6 comments/ 184982 views/ 35 favorites The Funeral Ch. 01 By: Bigguyyyyy It was the phone call all adult children expect. We are never prepared for it when it comes though. Even when you are 45, you are not ready for the call. I was working at my desk completing some bookkeeping duties for my in-home business when the phone rang. It was my mother. "Hello David. I have sad news. Your father died during the night." WOW!!!! I was speechless. Even though he had been sick, I was not ready to hear those words. Dad had several strokes about 8 months before that had left him pretty much a vegetable. His health had been declining since then. Now he was gone. I told my mom I would be there in about an hour. I only lived about 30 minutes away. So I packed and left. When I got to the house, mom was pretty quiet but I could sense a relief as well. The past few months had been very hard on her. The rest of the day was spent visiting the lawyers, the funeral home and the bank. There are so many details to attend to. The funeral would be in three days with visitations the next two evenings. Mom and I had a relaxing evening. Several of the neighbours and a few relatives dropped by or called to express their regrets. By 8 pm, everything was quiet. Mom and I spent a few hours sharing both some wine and stories of dad. It was a special evening. About 11, mom said goodnight and headed up to bed. I told her I wanted to watch the news then I would be up. I headed upstairs just after the news. My suitcase was in my old room. I unpacked then headed for the shower. I was in my pj's afterwards as I headed to my room. When I passed mom's door, I heard her call out to me. I opened the door and stuck my head in. Mom said to me, "Would you come and lay next to me. I am having trouble falling asleep. I've not been alone in this bed for many many years." "Sure mom." I headed over to the bed and got under the covers as I lay down. Mom was on her side facing away from me and slid backward so she was pressed into me. The next thing I knew, the sun was shining in the window. I was "spooned" in behind mom. She had her head on my one arm. My other arm was wrapped around her with my hand on her breast. As I realize I was holding her breast, I slowly moved my hand and then rolled backward away from her. It was then I realized I had a huge hard-on!!!! I could not believe I had been sleeping holding my mother all night and now I had this huge hard-on. Many thoughts came flooding into my brain about when I was younger and lived in this house. You see, my mother used to walk around the house in her underwear. She loved matching panties and bra outfits and used to come down in the morning to make breakfast in just her panties and bra. It was nothing new to me but she gave me many a hard-on when I was a teenager. There was one outfit in particular that was unbelievable. It was red and sheer. I shot many a load even in my adult years, thinking about mom wearing that one. As I lay there, mom woke up and got out of bed. I watched her walk to the on-suite bathroom. The shower came on and I heard mom get in. I just lay there thinking about her in the shower and the red outfit again. It was not long before the shower shut off. I could hear mom singing to herself. I rolled onto my side. I could see mom's side of the room and the door to the on-suite. A few minutes later, mom came out. She had a towel wrapped around her head for her wet hair and another towel wrapped around her body. She went to her dresser and picked out a dark blue panty and bra. Putting the bra on top of the dresser, she turned the panties over in her hands to find the top then quickly, she bent over with her bum facing me and stepped into them. Up her legs they went and she pulled them over her bum. The towel hid just about everything. I got a quick glimpse of her butt. She then picked up the bra, got it adjusted correctly then she dropped the towel that was around her body. She quickly put on the bra then did up the hooks. She bent over, got the towel and was back in the bathroom. All I saw was her back and panty covered ass. I must tell you that mom was only 61 at this time and she had kept her figure in wonderful shape. It must have been all the tennis she played. Why was mom so young? When she was 15, she became pregnant. My grandparents would not hear of an abortion. So when I was born, they became my surrogate parents. Yes mom was there with me every day while she finished high school but it was my grandparents that were my real parents early in my life. Mom went to college after high school and I stayed with my grandparents. It was at college that my mom met dad. He was a professor so he was older than her. When dad died, he was 74. Now don't start thinking that mom slept with her professor for marks. They met at a social one night and just hit it off. I know she didn't sleep with him for marks because he taught physics and mom studied English and Journalism. You don't sleep with a physics prof when those are your majors. After mom graduated, she married dad. I was 8 at the time. I then moved in with them and we became a family. I loved my dad. Even though he was older, he did all the father things with me. A year after they were married, my brother was born. Two years after that, my sister was born. I won't go into details but my brother lost his life in Vietnam. My sister died 3 years before my father when a drunk T-boned her car. So now mom and I were all that was left of our family. As mom had been putting on her panties and bra, I was laying there slowly stroking my cock. After she went back the bathroom, I was out of bed in a shot. My cock was leading the way. I headed for the main bathroom. As soon as the door was closed, I was on the can and stroking. I shot a huge load into the toilet. I dressed after that and went downstairs. Mom was making breakfast. The rest of the day was spent with chores, visits from neighbours again. Phone calls from more relatives. The first visitation at the funeral home was in the evening. Everything went well. After we got home, we each had a glass of wine. Mom then said goodnight and I watched the news. I went upstairs and got ready for bed. Again as I was passing her room to go to bed, mom called to me and asked me to lie beside her. She had a wonderful sleep last night and needed another one tonight. So I got into the bed again. Mom snuggled back into me and we were asleep. In the morning, I woke up with my mom in my arms again. I did not move this time but enjoyed the feel of her tit in my hand. I gently squeezed it. I could feel the nipple grow hard under the palm of my hand. One big difference today was my cock. It had escaped the confines of my pj bottoms and was nicely nestled at the back of mom's pussy crack. Her nightgown had ridden up so we had skin-to-skin contact. It felt wonderful. After about 20 minutes, mom woke up. I still did not move. I did feel mom press harder into me though. We lay there for another 10 minutes then mom slid out of the bed. The tip of my cock actually slid up her bum crack a bit. Mom went to the on-suite again. I heard the shower and lay there slowly stroking my cock and thinking about my mom's tit, ass and pussy. I realized the shower had shut off when I heard my mom singing again. She came out with the towels wrapped around her like yesterday. She went to the dresser and picked out a black bra and panties. Without turning her back to me, she dropped the towel as she adjusted her panties. I could see the side of her tit and the bush of her pussy sticking out. Mom then put the panties on. She stood there for a few seconds and adjusted them into place. I was watching her tit. This was the first time I had see her bare tit. It looked very inviting. Now she picked up the bra and started to get it ready to put on. Slowly it went up her arms then she reached back and hooked it up. After it was on, she went back to the bathroom. This time I set a land speed record making it into the main bathroom. My cock was super hard and I was shooting into the can in record time. What a vision my mom had been. The rest of the day pasted like the one before. After we had our wine, mom was saying goodnight when she said to me, "Please sleep with me again. I really enjoy having your warmth all night long." "Ok mom. If you want. I'll just watch the news first then will be up." Mom had a little smile as she left the room. So again, I crawled into bed with mom when I was ready. She snuggled back into me. This time though, I rolled so we were spooning. The morning sun woke me. I had mom in my arms and her tit in my hand. My huge hard on was firmly planted between her legs. I think my cock was partly buried in her pussy lips. I did not dare to move in case I woke her up. I did not want her to be upset. I felt her nipple harden again. I even think I could feel her pussy get wet. It was glorious. Slowly mom awoke. She did not move much but I could feel her pussy moving a bit along my cock. I think she was flexing her pussy muscles. After about 20 minutes I felt mom's hand move between us. She grabbed my cock and slowly pulled it out from between her legs. I almost jumped at the softness of her hand on my cock. She then got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I just lay there. My cock was indeed wet along the top side. Mom had been getting turned on with my cock pressing her pussy. I know I was really turned on. The shower stopped. Mom came out wearing the towels again. Today her routine was different though. First she sorted through her bras and panties. A matching black set came out. She laid them on the bed. Then she went into another drawer and pulled out a pair of black stocking. These were laid on the bed carefully. Then a black garter belt appeared. Finally she pulled out a black slip. These were laid on the bed also. Mom stood there facing the bed and me. She reached under her arm, unhooked the towel and then she just let it dropped to the floor. There she was, fully naked. The first time in my life I had seen her completely naked. She looked amazing. Her bush was still dark. Her tits looked perfect. My cock was a steel pole. She picked up a stocking and slowly inspected it for holes or runs. Then she rolled it up in her hands. One foot came up and was put on the bed. It was the leg closest to me so I could not see her pussy. She unrolled the stocking up her leg and adjusted it into place. Her foot went down and she picked up the second stocking. Again she inspected it as I inspected her naked body. She rolled the stocking and then put her other foot on the bed. This time I had a perfect view between her legs. I could make out the outline of her pussy lips. They looked swollen and puffy. She then unrolled the stocking up her leg. This time she kept her leg on the bed as she straightened and adjusted it. I kept my eyes on her pussy and her tits as they swung while she worked. Finally she put her foot on the floor. The panties were next. She stepped into them. When they were up, she put her fingers between her legs and adjusted the panties to smooth them over her body. The garter belt was next. She took her time putting the clips onto the stocking. Next was the bra. Mom took several seconds aligning it before putting it on. When it was done up, she walked over to the full length mirror and stood there looking at herself. I heard her say, "Harold, one last time for you my love." Harold was my dad. She came back to the bed, picked up the slip and stepped into it. She then went back to the bathroom. I could hear her singing again. If I thought I ran quickly yesterday, today was unbelievable. I was beating my cock in record time. My cum was shooting into the bowl. Only this time, my cock did not get softer. I had to beat it again and deposit another load before it started to soften. Today was the funeral. Mom was in a black dress. She looked incredible. I could not get the image of her naked body out of my head. After the funeral and burial, everyone came back to the house. Mom sat in one corner of the living room most of the day. Late in the afternoon, people started to leave. By 6 pm, only relatives remained. The party started then. There was good food, good booze and many stories of my dad, his brother and of course about my mom also. It was great evening. My 11, everyone had gone. Mom told me she was bushed and was heading to bed. "Please sleep with me again my love?" I could not refuse. This time, when I got into her bed, mom immediately rolled over into me. This time she was facing me. Her head was on my shoulder so my arm was along her back. I put my hand on her side. Before I could register that something was different, I felt my mom put her hand on my cock. It instantly hardened. She began to slow stroke my cock through my pj pants. It was then that it hit me what was different. Mom was naked. She didn't have her nightgown on. "David, did you enjoy watching me get dressed this morning?" I was shocked. She had known I was awake? I started to lie, "I didn't see......" "It's ok my love. I wanted you to see me naked today. You had this magnificent cock between my legs and it felt wonderful. Your hand on my tit all night was incredible. So did you enjoy seeing me?" "Yes mom. You have an incredible figure. You looked fantastic." "Thank you my love. I needed to hear that." Her hand was still stroking my cock. "You know, your father has been sick for a long time. When he had his stroke, he lost the ability to have an erection. We didn't make love for the last 8 months of his life. I'm going to ask you something out of pure love. Will you make love to me?" "Mom? Tonight? We just buried dad!!!" "I know my love but to me he has been dead for many months now. I have thought about this for a long time. When I used to walk around in my bra and panties, I would get very wet. I could see your hard-on and I would get turned on. I never did anything because I was married to your father. Now he is gone and I need you. I need you very much!!!" With that said, she found the opening in my pants and fished my hard cock out. Her fingers were magical on my cock. She took one finger and smeared the pre-cum around the head. That made me even harder. Without asking, she put her head under the covers and suddenly my cock was in her mouth. Oh my!!!!! She had a vacuum for a mouth. My cock was deep in there in no time and her tongue was doing things I had never felt before. I could feel my cum building quickly. Many years of fantasies were boiling up in my groin. "Mom I am going to cum." I told her. Mom responded by sucking harder. Her hand was stroking the length of my cock. "I'm cumming mom!!!!" and I shot into her mouth. Mom did not miss a beat and sucked me until I stopped. She then licked all around the head until I was clean. Mom then came out from under the covers. She kissed me on the lips. Her hand was still on my cock. I then felt her undo my pants. She worked her way up my top undoing the buttons. My top opened and I felt her naked tits on my chest. Our kiss did not stop the whole time she was undressing me. "My love, I've dreamed about this night forever!!! I've wanted to suck you and then fuck you since you were a teenager. I cannot tell you the number of times I fucked your father thinking about you hard cock." Mom then moved up and climbed on top of me. Her hand was on my cock. She moved the tip along her wet pussy lips twice then she put the tip at her hole. Mom let go of my cock. In one quick downward thrust, I was deep inside her. She felt tight. Hot, wet and tight. She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest. She then started to ride my cock. "Oh David. This feels better than I ever dreamed it would. Your cock is amazing." Mom then started to bounce up and down. Quicker and quicker she moved. I could feel my next cum starting to build already. Suddenly mom threw her head back and let out a scream. I could feel her pussy quake around my cock. That did it. I blew my load deep into her pussy. When we were both finished, mom collapsed on my chest. My cock stayed in her. She flexed her pussy ever few seconds. I stayed very hard. When we had caught our breath, I rolled us over. Mom was on her back. I started to slide in and out of her soaked pussy. She was making squishy noises with my cum inside of her. After cumming twice, I was in no hurry. I didn't want this night to end. I was slowly pushing in and pulling out and enjoying the wonderful feeling of her pussy. Mom used her muscles to grip my cock which only made me want her more. After about 20 minutes of a nice leisurely fuck, I started to pump faster. "That's it my love. Give it to mommy. Give it to me good. Slam my pussy. After all the years I teased you and made you hard, you deserve to fuck me real hard." I had never heard my mom talk like that. It was turning me on. So I started to pound into her pussy. "That's it baby. Give it to me good. Make you mommy cum again. Make you mommy scream with delight." So I did. Harder and harder I slammed her. Her head was rolling from side to side. She then screamed out, "I'm cumming!!!! Fuck me harder my love." It was then I felt my cum start. I pumped in hard and held still. I shot my load deep in her cunt. It felt incredible. When I finished, I collapsed on the bed beside mom. My cock pulled out of her. I rolled onto my back and mom rolled on top of me. Her head was on my chest. We did not talk but just fell asleep. In the morning, I woke to something touching my cock. As I became more awake, I realized it was my mom's mouth on my cock. Her hand was stroking my balls. I was very hard. Mom let my cock out of her mouth and said, "Good morning my love. My pussy and your cum taste amazing together." My cock was back in her mouth. I reached over and put my hand between her legs. Her pussy was soaked and hot. We only lasted a few minutes like this. Mom then got on her hands and knees. "Come on my love. Give it to me good again. I need your cock in my pussy." So I got behind her. My cock found her hole and I pushed in. Her cunt felt amazing. Neither of us lasted very long before we came and came. After our morning love making, mom laid on me again. Her naked tits felt incredible on my chest. "My love, I have something to ask you. We are the only two left now. You are divorced and I am alone. Why don't you move back in here with me? You can be my lover. Before you object. There is no need for you to live in your house and me in this one. This is your house now or it will be when I die so you might as well stop paying your mortgage payments there and live here. Besides, we both need this good sex. Believe it or not, I need this EVERY day! So what do you say?" My only answer was to roll her over and push my cook deep into her willing pussy. The Funeral Ch. 01 I hear the crack of sound before my nerves even register I've been slapped. I cast my eyes downward, unable to face my former friend." Do you hear me?" She demands," You let him die." Tears fall onto my shirt; I don't deserve the dignity of hiding my pain. Silence rings in my head as my partner's widow stands angrily before me. I know that we have interrupted the ceremony irreparably, thus completing my disgrace. The clicking of Cam's retreating steps to remind me that my castigation is not yet final. I look up and meet the mortified stares of my fellow officers and all of Jim's family circle. Losing my courage, I avert my eyes and awkwardly make my way to the great ornate exit. I need to breathe air that I haven't stained, so I go out into the church's sickly garden. The sting of Camilla's small hand throbs on my cheek, making me wish she'd punched me instead. I deserve to be sore and swollen. I stand, staring out into the courtyard. I stare nothing, praying to Jim's GOD to take me. The heartache propels me, fueling my fervent prayer. I don't deserve the kindness of death, but without that mercy, that euthanizing touch, my bones will snap under the pressure of my heavy anguish. I take a deep breath and find a small bench on which to rest and hide. The church organ has resumed in my absence, muting almost every other ambient noise. I rise to trudge my way back home and into my lumpy bed, but I catch something in my periphery. There, with her face contorted into a grimace, is my XO." It's not your fault, Lewis" Her fruitless attempt at pacifying me is an olive branch, but I don't have the patience now to indulge her pity. "Please," I say, choking up," please." Somehow she mistakes my pleading for solitude as a plea for help or needing comfort. She moves closer, stands on her toes, and gently places her arms around my neck. Her long, curvy body leans against mine as if we were lovers, locked in a familiar embrace. My body responds to her softness, and for a deplorable moment, I want to fuck her in the garden. I want to, but I won't abuse her body or her trust to feel better about my own grief. "Shawna", I draw back from her." Don't." Her face goes through a rapid transformation; from confused, to offended, to hurt – all in seconds. I turn to walk away before she becomes angry, and neither does she speak nor reach to me. I use an overgrown path, which seems to stretch around the circumference of the small church, so that I can leave without rousing anymore drama. 20 or so minutes later, I'm home and kicking off my shoes. They are, or were, nice dress shoes, though not made for walking to and from funerals to which one is not invited. When I didn't receive an invitation last week, I'd assumed Cam had so much on her plate that she'd neglected a few things. Though I'd known that our friendship couldn't be the same, I still could not fathom the hatred Cam harbored. So imagine how shocking it was to be crashing my best friend's funeral. Jewel follows my every move as I undress in autopilot. My whole life seems surreal, as I blindly navigate through my own home. I cannot seem to remember where I keep my around the house clothes, so I shed my pants and shirt, and walk around in my bra and panties. Cam's red-tinted face clouds my senses. I know that she is right. I killed Jimmy that day-or at least contributed to his murder. Jewel trips me at almost every step, and I fight the urge to kick her. She's a good dog, a mutt, but a faithful friend, so my guilt is pushed up a notch at the idea of hurting my dog. She's just happy to see me, and can probably tell I'm upset. I check her bowls, but I must have fed and watered her earlier this morning. It's still morning, around ten thirty, but I have nothing to do. Nor do I want to do anything. I wish I was a drinker, so I could get lost in a bottle. Fuck it, I think, as I strip my bra off as I walk to my shitty couch. The nice clothes I leave trailing in my wake are the only nice things I own. The rest of my wardrobe consists of workout clothes and my uniforms. I thought it would be too disrespectful to wear my uniform to my partner's funeral. I sigh, plopping my tired body on the couch. I reach over to the phone to turn the ringer on in case Jim calls, only to be reduced to wracking sobs at my stupidity. But I still leave the ringer on in case Cam is not done with me. I stink, so I make my way to my modest bathroom. Without fetching a towel, I start the water. I put it on high pressure and don't even bother testing the temperature with my hand before I step in. Instead of the scolding hot water I deserved, cold water dominates my shower. Despite my earlier need to be punished, the cold water is too much for me so I even it out with some hot and quickly lather my torso. I lather my limbs next, my privates, and then my feet. It's been a tradition since childhood, and it feels good to at least have one routine back to normal. I tip-toe to my bedroom and find some comfort in the setup of the room. My bedroom is large and so is everything in it. My bed is enormous and there is a large extra soft area rug partially under it, on which I like to stand and get dressed. I walk over to my closet to get a towel and dry off there by the closet door. I walk over to the bed and lie down naked on my back, assessing my brown body. I don't have a generous amount of breasts, and my body is pretty average. I don't have sex a lot, but when I do, I'm meticulous with my lovers, not allowing myself to orgasm until my partners do. In fact, I can only achieve orgasm when they do. I don't have any lovers at the moment simply because I don't need some needy woman crowding my space. Now I wish I had a soft lover on whom to cling. I hear Jewel getting excited in the other room, so I force myself to get up and throw on a tee shirt and some jeans. It's now after noon, and I know she needs to be walked, and doesn't deserve to be ignored. As I walk toward the living room, I notice that Jewel is not by the door. My heart beats faster and I try to hold my breath. Jewel is not an attack dog; she would most likely welcome an intruder with open paws. My off duty weapon is in the living room and I know my door is unlocked because my community is so docile. Though I welcomed death this morning, I know in this moment that I want to survive. But damned if I bitch up now. "Who's there?" I project firmly and loudly. "Lewis, it's me." I hear Shawna's soft voice answer. At first I am relieved, but I soon realize that this lady will not leave me alone until I talk it out. My least favorite activity. I enter fully into my living room and see Shawna petting Jewel. Jewel has taken the liberty of climbing up onto my couch so that Shawna can do so. "Down, girl." I say, and immediately Jewel jumps down and pads to the door. I sit down in place of the small animal. "I know you don't want to, but you need to talk to me." Shawna squares her shoulders and pierces my eyes with her own bright blue ones. "Why is that?" I challenge. "Please, Samantha?" Shawna has never said my first name before and it makes me turn my face away so that she can't see my tears. "Come on, girl" I say to the dog, as I stood and headed toward the door. Cowardly, I know, but I can't do this right now. Unfortunately for me, as I leave to walk the dog, Shawna follows behind me. Whatever, I think, as I am led to Jewel's favorite spots to sniff and pee on my street. Shawna says nothing, but falls in place beside me as we walk and then round each corner back toward my home. Eventually, we return and I detach and hang Jewel's leash by the door, while the animal runs toward my guest room, probably to take a nap. I sit down next to Shawna, who has made herself quite at home. "Fine, we don't have to talk, but I'm not leaving until I know that you're ok." She places her hand on my shoulder, and I almost groan at the contact. Shawna doesn't know that I'm gay, and I hope she doesn't know that I have been lusting after her for five years. Ever since I first met her at the house and saw her brick house body. She had dark brown hair cut like a pixie, and her uniform fit her like a glove. Her breasts were a handful, but firm looking and perky. Her waist was slim, but her hips flared out to accent her round ass. The locker room was my own personal hell. Her pretty face and sexy body washing right next to me every damn day. Then I got to know her and we became reluctant friends. The reluctance was on my end. She was so bubbly and bright, the first white girl to catch my attention. I couldn't give her the cold shoulder any longer, and we began to hang out after work at the bar by her house. Now, she is rubbing my shoulder and inching closer. Then she is right next to me, and I am once again holding my breath. Her right arm lifts to round my shoulders, and she brings her other hand up to my face. I have been crying, but am too distracted by her closeness to lift my hand to wipe my own face. I sit with my hands on my lap, fighting the urge to place my left hand on her bare thigh. The phone rings, making Shawna jump, and bringing me back into my harsh reality. My friend died and now Cam hates me. I reach over Shawna to pick up the receiver, who doesn't budge, causing me to mash my upper body onto hers. I place the phone up to my ear, as I settle back into my seat. "Hello?" I rasp into the phone. Silence greets me, and I want to hang up, but I hope its Cam. "Lewis." It is Cam, and her voice sounds hollow. "I'm...I'm sorry." "Cam, I" I start to say, but she hangs up, leaving me confused. I feel as if I've lost a hundred pounds with relief. I'm tired and I forget I have Shawna pressed up against my side until she squeezes my shoulder. "I read the autopsy report to Camille after the funeral." I turn to look at her, and my face must be incredulous because she blanches. "Jim suffered from cardiac distress during the fire fight. His reflexes were not under his own control." She soldiered on. "There was nothing you could have done." I stare at her, not knowing what to say. "What?" is all I whisper, looking away. "I know it's little solace, but you need to know that, Sam." She whispers back, directly into my ear. I feel her warm breath in the shell of my ear and feel her full lips caress it. I jump as my abdomen tightens and flutters. I pull away, and turn back to look at her face. Shawna slowly leans forward and brushes her lips over mine. I groan and she leans back into the couch, still making eye contact. "I'm sorry, I've wanted to do that for a long time." Shawna blushes as she confesses to me. She's never called me anything but Lewis, and it's all I can think about. I sit, stunned and feel her lift herself up, using my shoulder as leverage. "Sorry, I just thought..." she starts, but I rise and lower my face to hers. I kiss her, blindly, and without the gentility she afforded me. I tangle my right hand in her hair and reach my left arm around her, pulling her tightly to my body. Shawna whimpers and I push my tongue into her mouth, and she sucks and licks on it. My hand grabs her hair more forcefully and I pull her away from me. "Are you sure?" I need to know how far she wants to go. I know she's straight, and I'm not sure if she knows how women fuck. She is staring at my lips and no doubt not paying me any attention. I yank her hair, to get her attention, causing her head to jerk back. "Sam.", she moans, and I pull her face to mine and kiss her even harder. Her arms wrap around my neck and shoulders, and she presses her breasts into mine. I pull away again, but this time to tell her, "Bedroom, first door on the left." Shawna hesitates for only a moment then she shuffles back to my room. I watch her ass bounce and my clit hardens. I need a moment to collect my wits and regain control of the situation. I want to fuck Shawna, but I don't want to scare her off by treating her the same as I do my average one nighter. I slowly make my way to the room. I get to the threshold and look inside to see Shawna standing on the carpet by my bed, eyes rounded and prodding my own. "On your knees." I order, and after biting her lip, she complies. Shawna slowly sinks to her knees and stares at me, awaiting further command. I walk into the room and past her waiting figure, towards my dresser. There I extract a duffel bag and place it on top of the dresser. Shawna is craning her neck to see what I'm doing and I turn to catch her in the act. Blushing redder than ever, she turns away, facing the bed again. I walk up behind her and run my hands through her hair. She leans into the touch, but doesn't turn to look at me. I stop fingering her hair and walk over to the bed. I plop down and pick up the remote. I turn to the news channel, lie down, and proceed to watch today's headlines. I watch about ten minutes of the program before Shawna sits back on her heals. I look down at her. "Got somewhere to be?" "No." "No, Daddy." "Umm..." "I ask you a question and you respond appropriately. I won't tell you again." "Yes, Daddy." Shawna purrs. My pussy throbs at her words. "Stand up." She obeys, and now my dominance has been established. I command her to turn the television off and she does. Then I instruct her to bring the duffel bag over and place it on the foot of the bed, and she does that also. I sit up on the edge of the bed and summon her to me. She stands between my legs and sighs. I begin to unbutton her shirt very slowly. When her shirt is undone, I leave it on her body. I unzip and peel her skirt off, leaving her underwear on. The Funeral Ch. 02 After our love making, Mom got out of bed. She reached out for me and I put my hand in hers. She pulled me out of bed saying, "Come on sleepy head. Time for a shower." She then led me to the on-suite bathroom. Once inside, she let go of my hand and started to get ready for the shower. She turned on the water and then got some towels stacked up. Mom then sat down on the toilet. I was about to leave the room when she said, "Come on now dear. You've seen a woman go the bathroom before haven't you? You're my lover now so we don't have any secrets." So I stood there as she peed. When she was finished, she stood up and went to the sink. I had to pee so I stepped up and started to let it go. I looked at mom. She was standing there looking at my cock and watching me pee. "I have always liked to watch that. It turns me on." Mom reached out and gently put her hand around my cock. "I find this very exciting." "So do I Mom. Your hand feels incredible." When I was finished, we both stepped into the shower. Mom took the soap and started to work around my cock. I took the soap from her and started to wash her tits. We smiled at each other and enjoyed the sensual feeling of soapy hands on skin. Eventually, we completely washed the each other. I paid particular attention to her pussy. Mom made sure my cock was nice and clean. After the shower, we each took a towel and dried off the other person. It was incredible and so sensual. Mom had her hair to do so I went to the kitchen to start breakfast. I was nearly ready when mom came in. I didn't turn to look at her as I was finishing cooking the eggs. Mom stood and talked to me. Then I finally looked at her, I nearly dropped the plate I was holding. Mom was only in her panties and bra. "You had better get used to seeing me like this. I don't plan to wear much else from now on when we're home." All I could do was take a big gulp. We sat and ate. Mom said to me, "Sweetheart, I want to make you a promise. I will do anything you want. I've done most things before but I'm still willing to learn. I want to please you in every way. So from now on, I will only wear panties and bra around here. I know how you like that soooooo much. I like it too. I like seeing how you stare at me. So my dear, you can touch me any time you feel like it. You can make love me any time also. I want to please you." "I don't know what to say mom. This is all very new." "Do you remember how you felt years ago when you mostly could only look and not touch?" I nodded at her. "Well now you can touch. I'm yours from now on." Mom got up to get the coffee pot. She stood beside me as she poured it into our cups. My eyes were level with her tits. I thought, "What the hell!!!!" I put my hand between her legs at her knees. I then ran it upward. Mom didn't move. As my hand got higher, she opened her legs and let my fingers go where they wanted. Soon I was touching her panty covered pussy. Mom put the coffee pot down and leaned over a bit. This opened up her crotch a little so I could rub her pussy more easily. Her panties got wet. "God that feels so good. I've wanted your fingers there for so long." I hooked my finger inside the leg opening of her panties and then touched her pussy lips. They were hot and wet. My finger easily parted the lips and slid between them. Mom started to rock her hips as my fingers slid along her pussy. My cock was growing hard. Soon I put my other hand in my lap. Without thinking about it, I was gently rubbing it. This went on for several minutes. "Take me honey. I need to feel your cock in me again." I didn't need to be asked twice so I stood up and got behind mom. I pushed her panties down just below her ass then lowered my pants also. Mom leaned over more and I touched my cock to her hot pussy. I slid my cock along her pussy lips. I did this a few times before mom reached between her legs. She grabbed my cock and aimed it at her hole. I pushed in and her pussy swallowed half my cock. I pulled out then pushed back in. This time I was completely in her. My cock told me to go fast and hard. I started to drive into her. I reached around and grabbed her bra covered tits. I started to pull her backward to meet my thrusts by pulling on her tits. Mom let out an, "Oh my god. That feels incredible." I took this as a sign to go faster and harder. So I was pumping mom with everything I could. We were driving so hard, the table was moving across the floor. I don't think we lasted more than 3 minutes before we both erupted in our orgasms. Mom let out a little scream and then I shot into her pussy. As we settled down, I did not pull out. I needed to sit down again though. I just pulled mom with me. My cock was still semi hard and buried in her pussy. As we sat there, I still had her tits in my hands. So I gently squeezed them and played with her nipples. "My God David. This is better than I thought it would be. You are incredible. What a lover you are. I don't know how much of this I can take but I'm willing to find out." We both laughed. Mom half turned toward me and kissed me on the lips. So that was how our day started. Mom didn't get dressed all day long. She did put on several different pairs of panties though because my cum kept soaking them. That night, we fucked ourselves to sleep. The next morning we fucked ourselves awake. We did have to go to the store that day. It was raining so mom wore her long raincoat out to the car. When she got inside, she opened the coat. She was naked underneath. We laughed. "Are you going in the store dressed like that?" I asked her. "You bet. This won't be the first time I've done it. It feels so naughty and wicked. I love it." For the rest of the day, the two of us fucked like young lovers. I don't know where either of us got the energy or stamina. It was a few days after the funeral and I was sitting at the table reading the paper. Mom came into the kitchen. She leaned back against the table right beside me. I looked up at her. She was wearing a short dressing gown. It was pink satin and came to just below her pussy. "Do you remember when you were younger and I wore the red panties and bra that one week?" Did I? My thoughts quickly flashed back to that time. I had never forgotten. I had beaten my cock many a time thinking about mom in that outfit. I had even fucked my ex thinking about that week. As I remember it, mom came downstairs one day in a new red outfit. It was lacy and I could make out her areolas and dark bush through the material. I got an instant hard on. To say the least, mom looked stunning. Several times that day, I bumped up against her ass and let my cock rub against her.. That night I beat my meat thinking about her. The next day, mom wore the same outfit. I had to bump up against her several times again. This time I let the back of my hand rub across her ass. Mom never protested. The third day, mom had the same outfit on again. When I came home from school, there she was in the kitchen. I gave her a big hug. My hands were on her back. One hand was on her bra strap and the other was on her lower back. Mom just let me touch her. So I decided to move my one hand lower. I was soon holding her ass in my hand. Again mom did not move. I bet we stood there for a good 5 minutes with me holding her ass. The next day was Friday. Dad was at a conference or something. When I got home, there was mom in the outfit again. We hugged as soon as I saw her. My hand went directly to her ass. Mom never moved. I pulled her in tight to my body and just stood there. My cock was rock hard of course. I put both hands on her ass and squeezed her cheeks. I even let my fingers travel between her legs a bit. I could feel the heat and dampness from her pussy. Mom just let me feel her. I could not believe she was letting me explore her this much. That evening, I was sitting watching television and mom came into the room still in her red outfit. I was sitting at the end of the couch. Mom got a pillow and put it against the arm of the couch. She then lay across my lap so her head was on the pillow. Her hip was right beside my hip. She had her knees pulled up. I put my hand on the side of her chest. My hand was on her bra. Mom did not move or object. Slowly I started to stroke her side. Each time my hand came up, my fingers moved closer to her breast. Mom never moved. Eventually, I just moved my hand over her tit. Again there was no objection. I started to squeeze it. I could feel her nipple through the bra. After about 10 minutes of playing with her tit, I decided to go for broke. I moved my hand and slipped it inside her bra. I was holding my mother's breast in my hand. Mom never said a word. I don't know how long I sat there playing with her tit. It felt amazing. Her nipple was as hard as could be. I was tweaking it and pulling on it. Mom never said anything. Some time later, the thought came to me, "Since this is going so well, why not go for it all?" So I slid my hand out of her bra and moved it along her side down to her hip. I then cupped her ass and started to squeeze. Slowly I let my hand move lower until I was almost touching her pussy. I could feel her dampness again. It took all my courage but I eventually moved my fingers so I was rubbing her pussy through the panties. Mom did not say a thing. It was like she was asleep and didn't know I was doing this to her. But I knew she was awake because I could hear her breathing change. It was getting shorter and coming in little gasps. I moved my hand up to her lower back. My finger tips found the waist band of her panties. I wiggled them under and slid my hand over her naked ass. I ran my fingers down the crack of her ass. In seconds my fingers were at the back of her pussy. I could feel the heat and wetness. I pushed my fingers lower. Pay dirt!!!! I was touching her pussy. Mom never said a word. What she did next did astounded me. She moved her hand and grabbed my cock through my pants. I started to rub her pussy hole and she started to stroke my cock. I pushed a finger inside her and she kept stroking and squeezing my cock. I didn't last long. My cock erupted in my pants. Mom started to shake a little and I heard a moan. It was over all too soon. We just lay there for a while still touching each other. I could not believe how wet mom was. I guess 10 or 15 minutes went by when mom finally sat up. I took my hand out of her panties. She kissed me and said good night. Mom headed to her room. That was the last time I saw that red panty and bra outfit. Never again did I touch her tit or pussy until a few days ago. "You bet I remember that outfit! How could I forget?" "Well I have a surprise for you." With that, she opened the belt on the dressing gown. There were the red panties and bra on her again. My cock became instantly hard. "After that one night, I put them away. I never wore them again. I knew if I did, we would have fucking like rabbits and I didn't want to cheat on your father. I put these away so I would not be tempted to cheat on him. He never saw me in these. I felt these were for you only. So what do you think? Do you still like them?" To answer her, I just leaned over and put my lips to her tit. I sucked her nipple into my mouth through her bra. My hand was on her stomach and I ran it down over her panties. Mom opened her legs and I put my fingers on her pussy. Quickly I had a finger inside her panties and in her pussy lips. Mom laughed and said, "I was hoping that is what you would say!!!!" I scooped mom up in my arms and carried her to the living room. I laid her on the couch so her legs were over the side. I knelt on the floor between her legs. My hands pushed her legs apart and I leaned in. My mouth covered her red panties over her pussy. I started to suck her pussy juices through the panties. Mom let out a loud moan. "My god dear, that feels amazing." I was encouraged and sucked even harder. My hands were on her tits. I was squeezing and pulling on them. I slid one hand inside her bra to feel her tits. With my tongue, I moved her panties over and my tongue touched her hot pussy lips. Her clit was peeking out so I sucked that into my mouth. Mom let out a bigger moan. "Suck it baby. Suck mommy's clit. God that feels good." I sucked mom to 2 orgasms. Her tits were hard and swollen from my hands working them. My cock was like a pole. I sat up and undid my pants. I was looking at mom. She didn't even open her eyes. She was still finishing her second orgasm. I leaned forward and put my cock on her pussy. I slid it up and down to get the head wet. I could feel the opening to her pussy and pushed in. Mom let out a scream of delight. In two thrusts, I was all the way in. I grabbed her hips and started to drive into her. Mom locked her legs around me and started to pull me into her harder. I didn't last long. My cum boiled over and I shot mom full. As soon as she felt me starting to cum, she had her third orgasm. When I was finished, I laid on mom. After recovering, I looked at mom and she said, "I guess you remember this outfit!!" We both laughed. From then on, mom only wore that outfit for special occasions. Maybe once a month or so I would see it. But every time she put it on, we had incredible fucks. Mom and I lived together until her death at 75. She got cancer and died rather quickly. I had heard that older women had problems making love. They get dry or something. Mom never did. She was always wet and ready. Mom was an incredible fuck. I knew after she passed away I would miss her and all the fucking. I didn't start looking for a new mate for over a year. But my cock forced me to start looking. I was lucky to find Gloria. She is 5 years older than me. The first time we made love, I undressed her and she had on a red bra and panties. I knew all would be good!!! The Funeral Ch. 02 Shawna looks down at me, smiling coyly. I smirk at her and while her guard is down I cup her wet mound. She moans and thrusts her hips forward into my hand, her face transformed into a mask of ecstasy. "Why are you so wet?" I ask, still smirking at her. "I need you, Daddy." Shawna moans again. My nostrils flare as I smell her moist heat from where I sit, and my smirk falls. I need to taste her or I may cum on the spot. I push her away from me and stand up, moving myself behind her. Shawna's breathing has become ragged and her chest is heaving. I pull her shirt down from her shoulders, but don't remove it completely, so that her sleeves lightly bind her arms. I am careful not to make physical contact with her. "Have you ever been fucked by a woman?" I ask. I hope on one hand that she has, so I won't be an experimental fling. At the same time I need to be the first to claim her this way. "No, Daddy." Shawna answers, but I hear some hesitation in her voice. "But?" "I've kissed a girl before, Daddy." My heart skips a beat, and I take a moment to compose myself. I crowd my body behind hers, her arms pressed against both our bodies. Gripping her hips, I grind against her as I inquire, "Did you enjoy that kiss?" "Yesss." Shawna hisses. I reach my right hand around into her panties and immediately find her clit. I don't manipulate the button; I just use two fingers to press it. Shawna gasps and writhes against my digits, but I move my fingers. "You want me to finger you?" "Yes, Daddy." She squeaks out. I chuckle at her before I lean in more and take her earlobe between my teeth, pulling at it briefly before I let it slip from my mouth. I lift my left hand from her hip and cup her left breast, occasionally stroking her taut nipple through the material of her bra. "You want to cum, slut?" Time stands still as I feel Shawna tense up. I think I've pushed her too far, too fast. "Please, Daddy?" she asks me in a tiny voice, relaxing back into me. "Shit." I spit out. At this point I can't speak, can't articulate another thought. Pure instinct takes over, and I rip her shirt from her body. I see Shawna reeling, about to fall from my rough yanking on her, but I catch her and toss her to the bed. I flip her over and reach for her panties. Before she can lift her hips to assist me, I tear one side apart, and yank the other side down her leg. Dropping to my knees, I grab her around the thighs and pull her to the edge of the bed. I'm going to burst soon if I don't get my face in that pussy. Shawna gasps and rises onto her elbows, observing me through hooded eyes. I lick and suck on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and I feel her back arch. Working my way toward the sweet apex of her thighs, I give her pussy lips the same treatment. Shawna has lain back on the bed and is trying to push herself into my face, but I elude her. Abruptly, I push my tongue into her dripping wet snatch, and am treated to her round thighs gripping the sides of my head. Shawna lets out a trill, and begins to babble. Of course her babbling is mostly muted, but still makes my own cunt juice up. I continue to tongue her pussy, faster than I even thought I could. I feel the overwhelming need to bust a nut, so I pull her strong legs apart slightly, and fasten my mouth around her slightly hardened clit. Shawna screams as I suck on her, as I shake and nod my head to coax more stimulation out of her. Shawna is writhing beneath me and trying to disconnect my mouth from her. I've seen this before in women who were afraid to climax, so I begin to lick her clit as I suck it, and continue to force her toward orgasm on my face. "Yes, Daddy." Shawna says in a shaky voice, mainly because she is shaking uncontrollably, "I'm cummmmiingg." She begins to scratch at my arms, and her nails are creating the sweetest distraction from my own need to cum. I need to taste her release, so I double my efforts on her now fully hardened clit, and am rewarded with Shawna's scream. Her back arches high, and her whole body begins to tremble violently as she cums. I release her clit from my lips so that I can lap up her musky flow. This makes her shift her hips toward my face again, so I slowly dip my finger into her juicy cunt. Lifting my body to rest my elbow on the bed, I slowly pull my digit out, to gauge her reactions. "Please don't stop, Daddy." Shawna bites her lip. I add another finger to the first and push into her. Her channel is soaking wet, but still very tight, so I encounter some resistance. I slightly straighten my left leg to gain some leverage, and pull my hand back. Shawna is wriggling beneath my ministrations and I slam my fingers home. She yells out at the intrusion, and starts to buck against my hand, no doubt about to cum again. "Daddy's slut wants some dick?" Shawna jerks her head to stare at me like I have two heads, and I can't help but laugh at her confusion. I let her go suddenly, and she barely catches herself before she stands on wobbly legs. "Go get the bag, bitch." Shawna fetches the bag, which has since fallen to the floor and places the strap in my hand. I carefully unzip the bag, not allowing Shawna to see the contents. "Close your eyes and lay back down." Shawna complies, and I strap up. I stand closer to the bed, lift her legs up onto my shoulders and run the head of my cock down her slit. Shawna's eyes pop open, and she ogles my strap-on. "What is that?" she is more than curious and I see her hand begin to reach for it. "This is my cock, slut." I grip the base and rub my cock up the length of her slit, rubbing the head on her clit. Shawna whimpers and lets her head loll back. I know that she is tight, so I push my tool into her slowly so that she can adjust to its girth. This dildo is new because I trash each dildo after I use it; I never fuck the same girl twice. Shawna is clawing at my sheets and screaming for me to fuck her, but I ease off each time she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts. The Funeral Ch. 03 (I included some of the last chapter because my pause interrupted the flow of their encounter) * "Close your eyes and lay back down." Shawna complies, and I strap up. I stand closer to the bed, lift her legs up onto my shoulders and run the head of my cock down her slit. Shawna's eyes pop open, and she ogles my strap-on. "What is that?" she is more than curious and I see her hand begin to reach for it. "This is my cock, slut." I grip the base and rub my cock up the length of her slit, rubbing the head on her clit. Shawna whimpers and lets her head loll back. I know that she is tight, so I push my tool into her slowly so that she can adjust to its girth. This dildo is new because I trash each dildo after I use it; I never fuck the same girl twice. Shawna is clawing at my sheets and screaming for me to fuck her, but I ease off each time she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts. I pull back so that only the head of my dick is penetrating her. Shawna bows her body and sucks in her breath. I slam home, press my body weight against her and hold that position. Her legs push hard into my neck, urging me to ease back. But I want to tease her. "Please, Sam, please!" Shawna pants, breaking protocol. But I don't sweat it -- this time. She asked nicely, so I slam myself in to the hilt. The feel of our pubic bones connecting sends me into a manic pump into her lovely vee. I roll my hips as I pummel the pussy, grunting with my exertion. Shawna is now beyond words; she resumes her babbling and is pulling the fitted sheet from my bed. Her excitement is encouraging, not to mention making me more horny. As I slow down again, I glance at her beautiful, flushed face and feel a rush of emotion. My eyes prickle; I need a distraction. I grab her calves and pull her legs far apart, sliding my hands down until I am pushing on her lower thighs. Using her legs for leverage, I straighten my back and stroke her juicy cunt. I stroke harder and feel the sweat sliding down my nose. It's not enough; I need to be closer to this woman, so I pound into Shawna's soft, pliant body over and over. "Cummingcummingcumming..." Shawna chants in a rasp while I beat the pussy up. Crying out, I cum hard, losing my rhythm and thrusting wildly into her. I am blind with pleasure and feel disoriented. I release her legs and fall on top of Shawna, who is grabbing at me, trying to hold me. I don't pull away, as is my usual custom. Instead I lay awkwardly on top of her, supporting most of my weight by leaning on my elbow. "Sam?" She almost whispers. "Shawna?" I tease, as I lift up to smile down at her. "I need to get up." My smile falls, as I push off of the bed to stand up. I study her face as I back up to let her pass. Shawna is alternately looking at me, then the floor and then my bedroom door. "Your bathroom?" "Door's open." Shawna swoops down to get her clothes as she passes them. I watch her pale ass wiggle out of my room and plop down on my bed, sitting and staring at the door she just passed through. I hear water running, and I want to go into the bathroom and drag her back by her short hairs. But I don't want to fuck up more than I must have, so I practice what I want to say to her while I wait. I hear the water stop and when my heart starts pounding, I realize that I need to see her face again. I've had a rough past few weeks, true, but Shawna has a way of making me feel better even when I'm not upset. Hearing her footsteps, I sit up, trying not to look like I missed her too much. I am shocked when those same footfalls move past my bedroom. If I were under the illusion that Shawna had overshot the room accidentally, it only lasted a few seconds because I hear the pale amazon opening the front door. She didn't even try to mask the sounds. I know that Shawna is no coward. She's a decorated member of the finest police force this state has to offer. But I could never have fathomed how she could just walk out on me like that. Like a punk, like some lowlife perp, stealing my heart and crushing it in her hand as I watch. To my immense distaste, I feel almost as empty as I had this morning. I lay back onto the bed, covering my eyes with my forearm, as I cry. I must've fallen asleep, and I wake up to look for my phone. I need to know what time it is. I finally find the phone, and I am floored by what I see. It is four in the morning, and I don't have any missed calls. Shawna really left. I dial her number, but quickly hang up before it even rings. I don't know what her problem is, but I should let her work it out on her own. I wander around house straightening up and putting things where they belong, finally picking up my clothes from their place of rest on my living room floor. Though I'm walking around making more noise than I usually do at this time of night, Jewel is clocked out for the night and doesn't come out to check on the racket. I hope she does wake up, I need company. I do a more thorough cleaning in my bathroom, and then proceed to my bedroom. I grab the duffel bag from the floor and replace its contents. I want to toss the dildo, but I can't bring myself to do it. It still smells like Shawna, and despite my foul mood, my body aches for hers. So I put it in my top dresser drawer and shut it, not wanting to confront the implications of wanting a woman more than once. I pull back the comforter to make the bed, and Shawna's ripped panties fall to the floor. I never really got a good look at them. They are white bikini briefs, with a blue floral pattern. They are exactly what I imagined she would wear. She's so girly, yet so low maintenance, she's the perfect girlfriend -- or she would be. I fold the panties, and place them in my top drawer, along with everything else I want to forget about her. It's seven in the morning now, and I have nothing to do. Between administrative leave, and the fact that Jim and Cam were my only other friends, I am more lonely than I've ever been in life. My phone rings, so I rush into the living room to answer it, praying it's Shawna. It's Cam, sounding frantic. "Lewis?" "Camille, are you okay?", I ask calmly, though my heart is doing cartwheels. "Do you need me?" "Can I come over?" Camille sounds more animated than yesterday. " I just... want to talk." "Of course. I'm here."