woman totally naked back then because although there was Playboy, it just still didn't show anything below the waist except maybe the faint impression of pubic hair under the gauze of semi sheer underwear. That's it. So since I had never seen what a woman's bottom looked like it was left to my imagination to try to place it in my fantasies. Oh, by then though I had discovered the Playboy Forum too.

The Forum was in it's infancy when I first started to read it and there were a LOT of the entries that just simply were fantastic reading for a teen but also totally unbelievable to any thinking human being. The proverbial VW bus load of nubile naked college cheerleaders picking up a geek and ravishing him repeatedly over a 4 day holiday weekend comes to mind here. Fantasy fuel only and at a cheap price too! But it was educational as I learned words like Gay, Lesbian, cunnilingus, analingus, and my all time favorite coitus. It was funny because it took me a long time to understand what coitus meant as there was never an explanation in the Forum and I just took it to mean that it was a generally understood word to everyone...except me. I nearly fell over when I finally got it! Coitus was fucking! Holy cow!

This was my life of learning about sex by reading about it from Playboy and friends! Of course at 18 I had just graduated high school and already had a good job lined up. A neighbor from just down the street had fixed me up with a job working on the highway maintenance crew. It had really started the summer before as a summer only job but once I was close to graduation I was asked to come back full time as a regular employee. The job was 7 to 4 daily with weekends off. It was good money too as I was earning a wage that older men were supporting their families on. Not too bad for an 18 year old kid!

I had graduated no where near the top of my class and was just lucky to have a neighbor that liked me. The job was hard labor and outside work consisting of manual labor like shoveling caleche or pre-mix paving material into holes in the highway or operating the jack hammer and tearing up concrete for inspections of underground utilities and that type thing. I also was expected to drive a 6 ton dump truck with some precision and also learn to operate some heavy equipment such as front end loaders and back hoes and such. It was a great job for me and like I said it paid well.

My mother wasn't really too impressed with me working yet as I had just graduated and since my schedule for work very closely matched my school schedule she really didn't see the difference until I got that first paycheck and left her half the money on her bedroom nightstand.

She thought it was a joke or something and tried to give it back. My two weeks pay was a little over double what she was earning for pressing clothes in a month, so when I left her half of it she thought it was my entire paycheck and tried to give it back to me. I just laughed and told her,"Keep the money Honey, you earned it!"

My sister had gotten married three years earlier and was living out of state so it had been just me and Mom for a while. She knew me pretty well and knew I wanted a motorcycle pretty bad. Not just any bike either, oh no, I had been watching too much TV and a lot of "Then Came Bronson". I wanted a brand new Harley Sportster. She also knew what they cost and knew I wouldn't buy one until I could afford it over and above my living expenses. So when she saw the amount of money I had given she just figured it was all I had and was trying to give it back, so when I wouldn't take it she was dumbfounded.

"What did I do to earn it?" She gave me a really funny questioning look and added,"Or since you left it on my bedroom nightstand, exactly what do you want me to do to earn all this money? And you do know that if that is what you are wanting me to do that it is illegal, immoral and socially unacceptable between family members don't you?"

Not only was it what she had said that caught me off guard, but it was the low tone naughty voice she used saying it that got my attention. Evidently my Mother hadn't missed too many issues of Playboy either and had been reading it and not just looking at the photographs! She had the teasing part down pat. I immediately began to wonder what else she knew.

"Mom, I wasn't suggesting anything by..." I was stammering and trying to think of something quick to say that would make my embarrassment go away,"I mean that money wasn't...I didn't mean it like I was payin' you for..."

Mom was smiling at me now. Not the friendly mother/son smile but the hot I'm a woman and you're a man I want smile that you get just before the bars close. It was her eyes, they were looking into my very soul. Her hips were swaying as she stood there in a nervous kind of way. She had said it to tease me but it was clear that she was giving what had just come out of her mouth some thought too. It wasn't just BS. It was as though she were making her mind up about something important too. Mulling it over quickly.

For me, very quickly, images of my mother flashed through my memory and these were not the type of images a son normally has of his Mother. I was flashing on her in stages of undress or dressing I had accidentally witnessed. The scenes were not erotic then, but now as I thought of them I began to stiffen. It was all happening so fast! I had just realized my Mother was a woman too. Actually what I suddenly was struck dumb by was that my Mother was a good looking woman, a damn good looking woman with a really nice body! What the hell was the matter with me!

Suddenly I was looking at her and she had that smile and was looking at me and I think at that moment she KNEW I was thinking of her naked, or almost naked. She knew I was. Her eyes glanced at my growing bulge and quickly back to my eyes. I felt my face flush and she saw it too.

"You will let me know when you've made up your mind, won't you?" She said softly as she turned away.

I had been headed to the bathroom to shower but had been frozen stiff in the hall by all of this and hadn't yet fully recovered. My mind was still processing what had been said and what my perception of the scene was. Mom was flirting with me? Why? What could a hot looking woman like my Mother possibly see in a young kid like me? Hell I worked all the time so she didn't see me much and when she did it was something like this, a quick meeting going to or from the bathroom or kitchen.

My eyes blinked and I answered,"Yes Mom, as soon as I figure it out, I'll tell you." I was shaking slightly and just sort of allowed the shaking to go to my head and she was again looking at me. Actually it appeared to me as though she were looking through me as she replied,"Well it shouldn't be too hard for you to figure out Son, but take your time and I'll be ready for what ever you want."

I was dazed and looked into those eyes of hers and saw that glint, the sparkle or twinkle of mischief there. She knew what she was saying. The innuendo was clear and so was the sultry voice that delivered it. She knew what she was doing but I sure as hell didn't, or at the very least I was unclear if she actually was doing anything and certainly wasn't clear that she wanted to do anything! Was I THAT naive? Did I miss something? WAS my Mother asking me if I wanted to "have" her? Oh hell I really needed a shower now but it was gonna need to be a lot colder now so I could think this over!

The air was suddenly hot as I went in still thinking of the way my Mother was looking at me. The way her eyes were sparkling. The tone of voice she used. She was as seductive as I had ever seen her with any man she had ever been with in front of me. I began to think of her in terms of a seductive woman. A good looking woman with a really nice body. A babe. My Mother! What the hell was getting into me? I wasn't sure I wanted to be thinking of my Mother naked, willing and so damn good looking!

My hands twisted the knobs and turned on the water in the bath to let it run warm. It took a couple of minutes to get to an acceptable temperature. Not hot but it wasn't spraying icicles either. I shivered as I went in under the soft spray. I lathered and began to soap myself. I wasn't surprised to find myself hard as a rock. I couldn't think it away and the cool water sure as hell wasn't working so I just palmed myself and with the soap as lubricant did a very slow stroke and began to think this situation over.

What was my original intention? Good. Nice and as far away from anything naughty as could be! I hadn't had any sexual thoughts about my Mother ever. I don't know why. What? What kind of thinking is that? Should I have been thinking of my Mother in some degenerative sexual way all this time? I know I had been busy working but these thoughts suddenly popping into my brain were unsettling. I had thought about girls, young girls in school from time to time, but they all seemed silly and interested only in themselves. I didn't have time for that. They smelled good and some looked really good but those girls usually wouldn't give me the time of day. Mom smelled good too and she sure as hell looked good. Much better looking than any of the girls I had ever been with.

What brought this on? This thinking of my Mother in a sexual way. Thinking she was a real babe. A babe? Well yeah, she actually was and I guess I had just never thought of her in that way before. Well I had not had a girlfriend in school at all as I worked a lot. In my sophomore year I had gotten a part time job at K-Mart in their grocery department because it was the only thing I had any experience doing. I had bagged groceries in a really little town we had moved to when I was 12. It paid better than a paper route and I had the job for almost a year until we moved here. I didn't work again until I was into high school because I couldn't get a job with so many other kids in this city the good jobs were pretty scarce and I didn't have a car so driving across town was not going to happen. So when I was 16 and a sophomore I had Mom take me to the K-Mart and talked to the grocery manager and got the job. It was an after school weekend only job at first until he could evaluate me. I got the job after the first week because I could bag, and also check and I could stock. It didn't hurt that I wasn't to good to sweep, mop and clean toilets either. Being a farm boy made you a jack of all trades!

Besides cleaning up spills in a tiled floor building was nothing compared to cleaning out a shitty chicken coup that had over 100 chickens in it! I also asked my Mother to drive me out to the Harley Davidson dealer so that I could "look" at the bikes. She did, but very reluctantly. No Sportsters in stock.

We had agreed that I wasn't going to get that Sportster until I graduated so I needed some transportation to be able to get around while she was at work. I needed to be able to get from school to work and work to home and home to school. So here we were "looking" at car lots.

I saw the car I was interested in as we were passing over the RR bridge. It was on a small lot back to the side of the bridge. Almost hidden and if you weren't looking or paying attention you'd never even see it. I know I had been over this bridge with my Mother probably 1000 times and I hadn't seen this little lot before today. There was a small wood building painted white in the far corner of the lot, it had an unpainted wood door and a big picture glass window. Behind that big clear piece of glass sat a big guy behind a large desk chewing a cigar and watching. He didn't come out of the little building when I got out of my Mother's car because he could tell I was too young to deal with.

I knew I wanted the car I had seen from on top of that bridge. It had caught my eye and I fell in love with it right away even before I had a close look at it. I tried to feign interest in a couple of others he had on his little lot but my eyes kept centering on the beauty I really wanted.

It was a maroon hardtop Ford Galaxie 500 XL. A hardtop. Solid maroon in color and no vinyl top. It had white leather interior and bucket seats! Oh man I was in love. I looked it over very carefully. Tires weren't bad. I figured I could maybe get a couple of years out of them maybe three if I took it easy. No dents or scratches. I opened the drivers door and noted that it did not sag as it opened. I closed it and it snugged up tightly with just the latch which was another good sign. This car had been well taken care of.

I wanted to hear it run and inspect the engine so I turned and looked toward the little building. My Mother had parked the car by then and was out of it and walking toward me from across the street. I only glanced at her but I think as soon as she saw my face she knew. I had my head down in thought as I turned back to head toward the little building and the cigar chewing proprietor.

"Help you folks out today?" I heard almost as I nearly ran into the big guy. He wasn't looking at me but at Mother. Since I had stopped so suddenly I turned to give her a second glance too and saw what he was looking at. She was quite a good figure of a woman. Sleeveless blouse and tight blue slacks that showed her heart shaped ass form the rear and were well wrinkled at the crotch in the front from her sitting. Her white bra was full and swaying easily as she walked toward us, the padding was doing it's job to the max.

I turned back toward the guy and raised my hand as if I were in his class at school and I needed his attention for permission to piss, "I'm the customer here sir."

He eyed me up and down like a piece of meat in the market store before speaking in a raspy voice,"You don't look old enough to be a customer of mine!"

I knew I needed to get his attention so I just stepped forward so that I was right in his face, toe to toe so to speak and loudly announced,"Well sir, If you want to sell a car today and you would like to make any money then I am the one you'll need to deal with!"

He backed up a step and I pressed forward still speaking in a loud voice,"I'm not a pissy little kid, I have a steady job I work hard and long at for the money I earn and I do not intend to just GIVE it away." I paused for a breath and to allow him a quick glance at my now smiling Mother before I went on,"You've got my car sitting over there and I want it. IF! If you turn around and go get the key so we can start her up AND if there are no issues with the engine, drive train or electrical systems."

He cast another look at Mom, giving her the same sizing he had given me except in a sexual way instead. I realized right then that this jerk wasn't interested in selling a kid a car, but he was interested in the kid at all until the kid's Mother walked across the street. He wanted very badly to get the kid out of his hair so that he could meet and greet the Mother. What a babe!


Millie Ch. 01



The big guy only hesitated a second and I thought he was going to say something but he didn't and instead just wheeled around on his heel and headed back into the little shack to fetch the keys.

"Please let me do this Mom." I wasn't looking at her and was using a low tone voice so that he wouldn't hear me.

"All right Honey, I won't say anything but I think my being here might help. I should look at it with you and I am sure he won't mind. In fact if I just talk to him a little he might even let you take it for a test drive by yourself." She also spoke very low so that the guy couldn't hear her either. She was back to using that sultry voice and as I looked at her she gave ma a subtle wink of her eye. The seductress had come out to play! I understood right away what she wanted to do and almost felt sorry for the big guy. I did notice one or maybe even two buttons on the top of Mom's blouse had come undone and it was open a little wider allowing the tops of her breasts to show more. I ogled her too and she just gave me a little shoulder shimmy and giggled as she then turned away before the big guy approached.

I didn't say anything more but had turned to head back to the Ford. Wholly crap! Mom was showing her tits and teasing this guy and what really lit my fire was that she was doing it for me! I could hear the big guy's patent leather shoes clip clopping on the hard cement as he approached. My mother was pacing me only one row over. I turned and saw why. The big guy was behind her by about 20 feet and had his eyes glued to her ass. She had her eyes glued to mine and was smiling at me. "Is that the one?" Her voice crisp in the afternoon air as she pointed to the maroon Ford. When she had stopped to point to the car the big guy almost ran into her from behind but was able to pull up just short of touching her. The position did allow him one advantage and that was when he looked down my Mother's breasts were well thrust out in front of her as she pointed. Her arm stayed extended and her shoulders taught as she struck the pose. His eyes bulged nearly out of their sockets looking down her blouse!

"Yeah, but I'm not sure yet. I want to hear it run and check a few things and maybe take it out for a quick spin if it looks like we might be able to do business." I was looking at the big guy, in the end. He was holding the keys out to me but still had his eyes on Mom's tits and she was putting on a display for him. She now had his full undivided attention on her and she was giving me the smile and her eyes were again sparkling. She was helping me using her body and she had, for the first time in my life at least, allowed me to know and see her do it. I wasn't sure if the teasing of the big guy was it or if it was the fact that she was letting me see her do it that was turning her on!

"Oh, go ahead and take her for a spin and I'll keep your wonderful Mother for collateral." He wheezed watching Mom for her reaction and out of breath from the walking. It was clear this guy didn't get much exercise. Mom just smiled at him and sauntered around staying away but as close as necessary to keep his interest, it was an art form for her.

Corralling the keys from his waving hand took some doing but he never looked at me as I did it as he was far too engrossed with watching the show my Mother was putting on just for him.

I opened the trunk first. It was clean and I checked the spare and it had fairly good tread or at least as good as the ones on the ground had. The jack didn't look like it had ever been used. Good. I closed the trunk and opened the drivers door and slid into the seat. It had a console and when I had first looked at it and saw the chrome stick rising out of it I had assumed it was an automatic. It wasn't. It was a 4 speed manual with a reverse lock out. Sweet. I slid the key into the dash and pressed in the clutch pedal as I turned it. The motor fired right up and idled smoothly.

I got out and went around to the front of the car and felt under the hood for the release. I pulled it and the hood popped. I pressed the catch and raised it fully. The engine looked pretty clean and the entire compartment was fairly clean. I noticed a red rag in a small space near the battery and pulled that out. It was a red shop towel used for checking the oil.

I walked around to the rear of the car and bent down and ran a finger into the exhaust pipe on the left side. Dual exhaust was good too. The residue was black and dry and powdery. Good. Wasn't burning oil or it would have been greasy and sticky. I was very happy. The white shoe polish on the windshield said $1100 and was underlined. I went back up front and shut the hood noting it was firm on both sides and latched solidly without slamming it. The rear of the hood also was firm and didn't have any give either.

I simply got in and drove away. I went through all the gears and listened to the transmission. I ran each gear up in power and listened to it on deceleration. It was good. All I wanted to check now was the rear end plug and the electrical. I cycled all the door and window controls a couple of times and everything worked flawlessly. I turned on the radio and got the local rock station and was happy as I went back to the lot. I also noted that it had a half a tank of gas in it.

When I got back they were in the shack sitting and I'm sure the guy wished Mom had been wearing a dress! Hell I bet Mom wished she had one on too! I pulled up in front of the little shack instead of re-parking it back where it had been. I went in and the haggling started in earnest after the formalities of introduction were over. He stuck to the $1100 and I was at $850. I finally got him down to $950 and we agreed to $300 down and $50 a month for 18 months. He never asked me for the keys back after I gave him the $300, but instead just rose from behind the desk offering me his hand and said simply but very firmly,"Don't make me come get it." It would only take me a year to pay it off. 

His grip was hard and I knew he meant what he had just said. I gripped his hand as firmly as I could and said to him,"Don't worry I won't." I didn't have to wonder how he knew where to find it because the smile he gave my Mother and the glance one last time down her open blouse told me all I wanted to know.

That was it, I had bought my first car. I walked out and got into my "new" car and started her up but didn't drive away until Mom walked out and sauntered across the lot and street to her car and drove away. Then I turned to the guy and gave him the tip of hat salute and drove away. Before we got home Mom had drifted behind me and followed me. When we arrived she motioned me into the driveway and she parked her car out front along the curb. She ran over and got into the passenger side smiling like a schoolgirl at me she exclaimed,"Take me for a ride Honey!" So I backed out and drove us out to the highway and went out a ways. It was a sweet running car and looked great! Mom was squirming around and looking everything over and trying out all the knobs and everything she could. She was more excited than I was. Her only frown was at the center console. When her eyes caught mine she just frowned and said," Not too good for having a hot date." I actually laughed then because I didn't even have a girlfriend.

I worked every day after school and every weekend too and averaged over $80 a week doing that. It was tough because that's all I did was work, eat, sleep and go to school. The car was paid for by the start of school my Junior year. Mom always took the payment to the lot to give to the big guy. She told me that that was the "interest" he and she had agreed on while I was gone on my test drive. Sex not only sells, sometimes it helps when buying too.

I hardly ever studied and got by with anywhere from a 2.5 to a 3.0 GPA. Wasn't anywhere near the top of the class but I didn't fail either. I also didn't have any time for anything else including girls and that thought brought me back to that day's little episode with my Mother. When we got home from the ride in my new car she sat there for a little wile talking to me and it was sweet. I felt like she was treating me like a man for the first time. I remembered the little blue stain on the white seat after she got out of my car. She had been excited. Her pussy must have been moist at least for the heat to make the dye of her slacks leave a mark on my white leather seat. The car ride with me had excited her. What's more she had "marked" my car with her pussy. How long ago had that been? Not that long.

My Mother was teasing and taunting me now too, but the promise of a payoff was there both in her voice and her eyes as she looked into mine.

I was at the very least a little ashamed and at the most turned on like crazy. I had given her, well okay what I had really done was leave her the money on her nightstand beside her bed so that she would find it without any trouble.

I wasn't trying to act like I was paying a prostitute! Hell that thought hadn't even crossed my naive little mind, but it had crossed her's. Why?

I stopped stroking my cock and washed in earnest now wanting to get out because I had more questions than answers. It was a strange time. I was out of school so not a schoolboy any longer and working full time at a good job and earning a good wage, I was in a position to finally give my Mother something she had never had, comfort. I had the means but wasn't really suave in the manners. It hit me like a ton of bricks! She was trying to give me a lesson. Showing me that I was treating her like a prostitute by just leaving money by her bed!

Yes I did need to get out of the shower and I definitely needed to talk to Mom! I needed to try to get a handle on these new feelings I was getting. More than that I needed to try to find out if the perceptions I was getting from her were really what she intended me to get. Was she just teasing? Was she just playing, practicing her sultry seduction way on me? Was it a game to her or did she have a real agenda here? So many questions and no real answers. If it was a game Mom was holding all the cards because no matter how beautiful she was or how many times she flaunted her beautiful body at me, she was still my Mother. Lord knows I wouldn't mind seeing her and listening to the sultry slutty talk but in the end I wasn't about to insult her in any way any more than I would stand by and let some other asshole insult her, she was my Mother.

When I emerged from the shower I thought I was alone in the house. I was disappointed too because I had really wanted to try to explain to Mom why I had just left her the money and maybe explain some of my feelings. I had wanted maybe to sit and have a nice long talk with her about the way our lives were going and where we were heading. But when I poked my head out of the bathroom she wasn't there and her bedroom door was closed like it usually was when she left the house. I closed the bathroom door and toweled off. I needed to go to my room to get dressed.

Mom was waiting for me as I opened the bathroom door the second time. She had made us a glass of iced tea and was offering one to me. It made things difficult as I was grasping my towel at my waist and holding my dirty clothes with the other hand and had no real way to take the offered glass from her. She just smiled at my paradox as she said, "I thought you'd like a nice cold glass of iced tea to cool down with." She was back to teasing me. Her top was open and her breasts were nice and round and on display for me. For me. She was doing this on purpose. Teasing me. Testing me? She just stood there, posing for me. She was showing me her tits. She smiled at me and her eyes were sparkling. She wanted me to look at her tits!

I suddenly decided that two can play this little game so I let go of the towel and it dropped to the floor in a heap, I tossed the dirty clothes from my other hand onto the pile as I reached up and took the glass from my Mother's hand. I never let my eyes wander away from those magnificent tits though even as I lifted the glass and had a quick swallow of tea.

After swallowing the tea I looked her square in the eyes saying,"My goodness that's good! You know just the things that make me happy!" I looked down at her beautiful full globes for a second and then back to her eyes watching to see if she had caught my pitched innuendo.

She had. Her eyebrows went up as she talked,"Well I know SOME things you like but not everything." After a few more seconds of watching me stare at her ample tits he turned to go toward the kitchen so I followed watching her pert ass sway as I did. She knew I was ogling her ass and put a little extra sway into it as she walked. It was her specialty. I suddenly felt like that big guy at the car lot!

When we both got into the kitchen we each took a seat at the table to enjoy our tea. I was still naked and although it was a bold step for me I wanted to be provocative. It's hard to be very provocative when you're hard as a rock and in front of your Mother to boot!

"Are you comfortable dear?" She was clearly amused. She also had taken a good long look at my cock as I entered the room and made my way to a seat.

"Why yes I am Mother. As a matter of fact I was going to suggest you get undressed and be comfortable too." It was a wise assed quip and I knew it as soon as I said it.

She gave me a sharp look to try to tell if I was kidding or being serious. I let her wonder a second or two before saying,"I was only kidding Mom, besides you know that if you started to strip I'd have to go in the other room." Now I was blushing and I couldn't hide it.

"Why? I mean if you have the balls to come in here naked and sit there, then why on earth would you need to leave if I started to get naked?" She was serious. "It's not like you haven't tried to see me naked before!" This last admission that she "knew" I had tried in the past to spy on her was a little shocking too. I didn't think she knew. I guess I should have known because Mom's always know.

It's not like you don't leer at me. Hell you look at my breasts more than most of the men I've ever dated!" She just gave me that look with those sparkling eyes. She was right and I was embarrassed. Seconds passed as I regained my initial resolve to see if I could get some of my feelings out and try to sound out my Mother as to hers.

"Well I did this as a joke trying to embarrass you because you were trying to taunt me before." I looked at her now and was also trying to be serious but it just wasn't working while I was sitting there naked.

"I'll be right back!" I was up and out before she could say anything else. I knew she was watching me closely and didn't miss my erect cock as I turned the corner either. I sprinted down the hall to my room and grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on. I quickly decided that that was all I was going to put on to leave the resemblance of being naked even if I wasn't any longer. I hurried back to the table and took my seat. Mom was really smiling now.

"To answer your question, I couldn't stay because I would be too embarrassed." Was all I said and took a sip of tea.

She was sipping too but looking at me over the top of her glass like a lover does over a cocktail at a bar late at night. Her eyes were bright and sparkling as they had been earlier and I realized that she was flirting with me and enjoying it tremendously.

Why? I kept coming back to that question. Why? Why me? Why now?

"Embarrassed BY me or embarrassed FOR me?" Her eyebrows went up as she asked.

"Mom I'd be embarrassed by you, never for you." I was blushing again. Damn.

"Oh, so I'd embarrass you if I were to strip in front of you now?" Her questioning look was gone and there was little expression on her face as she spoke. "You'd be embarrassed by this old body being naked in from of you, is that it?"

"No." I was blushing again and was sure tired of it! "I mean yes, oh dammit you get me so fucked up with your teasing and questions I can't answer. I know what I WANT to say but just have a really hard time saying it to you."

"Is it because I am your Mother or is it because I am too old and worn out?" She was back to the curious look now,"Or is it just because I am a woman?"

"Aw shit Mom!" I was getting exasperated. "It's not just that you are my Mother, but you are and you know it and I know it and it ain't that your too old cause every guy you're around always turns to give you that "look". I see it all the time."

I was just getting going and I wanted to continue the thought while I was able to get it out,"And to be honest I haven't ever given it much thought about you being just a woman, hell I don't think it ever occurred to me that you were anything but my Mother until a few days ago and I'll tell you what, I've been thinking of you as a woman since the other day and I'm ashamed of myself for getting all hot to trot over my own Mother!"

There it was out in the open now.

I had said it and it wasn't going to go back into my mouth. I was looking down at the table. I took a quick swallow of tea to wet my whistle while there was a lull in the action and had another thought so I continued,"And I'll tell you something else, I didn't mean any disrespect nor was I trying to treat you like a prostitute when I left that money on your nightstand for you. It was just that I made so much on my first check I wanted to let you know that I would start to take a little more share of the responsibility and the bills around here is all."

"I just wanted to let you know that you might be able to relax for once in your life and actually begin to enjoy life a little without having to constantly worry about making the living for us all." My eyes were tearing now because I was sorry I had done it and I was trying to make her see that I loved her and would never treat her like that.

When I looked up her eyes too were starting to redden and get watery. "I was only teasing you Son, hell if you wanted a whore you can get one a hell of a lot cheaper than that!"

Now I smiled because I knew what she said was true but had a quick thought as to how she would know that?

"If I wanted a whore just for sex I wouldn't expect anyone as beautiful as you Mother." The words just came out of my mouth without my even thinking them.

Her eyes shot up to meet mine and radiated love! "You think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes Mother I do. Your beauty isn't all physical either. It's not only your face or your body that attracts me but also your inner being, your attitude and everything combined. It's the way you move and the way you talk and act all rolled up into one that makes the package." I was on a roll here!

"I'm just not quite to point in my thinking or feelings where I want to think of you in that way." I was trying to steer the conversation my way.

"You mean you wouldn't want to have sex with a woman that looks like me?" She was smiling again now and the twinkle was back. She had twisted what I had said but I knew what she meant.

"I would love to have sex with a woman that looks just like you!" I was looking into her twinkling eyes with the same mischievous look I hoped, as I continued,"But I wouldn't want her to be a prostitute."

Now Mom's look changed to one of bewilderment. "Why not, I'd of thought a young man would want a woman that would do "everything" and "anything" he wanted."

"Well to tell you the truth what you just said sounds about right but I'd also want her to take me in hand and teach me how to make love to a woman not just how to fuck one, and I wouldn't want her to be a one night stand but a constant companion that would be available ALL of the time." I was still holding my expression.

Her eyes widened and she exclaimed,"Oh, so what you want is a Mother that can teach you how to have sex, and how to please a woman, but not just please yourself, and be available all the time?" Each of her pauses in the little speech had been very effective on me.




Millie Ch. 01



Our eyes held each other's gaze for moments, both twinkling in mischief.

"Yes, that's about right. That's what think I want Mother. I want a total slut in bed and a prim and proper Mother in public. A secret so big that it cannot be shared with anyone. Ever. A woman that has done it all and can teach it all and knows how to hide it oh so well!"

Again our eyes held each other for eternal seconds.

"You know what you're asking and what that would ultimately lead to don't you?" The twinkle was still there but the questioning look was too.

"Yes I think I know what you are saying without you saying it Mom." She rose then and went to pour herself another glass of tea. I just got up and slowly walked out. My boxers were severely tented and I am sure she saw.

We had covered a lot of ground in a short time. I guessed that we both were just showing our horniness as neither of us had been out on a date in a long long time. I also figured that the teasing had done it's job, at least on me it had as I was pretty dog gone worked up.

For some reason I knew my Mother was pretty worked up too but I couldn't put my finger on exactly what had triggered it. I knew that I'd start watching her more closely from now on though, even if she did know I was doing it, hell in spite of her knowing! Now I was going to be obvious about ogling her when ever I got the chance.

A couple of weeks passed and neither of us mentioned that little talk again, but things around the house had definitely changed, and for the much better! I noticed Mom was much more casual about keeping her door closed when she was dressing or undressing and knowing if I could see I would look. She was letting me see what I wanted to see as often as we were home together.

She was also pretty careless with her worn underwear. She would strip in the bathroom and leave her clothes piled on top of the hamper with her panties on top of that pile. A lot. She knew I was sniffing them at the very least. To be honest, for me a major part of the turn on in sniffing her panties was knowing that she KNEW I was doing it!

She also began to wear smaller and more sheer underwear. Bras too. They became very sheer and allowed her dark areola to show through quite easily and my Mother wasn't ashamed of her tits at all! In fact after she would get home from work it was not unusual to find her in a pair of short shorts and an old t-shirt sans bra running around the house. She didn't take my old t-shirts though as they were not her style. She bought "V" neck's and the V was perfect for showing off. She must have bought a few that were really large and cut the bottom part off and split the tail so that she could tie it just under her tits as the V was loose and every now and again a tit would come out if she bent down just right, and she always seemed to be able to do that whenever I was there!

We didn't talk much about it and I could tell that Mom was doing her communicating visually instead of vocally and I actually liked that part but was really concerned with the other. I had been doing a lot of reading and studying to try to figure out my feelings and deal with the issues. I had a pretty good idea of what I thought I wanted and I also knew that it was wrong. Mother knew the same things but it was obvious that she would go along with whatever I chose to do. It was tough trying to do what was right for both of us. I knew my Mother was putting this responsibility off on me on purpose. She had been made to make all our decisions all my life and wanted me to experience that major responsibility once myself.

Incest. That's what it was called. Incest. What the word meant was when two first generation or first and second generation relatives indulged in consensual sexual intercourse. Morally apprehensible. Socially cast as though it were the black plague. Huge consequences if caught. Babies deformed and insane if there were conception and almost every definition I had seen referred to a great possibility of conception through any incestuous relationship. Was that what I wanted to share a bed with my own Mother? I had a lot on my plate. Could we? Would we? If I wanted her and she agreed, would there be a chance I could get her pregnant? Did I want that? Did she want that? How would we explain it? How would it start? Should I just go into her room and tell her I wanted to fuck her like a slut? Seduction was far more attractive for me, but wait wasn't that what she was doing to me right now?

I had to think this over and obviously forgetting the teasing and visual stimulus, my Mother was thinking things over too because we hadn't had a discussion session again since that first one. Maybe she had cooled to any notion of sexual contact and was just going to tease me to death. Maybe she only wanted the innuendo and not the real deal. Maybe I was misreading her intentions and letting my non existent sex life make me look toward my own Mother. I hadn't figured anything out and now had more questions than answers. To me she grew in beauty every day and in every way.

I did know one thing, Mother's nipples were fabulous and I loved seeing them as she well knew from me more or less following her around when she was wearing nothing but those little damn t-shirts and her nipples hard as rocks! I was almost as bad just wearing boxers and allowing her to see my well tented crotch all the time. Not many secrets in our little house anymore, but not any real sex either.

We were going to need a catalyst to bring us to the next stage. No matter which way we were to go I wasn't sure either of us was ready to just face the truth. We wanted to have a sexual relationship. Hell, we WERE having a sexual relationship now except we weren't going past the foreplay stage.

I was constantly thinking about my Mother now and very concerned that she might not be thinking of me or about the situation.

My problem was was that I was so confused. My Mother was a certified babe. I knew it and every man I had ever seen within spitting distance of my Mom confirmed it.

My Mother turned me on tremendously.

I was sniffing my Mothers damp panties on an almost daily basis and was enamored with her special fragrance.

I was also routinely licking the panties to taste her. It was good but I wanted to get to the source, at least I thought so. Would that be the start?

I really wanted her to want me too. Did she want me? I mean sexually? Would she want to do "everything" and "anything" with me, her own son? What did I want her to do? Specifically? What did she want me to do with her, for her? She was far and away more sexually experienced than I was. Could I do anything she wanted? Would she just tell me to do things or would I need to discover her wishes on my own? If that were going to be the case I was certain she would quickly became disappointed with her very inexperienced and naive son! Shame and disappointment rained over me when I had these thoughts. How in the living hell could a kid like me ever hope to make a woman like her happy?

I couldn't really answer that because I had little experiences of my own. Oh I had been around other guy's when they would talk about their dates and experiences with girls. I knew the basics and also some pretty nasty things too. I had dated a girl when I was a sophomore but it didn't go too far because I worked too much.

Incest. Did I want to have sex with my own Mother? Was I trying to seduce her? Was she trying to seduce me? What kind of sexual things did I want to do to or with my Mother? Was ANY sex between us considered incest? Everything I read always mentioned sexual intercourse as being incest. So was everything else NOT incest?

I was starting to answer a few of my own questions fairly quickly.

After doing a lot of research through every old Playboy magazine I could lay my hands on I decided that anything sexual except intercourse was fine, as a matter of fact it was only mostly considered foreplay. In fact the general consensus was that everything other than actual intercourse was foreplay! Foreplay was good because we were already starting and well into that. It was that huge gorilla in the room that came after the foreplay that scared the shit out of me.

I was all for foreplay. I was also a big fan of voyeurism and hoped to be a connoisseur of cunnilingus as well as a dedicated participant of most of what was considered fetishes like panty sniffing. Just the mere thought of watching a girl pee turned me on and it was something I hadn't even seen yet, but I knew I wanted to! I also knew I wanted to kiss my Mothers feet and toes. I thought I might like jacking off in front of her so I guess I was a exhibitionist too. Hell I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do with or to my Mom but I was absolutely certain that I DID want to find out if she felt the same. If she did I wasn't sure where it might go but I knew I would enjoy the ride.

Mom was acting very cool as I said. She was open about everything except talking. I needed something to happen to break the ice so to speak and get us going. The more I looked at my Mother the more resolved I became. I wanted her.

I wanted her in the basic man wants woman way. I wanted her in every way. I wanted her sparkling eyes and clear skin face. I wanted her wonderful body for my own. I wanted her every single nasty naughty thought to be about me. Mine were certainly about her. I had given it a lot of thought and especially lately. My Mother wasn't a beauty queen. Oh, she was very pretty to look at and she wore some revealing clothes to accentuate her nice body. She was clean and always dressed nice if provocative. She could carry on a conversation with the damned Pope or laugh with the boys about the filthiest jokes you might ever hear. She was sultry and sexy as well as being prim and proper. Add all of that up and I was in love with a very beautiful woman that I knew was the one I wanted.

I knew.

Now I needed to find a way to convince her or make her understand that I was going to be her man. Not a kid any more. Not her son, but her man. I so desperately needed for her to see me as her man. I wanted her to begin to look at me in a totally new way.

As her lover.



Millie Ch. 02



I decided that Mom wasn't going to just let me be her lover. I needed to start taking control. She had left the deciding up to me. I wanted her. I just needed to start showing her that I did. I had decided that incest be damned. I loved my Mother and not in the family way. I wanted her sexually. The urge to have her was the strongest feeling I had ever had. She was the singularly most beautiful woman I had ever known and I was in love with her. I knew the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. I loved my sister and my aunts. I was totally IN love with my Mother. I decided to begin to take charge. The decision changed me too. Things were going to be different.

The phone rang so I picked it up,"Billy?". I knew immediately who it was! "Yeah, it's me. You've got one don't you?" I was excited now because it was the local Harley dealer calling me as I was first on the list he was holding to get a new Sportster when and if he could get one. There was a dockworkers strike and all his motorcycles still in their crates were sitting on the loading dock in Milwaukee waiting to be loaded. They'd been there over a month already. The strike was basically shutting down the shipping.

"Well, we got some new bikes in all right and you need to get in here pretty soon because I only got 5 new ones in and I've already sold 2 and got the other ones spoken for unless you want one instead of the Sportster. I've got good solid offers but you've been waiting so long I thought you might want to at least come in and look these bikes over." The voice on the line said.

It was Rip, the owner. He had gotten the nickname from racing because he was always ripping up the track. The nickname stuck and that's the only name most people knew him by. He was a shrewd businessman but really a pretty good guy and he had the best mechanic within 300 miles working for him so that was a big draw too.

"Okay Rip I'm leaving the house now and coming right out there so say 20 minutes and I'll be there." I was already heading into my room to get dressed.

"All right Billy, but don't take too much more time cause like I said I only got the other three and I can sell them today to the other guy's." Rip wasn't just jerking my chain either because I knew with the strike on and slow shipping he hadn't had a "new" bike in his shop for over a month so these would go quick!

I hung up the phone and grabbed my Levi's, then socks and the boots, a t-shirt and my Levi jacket. I didn't bother combing my hair but just slicked it back with my hand as I headed for the door.

The drive to Rip's shop went pretty fast and I saw a guy outside with a black Sportster as I drove up. It must have been a custom job as instead of the regular Sporty tank it had the split tanks of the bigger '74's on it. I thought that was a great idea and would talk to Rip about getting some for my Sporty after awhile. I hurried to the glass door and swung it open. The shop was an old industrial warehouse that he had got cheap and converted into a business. It was very spacious inside with a solid concrete floor and room enough to ride a motorcycle around in! It was so big our voices actually echoed as we spoke.

I had gone directly to the crate that Bob was tearing open as the bike in it was red and that was my color. I could see right away though that this wasn't a Sportster as it also had the split fat gas tanks of a bigger bike. What the hell was this? "Hey Rip! Where's the Sportsters?" I half yelled even though he was only a few feet away.

There wasn't any hesitation in his voice when he said,"They're sitting on a loading dock in Milwaukee and I'm told it will be at least three months before I see one if the strike is over today because of the backlog in shipping!" He was giving me a hard stare now to let me know he was telling me the truth. "So if you want a new bike it's going to be one of these!" He was pointing at the two crated still unmolested in the back.

"I like this red one!: I was pointing to the one Bob was uncrating now.

"Sold." Rips voice was solid and I just looked at him. "You want that one you'll need to talk this man here out of it." He was standing next to a biker that probably outweighed me by double and was giving me a missing tooth smile that was as fake as the friendliness he was showing. I knew that was a lost cause.

I sauntered over to the two other bikes in the crates and started eyeballin' them through the wood slats. "What in the hell are they cause I know they ain't Sportsters but they have Sportster front ends but everything else is different." Rip ignored me for the moment and just let me look and babble to myself.

There was a solid blue one and a white one still in the crates. I didn't want a blue one for sure so I began to really look the white on over. It was a pretty nice looking bike! Sportsterish but heavier. I could see the big V-Twin motor and knew it was a 74 right away but it was built like a Sportster. I heard the one outside fire up and I was instantly in love!

I headed to the front door to see the bike as it was riding away. I just stood there holding the glass door handle as Rip came up behind me. "They're new Superglides."

"What?" I asked.

"Superglides, it's basically a 74 motor and frame with a Sportster front end mated to it. It's stripped of all the tabs and mountings for the regular FLH stuff like saddle bags and nerf bars. It's got pegs instead of footboards and no windshield. Built like a Sportster, but made to go long distance." Rip had walked over to a white one sitting on the "showroom" floor which was a clear space in front of the huge glass window he had cut into the front of the tin building. Now I noticed the bike was solid white all right but had red and blue decals on the tank and rear fender. I liked it.

"I'll take this one!" I said it to Rip but was looking at the bike.

"Sorry, this one's sold. It was sold before they ever arrived and it's already paid for so you ain't gettin' it!" Rip was smiling as he said it.

"Oh yeah, that brings up another big question since we had agreed to a Sportster and did all that paperwork and all for the $2650, just exactly what do these run?" I was slowly shifting into business mode.

"Well they are a little more and you can wait for your Sportster, but like I said it will be at least another three months getting here and I do have another white Superglide over there in that crate." I eyed him as he nodded toward the crates in the back. "I got a call from a guy over in Lubbock that wants one and is on his way over here now. He said he'd be here by now, but I'm expecting him anytime. Now we haven't actually signed any papers yet so if you want that white one you better decide BEFORE the other guy gets here." Rip was being a little dramatic but I knew he was right.

"I decided! I'll take the white one. When will it be ready to go?" I was walking back toward the crates.

"Bob'll do that one next. Takes two hours prep time and then she'll be ready to ride."

"Hell I'll cut that time down by uncrating her myself!" I was hot to trot now and Rip knew it. Bob was giving me the evil eye as I passed his workstation.

Rip was holding my arm at the elbow now. Hell I didn't know the old shit could move that fast! "I really don't think Bob needs any help and he's pretty fucking particular about uncrating bikes himself so if I were you I'd head up to the office with me and let's get your paperwork sorted out before that other guy gets here." Rip was tugging me along now and I went knowing he was right. The paperwork took almost 40 minutes and when we were through Bob had finished with the red bike and the new owner was pushing it to the doors to leave. Bob just gave me a hard wary look and said,"Well I'm hungry for some lunch so I think I'll take a lunch break and go get me a burger and a beer!" He was wiping his hands on a shop towel.

If Bob left to go to lunch and started drinking beer, I knew he wouldn't be back to the shop today! "Bob I want that white one and I know you've been workin' your ass off so how about I go get you some lunch and bring it back here while you at least get it uncrated huh?" Bob shrugged his massive shoulders and again gave me that look. "Hey my treat too Bob, I mean if your gonna do me a favor an' all." His eyes rolled up and he really shrugged in an exaggerated show of disbelief! It was comical because I knew he was going to get the bike ready anyway but it was his way of waggling a free lunch out of me. "Lotta Burger Okay?" I asked as I headed to the doors.

"yeah and a beer too!" Bob boomed.

"No beers!" Rip yelled and I knew it was the boss telling his employee not to get started.

"You want one too Rip?" I added.

"Naw, my stomach can't take that fried shit no more. I brought a lunch in but thanks anyway." Rip was shaking his head as I glanced back at the door. Bob was already prying the crate open with a pry bar. I drove to the Lotta Burger and ordered. I also went next door to the Liquor store and got bob a case of Buds.

When I got back to the shop the bike was out and Bob had really been busy on it as everything was looking like a bike and less like a crated hulk. I had the burgers and fries and two cokes on top of the case of Bud as it was easier to carry that way. Bob saw me when I came in and started toward his workstation.

Rip cut me off before I got there though."No beer Goddammit! I told you no fucking beer!" I smiled at Rip and answered,"You told Bob no beers, but you didn't say shit to me! Quit worrying boss man, I got this!"

Rip threw his hands in the air in defeat! "All right you asshole I warned you but it's your bike he's workin' on so if he fucks something up don't come back cryin'!"

Bob was grinnin' like a shit eating possum.

I put it all down next to the empty lift and went over an got part of the outer cardboard cover of the crate and set it on the lift top as a make shift table. Bob was rubbing his hands together ready to get started. I put the burgers, fries and cokes on the cardboard.

His whole expression changed when I flipped the case of beer on end and sat on it like a stool.

"You rotten bastard, that's some cold shit right there!" Bob's face was red and he was pissed at me, but I could tell he also knew and understood WHY I was doing it. I didn't want Rip mad at me and I definitely didn't want Bob going off the reservation at work, but I did want Bob to know I had taken care of him too. Delicate balance I hoped was working. Bob slapped me on the back hard and said,"Fucking asshole!" But he laughed too which made it all right. I was happy. I looked over and Rip was happy too cause he secretly gave me a thumbs up sign.

It was going to be at least another hour before the bike would be ready. I had done all the paperwork and signed my life away. Bob was pissed at me so I knew he wasn't about to let me anywhere near the bike before he was sure it was good to go. While we were talking over lunch I asked him to change the counters-haft sprocket from a 22 to a 26 tooth. I also asked if the front Sportster tubes could be replaced with 6" over length tubes. He nodded and I said I wanted that done too. He agreed and said it wouldn't be a problem at all, for another case of beer! I almost choked on my burger! When the laughter stopped I told him okay but the beer had to go in his trunk and I would go get another case and make sure it was icy cold when I came back just before closing so the beer would be ready to drink. He agreed. I started thinking about Mom.

The whole thing went through my mind a few times from start to finish. Each time I started it I seemed to go back just a little bit further with small things that Mother had done. Something she had said, or just the way she had said it, or the way she looked at me at times. I also started to remember the times I had seen her or rather I realized now, the times she had allowed me to see her. It all started to make sense. It had just sort of escalated, gained momentum until the recent teasing. I really became aware I think with the car deal and the ride after. Mom was a hot little babe. Everyone else saw it but me. I was so naive.

She had not been on a date really since that asshole from the store next door to the cleaners had taken her out dancing that one night. I remembered the late hour she got home. The shower and in the morning the bruises. But I also noted that he never called or bothered her again either. I smiled at that. Mom was a southwest Texas woman, raised on a farm and tough as nails. She didn't need anyone's help and woe be unto the man that ever thought she was an easy mark when she didn't want to be. I'm betting that guy found that out the hard way! But the other side of the coin was that Mom could also be very willing and totally mild mannered too. She would go along with anything if she was in the right mind and with the right person.

I decided I was the right person for her now.

"Hello." It was my buddy and I explained I needed to come get him and let him drop me off back here and take the car home, I got a better idea and although it meant a little more driving I promised him a case of beer too just for helping me out. He was happy. It took us almost an hour to get it all done and I was back at the dealership with an icy cold case and a smile big as the state I was in!

She was sitting there ready to go right in front of the glass doors. Looked mean! My buddy had dropped me off and was already gone. I saw Rip in the office with the guy from Lubbock and when he saw me he gave me the finger through the glass and mouthed,"You owe me!", silently to me. I shrugged and shook my head in agreement and mouthed,"Tomorrow" back at him. He just nodded and I handed Bob the beer and swung my leg over the hog and as Bob held the glass doors I pushed it out. I didn't wait for Bob to close the doors but fired it up right there. There ain't no sound like that of a Harley Davidson motorcycle! None. It was catalytic. Brought things together.

Gloves out of the rear pocket and on sunglasses on and helmet on. Kick it in gear and dump the clutch and as Jackie Gleason used to say,"Away we go!"

It felt good and I was riding with a purpose. I was into it. Enjoying the sounds of the pipes and the feel of the bars. I adjusted the mirrors so I could see and started winding up through traffic. It was gonna be a great day!

The ride wasn't long and I saw her looking around the parking lot as I pulled in. She looked in my general direction but had her face scrunched up in an almost panicked look. She was frantically looking all over for the car, her car, the one I had taken home already when my buddy brought me by earlier. That was one of the little errands that took up so much time. An extra leg of driving and double back. As the bike rolled to a stop in front of her she finally looked at my face and the relief of recognition washed over her.

"What the hell is this? I thought you couldn't get your bike because of the dockworkers strike?" She was looking the big beast over while she babbled on. I took the small helmet I had in front of me on the seat and held it out to her.

"I can't get on that thing! Where's my car? What did you do with it? Surely you don't expect me to ride that home do you?" I just shook the helmet at her. She took it in one hand and had her purse in the other,"What do I do with my purse? I don't know anything about these damn things. How do I get on? Where do I put my feet? It was idling and I was still on it so I reached back and flipped the passenger pegs down for her.

"Just like a horse, just put your foot there and step up and over." She did. I reached behind me and grabbed her ass and pulled her in tight to me. Her eyes were wide as I told her,"Grab onto me and hold on, and when I lean you lean and don't worry about anything else baby." She did as I said.

I kicked it in gear and did my Jackie Gleason imitation again. I didn't head home but instead headed to the freeway. We had to stop at a light just short of the entrance. I tilted my head back so she could hear me and said,"You're gonna really get off on this baby 'cause this is the biggest vibrator you've ever had between your beautiful legs and I've got control of it!" I blipped the throttle and she squealed as the feel hit her. The light changed and I took us off smooth as silk and just went through the gears, winding each out a little to get a feel for the performance. I had ridden a Sportster and also a FLH which was a full dress big Harley, but this one was different. It was a FLH motor with all the power on a slim stripped down frame with minimal accessories. Light and fast, very fast!

When I looked down at the embedded speedo in the fuel tank it was hovering around 90 and I was in 3rd gear still. Wasn't too high on it either. Popped it into 4th and just allowed it to drag itself back down to 70. It sounded good too. I felt her arms tighten around me and I knew she was feeling it too.

Mom was going to like this bike. She had never ridden a motorcycle before but she was going to ride mine! Yes I thought she was going to ride mine, hard and often. I had made up my mind just like that and just at that particular moment. I was going to make my Mother my babe. I started laughing and Mom squeezed me again and I could tell she was curious as to what had made me laugh. I tilted my head back and yelled,"Congratulations bitch, you're my Mama now!"

She didn't get it and me calling her a bitch didn't go over too well either. She hit me square in the middle of the back with a balled fist. Hard too. I laughed even harder. We were getting out of town pretty far and I didn't want to go to far, at least not with the hog! I took the next exit and circled over but stopped when we were dead on top of the overpass. Traffic was light as it was only a Thursday and later in the afternoon.

We just sat there for a couple of seconds, bike idling. She was pissed at me and I could tell from the tone of her voice when she yelled in my ear,"I'm not a bitch and I don't appreciate you calling me one!"

I reached back and literally drug her off the back of the bike by her arm. She came off unbalanced and after stumbling around finally got her feet under her and stood facing me. She was wearing tan slacks because she needed the protection from all the hot steam pipes at work, and she had on a white button up blouse and one of her iron clad bras as I called them because the stitching around and around each cup would have made any viking woman proud. Her eyes went wide still encased in the helmet. Her expression dark.

"Take off your blouse!" It was a demand and I said it loudly. Why not we were the only ones that could hear me.

"What?" She was dumbfounded!

"I said for you to unbutton your blouse and take it off bitch!" I talked slow, pronouncing each word individually, menacingly.

At first she just stared into my eyes but then while our eyes were locked she brought her hands up and started to unbutton her blouse. Tears were forming in her eyes but she was making a valiant effort to hold them back. When the front of the blouse was undone completely and she was fumbling with the cuffs of the long sleeves I said,"Stop!"

I had yelled it so loudly she immediately she did just that and stopped her eyes locked onto mine.

"Walk over here, in front of me so that I can see you strip bitch!" I was pointing to a spot in front of the bike, "And hurry the fuck up while you're at it!"

She suddenly realized her part in the little play. Total relief washed over her. Her entire demeanor changed suddenly and she was into it. She understood. She sashayed to the front of the bike and took on a stripper pose as she unlooped the cuff buttons. The top slid off her shoulders and she held the tails and pulled them tight in front of her and sawed them back and fourth making her shoulders shimmy which forced her tits to sway in the bra as she did this.




Millie Ch. 02



"Bra off bitch! Now!" I startled her and she jerked to a halt the music in her head gone now. She sheepishly looked around at the freeway on both sides of us and then back and fourth over the overpass. "I can't take my brazier off up here, are you crazy?" She was back to the shocked expression.

"Look you fucking little teasing bitch, if you want to go back to town and be MY bitch, you're going to learn your place and you need to learn not to tease or taunt me unless you intend to pay off and right at this moment the pay off is for you to throw your iron maiden bra off this overpass so that I know you will never wear it again!"

Her mouth flew open and her eyes went wide but she didn't say anything else. She didn't move either but instead just stood there gawking at me like I was Satan himself.

"Look bitch I don't have all day here. If you want to be my biker bitch, my Mama to fuck, suck and party with where ever I go then get with it! Otherwise take a fucking hike and go get that little teasing bitch I brought out here and tell her we need to go cause I'm getting hungry and it's going to get cold if we're out here when the sun goes down.

Decision time. I had made mine but it was clear that Mother hadn't at least not yet. Maybe she needed more time. Didn't matter right then as I wanted to get back to town before dark and the damn sun was setting now! In just a few minutes it would be dark. Mom had not ridden a bike before but I knew that riding when the sun was up was one thing and after it set the temperature would drop 10 to 15 degrees almost immediately so that a fun ride out might be a cold miserable ride in if she didn't shake her ass!

Our eyes locked and she shed the blouse and reached behind herself to unlatch the iron maiden, then stopped and dropped her arms and turned around and backed into me one step. "You do it for me." She said it as a matter of fact. I reached out and one handed popped the hooks out of the loops of the strap. It popped open and snapped around to the sides.

She turned back and simply pulled the bra away from herself allowing her beautiful tits to sway openly in the evening air. The nipples hardened like rocks stood out dark and proud. She stepped over to the edge of the overpass railing and dropped the garments over the side. I watched as the bra spiraled down to the median but the blouse billowed like a parachute and floated out another 50 feet before snagging on a weed and coming to a rest on the inside shoulder of the fast lane. Now my eyes were wide.

"I didn't tell you to drop both of them!" I was shocked and she knew it.

"Do you want me to strip off my slacks and panties too?" She was speaking with an even tone. Matter of factly. No stress at all. I was sure she would do it if I said yes.

I ogled her tits. She stood there and thrust out her chest and let me look.

"Not too bad for an old broad huh honey!" She was almost giggling now. Feeling giddy I'm sure standing around on a freeway overpass half naked and proud of it. I knew then that she had made up her mind too. She would let me do anything and everything I wanted to her and with her.

I leaned forward slightly and grabbed her elbow pulling her to me. She came willingly and for the very first time in my life and I am sure hers too we kissed. Our lips met not as a son and mother, but as lovers. Her eyes closed and her moist lips parted allowing me access to her warm willing mouth. Her tongue mirrored mine with every motion. We only dueled a second or two and as the kiss broke our eyes once again locked in the love only two people can know that have very intimate knowledge of each other. "I want more of that!" She didn't speak but her head nodded as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"We'll need to talk when we get home." I knew she wanted to talk too.

She stepped back and swung over the seat and got on like a pro.

Slowly rolling I went on over the overpass and made a right. Mom yelled at me but I just kept the bike rolling slowly and watching the freeway lanes ahead. There wasn't anyone coming but I didn't want to get surprised and at the end I just hooked the bike into as sharp a turn as it could make and we were on the freeway but west of the overpass now instead of east of it.

"what the hell are you doing?" Mom asked loudly in my ear. I ignored her.

I took one last look over my left shoulder to make sure we were still alone on the freeway and let her rip. The front end came light as the sudden acceleration took hold. Mom screamed and grabbed my sides so hard I knew I was gonna have bruises. I swung over hard left and got into the very outer portion of the fast lane as we went under the overpass. I was already shut off the power and decelerating. The white blouse was waving to me and all I needed to do was slump forward over the tanks and let my right arm dangle out a little and close my fingers when I felt it and then up again and a quick shift and on it again. Mom was still screaming and the death grip hadn't let up yet. I kicked it into 3rd and checked the mirrors. There was a car but it wasn't gaining on us so I eased over into the right hand slow lane and stayed out of the oil trail. I tilted back and asked her how it was going. I was wearing a Levi jacket and a t-shirt and hell I was cold so I already knew she was too but I wanted her to understand why I was in such a rush back at the overpass.

"You mean you can't feel my nipples stabbing you in the back?" She said through chattering teeth. I held the blouse up to her. When one of the shirt tails flapped and hit her in the face she opened her eyes and saw what it was and realized why I had done the little wrong way thing at the entrance/exit. She grabbed it from me. Now that my fingers were unencumbered I flicked the switch for the lights.

"Don't do anything yet!" I yelled at her.

"Why!" She yelled back. About that time the car came along side us and slowly drifted ahead.

"Okay now you can try it." I was nearly laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it." She did too. As she got her arms in the sleeves the shirt acted like a cape flapping behind her wildly as the wind kicked it up. She was forced to lean into me to be in a position to begin to button it.

It took her a couple of more minutes to get that blouse buttoned as the wind kept billowing the top portion out as she would try to make a button hole and it would get pulled out of her hands and she would get pissed and I won't repeat some of the words my Mother used but I will say I was shocked that she knew them! I laughed and she finally did too. "Start from the top!" I yelled at her. She did and it went better then.

The ride home was twice as far as the ride out had been because our little two bedroom house was on the other side of town. When we did get home I let her off first and then parked the bike up by the front porch until I could re-arrange the cars so I could get the bike and Mom's car in the garage. Took me a while and a few choice words but I got things where it worked finally. The bike was just fabulous. It sat there and the metal tinked at me. Really it was just hot metal cooling and stress relieving itself but I always though it sounded like little voices telling me how much it enjoyed the fast rides.

Later as I entered the kitchen through the garage access door Mom was there. She hadn't changed anything. I could see that she had dinner on the stove. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes and cream gravy with corn on the cob and fresh biscuits.

She came to me as soon as I entered the room, wrapped her arms around me and looking into my eyes brought her lips to mine in a most sensuous kiss imaginable. Our tongues dueled again but longer this time. I let her go until she had enough as I was never going to break a kiss such as that.

"I wanted to make sure you meant what you said out there on the freeway."

I just kept my eyes locked to hers,"I always say what I mean and I always mean what I say Mother."

"So I'm your bitch slut now is that it? You're going to fuck me silly and then turn me out to all your biker friends and let them all have a turn with me, is that what you are going to do now? Make me a whore, some bitch that will be naked in public and suck anyone's cock anytime anywhere? Is that what you think you want Son?" She was speaking in a monotone that was slightly off-putting. Eerie. She wasn't really holding a conversation with me as much as making up her mind about the entire situation.

"No Mother, THAT is NOT what I want nor what I expect from you and get this straight, I never ever will let anyone else ever touch you! Never! No way, no time, no how! If I catch you with another man we're through right that instant. I don't swing that way honey, but if you want to try it you will need to let me know." I was getting angry and I didn't know why. Maybe it was the tone or just the way she was acting that upset me I didn't know but I was upset.

"Then what do you want? You want me naked in bed with my legs spread whining for you to come fuck me all the time? What? You want me to suck your cock and swallow it out in the front yard in front of all the neighbors, especially Ed and his big titted wife?" She was angry too and I knew she didn't know why either! "You want to show me off to everyone? Let everyone see your old ugly bitch naked? Is that what you want?"

"God no! I wouldn't want you to do any of those things and certainly not a blow job out where any neighbor could see! And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known and no one would ever even think of you as my bitch and you certainly are not ugly in any remote sense of the word." I paused thinking comically," Now as to your laying in bed with your legs spread whining for me to come fuck you, well okay maybe just once, but that's it!" I was grinning now all my anger gone.

After a couple of seconds she started laughing too. We hugged and then she said,"Why don't we sit down and talk while we're eating."

We did. We ate and talked a lot and about everything. But we didn't come back to the bike ride. That seemed to lurk in the background until we were finishing up doing the dishes. Mom turned to me and said, "It pissed me off when you called me a bitch. I think I got pissed that first time and it just got worse as the ride went along. I didn't like it. Not one little bit."

"But you are a bitch." I said it looking right at her. "I'll bet I've heard every friend I've had since grade school call you a bitch and mean it." Her eyes went wide in disbelief but I just went right on,"Every one of those assholes said you were one of the best looking bitches they had ever seen!" Now the smile played across her face.

"Okay, I'm a bitch." She admitted reluctantly. "But it's being called one to my face that I'm going to need to adjust to!" She was wagging her finger at me now in a mock lecture fashion.

"The other stuff is just shit that you see in the movies." I said.

"What do you mean by that?" She was curious now.

"Well, the biker chick that will do anything the man tells her to do. Anytime. Anywhere. With anyone." I waggled my eyebrows at her and went on,"The naughty slut that just can't ever get enough. Insatiable I think they call it. Wanton and whorish to a fault."

"So like I asked before is that what you want me to become for you?" She was really asking now not just spitting anger.

"No, I never would want that." I looked into her deeply loving eyes and added," Mom, I haven't thought this through too much except that I love you and I want you. I'm just not sure how yet if that makes any sense. I slowly fell deeply in love with you. I know it is considered wrong in some social circles but that doesn't seem to matter a whole lot to my subconscious because I don't feel guilty about wanting you." Our eyes stayed locked in understanding,"I'm just learning how much you are the woman of my dreams and I am sure that I haven't yet scratched the sexual desire for your body yet."

"I will, but for right now I am soaking up as much as I can take. I love your teasing, the hard nipples showing through your t-shirts and how you leave your soaked panties for me in the hamper. I want you heart and soul. I want to kiss you goodbye in the morning and hello in the evening. I want to feel the press of you body against me every time. I want to pinch and pull your fabulously hard nipples as I kiss you. I want to taste you and enjoy you every night. I guess there isn't anything I want more than you right now. I want you to want me too.

She blushed at that but recovered quickly," You haven't exactly been a saint either young man walking around the house with a boner sticking out in your shorts ALL of the time. I realize you're young and have that youthful stamina but it cannot be that hard for that long!" Now I was blushing. "I want you too! You know I like strong men, strong willed men that can be in charge and make decisions. I am a little submissive and I know it, but just don't push me too far because I can give as much as I can take. Do I want you? I think you know the answer to that question after today don't you."

"How will I know the answer to the rest of them?" I was asking her.

"What?"

"Maybe I should begin by asking some questions Son's never ask their Mothers but often ask their lovers." She perked right up to that and her eyes began to sparkle. The sparkle of her eyes had been missing for a very long time because I hadn't seen it since I was a very small child, that is until recently. It had returned and I realized that it made my Mother look 10 years younger when she got that look! I loved it!

"Is there going to be a need for condoms, just in case things might get carried away at some point in the future?" My question didn't even faze her one bit.

"No, I had a hysterectomy shortly after you were born and I cannot conceive." She had put her head down as though she were ashamed. I reached out and gently raised her chin locking her eyes with mine again. I kissed her lightly on her trembling lips. The sadness didn't just disappear, but she started smiling again. Not everything can be erased with a kiss and I realized that and this was one of those things.

To break the spell I asked,"Do you think we can carry on like we have been, I mean outwardly so that no one else will know? I mean if we start sleeping together it might change everything."

She thought that over for a few seconds and answered,"It all depends on so many things."

I was puzzled and she saw it in my expression.

"If we get carried away and say for some goofy reason you feel the need to kiss and suck on my neck..." she trailed off looking into my eyes wistfully.

"And so what if I did?" I asked genuinely interested.

"Well if you did and left hickeys on my neck and I had not been with any other man it might be a little hard to explain!" She let that sink in for a little while and then added," And hickey's, bruises and marks are not easy to hide even with good make-up and they can last over a week!" Her eyes were wide and I knew what she was saying was true. It was also aimed at me as I was going to be the alpha male in this relationship. She was going to do what I said.

"There's another thing." she was looking at me oddly now and I instantly got curious. "I don't think we should call our selves Mother and Son in public anymore." She paused to let that sink in. "I'm Millie and your Billy." She put her hand out to me like she was introducing us for the first time. Then she got another of those funny looks and said,"Your bike definitely has an effect on me that you may not realize."

Now I was puzzled and it must have shown because she got up from the table and stepped over in front of me and just spread her legs open. She just stood there. I looked her over guessing that was what she wanted me to do. Her blouse did little to hide the hard nipples and the slacks were as tight as she could probably stand and still be able to bend and move while working in them. Nothing unusual though.

She started laughing at me then as I had given her the once over but obviously had not seen what she was trying to show me.

"Look a little closer Son." She was giving me that exasperated Mother/Son voice now as though what ever it was was really obvious and I was too dense to see it. I did look closer, especially at her nipples studying each one comically but still didn't notice anything odd. She did a very slow pirouette for me and I got a really good look at her ass too, it was lovely and tight as a drum but not too unusual for her. Finally she threw up her hands and gave a little frustrated scream in anger, "Ohhhh, not there, here!"

Once again spreading her legs in front of me she reached out and grabbed my elbow and dragged me off my chair and onto the floor in front of her. She put her hands on my shoulders and squared me up with her stance.

Seconds passed. I looked at her and she was glaring down at me so I looked harder. The glare got worse and she thrust out her pelvis toward me holding it out so that I was forced to look directly into her crotch.

I finally saw it. It wasn't pronounced now but I imagined that it had been much more prominent earlier when it was still wet. Now it was merely a stain mark about an inch or so out around the inseam of the slacks at the bottom apex of her legs and torso. It looked as though she had spilled tea directly on her slacks or more precisely had sat on a wet spot somewhere. I glanced up and her expression was now an,"I told you so." style as she glared down at me.

"That is exactly what I meant!" She spat at me but with a smile and sparkle in her eyes. Her hips retracted back to their normal stance.

"So, it's not THAT bad, I mean if you weren't looking right into your crotch you'd miss it completely." I was shrugging my shoulders in the "so what!" fashion to her.

"NO! You dumb ass, it was a totally dark circle when it was wet and you could see it from across the street plain as day!" She was exasperated and this time it wasn't an act for me.

"Okay, so what in the hell does you creaming your jeans have to do with my bike?" I was giving her my best fake puzzled look. "Are you saying that you really think it is a huge vibrator and you get off just riding it?"

Her mouth opened but she didn't say anything right away. The red coloring of her face began immediately and spread downward over her neck and upper chest as quickly as I had ever seen. "Yes." she said it almost too quietly to be heard by anyone. Oh my God it was true! She had been turned on by riding the bike! What's more she obviously had climaxed doing it and probably more than once! She leaned into me her head turned sideways and her arms came up inside mine as her hands slid up to hug me tightly. The upper body motion and tight hug brought her legs into motion and she took a small step forward into a full body press against me. I felt her head shake up and down as she again quietly spoke,"Oh God yes and it was wonderful!".

My arms came up along her back and I hugged her back. Only then did I notice her firm nipples digging into my chest and the slight humping of her hips against my leg. The bitch was turned on now just remembering it! I smiled at the situation and tightened my hug. "I love you." I said softly. She just moaned loudly and re-tightened her hug. It was communication more by feel that conversation. I held her for a few more minutes and then slowly separated us. I gently pushed her back to her seat and I reclaimed mine. Our eyes stayed locked together in a visual hug for a few more seconds though.

"So no riding the bike for you except in the late evening or at night!" I quipped.

Her blush immediately returned but she was almost laughing when she sputtered,"That's not fair!"

"Oh, so now you are my little biker bitch after all?" I was giving her as serious a look as I could manage with a smile a mile wide on my face.




Millie Ch. 02



Her eyes locked into mine instantly and I saw a look of love and devotion in her expression as she simply said,"Yes."

I enjoyed the moment and then thinking like a true biker, something occurred to me,"Were you like that when we got home?"

She nodded smiling,"Soaked through and sopping wet!"

I jumped up and headed for the garage door. It was so sudden it scared her. "Come with me bitch!" Her face startled she got right to her feet and followed me out into the garage. I hit the switch and as light invaded the damp space I went straight to my bike and looked at it just as she had made me do to her. I turned and saw her face, pale and knowing in the shade of the one light of the garage. I pointed to the hump of the rear seat on the wide fender top. "Did you do that?" I accused.

She didn't hesitate,"Yes!".

"Get your ass over here and clean that off my seat!" I growled.

She stepped up but just looked at me in a puzzled expression and said,"Honey I need to go get something to wipe with and some cleaner."

"Mommy's spit is the best cleaner and your hot little tongue will do just fine for cleaning your cum stain off my leather seat!"

She looked at me again as though I were Satan asking her to spread for him on the alter at church! The smartest thing she did was to keep quiet.

"Get started licking that off bitch and I'll go get a napkin to dry off the leather after you finish."

I took two steps back to let her get in close. She bent and looked at the stain on the front of the rear hump of the stepped seat. The seat was shaped like an upside heart for the rider and at the bottom it extended up and out in a narrow pad about 6 inches back along the ridge of the rear fender. Not much of a seat for a passenger and it was thick and firm. More for show than for go. Where the rear pad rose from the front seat there was a white "cloud" stain that overlapped and went down the front portion in a strawberry shape ans then opened into a an oval shape as it went back along the rear pad. She had really cum hard from all appearances.

"Start licking bitch and do a good job because I don't want your snail trails on my seat!" Her head jerked around and she glared at me again but she didn't raise up from her bent over position and instead just thrust out her tongue and rotated her head down until her wet tongue made contact with the seat right over the obvious stain. I watched her swirl it around and then retract it to get some more spit and go right back to swabbing the stain. I wondered if she was tasting herself or the leather or both! Man she was going at it though and I found myself wishing I were that damned seat, both before and now! I almost laughed out loud but caught myself and hurried into the kitchen to get a dishtowel or a napkin to wipe the seat with when she finished. I gave it another thought and ran to my room and dug around in my closet until I found the can, grabbed it and ran back out to the garage. It was like I had hoped as she had not finished licking the stain yet and I got to watch her.

"Do a good job bitch!" I said.

"Better than you do with my underwear!" She only hesitated long enough to get the barb out and was back at the stain with her tongue.

"I'm guessing that seat doesn't taste anywhere near as good as your panties do though." I said it calmly as I could.

"I wouldn't know because I've never sucked or licked my own panties before." was her quick retort.

"So you've licked another girl's panties before though?" I genuinely was interested now.

"Long time ago." She was licking more animatedly now. I couldn't see the stain any more so her actions were more as a show for me that anything else.

"Here." I held the dishtowel out to her. Her head raised off the seat. Her lips were a dark red and looked to be getting chapped. She took the dishtowel and immediately dried the area with it and then just swiveled around to face me. "Is that my punishment for cumming on your seat?" she was giving me that little girl being naughty voice again. When she had first used that voice I got pissed because I thought she was mocking me with it, but now I liked it because I knew that she knew there was going to be a punishment and she wanted to know what it was. I began to think there was a little submissive streak to my Mother.

I reached over and got the two helmets and as I did I mused that I often referred to them as helMUTs, muts, because I thought that they made people look like dogs when the wore them. Mother just looked at me with that puzzled expression as I handed the small one to her.

"Do you know WHY you licked that stain off the leather seat bitch?" I was asking her as I moved to the bike and put my helmet on.

"You didn't want my stain on your new bike." she said it like it was a law.

"No." I just stared at her.

Again the puzzled look. "Then why?"

"Because it wasn't YOUR stain but a stain caused by the dye, soap and other various chemicals of the slacks you were wearing that caused that horrible looking stain on my new seat." I was looking back at her now and I thought she might be catching on.

She stood there holding the helmet and thinking that through.

"Strip." I hadn't yelled and didn't say it like a command but more as a request. A simple request.

"What?" The puzzled look was back as her eyebrows narrowed on her forehead.

"I said strip. You know, get naked. Take off your clothes. Be nude."

She really was shocked now! It took a couple of more seconds of her looking at me and me looking right back into her eyes before she understood that we were going to be out here until she complied.

She started unbuttoning the blouse and I waited until it was undone and off on the floor. Her fingers were fumbling with the thin belt of her slacks as I again spoke,"You wanted to know what your punishment for cumming on my seat was?" Her eyes locked on mine. "Well this is the first part."

The belt was open and she unfastened the slide in catch and just pulled sideways forcing the zipper to open to the crotch. Then she just tugged them down over her slender hips and allowed them to drop to the floor of the garage. She stood there second or two looking defiantly at me until she realized that she still had one more thing to remove. Her thumbs quickly hooked the outer panels of the panties and down they went to join the slacks. Now the defiant look was back.

I didn't say a word. I swung my leg over the seat of the bike and told her,"Raise the garage door."

She had to raise it by hand and that meant standing in the center of the garage door while she lifted the counter weighted door. As the door rose she would be exposed to the neighborhood totally naked. She looked at me and said,"But I don't have anything on!"

"Then put your helmet on." I said smiling at her.

If looks could kill I'd of been a crispy critter right there on the spot! But she smiled too only her smile was one of mischievous defiance as she put the helmet on and tightened the strap. "Okay, but I don't think it'll do me much good." Her body bent over to grab the door handle and I got a really good look at her little star winking at me as she tugged the door and pushed out to make it go up. It was dark now outside and very quiet. The echo of the garage door opening bounced around the neighborhood a second or two. Oddly Mother just stood there like a mannequin. I cleared my throat and she looked over at me.

"Get on."

She moved to the bike and did exactly that. When she had snuggled up to me I tilted my head back and told her,"I don't ever want TAINTED pussy juices on my seat. If you are going to coat that seat with cum bitch you will not wear clothes when you do it!" 

My thumb pressed the right hand starter button and the engine fired awaking the neighborhood with the deep rumble of the mighty engine. One quick rev, kick it in gear and Jackie Gleason did his thing. It was a much better ride than the one we had coming home. For one thing the temperature was steady now at about 75 and if I didn't get her over 50 or so it wasn't too cold. I hadn't put on a Jacket but Mom was naked. Still I was in front and was knocking the cold direct air off her. She had a grip on my sides though and I knew she was cold. Her knees were locked in against my hips and squeezing tight. I could also feel Mom's beautiful tits with their hard nipples pressed flat against my back as she hugged close for shelter. I racked the bike through 2nd and then up through 3rd out on the highway. I purposefully hadn't stayed around the neighborhood because I didn't want to get the attention of the neighbors just then. I backed off and let the big motor drag down the speed under compression. There were several bursts of flame out the pipes. It sounded great and even better the vibrations were even harder than acceleration. I knew it was having it's effect. I only took us out about 5 miles or so then flipped a u-turn and racked it out coming back. I had watched for the omnipresent patrol car sitting in all the hiding places and hadn't seen one so I felt safe in letting the speed climb. There was a little squeal from behind me as I hit 4th and continued the power and speed for a short burst. It was exhilarating to me and I wasn't naked!

The other thing I was thinking of on the ride out was why Mom was creaming her jeans. Why? I started thinking about her. The way she was sitting on the back of the bike and the position of her feet on the pegs. Yes I knew then what had brought on the excitement she had, and was now feeling in her pussy and ass. Because the way the seat was made she had to lean into me, hold herself against my body to stay on. The foot pegs were situated back on the lower shock mounts but had been placed back using mounting plates that I hadn't appreciated when Bob was installing them, but I certainly did now! What those plates did besides looking good was to make the passenger place his/her feet back at about a 45 degree angle behind their hips and forcing the hips to tilt back. What this did was to make Mom tilt forward and actually ride on her vulva. She was on the biggest vibrator she had ever had between her legs AND she was being forced to ride it directly against the entire length of her pussy all the time we were moving!

I suddenly realized I owed Bob another case of cold beer! Add the direct contact of the seat with my Mothers pussy and the feel of speed and rush of wind and there wasn't any way in the world for that beautiful woman NOT to be in a constant state of sexual excitement while riding this bike.

As we neared the housing tract where our house was I stayed up in a higher gear than necessary and was really lugging the bike, but it was a lot quieter and we were able to more or less slide into our garage in a coast without causing much noise. I killed the motor 4 houses away and we just rolled up the driveway and right into the garage. When the bike stopped I told her to stay put. I staggered off pulling my leg across the seat and hopping back so as not to hit her with my boot. I quickly closed the garage door. She was sitting on the parked bike like a real biker babe with her shoulders back and breasts thrust out proudly. Her back was arched showing quite a bit of her ass cleavage. Her feet were dangling off the pegs but not touching the floor. She had to be careful because the exhaust pipes were hot enough to melt skin still. Nice hard nipples too. Damn.

But that wasn't what I wanted to see and she knew that too as she was following my eyes with hers. Her hands had been locked at her crotch as I looked. Not in her crotch but formed in a cupping fashion shielding her bare pussy from my sight. I raised my eyes to lock on to hers. "Move your hands!"

She did as I asked but kept her eyes locked onto mine even as I looked again at her now bare crotch. She was looking at me to see if I approved.

There was some wetness along the rear of the main seat again just as they had been before except much more of it now. This was not just thin wet area as if it had been wet with a water soaked finger, no this was a thicker creamier wetness that formed small strings of contact to her open lips. There was a lop of it under her pussy too. Her hands came back onto her hips and she stared at me in defiance.

"I came at least 4 times and the seat is soaked completely. I can feel a big wet spot under me where my pussy is open and my lips are stuck to the seat by the juice." She was looking me in the eyes and speaking but not apologizing. "Is that what you wanted Son?"

"Yes it is as a matter of fact Mother. It is exactly what I have always wanted. I have always wanted a bitch, pardon me, a good looking bitch to christen the passenger seat with her hot juicy pussy." I altered my eyes from her crotch back up to her eyes. "You will need to stay right where you are until the juice drys enough so that it doesn't drip off the seat bitch." Her eyes widened in surprise but she didn't interrupt me as I went on,"I think now is a good time to continue our little conversation from before, don't you Millie?"

She just smiled and wiggled her ass a little settling back in for the long haul. I could smell her now and the smell was heavenly. It was the same as her wet panties were each time I had brought them up to my nose and ultimately my lips. I knew the fragrance of her and it was like perfume to me. My cock twitched just from the smell.

"I have a few things I want you to do Millie. Things I could never as my Mother to do but a good looking bitch like you shouldn't have any problem doing them."

She was waiting on my every word. Her back was arched to keep that soaked pussy right against the seat on the wet spot. Her eyes again were sparkling in anticipation of my next request.

"I have decided we need to get a new house. A place we can call our own."

I was being serious now and she realized it. "We need to figure out our finances, income and have a savings."

"I have needs and desires. I think you know some of them but I would like to make sure you know them all and I never want to be ashamed to change them or discover something new with you." Her eyebrows raised but she kept quiet.

"You will confess to me your innermost desires and fantasies as I will for you. I do not care how you choose to do this but you will do it as will I." The eyebrows stayed up but a smile took over her face and the eyes wee sparkling so brightly I could almost have read a book by them!

"We, you and I Millie, will never be ashamed of or by one another. You and I will always be totally honest with our desires, needs, turn-ons, wishes and dislikes. Honesty is the best policy." I reached out and took her little hand in mine as I said,"I love you Millie and want you heart and soul to be mine without reservation or hesitation."

She nodded in agreement and then said,"Billy I love you and will devote myself to you complete happiness both physically and mentally."

I leaned forward and kissed her then. It was singularly the best kiss I have ever had from anyone at any time. I lasted a long time and we were both touched by the significance of it.

I helped her rise from her position on the bike's seat. Her inner labial lips were semi stuck to the leather by the thick cream her pussy had produced and she had allowed to dry. I don't think it was painful as much as it was tender and she jerked as the lips let go from the leather.

As we looked at the seat there was a jagged oval along the upper ridge of the rear seat that left a discernible stain trail. It was plainly visible and to anyone that saw it it was also quite obvious that a female body part had made it. I could also smell the sweet fragrance quite easily too.

"And now Millie, I think I need to take my newest possession into the house and clean it!" I was looking at her eyes when I said it and she jerked her head around to see that I was and that I was serious as she answered,"Yes, Billy, I think that's the least you could do for her."



Millie Ch. 03



Everything I needed to know about Millie could be summed up in a single word. Devoted. I lead her into the house and directly into the bathroom. She wanted to go back out and get her clothes but I liked her naked. I started the water so that it would warm. I turned her to me and we kissed again. Although we had kissed a lot as Mother and Son it was never like this and it was never as enjoyable as it was now.

I let my hand come up along her hip and slide up her ribcage to cup her breast for the very first time. I hefted it so as to assess it's weight in my hand. It felt very warm and soft but firm still and wonderful. Too much to take in on just this one occasion and I knew I would be feeling, touching, cupping and copping a feel of these globes often enough that it wouldn't matter too much anyway. She moaned in my mouth as my finger and thumb found her hardened nipple and gave it a pinch and a pull.

As the kiss broke, I did not release her nipple but kept it captured. She was smiling at me mostly with those sparkling eyes of hers as she said,"I have waited a very long time for you to do that!"

I lowered my head while keeping my eyes on hers and took the nipple into my mouth sucking hard on it. She moaned deeply and said,"And that too!" She was shifting her body to press her breast into my face harder. I ducked harder. She hissed now.

My other hand slid up the inside of her inner thigh and cupped her very open very wet pussy. Two of my fingers slid right up into her effortlessly. Again she hissed loudly and said,"Oh my God! I've wanted to feel you do that for weeks baby!" Her knees buckled and she grabbed my shoulders weakly hanging on.

I slid the two fingers in and out twice and then brought them up to my mouth. Her sparkling eyes were on me as I opened my mouth to slide my fingers in between my lips she raised herself and kissed me trapping my soaking wet fingers between our open and wet mouths and tongues. Her eyes were really sparkling as she swiped her tongue along the side of my soaked fingers. I too was licking as hard and fast as I could savoring the taste.

I drew back and again lowered my hand cupping her sex and re-inserting my fingers into her juicy slit. She gasped and smiled. I had to ask,"Since when do you enjoy the taste of hot pussy?"

"Since I was forced to suck it off a leather seat!" She said it proudly as though it were a great accomplishment. I guess it was as it was the first really kinky thing I had made her do besides get topless in public.

"You like the taste now?" I again voiced my curiosity.

"I, unlike someone else I know do like the taste of pussy. I'm not turning lesbian or anything but I have sucked a cock or two after they've been in me and it ain't so bad." She was giving me that curious look as if to ask if I understood her innuendo. I understood alright. She was basically daring me to taste my own cum at one point or another. Perhaps eating her after cumming in her. I wasn't to sure about that though. I probably would do it, but I wasn't too happy talking about it.

I almost laughed. I wasn't too comfortable talking about it. There she goes again giving me another lesson. I was the one that told her that we would have no secrets from each other and that we would be completely honest with each other about our needs, wants and desires. She was showing me that I had a ways to go in that department.

"I love you!" I said as I kissed her mouth again and really gave my fingers a workout in her soaking snatch. She moaned loudly.

As I withdrew my soaked fingers and brought them up I sank down on my knees and pressed my face between my more than willing Mother's legs. I raised my fingers and she took both digits into her mouth and hotly sucked them clean. She bowed her knees out to allow my face to fit into her soaked crotch easier. My tongue snaked up into the open and inviting lips of her dripping pussy. At first contact her knees again buckled and she slumped onto the toilet lid. I used mt free hand to press her legs open and kept right on tonguing her. She crested to a climax very quickly as she had been turned on from the garage and I had kept he in a constant state of total ecstasy since.

The cream from her pussy was coating my mouth and I slurped it up and scooped it with my tongue as much as was possible. Man did my Mother taste sweet as pie! The juices direct from her little hole of honey was especially tasty and completely satisfying to me. I could eat this woman morning, noon, and night every day for the rest of my life and never be disappointed!

She went totally limp with the orgasm. Her hands dropped away from cradling my head and fell to her sides. I hadn't even felt or known she was holding my head! She had her head back on the toilet bowl lid and was just totally relaxed. Oddly enough she hadn't made a sound that I could hear as she came. Her body just went rigid and then it was over with a few spasms of her leg muscles and rippling of her stomach.

Our first real honest to goodness sexual act was over. I was thrilled! I wanted to shout it out to the world. I wanted a t-shirt silk screened with "I ate my Mother and she taste's great!" and I'd wear it around all the time! This hadn't been much like the stuff I had read about in the magazines!

It hadn't been a soft slow seduction in a nice warm comfortable place either, but a quick kinky oral orgasm in a uncomfortable hard insensitive place. I quickly became ashamed of my performance with my beautiful Mother.

"Mother, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that here. I should have let you have your shower and then..." Her fingers silenced me from continuing.

"Hush baby, I needed that and you have no idea how much I desperately wanted it!" She was talking with her head still back on the porcelain of the bowl, eyes closed and breathing hard. It just dawned on me that she must have been holding her breath through the orgasm and that was why she didn't make any noise! I was impressed to say the least. I had to know more about this fabulous woman that was, or had been, my Mother.

I had no idea that in all the years I had been around this wonderfully beautiful woman, she could be the most sensuously sexy creature I had ever known! I knew so very little and what little I did know was amazing in and of itself. Reading about sex is one thing but actually practicing it is something else!

I helped her into the shower and under the warm spray she revived quickly. I was getting wet from the over-spray of the water hitting her and bouncing off onto me as I held the shower curtain back so I could watch. She looked up at me and laughed. I could never get enough of those eyes of hers and the magical way they sparkled when she looked at me. "If you are going to just stand there and get soaked watching me wash, you might just as well get undressed and join me baby."

When I was younger I hated it when she called me baby, but that had changed over just the last few weeks. Now I loved it. I also realized she was right I was getting soaked and I did need a shower, so, it only took me a minute maybe less and I was snuggled up to her in the spray. My cock was scraping along her ass crack with every stroke of my hands while I soaped up. She giggled and said,"If you keep that up we'll never get out of here!"

I acted innocent as if my knees weren't slightly bent so that my stiffy would line up perfectly with her ass and said in a most innocent tone,"Whaaat?" Dragging out the "a". It didn't do one bit of good to put on the act though because she was on to me right from the start. Hard to fool Mom and even harder to fool a wise woman of the world.

"You got three choices cowboy! You can stop diddling my ass in this shower and wait until we get out. You can go ahead and bend me over and fuck me right here and right now, or you can straighten up and turn me around so that I suck that soft so that it will quit poking me in my ass!"

I was flabbergasted to say the least.

"Well, what's it gonna be stud, because if my calculations are right we only have a few more minutes of hot water anyway so you better make up your mind pretty damned quick!" She was using her "Mother" tone and I knew she was setting me straight. I bent forward and kissed her neck causing her to moan and straightened up saying,"We better finish our shower and get out! It'll give the hot water heater a chance to recover while we finish in bed."

There wasn't any hesitation as she soaped herself with a purpose and so did I. No more fooling around. Just as we were rinsing the water started to go cold. She squealed,"I told you!" and spun around rinsing her back as she slid the curtain out of the way and stepped out. I had been behind her all the time and was still covered in soapy residue," Shit!" I yelled as the water went from semi warm to completely cold in just a second or two. Mom laughed a deep throaty laugh at me,"See what fucking around in the bathroom does for you!"

"I didn't know it'd get me a COLD shower, hell I wouldn't mind a hot one but the cold is too much!" I was turning in quick circles so as to try and limit the cold water from concentrating in one spot too long but I was still freezing in the cold anyway. I just stepped out soaking wet and shivering just trying to avoid any more cold spray. Mom covered my back with a warm towel right away and began to dry me off like she used to do when I was little. I glanced back and saw her tits were shaking like crazy at me. I turned and grabbed her up in my arms and hugged her to me tightly, "I love you Mother."

She just "ummmm Hummed." at me. I had her in a good tight hug and her body was pressed against mine completely. I felt her legs part slightly and her feet hook on to my calves pressing her pelvis into me slightly. My hard cock was flattened against my lower belly by her hot and still moist pussy as her nipples bore into my chest so hard I would not be surprised to find myself bleeding from the marks they would leave. I was kissing her neck and sucking it too but not hard enough to leave a mark. Her arms were around my shoulders and her hands cupped on my shoulder blades pulling her to me. It was lovely.

I simply began to slide my feet along the floor and out into the hall heading for her bedroom. I don't know why I didn't go into my own room with her, but I didn't. I went straight for the bed and just stood at the foot of it holding the hug. I brought my head back and looking into her eyes brought my lips to hers and began a soulful kiss. She moaned in her throat.

Again I was impressed by this woman. She was very intuitive of my wants and desires and seemed to at times be able to read my mind. She returned the kiss fiercely and once the initial tongue duel was over and I had withdrawn mine she allowed hers to enter slowly. I loved her doing this and sucked her tongue with only slight pressure. Just enough to let her know I wanted her tongue in my mouth and that I was thoroughly enjoying sucking it. I moaned deep in my throat so that she would get it and as mine finished she did the same.

I broke the kiss and just pulled away far enough to allow our eyes to gaze upon each other because I wanted to make sure she was all right with this. All right with her being naked in front of me. All right with my cock straining against her. All right with the fact we were in her bedroom. Alone. I was trying to figure out if I was all right with what I was doing too. I still had some doubts and I didn't know why. I wanted my Mother as I had never desired any woman before. She was beautiful, smart and sexy and she had given herself to me or so she said. It wasn't her so much as me.

I suddenly realized that I would have to get over the very fact that this beautiful wonderfully naked woman was my Mother. I would have to get by the fact that she was just as she had said she would be, devoted. She was terribly submissive too, but could be very dominant also. What a fabulous combination for a really good looking babe to be.

I was still learning. Not only about myself and Mother of course, but about how far exactly I was willing to take our relationship, both in a sexual as well as an emotional state. Mother was doing the same. She had decided to give herself over to me early on, but hadn't really decided what to do about the consequences of our being caught or found out. She had just said the hell with all that crap and decided she would go along with whatever I decided to do.

I slowly slid my hands down from her shoulders to her waist allowing her body to fall slightly and slowly away from mine. I bent my knees and she was on the bed, well the top half of her was. Her lower half had become more or less stuck on my cock as she rotated. My cock had wedged itself up into her ass crack and stayed there pressed along the inner tender skin by weight and leverage. My cock was being bent down at a very uncomfortable angle by this little show of mine too and I had to bend at the hips to lessen the pain. This withdrawal caused my meat to slide along her crack and of course across her anal opening. She jumped and her eyes flew wide as my hips came back forward trying to slide her up farther onto the bed. She gasped loudly as she was rotating her shoulders trying to do a crab like climb up the bed allowing the pressure on her lower torso to make her slide back. Her legs had clenched and her knees had dug into my hips now pressing to push her away instead of clinching in as before.

I hadn't realized until we came to a stop that the forward motion had the effect of forcing my cock forward again along that tender slot until it had encountered a path of lesser resistance and entered her. I wasn't in far, just slightly past the crown of my cock, but it must have been quite a shock to her and judging from her wide eyed expression fairly shocking. Her eyes held mine now. Her breathing harsh and gasping as her hands were spread on the top covers of the bed. She was definitely feeling it but wasn't going to do anything to stop me.

Of course all of this came to me in a flash as the bed was still shaking from our combined effort.

"No mother I am not going to fuck that cute little pussy of yours right now." She just looked at me and her eyes slowly went back to the sparkle I enjoyed so much. "What would you like for me to do Mother?" She was being very still but I knew she wanted to move her hips. "What else can I do besides jerking myself out?"

She hissed at me drawing in her breath and almost screamed, "Oh God no please don't jerk it! Her eyes were wide again that little look of slight pleasure back. She just panted for a moment or two and then brought her hand to her mouth to stifle a moan. Finally after a few seconds she just gave me a pleading look and nodded,"Okay, try and go slow."

My eyebrows went up as she continued,"In or out but go slow, please!"

I got it. Not wanting to ever cause her any pain I gently applied pressure from my hips to withdraw. Just steadily increasing back pressure. Finally I felt the dry skin move and the crown of my cock pulled back with a pop. She gasped loudly, but she almost immediately relaxed as it quickly dawned on her.

Her sparkling eyes caught mine as she spoke,"You're first time."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise and said," Yes it was!"

Now she really laughed and between chuckles said,"Not quite the same for you as it was for me!"

I stayed serious and lowered my eyes as I felt ashamed. She stopped laughing almost immediately ans with a serious tone asked,"What is it son?"

I just repeated," My first time."

It hit her like a ton of bricks then. "Oh my God, that was the first time you've ever... You've never had... Oh my God Son that was the first time you ever... " She was dumbfounded and just babbling. I think she was totally shocked.

I was smiling at her eyes hoping my eyes were sparkling now as I said quietly," I guess I lost my virginity to you Mother didn't I?"

A shocked look came over her but her eyes began to take on the shine that leads to the sparkle again.

"I mean even if neither of us did it intentionally, it still counts right?" I was asking her a sexual question that a boy doesn't get to ask his own Mother most of the time and she got that "look" on her face and the sparkle was back as she replied,"Yes, Son it counts but you didn't get my cherry ass!" Then she smiled big and added,"I've never lost it to any man, but I'm going to give it to you Son." I felt about ten feet tall just then.

"Mom, I wouldn't hurt you for the world!" She just shushed me and cleared her throat before she could speak.

"You won't hurt me. I'm not going to bleed and I'm not going to be sorry when it happens, but Son, I want to GIVE it to you and I want you to really TAKE it from me." Now I was a little shocked but she just let her sparkling eyes lock onto mine as she continued,"You're my man from now on, and you get to have everything. I've never let anyone else have. Everything! I'm so proud that I have a virginity to give to you and you must know that if I've never allowed another man to have it, that you are my man and I want you to take it."

I was about to turn 19 in a few weeks and marveled at my situation. It probably wasn't unique, but it was definitely out of the ordinary. How many 18 - 19 year old's do you think have a good job that pays well, a nice car, a new Harley Davidson and a good looking babe that's totally devoted to pleasing him? I didn't know a single one unless I looked in the mirror.

I had told Mom that I would stop calling her Mother or Mom outside the house or around people we didn't know. First start. I wasn't into hiding and sneaking around, I hated it. When I had told Mom that we needed a new home I had thoughts of us moving out into the canyon area. Out of town on a ranch maybe where we could be together without a lot of other people getting too snoopy and asking one too many questions. It was just a thought but one which I found very attractive.

I didn't like my Mother's job. It wasn't that her boss was an asshole or anything like that, hell he was hardly ever there as his Father was still living and he had to see after him all the time and try to run the business too. This was getting to be a monumental chore for him and he had mentioned that he might be forced to put his Father into a rest home to get the constant care he needed. The problem was that that type facility was fairly expensive. He often talked of these things while he and my Mother worked in the shop. His biggest problem was the money. It would require a large deposit to get the old man into the "good" home and Sammy didn't have that kind of cash just laying around. He had a thriving business in the cleaners and was making good money, but also had a good looking high maintenance wife that made a lot of demands of him. It was a huge dilemma.

Mom thought it over and asked Sammy a few questions over the weeks that they were discussing the problem and thought of a solution for the situation.

"Sammy, where is your Father now?" She asked Sammy one day.

"He's out at our old place. I've had a live in caregiver with him for over a year, but it's so very expensive." Sammy lamented.

"Do you have any savings you could use to get your Father in the home you want him in?" Mom asked.

"No, I mean I do have some savings, but no where enough to get him in there. The situation he's in now is costing me so much that putting more into savings is very hard and if anything should happen, I mean a medical emergency of course we would be wiped out!" Sammy had that far off dreamy look on his face just talking about what might happen.

"Well, do you have any assets, do you or your wife own any property that you might sell or something?" Mom was trying to think of ways that Sammy might have to get things worked out.

"No, I don't have anything but my house and it already has a pretty big mortgage payment as it is." He waggled his eyebrows at Mother when she looked his way, "You know my wife, she's got to have the biggest and the best!"




Millie Ch. 03



They worked in silence for a while both trying to think of a way to work things out. My Mother was also thinking of the gift she wanted to give me for my birthday. What she wanted to give her Son was herself. A night of total sexual pleasure, hell an entire weekend of sexual pleasure for him was going to be the gift. She had given it a lot of thought lately. She smiled and thought of the saying,"It would be the gift that keeps on giving!"

Sammy interrupted her thoughts of pleasure,"Hey you know what you said earlier about land?" Mom Nodded her head in agreement and he went on,"Well, I was just thinking that my Father's place sits on 25 acres of land and it might be worth something, if I could sell it or get a loan against it."

"You won't get as much on a loan as you would selling it outright probably." she told him. "How big a place is it?"

Right away Sammy rolled his eyes and said,"It's 5 bedrooms and three baths, but it's an older home and in pretty bad shape cause the old man was just too old to keep it up in top condition and I was too busy. My two sisters married and moved away and have never looked back since Mom died so it's all been on me."

"How bad a shape is it?" Mom asked.

"Pretty bad shape actually. The caregiver and my Father stay in two of the rooms that has a adjoining bath but the other bedrooms have been closed for years. The kitchen area is mostly okay, but the appliances are really out of date and need upgrading." Sammy was wistful thinking about it.

"Maybe it's not as bad as you think Sammy." Mom said.

"I'll tell you what, today is pretty slow so if you wouldn't mind we could drive out there at lunch and look the place over." Mom nodded. "I'll get Carol to watch the store while we're gone and I'll spring for burgers on the way back, how's that?"

Mom agreed and that's exactly what they did. On the ride out there Sammy told Mom that he really didn't want to put his Father in a nursing home at all but his wife was pretty well insisting that they couldn't drive back and forth out to his Father's place as often as Sammy wanted and the old man needed full time care. Sammy told Mom that the caregiver he had was devoted to his dad and would be devastated if her were to be put into a home, but the big old house was too much to maintain and too far out of town to make it easy for Sammy to fix it up. There were just too many "if's" and it would be a lot of time and hard work which Sammy didn't have either of!

When they got out to the place I think my Mother liked it from the start. It was a large 5 bedroom house, a detached garage and a tool shed. The tool shed was bigger than Mom's house! There was another building farther back along the road that led to the tool shed and continued to the other building. The place was in a state of total disrepair. There were missing shingle patches on the roof from the strong winds blowing them away and just not having been replaced. The roof leaked of course, when it rained. Some flooring and drywall needed replacement and of course the entire home needed paint inside and out. The detached garage door was a kilter and wasn't working and appeared like it hadn't in quite a while. Several of the posts on the porch needed replacing too and that was only what could be seen from the outside in a cursory glance!

Inside the two bedrooms that the Father and the caregiver were occupying were clean and well kept as was the shared bathroom, but the rest was dirty, dusty and filled with cobwebs. It looked as though it hadn't seen a living soul in many many years. The kitchen and spacious dining room were fairly clean but obviously too big and roomy for two older people. The refrigerator was older but still worked and there was also a freezer that was older still but it too still worked. The stove was ancient and it wasn't or hadn't been wiped for grease and spilling's in probably a decade at least. The sinks were clean and there were 3 plates, 2 bowls, 4 forks, 4 knives and 6 spoons in the dish rack beside it but no pots or pans. The only new item in the kitchen was a large convection oven and it was clear that whatever was eaten in this kitchen was prepared in that.

Everything else in the entire house was dusty and caked with dirt. It had just not been lived in for quite a while and needed a good cleaning.

18 miles out of town. That was 36 miles round trip a day. But it was isolated as Sammy had said the nearest neighbor lived seven miles away down the same hard packed dirt road. After some cordial introductions and a short visit Mom and Sammy said goodbye and left. The old man was just that,old. The caregiver was younger by about 15 years and Mom said he was quite caring for the old man and they made a good match as they both had grown to like the same things and share the same interests.

They were just too far out for their own good. If anything were to happen to either of them help was at least an hour away in town probably. Mom saw Sammy's problem right away. She was smart though too and asked Sammy to take her by the house, our house, on the way back to the shop. He did and she invited him in while she changed her slacks she purposely soiled at the "ranch" as Sammy had referred to it. It allowed her the opportunity to let Sammy see her home. A 2 bedroom small 1100 sq. ft. well kept and well maintained home that was in town.

After changing they started back to the shop only stopping by the Lotta Burger for some real lunch. While they waited they talked. It didn't take long for Sammy's huge "ranch" that was badly in need of repairs he neither could afford nor could do himself to be offered in a trade for Mom's too small for her and her grown Son's house. First there was chuckling as the jesting offers were bantied about.

Both properties were mortgage free. Both owners were "looking" for another property and dreading the entire process of selling, paperwork and buying with the paperwork and fees. The differences really boiled down to just a few things. The value of Mom's property in top condition basically was about the same as Sammy's larger all round property in very poor condition. Equal assessment seemed fair. Mother made it very clear to Sammy though that as she worked and repaired and refurbished the "ranch" it's value would increase tremendously, while the value of the little 2 bedroom house would begin to lose it's value if it were not maintained properly.

Sammy needed to think things over and Mom wanted to get my impressions of the "ranch" and the possible deal before things got carried away.

Mom sprung the idea on me that very night as soon as we had set down to eat dinner. She seemed excited about the possibilities but very apprehensive about all the work and possible expenses that would be needed for the repairs. Repairing things would go to the top of the list and after that refurbishing could be done slowly over a long period of time which would spread the cost out and allow for better things to be bought and thus increasing the value even more over time.

We decided to drive out and give the place a look over that Saturday as we would both have the day off.

I was not too surprised at the total disrepair appearance of everything around the place, but was surprised at the small things that would be required to get things back into fairly good shape. The garage door hinge had simply worked a bolt loose and had cocked itself over binding the system but making the door unusable. A simple 30 minute fix for me. The missing shingles could easily be replaced as they were readily available still and I had a little experience doing it. The slant of the roof was good and there wouldn't bee a problem for me there. I figured $150 in shingles, nails and Henry's and one or maybe two weekends and it'd be done. The tool shed door was off it's hinges and there was some old furniture stored in there under tarps. I couldn't see what was all there but there was a lot of it and at least it was covered with the tarps to keep the dust and dirt off. We'd get to that later. The porch posts were an easy replacement as I looked at them because the fittings were all solid but the wood posts themselves had not been painted often enough and weather over time had just rotted them away. No signs of termites so that was good.

While I was down looking the tool shed over I noticed the other building farther down the little dirt road. I was out there to look so I did. I wandered down the road to the other building. It had been boarded up but appeared in fairly good shape. It had old style shingles but they unlike the main house's were in very good condition and had weathered well. I appeared to be an old bunk house for ranch hands. Maybe two or three rooms and what appeared to be an add-on of toilet and shower facility. It was crude but looked solid and still in fairly workable condition. Wouldn't take much and it could actually be livable.

Mom had visited with the old man and the caregiver, ostensibly visiting but making a better assessment of the inside and what she would need to do to get things back into a workable living area for us. Two new toilets and a new counter-top and sink set as well as fixtures for both the kitchen and the three bathrooms would all need to be replaced. The hardwood floor where the rain had been coming in was badly in need of refinishing bu it didn't look rotted yet and might be saved. Everything else needed a good cleaning. Other than those few things she figured she could have things at least livable in a few weeks if we worked hard and watched our budget close. Maybe $500 for the inside work, if I could do the repairs and the plumbing replacements and if there weren't any other major problems.

A lot of if's!

We decided to take the rest of the week to think it over. Next weekend was going to be my birthday and Mom had something special planned I could tell. The weather had been, and looked to be, good for the near future so we had a few options open to us for things to do.

Mom and Sammy had a few more discussions and banter about the merits of a trade and how it might go. On Wednesday the following week they met with a real estate broker friend of Sammy's to start the ball rolling on the property trade. Just so happened that unbeknownst to Sammy, the broker had once been out with Mom and still had the hots for her.

Mom came from that initial meeting and immediately sat me down for a talk at our table. "Well I ain't naked and neither are you so it must not be too serious!" I quipped.

Mom shot me a look and just as quickly said,"If that's what it is going to take I had better not only strip naked I need to get on my knees in front of you for what I need to say." To say I was a little shocked would be putting it mildly.

"Okay, Mother, what's going on and what does it have to do with us?" She knew what I meant. I was curious what had happened that she thought might or would effect out sex lives, not that we had really had one yet.

"Well, okay, I had a meeting with Sammy and the broker today. You knew that already. What you don't know is that the broker is George, a guy I dated once."

"So you dated this guy George a few times before, so what." I said.

"No Son you don't know what, and you need to listen because he made me an offer to really help me with the swap deal but he wants something in return for his help and you really need to listen." She was being serious I could tell. There was no sparkle to her eyes now but there was a little fire there so I knew the George guy wanted something sexual and he wanted my Mother to do it whatever it was. I already was pissed at George and I didn't even know what he had said yet!

Mother could see the anger in my eyes and face as she spoke, "Calm down Son, George is just a little off but he really means well. He wouldn't hurt a fly and would never even think of causing me any pain as in that respect he is much like you. George is just a little different, that's all." She was looking into my eyes trying to gauge my reaction to her words.

"I'm sure I can deal with George either way but he made me a seriously good offer and it would save us a lot of up front money and he showed me a few things that could be written into the property swap papers that would really help us out." Her face was showing apprehension now.

"So he can give us a break on the fees and help us out on the deal. But..." I waited until she looked me in the eyes which she had not done as she ended her little speech. "But?" I asked again.

"Your right he does want something." She was embarrassed and she hadn't even said anything yet! This whatever it was must be good! "And what he wants is?" I was really curious now!

"Oh hell never mind!" She waved me off and got up to leave. "I'm sorry I even brought it up." She was clearly not only embarrassed but quite flustered also.

"Sit your lovely ass back down here and tell me exactly what that son-of-a-bitch wants!" I was pissed again. Whatever this asshole had told her he wanted her to do must be depraved and sick in some way to have her all upset like this when she hadn't even said it out loud yet! "What kind of pervert is this asshole anyway?" I wanted to know!

"Oh shit Son, can't we just forget it?" She was upset and I could tell she regretted ever starting this.

"No, Mother of my life and woman of my dreams, we cannot! Please take a minute to compose yourself and then tell me what it is that's got you so upset!" That did it, calling her my Mother was one thing but telling her that she was the woman of my dreams was such a big ego booster for her she just sat back down to at least enjoy that one compliment even if the rest of the conversation turned to shit she would have that one thing and I knew it.

"Well all right, but what he wants is not so much perverted but it's kinky and there is a little background that you'll need to know first." She squirmed in her seat before continuing,"I was really dating only one guy when I was first introduced to George. I was dating Rodger, you remember that service writer? Well anyway Rodger didn't have much nice to say about George at the time but I just chalked that up to macho ego and jealousy. I didn't give it much thought until George actually asked me out and I accepted. Just that one time though."

Now I could see Mom's face redden as the embarrassment came back. What?" I asked.

"Well it was a short date. Really short." She was stalling obviously trying now to think of a tactful way of telling me something bad. I was getting pissed again!

"No, he didn't do anything!" She was in defensive mode now after seeing my red face. She knew me and knew I was pissed as hell and didn't even know the whole story!

"I guess there's just no way to say it other than exactly like he said it to me that night. There really isn't a way to ease into the thing, you have to just blurt it right out!" She was talking out loud but talking to herself and not me.

"What he wanted to do was eat me." She looked at me then. Questioning look on he face. Apprehensive. Fearful.

"Okay, I can understand that! Hell I've wanted to do that for a while now myself! I was smiling as I said this relieved that it wasn't some really perverse thing he wanted. I didn't see her expression change at first as I was so relieved myself at the revelation. I quickly got myself under control though. There was more. I hadn't let her finish the little tale she was trying to tell me.

"This is the hard part! He had wanted to eat me, alright?" She was asking both with her words and with her skewed facial expression whether or not I was following her. I was. "He wanted to eat me, after." when these words came out she covered her face with her hands and didn't continue.

All right. So this guy wanted to eat her pussy. After? After what? Now I was more curious than I was when she started. What the hell did after mean?

"After what?" I couldn't help myself.

"After anyone else had fucked me!" She blurted out from behind her hands.

"You mean he wanted to eat your pussy, but not until after someone else had..." I stammered. "After, when you had cleaned yourself,right?"

"No, before." Now she uncovered her face. It was red as a beet.

"You mean he told you that he wanted to eat you AFTER someone else fucked you?" I was stammering again, "And before you cleaned yourself?" I couldn't believe it. "While you were still..."

"Yes and he told me the sooner the better, wait I think his exact words were, the fresher the better!" She was truly embarrassed.

"I can see where that might have put you off!" I waggled my eyebrows at her.

She slapped my arm and said, "Knock that shit off! This is not funny."

It suddenly occurred to me exactly what she meant when she said that and no it was not funny. George wanted to have oral sex with my Mother still, now, soon and he still wanted her the same way! I began to see finally what the dilemma was. She couldn't do it. There wasn't a way for her to allow George to suck her pussy because she wasn't dating any guys anymore. She was devoted to me now.

Me.

"So you're thinking about this?" I asked her. I didn't want to hurt her and I knew she had only been thinking about the overall picture, the property swap, the money and the possibility of problems cropping up in the future. I realized all of that rolled up into one single ball was really my Mother worrying about her Son. Not wanting to hurt him in any way. She had let herself be propositioned for me. Damn I was proud of her right then!

It must have showed on my face because now the blush was back on hers and she said,"What?"

"I'm so proud of you?" I answered.

"Why's that?" She asked, then afterthought kicked in and she added,"Because I am willing to whore myself out for you?"

"No Mother, because you weren't willing to whore yourself out for us until you got my permission and it wouldn't be whoring yourself out if there wasn't intercourse anyway."

She just looked at me.

It only took a second or two for my mistake to come back and bite me in my ass.

She lowered her head and said quietly,"I would be willing if he wanted me to but since I have pledged myself to be with only one man, he would need to be the man to tell me it is all right."

"And?" I added.

She thought that over for a second or two and then her eyes shot open as she looked at me and said,"You would have to be the one to fuck me!"

I nodded in agreement but didn't say anything.

We both went quiet then and it stayed quiet for a little while.

I was both thinking of the necessity of incest with my Mother as well as all of the aspects of consequences and also thinking of the possible implications of allowing my willing Mother to be intimate with another man. I wasn't sure I could stand by and allow that to happen and if I decided it could happen then I knew then that I wanted to at the very least be there to make sure his lips were the only thing anywhere near my Mother's pussy!

My Mother could see the gears turning in my head and instinctively knew I was trying to deal with all the angles of this goofy proposal.

I needed some more information. "I need to ask you some serious questions,Mom."

"Okay, Honey, shoot!" She was as ready as she was going to get.

"When? Where? How? More to the point would be is it that important to us?"

When I said the word "us" her whole face brightened and a smile started. When she looked at me the sparkle was there as she answered,"

"Well to answer the most important question first, it would save us a lot of our money and maybe a lot more later if things go badly at the "ranch" and we are forced to make a major repair. The when is whenever I say, the where is wherever I say and the how is up to you." She was almost panting as she finished, realizing that I hadn't outright said no and that I was considering this.




Millie Ch. 03



I was.

"Rules." I said it loudly so that she understood what I was going to say applied to her as well as her "date".

"First of all Mother after giving this a little thought I am thinking that this really works to our advantage. If you never have any more "dates" with men and I never "date" girls then it won't take the friends we have long to begin to put 2 and 2 together and come up with us two as a solid couple."

She was nodding in agreement but the sparkle never left her eyes!

"So this type thing might not be all that bad. It will appear like a hot date to everyone we know and you and I will know what it really is." I was watching her and every time I said the words,"us,our or we" she smiled a little bigger and the sparkle increased if that was at all possible.

"I can't really see a down side to this at all as long as..." I paused waiting for her to stop being so damned happy and really pay attention,"as long as... YOU are happy and absolutely certain this asshole can be trusted not to go crazy on you before, during or after!"

Her demeanor sobered a little at that. "I'm pretty sure I can trust him."

"Pretty sure isn't good enough when it's you and your hot little body that's gonna be on the line Honey!" She again brightened at that.

I'm gonna think of a way to do it so that we're both satisfied. Speaking of which I'm gonna want you to practice being eaten out and I was wondering if I could apply for the training job?" I was almost chuckling as I said it. She just giggled and waggled her eyebrows at me and said

I coughed and almost choked,"Oh hell no, I ain't into that kinky shit yet!"

"Is it practice time yet?" She was asking as she pulled her top over her head to reveal her sweet looking tits and their hard as rocks nipples.

"Mother, it's always going to be practice time when you are in front of me and getting naked."

She stepped in front of me and I put my thumbs in the sides of her slacks and hooked her panties too and pulled her to me. First she squealed and then as she realized that I was using my mouth and teeth to unbutton her slacks she moaned. When the button popped I pulled one side causing the zipper to open and then pulled down with my hands bringing her pants and underwear down both at one time. When my hands could cup her beautiful little ass I stood and just cupping her by the ass, put her up on the table. She laid back and I kept my grip on her slacks and underwear and just slid them smoothly off her.

Mother held her legs in the air and spread them waiting for me to drop her clothes. I did and sat in the chair again scooting the arms of the chair right up against the table. This put me right up against the bottoms of my beautiful Mother's thighs. She brought her feet to each side of my head and straightened her legs which drove her calves along my neck and face as they slid up. As my head passed her knees she again moaned. I reached to each side and felt for and found her pretty little feet. Grasping a foot in each hand I brought them to rest on the arms of the chair which bent her legs at the knees and forced her legs to open flowering her soaking pussy.

It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Open. Warm, wet and inviting. I indulged myself by lowering my face to it. The aroma was heavenly and I stuck out my tongue and took a very long lap at the gap. Her taste was sweet and tangy at the same time a wonderful flavor that I instantly fell in love with all over again. I loved this woman's sweet pussy. She moaned and hunched her pelvis one time toward my open mouth and waiting tongue. I lapped at her lovingly.

I was thinking, 19 years ago I was in there and like the fool I've been up until now, trying to get out. Now all I seem to want to do is try to kiss, lick, suck, tongue, taste and make love to this orifice that my Mother has bestowed upon me as her center of being. This super soft yet totally gripping canal is my Mother's soul and she's chosen me to take care of it, nurture it, love it, taste it, tease it and slide my cock up into it and bathe it in my offerings.

All of that was pervading my thoughts as my tongue worked over the outer lips which were wide open and flowered before me. She was moaning and hissing and twitching and hunching with me, at me and for me as I did it.

I zeroed in on her little clit at the top of her mound and covered it with my open lips forming a seal around it and sucking lightly in a pulsing form while running my tongue in a flicking motion over just the very tip of flesh that protruded. Never completely swiping it but never totally missing it either. She began screaming at me to fuck her. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oooohhhh Fuck me with that red hot tongue!" I was.

I knew I wanted more and I knew what I needed to do to have what I wanted. I brought my elbows back until my hands were at the front of the chair's arms and then slid them back until I felt her ankles. I took hold of her ankles and raised them and pressed them forward until her feet were firmly on the table beside her hips. I was firmly attached by mouth to her clit and still sucking in ever increasing stronger pulses. When her feet were in position it forced her to rotate her hips opening her even more to my view and my access. I pressed a finger into her as I continued with my mouth. The finger sawed in deep and elicited a nice throat moan from my beauty. On an out stroke I rotated my hand over so that I could bend the finger upwards and before sliding it back in I added another digit. I thought this to be a non issue as she was very wet and open but there was quite a bit of resistance to the extra girth sliding in. She was on fire now and flowing as my fingers reached full depth and I began to wiggle them. There was a jerk of her hips and then a tensing and stiffening of her legs around my ears and I could only hear the muffled cry of her as she climaxed but it was long and high pitched.

I let go of her clitoris and just opened the seal I had maintained around it and withdrew my tongue but I didn't take my mouth away and instead gathered as much hot breath from my lungs as I could and blew soft hot breath on her clit as though it were a lens from a pair of glasses I was trying to clean. Another jerk and a really loud deep moan. The leg muscles relaxed about my head and I heard this one full force.

I pulled back slightly and kissed her pussy as passionately as I thought I could. Once. Lower. Lower. I slid my tongue deep inside her open pulsing channel along the same path my fingers had just withdrawn from. Another deep moan and a slight hip jerk. I used both hands to cup them behind her knees and press her legs back as I kissed further down seeking the one place I had not had yet be able to give her pleasure instead of pain. I saw the wrinkled target and went directly to it thinking as my lips touched it that I wanted to kiss it and make it well. As my warm moist lips locked onto her anus she really jerked but in a full body style instead of a localized at the hip type and she hissed a sharp intake of breath. I just touched my tongue to the bare skin I had surrounded with my lips and she grunted out a growl that turned quickly into a scream and related to the largest contraction of her leg, stomach and ass muscles as she squirted a small bit of vaginal fluid from her pussy straight into my upper nose at the bridge. It splashed me as it hit and I lost vision but once again my head was firmly clamped between her vise like thighs and shaken like a paint vibrator for at least 20 long seconds.

It was heaven for me. The feeling of her orgasm was fabulous. I would repeat that a thousand times a day if I could and I felt pretty sure she'd let me try!



Millie Ch. 04



Now the floodgate was open, at least for me it was. I knew I wanted to have a full sexual relationship with my wonderful beautiful Mother. I wanted her in every way a man can want a woman. No inhibitions. I felt sure she wanted me in the same way. But. There was always a "but" that got into the mix of any of those thought's. I began to wonder if my Mother had any of those "but" thought's? Of course asking my self was like punishing myself for something I hadn't actually done in the physical sense, but in my mind and more importantly in my soul I had done everything I had ever seen, heard of, talked about, read about or thought about to and with a beautiful woman's body that now especially seemed to have my Mother's face attached to it.

It was funny that dreams and scenes I had from early on about all sorts of sexual acts from Playboy, Penthouse or even movies that had an erotic scene of some memorable acts in them now took on my Mother's face as one of the characters. I couldn't help it and I couldn't stop it from happening either and I really didn't want to. I wanted to have my Mother and I knew she wanted it too.

But.

That little word kept coming up. I hated it. Why? Why was there a "but" attached to all thought's of sexual acts with my Mother. I had oral sex with her, I had teased and dominated her and quite frankly enjoyed all of that tremendously! So why was there a "but" in my thoughts? And was there one in Mother's thoughts as well?

My Mother lay before me naked and panting on the table in our kitchen. I had just gone down on her and eater her pussy out. I had licked her anus. I had fingered her cunt. I enjoyed every single thing I had done. I did not have any regrets about doing any of the things.

But.

I didn't want anyone to know what I had done with my beautiful Mother, even though I also knew that if it were to be known, I had some friends that would be very envious of me, slap my back in pure joy that I was able to enjoy the beauty of such a beautiful woman. I also knew that a few people I knew would burn rubber all the way to the local police department trying to be the first in line to turn us in. I knew some would immediately get on their phones and burn up the phone company with their dialing everyone they knew or even thought they knew to spread the gossip as soon as they heard any little piece of the story as quickly as they could.

That was where the "but" came from for me. I wasn't ashamed of anything about my Mother. She was my Queen. But I was totally terrified of any word getting around town that we were having an incestual relationship, even if it was true.

Oh, I had it all worked out in my mind. She was sterile. Hysterectomy. So since she could not conceive the biblical definition of procreation due to incestual relations could be discounted, the law of the land could conceivably be dealt the same blow as we were two adult's engaging in consensual sexual relations, at least we would be in another two and a half years after I turned 21. I, we needed to stay away from anyone we knew for that amount of time at least! Then, it might not matter if we were dedicated to one another and I was certain that would be the case.

But.

It was the same old bugaboo. I hated it too. Hiding, sneaking around. It was bullshit. Brought on by an unaccepting society. Oh, sure the laws on the books "SAY" consenting adults, but that's just legal bullshit. Too many tongues would wag and too much shit would happen and it would all get blown out of proportion and Mother would get really hurt and I couldn't stand that. Nasty. People were nasty. Good God fearing religious fanatical church going supposed Christian brothers and sisters would be the very first to turn on us instead of understanding and helping they'd be furnishing the pitch forks and firewood! It was laughable but sadly not too funny to me because I knew that to be the truth.

But. Christians, but!

Well I also knew that the plan Mother had stumbled on for the property swap was absolutely the answer to our troubles if we wanted to call it that. Out of sight out of mind was a good cliche to me.

If we could work that out and get this "George" to help out with that and I could figure a way to wrap my mind around what he wanted to use my Mother for and how to do it so that George would think Mom was dating another guy, then it would go a long way toward covering our trail.

Mom moaned and her feet that had been propped up on the tabletop slid forward and off the edge. I leaned in a planted a wet kiss on her soppng pussy and gave it a long lick tasting her. She merely flinched a little and moaned again. There was a clown like smile on her face and I knew she would be just basking in the glow for a few minutes more so my thinking kept going.

The property swap was good. Using George was good. I would need a good plan for that though because I never wanted my Mother in any danger real or imagined no matter what. I let my gaze roam up her slim thighs and across the flat stomach to her still full breasts and that cute face, I loved my Mother. It wasn't a dream or an illusion, I loved her and not only the way a Son should love his Mother, but as deeply as any man can love a woman.

I decided right then and there to trade all of the "but's" for "and's". Instead of adding a "but" at the end of every doubt or sexual thought involving me and my Mother, I would substitute an "and" as in saying,"And no matter what we will work it out!"

So no more looking back. I would need a little time to work out the "George" thing but I had already thought of a sorta plan at least for their first meeting. I could not be here in our house. Motel. It could not be on a weekend as she would not want any chance he might want to spend a night with her, no a week day with work in the morning. Also we needed, well Mom would need to make absolutely certain that Sammy wouldn't get cold feet or back out of the deal if whatever it was that George was planning to do was discovered. That property swap had to be a solid deal.

Mom moaned and started to get up into a sitting position on the table. She groaned and I looked at her, she wrinkled her forehead and grimaced, rubbing her arms up and down and then her sides,"Honey, you were absolutely fabulous and I came harder that I ever have before and I love you more than anything else in the world, but never again on this hard assed fucking table please!" She was smiling while the groans were steady in coming as she slowly tried to rub out the stiffness apparently in all her body that had been in contact with the wood of the table. She scooted forward spreading her legs wide and placing that beautiful pussy right in my face again,"Kiss me goodnight Honey, I'm hitting the shower and getting some sleep after that!"

I did as she asked but added another long tongue swipe for good measure before she struggled to get her feet on the floor and get by me to leave and go to the shower.

I wanted to talk to her some more but I really needed to do some serious thinking and figure out a plan that would work first. "What a great ass!" I thought as I watched her walk away slowly. Another thought occurred to me as I watched that fabulous ass, I seemed to see my Mother as she looked when she was in her 20's. I knew that wasn't possible, but it was just the way I saw her everyday as I looked at her. Still firm, still hot and still sexy and the age didn't seem to me to make one damned bit of difference to me at all. She was a beautiful woman. Period. Every friend I had ever had that had seen her at any time had always, always, said she looked like a model or that she looked good enough to eat or something else along those lines.

It was true.

The plan was coming together in my head. It would be good to set something up for George so that he could think Mom was seeing another guy. I would need to get Mom to try to find out if George was especially interested in a certain type of man. I almost laughed out loud. Here I was trying to figure out a way to make George hotter for my own Mother's pussy by figuring out what kind of man's cum he might most like to suck out of it! Jesus Christ! What next?

We needed a place, a motel that would work for the plan. It needed to be close to a bar or a drive in. My plan also needed for me to be able to borrow a vehicle for everything I had planned to work. Of course the other thing also reared it's ugly head. I would have to fuck my Mother. There wasn't another alternative for this to work as she didn't want anyone else and quite frankly neither did I. No one could know it was me doing the fucking for several reasons and I knew them all. That left me with a third problem and one that I hadn't counted on. I was certainly going to fill my Mother's womb with my cum, but we would still need someone to play the boyfriend! I couldn't because unfortunately for me George knew who I was and had seen me before. It was a shame we didn't have the "ranch"yet as it had plenty of rooms and it was far enough out that there might no even be a question raised if I were there "after" her boyfriend left and before George could arrive. There wouldn't be a need for a ruse then.

Later maybe, but right now we had to have a place. It was still fairly early and a Wednesday night so I yelled through the door that I would be back soon and took the bike out for a ride. It wasn't a joy ride either, but a dedicated scouting mission. I rode down to the boulevard. Where we lived in town it wasn't far from the end of the boulevard at the east end of town so I turned east and went to the business end and made a "U" and started puttin' along looking things over. Not too far down the road I spotted what could be the perfect setup. It was the Overland Motel and it sat next to a vacant lot and then the Circle "R" Bar and Tavern. What attracted me to it was the motorcycles sitting out front of the bar and the open door with loud music coming from the bar. The motel looked clean and the rooms were small independent cabins. Perfect. There were 12 cabins in two rows. Parking was beside each cabin and it appeared like people had just circled the cabins using the vacant dirt lot to turn around in. People liked doing that if they were pulling a trailer. This was a good setup for what we needed.

Now all I needed was another guy to "play" Mom's boyfriend. No problem with a hot babe like Mom, right? Wrong. Whoever it was going to be had to be someone that would not ask any questions and would accept everything I told him at face value.

Problem was I didn't know anyone that would fill that bill. Oh, I had friends that wouldn't ask any questions, especially if it meant they could be with or at least pretend to be with a hot babe like Mother, but their problem was my problem, they were all my age and way too young to be dating my Mom. I didn't really know any "older" guys except fathers of some of my friends and I immediately discounted asking any of them because every single one of them would do it, and be divorced shortly. I chuckled at that thought.

It occurred to me that I did know one older guy, and it also occurred to me that he just might go along. I wasn't too sure he had ever actually met my Mother but if he had he never said anything about her good or bad. No, Bob wasn't that way. No matter what he thought he wouldn't ever say it out loud and damn sure wouldn't ever say anything about anyone Else's old lady even if it was a real Mother and not a wife. An old lady was just that, an old lady, meaning a girlfriend, wife or whatever. Someone you didn't insult without expecting dire consequences.

Bob was a real biker and basically that was the code. It just wasn't done. It didn't mean I could just trust him with my life or anything but I felt under the right circumstances I could certainly count on him to help me out with a problem, especially if it concerned my Mom. I just didn't know much about Bob except what I knew from seeing him at Rip's. I'd have to fix that and damned quick. Tomorrow right after work!

When i got home Mom was out of the shower of course and in her bed. She called to me as I went into my room to grab some underwear so I could grab a shower before bed. "Hey handsome! Got a minute?" she sorta yelled.

I grinned at her from the doorway. She was in the bed and the covers were up to her chest but a single hard nipple was poking over the top of the bright white sheet, "Peek-A-Boo!" I said and she glanced down to see what my eyes were seeing that she hadn't intended showing. She saw the errant nipple but didn't try to hide it. "Where'd you get off to?"

I explained the ride to her and also explained an outline of my plan. She just listened and then said,"You left out the one thing I'm interested in hearing about."

"What's that?" I asked.

"The part just before George arrives. The part where you and I make love. You know, that part." She was giving me that "look" again and the eyes were into July fourth sparkle mode. Hot damn this woman could turn me on just by looking at me.

"I know." I said,"I have been thinking that over and felt we needed to talk that over some before anything else happens."

She started to tear up a little and with her voice cracking said,"You don't want me? I mean like that? You're afraid we'll get caught?" She started to cry now.

I went straight to the bed and sat beside her cuddling her to me as I said,"No Mother, you're so wrong and I'm so ashamed I haven't told you how I really feel before. I've been to busy enjoying the control and teasing of you and by you that I just haven't taken the time to try to explain how I feel and how I look at the whole situation."

She was sniffling as she said,"Baby I love you and I know you're a young stud and I'm an old lady twice your age, I know all that and I realize you'll eventually want a sweet young thing younger than you are, but I'll take whatever time you'll let me have of your love and I'll give you everything I have."

"Your not old Mother. I mean you're not too old Mother. I don't look at you and see an old woman, I still see the beautiful firm young babe everyone else I know sees." I was rubbing her arm from the elbow up to her shoulder in long comforting strokes.

"If you'll have me Baby, I'll do anything you ever want in any way you want me to do it and you can have all of me, my love, my body, and my will and soul. I love you so much I can't stand not being with you Son. Please! Please love me!" She started crying again then. It was emotion now, not sex. This was all love and she was doing everything in her power to make me believe that she was honestly in love with me, not just that she loved me, but that she was in love with me.

I understood because I felt the same about her too. I loved her. I loved her as my Mother, but I also was in love with her as the most beautiful woman I had ever met too. "Mother I love you." I put my fingers under her chin and turned her head to mine so that she would look me in the eyes. "I love you." I kissed her mouth then. Her lips parted and my tongue fought it's way into her mouth past her wiggling tongue. We dueled a short time before I allowed her to reverse the action and press her tongue into me. She tongue fucked my mouth for a few seconds before I broke the kiss to continue,"You're not a piece of ass to me Mother. You're not my whore, not my bitch and I do not want to just fuck you!"

Her eyes stayed locked on mine. "Mother you are everything I want and although our relationship will never be considered by our society as normal I want that more than anything else. I do not want you to ever regret choosing me as your lover. I want to be your lover. When we "play" our little games I might fuck you or do other things to you sexually,but when we are alone in our own home, just you and I there will be no game playing then Mother. No fucking. When it is you and I alone together, we will love each other equally and we will make the most beautiful love we possibly can. Nothing will be off limits for me to please you as I want you to know although we may not be able to have a ceremony I do take you to be my one true love and I will cherish you until death us do part. I kissed her again then before she could say anything more.

"You have found the perfect home for us Mother, now all we need to do is go get it and make sure we can keep it. When it's ours Mom, I'll carry you over the threshold and on that night I will take the virginity you have offered to me as the consummation of our love for each other then."

"I know it's not your birthday for another week baby, but since we can't wait and I had planned to tease, torment, and goad you into fucking me on your birthday anyway, would you crawl into my bed now and just hold me for a little while and make love to me?"

I couldn't answer her. A lump had wedged in my throat and I couldn't speak. I rose from the bed and just stripped my clothes away from my body, I was facing away from her but when I got down to just my underwear I lowered them from my hips and she saw that I was hard as a rock. "I have been like this since this afternoon."

"Why didn't you fuck me when I was on that hard assed table if you were so big and hard?" She was asking a question I had already answered but she just didn't realize it. "Believe me baby you had me hot enough I'd of fucked a snake then!"

"Mother, you are truly one fabulously beautiful woman and I will tell you again and again if you want me to that I never want to fuck you except when we are playing games and this afternoon wasn't a game for me I was trying to show you how much I loved you. There just wasn't any way to slide this into you on that hard assed table and not fuck you! I didn't and do not want that most especially our first real time. I want to make love to you like a real lover would. I want to caress you softly." I pulled back the sheet and flipped it to the foot of the bed totally baring my Mother's naked body to my eyes. I lay down and stretched out along side her beautiful body and began to gently caress her arms, breasts, back and hips with my hands as I planted kisses along her neck, ears and mouth.

I took my time being as gentile and loving as I could be, we were in bed together for the very first time. It wasn't our first sexual act together but it was going to be our first incestual act together and I wanted it to be as memorable for her as it would be for me.

I started thinking while I was kissing her. All of the old cliche's. I wasn't going to just fuck my own Mother or some whore from down the street. I was making love to a beautiful willing woman and we were going to engage in intercourse willingly for our first time together. Slowly. Lovingly. Unrushed and uncaring.

I had my lips on her shoulder and was trailing kisses of affection up from there along the ridge leading to her neck. She was cooing and stretching her neck allowing me full access as a woman does for her lover. Now that for me was the one thought that made my cock twitch and get harder than it ever had been. I was my Mothers lover.

Lover. That word made me melt inside and hard as stone outside. I was her lover. I wasn't some boyfriend she was allowing to fuck her after a date. No. This was my Mother showing me all of her passion, all of her desire and willingly choosing me to be the recipient of those fabulous charms. She was herself much as I had watched her vagina flower itself open in anticipation of my caresses, she now was doing the very same thing with her entire body. She was giving me her soul to love and make love to. I could feel her warmth and love radiating out of her body.

I found myself cupping her breasts and pulling gently on the points of her nipples. She was in a constant state of pleasure and was writhing with it wherever our skin touched. It was as if she wanted to absorb me into herself. I felt like a our very beings were merging into one there in that bed. She maneuvered her leg outside of mine and worked her muscles so that my legs were not between hers even though my hips were still to her side. As we kissed and out tongues began the wrestling match of love she used her thigh muscles to bring my body into position over hers. I raised my upper body to my elbows struggling to keep our wrestling match of tongues going all the wile. The kiss broke as she couldn't help herself and giggled at my struggle. "Oh baby, your so sweet."




Millie Ch. 04



"I'm thrilled you think so Mom but I wasn't really thinking sweet thoughts just now." I lied.

"Oh really? And just what were you thinking?" She was using that coy little girl voice she had and it was perfect! She had a huge smile as she held me there looking into my eyes with her sparklers. She pressed her hips up to grind her pelvis against me. Her hot pussy made contact with my straining cock. I almost came on the spot! I growled at her,"Oooohh Mother, you don't want to do that or else the bed will be messy as hell and we won't be able to enjoy this for a little while longer!" I dipped my head down and captured a swaying nipple between my teeth. I bit it a little.

She giggled like a schoolgirl then and said,"Yes! Just like that baby, the same way you did when you were a baby!" Her head went back against the pillows applying pressure as was her shoulders now, arching her back and using every muscle to press her breasts up to me. Allowing me to feast upon the soft flesh of her. She moaned as I bit the nipple harder while closing my lips around the hardened flesh and sucked on it hard too. "Oh, baby! Do it for Mama honey! They're all your's my sweet little baby! All your's!"

As I was busy at her wonderful breasts she too was busy. Her motions to bring her breasts to my easy access and her soothing invitation to enjoy them only served as a slight distraction for my wiley and wise Mother as she also began to work her lower torso slowly, erotically and purposefully to get my hips and more importantly my hard cock in the right position. At first I didn't really realize what she was doing as it all felt exquisite to me. She was hot and willing and responding to every single little movement or touch we had no matter how small. Nothing was insignificant to her. Her pleasure was all I cared about and she obviously felt the same!

She wiggled just once and at that moment I felt it. My cock was pressing at the entrance to her wonderful pussy again. She smiled at me and as I looked into her sparkling eyes of pure love I felt her legs move, stretching out wide as possible and then the slight muscle feel along my sides as her thighs tightened to hold her legs out and open but allow her knees to bent in and bring her feet softly to rest on my upper hips. She cooed. "Oooohhhh Baby! I'm so ready and you know I've never wanted anything as bad as I want you in me. Deep inside me and loving me and feeling me and making me feel you!" She was already shaking her head in little back and forth movements of lust. I could feel the crown of my cock rubbing against the open very wet lips of her pussy.

I wanted her too. I just shifted a little of my weight and allowed the muscles of my thighs to act as my fulcrum to begin the tilt of my hips forward. My cock was already touching her at the opening of her pussy and as it began to force the lips back and open I could feel the heat emanating from that orifice, wet, warm and ready. I just allowed myself to follow the pleasure as my cock eased into her. It felt tight and warm and there really wasn't any term I could think of to describe that feeling. My cock was being swallowed by love. Hot and wet, ragged and gripping, tight and firm totally encompassing love. All consuming. I just let it slide in and keep sliding in until the firm smooth flesh of her mound kissed my pelvis solidly. I kept that touch firmly welded. I felt like we were joined by heaven! No God could possibly make anything sinful from this much pleasure. Our coupling wasn't flesh and sinew, it was love and trust, complete surrender, total adoration and emotional melding of two souls into one. A pleasure that would carried around in our hearts long after this physical act were past!

I was made for this moment and for this woman! I began the slow withdrawal from her hot channel of lust. It was very difficult as her body followed me at just that much slower a pace allowing my to withdraw but at a very slow and sensuous pace. That first one less than half of me came out before I had reached my limit and stopped for the fraction of a second before starting the reverse path back down into the most fabulous depth of love and lust I had ever known.

"Ohhhhh Baby, I wanted this to be your birthday present from me!" She was panting hard and our coupling had an effect on her as it did me well beyond the mere cock enters wet pussy aspect of the act. We were making love to one another. Satisfying our monumental lust for one another, the long denied desires and passions for each other was all being poured into these few moments. Our eyes were locked together as the pace picked up some. It wasn't necessary for us to have a pounding, flesh smashing jack hammer fast fuck. Just the opposite we were each stroking ourselves at a very slow deliberate pace, trying to enjoy and savor both the emotional as well as the physical feelings and pleasures of this. It was total Nirvana!

I felt the deep stirrings in my balls and just tilted my head slightly and she knew. "I will cum with you when you go so please don't hold back!" She wrapped her arms around my back and hugged me to her hard. That was it, all I could take and then there was a white flash in my inner eyes as my brain seized and my body froze. Every single muscle in my body went rigid from the arches of my feet to the hair on the top of my head, it all strained at that moment helping to push the hot boiling liquid of love out of me into the woman I loved.

I do not know how long that lasted. I jerked and spasmed several times and I recall her moaning and crying out as my semen flew into her at the bottom of a stroke. I vaguely remember her fingernails digging into my sides pulling me deeper into her as if that were even possible.

For me it was suddenly over. There were a couple of jerks as her inner muscles milked my member but the all overpowering estatical feeling was passing. I again went to my elbows to try to take my weight off my Mothers small body. She wasn't having any of that and her fingernails told me so immediately so I stopped trying. My Mothers inner walls of that hot pussy were churning still and she was moaning quietly. "Stay still and just "be" in me for a while, please!" I tried to stay hard and it wasn't hard because all I needed to do was think of my beautiful Mother laying below me not wanting my cock to ever slide out of her.

I began to harden again and she giggled,"See! All you need is a little patience!"

"Patience didn't do that Mother, your wonderful lusty body did!" I quipped at her.

She giggled again,"Not bad for an old broad 'eh!"

"Mom, there ain't nothing "old" about you except how you think of yourself!" I kissed her then. She moaned again. I hardened more. She began to hunch against me. I got the idea and rolled us over not losing our contact anywhere. Once on top she really began to move her ass!

"Why Mother!" I acted shocked at her actions,"I had no idea you were such an experienced well educated woman of the world!" I put my hands on her hips and on every down stroke I pulled her in harder.

She was panting from both the passion and the exertion but said, "You... have... no... idea!" She was waving one arm around like a cowgirl on a calf at a rodeo. It was extremely funny and I was being portrayed as the calf!

She settled down again but her hips kept the fast gyrating pace up as she looked into my eyes and turned on those beautiful fireworks she kept hidden behind her eyes saying,"I don't want to stop until neither one of us can move!" I knew what she meant. We didn't. We had started this about 11 or so and we kept it up until 5 am. We made love in every position I knew of and then some. She wore me out! We fell asleep in each others arms spooning in the soaked bed. When we awoke to the alarm neither of us wanted to turn it off, well that wasn't true we wanted to turn the damned thing off but neither of us really had enough energy to do it! Thursday morning.

"We have to get up and get going!" I told her and she groaned.

"Where's that damned George when I could use him?" She chuckled giving me a raised eyebrow look. I got it. She was full and of course it was all mine! That thought made me smile.

"Well I found a place that might work for you and good ol' George, but I'll need to get a couple of kinks worked out before we can set anything up. She started laughing at that. I just gave her the puzzled look and asked,"What'd I say?"

She just waved as she headed for the bathroom and a quick shower saying, "I thought that was George's job!" She looked back at me and added,"Kinks!" Winking at me as she disappeared around the corner. I just got up and chuckled at her sense of humor. I grabbed the clean underwear I had from last night off the floor where I had dropped them and headed down the hall to the kitchen to start the coffee. I waited until it was brewing and decided not to wast time or water and go join my beautiful Mother in the shower.

She squealed as I opened the door and said,"Now, now, we ain't got time for any fooling around now, hell we overslept as it is and we didn't have much sleep to over either!"

"Ha ha Mom! I didn't want you to turn the hot water off and just thought I'd get in when you get out, besides I needed to pee pretty bad and didn't think I could wait too long." I stepped to the toilet and raised the lid and seat, there already was a yellow tint to the water in the toilet so I knew Mom had already gone before getting into the shower. The long strings of mucus and toilet paper confirmed what I already knew, George missed a good meal this morning! I began to stream mine in to join hers. The shower curtain came back and Mother just watched as I pissed. She was starring at my cock spewing the hot yellow liquid. I looked at her and the eyes were going while she watched me piss.

Jeeze Mom you act like you've never seen a guy piss before!" I kept watching her watch me.

"I haven't, well not like this anyway." She said and began to blush fiercely. "I've always wanted to... you know... but I've never actually seen a man urinate before, at least not like this."

My stream tapered off quickly just then and I said, "Well you're in luck because you now know a man that will let you watch anytime you want!" I shook the last drop off and looked at her. She sheepishly looked back as I started in the shower I asked,"Hey Mom, do you know why men have to shake the last drop of piss off their dicks?" She just gave me that puzzled look and said,"No, why?"

I chuckled and said,"Because we can't teach or dicks to snort it back in!"

She took a long swipe at me then,"Oh you!" but she laughed all the same at my little joke. I started thinking, that was the first off color joke I had ever told my Mother.

She was gone by the time I got out of the shower and I had to bust my ass to get off to work myself! There was less in the pot so I knew she had taken some coffee and felt better that I had made it. I got a last cup, turned it off and went out and fired the bike up and closed the garage door. I was off like Jackie Gleason late for a commercial! Work flew by and I was formulating the plan with more details. If I could do things right I wouldn't need to involve anyone else right away, but eventual I knew there would need to be another man. I also realized after I had been at work for a couple of hours I would need to find a girl for me too. Mom had given me a hickey! That wonderful goofy woman had broken her own rule! Shit! Not only that but the "claw" marks were kinda a give away too. Hell all I worked around were men. They all had eyes and they all thought they knew! They knew I had been with a sharp clawed woman that was turned on enough to suck the blood from my skin in passion! It would turn into a problem over time because I had generally let it be known I wasn't seeing any girl right now. The consensus was that I was dating someone new or had picked up with an old girlfriend! Something in my life had changed and all the guy's at work wanted to know her name!

After work I rode out to the shop to see if I could talk to Bob. As usual he was elbow's deep in a bike and busier that a one legged man in a butt kickin' contest! I just hung out and checked out the chrome parts and stuff until he got to a place I knew he was gonna take a break. "Hey Bob!" I discreetly yelled at him,"Got a minute or two I could lay something on ya?"

Rip gave me the evil eye and I knew exactly what he was thinking, he was thinking I wanted Bob to work on my shit outside the shop for cheap! He was wrong of course, this time.

"I got a little problem concerning my Mom's boyfriend and I think I need some of your advice on what I want to do!" I was yelling at Bob, but watching Rip. Rip shrugged and turned back to a customer so I figured that was good enough and the fact was it was close to the truth as I did need Bob's input and I did need advice about what to do about my Mom's boyfriend. The sticky part was not letting Bob know that I was the boyfriend.

"What's up Billy boy?" Bob was in a good mood and that was great for me because it meant he would think things through and I'd get good advise and not be given the bum's rush and short shrifted. Bob was a hell of a guy I was proud to be able to call him a friend. Bob didn't really have many of those, I suppose it was because Bob just didn't friendly up to most people cause he always figured everybody wants something from him and he'd had a belly full before he started working here. I had never talked down to Bob or tried to screw him for that matter. When something went wrong on a bike or anything like that I always took the blame because I knew Bob always did things right and if it was fucked up then I had let it get that way and I just never passed the buck. Bob liked that and rewarded me with his friendship.

We walked out the back door so Bob could light up a smoke. Rip wouldn't allow anyone to smoke inside because of the gas.

"Well I got what I think might be a problem with one of Mom's boyfriends. She likes the guy and they've been going together for a while but he always wants to end up at a motel or something instead of his house and Mom sure as shit don't want his ass at our house 'cause of me!" Bob was just leaned back on an old crate hulk listening in silence, but I knew he was taking it all in. "I'm worried that something bad might happen sometime. Might I said. Nothing bad has ever even been hinted at, but it's just the situation that I don't like."

"So what's going on?" Bob spoke quietly so that his deep voice wouldn't carry into the shop and be overheard.

I laid out a scenario. They date and usually end up at one of the cabins at the Overland. So far all is good and then sometimes I have to go there to pick her up as they argue or disagree about something and I have to go get Mom. Bob just soaks it all in.

The Overland, that the motel with the cabin's in a "U" shape around the place and it's right next door to the "Circle" bar?" he asked.

I nodded. He gave me a hard look and then softened some. "I know the place. Used to sorta hang out in the "Circle" a lot back in the day. Tough joint. So what do you need?"

"Advice?"

"Tough to give a young man advice about his Mother." Bob was looking wistfully now, a blank expression on his face. "You love her?" It was a simple question, not accusing and not really pointed, but, just as matter of fact as it gets when it's quiet and two guys are talking.

Bob had cocked an eye looking me in the eyes. "Yes." I said quietly.

"Then it's easy. Just don't let her go with "him" any more. Tell her you don't want her to do that any more and if need be you will stop it."

Bob was being pretty intuitive. He had it figured out. How? How much did he know? How did he come to know and where had I fucked up? That was an important question because I was suddenly worried that if Bob could figure it out than it must be obvious enough for anyone else to see.

Bob was good. He simply watched my face and read me like a book. He let all of the faces wash, shock, disbelief, puzzlement, and then the scared, worried look before he spoke again.

"Did I ever tell you the story of how I came to be here, in this town?" He started.

"NO, I don't think you've ever said much more than two or three sentences to me at any one time."

"Well it really ain't much of a story and I think I can tell it short. High school, Vietnam, two tours. Changes a man. My tours were from '60 to '63."

I was shocked and it obviously showed.

"I was there as an adviser first, then we went from advising to showing and from showing to leading and it just got all fucked up too quick. I got shot twice. Nothing too bad but it got me out. Then I came home but I wasn't worth a shit. Too much combat. Nerves were shot. My old man slapped my Mom once too many times in front of me and I fucked him up bad. He never walked again. I skated on charges because of the Vietnam shit and from that point no one ever looked at my Mom sideways again, except me. I was or had become her angel."

Bob paused for a moment and just eyed me. "You understand what I'm saying don't you boy?" He hadn't said it in a menacing way bu making sure I understood the double meaning he was attaching to some of these words. I nodded.

"I'll tell you we were the happiest people alive on the face of the earth! For a while. You can't have a life like that for long and keep it under wraps in a city. Too many eyes and way too many do-gooder Sunday schoolers just look for ways to persecute other people."

I was too stupid, too laid back enjoying my easy wonderful life and didn't see the storm brewing. Too late. Mob scene. House, home burned, car destroyed and Mom dead. I was nearly killed myself. Spent more time in the hospital then than I had getting shot to shit by Charlie."

Bob gave me another long hard look, lit a new cigarette and asked,"So now you know, and you're aware that I might be at least a little in tune to what is going on around here." He just kept eye contact with me, watching me to make sure I was understanding him. "So now we got the story straight, you want to tell me what's really happening?"

"Bob, a secret is only a secret as long as only ONE person knows." I paused and gave him my hard look. Didn't phase him at all so I just went on,"It's hard to let this little story out to anyone, but if I am going to get any help and advise from someone, especially you, you have a right to know what you might be getting into."

I quietly as I could laid the story out for Bob. I toned down some of the control scenes Mom and I had had and a little of the other stuff, but basically laid it all out there for him. Mom and I were having incest. We were in love. We had an opportunity of a lifetime for some privacy and wanted it badly. Kinky George and his part in the play. Basically my plan to get from here to there using George as little as possible.

Rip yelled at Bob loudly from the front of the shop,"You want to get your ass in and finish this thing up, it's promised for today and the customer's waitin'!"

Bob scoffed, chuckled and said, "Customer my ass, that motherfucker tried to change the fucking carb himself and fucked it up, then tried to say I did it, and then has the balls to bring it in expecting ME to fix it for his ass quickly and quietly so he can go around telling everybody what a hot shit he is doing carb swaps himself!"

I just stepped back cause I knew Bob needed to get back to it. I still didn't know what Bob thought or if he would help me out with my little plan.

He smiled that little crooked smile he got on his face, his "Fuck You!" smile and said, "I gotta go button up shithead's air-cleaner for his arrogant ass, so how about you go to the "Circle" and wait for me there and I'll be along after a bit."

"I'm only 19 Bob, they won't let my ass anywhere near there!" I knew the legal drinking age was 21 and so did Bob!




Millie Ch. 04



"Oh, Jesus Christ, you are so fucking stupid!" My mouth was wide open and they just barely outdid my eyes!

"What!" I asked!

"Why you dumb shit, they started serving burgers and fries there last month, so... "

I got it immediately! "That makes it a "restaurant!"

"Bingo! Give the boy a maned size serving and turn him loose! Which reminds me about the cases of beer you got me before, you know you're gonna have to tell me how you did that!"

I laughed and nodded,"But later at the "Circle" if you don't mind!"

I left right away and went straight to the bar. It might serve food now but to me it was still a bar! But the burger and fries thing was genius as it then became a restaurant and could then allow minors inside as long as they ordered food and did not have alcohol on their table. Young girls and rowdy bikers!

As I parked in front of the bar I had noticed a familiar face at the motel office I thought, but after parking the bike and making sure the kickstand was on solid ground and wouldn't sink and let the bike fall over, she was gone. I knew that young woman. Who was it?

I went in and ordered, burger and fries!

I was sitting at a table near the door and angled so that the front of the motel was visible. I was watching for the familiar face but it never reappeared. Bob rode up shortly and joined me. He didn't eat a burger and fries though, he had a Bud. The cute waitress served him his beer but put it on the table behind ours. I ate and he drank. "Your Mother's a good looking woman." Bob offered after a bit. It wasn't said in a tone of admiration or meant to aggravate me at all, it was a mere flat statement from Bob acknowledging my attraction to my Mother.

"Well, it has it's good side Bob and it has a bad side too." I added.

Bob snorted, almost chuckled,"Yeah, I bet it does!"

"I would feel the same no matter what, she's always been beautiful to me and I don't care what other men think, not even you, Bob."

Bob sobered his look at that and offered,"I know just exactly what you mean buddy."

Bob and I talked about the plan a little more and he agreed that my plan would probably be the best all things considered.

We talked about the rooms or cabins and decided that one of the three closest to the bar would be best as it gave the opportunity to come or go from the cabin to or from the bar with little problem and if the bar were at all busy there would be little notice at all.

"I miss mine all the time." Bob said as we were finishing up. I felt sorry for him then.

"Bob, there ain't nothing you can do now and whatever happened. It's done. I wish I had a way to make it better but I just flat don't."

We were outside as it was a really nice evening. The bar had a couple of tables set up outside and we sauntered out to sit at one when we had gotten to the plan. "All right, now tell me about the cases!" Bob was dying to hear about how I could buy him beer! I almost laughed at him but knew that wouldn't go over too well.

"It's really simple, I got this friend that works at a liquor store and when he's working I can call him and tell him what I want and he goes out back and puts what I want into the trunk of his car, which I happen to have a spare key for and... "

"Okay, okay! I got the picture, but how do you pay him?" Bob was curious as to how it worked as well.

"When I get there I park around back, make the switch from his trunk to my trunk, then just walk around into the store and buy a coke or a candy bar but I give him a 20 and he just keeps the change. Simple." I was smiling and Bob was too.

We heard a door slam and looked across the empty lot and there was the mystery girl again only this time I recognized her. Recognized her my ass, hell I had dated her in my sophomore year! It was Pam! Pamela Ann Jackson. She still looked great too. The main reason I liked Pam was that she looked so much like my Mother. Mother if you caught her in just the right light and were looking at her in just the right way sorta kinda looked like Natalie Wood. Pam looked a lot more like Natalie than Mom did but that's what first attracted me to her. I didn't know she worked at this motel though. Could turn out to be a problem. Bob noticed my interest in the girl and raised his eyebrows. "Know her?"

I nodded. "From school, I dated her a couple of times but she told me her Dad wasn't happy with her dating me so we stopped and then I went to working all the time and just never had the time to try to get back together." I was watching her take the garbage out to the big dumpster in the back. Bob watched her for a minute or two and then started watching me just as he had out behind the shop this afternoon.

"Her Dad huh!" Bob said stoically and I nodded.

When I looked back at Bob he had that far away look on his face and said, "You sure can pick 'em boy!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I was curious now.

Bob just nodded toward Pam and said, "I wonder if she's still with him?"

"Who?" I asked dumbly.

"Him!" Bob extorted, "Him! Her Father you dumb ass!" Bob chuckled and I blushed and jerked my head around to look at Pam.

"You're kidding right!" I was unbelieving of Bob's intuitiveness. It just couldn't be true!

"Well I might be wrong, but just judging from her looks and the way she acts and dresses in this day and age, she's got or had something going on she's hiding." Bob was talking so low it was almost like it was a mumble. I had heard it though, I was just having trouble believing it. Bob looked up at me and sputtered,"What's the matter dumb ass, you think in all the world your the ONLY one, or that daughter's can't get get caught up in the same thing?" He openly laughed out loud at me. Pam looked in our direction and saw me and Bob and Bob laughing and pointing at me. Her face reddened as she looked. Then Bob did something pretty amazing, he spoke 6 words that brought pride to me and restored Pam's ego which I understood to be hurt as she probably thought we we talking about her, as he said loudly again,"You dated that good looking girl!" and pointed again at me and laughed loudly.

Pam now got the impression that I was being ridiculed for telling Bob that I had once had a date with her, and that Bob thought she was much too pretty to have ever gone out with me. It was perfect and what was better was that it worked perfectly! Pam looked right at me and waved happily as she opened the door to the office and disappeared!

"Thanks Bob, I owe you!" I spoke as quietly as I could. I meant it, and Bob liked having me in his debt!

"I've got to get going Bob, I need to get home as I had a long night last night and I need to get to bed early tonight!"

Bob laughed out loud even louder and said as loud as he ever does,"She's way to good looking for a skinny slob like you!" and just waved me off. I knew he had meant my Mother but had said it so that Pam would hear if she were listening. Bob was quite the character and I was liking him more and more as time passed.

As we got on our bikes, Bob said,"I think I've got a real solution for you that might work, if you're careful."

"What's that Bob?" I asked.

"Let him and your Mom come here early, get set, go out to diner maybe and come back later. When they are alone she could tell him that if he wants "fresh" then she will have her lover do it right there in front of him, if."

"If. If what?" I was curious to know how that was going to work for us!

"If she can blindfold him and tie him to a chair, then her lover will come to the room and fuck her right there. Fresh. You go after she blinks the lights twice and leave before he is untied. Just walk there and walk back here. She can use any of the cars,trucks or bikes coming and going for the lover's vehicle. That way you have the fewest people involved.

I smiled at him, nodded and rode away home to discuss it with Mom.



Millie Ch. 05



My Mother and I were entering into our incestial relationship very slowly. We weren't banging away at each other at the drop of every hat. I like to think that we had enough common sense in ourselves to be really cautious. It would be just too damned easy for us to start carrying on like newlyweds and then all it would take is for someone to see us, or for someone to hear an inappropriate slip from either one of us and BOOM!

No, we had to be cautious. It wasn't that we didn't necessarily want to jump each others bones at every opportunity, we did. But our common sense won out.

If we could get the ranch, our entire lives would change or could change a great deal we hoped. Mother and I were as much in love as any young couple could be. If we had been unrelated and able we would have been the most common couple in love anyone had ever encountered, but we weren't.

When I got the bike put away and got into the kitchen, Mom had dinner ready and I had news. I told her about the meeting with Bob and about what he had told me about him and his mother. I also told her about Bob's suspicion of Pam and her dad. Her eyebrows raised at that suggestion but she said nothing. Then I got right to the real heart of our discussion.

"Bob suggested something that just might work out for us Mom, it's something that doesn't take any other people besides you and I to fool George!" I was kind of excited to get to this part to see what she thought of the idea.

"What's his idea?" Mom's eyebrows shot up and I could see the interest on her face.

"Well he suggested you and George get a room at the back early, maybe in the afternoon so that you two could come and go to and from it several times." I was trying to lay out the whole plan to her.

"That's probably a good idea." Mom agreed.

"Then in the evening after it gets dark enough, you need to explain to George that the only way for you to be able to let him have you with a freshly fucked pussy is for your lover to come there to the motel room and fuck you right there!" When I got to this point Mom's eyes flew open and she went pale and shook her head no!

"We can't let that asshole see us fuck! He'd freak out and we'd be fucked for sure!" Mom almost yelled at me in her excitement to quash this idea.

"Calm down and let me finish cause Bob had that figured out before he told me the idea! You're just jumping the gun here!" I was trying to calm her fears.

"It better get a lot better from here then, cause letting other people see us have intercourse isn't going to work out for either one of us Son!" she was still frightened and it showed.

"Look, Bob suggested that you get George to agree to be blindfolded before anything else happens. Then I can come to the room and we could... you know, make it fresh for George." I wasn't looking at her when I said this last little piece because I was embarrassed. She took it all in and sat there silently thinking what I had said over.

She looked at me and I couldn't help myself,"Bob also told me that if I loved you, not to let you see George at all."

Her face brightened some at that,but then the frown returned as the thought of losing the ranch came to mind.

"If this oral sex thing were something I "wanted" it would be different. Bob is right, I don't want anyone controlling me except the one I love and that's you honey!" she said this with some authority, then, "If we have to do this, then I need to have control. We need to figure out how to do it so I can be in control."

"Well we still have a little time before anything has to be done Mom." I was thinking. Bob was right of course but I didn't see any other way to get the ranch. There had to be a way to do this and not need George. The final meeting was set for Thursday and it was a week away.

Mom was sitting there thinking about it all and I was sitting here looking at her and my thoughts went directly to her. She was dressed for bed already! I just noticed the silky teal lace top she had on under the flannel pajama top.

"Nice cleavage!" I quipped at her over the tabletop. She glanced up at me without moving her head. If she'd had glasses on she would be looking at me over the rims! I waggled my eyebrows and nodded at her tits.

She smiled at me wryly. "I dressed like this hoping we might have an early night tonight."

"Were you trying to surprise me?" I queried.

"No, not really, just make you happy." Mom replied.

"Mom you make me happy just being yourself. Hot, sexy and beautiful." I was sincere.

"I'm scared you'll start thinking I'm kinky like George!" Mom said.

"You know better than that Mom! I'm no judge of what's kinky and what's not and certainly no judge of you!" I was hurt that she had even thought I might think that way.

"I'm sorry son, I'm just not thinking very clearly right now."

I reached down and cupped her right breast and fondled her as I said,"Oooooohh, then let's go to bed now Mother!"

She giggled and nodded and off we went.

When we got to the bed I stopped her and sat on the bed myself but told her,"Oh no, I want the whole show, the show you were going to give me earlier."

She stripped off the flannel pants and I couldn't see nothing but her wonderful legs sticking out of the flannel top and just a hint of teal at the "V" of the shirt where it was joined.

One button at a time. Teal lace and more lace and then finally off the flannel fell to the floor and there she stood before me in a short little teddy. No bra, no panties, only thin little spaghetti straps and hard nipples were holding the slinky material up it seemed. Round, firm ass and legs that went from her ass all the way to the floor!

I grinned and she stepped up to me pressing the silky garment into my face with her ravishing tits and those pointy nipples. I closed around the left one and bit slightly. She moaned in pleasure. We were getting in sync with each other. I lay back and she simply came with me laying her beautiful body along mine. We started kissing. Slow easy kissing.

She was really pressing the points into me though as she knew what turned me on and her hard nipples did it quick! I slid my hands from her bare hips up until I had the teddy bunched at her armpits and just growled at her. She extended her arms allowing me to slide it up and off.

"I like that." I said as I started kissing her shoulder, neck and upper chest just above her breasts.

"No, you like these!" she was shimmying her tits in my face, and she was right!

I clamped on her left nipple again but without the silky material in the way I had a good wet seal of my mouth around the areola and could suck nice and hard. She hissed in pleasure at the pressure I exerted on her hard nipple. I switched shortly to the other one and repeated the procedure.

Mom was slowly working her lower body up mine so that she was on my shaft with her bare pussy and rubbing in a back and forth motion. I could feel the juices from her excitement running down my scrotum.

"Ooooooohhh Mom! I thought the guy was supposed to get excited and the woman was supposed to lay back and be cool. You're being pretty aggressive tonight!" I had just broken the suction of her breast and she was moving up the bed on me. Her knees were astride my body and she was doing a slow knee crawl up.

It was erotic the way she was doing it. "This is what I need to be able to do to George." Her eyes were glazed slightly now that I looked and she was zoned out imagining how it might go.

I just settled in and kept my hands at my sides. I was trying to let her go in the daydream and see what or where it would take her. She kept coming up my body slowly. I could actually feel he labial lips of her open wet pussy drag along my skin as she was forced to spread her legs wider to get traction on the bed to be able to crawl up to my face. I wanted her to. I wanted that sweet pussy on my lips and the taste of her in my mouth. I could tell that this time it would be different though. She would control everything.

Her hands reached out for my head and pulled and lifted my head up at an angle so that as she scooted her ass forward on my chest her pussy was aligned with my mouth. In this way she had me, I could neither turn away nor avoid her oncoming pussy. It was open, wet and smelled wonderful! My chin was against my breastbone and I had to exert a lot of pressure to open my mouth as her wetness pressed against me. She made one more scoot forward and it was done. My mouth was sealed against her open pussy and I started to lick her for all I was worth.

She pulled my hair forcing me to follow with her as she rocked her body back using my upper chest as a pivot point and because she held my head firmly in place I didn't have much choice. My head and neck seemed stretched to keep the seal of mouth to pussy as she rocked back and forth slowly moaning. I felt her legs tense and then a slight shudder in her ass on my chest as her thighs tightened on my head too and then she squirted into my mouth that sweet nectar of hers. She moaned and shuddered through a hard orgasm. My mouth was sealed hard and fast to her open lips and wet pussy I was breathing through my nose like a fighter in the middle of a bout.

I was swallowing in self defense to keep from drowning in her output of tasty liquid. In my mind I knew I couldn't actually drown but what I did not want at this point was to choke and break the spell before she got through the little dream.

The pressure on my head relaxed and she was looking down between her tits at me and my eyes were fixed on hers. She was smiling at me. I was grinning at her and waggled my eyebrows! She giggled like she always does when she is very happy.

"That's what I want." Was all she said then.

"You need a good solid way to blindfold him and we need to figure out a way to immobilize his hands then." I said thinking out loud.

"Did you enjoy that? Was it too rough for you?" she was asking with true concern in her voice now.

"I was totally into what you wanted me to do. You could have exerted more force with your hips, but I don't think it would help. I was able to breath through my nose and I had my mouth sealed against your pussy. I think I got it all. Was it good for you baby?" I was just as curious as she was. She merely smiled and softly said,"That's one of the things I love about you Son is that you never worry about yourself but always worry about me."

We were just laying in the bed cuddling and talking. Clearly a plan had now become our plan. We fell asleep like that as we were still worn out from the night before.

Friday morning's alarm went off and neither of us had moved during the night. We must have both been exhausted because our sleep had been so completely restful. I felt like a million dollars and Mom looked like a million dollars! I teased her about her good looks in the mornings and she giggled and headed to the shower. I headed to the kitchen to make the coffee.

When Mom came in the kitchen in search of a cup of coffee, I was still there drinking and thinking.

"You'd better get your ass moving mister or else you'll be late for work! It's only Friday and you're not off today!" she admonished me.

Damn she looked good just out of the shower. Hair wet and wrapped in just a towel! I gave her a quick kiss on her lips and went straight to the shower.

She met me at the door when I got out. I was still a little wet as I hadn't taken a towel in with me and she had used the one bath towel that was in there. "Damn you look really good all wet and clean!" she was admiring me.

"Funny I was thinking the exact same thing of you earlier when you came into the kitchen Mom!" she was dressed now and had on her make-up, which was lipstick, blotted on a tissue and then the blot was used on each cheek and rubbed around as rouge for her cheeks. She was a pretty woman and make-up really was a waste on her.

"Could we, you and I, meet with Sammy tomorrow sometime?" I asked.

"Well, I could probably set something up, but I don't know why when we are supposed to have the swap meeting on Thursday anyway. What did you want to meet with him about Son?" she was heading for the door to leave for work and I was trying to pull up my Levi's as I hopped down the hall after her, one leg in and one still out. I was trying to dress, walk, talk and follow all at the same time and she was having fun making me work at it!

"I've kind of got an idea that I think Sammy might go along with, but I think I need to get together with him before the Thursday meeting to tell him." I finally had the Levi's on and buttoned. I was sliding my t-shirt on as she answered,"I'll talk to him today and let you know this evening, okay honey?"

"Okay, baby! I gave her another kiss in the garage before she could get into her car. I raised the door and she backed out into the street, waved and was gone. I rolled the bike out and closed the door and sat on the front porch putting on socks and my boots. Then fired up the bike and went to work.

I'd had the nagging in my head since my first conversation with Bob and it hadn't gone away. Although I had discussed what to do with George both with Mom and Bob I just wasn't happy. Too many loose ends and too many things to go wrong. It needed to be an easier solution. I had thought it through and decided things might go one of three ways, but I didn't know which of the three it would be. Too many players, too many variables and a lot of risk no matter what. I never liked risk, I always liked a sure thing instead.

Dammit! Things had gotten really complicated in a really big hurry and I sure as hell was unprepared for it. Normally, for me anyway I usually thought things through and made up my mind how I would approach solving any problem I had. This was different, because now I wasn't just dealing with my own ass, Mom was involved. I guess the plane she laid on me for George helping us out a lot with the property swap was something that I didn't like but had gone along with because it seemed to be what Mom wanted. I was wrong about that I was sure now.

Also all the planning we had done so far was really crappy. I hated it. Nothing was practiced and we really didn't have much time to work out better logistics or make plans to do anything much different. It was too much too soon for my taste and I hated that as well.

I might not be able to do much, being a 19 year old, but I was bound and determined to try. Fuck George! He wasn't ever going to put his hands or his mouth on my Mother while I was still breathing. Bob was right about that and I understood now exactly what he was trying to tell me that day we first talked.

I knew Bob was my friend too. Sometimes you can go through life and have a lot of people you think are your friends but when the chips are down they're never around, and then you can meet that one, the one that's always there no matter the odds or the problem. That's a friend. Bob was my friend for what ever reason he had latched onto me and I knew we were friends.

I had though everything through and there was a lot of uncertainty, but I knew in my heart I had to heed Bob's first bit of advice. That much I was sure of. The rest would need to work itself out around us.

Work went by fairly fast and I was home before Mom. I got out some steaks from the freezer and set them out to thaw. Peeled potatoes and set them to boiling. I had the dinner pretty much ready by the time she got home. I heard her drive up and I ran out to open the garage door for her so she could drive right in. She was tired and I could see it in her demeanor as she got out. I gave her a nice kiss and told her about the little dinner I almost had ready. She was pleased of course, especially when I told her to go change and get comfortable because it was Friday night ans we didn't need to be up early in the morning!

While she changed into a pair of sweat shorts and a t-shirt and washed, I finished mashing the taters and took the steaks out of the frying pan so I could add the flour and milk, salt and pepper for the gravy! I opened a can of peas and dumped the contents into a bowl and got our salads out of the fridge. We were ready to eat!

I also had a couple of glasses and a bottle of Mateuse for us. Mom looked proud and that made the effort well worth it!

We ate and joked around some and the meeting with Sammy didn't come up. I didn't raise the subject figuring that either Mom hadn't had the opportunity to ask or he had turned her down when she had, either way didn't make much difference to me as I also figured I would take a little ride out to the cleaners tomorrow and see him anyway on my own.

We both must have been hungry as the little meal went quick and there wasn't much left on anything that needed washing, at least it didn't look like it to me! I let Mom sit and drink an extra glass of iced tea while I piled the dishes in the sink and then I joined her at the table.

"Mom, I have been giving our little situation a lot of thought and I have come to a conclusion." I wanted to get this out of the way early so we could enjoy our night together.

Mom's mood went completely serious, and she followed with,"I talked to Sammy today and he suggested you come out to the store in the morning about 10 and he'd take a little time out to talk to you then if you want."

"I want, but I need to tell you something first." I added.

"All right Son." Was all she said and hung her head slightly looking down at her glass.

I started right in,"You're not going to ever allow George or any other son-of-a-bitch to touch you in any way, not as long as we're together!" Her head jerked up and she gave me a surprised look!

"I couldn't, can't, stand it!" I reached across the table and gently grasped her hand in mine as I went on,"I love you too much Mother and it would kill me to know you were letting some other asshole enjoy your body, even if I know you're trying to make the sacrifice for our future."

Her eyes said everything I needed to know just then.

"I have tried and tried to make myself believe that it would be okay, but it's eating me up inside and I just can't let you do it no matter what. I don't care about anything but you! If the only way for us to have a private life is to let some other asshole touch you then I might just as well call the police and turn myself in right now because I can't live with that." I was trying to make her see that it was me that was ruining the opportunity and I didn't want her to feel any guilt over it. It was me.

She was beaming at me and nearly shouted out,"I didn't want to do it either, I mean when he suggested it and made it sound like it might be the only way we could do the property swap I thought I could go through with it just once, but I really loathed George and honestly it made my skin crawl just thinking about his mouth on me anywhere!"

"I know." I found myself hugging her and didn't even realize I had moved around the table but there we were standing and hugging with me rubbing my hands up and down her back reassuringly.

"I thought I could stand it too, Mom, but the closer we got to doing it the worse I felt about you thinking you had to do it for us. I never want you to feel you need to do anything even remotely like that for us. There is always another way to handle things."

I turned her face to mine and kissed her lips tenderly. I looked into her sparkling eyes and could see the love deep within those two pools. As my mouth again closed on hers, I remember thinking that if I wee to ever drown those were the very pools I wanted to fall into to do it!

I scooped her up in my arms and carried her back to my bedroom. It surprised her that I chose my bedroom because her's was so much larger as it was the master bedroom and much larger. I walked straight to the bed and when my knees touched it I just raised my right knee and crawled onto the bed on my knees laying Mother back on the pillows. She was gorgeous laying there. I had long fantasized about having a girl, woman, on my bed in just this position, hair spread across my pillow and looking into my eyes with wanton desire and lust.




Millie Ch. 05



My thoughts stopped for a second or two as I reconsidered those last few thoughts. She was looking at me in a wanton lustful way. My Mother ws here, on my bed and she wanted whatever I wanted.

My cock grew hard as quickly as it ever had in all my years. That thought alone made me grow hard and at the same time caused a nearly simultaneous ejaculation and I wasn't surprised in the least!

I allowed my hands to grasp her shorts and tug downward to remove them. Her hips rose to aid me but her head didn't move from the pillow or shake much at all as she wiggled to help me get them off her legs. Her eyes were locked onto mine like radar tracking a target and she was focused on it. I dropped the shorts and slowly leaned forward so as to allow my hands to slide up her wonderfully firm legs. Calves, knees, smooth taught skin of those luscious thighs, well rounded and equally firm hips. I had a thought of palming her ass cheeks and giving them a going over but thought better of it and continued upward allowing the t-shirt to billow over the top of my hands as it slid up with them.

When my hands came into contact with her breasts she realized that I was going to be sidetracked and took over the t-shirt removal herself. Her arms crossed each other in front grasping the shirt tail and rising to their full extension slide the shirt up and over her head. She flicked it off to the side and her eyes were into my soul as soon as they connected with mine,"I love you very much baby." she had said it so softly it was almost a whisper.

I had captured each of her firm globes in a hand and was milking the flesh outward slowly trapping the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers as I felt them. I was squeezing them firmly but not painfully. I was teasing her as she liked. I lowered my head and bit the right one although it wasn't really a bite but more of a nip. She growled and giggled and her hands came up to cup my ears firmly holding my face to her breasts.

I feasted a few more minutes on each globe as she cooed and moaned but then she rolled us over so that she was on top and while feeding me those hardened nipples, worked her way around and when the contact was broken she was kissing her way down my body as her hands unfastened my Levi's. I wiggled and raised my hips and she slid them toward my upper thighs but not off. I felt her hot breath on the crown of my cock and realized I was in for another long night with my beautiful Mother only this time she was going to set the pace and run the show!

Her knees wee on each side of my head but still touching my ears as she hadn't yet spread them in anticipation of my desire to taste her. She was busy concentrating on the tease and pleasure of my cock and balls. Her hands had left the jeans and were now firmly entrenched in my crotch, one set of soft fingers wrapped around the base of my cock lifting it to her warm mouth and the other set of fingers cupping and rolling my testicles in a rhythm very familiar to me.

She was totally into her zone of pleasing me, that was her desire and indeed all of her womanly charms were dedicated to my pleasure. She was truly a master of the fine art of oral sex! Her lips encircled the crown of my cock and I instantly felt her tongue swirl around the smooth skin and try to enter the small hole. She was just wetting the head for my pleasure and it felt like I would go off right then. I think just the very thought of my Mothers lips wrapping themselves around the bare head of my cock was so vivid in my mind that I was nearly done as just the feelings of it brought on the vivid color picture in my head! Hell it was almost like watching a XXX rated film of her sucking me off and I nearly shot as soon as my brain said it was actually happening and not just a dream!

Her tongue swirled again and I hunched into her face involuntarily as she sucked the tender skin of the crown. I was going to cum! I felt it start in my toes and shoot up until it impacted with my spine and then it ricocheted off and up the tube of flesh to the tip of my cock. I barely had the time to moan out a single word of warning,"Cumming!" Then every single fiber of my being tensed and pulsed as it spewed forth into that hot cavern occupied by the warm wet snake that swirled around me. My head rocked back and I went rigid with the most pleasurable exercise a man can endure!

My hips jerked once, twice and then settled into a slow pumping of her mouth. I didn't, couldn't open my young eyes to see, but I knew she didn't allow a single drop to escape her, she was taking everything I had from me and wasn't going to allow any to go to waste! She never allowed my cock to slip from the firm grasp of her lips. If she was holding my cock at the base with her hand I sure as hell never felt it, no, it was those lips and the suction of her hot mouth that held me. I was lost in another world of pleasure and amazed that she could have brought that sensation on in such a short time! Holly shit!

I calmed a little but her ministrations of me never stopped. She was moaning now and the vibrations were coming right from her throat and following her tongue up, out, and all along my waiting and willing cock. My slow pumping into and out of her moist cavern didn't stop either although as I was able to get the raw sensitive feelings at the rim of my cockhead under control they did slow to a snails pace.

"Oh my God, Mother that was so fabulous! I'm sorry for cumming so quick, but you've had me keyed up since this morning, well last night actually, and I just couldn't hold off any longer!" I rambled as my body relaxed from it's wrestling match with itself. I raised my head using all the strength I had and kissed her on the lips.

She jerked and a huge moan escaped her lips as I did. "You too Mother?" I asked. I felt my cock firmly flexed as her head nodded in ascension to my question. She wasn't going to take my cock out of her mouth, not even to answer my pleasurable little inquiry! Now I chuckled, couldn't help myself, I loved her with everything I knew, body, mind and soul. I knew then that she was my soul mate and we were intended to be lovers. We synced so well!

The suction had started again and now she was moving up and down on the shaft as she pulsed as she swirled her tongue. God almighty it felt good!

I pulled my arms up as high as her legs would allow and hooking my thumbs behind her knees I pressed them forward slightly. Her ass and most importantly her pussy lowered toward my face as she was forced to arch her back and at the same time take most all of my cock into her mouth.

My hands came back and slid up the backside of her thighs to cup those wonderful firm buns of her ass. I cupped them and pulled bringing her lower to my face and burying it in the lovely wet slit.

Mom moaned around my dick and I felt the vibrations on my toenails! I was doing all I could to please her with my mouth as I was also trying my very best not to climax again in such short order! My nose was very close to her wrinkled star and I couldn't smell anything bad about it, in fact it was having just the opposite effect on me as I was getting even more turned on as I looked at it. Man, what a beautiful woman!

I knew that I would have a horrible struggle to try to keep from cumming before I could bring her off. 

Pride.

I was a man and I did not want my Mother thinking I couldn't control myself or that I had a short fuse and would go off at the mere touch of her, although she did have a way with her tongue and mouth. I needed to get her close to climax myself. I knew just what to do too.

I forced my head upwards just that little bit more so that my mouth could encircle her hard clit. I sucked hard on the hood and drew it out while stabbing at it with my tongue. Two could play at that tongue game and I wanted to make sure she knew I was playing!

We were both moaning and groaning in our pleasures and trying to out do one another in causing the other pleasure. It was a duel alright to see who could knock the other over the edge of total climax and I was determined to win.

I relinquished my hold on her clit as it was at the very edge of my reach and each jerk of her body would drag it down my chin and cause me to have to redouble my efforts to stretch my neck just to make contact again. Instead I brought up my hand and inserted the first two fingers deep into my Mom's hot pussy and shoved them in until my thumb made contact and I could flex it sideways across her little hard nub of a clit. Now I could thrust and rub and stay with any motion her cute little ass could perform. She was flowing her sweet nectar in a continuous stream and my thumb was lubed like a cam rolling over a valve stem. I had her on the very edge of going over pretty quickly.

Her ass was bobbing up and down and her hips were swaying to and fro like a prize fighter. All she needed was to let herself go and it would be a fabulous orgasm. I knew she too was fighting to stay as long as she could as her mouth had tightened and the vibration from her constant moans only variated with the deepness of her tone. It was almost like she was playing an instrument and I was it!

I flattened my tongue and started at the joint of my fingers in her pussy and licked upward until it passed her anus. There was a jolt of her body! Not just a quick jerk, but a complete jolt of her entire body from head to toe! Then the real fireworks started, her knees slid back slightly with the jolt and then settled beside my head, but kept sliding rearward as her hips seemed to spasm, I could feel her pussy clutch my fingers hard and then relax in a pulsing manner and her breath seemed to leave her in one long loud hiss. Her nipples were drilling into my abdomen like lawn darts in thick grass. Since her body had shifted rearwards I again stretched and used my lips to seal around that little protruding clit and as soon as I did she had another complete jolt of her body, I reattached my lips and began to suck, hard.

She almost screamed but I don't think she had any air left in her lungs to complete it. Her body began to shudder and shake like an out of balance washing machine. I was amazed at just how hard the movements were! Her pussy was still pulsing and began to flow again and as the fluid ran out it began to drip onto my nose and eyes. I had to close my eyes to keep the liquid from getting in.

In my idiot brain I started thinking how funny this was. I was making my Mother cum and she was giving me a facial and I was amused! I did have to use my free thumb to wipe my eyelids clear though, just for safety sake.

I watched as my Mother went through the phases of her climax and after effects. I couldn't resist kissing the lips of her pussy as she relaxed. She moaned and rolled off me to the side. I quickly reversed my position on the bed and gathered her up into my arms. She was still panting but I wanted to kiss her so badly. I kissed her lips and moved to her ears and down to her smooth skinned neck and shoulders.

We held each other a few minutes and just cuddled.

"I've never cum so hard in my life!" she gasped and held me to her.

Her thighs opened and welcomed me into her as she rolled onto her back holding me. I steadied my self on my elbows relieving the weight of my body from her still gasping frame. I used my hands to brush away the hairs from her sweaty face and kissed her now more passionately than I had during her climax. That had been a tender kiss, but now I knew she wanted more, more love, more sex and most of all more me!

"Oh, Mother, I love the feeling of sinking into you. You're so hot and wet and have that silky tightness. I want the feeling to last forever!"

Yes, baby, I love feeling your manhood filling me, I feel empty when you're not in me!"

My arms were around her and I was hugging her prone body now as my hips moved oh so slowly. We weren't jamming ourselves together as much as molding every available surface of our skin was trying to attach to each other. We were looking into one another's eyes as were made love and it was wonderful. I wanted to go slow as I was still quite close because of the fabulous blow job I had endured from the beautiful mouth I was now kissing as my cock became enveloped in her. It was bliss!

I didn't last but a very few strokes and groaned as my white lava flowed out and spewed through me and into her. She hugged me even tighter and just moaned with me in pleasure of receiving my offering. We continued our coupling, kissing and hugging until I simply shrank and involuntarily slipped out.

I kissed her forehead, nose and lips and then just settled in and fell asleep. The sleep was peaceful and seemed to be only a few restful seconds until my eyes fluttered open. I looked around at my Mother's beautiful body. I realized how often I thought of Mother as beautiful. Then I began to cycle through other words that could describe her, hot, good looking, smoldering? I tried to think of others but beautiful was the one. I wondered how many times a day I thought that word about my Mother?

I slid out of bed carefully so as not to wake her and just looked at her for a few minutes while I dressed. She truly was beautiful. Her hair was shiny, her facial complexion was smooth, high cheekbones and small nose, she had breasts that most twenty year olds would die for and a flat tummy with rounded hips and a firm ass that led downward to still glamorous legs and small feet with cute toes.

I was marveling at her when her eyes fluttered open just as mine had a few minutes before.

"You're up already?" she asked.

"Yeah." I said almost whispering.

"You headed out to see Sammy?" she was trying to wake but wasn't having a lot of success as the last few short nights and long days were taking their toll.

"Yeah, baby, I won't be gone too long so you just close your pretty little eyes and rest until I get back."

"Mmmmm." she was already slipping back into dreamland.

Sammy.

Yes I was going to see Sammy and hoped he was going to be in a good mood, because we really needed to do some business.



Millie Ch. 06



The early morning ride was really nice. Riding the big brute really clears out my cobwebs and allows me to think things through more clearly. I don't know why but it just does.

I was glad Mom accepted that George was out. No argument at all on that and I was glad about that. She was my girl now and had already accepted my dominance in our relationship.

I wanted her to be mine, all mine and no one Else's. But I also knew we had crossed the imaginary line of incest now, twice, and it was going to be crossed a lot more times in the future because I knew I could never give up sliding into her hot depth and enjoying the feel of her body, the caress of her arms about me as we joined and the sights and sounds my Mother made that no other woman had made when I was with her.

I also knew we had only scratched the surface of our sexual appetites and arousals. We were only at the beginner's stage, well at least I was, and I also knew my Mother was the one woman that could share everything with me.

Everything. That's a huge word taken in a sexual offering. No boundaries, nothing off limits, no taboo's. I chuckled at that thought because Mother and I had just busted one of the biggest taboo's!

I swung the big bike off the freeway and down the ramp to the stoplight. It changed to green just as I got to the intersection but I slowed nearly to a stop and good thing I did as a big Buick Electra 225 blew right through the light and if I had done what the light said I'd probably be dead now! I gave him the finger and pulled out right behind him. I saw him hold up both hands in an indication he knew what he had done, but couldn't help it. Then I saw her raise her head and look back at me! He put his right hand behind her head and it disappeared back into his lap!

I chuckled again and flashed him a thumbs up, and then another finger! He knew what I meant! He was lucky I wasn't driving a semi and I was lucky I was biker cautious!

I started humming, "Staying Alive" the Bee Gees tune.

I pulled into the cleaners parking lot and parked right in front on the sidewalk, hung the helmet on the bars and slid in through the glass door even though it still had the "CLOSED" sign up.

The little alarm bell positioned over the door rang my presence out and I saw Sammy's little head pop up behind the clothes rack. He nodded and waved me back. It was early and nice outside outside, but already hotter than hell in here!

"I work, we talk, all good, yes?" Sammy asked.

"Yeah, I guess so." I answered.

"What wrong? Deal not be good for Millie and you?" Sammy cut right to it.

"No... Sammy... I mean that if it could be an even trade of everything then yes, maybe, but the place out there needs a lot of work and you know it!"

Sammy just grunted and gave a single nod, but he cut a sideways glance at my eyes and I knew he was checking me out to see just how serious I was. He knew I had inspected the place and he also knew I wasn't an expert so I had probably missed a few things, hopefully on my part nothing major!

"I have no money give for repairs before deal." Sammy said.

"Our place is in excellent shape and doesn't need anything, and you know your Dad will be within five measly minutes from this store and only a few more from your home Sammy. That Chinese tradition of the male hierarchy has got to figure in this somewhere." I asserted.

Sammy just eyed me now and grunted. I couldn't tell if he was agreeing with me or just disgruntled!

"If we can made the trade... all in... everything included... and property for property then Mom and I still lose on the deal because we are stuck with major repairs on our end and you're good to go!" I said and paused to allow him to think that over.

"Look Sammy... I know what you want... you want a straight trade and to come out without having to fork over any money to fix anything and you think the property values are going to wash each other out." I was watching the expression on his fat little face as I talked and he understood everything I was saying alright, "It's just not gonna wash with me because I'm the asshole that will have to make all those repairs for myself and buy all the materials to boot!"

Sammy just nodded. He knew.

"So, my idea was to come to you with another offer. A fair offer." I was playing diplomat now.

"You not old enough to make legal offer." Sammy said it plainly, not accusingly, but just making a statement that was true.

"Maybe not old enough for making legal offers, but old enough to control family business as the oldest male of the family. My Mother will do as I say Sammy and I certainly hope you can understand that."

Sammy nodded and bowed his head slightly in acknowledgment so I went on, "What I want is an even trade of all property with all rights included, and I have figured the repair cost to bring your property at least up to livable standards will cost around $20 grand... I propose we split that figure down the middle and your end will be 10 grand at the signing of the papers with one added concession."

Sammy's eyes narrowed as he thought the figures over. Clearly he had had the "ranch" inspected and he knew that the repair bill would be more than 20 grand if done all at once. I could see the wheels turning behind those slitted eyes he was looking at me with.

"What is the added concession?" Sammy wanted it all up front so I laid it out.

"If there should develop a major defect, deficiency or pitfall with the ranch's buildings or property of any kind you will be responsible for 75% of that cost as determined by an independent inspector certified by the state at the time it occurs, if it occurs."

That was the big one, the one George had told Mom he would slip into the contract and get Sammy to sign. I was letting the cat out of the bag so to speak but I felt better about doing it my way instead of George's.

"You think that over Sammy and Mom and I will expect to see your answer in writing on Thursday when we meet to sign the papers for the transfer and deeds of trust. If everything is as it appears and nothing major is wrong out there then it won't cost you a dime later and you'll be looking good. It only gets bad for you if there is a major problem and you've covered it up, as far as the 10 grand, hell you know yourself that labor alone for those repairs would be more than double that!"

Sammy nodded and I did too. I left him thinking the proposal over and headed back home, well at least for a few more days anyway because I suspected Sammy actually liked the proposal and we would be moving pretty quickly!

I decided to take the long way back home to give Mom a little longer to snooze so I went the opposite of the freeway and headed for the boulevard. I was just cruising on the way home and doing some thinking. Mom and I didn't have any real appliances to move other than the washer and dryer and the freezer and all of those were in the garage so that would be easy. Our bedroom furniture and clothes and dining room table,chairs and of course all the utensils. We would leave the living room furniture, stove and refrigerator in the house.

The one big bedroom in the closed off section of the ranch house would only need cleaning and painting and I was sure we could do that over one weekend and since it would be just the two of us we could get by until I could do the work. The kitchen would need to be gutted and completely redone. New appliances. Then it would be just a matter of redoing one room at a time. We could wait for supplies to go on sale before we bought and that would certainly stretch our budget. We could clean everything as best we could and be ready for whatever was needed. Yes, one room at a time and it wouldn't take too long before we could have a really nice place.

I wanted to stop off at the market to get some doughnuts for us. The doughnut shop was right on the corner of our street and for some reason it was calling to me so I pulled in. I got a dozen and was just about to the door when I saw it, the white Buick Electra 225. It came from down our street and had stopped to turn at the boulevard. The people inside hadn't seen me as I was behind and off to the side of their view, but I could see them. I just about dropped the box of doughnuts right there in the parking lot. It was Pam! Holly shit!

I'm not sure she saw me, but I recognized her instantly as the car made it's right hand turn onto the boulevard. She was looking forward down the boulevard and talking to the man. She was still cute, but I was trying to get the thought of his hand on the back of her head guiding her back down into his lap clear in my mind, she didn't seem to struggle much as she went back down on the man either. Wow!

I went from remembering her head disappearing into the man's lap to wondering why they would end up on our street. Of all of the streets in this city, why our street? Why now? I fired the bike and balanced the box on the tanks as I rode off down the street the last 5 or 6 blocks home.

Mom was in the shower when I got in and I could tell she had been up a little while. Coffee was brewing and there were just small little subtle changes around the living room so as to indicate we had had a visitor.

I waited for Mom to finish and got us all set up at the table with coffee and plates for the doughnuts. It didn't take her long to join me at the table.

"You'll never guess who showed up here this morning after you left!" she was bubbly with mischief in her eyes.

"You're probably right... but whoever it was had a girl with him named Pam and was driving a Buick Electra 225 I bet!"

Mom's eyes flashed at me and she was deflated because she thought she had news I didn't know about and I had taken away her surprise.

"I can see that I'm right about that, but I don't have a clue who it was or why they were here so you'll have to tell me the whole story while we eat!" I could see that Mom was reliving the morning in her head as I spoke. Her eyes widened and she whispered, "I didn't even really look at the girl and I sure as hell didn't realize it was Pam, that changes everything!"

"What?" I asked half hearing her and getting the idea that she was talking to herself and not to me. "What the hell are you so upset about?"

Mom laughed long and loud and then settled into a light chuckle until she calmed enough to talk to me, "It appears we should talk a little more and then we would both be laughing I think!" she stopped and took a bite of her doughnut and a sip of coffee before continuing, "The Buick Electra 225 you seem to have seen belongs to George!"

I was shocked and dropped my fork on my plate with the still skewered piece of doughnut, I'm sure my expression conveyed my shock as Mother chuckled even more. I took a sip of coffee to keep from choking on the doughnut I was chewing.

"He stopped by to find out if our "deal" was on or off." she was really enjoying my discomfort! 

"Do you know what this means?" I asked knowing that Mother did in fact already know the answer.

"Yes, although it didn't occur to me until just a few seconds ago Honey." She had stopped chuckling now and was trying to be serious but was still sporting a small smirk.

"Jesus H. Christ! Pam was with George! Her dad?" I was incredulous. Totally dumbfounded.

"I guess that clears up a few mysteries for me too." Mom added.

"Mysteries?" I was a little confused.

"Well if you remember I first met George back when you were still in high school and if you remember that was also the time you suddenly became acquainted with Pam and..." she just trailed off leaving the thought to hang out there.

"Yeah, I thought it was kind of strange that Pam would suddenly be around every time I turned around and I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it's starting to ring a bell now."

I had begun to think and also put 2 and 2 together and try not to get 3!

Mom giggled, "It's us in reverse and much more sophisticated!"

"How's that?" I had to know if we were on the same track or thinking two totally different ways.

"Well that was a couple of years ago, when George first started showing up and got interested in me, his wife had been dead about a year and I do remember him saying he had a daughter at home." again she giggled a little before going on, "So it looks to me like George only wanted oral sex because he was busy getting a hard on for his pretty little daughter, I say little but she was a year older than you if I remember right so she was 18 then."

"Oh my God, Pam was getting fucked by her old man and that's why she wasn't really interested in me for anything other than a friend!" I was remembering our dates now and I do remember wondering why an older girl would be at all interested in a younger guy like me. Pam and I really didn't fit together all that much. I was kind of skinny and not at all an athlete or a good looking popular type, but Pam was. She was fairly good looking and had friends in the better groups in school, so why me?

"I think that George had Pam latch on to you for the same reason Bob suggested that we do essentially the same thing... a cover. George and Pam wanted... needed... covers. George wanted to use me as his and figured Pam could use you for her's. Us in reverse and two years early!"

Mom really chuckled now and as what she said sunk in so did I. It was funny. They had tried to do to us then... what we were thinking of trying to do with others now ourselves.

"What did you tell him when he asked about your deal with him?" I was now even more curious than before for many more reasons.

"I just told him that you didn't approve of me 'dating' anyone else now and that I just didn't see how we could possibly get together on that basis." she said in a thoughtful tone as though she were going over the conversation in her head again.

"And?" rhetorical question on my part.

"He just gave me a funny little look, chuckled and introduced me to his daughter Pam. Funny but I didn't associate her as being the girl you used to go out with in high school." she was still in the throws of deep thinking, there was something else. She absentmindedly took a bite of the doughnut and chewed slowly. With the coffee cup halfway up to her lips she stopped and put it back down, "She had an odd look and I couldn't put my finger on it then... when I was shaking her hand... she was smiling at me in an odd way, but it just hit me like a slap in the face!"

"What?" I was the height of conversation this morning!

"Her lips, they were darker and her hair had been fixed but it was just a little disheveled." Mom went on.

"So?" again I was really contributing to this conversation with my huge command of sentences!

"So... she had been sucking something just before she was introduced to me and I'm betting it wasn't a piece of candy!"

Mom's eyes were bright and wide as she related her thoughts to me. Naturally I then had to tell her the story of the ride out to Sammy's.

"He had her out for an early morning ride then!" Mom said.

"Holly shit!" was all I could muster.

We ate and drank our servings and I got up and got the pot to pour another cup of Joe for us. Mom asked me about the meeting with Sammy and I sat and sipped my coffee and told her everything including my thoughts on the way we could do the move right away and take our time fixing the place up. The best part was when I described that we would need to share one bed in the one room at least until we could get another cleaned and ready for paint.

Mom beamed at me then with those fireworks eyes and said, "We'll put that at the end of our list of things to do at the ranch Son."

I leaned forward and pulled the sash of Mother's robe opening it. It fell open at the top exposing her pert nipples. "Did you shave this morning Mother?" I inquired.

"Of course baby, I promised to keep myself bare for you didn't I?" she acted embarrassed.

A thought crossed my mind and I had to know, "Were you dressed like this when you answered the door for George and Pam?"

"Yes I was, why?" Mom answered.

"Stand up and I'll show you."

She did and I retied her sash. We went to the front door and I went outside and left her holding the screen door open. I turned to look around and then at her before I came alongside the porch and not up on it. This put me about 18" below the porch and almost 2 feet below the threshold of the front door. I looked at her then allowed my eyes to trail down her robe. Her robe was a roman style and ended at mid thigh. It was plush and she liked it but from where I was standing I could see the promised land!

I looked down again to see the smaller flat foot prints of a girls shoe and knew this was where Pam had stood.

"When George introduced you to Pam, where were you, and where was she?" I inquired again.

"George stepped back and held the door and I stepped forward and shook her hand there where you are, why?" Mom answered.

"Do it again with me, now." I said. She stepped forward and held the door with her foot as she bent forward at the waist and extended her hand to me to shake.

"Put your hand where you think her's was when you shook." I stated and she did.

"Was George talking to you while you were shaking Pam's hand Mother?" I was smiling at her and she knew something was up.

"Why... yes... yes he was. Was that important?" she was beginning to get suspicious now. I just stared at her lovely tits swaying in the open as the robe had fallen away from her in the front and she was totally exposed to anyone looking directly down her body.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Mother had followed my eyes and knew what had happened. Her hand grabbed one side of the open robe and held it tight across her chest as she rose back standing. Her face red with both anger and shame.

Adding to the fire I asked her, "Did you ever slide your hand up to the top of the screen Mother?"

She merely stared at me for a second or two the flush deepening in color.

"Yes, why?" her eyes were narrow and sharp now.

"Do it again now... Mother... slide your hand up that screen and take the same position you did when George and Pamela were here."

She did what I asked very slowly and kept her eyes on mine.

Her robe rode up her slender thighs to a point even with the juncture of her crotch bringing her pussy into full view for me in the lower position I was in and at the very least George had been treated to a spectacular view of my mothers legs and shaved mons.

Mother turned and stepped into the front room and the screen door slammed. "Son-of-a-bitch! George, you motherfucker!" she was pissed now and if I had learned anything in my short wonderful life it was that you did not under any circumstances want to have my Mother pissed at you and she was as pissed as I had ever seen her!

I slowly went around the porch and up the steps, opening the screen door, but I did not enter the room. Instead I just leaned forward a little and poked my head in ready to duck in case she were to throw something or swing something. I knew she wasn't pissed at me but at George, and at Pamela, and worse than that embarrassed by the girl more than anything else.

Mother was sitting at the table again with her head in her hands. I entered and slowly closed the screen door and the inner front door against the rage I knew to be coming. I walked back to my place at the table and decided to try to make light of the incident and try to diffuse the situation. I took a sip from my cup for courage and leaned over mimicking my earlier move and grasped Mom's sash and gently pulled it open. The robe fell open again just as it had before. Mother didn't move at all but she spoke, "Go ahead and look at me, hell everyone else in the neighborhood probably has too."

"Won't matter one bit next week when we aren't here to look back at them, will it?" I retorted. She raised her head out of her hands and smiled at me for that.




Millie Ch. 06



"God, I hope that deal goes through just like you told Sammy because truth be told I'm more than ready to get the hell out of this place!" Mom's face was still slightly pink and her entire upper body was too, and her beautiful nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them!

I had to. I leaned in and took her left nipple into my mouth and sucked it hard. She flinched as I did it but soon moaned. I used my left arm to hook under her right one and lifted her up and made a half step into her forcing her back onto the table much the same way I had the other night. The nipple popped when the suction was broken and she groaned but in pleasure not pain.

I had my shirt off in an instant and then was opening the fly of my Levi's and shoving them along with the underwear down off my hips and allowed them to hit the floor. My cock was already hard as an iron pipe from watching my Mother's demonstration of her actions as well as thinking of Pamela wanting to see Mother too. I wondered why that might be the case. Had to be because her shoe prints were right there in the soft dirt of the flower bed beside the porch. I felt certain George hadn't told her to stand there, or perhaps I was wrong and he had told her to stand there!

Was Pam a closet lesbian, or possibly a bisexual girl? Did she want my Mother's pussy too?

Mom was hot too. The seat where her ass had been was wet and shiny with her moisture. The robe was completely open and she had positioned her legs with her feet on the table just the same as the other night too. The only difference from the other night was that I wasn't going to eat my Mother's pussy this time. I was going to fuck it!

I reached down and pressed my cockhead to her open pussy lips and worked it up and down the slit a few times. Her eyes flew open as she felt the intrusion.

"You let George get an eye full of your beautiful body didn't you?" I was teasing her.

"Yesss!" she hissed.

"But that's not what's got you all fired up and dripping wet is it?" I asked. Her eyes narrowed but she didn't answer. I raised my dick and tapped down on the top of her mound three times, hoping to slam her little helmeted man with my big helmeted man!

She flinched all three times and moaned loudly as her chest caved in and her shoulders hunched inward making her tits jiggle as she felt me hitting home.

"You got hot thinking about that girl, Pamela, wanting to see your bare pussy and it got you all hot and bothered that she must have looked long and hard at your breasts and stiff nipples while smiling and shaking your hand!" I slid my cock back down all the way until it was kissing her little brown star and rubbed around there a few times as I spoke, "and Mother... I think you really got hot thinking that it was her Father that had made her look at your body!"

I raised my cock just that one inch and allowed my hips to press forward ever so slightly driving my cockhead into her.

"You thought you would give good old George a little tease, but what you didn't realize was that George was using you to tease his little girl."

The flush started down my Mother's beautiful body again. I leaned forward to take in her right nipple and in so doing pressed my cock even deeper into that molten pussy of hers. She groaned and hunched toward me trying to get me in deeper still but I wasn't allowing that just yet.

"I had some idea of your exhibitionistic talent out on the freeway, but had no idea you got this turned on by it." I had lowered my voice as bass as I thought I could and had moved my head alongside hers so as to speak into her ear. She was moaning continuously now.

Now in a whisper I said, "Which was it Mother, the fact that Father and Daughter both saw your bare shaved pussy all wet and ready, or was it just the idea that another woman was probably as turned on as you were while her Father made her watch you shove your tits out at her after you allowed her a nice long look at your shaved and soaked pussy?"

"Oh God, Son!" she cried out and shuddered violently in orgasm! I found myself buried to the hilt in her hot molten pussy and just hanging on for dear life as she bucked and thrust intermittently while groaning and moaning. It was like riding a mechanical bull that also vibrated and emitted pleasure to you right up through your cock! I bent my head down and again latched onto a nipple and bit it rather firmly. She almost threw me off the damned table!

"Oh, Fuck! Oh, God! Oh! Oh! Oh! Jesus H. Christ it's too much! Oh, shit!" she began rambling as the massive orgasm continued.

My cock was being squeezed and released at an incredible rate. I knew I couldn't last any longer and began a tremendous jettison of my own as I groaned loudly myself. It was so powerful that it almost hurt! I felt as if my toenails were being drawn up and forced out of my cock! Hot Damn this was the one!!

We both rode it out as long as it lasted and as soon as my muscles relaxed enough for me to move I got up and off Mom. She just laid there a few more minutes enjoying the afterglow.

I stepped close and extended my hand out to her as an aid to help he rise up into a sitting position. I stepped between her open knees then and just hugged her to me. "I love you Mother." I exclaimed. She merely nodded. I pulled her as I stood and ended up holding her little body to mine as I walked into the living room. I sat her on the arm of the couch and kissed her with all the passion I possessed.

The looking her in the eyes I held my hand out again to aid her in rising to her feet. She took the hand and I lowered my head and kissed her again.

When the kiss ended I simply placed a hand on her shoulder and wiped the robe off. It slid off the shoulder but she caught it with her bent elbow. I did the same to the other side and this time she allowed it to fall to the floor at her feet. I kissed her again and then used my hands on her shoulders to turn her around and bend her over the arm of the couch. She groaned but didn't speak.

I simply guided my re-stiffening cock into her from behind. As I slipped back into her she moaned and then said, "Wow Son, twice in a row! What in the world's come over you?"

I just started a steady pace of solid thrusts and said, "Mother, we will be leaving this humble little abode soon I think and it should be our duty to leave our scent in every room of the house before we depart."

She moaned again and began thrusting back at me and churning her ass as we made contact.

"I think we'll try to complete that chore before this weekend is over!" I added in my deepest most authoritative voice.

She giggled just slightly and then moaned as I increased the power of each thrust and began to fuck her in earnest. Soon we both began to feel the familiar tingles of climax slinking up our spines and we both sought relief and found the joy of fulfillment. We were both just about done in after that.

We had already christened both bedrooms so the bathroom was next and it was highly welcomed as we were both ready for showers and some sleep. As soon as we got into the shower and the hot water hit us we both just settled for a little kissing and fondling as the day's stress and strains had both of us pooped a lot worse than we had thought. Hell it was all I could do to dry off before dropping into the bed and I know I kissed Mom goodnight but I don't recall anything else as sleep overtook me!

I felt good as I opened my eyes. Mom was already up and I could smell the coffee. I had to have a shower first before anything else though. I got up and went to my room and got a fresh set of clothes and made a bee line for the bathroom. I started the water and then started the preparations to shave while the water went hot. At my age shaving wasn't too much of a chore yet, but it was starting to come on pretty strong. I had a lot of new growth where just weeks before there wasn't all that much.

I saw her in the mirror as I finished, robe on and coffee cup in hand, she had obviously been up for a while and already had her shower. She just watched me.

"Enjoying the view?" I asked.

"Well yes I am as a matter of fact." she said in a humorous tone. I could tell it was going to be a wonderful day already.

I dropped my boxers and just took a half step sideways to settle in front of the toilet. I wasn't square on but sort of off to the side so that I could still watch my Mother as she watched me.

"Well, I'm gonna piss now so unless you want to watch me do that, you might want to turn away." I said it in a daring kind of way and waggled my eyebrows at her.

She stepped into the bathroom and right up beside me. I was a little surprised as her hand reached out to grasp my cock.

Looking me in the eyes she said,"I would love to watch you piss Son. I've really always wanted to, especially since you've grown up."

"Well then you'd better watch what your doing with your hand then or you'll have me pissing all over everything! It's not like yours and it will spray where ever it's pointed!" I was almost laughing as she immediately jerked her head down to give my cock a quick look like it was a snake that might bite her!

"Are you ready Mother?" I asked.

"Oh yes baby, please." she cooed.

I relaxed the muscle and a stream started to flow from my cock into the toilet. Mom giggled. The stream increased in strength and made a louder splashing sound as it hit the water in the toilet.

"I feel it! I can feel your piss running through your cock and out!" she was squealing like a little girl with her first toy. She was moving it all over the bowl and damned near got the stream outside a couple of times.

"It's so cool that you can so easily direct you pee anywhere you want it to go just by moving your hand around!" she was actually enjoying holding my cock for me while I pissed.

As the stream lessened I told her, "Mom, I didn't know you were so perverted, but I love it! Hell babe... you can help me piss anytime you want!" I was quickly running out of piss for her to enjoy though!

"Watch it, you're gonna need to get your fingers back away from the tip!" I was too late with this little bit of advise as the stream all but ceased and because her hand was right on the tip of my cock the last bit dribbled out over her fingers.

She didn't say anything. I expected a "Yuck!" or something, but she didn't say a word. She just lowered my cock to it's normal hanging position and let go.

She raised her hand to look at the wetness on her fingers. I thought for a moment she was going to curl her lips in disgust, but she didn't. Instead she just turned them over a couple of times to look them over good and then stepped to the sink to wash her hands. I slid over into the shower and got started. She didn't leave the bathroom and I figured she wanted to talk. I also figured she had just allowed me to see a side of her no one else had ever seen and she wanted to try to find out if I was weirded out. I almost laughed at that. If she only knew, and then I realized that she soon would!

"You're not upset with me are you?" she asked.

"Hell no Mom!"

"You think I'm a pervert though huh."

"No, Mom, I don't and you shouldn't even be worrying about any of that! I love you."

"Yeah... well love only goes so far sometimes and then weird takes over... and it changes things." she was trying to see if I thought she had gone too far.

"Mom, we do need to talk, but not like you think."

"What!" she had a frightened sound to her voice now.

"No! Calm down!" I said quickly. I had to put her at ease about what had happened and assure her that I would be agreeable to anything and everything she ever would want to do from now on. No holding back. No taboos.

"Mother, I love you." I paused a second or two to let her hear me.

"I need to say that again and you need to listen to me say it... Mother... I love you."

"Baby, I hope you always will... even if I let the odd side of me out every now and again." she said it quietly, almost as if she were talking to herself.

"Mother!" I threw open the shower curtain. My shower was over! I turned the knob and ended the spray.

She jerked when the curtain came flying open. I grabbed her and pulled the sash open like I always did, but this time I spun her around and yanked the robe down and off her body! I turned her to me and pulled her into my arms hugging her warm body to mine even as she put up a mild resistance saying, "Oh baby, I've already had mine this morning!" in a teasing way.

I put my hands up on each of her shoulders, pressed her away a little and began, "Mother when I was younger, most of the guy's I knew in high school thought you were a pretty hot babe and often said so. When it would happen I would get upset and sometimes I'd get into a fight over the comment. It wasn't that the comments weren't true, they absolutely were true, you are a real babe!"

She was locked onto my eyes now and I told her, "I have always thought that was an excellent way to describe you Mother... I felt then and feel the same way now... that I would love you no matter what... I guess that's what always got me into the trouble was my jealousy."

"Hell I liked the other guy's looking at you and loved that they thought you were a babe, but it was a double edged sword at times too because I'd get really jealous and worked up and couldn't show it!"

Her mouth opened and eyes went as wide in astonishment as I had ever seen her, "You mean you loved me then, when you were still in high school?"

"Mother... you'd probably faint if you knew how really long I've wanted to see you... feel you... taste you... have you naked... spank you... show you off to all my friends... and in all of my fantasies, it was always your face I saw no matter what the story line was!"

"But there is also the big social barrier Mother, the one everyone knows. Sons aren't allowed to love their Mothers, not like that!"

"So... you would be upset at the fact that you couldn't show you loved me and talk about me with your friends like you could if I were just your young girlfriend from school?"

"Yes. Boys just don't talk that way about their own Mothers, even if they think it's true and agree with everything said by other boys, they must keep up the charade of offense... and then... you know, the fight is on!"

We just stood there quietly for a few seconds and looked into each others eyes.

"What you need to know is... that I love you, Mother. Unconditionally. You need to think about that for a few seconds and try to grasp what I am saying... that I don't care who you are or what you do... I love you and I always will no matter what."

"I was just curious about how a man feels when he pisses. It was something I've often wondered about for quite a long time and I suddenly thought I'd be able to find out with you."

"Oh, Mother, I want you to be able to ask me to do the things you want to do like you never have been able to with others. We should never have any barriers about anything. No taboos between us... and we should never get offended or upset with one another for just being curious... I know I won't."

The relief showed immediately on her face. I kissed her and gave her a hug.

"Let's dry off and go get some breakfast!" I laughed. She only then realized that she was naked and wet from my body being up against hers.

"Hey! I already had my shower you goof!"

She was teasing me now, "Why'd you want to go and get me all wet again?"

"Mother... in case you don't know it yet I like the feel of your naked body against mine all the time!" I chuckled.

We dressed and went to the kitchen for some breakfast. Life was good!



Millie Ch. 07



We had just had a fairly frank discussion about ourselves and all we really did was open more doors than we closed. We were both in robes in the kitchen, sitting and sipping coffee. Both thinking and as my wheels turned in my head I simply had too many questions to just sit quietly.

"Mom, you have a submissive streak and also a dominant streak. Are they interchangeable?"

She just looked at me like I was from outer space.

"You like it when I sometimes take control and instead of me asking you to do something I order you to do it. It makes your pussy very wet at those times. But I also noticed you flared back at me when I kind of got into it and took the dominant role."

"How do you mean Son? I'm not sure I'm following you."

"Well when I first took you out riding the bike. I took charge and you fell right into the routine. I told you what I wanted you to do and you did it, even though you didn't really want to, you did it and it clearly turned you on."

"Yes, I came when you made me strip out there on that overpass. I have always wanted to be made to do things like that, expose myself and things like that but have never had the courage to do anything by myself. It was actually a relief when you were making me do it, because I wanted to but was always being held back by my inner fears. You released me that night."

"But when I got into the role of bad assed biker and said you were my bitch, you blanched, and almost went into dominating."

"No, Son, I didn't. What happened was that you caught me off guard, but you handled it well. I admit I can be a bitch at times, but never with you. It's not really a name I relish being called, even if it is just biker slang. I think if you want to call me your bitch when we are into the biker thing I could even like it, but the very first time anyone else does, watch out!"

I laughed because I knew where she was coming from. It's like the old bugaboo of relatives, I can smack him and we fight, no problem, you smack him and we all fight! I understood.

"Well that's not gonna be a problem any more Mom, cause I'm just going to call you what you actually are and that's going to be that!"

She gave me the eye and with a raised eyebrow asked,"Oh yeah, well let's just hear you call me your new name for me and we'll see if I like it or not!"

There she went, daring me, I could sense the subtle change as she slipped toward that dominant role. I was a little taken aback as she did it because I didn't think even she realized that she had made the transition until I looked at her.

Her face got a little pink and she just said,"Oops, I guess that was a good example of what you were saying earlier?" She had said it as a question and I got it, she simply was just now recognizing what she was doing.

"Yes, Mother, that was exactly what I was referring to earlier!"

"Okay, so I can flip-flop back and forth, I don't mean too really, it's just that I've had to assume so many roles raising you and working that I guess I kinda get confused sometimes!"

She chuckled and shook her head.

"I want to call you a name, Mother, because I cannot call you Mother when we are out and about, not even among other bikers that are pretty loose bunch on a whole."

"Oh."

"We are going to need to come up with acceptable alternatives for when we are out and around others and we need to practice so that there are no slip ups."

She just looked at me in a more serious way.

"I love you." I said it out loud to her as I had before.

"I love you too... Son."

"See, that's exactly what I mean, you can't do that when we are out with other people!" I was trying to make an example here.

"I know, but I do love you, and it'll be hard not to just say it no matter where we are or who we're around!"

"Don't you think I know that?" I stated flatly.

Her robe had opened slightly and those breasts were plainly visible. Mother had some good cleavage and I got ogling it! She giggled.

"Damn Son, if you want to see my tits, all you have to do is ask and I'll drop the robe!"

"Okay Mom, I'm asking." I waggled my eyebrows at her as usual.

She just pulled the sash to release the slip knot and shrugged her shoulders a little allowing the robe to drop off her and slide down her back to the seat. She was bare-chested now and I was looking directly at her tits.

"I'd of thought that you'd seen them often enough that you wouldn't want to look at them as much. Mine aren't that big and have started the inevitable journey south so I just don't see why you are so fascinated."

"Mother, you are my Mother, and that one little fact alone makes the sight desirable for me, but you also underestimate your appeal as a woman. You have wonderful full breasts that are still perky and have two of the most attractive nipples I've ever seen on any woman and I'm including all of the Playboy bunnies in that statement."

She perked up a bit and slowly drew her shoulders back thrusting her breasts out at me a little more. I loved seeing my Mother naked and I had just told her why.

"You're prejudiced, but I like it!" was her retort.

"So the name I picked is well used and by lot's of people for lot's of reasons, most of which are affection and not as a derogatory term."

"Okay, so what is it?"

"First I have to explain that for me it certainly doesn't mean what it implies and I need to tell you that and try to make you understand that the very first time I started to use this term I couldn't. I substituted bitch instead."

"Wow, this one must be bad if you'd rather refer to me as a bitch than say it!"

She was really wanting to hear it now.

"No, no, Mother it isn't that bad a word or a name, but it might be taken by you to mean something other than what I am going to use it for."

"What?"

She was ready or so she thought.

"Okay, but remember it's a word describing a relationship and not an attack or derogatory term."

"Will you just spit it out for God's sake!"

"I want to call you my wife... my Mother... but I can't so I am forced to use a substitute word... and I chose... Oldlady."

Mom just stared at me for a few seconds.

"You're my old lady."

She smiled and I knew it would be alright for me to call her that. I had really worried that she would take it wrong and think I was saying she was old. I didn't even want that thought to ever cross her mind.

She chuckled and my eyes were immediately drawn to her jiggling breasts.

"Oh no you don't! If you're having a thought of even kissing me... you ain't gonna do it in here again... hell, I'm so sore from last night I can't hardly stand it!" she was holding her hand up in a stop sign and got up off the chair.

Now I chuckled and said, "Well, you are my oldlady... and I do want sex of every kind... so... if you want to be in a bed, you'd better run fast!"

She turned and scampered down the hall and into her room with me hot on her tail pinching her ass as we went.

We piled into bed and I went straight for her juicy pussy. As I was making a nice desert of her mound she started talking to me.

"Oh baby, I love to have your tongue in me, or your cock, but mostly I love knowing you want me sexually."

I just, "Ummmmm, Hummm'ed" in her mound and kept licking deep strokes.

"You have no idea how badly I wanted you to come into my room some nights when you were in high school and just ravish me. I wanted you so badly I could have just screamed and you hardly noticed me. I wanted to suck you off every night!"

She squirmed a little as my tongue worked over her clit once or twice.

"Oh baby, that feels so wonderful!"

Her legs rose into the air and she put her feet on my shoulders.

"Baby, I hated it when you went out with other girls from school. I was so jealous of those bitches, they were where I wanted to be and got the attention from you that I wanted. When you went to try to buy your car I dressed almost obscenely trying to get your attention and it worked, but not the way I intended for it to."

I raised my head at that and said quickly, "Mother, you had my attention before we got into your car. You know I like looking at your body and you weren't leaving much to the imagination that day even though you were fully clothed!"

"Well it did help you get the car. That fat assed salesman pawed me several times while you were on your drive. He pinched my nipples so hard I thought he was trying to pop them off!"

"Jesus Christ, I wish I had know that then!"

"No you don't because you'd of been pissed and you wouldn't have got the deal you did!"

I went back to sucking her open labia and thinking how much I owed her, for everything.

She moaned and said, "I just love the way you do that and how it feels different when you move from the outer lips to the smaller inner ones. You know how to make a woman feel good!"

"It's you Mother, I love your taste and smell. I love everything about you. Have you had a lot of men go down on you over the years Mom?"

"Well, this is not a subject I thought I'd ever be discussing with my own Son, but yes I have had a few and not all of them enjoyed it as much as you either."

I concentrated on her clit then and soon she was panting and hunching. I slid two fingers into her as I sucked hard on her clit and as I sawed in and out she came loudly.

I withdrew my fingers and raised up so she could watch me stick them in my mouth and suck her ample juices off of them.

"God, that's so hot Son!"

"Would you like it better if those were Pamela's fingers and it was her that was sucking your hot juice off of them?"

Mom moaned and I had my answer.

"When did you first know you might like other women Mom?"

"Well for me there was no college, not much of anything really except the farm and then the city and your Father. When we separated, that was when you were just five, my sister Fran came and stayed with us. She was a great help for both of us. We did everything together and one thing led to another and... that's how it was."

"So you got hot and heavy with aunt Fran?"

"You make it sound so shitty and it wasn't. Fran was, is, more oriented toward girls than men. She can't help it and you know how people are, so we tried to cover it up by going out together with men on double dates. Of course it didn't work out well and so she suffered a lot. I felt bad for her and then we just sort of started staying home together. You would go to bed and we would watch TV together and one thing led to another and pretty soon we were sleeping together."

"Wow! Aunt Fran... who knew?"

"When some talk started around about us being lesbians... Fran just took off. I came home from work and the next door neighbor was with you in the old apartment remember? Fran had just packed up and taken off without saying anything. I found a note later under my pillow that said she didn't want to drag me into her life and that she thought leaving would be best."

"So aunt Fran left because there was talk going around about you and her?"

"Yes." she said this like it was something bitter in her mouth and she hated the taste of it as it came out.

I moved up the bed and lay alongside Mom while she talked. I rubbed along her arm but knew better than to get frisky while she was telling the story.

"I haven't seen her in 14 years and all because of a jealous SOB that I wouldn't let in my bed. Asshole!" Mom was tearing up a little now.

"Were you in love with aunt Fran?"

"Son, there's love and then there's love. I naturally loved my sister, she's two years younger than me. I love her as a sister, and I loved her as a lover. She was so soft and gentle, warm and tender, and she was never rough or hurried so there was a lot of difference in her and most men I've ever known."

"She was a good lover then?"

Mom looked me in the eyes and said,"The best."

I guess my face showed disappointment at that because she added,"The best woman lover I've ever had and you my Son, are the very best man I've ever had!"

I felt better and I kissed her.

"The most turned on I ever used to get was when I would find a pictorial in Playboy of two women. Like I told you I always put your face on one of the women, it got me so hot thinking you would want to be with another woman and I don't know why, but it did."

"Well now you know your fantasy came true, and you just never were able to witness it. I'm not really sorry you never saw your aunt and I together Son."

"Oh Mother, I have to tell you that this is probably so much better because it was, is, a fantasy and now I have three faces to work with."

"Three?"

"Yes, there's you of course... aunt Fran... and Pamela."

"Pamela! What in the hell makes you think she's leaning that way?"

Mom was up on an elbow now looking down at me and I had lain back to talk. Her hand absently began the gentle rubbing motion over my chest and on each stroke it moved lower and lower toward my hard as an iron spike cock. It didn't take but just a few strokes for her fingers to wrap around her prize and the strokes became much shorter and more firm.

"Easy. First you were in your robe, right?"

"Yes."

"When the doorbell rang you answered and George was on the porch step, but Pam was over to the side in the flower bed, right?"

Yes."

"Well there you go then."

"I don't see how where they were standing has anything to do with Pam leaning toward women!"

"Mother! Think about it a second, George was the puppeteer and you and Pam were his puppets."

"That's ridiculous! George never had me do anything and her certainly didn't tell me to do anything and other than the introduction to Pam he never spoke to her at all!"

"Didn't need too. It must have been a pre arranged scene that they rehearsed before and you just fell right into your part. Actually your being in your robe was the topping on the cake for Pam."

"Okay, I'm still missing your point so you'll have to explain it better."

She just leaned her body down and her hot moist mouth devoured my cock all in one smooth motion. I gasped and took a second to relish in the sheer pleasure of her action.

"Mother, I am just a chip off the old block because what you're doing feels absolutely fabulous!"

Her head began a slow movement as her tongue started the Millie swirl as I had come to call it. It was something that only she had ever done to me and it made my legs go stiff and my stomach rigid!

I tried to continue, "Well George has been here before and knew how tall Pam is, so he told her to stand off to the side of the porch so that if you were wearing a skirt she would get a good view up it and maybe see your pussy but at least get a shot of your panties."

Mom groaned on my dick and I felt it in my soul!

"George also stepped back making you come out onto the porch to greet Pam, and Pam knew to not reach out to you with her hand but make you come to her. When you bent down to shake Pam's hand she got a really good look at your nice full breasts and the hard as rocks nipples. I'm just guessing but I'll bet George was bent a little forward from where he stood and got a nice close look at your spread cheeks and maybe your asshole too."

Mom's lips tightened on me then and she really sucked hard. Her head bobbed up and down as she wrapped her fingers around the base and started jacking me at the same time. I went over quick! My eyesight flashed white and my whole body tensed as I came hot spurts of spunk shot off into my Mother's expert mouth.She never missed a beat and kept right up with the jerks of my pelvis as I came. Her mouth stayed on me as I calmed and she gently slowed her finger jacking movements.

As soon as her mouth left my cock I heard her swallow once and then, "You really think they are devious enough to plan shit like that? I mean he's her Father for Christ's sake!"

"Yes he is and he's probably fucked her a million times and I'll bet he's even sucked his spunk from her almost every time, and maybe that's why she likes being eaten out! Maybe she want's to have another woman suck her pussy and it's just possible she's fixated on you Mother!"

"Jesus H. Christ!"

"I'm going to bet that she's had her Dad's dick shoved down her throat about as often as she's been fucked and I'll also bet that at least a few of those times his daddy dick had just come from her pussy... and it's just possible that's where her taste for pussy came from."

"From her own fucking Father?"

"Now, now, Mother, let's not get hypocritical here!" I said it as I chuckled at her reaction.

"Oh fuck! You know damn good and well what I meant!"

"Yeah, I guess I did, but you have to admit that it's the best explanation for what happened with them, and if I'm right it won't be the last time it happens either!"

"Oh shit, I hadn't thought about that!"

"That leaves us with some decisions to make and plans based on those decisions."

"Like what?"

"Well, for one do you want to expose yourself to Pam? Would you like to set up an opportunity for her to touch you or possibly fondle you? Would you like to set up a situation to be able to touch Pam or fondle her? How far do you want to go and how would you like to proceed?"

"I see what you mean."

"There's more. I also think Pam is submissive, perhaps even more so than you are, and so is George."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, he acted pretty submissive when he suggested you let him suck your pussy full of cum. He must still think you have a boyfriend and he has no idea how jealous your boyfriend might be. Pam is submissive as she did exactly as George told her to do. George probably set the whole scene up for Pam. They're both submissive to each other."

"Makes sense to me baby."

"So now what we need to do is to figure out what you want to do or how you would like to proceed. Obviously I would like to keep our relationship under wraps at least until we find out about George and Pam first. If they can be controlled then it could turn out to be a lot of fun for us Mother, but if they cannot, it could turn out to be disastrous too!"

"Yes, I can see where it could go wrong pretty quickly too."

"So Mother, are you open to having Pamela come after you or would you rather be the aggressor?"

"I'm not by nature an aggressive person and surely not when it comes to women. Your aunt seduced me over a period of months!"

"All right then, you're going to need to allow her to come on to you and when she does you need to allow her to succeed in touching or fondling you, but you must refrain from returning the favor at first anyway."

"Yes, I can do that, but what about George?"

"Well I think George will take care of himself when you have Pamela under control."

"You really think so?"

"What other choice will he have? He can't very well put up too much of a protest, she's of age and free to chose for herself. What can he do?"

"Seems cruel and I'm sure you wouldn't like it if she did the same to me and you!"

"Your right of course, except for one thing and that is that you nor I have tried to fuck with Pamela or George. We haven't sought out their home and tried to set them up for our pleasure."

"Yes, that's right."

"Well I'm for leaving things alone like you say, unless either one of them tries anything else. The plan is for you and I to concentrate on our getting the ranch and not allowing anyone else to catch on to our loving relationship. That's our main goal. If George or Pam start interfering in that then we'll need to do something then."

Mom rolled over on the bed and stretched out, groaning as she did. I knew last night's sex had made her sore and I needed to fix it. I kissed her shoulder and started to massage her shoulders at the base of her neck. Gentle orbital muscle massage. Her head drooped and she moaned in approval of my actions. I rose to my knees to allow me better access and really got into the action. I wanted to relax her as well as please her.




Millie Ch. 07



"Tell me Mother... would you like to have my cum sucked from your pussy by someone like George?"

"I'm not so sure... at first I thought it would be hot seeing his face in my messy cum filled pussy sucking my Son's jism out... but now I'm just not so sure I could do it."

I was massaging lower on Mom's shoulders and middle back now and trying to be gentle but firm.

"You like showing off your naked body don't you Mom? I mean you like having or letting other people see you in some way when you are out in public."

"Yes, it does turn me on."

"Are there other things I should know about you Mother?"

My hands had reached her lower back and were circling around the top rises of her ass cheeks. I moved so that I had my knees between her knees and this spread her legs just a little. I pressed into her lower back flesh and massaged it really nicely making her moan some more as I did.

"Want a list of Momma's kinky vices do you?"

"Well just some idea of how far you're willing to go and down which paths would be a nice start."

I bent forward and kissed her just above the place where her rounded cheeks came together at the top of her ass. My hands were rubbing her ass cheeks in opposing circles, the left in counter-clockwise circles and the right in clockwise circles so that each time my hands separated I opened her ass and got a nice view of her wrinkled little star. I again kissed her only just slightly lower this time and I didn't raise my head away from her but instead drew in fresh air and breathed out the hot air from my lungs slowly, hotly into her crack.

She really moaned now and wiggled her ass at me.

I kissed each cheek on the inner skin as my hands opened the crack. This sent a shiver up Mom and she moaned in response, but I wanted more than moans of pleasure from her now.

I slithered my tongue out and licked just above the little wrinkled star out onto her back. Then I lowered my head and stuck my tongue out as far as it would go to give me room as I jammed my head into her crotch and started a long lick from the bottom of her pussy up to but not touching her anus. She really wiggled and moaned the one word, "Please!"

"Please what Mother?" I wanted her to tell me to lick her ass, to put my tongue into her and make her cum. I lowered my head and breathed out a new gust of hot breath right onto her anus, long and slow and as hot as I could make it.

"Oh God, Please! Please Son!"

"Please what Mother?"

"You want me to say it don't you?"

"Yes, if you want me to do things to you, then you need to learn to ask me to do them."

She only hesitated a second in thought before replying, "Please... put your hot slimy tongue on my asshole! Into it! Please! I'm going to cum! Please!"

I wet my tongue as much as I could and lowered my mouth to her waiting hole and wetly licked it. I then formed a pucker with my lips and encircled it before applying my tongue to it. I slowly applied pressure with the tip of my tongue and I could feel every wrinkle of her tender skin. She jerked and shivered at the first touch but began pressing her ass back into my face as hard as she thought she could. She alternated hissing ans groaning at the pure pleasure of this nasty act I was performing. I stopped using my hands to massage and instead pulled her up onto her knees without breaking contact. My tongue found easier access to her once she was on her knees as her ass spread of its own volition. I slid my left hand down and rubbed across her open wet pussy slit with the edge of it.

I maintained pressure with my tongue as I rubbed her pussy with my hand. I didn't want to allow any entry into her pussy because I wanted this to be an all anal orgasm and not triggered by her vagina. I pulled my tongue back quickly but maintained my kiss, wanting to re moisten my tongue for a better assault on the ring. I pressed forward on the center now and it gave a little as I wiggled and pushed. I stiffened it as hard as I knew how and pushed it as hard as I could. Her anus gave way and my tongue slid in about a quarter-inch at first and more each time I thrust it. I was thrusting my tongue in time with my hand rubbing her pussy.

There was a low growl and then a hard thrust rearward into me as my tongue thrust forward as deeply into her anus as I had been able to go. I felt her sphincter clamp on my wet intruder and she began a great shuddering. Her legs tensed against mine and I felt a squirt of her juice hit my upper chest as she experienced a tremendous orgasm. Her ass pulsed against my tongue at least five or six times hard! She shook and moaned one long continuous sounding exhale of her breath as she climaxed. I stopped rubbing her pussy and just hung onto her ass trying to keep my kiss in contact until she settled down. She herself broke that kiss as she lowered he hips to the bed. I stayed where I was and just marveled at the woman as she continued her pleasurable shuddering well after her body settled to the bed.

I flattened my right palm on her shoulder and gently rubbed her a little as she calmed.

"Well baby, as it turns out, I also love anal play too!" she panted out.

"So let's see... you're a submissive dominatrix lesbian committing incest with your own son and exhibiting yourself to other people while at the same time you love having your ass eaten! Did I leave out anything Mother?"

She giggled into the pillow, "I did enjoy holding your cock while you pissed this morning and it didn't make me puke when some of it got on me... so maybe I like water sports too... but other than that I think you've pretty much got me covered. Now let's work on you!"

"Hell that's the easy part... I'm into what you're into!"

"You mean if I'm a lesbian... you're a queer!" She squealed.

"No! No! Not that you goofy broad! I don't see any way I'd ever want to suck a cock. Ever. But, I'm certainly not adverse to any of the rest of the things that interest you at all, and I'm sure there are more things that we just haven't discovered yet."

"Well Son, I hate to tell you but I do love the feel of cock in my mouth and the warmth of a man's semen splashing uncontrollably into the back of my mouth while I hold that cock in place... so if you are like me you'd better guard against your gay feelings!" she had risen and was giving me that serious look but let the smile creep onto her lips at the end and I knew she was kidding me.

"I admit I will probably get hard as a rock and want to rape your ass the first time I see you and aunt Fran kiss! And the same goes for Pam too! Those thoughts are just too hot for me because I had them way too many times. Hell for a few years there nearly every issue of Playboy had a few pages of women on women... funny how that effected me."

"What else turns you on Son?"

"Well I really like stockings and garter belts."

"Ugh! If you had to put them on everyday and take the off just to piss you wouldn't!" she chuckled a wry kind of mocking laugh at me,"But I do understand, your aunt used to call stockings our MAIN ATTRACTIONS when we were getting dressed and come to think of it she seemed to give my stocking legs the once over a lot herself!"

"See what I mean... there's just something about stockings that's attractive and sexy as hell!"

"I guess I like watching everything so I'm what you call a voyeur. I like seeing men and women fuck, I like watching two women together of course and I like watching some bondage type stuff too although the heavy-duty hard-core blood and pain really turns me off. I think my interest started again with Playboy or maybe Penthouse as I have seen a couple of scenes where someone was getting spanked and I got turned at that."

"Yeah, women getting spanked by other women I'd bet!" Mom added.

"Well as you may know boys will be boys and I have seen other magazines not sold at the local news stand that depicted some pretty rough scenes where people were tied up and beaten, or had needles piercing them and shit like that and that stuff really didn't do anything for me at all. Some of the pissing scenes were interesting if it weren't for the welts and blood I might have liked that, but in the magazine I saw there was way too much pain and blood. Some of the guys really got off on that but I just couldn't get into it."

"Wow! You've seen some hard-core pornography? In school?"

"Yes, I'm almost ashamed to admit it now, but yeah, one of the fellas had a few foreign magazine he brought to school and pretty much every guy in our class saw them. He said he found them in his Father's things in his garage."

"Wow."

"Okay, so blood and pain aren't something I like or would tolerate either. I like sexy, not bloody. I prefer moans of pleasure over groans of pain."

Mom gave me a look of concern and added, "Okay Son we agree on those points completely. Go on, what else is a turn on for you?"

"Well I like a woman to be sultry... sexy. I'm also not a huge tit fan either."

Mom rolled over and said,"That's good to hear!" giggling and hefting her boobs at me.

"You know what I mean, some guys go gaga over double D's or even bigger, but I'm more of a physical contact type than a visual type."

"How's that again?" Mom asked, eyebrows up.

"I think any more than a mouthful is wasted and just seeing a huge set of tits doesn't do all that much for me."

"Then why in the hell do you want me naked all the damn time?"

"Because mother." I said as I leaned down and tweaked her nipple,"I love you and your fabulous tits. Your my perfect model to judge all others against!"

She jerked at the tweaking, but cooed at the praise!

"Go on, surely there's more!"

"Well since we're being so open about everything, I have always wanted to watch you pee." I was watching her face and she seemed only moderately surprised at my admission, like she half expected it. "You don't seem to be all that surprised about that Mother."

"No Son, I'm a farm girl and we all grew up out in the sticks. When you're a big family isolated out on a West Texas farm far from town and you're a mix of young girls and young men, you watch each other to learn things."

"Watching was all you did?"

"No, but we didn't get blatant about it either. There were 9 of us kids and the ratio was right for a lot of sight-seeing and play, also it was a farm you know."

"I remember it a little Mom."

"Well watching the animals gave us some pretty good demonstrations of how the birds and the bees operated in our neck of the woods, then we just naturally put two and two together and started watching each other."

"Wow!"

"It wasn't like a porn show every damn day Son!"

"No Mom, but instead of photographs in Playboy you pretty much got to see the real thing, in the flesh so to speak."

"Yeah, except it wasn't all wonderful like you think. Remember we were brothers and sisters and just because you see an animal do something doesn't mean humans can act the same or do the same things. Without too much detail, I've seen my brother rape my sister and get her pregnant, I've been forced to suck my brothers many times and so were all of my sisters. We were watched as we pissed and crapped and we watched all the others do the same. We bathed together, swam together, ate together and slept together. Two adults and 9 children in a five-room farm-house for 16 years. Think about it a little and you'll come to your own conclusions about what all went on."

"Holly crap! What about dating others?"

"The boys were allowed to date as soon as they turned 17, but us girls weren't allowed to even be alone with a boy until we were 18 or had left the farm. There weren't too many ways to leave the farm other than schooling or something like that."

"Wow, so all of you guys fooled around with each other?"

"No, it wasn't all of us, some of us got to just watch and then there were those like me that didn't want to fuck, but since the boys were older we were made to do other things. Usually it was oldest played and youngest watched, but like I said there was one exception."

"Who?"

"Georgia, the baby of the family. The boys got to playing with her a lot and truth be known that's probably what saved me from being their fuck toy because she liked them fooling around with her and went to great lengths to show her ass in front of them. They started off stripping her naked at night, then soon graduated to getting her to suck them, then got one of the other girls to lick her because they thought it was yucky. Come to think of it that girl was Fran! Oh my God! So that's what got her into women was being made to suck her own sister!"

"I guess she must have liked it though because she continued with you."

Mom just gave me the wary eye and continued her story, "She liked the attention and she really like being the center of attention. She liked being naked in front of all of us. I think because of all of the attention she got her breasts sprouted early and that didn't hurt her in getting the boy's complete attention. They would each suck her nipples at the same time and of course their hands were all over her. I think she lost her virginity to an errant finger and from then on she was ready to fuck anyone anytime. Your uncle Jake was her first fuck but Bill followed suit quickly and after a while it was a standard ritual nightly as she got thoroughly fucked several times almost every night right in front of the rest of us. Fran would lick her until she was ready and she'd just flop onto whoever's bed was going to be first that night."

"Wow!"

"It didn't take long, about a year and she was growing a big belly and it wasn't from swallowing watermelon seeds either!"

I laughed at that because when we were kids that's what we were told would happen if we swallowed the seeds was a watermelon would start growing inside us!

"She got off the farm then, we weren't told but I think she was shipped off to our Aunt's farm in Oklahoma."

Mom was visibly shaken telling the story and I could see that it wasn't memories she enjoyed hashing out with me so I changed the subject but filed away a couple of the mental scenes for later.

"So do you think I could see you pee sometime?"

She giggled and said,"Hell Son if it'll turn you on you can kneel down in the tub and I'll piss right in your face like I used to do to your uncle Jake."

"No shit, you used to piss in uncle Jake's face?"

"Yeah, he said he liked feeling the warm stream hitting him and he really liked us younger girls doing it so he could watch where it came from."

That triggered a memory of mine and I wanted to tell Mom so I interrupted her, "You know when some of us guys would get together and bullshit, there was a saying something like that, something about a girl being so good-looking you'd let her piss in your face just to be able to see where it came from."

Mom chuckled at that!

"It was only one of the many little sayings we had."

"Okay, okay, let's get back on the subject here!"

I hadn't realized it but Mom was turned on... and I wasn't too sure why.

"Well I obviously like being in control, dominant, of you anyway and I suspect that will get worse as we go along." Mom moaned and gave me a look of pure desire!

"I like it when you suck me a lot Mother. I'm only average, but you make me feel like I'm John Holmes."

Mom giggled and I was noticing how a lot of our talks amused us both. It must be because we are so at ease with one another.

"You do know I want your ass?"

Mom got a timid look to her face and answered, "Yes, I know."

"You also know I like playing with your little ass too, don't you?"

"Oh hell yeah, I hope you know that I enjoyed that almost as much as anything I've ever done!"

"When I take your anal cherry Mother, I want it to be very special. I want it to be as a man and wife and the wife giving her husband her virginity on their wedding night."

Mother fell into my arms and kissed me as hard as she ever had, tears were streaming down her face as we embraced. When the kiss broke, I held her gently and asked, "Was that a yes, Mother?"

"Was what a yes?"

"I just asked you to marry me Mother and was hoping you were saying yes."

She turned to me again and the tears started fresh as she nodded as hard as she could and said, "Yes, oh yes, yes, yes! I want you so bad I just can't stand it!"

We were both very happy and contented for a little while but then the aura of sexual attraction reared its beautiful head and we caressed it and each other late into the morning. The damned alarm went off before either one of us was ready!

Mom jumped up and made a beeline to the shower. I made a beeline for the coffee pot! Mom was out as I was ready to go in and she went straight for the coffee while I went for the shower she had left running hot! We were ready and out the door together except for the small embrace I gave her at her car door, just a quick hug and kiss, but the kiss was on her mouth and I told her,"I love you Mother!" and she knew I meant it. It was an important beginning for the rest of our lives.



Millie Ch. 08



Monday mornings are a real pain in the ass. I guess if work started on Tuesday's then Tuesday's would be a real pain in the ass, but Monday was it for me. I was dead tired and it showed. We were out cutting grass on the job and my ass was dragging all day. It was hot and sweaty work and I just couldn't get into it. I kept thinking of Mother's admissions and what I had told her. The entire conversations. Nothing she had said really bothered me, in fact it turned me on!

I had asked her to marry me and I knew she wanted to but just didn't see a way for that to come true. I had a surprise up my sleeve for that though. One of my good friends in school's Father was a Justice of the Peace and I had already talked to him about my particular situation. For the license Mom would use her maiden name as required by law and I would use my name. We were both consenting adults in the eyes of the law and so there would be no problem. There would be no children born of this marriage and hence no possible moral violation. The discussion flowed over several meetings but was finally agreed to. So that part was set.

Then there was Sammy and the deal. I worried about that a lot of the day too. It kept popping into my thoughts all day long.

Pamela and George also took a prominent place in some of my thinking as the day wore on.

As it turned out I had to be flagged off to a stop when the rest of the crew was ready to quit for the day. I was busy thinking about everything and didn't hear the whistle for quitting time. All the guys thought I was just a work horse and laughed it off, but I knew better.

When I got off that afternoon there was a message for me to call my Mother at the cleaners before going home. Kind of strange as she got off just an hour after I did, so I was a little worried as I made the call.

"Hello, Sammy's One Hour, this is Millie, how may I help you?"

"Hi Mom, It's me!" I said quickly realizing that something was wrong because Sammy wasn't there to answer the phone like he always was!

"Oh honey, Sammy's dad fell in the shower and his caretaker was outside, poor man laid in the running shower for almost an hour before the caretaker found him! He's in the hospital and their checking him for a broken hip. Scared the living shit out of all of them!"

"Oh crap Mom, I hope everything turns out all right for Sammy's Dad!"

"Sammy already called me and the old man's fine, no broken bones. All the caretaker was doing was taking out the trash to burn, but it's about 200 yards out and he didn't hear the old man in the shower until he got back up to the house."

"Man that really sucks and sounds like it wasn't anyone's fault."

"Well Sammy told me to tell you that he was ready to do whatever it takes to make the deal go through, and if at all possible he wants it done so that when the old man gets released from the Hospital he can just move into our house instead of going back out to the ranch."

"Holly shit, he told you that!"

"Yes and he said he told his lawyer to draw up the agreement just like you told him and he would sign it today, and he also upped the cash to $15,000 for us if we'll get moved out by Friday as that's when the doctors told him his dad would be released and able to go home."

"Damn, Sammy's serious huh!"

"Serious enough to close the store the rest of the week so I can be off to move!"

"I'll go straight to the U-Haul place and get us a truck. What about Sammy's dad and the caretaker?"

Mom actually laughed at my question saying, "Son, you know Sammy... he hired Red Ball Express to go out to the ranch this morning with a semi trailer truck and 6 men and move them out! The damn truck is sitting in front of our house sticking out like a sore thumb right now!"

"Okay Mother, here we go! I'll meet you at home as soon as I can get the truck, I might need you to give uncle Ed a call and tell him it's all right to let me have it though."

Uncle Ed was what we called a really good friend of our family. He had dated one of the aunts early on but it didn't work out even though they dated off and on for quite a number of years. We just took to calling him uncle Ed and that's how it was.

"Don't worry I already did and it's not a problem with him, he's letting us have a truck for a couple of days at no charge."

"Mother."

"Yes, dear."

"I love you!"

"I love you too dear, please hurry!"

"Bye."

I hung up and went straight out to the bike and fired it up and didn't wait for Jackie this time! When I got to the station, Ed was there and had everything ready for me. I just signed the papers for insurance and got the keys. It was a new Ford box truck with a lift gate. I lowered the gate and rolled the dike onto it and rode the metal plank up with the bike. I rolled it inside and used three straps to secure the bike in the truck bed and jumped out of the back and lowered the door. In the cab of the new Ford I started it up and noticed the gas gauge read full. I was happy about that!

This day was turning out to be much better than it started out to be!

When I got to the house Mom and I had a short running conversation as I maneuvered the bike as far forward in the truck as it would go and strapped it down securely.

"You're going to leave the bike in there?"

"Yeah, it's going out to our new house in the first load."

"Our new house?" Mother asked before she caught on and said, "Oh, our NEW house!" and chuckled at herself.

"Let's take the bedroom stuff first Mom, because all that stuff will fit up here standing and then the dining room table and chairs next and the couch and easy chair last."

We got busy tearing down the bed frames and loading them. Hardest were the mattresses but we managed.

"Where are the men that belong with that truck?" I was curious.

"They took off as soon as it got here knowing that we weren't out yet. I suppose they'll be back in the morning to unload."

"Well if we are gonna do this right we should clean the house really good as we empty each room so that there isn't anything needing to be done before they move stuff in. I'll bet Sammy will appreciate that don't you think?"

Mother was already heading for the kitchen to get all the cleaning stuff and we had another chore to do as we emptied the rooms.

The cleaning only added a few more minutes to each room's vacancy and we were pretty much done by midnight. The truck was packed top to bottom front to back with everything. We had lived pretty modestly so there wasn't all that much to move really. Most of the dishes and clothes were in Mom's back seat of her car and what wouldn't go there was in mine. The cars looked like they were from a traveling carnival or something.

It was late, too late for us to try to go out to the ranch in the dark and try to unload and do anything tonight, and neither one of us had eaten either so we both were starved.

"Get in!" I told Mother indicating the truck.

"Where are we going in this thing?" she asked, her foot on the running board, but she was not making an effort to get in.

"Well either we need to go get a room for the night and find something to eat... or we need to start unloading this stuff so we can get some sleep and if I'm going to unload, I'd just as soon drive our asses out to the ranch and do it there even in the dark!

"Also Mother I want you strip off your pants and the underwear you're wearing even though I told you not to."

"Now?"

"Right now and right there!"

We were outside in the driveway of the house and I was in the driver's seat of the truck, the passenger door was open and Mom was standing there by the opening ready to climb in. She reached down and slipped off her shoes and put them on the seat of the truck. Unbuttoned her slacks and zipped down the zipper, the slacks opened into a wide "V" in front and she just stood there for a second or two letting me stare at her. She slowly hooked her thumbs into each side making sure to hook the underwear too and pushed down smoothly bending at the waist until the pile was at her ankles. She stepped out of the pile and then bent down to retrieve the clothes and holding them in one hand she used the other to climb up into the truck.

Outwardly she looked fine as she still had on her blouse and appeared dressed, but she was totally naked sitting on the seat of that truck. I chuckled.

"What?"

"Now you need to finger yourself."

"What!"

"You need to open those beautiful firm thighs and use your fingers to rub your pussy until you climax."

"Now?"

"Right now."

She did as I asked and began but I could tell her heart really wasn't in it.

"Mother."

She looked over at me questioningly.

"Fold your slacks and put them behind the seats, you won't need them any more tonight and let me have the panties."

She again did as I asked.

"Are we going to a drive in?" 

"No."

She gave me a sharp look saying, "What have you got on your mind Son?"

"What ever it is... isn't going to start until you do!"

She smiled then and resigned herself to the task at hand. Leaning back in her seat she dug right in so to speak and began using her fingers in earnest on her pussy. It only took just a very short time until the cab of the truck smelled of horny woman!

I started the engine and backed out of the driveway.

"Where are we going this time of night?"

"Well I thought it might be a good idea to pay a return visit to your admirer."

Mom's eye's shot wide and she jolted upright in the seat almost breaking her hand in her sopping wet pussy, "You mean Pam?"

"Yeah... the thought crossed my mind."

"Are you crazy?"

"Look it's almost 1 am and if I'm guessing right anything that Pam and her Father were going to do, they've already done. He'll be out like a light as every old man I know is at this hour and she will be the one to tend the night desk. Hell you'll probably have to ring a bell to get her out to the desk anyway, and in that case she won't know your naked from the waist down until you walk away and you can say or do that anyway you like. Sometimes it's good to surprise people with nakedness and I think Pamela voyeur is one of those people!"

Mom smiled now and I knew she had made up her mind. When we arrived I pulled in the opposite side and went around the office with the truck so Mom's side would be hidden from the bar and closer to the door of the office. If Pam gave us a room on this side I could just back the damned truck up to it.

Mom smiled at me again and leaned over to me so she could kiss me solidly, then opened the door and was out. I noticed the soaked panties in her hand as she opened the office door and slipped inside. I tried to look through the window into the office and could just make out my Mother standing there, I could not see her top only the naked bottom pressed up against the desk. It was a tall chest high desk so she was covered easily as long as she kept against it.

She was talking and I could see the wavering of her body from the animated conversation, then her hand holding the wet panties went up and there was more conversation and then the hand dropped open and empty as Mother turned and slowly walked out of the office and back to the truck. I first heard, then saw Pam rushing to the office window for a second look. Mom opened the door and as she climbed in she strained and I knew that was to spread herself for Pam's benefit as she made the high step into the seat.

"Number 8, straight back." Mom said, then looking at me she added, "And hurry!"

I already had the truck in reverse and hadn't killed the motor so I just took my foot off the brake and we were moving backwards. I watched as we went and noticed the bright shiny number plates on each cabin and Mom was right, number 8 was straight back. I backed the truck up beside the room like I had the office and stopped when Mom's side was within a few feet of the door. I looked at her and asked, "Are you ready to squirt your juices all over Pam's face Mother?"

"Oh God am I! If we don't hurry this up I'll do it out here in the fucking parking lot, you've got me so hot!"

I opened my door and put on my act telling Mom loudly that I was going next door to get us a bite to eat and to wait up for me. Then I slammed the truck door and walked to the bar. I knew from past experience exactly which table to go to so that the truck and cabin would be visible.

I ordered a couple of burgers, cokes and fries and sat and waited.

The truck was blocking the cabin but not the light and I could see Pam's shadow move along the length of the truck and back toward the front of our cabin and I knew she was making the move. I also knew Mother was waiting for her and had already laid out her needs to Pam so Pam certainly knew what Mom wanted from her. No surprises. The to go food came and I paid the check. I was in a hurry to get into position because I knew Mom would go off like a roman candle as soon as Pam's tongue slide inside her. It wouldn't take Pam much to set Mom off because she was already primed to the max.

I walked quickly to the truck and then around it to the cabin side and then as quietly as I could on the gravel, up onto the porch of the cabin. I steadied my self and tried to calm down so that I could listen and maybe hear some of what was going on in there. My damned heart was beating like a bass drum in marching band and it was almost all I could hear. Then there were moans, something was said and another louder moan, silence and then there was an unmistakable loud moan as my Mother came.

I stepped back judging the light of the porch so that I would get the best view of Pam as she exited our room. I also began thinking of what I wanted to say to her right at that moment. I sat the bag of food and 2 cokes on the side of the porch out of the way of the step and was ready for Pam.

I heard some voices and knew it was over and then the door opened and just as I thought Pam's attention was on my Mother's beautiful body back in the room and she wasn't thinking of anyone being out here in the night air as she stepped out onto the lighted porch.

She had magnificent breasts, firm and very little sag! They were the size of large oranges. My favorite part though were her very aroused nipples standing out at least a half an inch on each areola. Damn these were really nice tits! I almost reached out to grab one but caught myself at the last minute and held my hand at my side.

"Damn Pamela! Your sure looking good tonight!" I said to her. Because she was sideways to me in the doorway I could see across her entire chest. The breasts were magnificent but her Mom's juices were all over them and her neck and mouth. She was as soaked in Mom's cum as I had ever been. Her head jerked around to me when she heard my voice and she went totally red faced!

She was momentarily stunned into silence until she saw where my eyes were looking. She followed the gaze to her hardened nipples that were dripping cum juice. She proudly thrust her chest forward to better display her tits and said, "Oh, your Mother was just telling me that she had some nice body cream that would keep my skin soft and didn't have a bad taste, what do you think?"

I bent down and placed my lips around her left nipple and sucked it hard, very hard, and she jerked at the sudden sensation but did not dislodge my mouth from her hardened flesh. I swirled my tongue around the wrinkled stiffness in my mouth a couple of times and she let out a quiet little moan and her hand came up behind my head and stroked letting me know she approved.

I raised back up and whispered, "Damned if that creme doesn't taste really good, Pamela, you should use it all the time if you can."

Her eyes flashed at me in a knowing look as if asking if I actually knew about her situation, and then the bright smile washed over her and she said,"Oh I intend to get some every time your beautiful Mother will allow me to." Then I smiled broadly at her and said, "Well I sure hope so, and you will let me know if I can help you with that, won't you?"

She stepped into me then pressing her wonderful tight breasts against me as she brushed past and off the porch saying, "I sure will if I need any help, but I think your Mom's okay with me doing it already so maybe you can help me out in some other way sometime?" and she was walking briskly away.

I went into the cabin and Mother lay there sprawled out akimbo on the bed, legs up almost in parallel, pussy wide open and her arms were above her head grasping the metal headboard of the bed. She looked like one of those BDSM photos except there weren't any ropes or restraints holding her. I was already stripping as I went to her. Her eyes fluttered just slightly as my weight shifted the bed and the springs groaned under me.

"Baby, you're back." she was still trembling from the tremendous orgasm that Pam had given her. I just slithered up her open body holding my weight off her with elbows and knees, which worked well until my cock made contact with her open vulva. The open labial lips seemed to cling to my cock and pull me in toward her hot wet chasm. I felt every little cell of our skin touch and caress. She moaned loudly at the contact and imminent intrusion but her feet seemed to snap up onto my back and her arms came down around my neck in a loving hug that nearly took my breath away. The moment the crown of my member came to her opening she thrust her pelvis forward and then up enveloping all of me in that one fluid loving motion.

We just lay there together motionless for a few seconds until she stirred again and began a slow rocking. I kissed her and tasted her. Pam had kissed her too and after eating her, but I liked that. It is not often that you get to taste a woman's sweet nectar from her own lips! I rolled us over slowly and carefully so as not to break the spell we were under here in this bed in this place.

"Was it wonderful Mother?"

"Yes baby, it was just... just... wonderful." I could tell that she had been searching for another word to describe the encounter with Pam but the one I had used was the best so she just repeated it.

"Does she have a nice hot tongue? And does she know how to use it?"

"Yes... and oh yes!"

Mother was on top of me and grinding her clit into my hard pelvic bone like crazy. Having just cum she could do this as the fight to keep from cumming wasn't strong yet in her, but I was so close I didn't know if I could hold off much longer!

"Stop Mother." I said it simply as a request and not as a demand. She did stop her motions but was looking at me with a hurt expression on her face.

"Turn over Mom."

She did and her ass was firmly planted on my lower abdomen. I reached down and put my cock at her entrance again and without being told she slid forward a few inches and impaled herself on me.

Now I started a slow steady pumping motion into her.

My hands came up over her legs and I started gently rubbing her inner thighs as I pumped into her.

"Was it nice having Pamela caressing your thighs Mother?" I kissed her neck as she murmured in agreement. My fingers were stroking her thighs on both sides now gently prying them more open as I did.

I stroked higher with my left and brought a finger to her pussy and allowed it to gather the juice that liberally coated my cock sawing in and out of her. I used this finger to rub, circle and tease her little clit as I slowly fucked her from behind.

She moaned in the pleasure of my attention. I wanted her relaxed and open for the last climax of the night, but I also wanted to titillate her senses with the talk.

"Did she use her mouth on your clit and tease it with her tongue at the same time?"

I was lightly circling her clit with my wet fingertip while I asked her this.

"Yes."

"When you came and squirted in her face and on her tits, was she surprised?"




Millie Ch. 08



"Yes!"

"Was it a happy surprise or a not so happy surprise?"

"Oh, it was a happy surprise alright!"

"She liked it then?"

"She loved it!"

"That's good to know because I would like for her to get lots more of it!"

"You like me having sex with other women Son?"

"Yes, except I want to watch next time!"

"You could have stayed here tonight, when I went into the office and she saw it was me... she was hot then... but when I offered her my soaked panties for a discount on the room she practically crawled over that damned high desk!" Mom giggled. "She couldn't give me a room quick enough and when I asked for one of the one's straight back... Pam asked me if you wanted to watch... I swear I wanted to say yes... but I didn't want to change the plan so I told her no and she actually looked disappointed."

"I would have loved to have seen her face buried in your hot pussy Mommy."

"Oh God! Oh God! I'm going to cum again! Oh God!"

I knew she couldn't squirt because of my cock and that was exactly the reason I had her on me like she was. As she came and her hot pussy pulsed around me, so did I. I lunged up into her as far as I could and tensed every muscle I had in a strong climax! I pumped jet after jet up into her womb. We settled together and relaxed. In a short time she began to move off me and we just rolled to the side... spooning and talked quietly. I explained my plan to my Mother for our marriage and she cried silently tears of joy at the proposal as now she knew I had been serious when I asked her. I held her close and we fell dead asleep just as we were.

We hadn't set an alarm but the sun streaming in awoke us first thing. We grabbed a communal shower together and I admit it was fun as we actually fucked in the shower with Mom just hopping up on me and sliding down a little to get me into her and then I held her against the wall and pounded her mercilessly until she came and I followed. It was nice to be in a place where there was seemingly unlimited hot water!

We didn't bring anything into the room so there wasn't anything to take when we left. I was glad to get away before George was out and about anyway. We had to return to the house to get one of the cars.

Sammy was there of course and we talked a little. He was so grateful we had made the move as quickly as we had and also that we had cleaned behind ourselves so that his Dad and the caretaker could move right in.

After a little hoopla with Sammy, Mom got the keys to the ranch and since my car was out I had to let her drive the truck and I followed in the car. 

It wasn't too long of a drive and we got there easily. Mom parked in the driveway and let herself into the house to begin the cleaning process. I set about repairing the garage door hinge first so that we could have it for the cars and storage and a secure place to keep my bike. I liked this huge old garage because it was at least a 4 car affair and there was plenty of room, and it had been built in the old style using 12 inch by 12 inch main beams and 6 by 6 inch stringers. The walls were 4 by 4 inch posts instead of the normal 2 by 4's, and they had been buried in triple size holes and concrete had been poured all the way around as a footing for the walls. Strong and solid. It would take a bulldozer to get into it if it was locked properly and I was assuring myself of that right at this very moment.

When I was finished I turned the truck and backed it to the front door of the place so that we could begin unloading as soon as Mom was ready. I then went inside to see what was up and what I could do to help.

The place was a mess. Mom wasn't anywhere in sight either. I found her in the kitchen cleaning the mess there. She had a large garbage barrel from outside sitting in the middle of the floor and it was overflowing with crap. I started for it first knowing where the garbage pile was I just drug it behind me as I knew it was far too heavy to lift. I drug it outside and saw another one twenty or thirty yards away so I went to it and it had a little junk in it but I didn't care about that right now. I carried that one in and put it in the same place the other one had been.

I spotted a tractor I hadn't seen before over behind the garage so after dragging the can to the ranch dump and emptying it I took it with me to investigate the tractor. It had a front loader attachment and a blade rear attachment on it already. The key was in it so I hopped up on the seat and tried it. I pulled the choke and tried it again and it fired right up. I let it warm a few minutes and while it was doing that I got the trash barrel into the scoop and raised it. I found the controls for the rear blade and raised that too. Then it was off to the back porch!

I killed it at the porch and lowered and leveled the bucket. I got the barrel out and rolled it inside and began to help fill them both up again. Who would ever have believed that people could live in so much garbage! I guess it wasn't too hard to believe when you thought about it, two old men and the garbage dump about 500 feet away. They just didn't bother most of the time until they just absolutely had to and then it was a chore to take a regular trash bag full out.

Mom and I filled the two 55 gallon drums three more times each, but of course the dumping was much easier for me as I just put them on the bucket and drove them over there with the tractor! The old caretaker probably didn't know how to start it up much less operate it. Shame really, but that's part of what got us here!

By noon the kitchen was pretty much in shape and the dining room was clean enough to set the table in. Mom was all sweaty and looks so fucking good I want to have her for lunch! She's sweaty and her white t-shirt is clinging to her breasts like second skin, nipples dark and hard and showing like the wet cotton was steamy glass. Hes ass is as pert as any 18 year old I knew and her legs started at that fine little pert ass and went all the way to the ground! Hot damn she was an attractive woman... and the best part was... she was my attractive woman!

"Mom, it's either the table or a bed."

"Oh crap Son, you can't be serious, I'm sweaty and I stink!"

"Come here then!"

I pulled her to me and pulled the button of the slacks open and down and the zipper slid down too. I went to my knees there on the kitchen floor and pressed her slacks to the floor and she stepped out of them. She wasn't wearing panties. I looked first at her mound, smooth, slick and inviting as I leaned forward to touch my extended tongue to it I peered up into her eyes with all my love. She opened her legs and bowed her knees to allow me full access. I tongued her as deep as I could as quickly as I could and then zeroed in on that clit. I sucked it in and twiddled it with the tip of my tongue until she moaned loudly and her knees weakened. I redoubled my efforts and was rewarded seconds later with the warm rush of fluid from her inner depths. She melted there and put a quick hand on the back wall to steady herself from falling as I was busily licking up as much of the liquid love as I could.

The front of my t-shirt was soaked and I loved it. She just looked down at me and said. "You know that's going to make you smell like pussy don't you?"

"No it's not Mother, it's going to make me smell like your wonderful pussy and I love your wonderful pussy!"

She shook her head at me and rolled her eyes.

"Bedroom next?" I asked her.

"If we don't we need to at least get a closet empty so that we can empty out your car and get the truck unloaded into that garage and back to Ed."

"Well since it's already 1:30 in the afternoon we'd better go take a look and see how bad it's going to be before we decide what we want to do."

We did and it was just horrible. Neither of us figured we could get it clean enough in a full day of trying, much less before dark. It was one thing to load our stuff after dark in a place we had lived for 11 years and completely another to try to clean and organize a place we hadn't been in for only a few hours. Mom wanted to work on it and shooed me out of there.

I wandered out back to the old bunkhouse. I had pried off the boards at the door last time I was here so it was easy to get in. It was just as I had imagined it was, a kitchen/cooking/dining room on this end, walled off with a door leading into the main room with what appeared to be 10 old hard steel spring bunks and then another wall and doorway leading into the large two stall shower on one side and the two stool partitioned toilet on the other. There was an access door at the far end and I opened it. Inside I found a huge 500 gallon water heater and a heating unit. No air conditioning for the cow hands.

This place was clean and livable. I went back outside and around to the end where all the utilities were connected. I opened the electrical circuit breaker box first and as I suspected all the breakers except one were off so I flipped each several times and left all of them on. The main breaker had never been shut off. The one that was left on was marked "pump" and I had an idea why it had been left on. Water would evaporate and could be refilled from the well, but if the pump was shut off for a long period of time it would dry out and all of the internal seals would be dry cracked and useless. A new pump costs about $1500 to $2000 and it was cheaper to just let it run!

The other breakers were kitchen, Kitchen, lights, and lights. Basic breakers. All were on now and I needed to test the water to make sure there wasn't a leak or too much rust build up in the old pipes. I found a faucet outside and turned it on. The water that came out was reddish brown for the first few seconds and then ran out crystal clear! That was very good. I next spotted the big tank of LPG and checked the valve. It was off too. I went back in and checked all the valves inside to make certain they were all off then returned and opened the main valve at the big tank.

Inside I lit a candle I found in a drawer in the kitchen and ran it along the pipe from the wall to the stove, no flame. I then walked along to the rear and did the same with the burner for the big hot water tank. No leaks. I looked carefully and found one long burner type heater in the main room and checked it too but found no leaks. I felt pretty good and returned and opened the valve to the hot water heater and pressed the red button on the valve and heard the little hiss so I lit the pilot light. I released the button and the pilot light stayed lit. I checked the thermostat and turned it up from 50 to 125 degrees and the burner popped on with a whoosh. I watched it for a minute or two and then went to check out the stove. Turned the valve and repeated the pilot light lighting for the oven and it too worked like a champ. All the burners lit. Nice!

I turned on both sink spigots and let the water run clear then turned them off. I went to the toilets and checked , they both were full and both flushed without a hitch. I crossed over and checked the showers, same thing, reddish for a few seconds and then crystal clear. I shut them off and headed back out to the kitchen and gave it one more try and the water came out clear on the first try. We were in business. I re-arranged a few of the bunks the way I wanted and figured it was all set.

I nearly ran up to the house and got back into the truck. I shuffled it over to the garage and started unloading in earnest. I got everything off except one box springs and one mattress and those I leaned against the side of the truck while I unloaded the bike. Once I was done it was nearing dark so I went to get Mother.

Mom was still busting her ass in the one bedroom and had made remarkable progress. It actually looked like we might be able to clean it tomorrow and move into it a day or two after that!

"Ready to give it up for today Mom?"

"We ain't sleeping here Son! I just couldn't get it done today and might not get it done tomorrow even if I have all day!" she was tired and it showed.

"It's okay Mom, we've got all week. Sammy ain't gonna give us no shit after what you did for his old man."

"I guess not, but I really wanted to be able to get this place where we could move in at least by tomorrow dammit!"

"Well I gotta go unload a couple of things down at the bunk house and I'll need your help to get them in so come on and let's get this one last thing done and go get cleaned up."

She wiped her forehead with her shirt tail and took a big sigh, "Yeah, I guess I'm all done in here for the night anyway, let's go!"

"You bring the car and follow me, okay Mom?" I knew she was tired and probably wouldn't even question the need for the car to be down there, and I was right, she just went over and got in without a single word and off we went.

I backed the truck close to the door and motioned for Mom to park the truck next to the truck.

"I didn't know this place was even out her Son." she said as she looked the building over.

"It might just surprise you Mom, go ahead on in while I get things ready to unload."

She went ahead of me and I just let her explore on her own while I drug the mattress and box springs onto the lift gate nad let them down. Mom was yelling at me.

"When did you do all this?"

"Mom, there really wasn't all that much to do, just a little flipping of some breakers and lighting pilot lights is all. Of course it all needs a little cleaning and dusting still."

"Holly shit there's hot water out here?"

"500 gallons of it honey!"

She hit me full on in a hug like I hadn't had in a very long time! "It's perfect!" she yelled.

"No it's not, there isn't any food and no dishes for us to eat from if we did have something to cook, but there is hot water for a shower and lots of it, and if you'll help me we can have a bed in here in a few minutes!"

She smiled at me then, "And we have our clothes in the car too!"

"Yes if we just unload and then go into town, return the truck and get your car to bring back, we'll have everything but food and we could stop at the Mart and get a few things just for tomorrow. I forgot to check the refrigerator so you might want to pop it open and see how bad it smells and if it's working!"

She opened the door and it was clean and cold and had very little odor. Whoever the last person out here was, was a good housekeeper!

It only took us a few minutes to set the box springs and mattress on the bunks I had arranged. They were sideways and the double bed arrangement fit just barely with a little room to spare. We unloaded the clothes and stored them in the shelves and open pipe hanging clothes space. The shelves were dusted off easily and didn't need much else surprisingly.

We were set up pretty nice out here and could now take our time cleaning and fixing up the big house. No rush, not any more. It was only a little after 6 when we got the bed set and the clothes unloaded. When we returned with the other car we would have everything else we needed except groceries and we'd make a stop before coming back for that. We each showered and changed and both felt fresh and renewed.

We were finally ready to begin our new life.