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Never Doubt I Love

By: MaryAnderson



In retrospect I had no one to blame but myself. I love clothes. I can't remember when I didn't. I wanted to be a designer. Mom thought that impractical and said I should be nurse. After all, Mom suggested, with my looks I could rope-in a doctor husband. Chasing dreams was something rich people did. So I was in college, in my second year of a pre-nursing program and I hated it. Every minute of every day, I hated it.

So what did I do? I met Charles Clinton. He was from a good family, one of those families my mother approved of, and he offered an out. He would take care of me and save me from a career I detested. That he was as controlling as my mother, telling me what to wear and what to do, was a red flag I choose not to see. 

I am more self-forgiving as to a second, more obscure red flag. Charles would assume that I would be grateful that a rich man like him would choose a poor girl like me. He expected, after we married, to have carte blanche to do what he pleased. 

Of course, it was not only my mother, but everyone else who seemed to think it was a great idea. Well, almost everyone. I had a high school teacher, Janet Prosnit, whom I held in awe. After I graduated the seven year difference in our ages seemed unimportant; she became a friend I loved and adored. She had always urged me to pursue my dream, a career in fashion. When I talked to her about Charles, she suggested I think it over real hard. 

And now for a third and, I promise, my final act of self-remonstration. I could have said no the night we made love without protection.

His family was not happy about the union, but I worked hard to win their approval and while I can't say I fully overcame their reservations, I was far more dutiful daughter than he a son. They could, and did, depend on me and if not their unconditional love, I won their respect.

Unfortunately for his relationship with his macho father, our son inherited my love of design. It wasn't clothes, it was drawing and comic books. Charles signed his son up for football, baseball, soccer, and basketball. Rick dutifully participated. He just wasn't particularly good.

After Rick's failure in sports Charles, to Rick's immense relief, paid minimal attention to him, leaving Rick free to pursue his interests. I was not my mother, I fully encouraged him. Thus, during the summer before his senior year in high school when he expressed a desire to go to New York to visit the Parsons School of Design and the School of Visual Arts, the country's leading graphic design schools, I was supportive. His father said no.

"I am not sending my son to college to learn to draw!"

I brokered a compromise. Rick was about to turn eighteen. My birthday was a week after his. How about a family trip to New York as a dual birthday present? Charles, reluctantly, agreed and said he'd come along, a proposal I would have abhorred more - I didn't want to go to New York to watch baseball games - if I wasn't sure Charles would find a reason to back out of the trip. A cultural trip with his family in New York was most certainly not his thing. When one came up he started imposing arbitrary financial restrictions on the trip - it was his way of showing who was in charge. Charles decided Rick and I would share a suite at the Ritz-Carlton. I argued that there were far cheaper places to stay where Rick and I could have separate rooms, but Charles was adamant: his wife would get the best. However, his "pussy" son did not need his own room. He could sleep on the couch.

Rick seemed unoffended; he had long ago taken the measure of his father.

Rick, who had also assumed his father would bail on the trip, had insisted on planning our vacation. He had, he said, a thousand ideas and plenty of surprises for his mother. Especially day one. Day one was my birthday. 

We touched down in New York on Friday evening, making it to the hotel with only enough time to unpack, brush our teeth, and hit the sack. The bed was huge and I offered to share it with Rick. He declined, heading for the couch.

He was up early the next morning, bringing me a cup of coffee in bed. "Happy birthday Mom. Today you get anything you want, whether you're supposed to have it or not."

He then unveiled his "suggested" schedule. He had done his research; it exceeded my imagination. We started out by visiting the museum at the Fashion Institute of Technology, famous for its collection of gay and lesbian inspired clothing, and then the more traditional fashion collection at Metropolitan Museum of Art. 

We went to lunch at Jungsik, a Korean-French restaurant. I scanned the menu: sea urchin, octopus, squid.

"Your Dad would never come here."

"That's sort of the point."

I had three glasses of wine and we went shopping at Lavin's and Bloomingdale's. Rick encouraged me to buy whatever I wanted. I checked the prices. 

"You're father will have a fit."

"He'll have a fit no matter what we do. And remember today's theme: you get anything you want, whether you're supposed to have it or not."

That, at least to a woman with three glasses of wine in her, made perfect sense. I bought several outfits, sexier than I would normally.

We got back to the hotel and I, still buzzed, lay down, my head on my son's leg, and fell asleep. I woke about forty-five minutes later, slightly groggy. My son, just getting out of the shower, was wearing a towel. I inspected his body. I had not realized how long and lean he was. My husband was broad shouldered and barrel chested, Rick's body was much closer to my slender build. I had let my husband's criticism of Rick's athleticism and sport of choice, bicycling, influence me. Rick was far from the chiseled body builder my husband idealized, but he was lithe and muscular.

"You better get ready. We got places to go."

"What are you talking about?"

He pointed to the pillow next to me. It was Fashion Week in New York and sitting there were two invitations to the show of my favorite designer.

I held them up. I stared. "Ohmigod! How did, where, how, ohmigod, thank you." I felt tears well-up. I wiped them away.

"Now aren't you glad we went shopping?"

* * * *

I looked in the mirror. I wasn't going to compete with the ladies on the runway, but still, I thought I looked pretty good. Through the years of my marriage I had maintained my figure and I still carried only 115 pounds on my five foot six inch frame. I had also discovered one nice thing about the B breasts I had complained about when I was a teenager; at thirty-eight they remained pert and firm. 

I went with a simple strapless coral dress that hung to my knees. The dress was sexy, but understated, and it showed off my shoulders and back. It went well with my caramel brown hair, which flowed past my shoulder blades, green eyes, and lightly tanned skin. The shoes, well there I got a bit impractical, choosing ivory open-toed evening sandals with 3½ inch heels. Some simple gold earrings and a bracelet completed the look.

The evening was fabulous, as fabulous and magical and sexy as I imagine any evening could be. Rick and I were surrounded my beautiful men and women and beautiful clothes. A bit intimidated by the crowd, I stayed at his side and when we walked back to our hotel we held hands. Once in the room I gave him a big hug and poured out my appreciation. When done Rick placed his open hand on the side of my face and said, "It's how you should be treated every day," and kissed my lips. 

I was already aroused - how could you spend an evening like that and not be - and felt a sudden explosion down below. I put my hand on his shoulder and closed my eyes, realizing that I was waiting for another kiss. He didn't deliver. Instead he sat me on the edge of the bed. "Let's get these off you." He took off my shoes and cradled my feet. "Are they sore? You don't often wear heels all evening."

My voice was almost meek. "A bit."

He went to the bathroom and returned with a warm wet wash cloth that he used to clean my feet. He rotated my ankles and toes clockwise and counterclockwise and then pulled on each toe. He applied lotion to his hands and walked his thumbs over the soles, pushing deep, finding the pressure points. Turning to the balls of my feet, he moved his thumbs in semicircles, working back and forth, and then focused on my soles, the massage starting at the top and ending at the heel. He finished by cupping his hands and sliding his palms and fingers forcefully up and down my feet. It was wonderful. I could get used to this.

"How do they feel?"

"Much better. Oh Rick, this has been the best day of my life."

He lay on the bed next to me. "They should all be like this, but today's not over yet. Remember our theme: you get anything you want, whether you're supposed to have it or not." 

He kissed my forehead. I thought about how I had wanted him to kiss me again when we first got back to our room. I opened my mouth, running my tongue along my lips, inviting him to do so again. He tilted his head and kissed my lips. I kissed him back and when he returned for another peck, I worked my lips against his, flexing my jaw. He broke the kiss and took my head in his hands, bending it forward to kiss my forehead, kissed my mouth and eyes, turned my head to the side and took an ear lobe in his mouth and, oh so carefully, dragged his teeth across it.

Up until that point I had been quiet, unwilling to make the slightest noise fearful of disrupting the perfection of the moment, but I let out a low long moan, "Unnhhhh..."

Rick whispered in my ear. "I've always thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world."

We moved up the bed. I lay on my back, he next to me. He turned to face me, propping his head up on an elbow. His other hand was traipsing down the side of my body. We resumed kissing. It was like being back in high school, when kissing was not just a step on the way to another place, but an end in itself. I explored his mouth. After awhile he pushed me away and again kissed my mouth, my cheeks, my nose, my chin, my ears; his face wore a radiant smile. His hand had become bolder, his fingertips were gently caressing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I spread my legs; my moans were louder and insistent. I needed more.

His hand slipped under my loose fitting dress, it's heel sitting on top of my panties. He cupped my pussy. 

I stiffened, not sure what to do. Then his voice again, "Remember, whether you're supposed to or not." He squeezed and kneaded my pussy mound. The soaking wet lips of my sex slid against each other. He shifted the position of his hand so its heel sat on my clitoris and worked his fingers along my labia and pussy lips through the panties. He rocked the heel of his hand on my clit.

"Oh Rick," I said, acknowledging who he was for the first time, "Ahhhh...uhhhmmmm." I pushed my hips, and clit, into his hand. 

His pulled up my dress so it was above my waist. A single finger, starting at the top of my labia, slipped under my panties and slowly, ever so slowly, surfed through the moisture to the opening of my vagina. It massaged my pussy lips, sending shivers throughout me. My vagina swelled and spread, the lips of my pussy opened. He placed the tip of his finger inside me and it sank inside as my vaginal spasms drew down as if it was standing on quicksand.

He twisted it around, rubbing the interior walls of my snatch. I was murmuring in delight when I felt a sharp explosion of pleasure. So there was such a thing as a g-spot! I held his upper arm and moaned. 

"Am I'm doing it right?"

"Oh, yes!"

He kept moving inside me, sometimes returning to my g-spot, delighting it with the tip of his finger. I was getting wetter and wetter. Drops of juice ran down my thighs and butt. The walls of my vagina swelled and ballooned, opening themselves to him. 

My son noticed too. "I can feel how turned on you're getting. You're so incredibly wet. Your pussy..."

When he said that word I groaned, pushing my sex against him.

He shifted position to pull off my panties. I lifted my ass to help. He was looking directly at my sex.

"Your pussy, Mom, its changing colors, from pink to red to purple. It must dig my finger."

"Yes, oh please."

"The lips of your cunt..."

I felt a new explosion inside.

"The lips of your cunt, they're swelling, flattening out, your cunt is opening up to me."

His finger left my vagina.

I started to object, "Oh no, please," but then it rolled over my clitoris.

"Unnhhhh."

It stopped just above the button and stretched the skin up.

"Your clit is beautiful Mom. I can see it. Its growing."

A finger, maybe two, touched it, bumped it, stroked it.

"Oh my god...Ahhhhhh..." 

Blood filled my breasts. My nipples stiffened. I started to reach for them, I wanted to plunge my hand inside my dress and play with them. Then I heard the voice of Charles, my husband, criticizing me when I tried anything new in bed.

Rick noticed my hesitation. He kissed me and, his voice soft, said, "If you want to play with your perfect breasts..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhh."

"...you should do so. You should have everything you want."

I took them in my hands, squeezing and kneading, my thumbs working the sensitive nipples. 

The pleasure from my breasts merged with that from my clit as Rick trapped it between his fingers. My pulse rate jumped. My skin heated up and took on a gentle red hue.

I was floating on a celestial plateau, my body suffused with pleasure. Rick's pinkie returned to my vagina, teasing the swollen entrance. 

"Your snatch, Mom, its wonderful. So tight. I can feel it squeezing my finger. You've got such a beautiful pussy Mom."

The pressure was building inside me, desperate to escape. I was a pressure cooker waiting to explode. My clittie retracted, pulling back into my body. Rick's fingers followed it, continuing their sweet torture, upping the tension, increasing it until I thought it would tear me apart.

I worked my breasts harder. My entire body was straining. My heart rate shot up; I was gulping in air.

Then all the tension, all the pressure, all the muscular and nervous energy, all of it, in less than a moment, released in an explosion of pure sexual bliss. It was the most intense, most profound physical experience of my life. It was like a seizure, or a series of convulsions, incorporating my entire body. I jackknifed on the bed, my head and stomach bouncing from the mattress, my arms and legs flailing in the air. Then, suddenly, all I was relaxed, utterly relaxed. I lay there; my body tingled. This is what sex should be.

Rick undressed me and in a voice thick with love said, "Are you going to wash up? You've always said getting the make-up off helps your skin."

My voice seemed far away and weak. "I'm sorry son, I can't move. I just want to lie here."

He got up and returned with bowl of water and a wash cloth. He cleaned my face. Then he laid down and wrapped an arm around me. He was fully clothed. 

"This was the best day of my life."

"They should all be Mom."

* * * *

I woke at 3:00 A.M. I reached for my son, but he was not there. There was a light on in the living room. In there I found him stripped to his underwear on the couch, asleep. On the table before him were drawings of my face with hair dangling to the middle of my back. I was beautiful. Is that how he saw me? I laid a blanket over him, kissed his forehead, turned off the light, and returned to bed.

* * * *

I slept in the next day. When I woke I heard Rick in the living room. I grabbed one of the thick bathrobes provided by the hotel and walked in. He was wearing a robe. His wet hair showed he'd showered. On the table before him were the drawings of me, but now my head was attached to the body of a muscular woman with enormous breasts in a one-piece spandex tank body suit.

He looked at me and then followed my gaze to the drawings.

"I was imagining you as a superhero."

I sat next to him, our legs touching. I took a drawing in my hands, studying it. Finally I said, "The drawings are wonderful son, but whoever that woman is, she stole my head."

It took him a second, but he got it, "All woman superheroes look like that; they've all got huge muscles, giant boobs, and wear tight clothes."

I put my arm around his shoulder and kissed his head. My body felt so good. Last night's orgasm was still rumbling around within me.

"I hear you, but think about my perspective. I look at that and think, you must not like my body, you want a woman who looks like that."

He looked at me, then at the drawing. He'd heard what I said, which is more than my husband ever did. He spent a minute or two looking at the drawings. "I hadn't thought about it that way. You're beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever known. I wouldn't change a thing. I'll sketch out a few new ideas."

I started a sentence, "About last night..." and stopped. What about last night? Where did I want to go with this?

He put the drawing down and took my hand in his, leaning into my body. "Mom, last night, before you feel asleep, you said it was the best day of your life. Did you mean it?"

"Yes."

"That's what I wanted it to be. Can we, at least for a little while, not try to figure out what else is was."

He was right. It had been a magical day. It should stay a magical day. 

"Okay honey." 

* * * *

That day was devoted to Rick. We spent the morning at the Museum of American Illustration and the rest of the day wandering New York City: we ate pizza, visited Greenwich Village and Strawberry Fields, and walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. We got back to the hotel in plenty of time to dress for Never Doubt I Love. It was to be our theater experience in New York.

We had chosen this show, in part, because it would never come to our home town. I'm still not sure how to describe it. It called itself immersive theater. Two and a half hours of wandering through several floors of interconnected warehouses while actors dashed from room to room performing pantomime montages inspired by Shakespeare's Hamlet. The rooms were dark and stuffed with junk, the electronic music thudded, and the attendees wore masks and dressed in black. The day before I had picked out a short black leather dress which displayed a bit of cleavage, a broad black belt, black boots, and black leggings. Rick wore a turtle neck and slacks.

I was nervous when we entered the warehouse, but soon relaxed and began to enjoy the experience. Not only was the performance otherworldly, but the variety of people attending - interracial couples, gay men, some people in grubby clothes, others in high fashion - were unknown in the world where I lived. I was especially struck by a lesbian couple, one a tall willowy blonde who looked like a model, the other in cropped hair and built like a spark plug. I imagined my husband's carping if he saw such a pairing.

We had been there about an hour when, standing on a balcony, we came upon a re-enactment of the play within the play in Hamlet. My son guided me to an open spot and stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my body. The electronic music was overpowering. 

I spotted the two women. The blonde was standing behind her partner, kissing and nibbling on her neck. There was no shame in their coupling. No one stared in disapproval. I scanned the people around me. Almost everyone, through a touch, a kiss, a caress, was expressing love for the person they were with. Everyone was wearing the prescribed masks. We were all anonymous. 

I turned my head and caught Rick's attention. I spoke, trying to tell him I loved him, but the music was far too loud for me to be heard. There was another way to say it; I kissed him, working my lips against his for several seconds. No tongue, but not a mother's kiss. I turned back to watch the performance. He understood. His arms tightened around me and I lay my hands over his. I was happy, content.


Never Doubt I Love Ch. 02



We spent two more days in New York, almost all of it in bed. Knowing my husband would assiduously check the bills, we did go out to eat – how could you explain forty-eight straight hours of room service – and bought tickets to events we had no intention of attending.

It was only after several celibate days back in Arkansas, however, that I truly understood the import of our trip. What had happened in New York was not a wild inexplicable fling. It became clear to me that I was smitten with my son, hopelessly in love with him. When I confessed my feelings to him he told me he'd been in love with me for years. And so while faithful to my husband in body, I left him in spirit. Rick became my husband or, more accurately, the husband I wished I had. He was the one I turned to for support, the one who listened to my fears and concerns, the one with whom I shared my emotions and intimacies, things important and unimportant, everything. I resigned from my marriage. My husband who for years had displayed only a passing interest in my life, didn't notice. 

In retrospect it is clear this arrangement couldn't last forever. What shook it loose was my husband's monthly poker game with his brother and some friends. Rick and I spent the evening cuddling on the couch watching a movie when Charles staggered through the door, drunk and stinking of cigars and cigarettes.

"Upstairs woman, I need some."

Rick, his stare intense and anger palatable, stood to confront his father. I put a hand on Rick's shoulder.

"It's okay dear, I can handle this."

Charles looked at his son's face.

"You got a problem, wimp? Your Mom needs a man right now. A man who knows how to fuck a stuck-up bitch like her." 

Then Charles turned his gaze back to me. He didn't like the look on my face either. "Pretending to be refined? Shit, you were trash when I found you and you'll be trash when I leave. Get your ass upstairs."

Rick was ready to pounce. I stepped between them. "Charles, I'm ready, let's go to bed."

I followed him upstairs and into our bedroom. He collapsed onto the bed, saying, "Just need to lay down a second," and fell asleep. His drunken snoring was deafening.

I'm not sure how long I'd been crying when Rick walked in. I buried my face in his shoulder and sobbed.

When I was temporarily cried out, he led me to the bathroom, where I washed my face. I followed him to his bedroom and lay next to him. I cried some more while he held me. Finally, exhausted, I lifted myself on an elbow and looked in his eyes.

"I love you Rick."

And then I kissed him. It was intended as an innocent act of affection, but a bolt of electricity shot through me. I had thought we had put the sex behind us, I thought I was too upset to be aroused. I thought wrong. I kissed him again, harder. Waves of heat cascaded though me. He kissed me back. His hands slid around my back and held me tight; his strong lips pressed against mine. I ran my hands to the inside of his thighs; my arm brushed his erection. His mouth parted and my tongue found his. They started with a frisky gambol that evolved into a sensual tango. I straddled him. My breasts pressed against his chest. My nipples hardened. I was desperate for him. I needed him. I pulled my shirt and bra over my head, tossing them aside. I unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his strong chest. I licked his nipples. I wanted to consume him whole. I pulled off his shirt; it joined mine on the floor.

He reached for my breasts, pushing them together. His thumbs swept over my areolas and then he captured the nipples between his index finger and thumb, squeezing them. "Mom, you have such wonderful breasts, they're beautiful, they're magnificent."

He pinched and rolled my nipples and, sensing my increasing arousal, kneaded my full breasts. The pleasure in my tits fed directly to my sex; my cunt ached with need and desire.

I lowered my chest; he made circular motions around my nipples with his tongue and then gently sucked them into his mouth. 

"Uhhhmmmm...."

He pushed my breasts together and alternated between my nipples, sucking and licking them with increasing force. My breath was ragged and my eyes watered with lust. I loved it. He moved his hands down to my ass, cupping and rubbing my ass cheeks. Another low moan escaped me. A shiver ran up my spine.

"I love you Mom...you're so beautiful." 

My pussy juice was flowing. I got to my knees, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his shorts, and pulled them down the length of his legs. He had already kicked off his sandals. His shorts and underwear joined my blouse and bra on the floor.

And there it was, my son's magnificent tool, hard and swinging free. The relentless cock that over four days in New York had shown me places I thought existed only in romance novels. God, I missed it. I grabbed its base and stroked it. Giving him my most innocent look, I said, "What do you want Mommy to do with this fat cock of yours?"

"Could you lick it? Suck me...suck it."

I opened my mouth and took him inside, blowing him, sucking him, licking him with manic intensity. My pussy was dripping hot; I loved it, this is what I was meant to do.

He jammed his cock hard into my mouth. I gagged and he pulled it out.

"I'm sorry Mom, got carried away."

"Honey, you don't need to apologize, its wonderful."

I grabbed hold of his dick; it was dripping with my saliva; I slid it over my face. I swallowed its dusty brown head, licked down the shaft, and sucked his balls into my mouth.

"Oh god Mom...I have to fuck you."

I looked up, nostrils flaring, spit dripping from the corners of my mouth, pushing the hair from my face. "Is that what you want son, you want to fuck me, you want to fuck your mother with this beautiful thing?" 

I stood, kicked off my shoes, and pushed my jeans down my body. "Honey, Mommy wants to fuck you so bad. I've wanted your cock back in me, dreamed about it. In the shower, in the morning, I rub myself thinking about our time together. Mama will never say no again."

I noticed he was looking past me, looking at my image in the mirror, staring at my ass. 

"You like Mommy's butt, don't you?"

"Yeah. I love your butt, how pretty it is. I think about it all the time."

I thought about the days I spent flipping through sex manuals, looking for something my husband might enjoy other than the missionary position, some change that might spice up what had become a dreary duty. I recalled a position I couldn't get him to try. What did they call it, the reverse mastery? I straddled my son, facing away from him, placing my legs alongside his torso and arms outside his legs. My breasts dangled below me, swinging above his knees. If he liked looking at my ass, it wasn't going to get much better than this. I could see our reflection in the bedroom mirror. He did also, we looked into each other's eyes.

"Honey, guide your cock into my pussy."

The head of his cock rub nestled in the opening of my vagina and slid, barely, inside. 

In this position I'd have full control of our movements, determining how fast and deep he'd penetrate me. I moved deliberately, wanting to revel in each sensation. I felt a quick sharp explosion. I stopped, absorbed in the momentary delight. In this position, I realized, his dick would ride right over my g-spot. This was going to be exquisite!

I held still, trying to capture, catalog, remember all the feelings. There'd be no going back, once I accepted my son as my lover in our home, I would never say no to him again. I felt the head of his cock inside my hole, stretching it. Was I truly ready to make my son my lover? Was I ready to accept the consequences of what was no longer an incestuous fling in a city far from home, but a commitment that would be central to my life. I looked into the mirror and saw my son's face, eyes closed, awash in pleasure. Here was the man I loved. I felt need boiling in my pussy. The feeling of his cock inside me was so hot. I pushed back and my son slid deeper inside my open waiting pussy. Yes, this is what I wanted

"Aaaahhhhhh.....," I moaned.

I pushed back, taking a bit more of him inside me. It had been weeks since our frantic non-stop fucking in New York. Then I had been fully stretched, now I needed to take my time. So I took a little more of him in me, and then a little more, enjoying the full hot feeling as my pussy molding herself to his cock.

So lost was I in the voluptuous burning sensation that I was unprepared when our groins fully merged, my ass on his stomach. I took a few moments to simply enjoy the sensation of being filled before I started to fuck him, my movements long and steady. When I strained to look behind me I was rewarded with the sight of the entire length of his cock disappearing into my pussy.

I was fucking his dick. Yes, this was what I wanted. I was in heaven. He moaned and started moving against me. When I reached bottom we ground our bodies into each other, my clit slapping against his magnificent balls.

"Ahhhh...ohhhhhh...uhmmmmm.....," I groaned.

His thick cock was lodged in the place from which he emerged eighteen years before. It was sinful, it was depraved, it was what I craved. When I moved forward until only the head of his motherfucking cock was lodged within me, his put a hand on my hip. "Stop for a second," he said.

He ran his fingers through my labia.

I again took his entire length inside me. When I reached bottom his now lubricated finger massaged the opening to my asshole. Ohhhhhh, that felt good. 

"Oooohhhhh, Rickie, So good, Myyyyy Goddddd...Ahhhhhhhh..."

We continued to fuck. I increased the speed, loving the way he filled me. I was close, so close, ready to climax, but I didn't want to yet. I wanted to wait, to come when he did. I thought about pulling off him, maybe sucking his cock, getting him ready, but fucking him was like hypnosis, I lost the will to do anything else. The finger that had been massaging my perineum and butt hole penetrated my rectum, moving in and out, swirling around inside.

"Uuuuhhhhmmmm..." I moaned.

It was joined by a second finger.

"Oh god son...oh Jesus...ohhhhhh."

Walls of fire burned inside me, I couldn't stop, I was a slave to my desire. My eyes rolled back in my head and my upper body slumped forward. I rested my head on my hands and pressed my breasts to Rick's legs, furiously pumping my pussy on his cock. I wanted to scream. I thought about my husband, just a few rooms away, but I knew his drunken stupors. Nothing could disturb him now. I shouted a single word, "Fuck," Rick slammed his rod into me, and a divine orgasm erupted, consuming my universe. The full array of the colors of a sunset shone in my head, bright and distinct, before smearing into a sheet of fiery liquid.

My body was beyond my control, flopping and shaking violently. I had never felt this good before. When I finally oriented myself I was laying on his legs, my chest expanding and shrinking as I tried to fill myself with oxygen, muttering. "Oh thank you baby, that was so good, no one knows how to fuck Mommy like you, I love you Rick, I love you so much, Mommy belongs to you now."

I looked in the mirror. Rick's cock was still buried inside me. The base of his thick tool was covered in cunt juice; it must have gushed from me during my orgasm. I wanted to suck him, to taste the evidence of our immoral love. I moved slowly, gingerly, forward, watching his sweet mother-fucking manhood, still hard and thick with blood, emerge from my vagina.

I turned to him. "Oh Rick, I need to taste your cock, then I'll ride it again, I promise. But please let me suck it, I want it in my mouth, to lick, to drink our juices, oh please. You won't say no to Mommy, will you?"

He didn't. I took his dick in my mouth, savoring the sweet taste of my pussy on his earthy tool. I sucked hard, trying to capture all the musky feral flavor of his man-meat. As I bobbed up and down pre-cum dripped from him, adding its thick salty taste to my meal. I loved it...I loved his smell, I loved his thickness, his hardness, I loved the way his cock filled my mouth, forcing me to stretch my jaw. Rick seemed to understand how much I craved him, that I was willing to be whatever he wanted me to be. He grabbed my hair, pulling me off his tool.

"Mom, that's great, but I need to fuck you now. I want to be inside you."

Facing forward, I straddled him and grabbed his dick, guiding it into my hole. It slid in with ease. I bounced up and down, lubricating his cock with my juice. He grabbed my tits, massaged them, squeezed them, and then pulled me forward and sucked and licked them. He was becoming more confident, aggressive. I rode him, I was his lover. I'm fucking my own son, I thought, I'm his, I belong to him, my stud lover son, my mother-fucking son, my perfect wonderful mother-fucking son." 

Both of us were ready to come. I leaned forward until our chests, rendered frictionless by our sweat, slid against each other. My hard nipples vibrated in delight as they dragged across his strong body. He was pounding my pussy deep and hard, sending waves of electric pleasure through me. My body was purring; my pussy was burning. His hands found my ass. A finger, then two, plunged into my asshole. 

"Oh fuck Mom...I'm going to cum...oh yes I'm going to cum."

"Oh fuck me, I love riding your dick, oh god it's so big. Cum baby...cum inside me...Oh god yessssss...cum inside your Mom."

I thought of my husband, drunk, lying insensible on a bed down the hallway. I kissed Rick hungrily. Rick was the man I loved, the man I was supposed to be with. 

"I love you son, I love you, I love you, I love you."

Rick grunted and fired his sperm into me; I groaned and climaxed. We came together, parent and child, mother and son, soulmates, our seed mixing together. I was in a new world, a world where love and sex were joined together in perfection. I kissed him deep, sticking my tongue inside his mouth, whimpering in ecstasy. He held my ass and pulled me tighter against him, his cock moving further into my core.

Exhausted, I let my full weight rest on Rick's body. My son made me cum so hard!! His eyes were closed. I loved the warmth of his body, the way our sweat intermingled, his chest as it rose and fell in time with his breathing, the combination of our juices inside my womb. 

Finally I rolled off him and placed a hand on his chest. "Rick, I love you, I love you, I love you."

He took my hand in his. We lay together awhile. We were quiet, listening to the sound of our breathing. 

Finally Rick spoke. "Mom, I love you too."

We dozed off, waking an hour later.

"Rick, I need to return to the bedroom. I need to sleep next to your dad. I also need, as best I can, to undress him."

"Let me help."

I started to say no, that he didn't need to, but the determination in his eyes said something else was going on.

"Okay."

We returned to the bedroom and the sound of my husband's snoring. We pulled off his clothes, occasionally eliciting a groggy drunken "what the..." from him. He would remember none of it in the morning. But as my son loomed over Charles' naked helpless body I saw him asserting, or starting to assert, dominance over the itinerant form of his father. He pulled me to him and kissed me. I crawled into bed; Rick returned to his room.

*  *  *  *

I woke early the next morning in possibly the best mood of my life. My body tingled and I was in love, madly in love. I pulled on a light robe and headed downstairs. While I collected the ingredients for Rick's favorite breakfast, my mind lingered on last night. That is why the world raved about sex.

I remembered how much Rick had loved my ass, watching it, playing with it. I also remembered how good it felt when he slipped his fingers inside it. I had always refused my husband access to the back door. I was still a virgin back there; now I could give that to Rick.

Near giddy with the thought of Rick entering me there, I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carrot. I used a peeler to work it to the right size, coated it with olive oil, and slid it in my ass. It felt nice. The carrot rotated in my butt as I walked upstairs and found some KY I had purchased years ago. I squeezed the tube and smeared some on a finger. It was still good. I looked at my inert husband. It may not do me much credit, but I loved the thought of giving his son something I had denied him.

I opened the door to Rick's room. He heard the noise and looked up. "Honey, breakfast will be ready in ten minutes." 

He was downstairs before that. We kissed, our tongues danced together; a hand settled over one of my breasts. The desire to take him right there was powerful, but I had gone to the trouble of fixing his favorite breakfast. I pulled my head from his; we were both panting with need. 

"Sweetheart, I hope you like it," pointing to the veggie migas: eggs, sautéed bell peppers, onions, tomatoes, cilantro, pepper jack, and corn tortilla strips.

While he was clearly far more interested in my body than breakfast, he smiled gratefully. 

"Thanks Mom! Please sit down, let me serve you."

I did. The carrot pushed deeper into my ass. A shudder went up my spine and my toes curled. Rick brought plates and utensils, filled my coffee cup, poured glasses of water, and ladled out the food. While we ate he set his foot against mine, touching me lightly. After we loaded the dishes in the dishwasher I turned to him, laying my arms across his shoulders. "You know, your father will be out at least a couple of more hours." I kissed him, enjoying his tongue's enthusiastic response. He backed me up to a counter. Despite the limited number of our sexual encounters he had already learned to read me; knowing when I wanted him tender, when I needed him aggressive. His tongue was in his mouth and his hands, which had been running up and down my sides, moved to my breasts. His outstretched fingers covered almost their entire surface. They swelled; my hard nipples pressed against my robe.

I broke our kiss. "Oh baby, I love you so much."

I pulled his tee shirt over his head and ran my fingers down his firm chest. I unbuckled his shorts and pushed them over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. I undid my robe; it joined his clothes on the floor.

I took the head of his cock in one hand, squeezing and running my fingers over it. With my other hand I pulled his head to my breast. He took the nipple in his mouth, working its sides with his lips while licking and teasing the tip with his tongue. Then, starting at its bottom, he licked slowly up my breast to my nipple, which he pushed into my firm inflamed tit. 

I moaned. He repeated the action several times, sending savory currents through my body. I fell to my knees and stuffed his erection in my mouth, sucked on it, licked it, trying to swallow him whole. It was so fucking hot, licking my son's cock, his pre-cum the most potent imaginable aphrodisiac. I held his cock against my face, loving its firmness, immersing myself in its robust masculine odor. Then I knew it was time, time to let him take my virgin asshole.

I stood and kissed him hard on the mouth. In a breathless voice, gasping for air, repeating my words, not waiting for an answer, I said, "Honey, you love your Mama's butt, don't you? I can tell. Mama's never had anyone up there. She's a virgin back there. Do you want to be the first. The only? Please say yes. I want it so much."

I turned around. 

"I've been getting myself ready for you, baby. See, I've lubed myself up. I stretched myself. Pull the carrot out and shove your beautiful cock up there." I pointed to the KY Jelly, "See baby, I'm all prepared, look what I brought, please use it on me."

I stood there, totally naked, trembling, my hands on the kitchen counter. He spread my ass cheeks and then just looked. It was so hot. My son, my god my son was staring at my asshole, he was looking at my asshole! He took hold of the carrot. As it slithered out I felt a billion nerve cells lining the inside of my rectum firing off, lighting up my body in paroxysms of pleasure. I spread my legs.




Never Doubt I Love Ch. 02



A finger, then two, entered my asshole, flicking, twisting, turning. It felt so good. I spread my legs wider and took one of my nipples between my fingers, rolling it, tugging on it. His fingers kept working inside me. My ass burned; my pussy quivered. I was turned on, hot beyond belief, almost ready to cum. I started panting. I needed his cock inside me NOW!

"Oh, Rick, please, please, fuck my ass!!!!"

He stopped working his fingers in my asshole. He seemed unsure. Was the notion that his mother was not only willing, but demanding, that he ass-fuck her too strange to be believed?

"Oh please baby...please...," I begged.

I pushed my butt back against his finger.

"Uhhmmm...that's so nice, why don't you stick something else in there."

I looked back at him, wiggled my ass, moaned with excitement, and flashed him my most inviting look. "Honey, no one else has ever been up there. I want you to be the first."

He took the lube from the counter, squeezed some on his fingers, and smeared a generous amount on my asshole. He pushed dollops of the slick cream inside me and then slid a finger in and out of me, forcing the lubricant deeper. He squirted some on his dick, covering his tool. 

He grabbed my hips. I looked out the window at the town in which I had lived my entire life. None of them could imagine the turn my life had taken.

Then I felt it, his cock pressing against the ring of my anus.

"Oh god son, do it slowly, just do it slow, let Mommy get used to it."

He carefully increased the pressure. My asshole expanded, stretching pass any point it had known before. I grabbed the counter with both hands, moaning in pain, in pleasure, in apprehension, in anticipation. My sphincter gradually surrendered; the head pushed its way inside and his shaft opened me beyond my ability to endure in silence. "Ahhhh...oh Jesus...Uhhmmm!!!"

Rick froze, neither retreating nor advancing. "Mom, you okay, you want me to stop?"

"I'm fine, need a second."

I focused on my rectum. My ass was on fire, but it was also tingling. The pain was not that great. I was more nervous than anything else. I thought of my asshole, spread out, welcoming my son. Some natural instinct tightened my sphincter around my son's cock. He groaned; I felt a sudden charge in my pussy at the thought that I was bringing him such obscene pleasure.

For years I had listened to my husband complain about my lackluster skills in bed. But it wasn't me, it was a lover who cared nothing about my pleasure. My husband would have buried the full length of his cock inside me by now, my son was waiting for me to signal what I wanted. I was, after all these years, ready to be a fuck machine. To give my body and soul to my lover – without condition, without hesitation. I took a second to adjust to his size and then looked back at him. Mouthing the words, "I love you," I pushed off the counter, taking another inch of him inside me.

"Oh god son, give me a minute, don't move, let me for now."

His eyes were alive; he loved the feeling of my tight virgin asshole; he was excited as I. I pushed back, taking another inch or two. The pain was receding. I pushed back some more.

"Ohhhhh gosh...Ohhhh." 

And then it was over. His thighs were pressed against my ass cheeks; he was all the way inside. His thick fat hard dick was inside me, throbbing, pulsating. It felt so good to have him buried within me. Why had I spent a lifetime fearing anal sex, it was so erotic...so hot. But it was better, I knew, that I had waited. Rick was in a place no one had ever been before. I had totally surrendered to him, celebrating our forbidden taboo love. I wasn't just his Mom. I was his lover, his fuckmate.

I started rocking back and forth, fucking myself, fucking my ass on him. He had let me take the lead, but now he started to move, thrusting into me and then dragging his wonderous tool back out through the unearthly tightness of my rectum until only the head remained inside. The pain was gone; a trillion nerve endings radiated pleasure through my body.

"Uuhhhmmm...oh my god...ahhhhh...Ricky...I like it...oh my...this feels soooo good." 

Rick placed his hands on my shoulders. "Oh god Mom...your ass...your ass is so...tight, I love it." He started fucking me in long deliberate strokes. He watched his cock disappear inside me. What did it look like?

"Honey, tell me, when your fat dick invades Mommy's ass, what do you see?"

"Its incredible, oh Mom, its incredible. My dick pulls the pink skin from inside you; when I go back in the pink disappears and all I see is your pretty brown asshole. Your asshole, it's beautiful Mom."

"Let's make a movie. We can watch it together. We can watch you cornhole your Mommy. Would you like that? Whatta ya think?"

"Oh yeah...."

My son, as excited as I, continued stretching my butt-hole, steadily fucking me, making me moan, sputter, groan with each stroke.

"Ahhhh...."

He was hard as steel.

"Ohhhh...."

I was reeling with pleasure.

"Ahhhh...."

I was approaching an orgasm, but I wanted it to last longer. I wanted to slow the pace, draw it out.

I looked at him over my shoulder. "Oh Rick, I'm getting close, but I don't want to come yet, I want to do it more. You don't mind, baby, do you? Please, baby, pull out."

He slid his cock out of my ass. 

I gestured to the living room's large overstuffed blue chair, "Sit down." 

He walked to the chair, his hard cock bouncing, his face full of wonder. What did I have planned? I followed, stood between his legs, and turned around. 

"Rick, put it back in my butt." He placed a hand on my hip to guide me. I sat and the head lodged against my well-lubed sphincter. There was pain as he pushed aside my anal ring, but there was far more pleasure. I lowered myself, letting him fill me. It was wonderful. I was fully impaled on his long, impossibly thick cock. He wrapped his arms around me. I turned my head and said, "Oh Rickie, this is heaven." Our lips met in a long sensual kiss. He was deep inside me, deeper than anything had been before. Our bodies had been created to be joined like this. We sat for several minutes. I ground my ass into his dick, we kissed each other's mouths, our tongues played together. The fire inside me burned. I wanted more.

I placed my forearms on the chair's armrests and pushed up. He took hold of my waist, helping me. My ass was so tight; I felt every vein, every wrinkle of his cock as it slid out of me. When only the head of his tool was left inside I stopped, drinking in the exquisite sensations spreading through my body. I then plunged back down, taking his massive tool back inside me in one sharp thrust.

"Unhhhhh!!"

It was wonderful, but I needed it harder and faster. I leaned forward and put my hands on my knees, making it easier to bounce up and down on him. He reached around to my swollen clit, which he trapped between two fingers and massaged in time with my movements. My moans echoed in the room. The sound of my depraved lust seemed foreign, as if coming from somewhere else. Where had this woman been, the one capable of feeling such pleasure, of loving her son's thick meat in her asshole? Then I thought, it didn't matter. She was here now and I was sure Rick wouldn't let her leave. My hair flailed around my back. All I could think about was my son's cock in my ass, stretching it, stretching me, fucking me faster and faster.

"Oh my god...Ahhhhhh.., oh Rick so good, so good."

"Oh Mom, I'm close, I'm going to cum soon. I'm going to cum."

He worked my clit hard. We were both on the edge. I slammed into him and screamed in joy, pleasure rocketing through my body. His cock swelled and as he shot his seed within me he howled. I pushed back against him; an orgasm consumed my body. His hands left my clit and took hold of my breasts, twisting the nipples, drawing out my orgasm. It was like nothing I'd ever known before, pain begetting pleasure, pleasure beyond belief. I wished it could last forever. 

Finally, I opened my eyes, able to breathe again. He held by breasts, but now he was sweet and tender. I turned my head, our sweat covered bodies slid easily against each other, and we kissed, but quickly. We still both desperately needed to fill our lungs with air. Our perspiration intermingled; the scent of our arousal merged. Finally, reluctantly, I stood, his manhood dragging the length of my anus before popping out. I loved the sensation.

"My god I, never thought it could be like that."

"Neither did I. I love you so much Rick."

His smile was all the reply I needed.

We moved to the couch, holding each other, kissing, whispering words of love and affection. Then I heard a moan filter down the stairs.

"Guess we better get dressed."

I donned my robe. Rick headed for the shower. I filled a cup of coffee and went upstairs. My husband's eyes were red and unfocused.

"I feel like shit."

"I brought coffee."

After he finished the cup he joined me downstairs. I poured him another. He looked at me. Suddenly I was worried. The man I loved, my son, had just made love to me. Was the joy evident on my face? Could my husband sense it? Could he smell it? I turned to the sink.

"You look like you're in a good mood. I must have fucked you good last night. There's nothing like Big Ernie down there." Yeah, that's what he called his penis.

Thank god my back was to him. I worked the disgust, then the incredulity, from my face. When I turned back to him I smiled, "Something like that." His face beamed in pride.

"Do you need anything else?" I asked.

"Depends. Is there enough coffee?"

"Yes."

He nodded and I headed back upstairs. I stuck my head in my son's door. I was met with a kiss.

"Did you mean everything you said last night and this morning?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Good. I love you. You're my husband, my lover, my man, my best-friend. I'm not sure how we'll work this all out, but we will."



Never Doubt I Love Ch. 03



Rick became my husband. It was with him I shared my time, the intimacies of life, my soul, my heart, and now, without reservation, my body. Oddly, it was soon clear that my relationship with Charles actually improved. He had long ago lost any interest in being a husband. Now that I was no longer asking him to do so I sensed from him some relief. 

One evening Rick and I took advantage of Charles' poker game with his brother to spend hours in bed making love. When done, enwrapped in each other's arms, the conversation turned, as it often did, to our future. I was working on Charles, trying to convince him to allow Rick to attend college in New York. Rick, however, insisted he wouldn't leave town without me. I told him that I desperately wanted to do so, but it was impossible. It would require a divorce and Charles' family's prominence would guarantee that a divorce proceeding would be long and brutal. Private detectives would ceaselessly investigate me, tap my phone, break into my computer. Rick and I would be discovered, we'd end up penniless, reputations destroyed, and possibly in jail.

Rick, after a long silence, rolled onto his back. "There is a way. I've not mentioned it until now in the hope we'd come up with an alternative, but we haven't. It will work, but it will be painful."

"What is it?" 

"Dad has so little respect for me that I'm mostly invisible to him; he has conversations in front of me as if I wasn't there, as if I was too stupid to understand. His hunting and fishing trips with his brother are more about debauchery than anything else. If we investigate first, hire our own detective, well I'm not sure what we'll find, but I suspect it would be enough to guarantee a peaceful and fair divorce settlement. Grandad and Grandma are too well-placed for a scandal."

*   *   *   *

I thought about the conversation that night and most of the next day. Unsure of what to do, I sat down with Janet Prosnit, my high school teacher and most trusted friend, over a cup of coffee and, sans the incest, explained the situation. She said she knew somebody who could help; she called me the next day.

"I spoke with Mark Nanton. He is a former student of mine and practices law in Little Rock. Statewide, he is better connected than yours. He recommended Greg Regan, a private investigator he works with." She gave me the name and number.

Three weeks later Chuck and his brother took off for a fishing trip. A week after their return I sat down with Mark and Greg. Debauchery didn't begin to describe it. Most devastating were the affidavits of four lot lizards, prostitutes who work truck stops, going from truck-to-truck pedaling blow jobs. Charles had paid them and brought them to the camp.

That wasn't all. Greg found two off-shore checking accounts with in excess of $450,000.00 in them. Charles had been siphoning money out of the family business.

"How do you want to handle this?" Mark asked. "If we go public Charles' reputation will be destroyed. I suspect the family will throw money at you to resolve it quietly." I thought of mys. After initial doubts, they had treated me well. 

I wasn't sure. "Can I think about it?"

"Of course."

I called Janet and asked if I could drop in.

She welcomed me at the door with a hug and a cup of warm tea. Janet had been two years into teaching when I met her. While the seven year difference in our ages then seemed immense, now, as I approached forty, we had become contemporaries.

I explained the situation. I told her I could be rid of my husband; that I could take Charles for everything he had. Heck, I'd be a millionaire. She asked me the same question she had when I was eighteen.

"What's your dream? It seems like you have a second chance to chase it."

"Well, this would allow Rick to go to college in New York. I could move to the city also, look for a job in the fashion industry, start a new life, put my husband behind me."

"You didn't mention money."

I smiled, she was right. "No, I didn't."

"It seems your dream is available to you now. You'd want to discuss it with Mark, but consider showing his parents what you have and making a generous offer. If you do they might make sure he puts up no fight and lets you go peaceably."

She was right. I didn't need a million dollars. I needed Rick, peace, and a new start. 

"That make's perfect sense." I hugged her. I noted her eyes were teary. "What's wrong?"

"I'm so happy and proud of you. It takes courage to chase your dream."

And then it struck me. I had always assumed Janet's dream was simply to be a wonderful teacher, but was that it? She had many friends, but there, as far as I knew, had never been a lover. In the years of my marriage to Charles the lack of a lover seemed a benefit. However, now that Rick was in my life the joy of the right partner filled my days. Why had a woman as wonderful as Janet been alone so long? 

"Janet, I don't think I've ever asked you. You're such a great teacher, I've always assumed that was your life. Is that it, is that your dream?"

She looked at me. Her eyes were cautious.

"Please tell me."

"Are you sure?" she asked.



"Yes."

She hesitated.



"I've never told anyone this. You must promise to keep it between us."

"I promise."

"Okay. I guess I've been longing to tell someone. You see, I've always been better at giving advice than taking my own. I wanted to be a teacher, which I am. But...," she stopped.

I took her hand in mine, trying to be supportive.

She took a deep breath. "I'm slow. I'm not sure when I realized it. I was in denial for years, accepting it was a gradual long,process. When I did, however, it explained so much, including," she smiled, "why I spent so much time staring at women.

"Sometimes I had a favorite student, one I preferred over the others. As I reached my thirties I realized it was more than that, that it was a series of crushes, that I was attracted to women. But now, even though I'm aware of my feelings, I'm still afraid to act on them. It's not just that it would wreck my career in this town, but I've waited too long; look at me, I'm old, no one would want me."

I thought back to me time in high school, how solicitous Janet had been, how she looked after me, supported me.

"Janet, was I one of the girls you had a crush on?"

There was fear in her voice. "Yes, you were the first although, as I said, at the time I didn't know what it was or what it meant."

I thought back to those days. What would it have been like to have this sweet supportive woman as my lover? With her love would I have been able to stand up to my parents, to say no to a career that did not interest me and a husband who repulsed me? I remembered how beautiful Janet was. I took a second look; she still was.

I answered the unasked question. 

"I'm not sure if I would have had the courage then either. But in retrospect, I wish I had."

I held my friend for several long minutes, reassuring her, telling her that she was beautiful and brave and wonderful. We were still for a awhile. When I turned my face towards her, she kissed me, and then pulled back. She looked aghast.

"I'm sorry, I went to far." she apologized.

"No, you didn't. It was nice."

Despite my assurance the tension in the room was palpable; it had a physical existence. I took her chin in my hand and turned my head. I kissed her on the lips. There was nothing particularly sensual about the kiss, but we both understood its meaning. I was willing to go further. 

When she did not object I kissed her again, this time moving my lips against hers. She responded, tentatively, in kind. After we broke this kiss she said, "Are you sure?"

I was. I said yes.

This time it was she who moved forward, touching my lips were her own. Our kisses started soft, sweet, and tentative, but over time Janet became more aggressive as her need and passion, suppressed for decades, unexpectedly become real. I felt a slow burn in my groin, an unforseen but powerful cupidity.

I pushed my face to hers. Janet opened her mouth, inviting me inside. After teasing the tip of her tongue with my own, I ran my tongue behind her lips. She gasped and when I was done, imitated me, and then fully explored my mouth and lips. I pulled back, flashed a warm joyful smile, and gave her nose a gentle bite. We both giggled. I ran a finger down the side of her face and pressed it against her lips. When she opened her mouth I slipped my finger into her mouth, stroking and tickling her tongue. She clamped down on my finger, sucking on it as I withdrew it from her mouth.

I ran my tongue along the corner of her lips. She jumped, experiencing a tiny jolt as I explored this sensitive part of her anatomy. She kissed my eyes. We leaned into each other, held each other, hugged each other.

Finally, her voice barely audible, she whispered,"Are you sure about this?"

Words seemed inadequate. I pulled her body to mine. Her breasts pressed against me. Mine filled with blood and my nipples hardened. I held her tight. We were both breathing heavily. We leaned our foreheads against each other. We rubbed our noses together. She kissed the palm of my hand and then returned to my mouth, slipping her tongue inside and moving it slowly, taking her time, gliding and grazing over every surface. 

I looked down the hall towards her bedroom. 

She said, "I've never done this before."

"Neither have I, but I think we can figure it out."

I tried to sound confident, but I was nervous. Was I the person to introduce Janet to lady-love? I had no more experience than she. Yet, I thought, I did love her. That must count for something.

When we got to her bedroom I took off my clothes; she did the same. I looked at her. Her sleek dark hair had, over the years, turned gray, but she was still beautiful. Trim and fit, her breasts glowed and her small red nipples were fully erect. My own excitement surprised me. My desire for this woman was an inexplicable combination of my love for her and something else, a need previously unexplored and far more primal. I looked into her eyes, not knowing what to say. Janet stepped towards me and took my hands in hers. 

"If you're not sure...."

I thought about it. Was I being unfaithful to my son? Oddly, it didn't feel like cheating. I pictured his face in my head; his gaze was approving. I decided to proceed.

"I'm sure."

I ran my thumb across her hand and tilted my head. Janet moved forward and we shared a soft tender kiss that seemed like it lasted ten minutes. As we continued kissing our remaining doubt gave way to desire. I couldn't believe how excited I was. My pussy was tingling. My pubes swelled and opened. Janet's tongue entered my mouth. She was, I thought to myself, a pretty good kisser, and a chill ran down my back. We wrapped our arms around each other and embraced, our naked flesh pressed together, our hands explored the other's back and butt. The juice of our pussies intermingled; our breasts squashed together; even our breathing synchronized. I started to sway from side to side, adding that soft friction to the flood of sensations cascading through me.

Then, unexpectedly, Janet said, "May I give you a massage?"

I nodded and lay on the bed. Janet worked my neck and shoulders, then moved to my upper back. I relaxed. Janet turned to my lower back and when done, took my feet in her hands, softly massaging them before working up my legs, stopping just short of my crotch. My murmurs of appreciation were replaced by moans of increasing need.

When she placed her hands on the cheeks my ass I shuddered. She worked my ass hard, occasionally letting a finger dip between my legs, but always stopping short of where I wanted her to go. I was soon wild with need and anticipation.

Janet rolled me onto my back and sucked a nipple into her mouth. God, that felt good. I groaned and Janet circled her tongue around and around my areola, leaving it drenched in her spittle. She moved to my other breast, her lips, tongue, and teeth teasing and exciting me. 

After leaving my satiated nipples swollen and erect, she slid down my body, softly licking, nipping, and kissing my stomach. I spread my legs in anticipation, longing for Janet's mouth and tongue on my pussy. She had been, for years, my closest friend and our sudden intimacy seemed natural, almost foreordained. I was dripping wet. The image of my friend's mouth on my cunt set off an additional charge of excitement. Janet's small breasts dragged over my pussy as she moved into position. Janet's face was hovering inches over my sex, pausing for the moment, enjoying the view. I spread my legs wide; my pussy glistened with juice. Janet took a deep breath, inhaling my musky scent.

"I've dreamed of this for twenty years." She lowered her head to my snatch.

"Ohh, yes," I moaned as Janet's tongue played with my blood-engorged clit. At first she mostly used her tongue, but then caught my clit twixt her lips and sucked it into her mouth. I wheezed with need.

Janet slid her face down and started tongue fucking me.

That's when the words burst from me, words, I thought later, that would have gotten me detention when this lady was my teacher. "Fuck me, fuck me, that feels so good." 

Janet looked at me, a twinkle in her eye. "You like? Am I doing okay?"

She knew the answer, but I answered anyway. "Yes."

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes," and feeling a bit naughty, added, "I want to cum on your face. Please make me cum."

She started to fuck me wildly with her tongue. My abdomen was inflamed and my pussy walls convulsed. She pulled her tongue out of me and licked my clit, using the flat of her tongue. That's when the pressure in my loins exploded.

"Ohhh God," I screamed as a full-force orgasm slammed into me.

I groaned, writhing as Janet continued teasing my clit, although, thank god, much more gently.  My arms and legs, which had been thrashing wildly, turned limp. Still Janet didn't stop; she lazily licked my pussy hole, munching contentedly at the juice dripping from my cunt.

I drifted in a post-orgasmic haze as Janet softly licked and slurped at my pussy. After several sweet minutes she lay on top of me, holding her head up on her elbows, her breasts pressed against mine. She smiled, a radiant happy smile. I kissed her, just a peck, and said, "Oh, that was heaven." She kissed me, deeply, very deeply. Our tongues swirled back and forth. I tasted myself on her lips and mouth, which were soft and inviting in a way no man's could ever be. After we shared several more kisses Janet rolled us over so I was on top; my legs between hers. Her eyes glanced down. "Would you mind?"

I wasn't sure how it was done, but I wasn't going to miss a chance to give Janet the same joy she'd given me. I bathed her neck and shoulders in soft kisses, sweet nibbles, gentle licks. Janet moaned and sighed, encouraging me as I explored her pale flesh. I took her breasts in my hands, massaging them. Janet groaned again. My confidence grew and I ran my tongue around and around the soft flesh of Janet's tits. Recalling what I had liked best when she had devoured my breasts I started a long hard slow lick from the base of her breast across its surface, ending at her nipple. I pushed it back into the flesh with my tongue; her breasts jiggled. 

"Oh baby, fuck me, lick my pussy."

I moved down between her legs, facing her pussy, which was spread before me. I had never seen another woman's sex like this. I studied it. It was beautiful, shining with her flow, the center of her sexuality, the origin of all life. I promised myself to do my best to be worthy of it. I explored its lips and folds with my tongue. It was new and incredible and exciting and not as strange as I expected. There was something familiar and comforting about it.

After I explored the folds of her vagina I moved to her clit. I gave it a few short kisses, then teased it, pushed aside its hood with the tip of my tongue, and blew on it. Janet wriggled her ass, issuing an incessant string of low moans. I slipped a finger, then two, inside her.

I stretched the skin above her clittie with my hand, fully exposing the dew covered nub. It glowed a bright red and pulsated. I pushed it into her with the flat of my tongue before beginning a long slow lick over its surface. Janet shook under me.

"Oh yes! Oh God yes! Oh yes!"

I repeated the lick maybe half a dozen times. Janet cupped the sides of my head and rolled her hips in time with my tongue, pressing her sex into my mouth. Her breathing, which had been deep and long, became sharper and shorter; she started to gulp air into her lungs. The long deliberate rolls of her hips broke down and became erratic. I held her clit between my lips, swiping the head with my tongue. Between sharp intakes of breath she said, "I can't take any more, make me cum, please."

I centered my mouth on Janet's hot wet hole and drove my curled tongue inside her, repeating the action over and over. Her breathing sharpened; her pussy lips spasmed in time with my tongue. She grabbed my head, no longer simply holding it, but pulling me into her. I was nearing exhaustion, my tongue bordered on numb, but I kept going, I so wanted to make my friend cum. I felt her pussy clamp down. I pushed my tongue deep into her. Juice poured from her and she hollered. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Ahhhhhh-ahhhhh-AHHHH!" I continued working my tongue within her as her body bounced on the bed. Her vaginal muscles clenched repeatedly, her pussy twitched and shook.

Then, suddenly, the tension drained from her and she sank into the bed. I kissed and licked her dripping wet pussy. I considered spending the day down there, teasing and pleasing my new lover, but instead I crawled up the length of her body and lay next to her. She rolled into my body and placed her head on my shoulder. I played with her hair and we were quiet awhile.

Finally, Janet took a deep breath. "Over the years I developed crushes, fell in love, I'm not sure what to call it, with several students. You were the first. There have been a few since. I can go years between girls; it's not like I'm always ready for the next little hottie. But there's a young woman in your son's class, Raina. I think they're friends."

I knew Raina. Smart attractive, but not invested in her looks, she wore minimal make-up and jewelry, kept her red hair shoulder length, and favored shirts and jeans or simple pull over dresses.

"I know her."

"I've watched her for years, tutored her, talked her through her concerns and problems. You asked me what me dream I? She is."

*   *   *   *

On the way home I started to worry. I was cheating on my husband with my son, but that didn't feel like cheating. Now, however, I had cheated on my son with his teacher, my friend. It felt like cheating, but it also felt right. While part of me knew I should keep it a secret, I also knew I'd blurt it out as soon as I saw him. How would he react? So far our love affair had been perfect. This would be our first test.

I got home about 8:00. Chuck was out with his brother. I went to Rick's room. He was sketching me battling what he told me was a supervillain. He had replaced the heavily muscled big-titted body he had foisted on me in New York with one that captured my long slender build. I was wearing a dress that flowed with my body and featured slits through which I issued martial arts kicks of apparently preternatural power. 

I looked at the drawing. "It's beautiful."

He grinned in appreciation. "Thanks. I'm thinking that you use the long dress for deception. Its motions confuse your enemies, hide your real intentions. Just an idea since you nixed the leotard."

I put the drawing down. "There is something I need to tell you." How do I say this? I guess I just say it. "Janet Prosnit, your teacher, my friend, we just had sex. It was the first time."




Never Doubt I Love Ch. 03



He didn't look surprised. "I didn't think she was out of the closet."

"What! You knew?"

"Well, yeah. There's also always been a certain chemistry between the two of you. Was it your first time with a woman? You've never mentioned it."

I was flabbergasted. I had expected Rick to be angry; he was, instead accepting and curious. I was too stunned to do anything but answer his question. "It was the first time for both of us."

"Did you like it?"

"Well, yes, very much. Aren't you mad? Angry?" I realized that although I didn't want him to be upset I was also, oddly, disappointed that he wasn't jealous.

"Mom, I've long thought you might be bi-sexual. If that's what you are, that's what you are. If you need to express you sexuality with a woman, that's what you need. However, before you get carried away, I'm not entirely open-minded; I do insist on being your only guy."

I needed time to process this. "I'm going to fix a snack, come down and join me in ten minutes."

Downstairs I marveled at my son. God, I realized, in an entirely unexpected way had given me the perfect man. I decided to ask him about Raina. When he joined me for one of his favorites, hummus, I broached the subject. "Is your friend Raina, is she, uhh...."

"Gay, yes. And would she be open to your friend, Ms. Prosnit, yes." He scooped up some hummus with a carrot. I told him all about the meeting with his grandparents.

*   *   *  *

The school year came to an end. Rick had been accepted by Parsons. I was in a conference room with my lawyer, Mark Nanton, and Chuck's parents. We had provided them with copies of the information we had about Charles. They got right to the point.

"Is this blackmail?"

Mark answered for me. "No. My client speaks highly of you and I think you know this has not been a particularly happy union for her. She wants out of the marriage. Her fear is that her husband, your son, is not the type of man who simply lets a woman walk away. She wants to avoid a nasty divorce; she wants it quiet and peaceful. She is entitled to half the assets; she will take 40%. She wants no part of the funds your son has parked offshore. We provided you a list of assets and proposed valuations yesterday. If you disagree with anything on the list, we will entertain any good faith arguments you have. My client intends to move to New York with Rick; there will be no public embarrassment, no reminders of what happened. We will accept any reasonable visitation schedule you or Charles propose."

We heard from the family lawyer a few day later. There were details to be worked out, but it was a deal. Rick and I had already rented a place in New York. We left town immediately. New York is a big diverse and often anonymous place. No one was surprised when a young man and older women, unmistakably deeply in love, moved in together.

Raina decided to attend Champlain College in Burlington, Vermont. Janet's stellar resume ensured she was quickly hired by the Chittenden County School Board.

*   *   *   *

After his sophomore year Rick was awarded an internship at Cool Comics. At the end of the summer each intern was given the opportunity to pitch an idea to two vice-presidents, one a man and the other a woman. Rick's was Debranua, a woman who had been enslaved as a child and raised in brutal circumstances, resulting in a deep seated anger and resentment towards the world. When she reached puberty she was sold to a league of criminals called Cobra Kai. There she was genetically enhanced and trained as a ninja. She fought in a long flowing dress which disguised her movements and confused her opponents. 

Cobra Kai sent to investigate a young artist named Jason. In the course of her mission she fell in love with the young man and abandoned Cobra Kai. Her problem was that she was, in part, powered by her anger and resentment and now, a woman deeply in love with a man who adored her, she sometimes found anger and resentment in short supply. So she now did battle with Cobra Kai in an underpowered state. Her fate turned on her efforts to balance her superpowers with a deeply satisfying love life. 

The bottom line: the man hated it, the woman loved it. After much internal discussion the company decided to introduce the character as a secondary figure in an existing book on which Rick would collaborate. The buzz on social media was positive and after six months there was a definite uptick in sales. The character appealed to young woman, a market the company had trouble reaching. And so, after three years of college Rick left to begin his comic book.

I was also lucky. A number of women who taught at Parsons encouraged my interest in design. One of them, Janet Axelrod, introduced me to a friend at Opening Ceremony, a boutique design firm, and I was hired as a Design Assistant. I made steady progress at the company and was eventually promoted to Designer. I had a few offers to join management, but turned them down, I was doing what I loved.

Rick's comic, while not the company's most popular, was a steady performer and sold well among woman. After six years, however, sales had plateaued and Rick was afraid he'd exhausted the story line; there were only so many ways you could re-write the story of a superheroine whose problem was a happy love life. He had revved up interest over the last year by having Debranua become, as had I, pregnant with twins, but that was at best a temporary fix.

He discussed his concern with people at the company. There were lots of suggestions: turn the characters over to someone else, end the series, or have the story take a radical twist by eliminating Jason, but Rick liked none of them. He considered the characters totemic for us; as long as they did well, we'd do well. While he knew the idea was not rational, he couldn't jettison it.

In the midst of these events I came home one evening to an empty apartment; Rick had taken the twins to the park. On the kitchen table was a sketch of Debruana in a full French kiss with a beautiful young woman. She was toned, large breasted, and dressed in superheroine gear, a form-fitting something. I stared at the drawing; I became aroused. I had not had a lesbian encounter since my afternoon with Janet years before, but I often thought of that day and wondered if that was part of me I should further explore. Rick and I discussed it and he, as always, told me if it was something I wanted, I should do it. But it was more than that, he seemed certain – far more certain than I -- that it was part of my nature. I had opportunities, but always stopped short, worried about what it might do to my love affair with my son.

After we put the twins to bed I asked him about the drawing. 

"The interns made their pitches today. One of the young woman, Luciana is her name, suggested that Debranua fall under the control of a lesbian super-villain. I don't want to take the story in that direction, but there's a seed of an idea there. I need to let it ruminate."

We got into bed early that night. I read while Rick continued to sketch Debranua and her new enemy. She had the usual super-heroine traits. She was beautiful with a powerful muscular body and preternaturally large and firm breasts, but in other ways she was different. Her hair was cut short and she was clearly Hispanic. I laid down my book and watched for awhile. Finally, I asked.

"I'm thinking of naming her Morena. The drawing is based on Luciana." 

"Is she really that pretty?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, pretty much, she's a lovely young woman.

"Luciana said she's been following the book since its inception and, it appears, has quite a thing for the characters. She said growing up she wanted a man like Jason and had a crush on Debruana; it led her to recognize her own bi-sexuality. She'd said she'd love to meet you."

Although Rick and I endeavored to keep our private lives private, the rumor in the comic book world had long been that Jason and Debranua were based on Rick and his wife. That we were not actually married and that I was his mother were things we prayed would never surface. Over the next few days, as Rick contemplated the future of the book, often sketching out Debranua and Morena in each other's arms, I grew more and more curious and more and more aroused. Finally, one day, I told him that I would like to meet Luciana.

The following weekend the three of met for lunch at our favorite Lebanese restuarant. The twins were with their nanny. Luciana was every bit as pretty as Rick had described. She had light brown skin and dark inviting eyes. Her jet black hair was cut short. She wore jeans and a simple white tee shirt with a black jacket. Her face was wide, her jaw prominent and muscular, and her lips full and strong. She wore minimal makeup and long dangling earrings in a Native American motif.  Although her clothes were loose, the physique that Rick had drawn was impossible to hide. 

She grasped my hand warmly and with strength. "It was so kind of you to invite me to lunch. I've always wondered about you. I'm not sure how much you can tell from a comic book, but the way Rick depicts Debruana, well, I've always assumed she was based on a real woman that he adored."

I smiled. "It is only a comic, you'know." 

Rick was quick to correct me. "I adore her on off days, the rest of the time I worship her."

Luciana was an engaging delightful guest whose dark eyes shone with intelligence and interest. The conversation flowed freely, ranging from the trivial, to the more serious, her upbringing in Rio de Janeiro and an abrogated version of how Rick and I met. I could recall few lunches I enjoyed more.

That night Rick and I made love. He was sweet and slow, grinding his hips into mine, unceasingly working my clitoris with his pubic bone. Waves of pleasure cascaded through my body. He played me expertly, like the devoted lover he had been for the past decade, knowing when to touch me lightly, when to be more aggressive, even when to be firm enough to border on the uncomfortable. My orgasms were numerous and intense, Rick's expertise lengthening each and then giving me just enough time to recover before he again started moving against me, carrying me back up the mountain. 

We were both nearing exhaustion, but I felt another orgasm lurking within me. It was going to be deep and sensual, more powerful than the ones I'd been experiencing. The pressure was growing deep inside my vagina, in my core. Then I felt it: my uterus, my pelvic muscles, my anus began to contract. The spasms along the walls of my vagina were strong, strong enough to push a lover less determined than Rick out of me. But Rick persisted and then he twitched and groaned; he was coming, pouring his seed into my body. The deepest corners of my vagina, my lower stomach, my pelvis all exploded; I was battered by an unrelenting wave of euphoric energy. I didn't know where I was or what was happening around me. My mind was filled with sheets of shimmering color, lights dancing, exploding iridescence. Then all was still and I cradled my son and lover in my arms. As I fell asleep the image of Luciana drifted through my mind; she and I were making love.

Over the next few days Rick, as he did in his creative episodes, spent hours sitting quietly, sketch pad in hand, thinking. His drawings were often starkly erotic: Debranua and Morena together, kissing, touching, holding each other. They fascinated and aroused me and I became even more ravenous, bedding him down each night with voracious need. It was misguided egoism on my part not to understand that my son, my soul-mate, the man I loved, understood exactly what I was feeling. About a fortnight after I met Luciana, Rick, laying on his side after we had come in each other's mouths, said, "You want her, don't you."

"Yes."

"Are you willing to take that step?" he asked.

"I'm worried what it will mean to us."

Holding my hand, he took a minute to answer. "I'd like to think, after all these years, you know I'll always support you."

I was quiet for about fifteen minutes, resting my naked body against his. Finally, I said, "Yes, I would like to take that step." And adding, more nervously. "I can always step back, can't I."

"Well, Luciana will get to live her fantasy and, as always, you should have everything you want."

Despite an effort at nonchalance, there was some fear in his voice. He was worried about what might happen; he did not fully comprehend what I was trying to say. 

"Rick, you don't understand, I want you there. The three of us, I want it to be the three of us."

Rick seemed confused. It took me a second to apprehend his trepidation. Then I got it. My son might know me like a book, but women in general were not as easily decipherable.

"Rick, she has a thing for us, not just me."

*   *   *   *

Three days later Luciana arrived at our apartment. Our nanny was keeping the twins overnight. We exchanged hugs and Luciana flashed her winning smile, showing off her full lips and perfect white teeth. I poured three glasses of wine and we chatted about everything but why she was there. While we were all nervous, it was Luciana who got things started. Without a break in the conversation she took my hand in hers, lightly rubbing her fingers against mine until I responded. Our fingers played with each other. Luciana slipped closer to me, her leg touched mine. She let go of my hand and ran her hand down the top of my thighs. I, still cautious, placed my hand on top of hers, holding it in place.

When she leaned her head towards me I bent forward, letting her kiss me. She pecked me on the lips and licked across my mouth. I shuddered, but paused. I was aroused, but also afraid. I wanted to go forward, but was worried about Rick. He must have sensed my hesitation; he said in a reassuring loving voice, "Its okay." 

I surrendered and opened my mouth, letting Luciana's tongue inside. She was careful, gentle, yielding, but with the acceptance of this kiss the barriers in my head quickly crumbled. We soon embraced, our tongues swirled together.

I thought about Rick. I hoped he was watching us, that he approved, that he was getting turned on. Was his beautiful cock hardening? Was his breathing becoming deeper and lower? The image of him in my mind made my pussy tingle.

Luciana and I were soon making out like two horny teenagers. When Rick suggested the bed room, Luciana and I stood and, holdings hands, followed him down the hall. When we got there we undressed and jumped onto the bed, laughing. After a few quick kisses Luciana turned to Rick.

"You going to join us?"

Rick, hands shaking, unbuttoned his shirt, laying it onto a chair. He undid his belt and pushed his pants down, practically falling over in the process. He seemed confused, then looked at his feet: his shoes were still on. He pushed them off his feet and took his pants off. His penis twitched and stood at full attention. 

He gave us a big grin and then sat on the edge of the bed, still unsure of how to join in. Luciana broke the ice. Staring intently at Rick's erection she sat up, her tits swaying as she leaned over and took it in her hand. I wrapped my arms around her and said, loud enough for all to hear, "He's really quite good with it." As she stroked his penis I massaged her neck and shoulders and reached around to caress her breasts. She moaned in pleasure.

Rick let out a moan of pristine lust as he watched me fondle another woman. He seemed transfixed. I took my time, fully exploring Luciana's full firm breasts, and then concentrated on her large nipples, drawing them to hard points, running my fingers in circles around them, pinching and rolling them between my fingers. Luciana, fully immersed in what I was doing to her, let go of Rick's erection and leaned back into me. Rick, happily absorbed in the show we were putting on, didn't seem to mind.

Luciana turned around, embraced me, and we shared a wild passionate kiss. Our tongues played back and forth and our hands explored each other's backs, tits, and butts. Rick watched, stroking his own cock, unsure of whether he was a participant or spectator.

Luciana again came to the rescue. She broke our kiss and turned Rick, taking hold of his hand and pulling him toward her. She delivered a wanton kiss, letting her tongue wrestle with his. She took hold of his hard cock and simply squeezed; she didn't want him cumming just yet, and continued kissing him, but more slowly, gently, calming the pace, lowering the heat. After a few more kisses she pushed him back into the bed and moved forward so his cock pointed directly at her face. She wasted no time; she opened her mouth, teasing him briefly with her tongue before wrapping her lips around the shaft. Rick groaned loudly and began thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth. His movements were slow and careful, allowing her the opportunity to adjust to the cock invading her face.

I lay next to Luciana, watching her suck my man, my son. I wondered briefly why I felt no jealously, but was soon fully absorbed in caressing and exploring her splendid breasts, so much larger and firmer than my own. Her areolas and nipples, unlike my dainty pink ones, were dark, large, thick and pronounced. They were also sensitive and Luciana groaned at my touch, the muffled sound vibrating around my son's cock as it slid in and out of her face.

Rick was as highly aroused as I had seen him. And why not: he was watching two woman kiss and fondle each other, my hands playing over Luciana's amazing body, while her expert mouth worked his cock. It would push any man to the edge. I cupped his testicles and within seconds his heavy balls retracted, pulling into his body. He grunted, cum erupted from his cock. Luciana's cheeks bulged. Then, as Rick lay on the bed, his chest heaving, Luciana turned towards me and parted her mouth, displaying my son's cum. A few drops escaped and fell on her beautiful breasts and flat stomach. I locked my mouth to hers. She used her tongue to ladle some of Rick's cum into my mouth; we happily shared his seed before swallowing. When done, she smiled, "He's delicious."

I pushed Luciana onto her back and massaged her breasts, rubbing Rick's jism into the firm tit-flesh. Rick watched in fascination. I decided to lick up the drops that had fallen on Luciana's stomach. Rick shifted position for a better view as I dragged my tongue over Luciana's tight tummy, collecting his droppings. 

Luciana moaned and ran her fingers through my hair and down my back. When I was certain I'd captured all my son's seed, I licked and nibbled Luciana's fat tits, enjoying their pliant warmth before settling my mouth over her hard brown nipples, sucking them into my mouth and teasing them with my tongue. Luciana let out a deep groan and ran her strong fingers down my side. Goosebumps erupted all over my body.

When done Luciana placed her hands on the side of my head, tugging me upwards. We exchanged several affectionate kisses while staring lustfully at each other. She rolled me onto my back and turned around,and straddled my face, lowering her pussy to my mouth. She bent forward and licked my pussy from top to bottom.

Then, simultaneously, with a hunger that surprised me even in my aroused state, we began to eagerly, hungrily, lick and suck each other's pussy. As we teased, savored, and consumed each other's cunt our hands explored each other's bodies. The room filled with the slurping sounds of our lips and tongues and the muffled moans of our pleasure.

Rick started stroking his cock. He was in no hurry; his fingers moved gently up and down the length of his tool as he watched the two of us eat each other.

Subject to Luciana's expert tongue I was the first to lose control. I let out a long moan that was subdued, in part, by the pussy plastered to my mouth. It was a slow gentle orgasm and I coasted on the feelings as Luciana kept teasing me, drawing out my sweet sweet climax. When I finally returned to terra firma, I clamped my hands on Luciana's hard ass and attacked her sex with single-minded devotion, desperate to repay her for the orgasm that still had my fingers and toes twinkling in delight. 




Never Doubt I Love Ch. 03



Luciana raised her head and looked at Rick, her face covered with my pussy juice. Rick moaned. She lay her face on my thigh, rubbing her cheek against me as I ate and teased her delightful sex. Rick later confessed indecision. Should he slide to the other end of the bed to watch me lick and suck Luciana's pussy or stay and watch Luciana's face as I brought her to orgasm?  He stayed and watched Luciana as she moved from pleasure, wanton lust and desire building, to total release and was consumed by a powerful orgasm. Luciana bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly, grinding her hips against my face, whimpering in delight, pouring juice into my mouth. 

When done Luciana rolled off me and slowly, gingerly, reversed her position, laying her head next to mine. Rick was staring at my face, which was drenched with Luciana's cum. Luciana kissed me and looked at Rick. 

"I could use some help getting her cleaned up." 

Rick, who had been mesmerized by our lewd tableau, scrambled across the bad and lay next to me, across from Luciana. They started nibbling on my face, clearing the evidence of Luciana's orgasm. Then they took turns kissing me, our tongues playing with each other, the heat rapidly building. When one of Rick's kiss lingered a little longer than usual, Luciana nudged at him. When he pulled away Luciana licked his lips. I slipped a hand behind his head, keeping him in place, and Luciana slipped her tongue between his slightly parted lips, At the same time I felt Luciana's hand, which had been tweaking my left nipple, head for Rick's cock.  

In our years together I had never doubted Rick's fidelity. Now, as I watched him kiss Luciana, the thought of sharing him with another woman made my cunt pulse. I said out loud but to no one in particular, "Oh, fuck. This is so hot." The two of them stopped and looked at me. I opened my mouth, slipping my tongue out in invitation. Both their tongues played with mine and soon we were again taking turns kissing each other.

I ran my hand down across Rick's stomach to his cock. Luciana let go and I encircled the firm shaft; Rick shifted position to allow me better access. Luciana took immediate advantage, lowering her mouth to mine and I returned her eager kiss. As I worked Rick's cock with my hand he was running a hand over Luciana's body. Luciana continued to massage my tits, which were flush with blood and aching with need. 

I buried my free hand in Luciana's short black hair and pulled her mouth to mine. After several minutes of intense kisses we were both panting when she backed away to catch her breath I studied her face and admired her beautiful brown eyes, which smoldered with passion. 

All this time I had continued to play with Rick's cock. Pre-cum was steadily dripping from it. The boy needed to be fucked. I turned to Rick, pushed him on his back, and straddled his waist, directing his cock to the entrance of my wet pussy, lowering myself, taking his full length in me in one motion. I moaned and looked at him, lust evident in my eyes. I paused, briefly, enjoying the sensation of being completely filled, before laying my hands on his chest and lifting myself up and down his wonderful pole.

The bed shifted. Luciana's exquisite naked form appeared before me. Facing me, she straddled Rick's face, her hands resting on her thighs, and leaned forward to peck me on the lips. She then lowered herself, covering Rick's face with her pussy. Rick showed no hesitation; he drove his tongue into her cunt.

Luciana and I, our pussies simultaneously pleasured by our lover, leaned forward. Our lips locked in a hot deep kiss. Our tongues played back and forth. Luciana's hands found my tits, massaging them, letting the tender warm flesh slide against her palms. I groaned into her mouth. Luciana ended the kiss and focused on my breasts. My head fell back, my brown hair hanging down my back, and I let out a series of sobbing groans at the incredible combined sensations of Luciana's strong hands on my boobs and Rick's thick cock in my snatch.

I wanted to extend this fuck, try not to be a glutton, try to keep the sensations under control so I could draw out this wild unprecedented experience. As I said, I tried, but Luciana ran a hand from my tits, across my stomach, to my clit. As I rode my son's cock, Luciana teased the sweet bud. It was a tsunami of pleasure; I abandoned any attempt to control myself, riding my son's cock harder and faster, hissing in a voice so depraved that I didn't recognize it, "Yesssss, oh fuck god, yesssssssssssss."

I drove myself down hard on Rick and ground my hips from side to side as Luciana mercilessly worked my clitoris, no longer teasing it but pushing it hard into my body, where I felt it rub against my son's cock buried deep within me. I lost all control. I shuddered and came, whooping and falling forward into Luciana's body. 

I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure wash through my body. When finally able to open them again I was greeted with Luciana's exquisite face. I slipped my tongue into her mouth for a salacious kiss. Rick, who had stopped thrusting into me as I rode the wave of my orgasm, started to once again roll his hips.

I turned my focus to Rick. We had fucked in this position innumerable times, I knew what he liked, I knew what angles and tempos drove him wild.

Luciana, in turn, had become immersed in Rick's talented tongue. She closed her eyes, dwelling on what was happening between her legs. I admired her strong athletic body; she looked like she could go all night long. I took her large breasts, which bounced in time with her movements, in my hands, loving their heavy firm fullness. My thumbs flicked across her hard nipples. Luciana moaned as the sensation in her tits merged with those of Rick's tongue in her pussy.

I was fucking the length of my son's penis, alternating slow, shallow dips with deep thrusts, lowering myself, taking his entire shaft inside me, moving in a corkscrew motion. I knew how he loved this and when I released Luciana's breast and placed my hands on his stomach to steady myself, his muscles tightened. I thought about the cum churning in his balls, soon to spray inside me. My god, I was the luckiest woman in the world.

A sharp moan from Luciana momentarily distracted me. Rick had captured her clit between two fingers, squeezing it. I reached behind and cupped Rick's balls. With my other hand I pulled Luciana's face to mine; our lips and tongues wantonly played against each other. Luciana wrapped her strong fingers around the base of Rick's cock, squeezing him with a power I could not match, and she started rocking her hips with more force. I knew what she was feeling; Rick had eaten me to countless orgasms. Her perfect body flushed and she grabbed her tits, forcefully taking the nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

Luciana came first, "COGER. COGER, COGER, AHHHHUNNNNHHHH."

As Luciana's juice swamped his face Rick's balls tightened and his scream was obscured in Luciana's snatch as he emptied the contends of his balls in his mother's happy waiting cunt. My body tingled, I was light headed, my vision blurred, I felt weightless, as if gravity had been switched off. I was living in a volcanic eruption and screamed in bliss before collapsing beside Rick, unable to move, think or speak. Luciana moaned, "Yo acabé," and lay next to me. Rick added a more colloquial, "Ohmogod." 

I was nestled between my two wonderful lovers. They took turns kissing me tenderly while playing with my tits and cunt, eventually bringing me one final orgasm. Then Luciana wrapped her arms around me and the three of us drifted off to sleep.

I woke several hours later. Luciana was still asleep; Rick was gone. I stood and started to put on a robe, but couldn't see the point. I walked to the living room and found my naked son sitting on the couch, sketching. On the table in front of him were various drawings of Debruana and Montero, now clearly based on Luciana, kissing and making love.

I filled two glasses with water and sat next to him. He placed an arm around me and pulled me into his body. 

"Any regrets?" he asked.

"No, none at all." 

He took my hand in his. "Mom, I think you should accept it. You're bisexual, attracted to both men and women. And what's the rule of our house."

I smiled at him, running a finger down his face, "I get everything I want." I had, I thought, the best man in the world. 

He continued. "If we are going to include Luciana in any serious way we are going to have to tell her the truth."

"I know," I said.

We sat for awhile, quiet, holding each other. Rick finally broke the silence.

"I've been playing with this idea. Tell me what you think.

"Debranua attacks the Cobra Kai headquarters, finally destroying the organization. In the process she finds a cage in which a beautiful young woman – she sort of looks like this," he said, gesturing to the drawing, – "is imprisoned in contemptible misery. She learns that the women, whose name is Morena, was genetically engineered and trained for years for the single purpose of defeating Debranua. However, in the process of her training and study of Debranua, Morena fell in love with her. When she refused to fight, Morena was imprisoned. Debranua takes her home and Jason and Debranua nurse her back to health. In the process Debranua falls in love with her.



"When she falls in love she finds her powers are magnified. We learn that her love for Jason was so intense it clouded her perception; it obscured her true sexual nature, that she could love, should love, both men and women. When she loved only Jason she tapped into only part of herself and only part of her power. When she discovers her true sexuality she accesses all her power. We will have to work out a way to make Jason accept all this, but his love for Debranua will ensure it will work out. Debranua and Morena form a team.

"It emphasizes the love story, frees me from endlessly re-working the limitations on Debranua's powers, and opens us the LGBT and Hispanic markets."

I loved it, and said so. Luciana who had quietly been standing in the doorway for much of the conversation, said "Do I get partial credit?"

Rick had anticipated her. "Yes. I'd like you to work on the book with me."

*   *   *   *

New York is a big, diverse and often anonymous place. No one was surprised when a young woman moved in with an older man and still older women. They all seemed deeply in love and over time became devoted parents to several more children. When New York finally allowed gay marriage, Luciana and I were joined together. The three of us look forward to the day when the law understands that three people can love each other as much as two and that the love of a mother and son can be transcendent.



Never Doubt I Love



For the next hour we wandered through the warehouses drinking in the show but now a couple, holdings hands, touching, exchanging kisses. When the performance ended the crowd was ushered into several rooms as bands played music. Rick and I danced for an hour. Our kissing and touching became increasingly more aggressive. When we piled into a cab bound for the hotel I attacked him, kissing him over and over. When the cabbie reached the hotel we slipped him a bill with a generous tip, we were not waiting for change. We hurried through the lobby, but were disappointed to find another couple on the elevator. We'd have to wait until we got to the room. There, my hands shaking, I fumbled with the key card, unable to open the door. Rick took it from me and effortlessly inserted it in the door; the buzz let me know I'd soon enter a world I had never imagined.

When we got into the room he pushed me against the wall and kissed me with frantic intensity. His tongue and lips were like a whirlwind driven, I now know, by years of suppressed need and desire.

I had to calm him down.

I turned my back. "Darling, please undo my dress."

He grasped the zipper and pulled it down.

"Now my bra."

He fumbled with the snaps. His hands were shaking.

"Take your time, they're complicated."

He slowed down, unhooking the snaps. I turned back around, letting my dress fall to the floor and tossing my bra onto a nearby chair. I was wearing heels, stockings, garter and panties.

"I'm sorry Mom, I'm so nervous. I've wanted this, waited for it, for years."

I glanced down at my body. "I hope you're not disappointed."

"Oh gosh no, Mom. You could never disappointment me. You're beautiful."

"I want to see you," I paused, "naked."

He started to fumble with his clothes. I held up a hand.

"Please, let me, I'd like to do it."

I unbuttoned his shirt, ran my fingers along his hairless chest, and kissed his nipples. 

"I guess I wasn't paying attention. When did you become a man?"

"Do you really think so?'

I pressed my hand against his erection, drawing a sharp exhalation of air from him. "Oh yes I do, yes, I most certainly do."

I removed his shoes and socks, undid his belt, and pulled off his pants. I carried his clothes to the closet, carefully placing them on hangers, and then took my time strolling back, giving him time to examine my form. My eyes, on the other hand, were locked on his underpants, which were tented by a very impressive pole.

I kneeled down and removed his boxers.

"Wow!"

"It is okay Mom?"

"Its better than okay, its magnificent."

His cock was at least an inch and a half longer than his father's and much thicker. It was heavily veined and purple in color, the head a dusty brown. His ball sac was thick and heavy. The irony struck me. His father, who had often derogated his son's masculinity, carried around a water gun compared to this cannon.

My mouth was watering. My husband complained that I didn't suck his cock enough but, I thought, he was not offering me something like this. I looked at it hungrily. 

"Honey, do you mind if I taste your cock? Suck on it?"

"No, no, I mean yes, I mean its okay Mom."

I asked him to lay on the bed and crawled on after him. I wrapped my fingers around his dick. I was perplexed by exactly how to approach it. "My god honey...you're so... big." 

I ran my hand up and down his tool. I brought my face close to it, loving it's earthy masculine smell. I kissed it, licked some pre-cum from the tip, and then, stretching my jaw as wide as I could, closed my eyes, and thought here goes nothing. I took several inches into my mouth.

"Oh gosh Mom...ohhhh goshhhh...," he moaned.

He was big. I started to gag, but he already seemed insecure enough about his bedroom skills. I suppressed the gag reflex and bobbed my head up and down as long as I could before releasing him. His fat member was covered with my saliva. I studied it while sucking my numb lips into my mouth to restore the circulation.

"Did I do good, baby. Did I suck it right. Do you want Mommy to suck your cock some more?"

When he nodded yes I licked the length of his tool.

"OH gosh Mom...yes...oh fu..." he stopped. Had he ever cursed around me? "Oh yesssss..."

I wrapped my mouth around his cock and moved my head up and down while licking and sucking him. I studied his face, his lips were parted and his eyes closed; he was immersed in the pleasure my mouth was bringing him. I cupped his testicles. They were tightening up. He was getting close! I thought all the better, that way he would stay hard longer when the inevitable happened; when I took him into my cunt. I juiced and spasmed at the thought.

"Oh god yeasssss...Oh Mom...," he said over and over again.

I came up for air.

"Do you like it."

"Yeah, it's better than I imagined."

"You've got a beautiful delicious cock, son." I thought for a second and then decided to say it. "Mommy wants you to come in her mouth before she fucks you."

I took him back into my mouth. He was in heaven, moaning loud, pre-cum dripping from him. He put a hand on the back of my head but quickly removed it. I placed it back on my head, letting him know it was okay. He gently ran his fingers through my hair. I kept sucking and lavishing affection with my tongue. I decided to see how much more of him I could take into me and soon he was banging against the back of my mouth. I played with his testicles, fondling the source of his cum. He was becoming more excited; his hand on my head forced me down, cramming more of his dick in my mouth. The thought of him taking control sent a shock wave through my cunt. I surrendered completely, taking my cue from him, letting him move my head up and down, letting him determine how hard and fast he'd fuck my face.

He grunted and his fat testicles retracted into his body; the sweet creamy stuff shot up the length of his tool and filled my mouth. I struggled to capture every delicious drop, making a show of savoring his jism, my face aglow in pleasure. A drop or two escaped from the corner of my mouth and fell onto a breast.

He was wide-eyed, staring at me. 

"How long have you dreamed about me sucking you off, darling?"

"Don't remember the first time. It's been, like, forever. You're the sexiest sweetest woman in the world." 

"You sure? You haven't met them all."

"I'm sure."

I lay on the bed next to him, my head on his shoulder, my hand rubbing his chest. His arm ran down my back. For awhile we were quiet, then I spoke. "Are you ready to return the favor?"

"Yes." His voice faltered, "It's just that, I've never done it before. I'm not sure how. I've practiced a lot in my head."

"Well, I'm sure you'll be the best Mommy-eater ever. Let me show you the basics."

I spread my legs. This is my vagina." I sank a finger inside, letting off a low growl. "Sensitive inside, sensitive outside." I ran the wet finger from my cunt to my asshole, sighing happily. "This is my perineum, sensitive and generally underappreciated." I placed my hands above my clitoris and spread my labia. "The labia, sensitive and also underappreciated, and," pulling its hood aside, "the clit, very very sensitive."

He placed his hands on the sides of my vagina and licked the opening. I squealed. He did it again, harder. I jumped. He spread the lips and curled his tongue, pushing it inside and moving it around. I moaned. "Oh baby, that feels so good."

He throughly explored my sex with his tongue, cataloging how I responded when he licked each nook and cranny. I squealed in delight and his confidence quickly grew. He became more aggressive. His licks became stronger, less tentative. I relaxed and focused on what he was doing to me.

"Oh that's it son, so good, you're a natural pussy eater, you're doing so good."

My flow increased. He licked the length of my labia. He massaged my perineum, using my pussy juice as lubricant. 

"Uuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

He repeated the motion, this time pulling my labia's lips apart.

"Ohmigod, honey, honey, put a finger inside me." The tone of my voice, so needy and desperate, surprised me.

He sank a finger inside me. It roamed around while he licked and kissed my labia, at times sucking its lips into his mouth. I rocked my hips, causing the mattress to ripple underneath us. He found my g-spot.

I jerked. "Oh fuck, unnnhh..."

He stopped a second and looked at me. He didn't understand what had just happened. "Are you okay?" 

I looked him in the eye. "Oh baby, its so good, never been this good. The place you touched me inside, it's a special place. I'm so close. Suck my clittie."

He lowered his head and his tongue pushed aside the hood of my clitoris and teased the exposed nub. His finger alternated between exploring my pussy and returning to my g-spot, whose location seemed hard-wired in his brain.

His cheeks concave, he sucked my clit into his mouth while licking and lapping it. It was the most intense experience of my life, my being was centered on the fire between my legs. The sensations in my clit, which shimmered like the waves on a pond, combined with the deeper sharper sensual pleasure of my g-spot and vagina. My stomach and pelvis merged; I was a single pressure cooker. I grabbed his head and pulled him tight to my crotch. He looked at me, his eyes on my face. His eyes were beautiful. 

Then it came, an unworldly explosion, powerful waves of euphoric energy spread through me and went on and on, overwhelming me, leaving me unable to perceive anything but the cataclysm between my legs. My clit became hyper-sensitive and I yanked my son's head from it, moving him to my vagina. He drank the juice pouring from me and licked the opening, prolonging this seemingly immortal orgasm. Finally, I could take no more and pulled his head away. He crawled up the bed. I lay my head on his shoulder and he held my quaking body. My left leg was shaking.

We were still. I was breathing deeply, enjoying the warmth of his body. After a few minutes I excused myself and stumbled towards the bathroom to wash my face. I dipped a finger into myself, my pussy was soaked with cream. When I returned he was laying naked on the bed, legs spread. His cock, although not fully erect, was thick with blood.

"Mom, you're beautiful."

I thought I must look a bedraggled mess, but there was no artifice in his face. When he looked at me, I felt beautiful.

"Rick, what you did, just now, it was amazing. I love you."

"I love you too Mom. What happened tonight, I've dreamed about it for years."

"Good honey, but it's not over yet. I need this," I ran my finger up the length of his penis, which became fully erect before I reached the crown, "between my legs. I mean, if that's what you want?"

He smiled, a kind loving munificent smile. His pulled my head to him. We spent several minutes kissing and xploring each other's mouths. I felt his erection against me. He seemed in no hurry, but it was time. I rolled off him and onto my back. I spread my legs. "Honey, please, I need you inside me."

Rick straddled me, but looked unsure. I soon realized why. At first he tried to slip his dangling penis into me without success. He then took it in his hand, but still couldn't find the correct angle to enter me. It came to me, despite his talented mouth, he was a virgin. I took hold of his penis.

"You've got quite the cock, baby." And then, my voice a bit quieter. "Will I be your first?"

His tone revealed that he was not sure what I'd think of his answer. "Yes."

"I'm glad honey. I'm glad you waited for me. I'm glad I'm here for you."

I fit the head of his cock into my vagina and he slid in. He was stiff as iron and I soft and yielding as a pot of honey; there was no resistance. When he was all the way inside he stopped. I put a hand on his ass to keep him in place and stroked his face. I pulled him to me, tickled his tongue with mine, and withdrew it into my mouth. His tongue followed and we shared long kisses. The obvious delight I was taking in his kisses emboldened him and he started fucking me, moving in and out while rolling his hips against mine. God it felt good. I started gasping, then moaning, a thin sheen of sweat covered my body. I pulled his head to the side of mine and whispered in his ear, "Oh god son, fuck me, fuck your mommy."

Rick started to increase the pace. I wrapped my legs around him, guiding him, letting him know what I wanted. Our bodies were soon rocking together, his cock sliding along the roof of my vagina, the crown catching my g-spot. Our pubic bones rolled over each other; I ground my clit against him. I massaged his thick meat with my fuck muscles.

"Oh, Mom, does that ever feel good, so good."

"Ohhhhhhh, baby, you're right, so good. Mommy loves it. Mommy loves your cock." 

My inhibitions disintegrated as the delirious consequences of my incestual lust became manifest. My son and I were made to fuck each other. I wanted it. My vaginal muscles gripped him, trying to pull him all the way inside. It was where he belonged.  

"Oh, god Mom, that's beautiful, it feels so good." 

"Oh, ah, fuck it! Fuck it! Yes, son, yes, fuck it! Fuck it! Yes, that's it! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, ahhh, that's what I like!" 

I had never known this kind of desire. Sex, for me, had become a duty. Now I saw that sex, combined with love, was a gift from god. The wild sensations fluttering through me were without restriction or purpose, they were the product of unadulterated love and desire. I had never know how exciting it could be to just be fucked. I worked my snatch around Ricks' cock, hoping I was bringing him half the joy he was bringing me.

"Oh, Mom, that's it, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, that's what I like. Oh, yes, yes." 

He lifted himself and looked me in the eyes. I saw in his face what I felt in my heart, love and desire, the deepest emotion and the rawest lust. He rammed his dick into my cunt. I was getting hotter and hotter.

He closed his eyes; his face contorted. He was about to pour himself into me. The thought of my son emptying his balls inside me redoubled my desire.

"Ohhhhhh, shit, I love it, I love it, I love it. Give me your cum!"

This was the kind of fucking I had thought only existed in one's imagination.

"Ohhhh, Rick, honey, your cock feels so fuckin' good in me."

He shouted, "FFFUCCCKKKK MOOMMMMEEEE...," his body stiffened and I felt his cum pour into the boiling depths of my box. As he came I was consumed by a mind-blowing orgasm. My uterus, pelvis, and anus contracted, squeezing his pistoning tool even harder. A kaleidoscope of lights overwhelmed my mind.

I next remember laying under him. I heard his deep breathing and felt his chest rise and fall. I struggled to catch my breath. A sticky liquid, a combination of my juice and his sperm, trickled down my ass crack, soaking into the bed. I closed my eyes. The whole world consisted only of my happy satisfied sex, my boy's warm beautiful body, and the love that seemed a palpable substance in the room. I was close to passing out.

"Mom, are you okay?"

I opened my eyes. A broad smile spilt my face. "Oh baby, okay doesn't begin to describe it."

* * * *

I woke first the next morning. I looked at my son, sweet contentment evident on his face and headed for the shower. I had started to wash my hair when Rick stepped in. 

"Let me," he said. He stood behind me and ran his strong fingers through my scalp. When done he let the water run through my hair, rinsing away the lather and suds. I turned back to him. He was so beautiful, everything was perfect, and I loved him so much, but I knew this could only be a temporary reality. I felt like I needed to warn him. "You know, this can't go on forever."

He had anticipated me. "What happens in New York stays in New York?"

"Something like that," I weakly responded.

"Well, we're still in New York." We embraced. Our tongues roughly explored each other's mouths. I caressed his erect penis. Rick's hands roamed over my back and ass. I released his dick and pressed my body against him, enjoying the feel of my soft tits on his hairless firm chest and his hard cock on my wet stomach.

Rick seemed confident of his appeal to me. He kissed me and slipped a hand between us, taking hold of a soapy slippery breast and working the nipple with his thumb. I returned my hand to his erection, pulling up and down its length. The heat between us intensified. He backed me up against the wall and gasped, his voice burning in barely controlled ferocity, "I want to fuck you." He was shaking with desire and, I realized, so was I. Our need for each other had jumped from smoldering to conflagration; it was overwhelming, all consuming. 

I spun around and placed my hands on the shower wall and reached between my legs for his cock. Unlike last night, however, he needed no help. He quickly found my channel and drove his entire length into me. I moaned, deep, lusty, and loud, as he filled me; I matched my wanton thrusts to his. It felt so good. I wanted his cum inside me.

Rick gripped my hips tightly. He may have been new to fucking, but he knew what I needed. He took me hard and fast. Each time he slammed into me I bucked into him. Our pace increased exponentially. All I could think about was how good it felt and how much I wanted his cum, my son's seed, in my twat. Obscene desires filled me, I wanted him to blow his hot young balls up his mother's warm wet hole. I wanted his semen. It was time for him to fill the place he'd left eighteen years ago. 

Rick did not disappoint; he cried out and poured his jism into me. My pussy clenched and twitched around his spurting cock and I was subsumed by an orgasm. Rick kept going, grunting over and over as he filled my quivering happy pussy with load after load of his cum. I groaned deeply; my orgasm reached a second peak.

When my climax passed and I was sure Rick had fully emptied himself inside me, I straightened up and leaned back against him. His cock slipped from my warm pussy. He wrapped his arms around my stomach. I pressed back against my son, loving the feel of his arms holding me tight. 

We stood together for several long wonderful minutes, but Rick couldn't long resist the allure of my breasts and his hands soon slid up my stomach and he caressed them until my nipples stood straight and hard. I let out a soft moan, leaned back, kissed him, and then turned to face him. Our mouths met in a deep, slow kiss that seemed like it might never end. Rick massaged my ass and then ran his hands up my side, returning to my breasts. I slipped a hand down to fondle and stroke him. He was fully erect. I centered the head on the opening of my vagina and he entered me.

We fucked for a long time. Rick was shorter than my husband, just the right height for a standing-fuck. Our pace was slow, leisurely, patient. He held me against the shower wall and ground his body into mine. His pelvic bone trapped and massaged my clitoris. At times I stood on one leg and hooked the other around his, allowing him to drive deeper inside me. While it limited my movements, Rick still found ways to rock me back and forth, varying the way he moved within me. I looked into his eyes, kissed his lips, eyes, and cheeks, loving the closeness of his body against mine.

I came over and over. Not the kind of orgasms that make you scream and beg your lover to stop, but the kind that make you whimper and pray he never does. Eventually Rick's motions became jerky and uneven. I could see him trying to hold back, trying to delay his orgasm, but I wanted him to come.

"Rick, honey, come inside me. Give me your cum. I'm your Mommy-lover now and you're the best lover ever. I love you son, I want your cream. Please baby, come inside me, give Mommy what she wants."

Rick grunted, hard, short, and deep, and filled my quivering pussy with his sperm. Feeling his cum triggered another orgasm and I murmured sweetly as my body shook around his cock.




Never Doubt I Love



We were both spent. I held my son. His penis softened and fell from my satiated pussy. We remained like that for a long time, letting the water flow across our bodies. I loved the feel of his body. We lingered in a long embrace, comfortable with our nakedness and each other. 

Rick eventually moved his hands up to my breasts. I let out a gentle happy moan and kissed him. He teased my nipples until they were stiff and pert. We exchanged a deep loving kiss. Rick massaged my ass. I slipped a hand across his stomach. He was hard again.

"Ricky, why don't you put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door."