11 comments/ 54239 views/ 33 favorites Summer of Change Ch. 01 By: ZexWizzard Jason started his six foot athletic frame down the stairs after getting ready for his last week of high school. Entering the kitchen where his mother was busy cleaning up after having made breakfast, he took his usual place at the table. "Ready for your last week," she asked? "I guess," he replied, "Not much to get ready for, really." "Well, I'm proud of you none the less," she said. Jason, having an extremely high IQ, found school and its studies undemanding, as he always had. It was quite a simple matter to merely go over all the information presented to him in each class, of which he fully retained, then retrieve the information in his mind at test time. He really didn't understand why some students had such a troublesome time with their own studies. His mother had explained to him that most other students, as well as people in general, couldn't memorize information as his mind did so naturally, and that he should be tolerant and patient with his friends about such matters. Not that he had many friends, but he had picked up a few over the years being able to help them with their studies. As for memorization, he didn't understand exactly what that was or meant. Why most people were not able to recall whatever they were exposed to, he was unable to grasp. You listen to what someone told you, or paid attention to what someone showed you. You passed that information along to the next individual that asked you about it whether in verbal or written form. That was all a "test" was. He had never understood the concept of "cramming" for one since you had already been given the information. A lifetime of straight A's that had earned him valedictorian upon graduation had been a thrill for his mother in the place of himself. He actually saw no accomplishment in it, not having to compete with anyone else for the so called honor. It was merely a result of his having come to the end of his high school education. But, his mother had informed him that although she had held reign on his education till now, as he entered adulthood and his higher education, his future would hold ever greater awards as well as rewards. The administration had wished to accelerate his schedule and advance him several times, which would have left him to enter any number of universities by the age of 16 or even younger. Several of the nation's finest institutions had made bid for his attendance long ago, as well as several baseball scouts interested in his pitching ability. But his mother had forbid all but one grade skip, and that only when it appeared to her that he had become bored and disinterested with the given curriculum or instructors. That put him graduating a few days after his 18th birthday, her having entered him into school one year late. The scholastic authorities had thought it unwise, but she refused to deprive him of his childhood and teenage years, even though it was clear early on that he would not concern himself with all of the usual activities with which his peers occupied themselves. With the exception of a small role on the baseball team as lead relief pitcher, called 'minor lead relief' because he had the best arm in four counties but refused to dedicate any time as a full time player. He didn't practice, and was only required to show up at crucial games, warming up and taking the field only to save one, and had never actually pitched more than three full innings. He was content with his studies, and more than his share of extracurricular academic activities. Then the rest of his time was spent at home surfing out information on his computer, watching documentaries or movies on TV, or just spending time with his mom. His first years of higher education were actually already in his head by way of the internet. All that was necessary was for him to breeze through his classes once he arrived on campus which would place him earning his bachelor's degree in just two years. Starting on his breakfast, Jason asked his mother, "Why am I so different?" "Different?" she asked back, "You mean unique?" "You use the term unique, as you have for years, me being your offspring," he answered, "I mean different from all other people my age, or even older." "Well," she began, "I've always felt that with my slightly over average intelligence and your fathers near genius, that you in layman's terms got a double dose of smarts." "We've joked about that before," he said through his food smiling, "but I mean, why is it that I can't quite comprehend some aspects of life outside of the academic world. You know, beyond facts and figures." "Well, I don't know exactly," she answered, "I suppose no one does. What's troubling you?" "That I'm not ready for school," he said. "You just said that there was nothing to get ready for," she replied, "Your clean, your dressed, you're eating breakfast. What's left for you to do?" "I don't mean my last week of high school," he said, "I'm talking about my first year of college this coming fall." "W-What?" she replied, surprised and just a bit startled. "You've already studied all the material for your classes. You need only to meet the academic requirements for attendance to earn your initial degree. Then, it's on to your multiple masters and doctorates just as you've planned. After that, with your analytical mind and perfect recall, you will be able to write your own ticket in any field you wish." "That's not what I mean," he began, "You were careful to insure that I had as normal an adolescence as was possible for me, making sure I was not rushed through my education by the establishment." "Yes?" she answered, with question in her tone. But still not understanding what he was driving at. "I am going to make sure I have as normal a college experience as is possible for me," he replied, then went on to flatly state, "I'm not ready. And until I am, I'm not going." "What on earth are you talking about?" she asked perplexed. "As of Tuesday night, at precisely 12:02 AM Wednesday morning, I will legally be an adult," he answered, "And I don't have the first clue as to what that entails." "Just what are you driving at honey?" she asked. "Let me put it another way in the form of a question," he answered. "Alright," she said as she focused her attention. "Setting aside the first two obvious answers," he stated, "personal pleasure and procreation, why are people driven to have intercourse?" "Uh... uh," was all she managed to get out of her mouth. "What's the matter?" he asked, finishing his breakfast and leaning back in his chair. "Uh," she repeated, still not knowing how to answer. "You do know, don't you?" he asked. "Well... yes, uh... of course I know," she said, "It's just a little hard to put into words." "You mean, 'difficult to explain' don't you?" he said. "Oh... yes, of course," she answered, "Difficult to explain." "Take your time," he said as he reached for his orange juice. She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts as he took the last drink from his glass. Then in desperation she came at the subject from another direction. "You have finally become interested in sex I take it," she replied. "No," he answered simply. Taken back a bit, she enquired, "I... I don't understand. Then, why on earth ask me, your mother of all people, about intercourse?" He put his empty glass on the table, crossed his arms, leaned back into his chair once again and began to explain. "You are more familiar with me than anyone, and I am interested in understanding why I am not interested in participating in an activity that virtually every healthy red-blooded American teenage male I know attempts to engage himself in as often as possible and is unable to directly concentrate on little else until he acquires it. In addition, his focus on all other objectives is limited to a very short period of time following the procedure, after which the process begins all over again." "Oh," she replied, having only a vague comprehension of his dilemma. After another moment of silence, he said, "Well?" "Oh, Uh... Well... Hmm, that's the most unique way of putting it I have ever heard," she said. "Thank you, but the question still stands," he replied. "Yes, well," she responded, then added, "Uh, I don't know just how to answer it at the moment. Perhaps you could give me a day or two to think about it, and we can discuss it further, say... Wednesday night." "That sounds reasonable under the circumstances," he answered, "As it is, I have all summer. Or more accurately, we have all summer." He stood from his chair and gathered his car keys from the table and headed for the side door that led to the garage. "I'll be home about 9:00 or 9:30 tonight, as well as tomorrow night. I'm helping some of my class mates with last minute school work and graduation plans," he said, "Also, several of my teachers seem not to be able to leave me alone. They keep enquiring about my short and long term plans for the future." "Have you spoken to anyone else about... this," she asked? "Certainly not," he replied, "This is much too personal a matter and frankly the student body doesn't need another reason to talk about me behind my back. In addition, there are still a handful of guys willing an attempt at tormenting me to my face if they are partnered in two's or three's. Although my size and Coach Tier teaching me how to defend myself prevents any of them from doing any real damage anymore, even in those numbers. In conclusion," he explained, "I decided early on that only one person would be privy to this problem and its remedy. You are the most logical choice as well as my personal preference." "Of course," she said, "I agree entirely, and thank you." "No... thank you," he said, as he kissed her cheek, "You have been a good provider since dad was killed, as well as a wonderful mother and I love you. I'll see you tonight." "I love you too son," she said, "Be careful." "I will," he answered. And with that he was out the kitchen door. A few seconds later, she heard the sound of his car crank and him pull out of the driveway. Then, as she heard his father's Corvette fade off into the distance, she took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, with a 'whew.' "Sex", she said to herself, "What in the world am I going to tell him?" Bell had only been intimate with two men before meeting Jason's father at a very young age. Each in turn had been uneventful, un-gratifying and very much forgettable. At first she even thought she was one of those women that did not enjoy intercourse at all, until Victor. Jason's father had been gentle, attentive, but aggressively exciting. They had enjoyed a rich and fulfilling sex life. He being quite older than Bell there had been many women in Victor's past, but falling in love at first sight after having met her had brought an abrupt end to his near playboy lifestyle. Through his experience, coupled with the true love he held for her, she benefited as being the sole object of his desire. And he had possessed a lot of desire. A couple of years after his death, Bell had eventually dated and had even permitted two separate relationships with other professional men that had both ended short lived as well as disappointing. It would not be fair to Victor to say they hadn't measured up to him, for they had not even come close, neither of them even being in Victor's league. As a result, she assumed she had experienced the ultimate in intimacy with Victor and all others would be but a pale shadow by comparison. Therefore, she had abandoned ever having such with anyone again and focused all her attention on the gift that their love and intimacy had provided them, Jason. Monday passed uneventful. Jason was in late each night, but before 10:00 PM. Mother and son greeted each other in passing and shared small talk about their day before each retired to bed. But nothing was mentioned of the subject of the upcoming Wednesday night. Tuesday night they celebrated his birthday with his favorite meal accompanied with a small cake and ice cream. Then they had watched a video he had been wanting her to see, after which they had stayed up late passed his actual time of birth before hugging each other and retiring to bed. Wednesday came and Bell had made arrangements to take off work from her job at the bank in order to determine just what course of action she was to implement concerning Jason. Truth-be-known she wasn't actually sure what exactly Jason was expecting from her by way of an explanation. He had to be familiar with every biological aspect of the intercourse process, and she suspected he even knew more than the average teenager of the intricate details that took place inside the male and female bodies during their interaction, at least from a clinical perspective. Her suspicions now confirmed he was a virgin, his problem of not understanding probably lie in him never having engaged in 'any' sexual experience of any kind, however hard that was to believe. Maybe even never having been aroused consciously for all she knew. She was aware that he had ejaculated in his sleep from time to time since having gone through puberty, her having found evidence of such while doing the laundry. But Jason's mind, while rarely ever forgetting anything it was exposed to while awake, never recalled dreams. They had discussed that aspect of his life, done research on the matter and found it to be quite common not only in the general population, but also of intellects such as his. Most people did not remember many dreams and some remember almost none their entire lives. In Jason's case, he had never recalled a single dream, and from that perspective having never experienced one, he didn't even understand the concept, unfortunate to say the least. For him first, and now for Bell, who because of that fact alone was faced with the chore of explaining to him why 99.99% of the population of the planet found sex enjoyable, if not absolutely essential. As a precaution only, besides the discussion they would have, Bell took time Wednesday afternoon to drive two towns over and purchase three adult videos from an erotic book and novelty store. She parked in the back walking around the corner and paid with cash, hoping not to be recognized. She could have merely rented videos but that would necessitate her having to return them. She planned on not making a second visit to a place like that. She also had not looked to closely at the videos in her rush to be in and out as quickly as possible, making sure only of their rating and possible quality as best she could tell, not being familiar with such herself. She hoped it would not become necessary to use them, but if push came to shove she would have them handy if they were needed for illustrative purposes. She doubted Jason had ever seen one or even wished to for that matter, but this was really unknown territory. It had never crossed her mind that she would be required to explain the 'why' of sexuality to her own son. The rest of the parental world only had to deal with the 'how' and appropriate 'when' with their own offspring, if having to deal with it at all this day and age. Teenagers learned so much on their own so early and quickly these days, especially with all the information so readily available. Returning home she took the videos to her bedroom, not wanting to leave them in the living room until at what time they were needed, and only on the out chance they were needed at all. She checked the time and found Jason would not be home for a while. Given the time, she decided to preview one of the videos. It wouldn't hurt to make sure there was no genuine filth or smut as she understood many of the hard core versions contained. She and Victor had never engaged in this form of 'entertainment,' but he had indulged in the practice earlier in his life before meeting her and had related a few of his own experiences. She did not wish Jason exposed to any unnecessary vulgarity, not to mention violence, especially in this context. She inserted the disc into the player and sat down on the edge of the bed with the remote in order to fast forward through most of the movie. Doing so she found the first video contained sex acts of a straight forward general nature, free of any lewd behavior except for the obvious story line and the people being paired up. It was an office setting where the secretary located at the front desk was in charge of 'preparing' clients for their meeting with her boss. After each 'consultation' the owner of the company won contracts with each business man and one business woman, and rewarded his secretary at the end of the day with a generous bonus. In turn, she thanked him in the same manner she had 'counseled' each of his clients. She removed the first video from the player and returned it to its case, then inserted the second. It appeared to have more of an amorous theme beginning with a couple that were obviously on vacation in a cabin located in a forest, complete with a water fall behind the cabin. The storyline was one of them rekindling their romantic feelings for one another. The female was always scantily clad or even naked, and two of their interactions took place under the waterfall itself. It was more erotic than the first, and Bell even found herself thinking back to her and Victor's time together. One bedroom scene in which the woman pleasured herself atop her partner reminded Bell of much the same thing she had enjoyed with Victor. Not intending to, Bell actually became slightly aroused. That was not why she had bought the videos, so she removed it from the player, returned it to its case then placed all three videos on the shelf. Removing her dress and undergarments, she headed for the bathroom for a shower before Jason returned home. As she entered, she shook her hair loose from its folds to let it fall about her shoulders. It had been years since she had felt any stirrings of desire and was a little self-conscious about it given the absence of Victor. Even a couple of years after his death, with the occurrence of the few encounters she had experienced, arousal had not induced them. She had allowed herself to be seduced in hopes of becoming aroused. They had failed. Apparently only Victor, or in this case the memory of him, could stir such feelings in her. Stepping into the spray of the shower head set to massage, she covered herself in lather by way of her body wash. She noticed that her nipples were swollen and sensitive to the touch. Her rubbing them to go down didn't help and caused the not quite feeling of an itch between her legs. She took the washcloth and made several passes with it between the lips of her womanhood, which caused the faint itch to turn into a twinge. She couldn't help herself from rubbing the area in question again when the washcloth inadvertently crossed the nub of her clitoris. This sent the almost forgotten jolt of enjoyment through her lower extremities. It had been so long since she had experienced such, that it surprised her. Her hand, now taking on a mind of its own, sent her fingers back to her clit in search of a second sensation. Powerless now to control her own hand, an image of Victor's head between her legs and the feel of his tongue buried deep in her pussy settled themselves onto her senses. Her finger continued to work up and down, back and forth on her clitoris as she eased herself down into the tub. In doing so the water from the shower head fell directly onto the folds of her womanhood as she continued to massage her clit. It felt wonderful. Dirty as it seemed, as she had never masturbated before, she couldn't stop. Her mind was awash with the image of Victor eating her out, his face smiling and his eyes staring at her from above her bush. Summer of Change Ch. 01-04 Disclaimer: This is a work of my own imagination. Author's Note: Title basically sums it up, I guess. There are 12 chapters total, posted in 3 sets of four. Hope you enjoy. * Chapter 1: "No!" twenty-two year old slim, petite and quite attractive Lana Stewart cried as she heard a loud crash come from under her car before it began to buck suddenly on her way home from work. She managed to keep control of her car as she pulled over and got it to stop without hurting herself or anyone else. Lana was not entirely out in the middle of nowhere, but at 10 P.M. when she couldn't remember the last time she saw another car on the road, she felt she may as well be. She picked up her cell phone and wanted to throw it against the windshield when she saw that she could not even get a partial signal. "No car, no phone and no one on the road," Lana said to herself as she took inventory. 'Looks like I'm walking,' she added mentally as she ran a hand through her long dark waves of hair. She walked for several long minutes, unsure of just how long or how far when she came upon a bar, She could see the long line of motorcycles out front as well as a number of drunken, black leather clad bikers headed towards a few. 'At least they'll have a phone,' she thought. From the instant she walked in it was no mystery just where she was. It was a biker bar and from the look of the patrons, not one was a poser. "Do you have a phone I could use?" Lana asked the bartender. "No phones for miles, girly," he told her. "Most of the people here don't wanna be bothered and there's little that's more irritatin' than a ringin' phone." "Thanks," she muttered as she turned to head back. But before she could get more than a step beyond, a large, round and black leather clad man who reeked of booze, smoke and she didn't want to guess what else, slid his thick, slimy arm around her slim waist and told her, "Lookin' for a phone, cutie? I got one for ya." As politely as she could, Lana moved to get out of his grip, but he only hung on tighter. "Let go of me," she ordered through mostly clenched teeth. "Not until you give me a little something," he told her, his hot, rancid breath falling over her slim, pale face. But before either of them could say another word, another black leather clad man walked up and moved the man holding onto Lana several steps back by taking hold of no more than his coat collar. This one was tall and muscular as opposed to short and round with strength. Their weight may have been around the same, but it was clear who wore it much better and could easily prove his was muscle. In the man's surprise, Lana was freed and quickly moved to leave the bar, only to be taken hold of again. This time by the new, late twenty-something and much more attractive biker who had just appeared. "Keep your grimy hands off my girl!" he fired, his voice about an octave or two higher and less rugged than the others she had heard when she came in. And she couldn't help but find herself a little attracted despite how he was holding onto her. 'At least he smells better,' Lana couldn't help but think. He smelled of leather and the crisp night air and though it was not often she inhaled a man's scent, this one was causing her to make an exception. "Sorry, Jas, didn't know," the man said quickly before he disappeared. "Come with me," the muscular, 5'11, long haired brunette man told her softly as he walked her over to a table in the back of the crowded bar. Lana didn't want to, but it was obvious he wasn't going to let go of her yet, though she was thankful that he wasn't hurting her. "What do you want with me?" she asked. "You're not from around here, are you?" he asked. She just shook her head in reply as she took in the sight of him again. He had a short, dark beard, but she could still mostly make out his slim and lightly tanned face. His incredible brown orbs, soft cupid bow lips and hardly a line on his handsome face, all seemingly completely contradictory of his supposed rugged image. "Don't worry, you're safe with me," he assured as he glanced around the bar. "How can I be so sure?" "They know me here. I say you're mine and they won't touch you. But if you're on your own, you might end up dead in a matter of hours, or worse." "Who are you?" "Jas is the only name you need to know. It's how they know me. What's your name?" "Lana," she answered. She paused for a moment and asked, "You keep saying they know you. How do they know you?" "Let's just say I don't always have the greatest temper and more than a few fighting skills I've put to use in this place, among others, and by now they know not one of them could take me." "Fists of steel and rings to match," she stated as she looked to his slightly scraped knuckles and large, sharp edged silver rings he wore on his thumbs and index and middle fingers. As well as the single, small silver hoop earrings he wore in each ear. She managed to temporarily tear her attention away from him seconds later as she felt herself growing increasingly warmer. "They help," he said with a sigh as he looked to his strong hands briefly before looking back to her. "So, what's an innocent looking young girl like you doing in this place?" It wasn't a pick up line, he just couldn't figure it out. And though it was the last thing he currently wanted, he was finding an interest in the young woman in return. "My car broke down a few miles from here," she told him. "You'd never know it," he said with a very slight smile, almost too slight to make out, as he looked her black and white work clothes over and noticed that she was barely sweating despite the crowd and her walk. "Thanks," she said with her own barely there smile. "Shit," he said suddenly as he looked to a few very large men coming into the bar. "What?" Lana asked as she began to turn to see for herself. "Don't look," Jas said just as suddenly. "These guys have been after me for a while. If they see you with me, they'll kill you." "Should I go?" she asked. Jas was just about to answer, but just then he saw another few of the large men come into the bar and he then took Lana's hand quickly. "You had your chance," he told her. "Where -?" she tried to ask, but by now he had her running out through the back door around to the front and lifted her onto the back of his motorcycle before he started it. Lana held tightly onto him as he drove. It wasn't her first time on a motorcycle, but never had she been on one doing at least seventy miles an hour down a deserted, darkened road. "Their leader and I got into it one night, he died, now they want me dead," he told her, having to shout over the motor. She didn't respond there. She felt he had said enough, but she couldn't help but wonder where he was taking her. Or what else he had in mind for her. 'You're safe with me,' were the words repeating in her mind. She wanted to believe them. But what was his definition of safe? She almost shuddered to think as violent images came into her mind. "I'm sorry about this," he said once they had pulled off into a motel lot. "I hadn't planned on having company. But since they saw you with me, you're gonna be a lot safer if you don't leave." "What do you mean I'm safe with you?" she asked, slight fear present in her voice. She couldn't help it. She had been close to this type of situation a number of times before, always able to protect herself before, but this time she wasn't sure if she could do it again. "I won't hurt you," he said as his dark eyes met hers. "I'm not like them. I may look it and there may be times I act like it, but that's not me." His reassurance began to work on Lana and she followed him into his room. He hadn't been lying about not expecting company as Lana could see a number of his clothes seemingly strewn across the room, his leather jacket soon joining a pile at the foot of the bed as he shrugged it off. "I'm sure it's not what you're used to, but make yourself at home," he said as he disappeared into the bathroom. She took a seat on the bed and let her eyes scan the small room as she heard the water come on in the shower. His dark clothes seemed to be all around, but that was all she saw. Not even a helmet for his bike. At the same time she found herself relieved when she realized he didn't have any weapons out. That if he had them they were in the next room with him or at least somewhere else. His words may have been soothing, but that was what was really helping her to relax. "Ready for bed?" he asked about ten minutes later when he came out of the bathroom in a pair of tight jeans and a short sleeved black t-shirt while he brought a towel to his long dark waves. 'His arms are huge!' she marveled mentally. "Yeah," she said in a slightly strained tone from the amazement of his appearance that his leather jacket had mostly hidden. She was only finding him more attractive by the minute it seemed, but she had to correct herself about one thing. His biceps were on the larger side and very well defined, but it wasn't as though he was a body builder. But she would not have been surprised to find out that he had been at least a semi-professional fighter. Catching her in her stare, Jas just shot her a knowing smile, finding himself looking her over again as well. Despite her embarrassment, Lana still could not look away as she now took in the sight of how his shirt was clinging to his abs and pectorals beneath. "Like what you see?" he asked, his smile still spread across his handsome face as he tossed the towel over to a chair. "I could ask the same of you," she replied through her growing embarrassment, an amused smile now tugging at her soft, slightly pouted lips. "All right, if you want to get changed, I'm sure I could find something for you to wear to bed," he told her as his eyes scanned the room. "I'm okay like this," she said as she pulled her long sleeved white satin shirt off, revealing her white tank top beneath. Her boots and socks were next before she laid down, still leaving her black pants, white tank top and bra on. "This wasn't how you saw your day ending, was it?" he asked as he turned out the lamp and laid down beside her. "Not in the least," she told him as she looked ahead into his incredible brown orbs, truly seeing them up close despite the darkness of the room. "But it sure beats going home alone to an empty apartment again, just going through the motions like I've done every day for the past however many years." "Glad to know I've been a nice distraction," he said, finally giving her a real smile. At that smile on those perfect cupid bow lips, Lana could not resist any longer. Being inches from them, within seconds she claimed his lips in an intense kiss. She didn't know why, but she had to have him. And she had to have him right then and there! Jas didn't protest, instead he kissed her back just as fiercely. His questing tongue slipping quickly passed her lips and teeth before reaching her own, realizing she was willing to let him take control. But not for long as Lana's tongue soon began to duel his while their bodies moved closer to each other. Lana now easily feeling his hardening bulge as her breasts pressed into his firm chest. Her hands soon moved to his belt between them and began to almost claw at it to unfasten it as quickly as possible, still never breaking their heated kiss as their tongues began to slip a little deeper into their mouths. It was Jas who broke their kiss to practically tear her tank top and bra from her slim frame, his strong hands venturing downwards to her pants next. Lana rolled over to her back to make it easier for them both. "Get me out of these," she breathed as he soon moved above her lower half and stripped it bare, leaving her clothes in a heap by the bed while her hands ran through his dark waves before tugging at the black material separating his heated chest from hers. This time it was Jas' turn to feel his shirt ripped from him, almost literally, as Lana brought her slender hands up and lifted it quickly from him, adding it to the growing pile. At seeing his chiseled, lightly bronzed torso, she couldn't help but rake her nails gently down its length, feeling each and every steel-like muscle beneath his smooth, increasingly feverish skin. And she couldn't help but enjoy the sight of his nipples being as hard as hers at the sensation. "I never would've expected this from you, Lana," Jas breathed as Lana's hands moved to his jeans to help him out of them. "When I saw you -" "I'm not usually like this, but there's something about you," she breathed in reply as she could feel his long, slender pole jutting towards her once his jeans had been lowered enough before he managed to slip them off entirely, the thick denim material the last to fall as he wasn't wearing anything beneath. Jas smiled in reply and moved his hands to her naturally large swells, his fingertips circling her rosy areolas as her small buds continued to strain. His mouth trailing kisses down from her smooth throat to the center divide between her breasts and lower still to the flat of her stomach before he trailed his tongue down to her heated core. Lana gasped sharply as he began to apply slight pressure to her nearly pebble hard clit, soon nipping lightly with his teeth. His strong hands increased their grip at her needful globes, but not enough to hurt her. His hot tongue had combed through her dark curls and was now circling her swell and her body was writhing in its molten delight. Now tasting this seemingly innocent beauty, Jas could feel his hard cock twitch with each flick of his tongue and at each moan his lover made. At this point he couldn't tell how long she would last, but he knew he would be ready to take her the moment she was ready for him to. Jas' hands soon began to lower as he moved his tall, muscular frame back up her body's length. Caressing her sides first, then the sides of her waist before he put his left hand to her right hip and lowered his right to her hot and juicing folds, her body growing increasingly ready to welcome him. As Lana's lips were soon covered by Jas' again, she could taste herself on his whole mouth and it aroused her to no end. To know that his incredible mouth had been against her most sensitive point. His tongue having been a hair's breath from being inside her. His rock solid dick would have to be next! While their kiss began to grow even deeper, Lana was still feeling his body moving ever so slightly, yet so solidly above her as she felt two of his fingers slide slowly into her while his thumb rubbed her swell intently. She could almost feel her body melting into the mattress beneath her under his weight, but as long as he didn't stop, she didn't care if she sank through it. She soon gasped again, a moan displaying her indescribable pleasure immediately following as he thrust his fingers into her, her hips bucking towards his hand in reply. At each snap of her lower half towards him, feeling his fingers already coated in her thick nectar and feeling how ready and how close she was, Jas knew he couldn't wait any longer. She was as ready as he was and there was no denying it now. Lana's hands had moved to the headboard behind her, her knuckles nearly white as her senses threatened to send themselves into overdrive. Jas soon took his hand back, hearing a soft, disappointed sigh come from Lana as she felt his digits slide out. As he moved above her again, he made a slight show of licking his fingers clean before he brought his lips to her neck while he moved his lower half between her parted legs. "Take me, Jas," her tone bordering on pleading. He took his lips from her again and smiled as he looked down upon her as he was already unable to form anything remotely resembling actual words. Though hers were all he needed to hear. Her moans and gasps had already been music to his ears and had worked wonders on his own senses. Jas took his long, slender and now throbbing rod into his fist and as he began to kiss her again, slowly and carefully pushed himself into her eagerly awaiting snatch, his shoulder length dark waves mingling with hers as he hovered above her. They both sighed in relief at this moment having finally arrived, taking a few moments just to savor it as they could both feel him filling her. Jas groaned pleasantly as her walls accepted him and pulled him in deeper. She was squeezing him so tight that he knew it wouldn't be long, but it was clear she would come first and he wanted it to be everything she was hoping for. Lana moaned as he finally began to thrust into her. Now her hands were at his wide, squared shoulders, clinging to him as gently as she could. But he was hitting each and every point in her velvety depths that were pushing her closer each time he pulled almost all the way out and virtually slammed into her again and again. Jas' hands had traveled to her hips again, helping to steady her as their pace continued to increase. Her hips were leaving the mattress at each thrust to meet his, the loud slapping of their wet flesh only capable of being even partially masked by their quickly amplifying rapturous moans and groans. It wasn't too much longer before the both felt Lana's walls beginning to flutter and her muscles coiling in preparation for what was sure to be one of her greatest orgasms ever. Jas continued to thrust himself into her again and again, knowing she was just on the edge. He fought to keep their kiss, but as their moans and gasps were coming quicker, lasting longer and growing louder, it was becoming almost impossible. With that in his pleasure fogged mind, his lips returned their attention to her sensitive neck and his right hand lowered again, this time using his middle finger to rub continuously against her hard and increasingly sensitive clit. Lana called his name, loudly, finally as the fire that had built within her had become like a wildfire through each of her veins. Her shudders tore through her entire petite frame and her blissful cries soon became a sheer scream of pure ecstasy as her fiery juices coated his buried cock. Jas rode out her volcanic orgasm through her very last tremor when finally, with a roar of his own ecstasy, he came just as explosively, his tight, heavy balls emptying themselves into his lover. Still they rocked together for a matter of moments until their ecstatic and quivering bodies had begun to recover, knowing they were truly spent and their moderate floods had run dry. Jas collapsed to Lana's side as they both laid weakly against the mattress, complete content reflected in their flushed features as they looked to each other. "Why do I get the feeling I won't be going back home tomorrow?" she asked once she had recovered enough of her breath. "Why do I get the feeling you don't want to go back?" he asked in reply, his own breath yet to completely return as well. Lana knew he was right and quickly returned her mouth to his. Jas quickly returned the tender kiss and put his strong arms around her as her left arm laid over his firm, sweat-dampened chest. * Chapter 2: "You stayed," Lana said softly as she awoke to Jas waking beside her the next morning. "So did you," he stated just as softly. "What now?" He sighed slightly as he sat up and said, "I need to get back on the road." This time it was Lana's turn to sigh, unable to conceal her disappointment as she sat up herself and unnecessarily held the sheet to her otherwise nude form. Pulling his jeans back on, he added, "And should a certain brunette be willing, I wouldn't mind the company." He then turned to her and waited for her reply. "You'd really want a pampered princess for your road companion?" she asked. It wasn't how she saw herself, but often how others saw her, even if only because of how she dressed and carried herself. Summer of Change Ch. 01 Then, in her mind, he raised himself from between her legs and brought his huge swollen penis to the lips of her cunt. The head separated her folds and drove slowly and purposefully down into the length of her passage till his balls slapped her ass as the head of his dick came to a stop to knock on the door of her womb, if only in her imagination. Upon impact an orgasm racked her body and exploded between her legs. Her greedy fingers dug deeper and her thumb pressed and massaged her clit to send a second climax surging through her pelvis. It was filthy, but she couldn't stop herself. It felt so devilishly delicious. It had been so long. She thought it something she would never feel again, and yet here it was. Two more waves swept over her, each slightly greater that the last, after which her body relented to ease into several aftershocks that clinched at Victors visionary cock, and eased her into a calm afterglow. Her breathing, which she hadn't noticed coming in gasps and spasms, returned to a deep steady rhythm feeding oxygen back into her system. She tried to stand and found she could only by holding onto the railings Victor had installed into the shower walls. Using them she turned herself several times rinsing the residue of soap from her body. When she felt herself capable she stepped from the shower stall and pulled a towel from the rack as she took a seat on the lid of the toilet. 'Whew,' she thought, shaking herself back to reality. Then to herself she said out loud, "Damn that felt so good. After all this time, I guess I really needed that." A few minutes after Bell had put on her usual evening gown and started dinner, Jason arrived home. Victor's Stingray, that Jason had been given for his 16th birthday, just as his father had wanted, pulled in beside his mother's car and came to a stop in the garage. She heard the garage door close as he came in the side door with a package that he promptly placed in one of the cupboards he frequently used. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," she said, then asked, "You want to get cleaned up first?" "Sure," he answered, "I'll be right back down." She heard him ascend the stairs as she finished setting the table. A few minutes later their meal was in place and she took her seat waiting for him to reappear. Then, as if on cue, she heard him bound down the staircase and around the corner dressed in his usual house shorts and tank top and watched him take his seat. As soon as he came to rest, he pulled up short as if in recognition, and said, "You're different." "What?" she replied with a chuckle, "What do you mean?" "Something about you has changed," he stated, "You didn't put your hair up for one thing, but that's not it." Her hand automatically went to her hair which was draped over each of her shoulders. In the aftermath of the incident, she had forgotten to put it back up. "I'm just being lazy tonight," she said, "But, I took off work today and I had just gotten out of the shower just before you arrived home. A day of rest in the middle of the week does wonders for a person." "That's not it," he said, "I've seen you refreshed as many times as not. This is something else." "Like what, pray tell?" she asked. "I don't know... just yet," he answered, "But it will come to me. It always does." Fidgeting, she adjusted herself in her seat, self-conscious now that he had noticed anything out of sort concerning her. She hadn't thought that far ahead, that he would perceive the subtle change that her incident in the shower had brought on. "We've never kept anything from one another," he stated. "I'll figure it out anyway, you know that." "Well, it hadn't occurred to me that you would be able to tell," she said with a sigh, "And yes, there has never been any reason for us to keep anything from each other. That's really a good thing, which has allowed me never to distrust you." She hesitated a moment, then continued, "We'll talk about it after dinner." "Okay," he said with a shrug, smiling. Throughout dinner and their normal conversation, he kept surveying his mother's speech, choice of words, actions and reactions, taking mental notes of each deviation from her normal behavior. She sensed him doing so, but could do nothing. It would also change nothing. She had already agreed to discuss the matter after dinner and it was just a question of whether he could figure it out on his own before she volunteered the information. It was all quite unsettling for her however. These were much different circumstances than they usually shared. As each of them finished their dinner she gathered the dishes, placing them in the sink to do later while he was watching TV or surfing the internet. He picked up behind her what she couldn't carry on her first trip and added them to the pile. He turned on the water and used the sprayer to wet them for pre-wash. Then without any emotion or change in his tone of voice he stated, "You had an orgasm." "Victor Jason Davenport the third," she said, crossing her arms and in as much of an authoritative tone as she could muster. "Well, you did," he replied chuckling. "What brought that on, our project for this evening?" "It's not a project," she said. "I was simply going to attempt to explain to you 'the why' of coupling, and no... well not directly anyway. This is quite awkward, and very embarrassing." "You shouldn't be embarrassed," he said, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I understand it is a natural biological process. I have knowledge of all the known scientific attributes of that process from the clinical perspective. What I lack, and simply wish to know is why I have never been compelled to include myself in such activities. As a result, I have never experienced such firsthand. Frankly, I am the only unnatural component in this equation. You've done nothing wrong." "I had just never anticipated having this conversation with my own son. Especially afterward, having to discuss the specifics of it with my own son," she replied. "I am your biological offspring," he stated before added further, "but under the circumstances you should think of me as your colleague. To me it is a project. And while we are on the subject of our project, what caused your orgasm?" "Colleague, huh?" she stated. "That's right," he replied, "It just happens to be a study in sexuality. And for once, a course of study in which you are already far more familiar with than I. I am actually the junior member of this group. You should be taking the initiative as well as full advantage of this opportunity and see it as such." "I hadn't thought about it along those lines." she said. "Sure," he replied. "I only wish to learn. I need to be enlightened. And I am going to be or I am not going to college this fall, I meant that the other day. College life is prevalent with the activity in question, and although I am not making direct plans on becoming a participant, I am not going to make myself a member of an environment of which I am totally ignorant of its most common social interactive properties." "I see," she said, raising one eyebrow. "Yes," he replied, exiting the kitchen and moving the conversation to the living room. "Now, what caused your orgasm?" he asked, as he sat down in his father's chair. Bell rolled her eyes as she followed him into the living room and took a seat on the couch, seeing finally there was no way around the course he was insisting upon taking. That was one of his most endearing traits really, persistent almost to a fault in his pursuit of a chosen objective. "Oh, alright," she said finally, "I wasn't going to use them unless it became absolutely necessary, but I bought three erotic videos today just in case we needed some sort of... well, visual aid or illustrative tool. Since I had no idea where this 'project' was headed or exactly how I was going to explain to you what little you didn't already understand and in what capacity, that's all I knew to do as a failsafe." "And you watched one," he stated. "Well, I watched two actually," she answered, "just to preview them." "And as a result, you had an orgasm," he said. "Yes... well no, what I mean is more than one," she volunteered, "But just from the second video. That's why I didn't preview the third." "Must have been one hell of a video," he replied. "That's not funny," she scolded, "and you watch your mouth." "Sorry," he relented, smiling with his hands in the air, "Humor has never been my strong suit, I know. But... and this will sound irrelevant given the results, was the video that erotic?" "Actually no," she answered, "The video was sensual of course, but it was the memory of your father it invoked that caused my reaction. I wasn't even watching the movie when it occurred. I was in the shower afterward and I couldn't get the image of your father out of my mind." She fell silent for a moment, but he knew there was more. "Go on," he said, prompting her. "Jason," she began again, "this is, well quite..." "Quite necessary," he interrupted, "I assure you. Go on, please." "Well," she explained with a sigh, "as I began to wash, I in turn became even more aroused with the image of your father becoming more vivid in my mind. Each touch, of myself by myself..." she swallowed, then took another deep breath to continue, "escalated my condition until I couldn't help but bring it to its conclusion." "Excellent!" he said, "Self arousal, leading to masturbation, resulting in orgasmic gratification. How long had it been since you had, uh... indulged in this activity?" "Never," she said. "This was my first experience. And it was completely unplanned." "Fascinating," he said as he rose from his chair, "We must see this video." "I've seen it," she said bluntly, "Thank you, no." "You have, yes," he replied, "But I haven't, and we haven't. What I wouldn't give to have witnessed your first experience firsthand, but that is impossible now of course. The only other option is to repeat the process in order to observe it on a sequential secondary level." "You expect me to masturbate for my son?" she exclaimed. "No, no," he answered, "of course not. I only wish to observe your physical reactions to the video in question. I need to become familiar with the physiological changes that take place within the female body upon exposure to stimuli of a sensual nature, in order to recognize it when coming into contact with the same myself. "You make me sound like an experiment," she said. "You're not, of course," he replied, "But it is. I have never consciously been exposed to such reactions, and that is essential if I am to understand the process from firsthand experience. Comprehending what is taking place will hopefully lead my own senses to some level of awareness themselves. Mine appear to be dormant. We must remedy that, and before the fall semester. Where are the videos?" "In... my bedroom," she answered. "Then, let's go to your bedroom," he replied. He rose from his father's chair and started up the stairs. Bell took one more deep breath and let it out, then stood from the couch and followed. Upon reaching her room he opened the door to let her enter first then followed her in. She hesitantly retrieved the videos from the shelf and handed them to him, not knowing what else he wanted her to do. "Which one?" he asked. She pointed out the first she had watched that had had no 'effect' on her. Then the second that had reminded her of his father and had invoked the image of him. He discarded the first and the third, throwing them to the head of her bed, then opened the second to insert into the player. She took an uneasy seat at the foot of the bed as he picked up the remote and keyed the video to play. Taking a seat beside her, for the next hour and five minutes they watched the couple engage in various arrays of sexual entanglement. Bell, however not becoming aroused as before, found herself in a state of discomfort watching such a display while sitting right beside her own son. As the video concluded Jason hit stop and ejected it from the player. Jason spoke first, to say, "It is clear that you have not been stirred in any way by your second viewing." "Well, no," she said in agreement, "But the conditions are quite different. And as you pointed out, it was my second time to view it. Except for the last several minutes it was already familiar to me." "Dad was in the habit of watching things of this nature?" he asked. "Not after we were married," she answered, "but he admitted to me that before we met he had." Intrigued, Jason asked, "Why not after you met and married." "He said he didn't need it," she replied. "How so?" he questioned. "Jason," she answered, "this is all so very awkward. I'm not embarrassed anymore really, but the answers to some of your questions..." "Will only help to enlighten me to the problem of why I am not... well, stimulated." he explained, "Although the video has piqued by interest, I don't feel as though its representations have provoked anything in me. Why were things of this nature unnecessary for him after you were married?" She took a deep breath and let it out as before and said, "These are my words and not his, and I don't want to appear to be 'ring my own bell' as it were, no pun intended, but he said I was all he ever needed in the way of stimulation." "You stimulated him," Jason stated. "Yes," she replied. "Naturally, I suppose," said Jason. "Well, in a manner of speaking, yes. But directly, no," she replied, "I wouldn't say naturally, exactly. But in a manner some wives stimulate their husbands inside relationships that are akin to the one your father and I shared. A relationship in which each enjoys pleasing the other." "How do you mean?" he asked. "Many partners, male and female alike, won't go to any extra trouble for their mate. Your father and I, and especially on my part, would go as far as the other wanted. Your father wasn't into anything our society considers kinky, like some of the things you can read or hear about or now expose yourself to on the internet. But we would do for each other anything the other wanted. I didn't need much from your father beyond his love and attention, but physically he requested quite a bit from me when it became apparent early in our marriage I was willing to go along with his desires. It was even fun for me also, with him anyway. I rather enjoyed pleasing your father." "What did you do for him?" he asked. "Well, I would... dance for him for one thing. In revealing outfits," she replied. When he didn't reply immediately she understood he was waiting for more details, and then motioned so with his hand, so she finally admitted, "Erotically, and I would strip for him. He enjoyed me teasing him that way." "And that's what 'turned him on'?" asked Jason. "More than any other one thing I guess, yes," she answered. "Do you still have a few of these... outfits?" asked Jason "Uh... what?" she asked raising an eyebrow then enquired, "Why?" "I want to see them or one anyway," he answered, "I need to know why my father was so drawn to that type of entertainment. I was aware that some men enjoyed that type of eroticism, but until today I was unaware of my own father's interest." Then, with his next question seeming to be directed directly at her, he asked, "If he could be stimulated by such a display, why hadn't a similar interest been provoked in his own son concerning other females?" She replied simply, "I... I don't know." "Well, let's just see if we can find out, shall we," he asked, "Where do you keep them?" "I haven't looked in years," she said, understanding all of this was highly irregular but at the same time being caught up in the moment, she wanted to give her son space to explore where his new born interest was taking him, "I know I had discarded several of them, but whatever is left should be in the back of my closet. Having no use for them anymore since your father died, they would have been worked to the far right wall I suppose." He went to her closet and worked his way to its far right back, pushing her dresses and daily outfits to one side until he found them mashed together to themselves just as she had suggested. There were three, with one still bearing its store tags. "This one is new," he said, pulling a bright purple one from the group. "Oh, yes. I had forgotten," she replied. "That was the last one I bought the week... well... I'd never gotten the chance to wear that one." She watched him survey the shear garment for a few moments in silence. Sensing an ever so slight change in her son, one she had never seen before, she was suddenly afraid for him. Whatever it was that he was feeling, she didn't want it slipping from his grasp, especially if he was on the verge of awareness. Not knowing what else to do, her mind could think of only the most obvious. As a result, she asked, "Would you like for me to put it on?" With almost no change in his demeanor, but without any hesitation, he answered simply, "Yes," as he held it out in her direction. She stood slowly to her feet from the bed and walked past him toward the bathroom as she took the thin fabric from his grip. As she approached the bathroom door she pulled a pair of high heels from her shoe tree. A feeling of déjà vu settled over her as she realized how many times she had taken exactly the same path for his father. As she looked back over her shoulder she said, "This will take just a few minutes." He simply nodded to her silently. As soon as she reached the inside of the bathroom, she closed the door gently behind herself. Hurriedly, she retrieved the tool she had not used since her husband had passed, not even knowing if the thing would even work. Pulling her electric clippers/razor from its stand she flipped the switch and, 'Bzzz', surprisingly found it to be in working order. She stripped, spread her legs and then used the clippers to quickly but carefully remove the smaller than average female bush from above her crotch. Sliding the clippers back into place automatically activated the razor. She then used it to remove the remaining stubble down to skin level. The results were never as smooth as a shave, but it was fresh and was always good enough in a pinch when pressed for time, something that had not occurred for more than six years. Slipping on the pumps first out of habit, her husband always having preferred her in heels especially when she was naked, she then removed the tags from the garment and slipped into the tiny bikini underwear. Pulling the form fitting nightie into place, which just barely covered her panties, she then glimpsed herself in the mirror. First, she was amazed the thing actually still fit, and second that she looked as good in such a thing as she remembered. 'Okay son, maybe this will settle the matter,' she thought as she turned back toward the bathroom door and her bedroom beyond. As she emerged from her bathroom she found Jason leaned over onto one elbow across the near corner of the bed. He apparently had placed one of the videos back into the player and had turned it off when she came out. He half sat up and just stared at his mother as she stepped farther into the room. She made a half turn and stopped, before turning all the way around for his inspection. "How do I look?" she asked, not being able to think of anything else to say. "You look great," he replied, but in a manner and tone she had never seen nor heard. "Well, this is what I used to wear," she said. Then, with nothing else coming to mind, she turned all the way around again. "When you danced for Dad," he finished for her. "Yes," she replied, placing both hands on her hips and striking a pose. Summer of Change Ch. 01 "I guess I can see why he enjoyed it so much," he replied. "Well... thank you," she said. "To music, I assume," he stated. "Well yes... of course," she confirmed. He lifted both hands palms up into the air and said, "Well?" "Dance?" she questioned. "Sure, why not?" he asked in reply, "I need to see what captivated my father so. What it was that drove his desire. I am familiar with love, you and I love each other for instance, but as I understand it, desire is driven as much by lust as well. Show me what you did to spark his... want of you. Maybe I will be able to gain an understanding of how to find that in myself for the opposite sex." Standing there essentially naked before her son with only the thin see through purple color of the material barely obscuring his view, Bell's heart was pounding inside her chest. She had already crossed the line of decency by exposing herself, now she was about to put herself on display for him as she so often did for his father. Her body, remembering on its own her habits of the past, ran her hands of their own accord down the front of her body inside the pose she had struck moments before. "Alright," was all she could respond in reply. Stepping over to the entertainment center she noticed that her body had already begun to automatically move with the sensuality of the moment. With her heels shaping her calves, her legs swept her hips from side to side. She noticed out of the corner of her eye her son hanging on every move she made. She found one of the tapes she had used many times and opened the old tape player to the stereo, only to find there was still one in place. 'Of course', she said to herself, 'I never removed the one I used on our last night together.' Bell closed the player and returned the tape she had picked up back to its place. She even remembered the tune she had danced to that night. It having rewound and reset itself, she turned the stereo on and hit the play button. She stood still just a moment until the first few notes of the erotic melody filled the room. As it did, she let her body respond to the rhythm of the tune, and began to sway her hips, gently caress herself with her hands. She allowed them to raise the hem of her garment a few inches, exposing her buttocks as she ground her hips side to side bumping to the beat of the music. Then turning to face him, she took a few steps in the direction of the bed, skipping in a fashion that caused her ample breasts to jiggle and bounce, just as his father had loved. Moving her hands up her torso as she approached to only a foot from her son still seated on the bed, she pushed her hair toward the top of her head and held it there as she wiggled her body, accenting again her hips and breast. Spreading her legs, she lowered her hands to her hips and bent forward to sling her hair in front of her and in doing so, gently brushed the face of her son. With that she came full circle looking him square in the eye as she ground and hunched her hips in the air toward him between her hands. After a minute of this, she held her hands out to him and wiggled her fingers indicating for him to move off the bed. As he slowly rose, he took her hands as she turned her back to him raising hers behind his neck. Even at his six foot plus height, her long legs coupled with the high heels on her feet placed her bottom squarely on his crotch. In place, she ground her ass into his pelvis as her body gyrated with the beat of the music. She had not anticipated, but was not surprised when Jason's hands started exploring her body as it swiveled back and forth against his, allowing his hands to roam from her hips and up her sides. Then around in front to her stomach, and then finally up and onto her breasts. When they arrived, she gasped ever so slightly having not been touched by a man for several years. Although she had begun the 'demonstration' for illustration purposes, she was now breathing quite heavily, and his touch had struck her own first spark of arousal. His hands on her breasts, as if reading her mind, squeezed and kneaded them as a moan escaped her lips. "Yes," she said, "Oh yes," forgetting herself inside the moment as she nuzzled his neck. Just before she would have come to her senses anyway, he slipped one hand from her breast, down her body, under her nightie, past her panties, and his middle finger found her wet clit. Electricity shocked her pussy as his finger wiggled against the front of her crotch as she felt the bulge in his shorts grow against her cheeks. "I think I understand," he said. Hearing his voice for the first time since she began her display brought her back to reality. She opened her eyes and began to stand back upright, in order to pull from his embrace and maybe dance provocatively away. But when her legs braced to do so, she found his grip gently but firmly not giving way. "Jason... I," she began, still having to lean back into his athletic frame. "I think I see what so fascinated my father," he interrupted, "I believe I understand what you awoke in him." "Jason, we..." she tried to say, as the finger that massaged her clit slid passed her cunt lips, and next his thumb, replacing the finger on her clit, forcing from her lips, "Oh... god." His knowledge of the female anatomy served him well at the very moment he did not want to bring a stop to the sensations that were coursing through his own body for the very first time. "Oh, Jason," she said, responding for a split second only to the delicious invasion of her womanhood, and even hunching forward onto it once before realizing what she had done. "But, we can't..." "You said you would teach me," he stated, as he massaged her pussy. "Oh... (gasp)," she groaned. Almost unwillingly... almost, she wiggled her hips forward onto the hand that now covered her shaven cunt. She spread her legs as he slipped another finger in beside the first." "Oh," she gasped, "Oh, Jason... but no. This is... we... it's..." she began to plead. "It is necessary," he said, "I have to learn," as he turned them both toward the bed, placing her between it and himself. As he did, he pulled the negligee over her head with his free hand as she involuntarily raised her arms in assist. Then he pushed the panties over her hips and down both her legs allowing them to gather at her ankles as he eased her forward onto the bed. As her knees contacted the mattress, her heels cleared the floor and her panties fell wet to the carpet. Moving onto her hands and knees she spread her legs and arched her back, surrendering to the inevitable, her brain completely and thoroughly confused between a state of not wanting to be fucked by her own son, while at the same time every molecule of her being was screaming to be brought mercilessly and thoroughly to orgasm by the hands that had just seduced her. Never minding now, who that actually was. 'Oh yes. Fuck me, please fuck me,' she heard herself think to herself, which had escaped from the passion that had built inside her. Then she felt an appendage enter her vagina from behind and underneath and immediately she recognized it to be the thumb of his other hand. He inserted it as deep as it had length as he continued to massage her clit with his other having replaced his thumb with his finger again, finding he had more control over her clitoris with it. Yes... he was learning. "Oh, yes," she moaned involuntarily out load, and pushed herself back onto the hand from which the thumb came. It did not fill her, but its invasion was almost foreign as it had been so long, and the finger massaging her clitoris completed the sensation. She spread herself further not being able to resist and hunched her hips again and again, arching her back as far as she could, delighting in the sensations that another was able to conjure in her. "Oh, yes," escaped her lips. She thought back to the similar but now far inferior sensations she had caused in herself earlier in the day admitting definitively that they were not to be compared. If she thought them to be delicious, as she had suggested to herself at the time, this was absolute heaven. As the heat and passion rose in her body, Jason hastened his movements both front and back. Bell arched on the finger caressing her clit and pushed at the hand controlling the thumb in her pussy. The smell of sex hung in the air now and was intoxicating her senses. Her knees widened once more on the bed as she anticipated him penetrating her from behind which would bring forth the orgasm that she so desperately craved. However... the moment of penetration she had anticipated never came. But, the expectation of that event did invoke the image in her mind of her son fucking his mother from behind, and with that forbidden image came an arousal like she had never known. He, feeling the approach of what he only perceived as an orgasm, having never actually been exposed to one, quickened his pace once more. Then, what he had been waiting for, in order to observe, occurred. Bells toes actually curled, pushing her heels off her feet and onto the floor as she threw her head back and shuddered under the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. In her mind, cause unknown, but concern over that little misunderstood fact was the farthest thing from her thoughts inside the moment. She just let the waves of pleasure overtake her and she rode them for the few seconds they washed her clean of all her inhibitions. Never again would she deny herself this or any other pleasure of the same nature. Two more jolts followed the first. As they subsided and allowed her to ease forward onto the bed to lie on her stomach, she enjoyed the aftershocks of the sensations between her legs, her pussy still clutching at the finger that was now, no longer there. Not being able to move for the first few seconds afterward, she finally raised her head to shake it clear. "Whew," she said finally, "Just exactly how did you accomplish that?" But there was no answer in the room. She rolled over onto her back, willingly exposing herself to her son, but he was not there to see. Apparently after her orgasm, he had witnessed everything he had wanted or needed to, and had quietly left her to gather herself in private. She started to rise, but couldn't. The event had taken all her strength. So she pulled the covers of her bed back with one hand sliding her legs half under, leaving her body exposed, just in case Jason returned. 'You filthy bitch,' she thought to herself, but she couldn't help it. After everything he had wanted to learn, and from all accounts and everything she was now aware, she had a notion he was going to be very good at pleasing whatever females he came into contact with. Perhaps even better than his father. But how would that effect their own relationship, as mother and child?