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The Mother

By: stevie3624



****The following was found at a used book sale. It was in uncompleted manuscript form, and no author or copyright was attributed to it. It's probably a translation, and the 'Black Woods' may be in Europe. From extraneous pages and references to the 'Great War,' and flu epidemic, I think that John's account probably can be dated between 1912 and 1920. Who originally wrote "The Mother," and when it was written, is anybody's guess.****

I had always thought that The Colony was a myth, and the book it was found in, "The Mother," a fanciful fiction. That is, until I saw the original version in the Arcana Library much after the events of this telling. Due to my keen and unending interest in the subject, I became familiar with two versions of the story. The differences were in the details and not in the thrust or implications of the narrative. Both have a mother and son at the center, and take place in the Black Woods. In the version from the rural area, the early intimacies between the mother and son take place on the first night in the woods, when their two bodies huddle together for warmth. In the citified account, the two are in a small room where they hide before fleeing into the woods. 

I will discount the differences when telling the story of the book which so influenced and changed the course that my mother and I took. I don't know if anyone will ever read this account, or when. The exact time or place of these occurrences does not signify, except to those who also search.

As to the genesis of my sexual urgings for my mother, it was almost a natural outgrowth of my upbringing. We subsisted in a tiny village, a widow and son living in the closest of quarters, necessitated by the meager earnings we could scratch out. Only sixteen years separated us, while physical proximity and love brought us together. 

I had few years of formal schooling, but sought out every book I could beg or borrow from the inhabitants of my village. I was in Kopecken's barn looking through an old trunk full of books, pamphlets, and disparate writings that I had never seen in previous visits. It was there that I made my first acquaintance with "The Mother." I was certain that old Kopecken had no knowledge of, nor had ever read anything in that trunk. 

The cover said, "Stories of the Sea," but when I opened it, there was only a hand written copy of something with no title page. I held my breath when I flipped through, and my thumb stuck on a page that had as it's first words, "The mother's breasts were like alabaster, and when he touched them, it brought to his mind the finest silk." 

My heart thumped as I read on, it said, "The mother placed her fingertips on her son's gentle hand as he fondled the abundant globe." A mother was allowing her son to touch her breast. It was written right there. My excitement could not have been magnified had I found a treasure. And indeed I had found a treasure, one of unexpected repercussions. I closed the book, with the page still marked by my thumb. I had to stop to savor the moment. I can only imagine how wide my eyes had opened. 

What was this thing? Who were this mother and son? Who had written about my deepest desires? I took my treasure and placed it between two other books, thanking Kopecken, I said I would return them. He waved me off and said, "Never mind John." Had he not demurred, I wondered if I would ever have let it from my possession. 

When I got home to the single room we had been forced into of late, mother was washing some vegetables from the garden. When she saw me, she said, "More books?" She laughed. "You'll not leave us an inch of space to live in, will you John?" I smiled at the pretty face I loved, with its gentle mouth, and more lines around its star-like grey eyes than a woman of thirty-five should have. 

I said, "Yes mother, more books." My hand was almost trembling. Anticipation drove my heartbeat to the time I would be able to resume reading my wondrous find. 

When we went to bed, I placed a candle on the side away from mother. With the book on the floor I leaned off the edge to read. It seemed that the first few pages were missing and I flipped to see if it was out of order. I would not have known the title, had there not been a torn out page that said, "The Mother."

I started back at the first available page and lingered after each sentence. I give you here that narrative.

****The mother tended to the various wounds and small cuts on her son's face and arms, and said, "The will be back you know. We must leave, and it must be tonight."

"I know mother, I fear that we will have go to the other side of the wood. I hate what they have done to us, to you...I could kill them, but there are so many..."

"Please Peter, I beg you not to be rash; I could not bear you also taken from me." Her son gave a conciliatory sigh as she continued to bathe his chest and back. She put down the wet cloth, kissed his neck and then said, "Yes, we have to leave, but It doesn't matter, because we shall still be together...come now, embrace me." 

They embraced as if the first time, slowly and gently. Her mouth, warm on his, spoke of love between kisses. His hand reached as her thighs opened, and felt between them. The moisture he had come to expect on his mother's cunny was there. The son guided his erection to her entrance. As his thickened flesh penetrated the mother's center, she sighed, and for the moment, for both of them, all was well."****

I had only read veiled references to the sex act in the past, but here was a son inside his mother's hidden place. I had never seen it referred to as a 'Cunny.' I could hardly contain myself. My hardness was a solid stick between my bed and my belly. I could hear my mother's even breathing and was glad she was asleep, as I had been moving noisily in my bed. I looked over at her and she was still. When I went back to the book, to my disappointment, there was to be no more description of their pleasures together at that point. The next page took them to the next day. 

I stopped reading, and in my hardened state, thoughts that otherwise would have been trampled, now flowered. My flight of fancy took me to my mother's bed...my mother welcomed me...I was inside my mother. I felt the inevitable approach of discharge as I moved on the bed. I got out of bed before I released, and as I went to the door, I must have awakened her, because my mother said, "John, what's wrong?" 

I said, "Go to sleep mother, I'm going out for a minute...I'm warm."

"Warm? I'm freezing," she said.

I said I'd be right back and went into the cool air that promised the coming winter. I brought myself to release behind the house thinking of the word 'Cunny,' and what it might be like to know my mother's. 

The next day after doing what had to be done for the families I labored for, I thought of finding Mary, whom I among others, had taken by the brook. I realized I would find no satisfaction there; I wanted more than Mary. I came home and read this section from "The Mother." 

****In the dark of the wood, Peter and his mother felt safer; the dangers of the wood were fewer than the dangers of the village, unless they were followed. They ate from the meager provisions they carried, and then the mother reclined beside the small fire. She said, "Peter, I'm cold." The young man came behind her and fit his body to hers to give his mother warmth. After a few moments, she said, "That's better dear," and reached her arm behind to draw him tighter to her, and to signal to him that she wished his intimate touch.

He dispensed with the kissing and fondling they usually engaged in, and lifted the rough material of her dress to caress the mother's arse. The portals of her womanhood glistened with the moisture she had produced for her son. When he entered her, she confided the feelings she that had been growing in her all day. "Peter, I'm afraid...I'm so afraid."

He soothed her and stroked her breasts and belly, which she always found calming. He said, "It will be all right mother, we'll find The Colony."

With hope overcoming uncertainty she said, "Do you really think so dear heart?"

He said, "Surely. We will." His words comforted her. His stroking into her cunny, and his fondling of her breasts comforted her. While he was inside her, even the fear for their lives floated off, allowing them to be enveloped by the love that the connection of their bodies created. As both of their time drew near, he began to retreat from her body as was their custom, but the mother said, "No Peter, stay inside me, I don't care, I want it inside me."

He didn't understand why, at this most inopportune time, she wanted to take his seed into her. In an act of defiance that she herself hardly understood, she knew that she wanted her son to let his sperm inside her. So when he hesitated, she said, "Please, Peter, please."

He relented, as his mother's request sent a wave of lust coursing through his body. He pushed his solid staff back into the wet opening. She said, "Yes dear, yes...give your mother your love...now Peter, now..." The sound that came from her was a cry he had only heard before in the distant night. It was a keening wail unleashed from her fears and desires. With frenzied thrusts, Peter released his pent up emulsion into his mother's womb and stayed inside her as long as he could, as she trembled, and finally exhaled in relief.****

I don't know what words to use to use that would adequately describe my condition after reading this. I was insane with lust, and every drop of that sexual energy was directed towards my mother. I was determined to act on my desires, with total disregard of consequence. I could not think past the story and so in an attempt to replicate Peter's experience, I made certain the fire in our house was small enough to go out early. 

When we went to bed my mother said, "Why don't you put some more wood into the stove, I'm freezing to my bones." 

I went over to her bed and rubbed her back and said, "Here, this will warm you up a bit." With my hands under her cover, I continued to rub her back, and then her arms and legs.

She said, "Mmm...that feels good sweetheart." My cock was hard and my brain was fevered enough to let my hand roam over the rounded curve of her ass. I waited for the remark, or indignation, or onslaught, which did not come. I continued to stroke all over her body and was emboldened to touch the sides of her breasts as I moved up from her ribs. I got on the bed with her and kissed her neck as I continued stroking. She said, "Oh...dear heart..." I turned her towards me and kissed her mouth. She didn't resist.

After a long moment of connection she pulled her head back and said, "I found what you were reading last night that had you so excited. I read some of it...it was exciting to me too. Do you want me that way John darling?"

I said, "Yes mother, I do." 

And then I heard the most exciting words she could have uttered, "I'm glad." 

We kissed with our ignited passion creating enough heat to warm the room. I touched her and she touched me, and before long, my mother was naked. I kissed and suckled on her breasts that unexpectedly filled my hands. I was happy to hear the sounds that told me that she enjoyed my touch, my hands, and my fingers. I wasn't totally inexperienced, but it all seemed new. My mother told me to lie down. 

I was erect and pointing upward when she kneeled on the bed beside me. I didn't expect her to bend over and take me into her mouth. I said, "Oh mother..." as much in surprise as in pleasure. My mother cupped my pouch as her lips made their way up and down the thickened shaft. When she began sucking on the knob that had become a swollen and engorged plum, I thought I would explode in her mouth. Before I did, my mother stopped sucking. 

She said, "I always knew that I loved you more than just as a mother. I didn't care. I knew that if you wanted me, I wouldn't hesitate to give myself to you." She kissed me long enough for me to come back from the brink and then she reclined and opened her legs to allow me to enter. Her soft nether lips easily separated for my probing manhood. I eased myself inside her and embedded my pulsing arousal deep in my mother's belly. With firm strokes I penetrated her sheath time and again. 

I thought to continue to satisfaction but mother surprised me. She urged me over and swung her leg over to straddle my body. I came out of her momentarily. She smiled as she reached to take my cock in her hand. She found her opening with the head of my cock, and slowly mounted me and sat down. She smiled and sighed as the stave entered and filled her welcoming passageway. She rose and fell on me many times before I turned her back again. I needed to control the thrusts into her, as my desires nearly overwhelmed me. 

I held her legs and pushed them back. I looked at the sweet opening that was accepting and welcoming each stroke that massaged both of us. I inhaled the fragrance of her sex and it fired me. The air was cool, but still I saw a glistening of moisture on my mother's breasts as my thrusts pierced her, searching for more of her, even in the midst of a surfeit of feelings. I embedded the full length of my staff to explore her, and when I found her end, she gave a short cry and said, "Oh darling...I love you."

"I love you mother; I love you too." I said that as I continued toward the inexorable conclusion that we both sought. With each of my entries into my mother's secret place, I felt the yielding and accepting and loving state our physical union had brought us to. I heard her cry out again and then her back rose involuntarily as she cried out, "OH God...yes, darling, I'm...I'm there...ohhhhhh..." 

At that moment, more than anything I wanted to erupt inside her, but unlike Peter, I knew that I couldn't. I was not wearing a rubber sheath and so I came out of her and straddled her, putting my cock between her breasts. She pressed her breasts together and massaged my cock with them. She bent her head and each time my cock approached her mouth she put her tongue on it. I closed my eyes, feeling her soft skin between my thighs and her breasts moving on my member. 

The approaching explosion could no longer be contained. I momentarily was as the blind and deaf, with all my senses contained in the discharging organ that fired from between my mother's breasts. It felt as if the discharges would never end. When I regained my faculties, I saw that the creamy fusillade had struck her neck and lips, and I heard her saying, "Yes darling, yes..." as the last of my eruption left me, and found her.

Seeing my semen on my mother's skin and the manner in which she had received it, filled me with a love of her, and a stirring I had never experience so soon after satisfaction. She said, "You don't know how much I love you darling."

I said, "I can see it on you mother."

I massaged the drying cream over her breasts and nipples as if it was a salve, and she said, "Yes, darling...I'm glad." We had lain together and my mother had offered no regrets, I rested by her, in awe of the moment that had transformed the unthinkable, into actuality.

In the coming days, together, we read in the book of the colony that Peter and his mother sought, where people such as they, and we, and other outliers of society, could live in peace and community. It sounded utopian, but that is not say that it could not exist. I hoped to read of many more couplings of the mother and son, but that was not the intention of the unknown writer. Only at one other place in the pages that remained were we privy to their lovemaking again. What they fled from, remained murky and unspecified. The focus was on the quest, to find The Colony. We read the following, and saw their search turned upside down.

****Ill and half starved, the two lovers left the refuge and tribulation of the wood. With the last of their strength they made their way to an inn, which rested between two small villages. The mother paid the last of their meager means for two days of room and supper, hoping to find their Shambala before the third night when again they would be cast on the mercy of the wind. 

After a sleep of the dead into mid morning, they began a quiet inquiry into the possible whereabouts of The Colony. After hours of little success, they were directed to the home of a man called Griegor who told them, "Yes, there is such a place," and they must bring all their belongings and come after dark, when they would be taken on a three-day journey culminating with their arrival at the Colony. 

They went back to the inn, joyous and exhilarated. That is, until supper when the cautious old woman found them. She whispered to the mother and said, "Meet me outside the inn, and bring your son. You must!" The woman's voice and demeanor filled the mother with unease. She hadn't told anyone that Peter was her son...and even if it were only an assumption, why the secretive encounter?

The mother was alarmed enough to meet the old woman who led them to a desolate spot away from the inn. She asked, "Did they send you to Griegor?" 

The mother said, "Yes," as trepidation crept into her voice.

The old woman became agitated. "NO, no, you mustn't go. That's what they do, that's how they get you. You ask for The Colony, they take you and give you back... or they just take you, don't go...there is no Colony." 

"The mother covered her mouth. "No Colony...are you sure?"

"I don't know, I don't think so, but I do know that Griegor will bring you to hell and not to any Colony. You must leave...they will know you're here now."****

The mother and son flee the inn. The pages end, but the story does not. We are left abrupt and discomfited. The mother and son, while uncertain even of its existence, decide to continue the search for the Colony. The description of the their final night of carnal embrace, led to a similar occurrence between my mother and me. As we prepared for sleep I approached my bed and mother said, "John, that's too far from me. Come to my bed."

I joined her, happily, as it had become our custom for me to come to her bed only when she invited me. We kissed for a long time until we were both naked and touching each other with urgency. My fingers entered the wet of her sex and I brought it for both of us to taste. It fired me to have more of that sweet fluid in my mouth and I bent to put my lips from where the juices seeped. I licked the place I had learned to be a source of great pleasure for my mother, and exposed from its hood the protuberance that swelled when I sucked on it. I devoured the fragrant mound of my mother's flesh with my tongue and mouth.

My mother said, "Oh John, I never expected that any man would love me like this...I can't tell you how good you make me feel with your loving mouth...yes darling...oh yes...like that...oh God...Oh...Oh..." I continued ministering to her tender flesh as she murmured, and sighed, and moaned. I was hardened stiff in anticipation of taking her. 

I turned her and entered her from behind, sliding into her wetness until her sex completely enfolded mine. I held her buttocks, and on my knees, I pressed home as deep as I could into my mother's womb. My horn probed inside her tender flesh. She welcomed me and pushed on me with the ardor of a lover who has been separated from her mate and is in his arms once more. Against the certain knowledge of its foolhardiness, I still wished to release inside her. I did not. 

Mother said, "Does it feel good John, do I please you?"

I said, "It feels better than I could have imagined mother. I love being inside you, and moving in you like this."

She said, "Yes John...yes, I know...I feel it like that too. I never want to be without you or without this...yes darling, push into me, love me, never stop..." 


The Mother



I said, "No mother, I'll never stop, and I'll never stop loving you." As deep inside my mother's body as I could get, we were joined. I felt as one, and we moved as one, bringing each other closer to culmination. I understood what 'Flesh of my flesh,' meant as her opened passageway enveloped me and held me as its own. As my mother cried out with the pleasure of release, I reluctantly came out of her and let my sperm onto her belly.

After love, we spoke of the book, and we both admitted to the nebulous feeling that perhaps, there really existed such a place. Perhaps because we could find sympathy for Peter and his mother due to some similarities of circumstance, or perhaps it all rang true to us, but we thought the story genuine. We hoped there was a place where there was no punishment for being who you were. The geographical references placed it as close as fifty kilometers from where we stood. We thought the Colony a possibility. We began our search.

Whenever we could afford the day's journey, we went, we asked, we sought. Through the code mentioned in the book we always inquired about "The Garden." If the reply was 'Which Garden?' we knew the person did not know. For months we looked in vain, receiving blank stares as reward for our efforts. 

As often happens, the answer was before our eyes. One day, looking for more books, I went to Kopecken. I was almost struck dumb when he asked, "Did you like the Stories of the Sea?" He smiled when I stared, and said, "I thought you might...unfortunately it's difficult to keep the rumor mongers at bay, and in a small village, truth and lies easily get into the wind."

I said, "Do you know where The Garden is?"

He said, "Yes John...I lived at the Colony of Peter and Maria for ten years." My body felt as if it was on fire. Was Maria The Mother who had gone unnamed in the story?

I managed to say, "You lived there?" 

"Yes John, I also loved someone I was not supposed to; someone who had taken vows...no matter now...that is done."

I asked, "Was Maria the one with Peter in the story?" 

"Yes," Kopecken said. "But she and Peter had long passed when I arrived. There was no one who even remembered what they looked like, but their history was always retold. The most surprising thing I learned when I arrived was that Peter and Maria never found the Colony they sought, they created it. " 

I was filled with questions concerning life at The Colony, and Kopecken patiently answered until I exhausted his knowledge, and my curiosity. He told me how the colony had grown and become self-sustaining, but never large enough to become conspicuous. With the details of how to get there burned in my memory, I took my leave. Kopecken shook my hand and smiled as he said, "I guess I won't be seeing you for a while." 

Within a week my mother and I set out. Things aren't that difficult to find when you know where they are, even nestled in a wood. Many who remembered Kopecken and his bride, who had unfortunately passed from the influenza, welcomed us. Many questions were answered by the original manuscript of "The Mother" found in what the Colonists called, "The Arcana Library," which is the cabin that Maria and Peter lived in, which now holds all documents relating to the colony and its founding. 

Our first night was spent in the cabin where new arrivals stay until their own place can be built. It was cheery and sunny by day, warm and secluded by night. We felt safe, and saved. 

There were two beds. My mother pointed to the larger one and said, "Perhaps this could be our bed..." She hesitated, and then said, "I want to be as a wife to you John, if you want me to be." 

I said, "Of course I want you to be mother, I love you." 

She came to my arms and said, "I know you'll be a good husband to me, and I promise to be a good wife to you John."

I laughed and said, "There, that's settled, we're married."

She laughed too and said, "Yes, we're married."

We added wood to the fireplace until it blazed full and then took off our clothes. Her body shone with the dancing flames as she stood there, and the light and shadows accentuated all the angularities and curves that made her so desirable to me. My hands stroked and fondled her heavy pendant breasts. They were beautifully formed and achingly swollen on that night. Her nipples were roseate in the fires glow and they hardened to my touch and mouth. I teased the end between my teeth and then suckled hard as if milk would once more flow from them. I stood and we kissed belly to belly with all of our skin touching in a fierce embrace. 

And then my anxious fingers searched for her openings. They found their way into her ass and sex as she moaned in pleasure. She broke the kiss and for the first time, my mother kneeled before me and took my cock into her mouth. That is only one of the beautiful images I keep from what is, in my mind, our wedding night. 

My mother, my bride, had me in her mouth. The bulb of my manhood swelled with the rush of blood caused by her sucking on the tip, as she held the shaft of my straining masculinity in her fist. I stood the exquisite sweet torture as long as I could and then told her to stop for fear of erupting too soon. I directed her to our marriage bed.

She was opened and waiting to receive me when I said, "I want to be with you truly as a husband is with his wife. I want you to be mine, and have my child."

She said, "Yes dear heart," as Maria had said to Peter. "Yes, I am yours..." The cleft between her legs beckoned me as she opened her thighs wide to receive her groom. That place guarded from sons, was molten, and opened for me. I put the swollen knob at the entrance and entered her with the anticipatory pleasure of knowing I would soon release my seed into her belly. I reveled in the felicitous thought that one day, my mother might have my child.

She accepted my thrusts happily and between penetrations, I buried myself deep inside her, and stayed until I had to move again. The hot glide of flesh slid into her warmth, and I filled her. She said, "Yes dear heart, yes dear heart..." and the words spurred us both as we writhed together. She arched up against me and brought her knees up to accommodate even more of my hard length.

I could feel her getting closer as she clutched at me. My thrusts penetrated her deeply and she said, "Yes darling, like that...inside me...I want your love inside...your baby inside me."

We surged and ebbed and I heard my mother searching for her breath as her hips moved more in frenzy. Without warning, my mother convulsed in spasm and arched high, crying my name. I abandoned myself to the pleasure of being inside my mother's flesh and exploded into her belly. As she felt my hot seed spilling inside her, she gave a great cry and said, "Yes, yes love...yes dear heart...OHHhhhhhh God...yes, give me a child, make me yours, OHHhhhh...Ohhhhh John, John...John." She shuddered in final release and I continued erupting as her body massaged the last of the love milk that I had for her. I held her as her trembling quieted, and we rested in the peace of our newfound haven. 

****And so the narrative ended there, but the story didn't, since it's evident that many pages were missing. But it left me imagining them fulfilled, with their love continuing in that special place.****



The Mother



I remember the first time I saw her, and will never forget it. I was picking up her daughter for our first date, but she wasn't home yet, so we sat and chatted. She was a very sexy woman in her late 40's maybe early 50's natural blonde, petite tight body, small tits, but very sexy, very hot. And obviously loved her heels. Immediately I realized she was a flirt, having been married to a man who obviously wasn't enjoying the pleasures she most definitely offered him.

I dated her daughter for a while with the mother constantly coming onto to me, hugging so I could feel her tits pressing against me. I remember staying late one evening after being asked if I'd like to stay over...of course I thought. Walking through the hallway I saw her in the bathroom the door slightly ajar, she was nude...omg what an amazing body. I stood at the door peering through the crack admiring her perfectly erect nipples. My cock immediately grew, my hand immediately found its way into my jeans but my fear moved me away back to the room I was staying in.

While watching TV I couldn't stop stroking my cock thinking of that gorgeous woman. My fantasies ran wild. Waking up the next morning I got dressed and headed down to the kitchen, figuring I'd make coffee and breakfast for all. Susan, the mom was already there, sitting at the table with a silky robe on..."she's out with her friend" Susan referring to her daughter. As I went to sit down, a stunning view of her breast stood before me...my cock again grew to its full length. My fantasies aroused, but my guilt kept me and my coffee seated.

Months went by more teasing more smiles, hugging...but never more. I remember one time I was sitting alone watching football she walked over and bite my ear, her tongue quickly passed over it. 

   One Saturday while staying over, my girlfriend fast asleep as was the husband, Susan entered my room, about midnight. Wearing just a thin night shirt her nipples were perfectly outlined and somewhat erect. I was startled, not expecting her and nearly undressed. Sorry she told me, sorry for barging in but I need something out of the closet. Fumbling around in the closet, well I knew she was trying to make it appear honest her ass and perfect legs reached out to me,,,I was stroking my cock under the blanket. Then to my amazement what she was looking for was a feathered boa, didn't mention she was a cabaret singer. Throwing it around her neck she raised her night shirt to her mid thigh teasing, her nipples were fully erect. It was apparent what she had on her mind. I told her what a tease she was, and her response was mindblowing, I can be more than just a tease. Show me I responded,,,she walked over to the bed, bending over so her breasts were completely exposed and asked if I wanted them...kiss me I responded and omg did she. Kneeling on the bed she further teased me with her breasts, placing them on my lips, my cock was burning with desire. I could feel her hand touch my leg then slightly passing over my engorged cock. She stopped, and began fondling it...all the while just kissing me. Her eyes spoke volumes of her desire. She went to the bedroom door and locked it, omg I thought, what if someone woke up,,,but holy cow...look who's now in the bed with me. 

As she resumed stroking my cock, she removed the nightshirt she had on to expose a truly drop dead body. Petite a little over 5' tall, B breasts, big erect nipples a tight ass and her legs were perfect. She then laid down on me kissing frantically. Her hips slowly began to move over my cock...i could feel her lust growing oh how I wanted to be in her. I rolled her over, and began kissing and licking her erect nipples...her moans were soft but firm. I wanted to cum in her on her, over her but just then her hands pushed my head towards her wet pussy. Over her belly towards her lust, my lips teased her more. Then I arrived, a neatly trimmed pussy stunning lips and a very hot clit. After a few minutes she whispered, let me suck you, and she did. It was obvious that she longed for a cock and her mouth proved it. I told her that I wanted to make love...next time she responded, next time I thought, this was going to be on going...omg. And before long my cum flowed into her mouth, she swallowed it all. As we embraced she told me that the first time we met, she decided it was her goal to have me...and she did.

   She slipped out of bed, put on her night shirt threw the boa into the closet and just left closing the door behind her. The next morning with the entire family there she acted discretely as if nothing ever happened. Later that day after returning for shopping her daughter ran upstairs and she came over to me and whispered...last night was amazing, tonight stay over, ok, I want to make love to you.



The Mother and The Woman



I sat on my son's bed for a long time. The computer faded into sleep mode, and the images mercifully disappeared. I felt ashamed, and angry, and betrayed. 

How was I supposed to confront him about this? Should I even bring it up? I heard the front door slam shut, and suddenly, I was aware of where I was, and how angry he would be to find me in his room. His room, and especially his computer, had been "off-limits" for almost 2 years now. He wouldn't even let me clean in here. He was sure to be enraged at the mere sight of me in his "man-cave."

I fumbled with his computer, trying to turn it off, as he roamed the house, calling, "Mom? You home? I'm starving."

I couldn't find his shutdown command quick enough; I pressed down on the power button, and the screen turned black. Just in time. A second later, my son's door flew open.

"Mom? What are you... Mom! How many times... Get out of my room," he yelled, and threw a book against the wall. 

He certainly had a temper, but I could only smirk as he marched down the hall, yelling, "I'm going to count to three, and you better be out of there..."

I sat there, half-wondering if I should talk about the images I'd just seen, half-wondering what he would do when he got to three.

"One, two, this is your last chance..."

Then, for the first time in his life, I heard my son curse.

"Three! Get out of my fucking room."

The smirk faded from my face. I couldn't believe my son had cursed in front of me. And, not just the word, but the tone, were infuriating. There was something in his tone that denoted disrespect: something that had been growing for many months, and was now erupting. I had noticed, increasingly, distance and aloofness in my son. It was his way of saying, "I'm a man, now." And, it occurred to me in a flash, in all our little fights, and especially this fight, he was simply trying to say, "Mom, I'm not your baby anymore. I'm grown man."

Just now, he wanted to make it very clear that he was man enough to defend his privacy, and use whatever word he wanted. I heard something break in the kitchen, and another string of expletives. 

He stormed out of the kitchen, down the hall, toward his room, "If I have to tell you one more fucking time..."

But no matter how old he was, I couldn't abide him speaking to me like this.

A rage, and sense of injustice swept over me. I had never laid a hand on my son, but if he had been near me, I would have slapped him.

How dare he! How dare he disrespect me! I'm sad to admit it, but what I did next, I did because I wanted to remind my son that I was in charge. I'm ashamed to admit it, but what I did next, I did to embarrass him, and make him feel like a little boy again.

"Son," I yelled, fuming, just as he turned the corner toward his room, "Get your ass in, here! Now."

He opened the door a little, sticking his head inside, still yelling, "Get out..."

"Come, and sit here. Calm down! Your mother needs to talk to you. I need to talk to you about something very serious."

He noted the sternness in my voice, and the seriousness of my tone. I stroked a spot on the bed with my right hand, and he sat down, begrudgingly. His desk and computer sat just right of the bed. I swung round, and before he even knew what I was doing, I typed his password into the log-in screen, and his desktop lit up.

He jumped up, and growled, "Mom. What are you doing? My room? My computer. Have you been ..."

Before he could utter another word, I clicked on the folder, "U.S. History."

"That's private! Stop!"

"I know what you did," I said, and his face went white.

He tried to crawl over me, and turn the computer off, but I pushed it toward the wall, out of his reach, and clicked on "JO."

"Want to explain this?" I said as I opened up a picture from the folder. 

It was a photo of me, sunbathing, topless, in the backyard. I was laying on my side,n chair, my head resting on a towel, my breasts shining from a mix of sweat and lotion. 

I browsed the pictures one by one, leaning close to the screen, trying my best to maximize his shame.

"Oh, and this is interesting..." I said each time I clicked on a new pic. 

He pleaded, "It was . . . it was ... a mistake. I'm sorry. I'll delete every one, and never do it again, I promise." 

My son walked toward the door, his head hung in shame.

"I'm sorry," he muttered repeatedly. 

As I looked at the pictures now, with him in the room, I slowly started seeing them differently than I had when I discovered them an hour earlier. I gradually saw myself through my his eyes, the eyes of a lusty, awkward, probably super horny, virile young man. Sure, I was his mom, but these were, after all, tits. He knew not to come in the backyard in the summer without first warning me, and I always thought he'd just be grossed out if he saw his 51 year old mother's not-so-perfect double d's. Instead, all those days, he'd been thinking of me as an object of lust. Taking, literally, 100's, of pictures. It must have been quite a trial for him to know a topless woman was sunbathing every Saturday only 10 yards behind his home. And, then, I realized what "JO" stood for. I was slightly flattered to think I had been the source dozens of orgasms for a good looking young man.

I forgot where I was for a moment, and did not realize, my right hand was sliding, sliding down to my stomach, between my legs. I couldn't believe it; I was growing wet. My son looked down at my hand, stunned, confused; his face turned red; his eyes dropped to the floor. I got control of myself, and swung my hand back up toward the screen. I pointed at an image of me leaning forward, my breasts suspended over a glass of tea, and chided him, "Son, this is so inappropriate. So, so wrong. How could you? Your privacy? How could you violate my privacy like this. How could you take these pictures? I'm your mother! Has anyone else seen them?"

"No," he groaned.

He turned away, and started to pace the room again; soon, he was quietly sobbing. 

I looked at him, in that moment, as my little boy again. He needed his mommy. 

"Come here. I won't hurt you, son. I just want you to sit here and talk to me." 

He walked wearily towards the bed and sat down again.

I put my arm around his shoulder, and pressed him closer to me. 

"Don't cry, baby. I'm your mom, and you could never do anything to make me not love you. Can you look me in the eyes when I talk with you? What I'm about to say is important."

He raised his glance, and looked intently into my eyes. Little tears stained his cheeks. I was struck by how innocent he still was, and then, as a contrast, how tall and strong he also was. He now stood 6'3, and his stout form seemed to swallow me up at such a close distance. I still had my arm around him; I felt the muscles in his left shoulder; I felt the hardness of his taut body against my ribs. For the first time ever, I realized, my boy had become a man. Then I felt a sudden softness in the room. It wasn't my boy who'd been, masturbating to pictures of me; it was this, this, man. This man, handsome enough to have any girl, and he'd chosen to look at me. Me?!

I gazed over his rippling arms, and strong thighs, and gorgeous face; the mommy in me gave in, for a moment, to the woman in me. In that moment, all I could see before me was a mass of virulent manhood. I wanted him, this man. I found my anger - and secret lusts built up over years of being sexually frustrated - and motherly instincts - all colliding, meshing into a torrent of desire that drew me toward him with an unstoppable compulsion. I hugged him tighter.

"I'll never be able to look you in the eyes again," he said, standing, and walking toward the door.

"Why not?" I asked. 

He acted like he was going to leave. I couldn't bear for him to march off in such a state of shame.

"Wait, son," I called.

He turned to face me, still unable to look me in the eyes. I didn't know what to say next, but I was desperate to lighten the mood, and minimize the awkwardness: to somehow indicate that this really wasn't a big deal, and we'd get past it. So, I offered the first joke that came mind.

I said, snickering, "Really? JO? Is this your Jerk Off folder? Don't you know there's a place called the internet where you can get pictures of young beautiful women in great shape. You don't have to look at pictures of your old saggy mom."

His eyes became earnest, and his face very serious, "There is no woman more beautiful than you, mom."

Those words fully awakened the woman in me; I felt, between my already warm thighs, a sensation like an electrical shock. The room spun, and I grew dizzy. I had to close my eyes to regain my composure. Almost a minute passed before I could move. When I opened my eyes, they were level with my son's waist, and I could see there, in his jeans, a growing erection. 

"Run," a voice screamed inside my head, "Run while you can!" But, I was glued to the bed, weakened by the soft, but roaring, heat in the room. The electric shocks between my legs began to pulsate, and I observed my hand reaching forward, absently to touch him "there."

I couldn't take my eyes off the bulge in his pants; his eyes looked down, then back up at me. I tried to look away, but couldn't. He looked down at his crotch, then back up at me. It had been so long since I had been with a man, any man, so long since I had tasted a man.

"Stop," I yelled, internally, and forced my hand into my pocket.

My son traced the line of vision from my eyes to his cock. I still couldn't look away. 

"Mom," he whispered, soft, but with deep base inflections, and the passion and manliness in his voice bounced off the walls, and then danced on my clitoris. The electric shocks turned more violent, more rapid, and reverberated to the tips of my toes. And I came.

I was shaking, trying to suppress the waves of pleasure rocking my body. 

"Mom," he said, taking a step toward me, moving one hand to his zipper.

"Mom, are you looking at my..."

I wanted to tell him not to speak to me like that, in such a sexual tone, but I could barely breathe. And, I couldn't focus on words, because I couldn't take my eyes off his crotch. His hard-on was outlined against his jeans like a work of art. I tried to stand, but faltered. I fell back on the bed. I came again. 

"Oh, my..." I gasped.

His long strong legs reached me in just two steps. He unzipped his jeans gently, deliberately, but he was clearly nervous and unsure of what he was doing.

His pants slid gracefully down his body, and fell at my feet, just as I mustered my last ounce of strength. Enough strength, finally, to look away. I slid forward on his bed, and whispered, "Son, really, I don't think so. First, the pictures, now this?"

He didn't protest. He didn't move to block me. Instead, in a manner both tender and manly, he ran his right hand into my hair, then took a handful of my long brown hair, held me in place. He tried ot turn my head toward his body, and his manhood brushed my hair. I resisted, still refusing to look at his naked body.

"I can't," I sighed weakly.

"Stay," he said, as a plea, full of desperation and need, but also a command, full of authority and confidence.

I turned, and looked up; his piercing eyes were gazing on me with such longing; I felt like a real woman again. I felt so wanted, and I wanted him, this man, more than I had ever wanted any other man.

I traced my eyes slowly down his body. Down, past his collar. Down, past his shirt pocket. Down, counting each button on his shirt as I went. Down, finally, until I saw bare skin. Down, to his belly button. 

"Mom?" he whispered, moving toward my mouth.

"Yes baby," I answered. 



The Mother I Never Knew (AU)



This is an alternate universe story in the series "The Mother I Never Knew", by FinalStand, who has graciously allowed me to play with his characters. This splits off from the main story line after chapter 5 and does not include developments in Chapter 6. Once again, thanks to FinalStand who created the main characters I use here, and has let me take them in a different direction. 

Natalie Hires a Lawyer

It was shaping up to be an interesting evening. 

After dinner, we decided to have a rest and digest break. I settled on the couch with a glass of red wine, and looked at the three beautiful women that made my life complete. Heidi had finally put on a black, baby doll nightie and g-string, after she had told Siena that sheer fabric would make her look even sexier than being naked, and she wasn't wrong. She sat beside me and snuggled.

Siena had chosen a long red Peignoir gown, flowing and gauzy, sitting in a leather club chair. This honestly made her look the Madam in a high class bordello. My old Sergeant used to say if you want the best piece of ass in the house, see if you can afford the Madam. While not as immediately striking as Heidi's outfit, Siena smoldered and worked at parts of my libido that I didn't even know existed. She smiled like a cat at Heidi and sipped at her Aviator Red Ale, seemingly waiting for something.

Natalie was stretched out adorably on the love seat in her red corset and stockings, her cute little ass poked out and looked delicious. She had that fresh youthful wholesomeness that made me want to take her roughly from behind and make her mine, again and again. But that was for later...

There was nothing worth watching on TV, and I mean nothing, so Siena switched it to one of the Music channels in the high numbers on the cable listings. Smooth jazz flowed out of the speakers, and washed over me like a liquid aphrodisiac. Heidi's hands were stroking my thighs and she leaned over and kissed me lightly on the chest and stomach.

"What are you, doing?" I asked.

"Oh, just enjoying being with you, Joshua," said with a smile. Her next kiss turned into a playful brief lick that made me instantly hard. 

"If you keep that up, I'm going to enjoy the shit out of you, right here on this couch!" I said hotly. "We agreed to rest after dinner, before further festivities."

"Well...you didn't say that." Heidi shifted uncomfortably. "Nat suggested it, but you didn't say anything. I thought the question was still open," Heidi said. "And besides," she added playfully, "I'm not really done with dinner. I want you for dessert." 

She kissed wetly down my torso, taking her time as her hands went to my now totally rampant cock. I watched her take the first lick and she stopped suddenly. Heidi looked me in the eyes, and said with great seriousness, "Will you let me have dessert, Daddy? I've been a good girl..." 

"Daddy?" I thought. Where did that shit come from? She never called me that before. I loved her and would do what I knew would make her happy, yet things had to be by my rules. By springing this little twist on me, we both knew she'd pay later and we were both looking forward to it.

Heidi slid down off the couch and knelt in front of me. She was doing a magnificent job, and continued licking a figure eight pattern on my cock head, obviously enjoying herself. "Please, Daddy..." Her mouth engulfed the head and slid down the shaft. She stroked a soft hand on my balls and added a ferocious suction, and she drew her mouth of me with a loud popping noise. She licked between the shaft and the head of my cock in short snappy strokes. "Please, Daddy... Can I have dessert?"

"Oh, you think you've earned something special?" I moaned as she took as much of it her mouth as I thought humanly possible, and continued a little more strongly, "If that's the best you can do, I may have to reconsider my positttttiiiioon." 

Heidi lifted her mouth of my nearly bursting cock, smiled and said, "I'll show Daddy just how good I can be." She licked around the head again then down the length of the underside ridge down to my balls and back up to the tip and licked the pre-cum off. She made a great show of smacking her lips and stared me right in the eyes as she proceeded to suck me into the back of her throat. I have, since then, had more intense blowjobs, usually from Heidi before I took her to work in the morning (because that's what she likes), but that was the best one I had ever had in my life up to that point. 

For the next half hour she kept me on the edge of coming. Literally a fraction of a second from exploding into her mouth and then backed off, and then another slow buildup until she looked me in the eyes and with an intensity borne of passion tinged with madness, said, "Give it to me, Daddy! Fill my mouth with your love!" 

Her eyes were still locked on mine as her mouth engulfed my cock again, and sucked for all she worth. Now there was no teasing, no subtlety, no waiting. After less than a minute of her mouth-fucking herself onto me, I roared with pleasure and grabbed the back of her head to pump an enormous load of cum into those sweet, sucking lips. I swear to you, my toes curled as I came with a frightening intensity. My vision blurred, but I could still see Heidi's intense, lustful stare. She swallowed as fast as she could, but there was just too much. Hot cream overflowed down her chin and onto her hands, and made its way to drip onto my thighs.

"Oh, Daddy, I'll clean up this mess right away," Heidi said. Her tongue swirled around and licked up every drop, adding kisses to my softening cock at random intervals. 

I was ready for a nap, or a drink of water, the rest of six-pack of Aviator Red, or anything but what came next. She opened her mouth to show it was all empty from cum swallowing and sat up next to me on the couch again. Her hand drifted to my cock again and gently stroked my spent rod. She licked up the sweat from the base of my throat to my chin and kissed me. 

"Thank you for your cum, Daddy," Heidi said with intense, heartfelt gratitude. 

Now I know this is standard sub dialog, and I always found it kind of strange, especially when the dom makes her say it, but on the other hand... I wanted to know what brought this on -- what was her inspiration.

Something in the way she said it went straight down my spine and into my groin. I was raging hard, when a half a minute ago, I thought I was fucked out for the next few hours, or maybe even the week. Now I was the fucking energizer bunny. 

I pushed her onto her back and held her shoulders as I demanded, "What brought this on?"

"Natalie suggested it," Heidi said with a giggle. She struggled to wrap her legs around me and slid her ass down the couch to speed up penetration. She was incredibly wet and more than ready.

"OK," I said, "I'll deal with her later'." I lined up my cock with her juicy slot and pushed in to the hilt. 

"Yes!" Heidi moaned. "Give it to me, Daddy! Give it to me!"

I tried to start slowly, but she was crazed, almost ravenous for my cock in her sweet, wet pussy. Her heels locked behind my knees and pulled her ass up to meet every stroke. Suddenly, I found the right rhythm and she shrieked in joy. Our fingers locked together as I immobilized her hand above her head and leaned in to kiss her, devour her, and ravish her mouth with my tongue.

I came up for air from the kiss and was intoxicated by her scent. The room was filled with the aroma of her perfume, and her delicious flowing pussy. I couldn't think anymore. I could only drive my cock into her, as though my life depended on it. The rest of the world didn't matter. Only she mattered, only she and the moment of our passion.

I put Heidi's ankles on my shoulders as I pounded into her, nearly folding her in two. Now she was totally vulnerable to me and I had a strong position to penetrate her juicy cunt, and she loved it.

"Just like that! Just like that!" Again, she stared at me with manic intensity and begged, "Fuck me, Daddy! Please!" She babbled "Fuck me, Daddy!" over and over again like a sex mantra. I gave her all she asked for, and more.

Her eyes snapped shut, and she threw her head back in a soundless scream. I knew she was coming so hard that everything else she had in mind for this encounter was forgotten in ecstasy. She went a little limp, and I was afraid she would pass out from the intensity, so I released her hands. But I did not stop pounding that beautiful snatch. I stuffed her as full of me as I could, as hard and fast as I could, bouncing her glorious ass on the couch cushions like the beating of a drum. 

Her eyes fluttered open and she moaned in time with my strokes. She pulled my face down to kiss her, incoherently murmuring encouragements. Her lips were sweet and fruity from the wine, and I drank her in, building my strength for the climax to come.

"Daddy's almost there, baby" I panted." I'm getting ready to shoot, Heidi." 

"God, yes!" she rasped. "Fill your baby! Fill me up with your juice!" 

After having expended so much from that masterful blowjob, I didn't think there would be a lot of juice left for this time.

Right before she came again, she looked into my eyes again and panted, "You know I'm all yours, Joshua." 

And that was it! Like the dawn on a winter morning, when the sun breaks through the clouds, I came. Golden spheres of light literally flashed across my vision. If you told me at the time that I pumped a quart into her, I would have believed you.

A long sustained orgasm started behind my eyes, and rushed like wildfire to the back of my skull. I felt like my entire life was pumping out my cock in to her pulsing pussy, and that it would have been worth it to die like that, because I had just entered Heaven. Heidi was coming too, shrieking in triumph and screaming my name.

Now it was my turn, I nearly passed out myself. My elbows buckled, and I collapsed onto her, burying my face into her shoulder. She kissed my ear and stroked my hair. I lifted my head and looked into her eyes.

"Wow," she whispered.

"Yeah," I said. 

At that point, Natalie and Siena began applauded with their eyes and smiles. 

"What a good little girl you are Heidi," Siena teased. 

I had been so into the moment of our passion, I had actually forgotten they were in the same room. But of course, I didn't say that. Wordlessly Natalie had brought out towels for us to sit on, so that our combined juices didn't ruin the couch cushions. 

I didn't have the heart to tell her that she was too late.

We struggled to a sit up and leaned wearily against each other. Heidi snuggled onto my lap and made a kind of purring hum while she happily played with my hair. 

"What was that all about?" I asked in my sternest tone, though in fact I did not feel very stern. I felt tired.

They looked at each other guiltily. Now I was starting to get angry, smacked Heidi's thigh sharply enough to make her squeak and repeated my question. Heidi became a little frightened and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me for comfort. 

Natalie cleared her throat. "Siena and I spoke earlier today, and realized we needed to discuss some family business. We thought it best if your head were clear for the conversation."

"That was the best head I've ever had, but..." Heidi kissed me intensely, cutting off the next thing I was going to say. What was I going to say?

"Heidi, no," I said, kissing her cheek. "I've had nights with all three of you that didn't take as much out of me. You've fucked me nearly into exhaustion, so I guess you want something. Probably something you think I'll object to. Am I right?"

"Sort of..." Natalie said evasively. She bit her lip, looking unsure for the first time this evening.

Who did she think she was kidding? I grew up with that face, and knew that she was afraid of something.

"Out with it, Nat!" I said. "Stop playing games!"

She drew in her breath sharply and said, "We need to hire a lawyer."

That was it? I said "Nat, we have lawyers, good ones. What do you mean?"

Natalie sipped her wine and said, "I've seen a few of these cases come through the hospital. If we're going to clear up Heidi's problem, we may to have to explore some dangerous things. Things that our current counsel might not want to do. It could get so rough that our lawyers could need lawyers."

"Natalie thinks she knows someone she can trust," said Siena.

The light dawned, and I saw where this was going. "Nat, no!" I said.

"Jumbo will do anything I want, Joshua," Natalie said. "You know he will, and you know we can trust him."

"Who's Jumbo?" Heidi asked.

"Richard Bernstein, Esquire. The best research lawyer in the city," Natalie said, "one of Joshua's best friends."

"Nat, no." I said calmly.

"Little Dickie Bernstein?" Siena said, and looked at Natalie. "I thought you meant Jake Bernstein."

"Who's Jake Bernstein?" Heidi asked.

"Richard's father," I said. "The lawyer who kept the lid on at my mother's trial and got her a plea deal that meant she wouldn't be executed for murder."

My mother seemed to lose 25 years for just an instant. Her face brightened and she said, "Little Dickie was always over at our house to play with Joshua. A smart, pudgy, little boy who could recite poetry and bits of movie dialog. Joshua brought him home one day after he had rescued him from being beaten up by bigger kids in the school yard. So he's a lawyer now? ...And Natalie's sweetie? Not surprising really. He loved Natalie from the moment he saw her...."

Siena 's eyes lost twenty years of bitterness, and was lost in memories of happier times. I had to snap her back to reality. "Mom let me tell you the rest of the story. Little Dickie as you remember him, grew to be the size of a Kodiak bear. He has been in a hit and run romance with Natalie since they were twelve years old, each break up worse than the last one, until about two years ago; I thought they were going to end up in a murder/suicide"

"Honestly, Joshua," said Natalie. "You're as bad as he is."

"So speaks the Drama Queen of West Side High. Nat if you don't care about your own broken heart, at least have some pity on him. He still loves you."

"And I still love him. More than I can say," Natalie said. "And Joshua, we NEED him. I wouldn't trust this to anyone else."

"We can't afford him," I said.

"What would he want?" Heidi asked.

"Me," said Natalie.

"Which is why it's still no," I said. "It would tear you both apart."

Heidi burst into tears and ran across the room to hug Natalie. She kissed her cheek and sobbed uncontrollably. For a few minutes she was totally incomprehensible, but Natalie calmed her down. Heidi was still crying as she said, "I can't believe you'd sacrifice yourself for me. That's the most amazing thing I've ever heard. We're intimate yes, but you don't really know about me. Nat, this could be your whole life."

Natalie shushed her and said, "Mom, throw me one of those towels. I shoud have saved one for myself. She's getting Joshua all over me."

"Wouldn't be the first time," I said.

"It'd be the first time for these stockings, and this time I didn't have the fun that made the mess!"

Siena found this incredibly funny, and tossed a folded towel to Natalie to put on her lap. 

Natalie mopped up the mess, and said, "Sweetie; first it's not that big a sacrifice. Jumbo and I belong together. We have been fighting and embracing it since puberty. He's a wonderful man, with flaws, and we all have flaws, but we grew up in expectation of a life together." She turned to me and said "Joshua I love you and this has been fun, but I miss Jumbo terribly. You say we're free to leave here anytime we want?"

"Yes," I said, "but I don't want you going to your death. You guys keep crashing and I can't stand to see that happen again."

Natalie inhaled deeply and sighed. "Thank you for your concern, but I think we'll be all right now."

"What's changed?" I asked. 

"Mom's here," Natalie said, "and she's not the psycho-killer of my nightmares that abandoned me. Every time Jumbo and I broke up there was one last issue; children. He's desperate to have children and I'll let him tell you why. Mom sacrificed her freedom so that I could be free. Meeting her, talking to her I understand the courage it must have taken, and how hard it must have been to kill the man you love to save your child, even if he is evil. Now I know that I can be a mother, and not fear I'll wake up and kill my husband or my children. Joshua, in freeing her, you've freed me." 

She turned to Heidi, "Second as to knowing you, I've examined you. Hell, I've seen your x-rays. I researched your past, and I know a little bit about you, probably as much as you'd want to tell now, anyway. But I know that Joshua loves you, and more importantly I know that you love him. And it's not just that he fucks you into unconsciousness. You are healing in mind, body, and spirit. Only love can do that, after what you've been through. He is your hero." She turned to look at me and said, "And I want mine."

I was out maneuvered and I knew it. I had brought Natalie into my home to make her strong enough to face the world again, and apparently it had worked. Now she felt she was ready, and I couldn't say I disapproved, even though we would miss her. I looked at Natalie and said, "Make the call."

"One question," Heidi said, "Why Jumbo?"

"It's the nickname he picked up in High School," Natalie said. She crossed the room to retrieve her purse and phone.

"Because he's a big guy," I said, using my hands to denote a stout profile.

Natalie laughed, and said, "Yeah, that and he's got a dick as big as an elephant's truck." Her hand gestures indicated something else entirely.

"Really?" Siena asked.

Nat nodded as the call went through.

"Like father, like son," Siena said. We all turned to stare at her. "I guess..."

"Later!" Nat whispered at her. On the phone she was a different person; radiantly cheerful, sensual and obviously interested in the person she was talking to. "Hello Jumbo. Yes, it's Nat. I'm fine, but Joshua is having some trouble that I think you might be able to help with. No, you don't have to kill anybody. God! What are you up to this evening? Yeah, sure..." 

She put her hand over the mouthpiece, and said, "He's checking his calendar." She made the hand gestures at Siena again and mouthed the word "really." Her smile lit up the room. 

"You can? Great! Yeah, I'm over here right now. What? Of course I'll wait for you. I want to see you! When can you get here? Don't speed; I know how you can get. You don't need any more tickets. Okay, in an hour, then. Yes." Pause. "Yes." Pause. " Yes, and I've missed you too. See you in an hour."

I stood up a little shakily, and adjusted my pants. I said, "First order of business, open a window, we don't want to give the wrong impression. First time meeting Heidi, and well, he hasn't seen Mom since he was just Little Dickie."

"And now apparently he's grown up into being big Dickie?" Siena said with a big laugh. "And I don't know that the aroma is the wrong impression of what goes on around here. I mean..."

Nat shook her head and said "Just open a goddam window, Mom. OK? Though, she does bring up a good point. How much do we tell him about our... domestic arrangements?"

I sighed and said, "Everything. If you really want him, Nat, he's got to know what he's letting himself in for. I have a question, Nat."

"Shoot," she said.

"That little seduction scene that you put Heidi up to, with the "Daddy" stuff?"

"What about it?"

"Are you and Jumbo 'Daddy' and 'Baby'?" 

"No," Natalie said, "we're 'Daddy' and 'Mommy'. I suppose that's where the trouble really started every time. But now, I think we'll be all right." She brooded over her thoughts for a moment, and then shook herself. "Now we need to get dressed, and you two messy people need a shower."




The Mother I Never Knew (AU)



Heidi's faced lit up with a mischievous grin. 

Natalie continued "I strongly suggest separate showers, or you'll be falling asleep during negotiations."

"Spoilsport," Heidi grumbled.

"All right, troops," I said in Marine voice "We've got less than an hour, move out!"

###

II. Drama Royalty

I was in the shower off the master bedroom; while Natalie had taken Heidi down the hallway to the main bath where she kept her toiletries, and god only knows what else it is women fill the bathroom with that we lesser mortals will never understand. Before the door closed I hear them talking about creams, shampoos and lotions. It really made them sound as though they really were sisters. 

Good Lord, I was going to miss Nat! 

With some effort, I shrugged it off. Suck it up, sailor. Get your ass in that shower. It took a while for the water to reach the temperature, and I crank it a little hotter to help soothe my muscles. I had fucked so hard, and come so hard that my lower back ached. I rubbed my fists above my kidneys to relieve some of the tension. I closed my eyes and let the hot water do its work. The shower stall door slid open, and I felt a tentative touch on my back.

"Heidi, honey," I said with a laugh, "we can't play now. We need to get ready..."

I felt a kiss on my cheek, and Siena said, "Heidi's in the other shower, baby." 

I turned around and looked at my incredibly hot, incredibly aroused mother. For a second, no words were spoken. Then she reached up to pull my face down to hers, and no words were necessary. I started to say something, but she shushed me, and kissed her way down my chest until she was on her knees in front of me, licking and sucking my cocking like she was starving for it. Maybe it was the surprise that was so powerfully arousing, or maybe I wasn't as tired as I thought. Whatever the case, in a very short while in her mouth, I was rock hard again. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was in pure ecstasy. It was wonderful watching her bob her head, taking me all the way down to the root. Her hot breath shot out where her nose met my stomach. 

But we didn't have time for this... 

I pulled her off my cock and stood her up. She looked hurt and disappointed, until I kissed her hard, then spun her around to face the wall. I used my weight to pin her there for a moment, while she struggled, trying to regain control of the situation. 

"Joshua, I can't move."

I smacked her ass, hard enough to make her flinch. "You'll be moving soon enough, you crazy bitch!" I kicked her legs apart, and entered her from behind. I plunged into her with one vicious stroke. Had her pussy not been so wet and ready it would have been painful. As it was, she cried out in surprise. I drew her ass back from the wall so that she had to walk her hands down the tile struggling to maintain her balance. She was bent over and waiting for me to move my cock out and into her waiting juicy hole.

"Do you like this, Mommy?" I said in a harsh growl. I withdrew and fucked back into her hard enough to upset her footing. Grabbing her huge, beautiful meaty ass with both hands, and rammed into her again. "Is this what Mommy wants?"

"Yes!" she screamed. She fucked herself backwards onto me, slowly at first, then stronger and stronger until I was the one who had to worry about my footing. I reached over and stopped the water and realized she was crying. She sobbed and moaned, very differently than her usual sounds of passion. 

I was worried, and asked, "Are you okay?"

No answer, only louder sobbing.

"Seriously, Mom, are you all right? Do we need to stop?"

She shrieked at me, "Don't you dare stop, you motherfucker! Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"

I reset my feet and gave it to her hard and fast for the next few minutes, then pulled her to a standing position, and fucked her as hard as I could, while pulling her arms behind her. 

"Just like that!" she sobbed. "JUST. LIKE. THAT!!" 

She moaned in time with the strokes into her. After a minute she said through gritted teeth, "That's right, give Mommy what she needs! Fuck me like you love me. Fuck me like you're not leaving..." And then she really started crying so hard that it was impossible to continue.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one who was going to miss Natalie. 

"Siena," I said, "if you want me to fuck you like I love you, you're going to have to turn around and face me." 

She nodded and we disengaged. I turned her to face me, and kissed her eyebrows, her eyelids and slowly down her cheeks. By the time I reached her lips, she had stopped shaking though still crying and kissed me. She was tentative at first, but I was having none of that. I gave her a passionate kiss that opened and then closed her eyes, and she melted into my arms. 

She giggled as she bumped into my hardness. "I-sniff- don't know how to tell you this," she said through the tears, "but --sniff, there's something that keeps poking me."

"Oh," I said and kissed her gently, "it's probably just something that's out of place." I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Do you have a place to put it?"

"Hell, yeah!" she said, and pushed the pile of folded towels to the floor. "Did you like what Heidi said...Daddy?"

From deep in my throat came an angry growl, as I picked her big, beautiful ass and put it on the sink. "Are you trying to seduce and manipulate me, with that 'Daddy' shit?" I slammed into her hot cunt, and fucked her, while ravaging first one hard nipple and then the other back and forth. She held on to me for dear life, locking her legs around my lower back.

"Oh, Daddy," she said hotly, "you are the most easily seduced and most difficult to manipulate man I ever met."

I was ramming her harder than was probably safe, considering her precarious perch, but I didn't give a shit. "You want it Mommy?"

"Yes," she gasped.

"Ready for it?"

"FUCK YES! Cream me, Daddy! Give Mommy the big load you've saving up all night!"

In truth, I hadn't saved anything, but one more surprise was in store. 

Siena shrieked as I pumped at least as much cum into her as I had on the couch, though with nowhere near the intensity in my head, or I would have fallen over.

Still really good one, though.

The bathroom door opened and a bathrobe-clad Heidi rushed in, eyes wide. She took the scene in and a sly smile spread across her lips. "Have you been a bad Mommy?"

Siena weakly squeaked out "Uh-huh."

"Distracting and tiring out Joshua, like that," she said with a pout. "You should get a good spanking."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm getting back in that shower," I said. "You two can work out the rest of this, and join us downstairs in short order. You got that? Short order!"

They both jumped a little, and said "Yes Daddy!" and giggled like school girls, which was kind of disconcerting in a hardened felon like Siena. I had about 5 minutes to shower and dress, and I made it back downstairs before Jumbo showed up.

Natalie was in the dining room arranging piles of papers on the table. She was dressed in a dark business suit, which I hoped would set the tone for the meeting. But you never knew with these two. 

Thank God, Natalie had made some coffee! I grabbed a mug added too much sugar and not enough milk and chugged some down. 

The doorbell rang and I waved her over to go get it, which was a waste of effort, because she wouldn't have missed the big entrance if I had tied her to the chair. Siena and Heidi, both dressed in the suits I had bought them, slipped into seats at the table as Natalie left.

Jumbo entered, filling the doorway like the well-dressed behemoth that he was. Heidi made a little frightened noise and tried to hide behind me. Siena just stared in disbelief that this was the same little boy she had fixed in fond memory.

All six-foot six inches and 330 pounds of him was still dressed for work, in his "successful lawyer" suit that must have cost several grand, and looked it. Jumbo carried a dozen red roses in one massive hand, and a box of cigars in the other. This had significance, well, everything these two did together had theatrical significance, but I couldn't place the reference. His deep soothing voice responded warmly as Natalie made introductions. But there the impression of refinement started to falter. His face was covered with the scars, the remnants of over a decade of amateur Boxing matches. His charming little hook nose that Siena remembered had been broken at least four times that I knew of, and looked like it had been put on his face by accident. When someone is your friend, you get used to how they look, and forget the kind of first impression they can make. Heidi and Siena's reaction were not unreasonable.

Siena said, "He looks like a Mob boss."

Heidi whispered, "Or a hit man."

I said to Heidi, "He only looks scary. I've never seen a man laugh so easily, or cry so easily, for that matter, in all my life."

Heidi slowly came out from behind and extended a hand to shake. "GOOD FOR HER," I thought. He was talking about traffic on the way over here, and Natalie picked up the cue.

The show was about to start.

Natalie asked, "Where have you come from?" 

Jumbo answered, "From the other side of time, to find you."

Their script was "Thief of Baghdad", I knew it because it was Nat's favorite. It meant they were in synch for romance, not business. Well, I knew it would be like this when I told her to make the call. At least they weren't finishing each other's sentences, yet.

Natalie said, "How long have you been searching?"

Jumbo answered, "Since time began."

Natalie asked, "Now that you've found me, how long will you stay?"

Jumbo said with great passion, "To the end of time. For me, there can be no more beauty in the world, than yours."

Natalie said, "For me, there can be no more pleasure in the world, than to please you."

The drama Queen had welcomed her King.

They went into a clinch, and Natalie kissed him with a passion that I had never seen her show with anyone else. The moment wore on, and Heidi got a little fidgety waiting for them to come up for air.

Siena asked, "Are they always like this?"

"Mom, this is just starting," I said, "and it's contagious. By the end of the evening, we will all be quoting movie lines. Don't say you don't remember any, being around them stimulates that part of your memory. It can be a lot of fun, but things can go bad very quickly with these two. Follow my lead."

I cleared my throat loudly to get their attention, and they broke out of it and realized there were other people in the room.

"Rich," I said, waving him to a seat at the table, "thank you for coming on such short notice."

"Anything for you, Josh," he said. 

"Anything for Nat, you mean," I thought, but did not say. What I did say was, "Natalie has prepared the documentation in front of you, and perhaps she is the best one to explain it."

"Sounds reasonable," he answered.

I let her take the lead, knowing that it be clearer and faster that way. I won't reproduce their conversation in this story, but suffice to say that in about 20 minutes, Natalie had briefed Jumbo on Heidi's medical history, the legal peril she was in and finally, our domestic arrangements. The further it went, the less Jumbo said, and the more notes he took on a big yellow legal pad that Nat had provided. 

He did not look happy.

"You realize, I'll have to independently verify as much of this as I can?" he said. 

"Understandable," I said. "But assuming everything pans out as we have it, can you help us?"

He thought for a moment, and hummed tunelessly in that deep bass voice of his. "Nat," he asked her, "what do you want to happen here?"

She said, "I want Heidi to no longer live in fear of the past, and be free to marry Joshua."

"I see," he continued, nodding. "What do want for you in that arrangement?"

"Meaning?" she asked.

"Do you intend to remain here, sleeping with her, and your brother and mother?"

She smiled and said, "Not slept Caesar."

It took him totally by surprise, and his hearty man's chuckle boomed out in peals of resonating laughter. 

Heidi whispered, "He laughs like Jabba the Hut, from Star Wars."

"Only when surprised," I whispered back. "The line is from a TV show; 'I, Claudius' and it implies sex, not sleep is what happens."

"Wow, they get a lot of mileage out of a few words."

"It's why they play this game," I said, "I've been watching them at it since we were kids, and I can only follow about half the references. But she also knows him, and that's more important than knowing a lot of quotes."

"Let me rephrase that," he said. He rapped his knuckles on the table, which I knew from years of playing poker with him meant he was very nervous. "What do I get out of this? I love Joshua like a brother, but I don't know his concubine. He may have been led astray."

I bristled at "concubine", and was about to say something, when Nat waved me off. "I vouch for her," she said. As to what's in it for you, my lord... I offer myself. That is, if you'll have me."

"You must really love her, or him, or both to prostitute yourself like this."

"It's not prostitution," Natalie said, "it's exogamy."

"What's exogamy?" Heidi asked.

"The custom of marrying outside the tribe, or family," Siena said. "She just proposed to him. She's implying that if our families are joined, our interests become his interests."

He pushed back from the table and stood up. "Have you changed your mind?"

She pushed back her chair as well, and quietly said, "Yes."

Jumbo smiled like a child at Christmas. "And your 'domestic arrangements' as you called them?"

She nodded to me and Siena. "Subject to your wishes, my lord."

Here it comes, I thought. Nat was breaking out the heavy artillery. 

She said with real tears in her eyes, "Can you forgive me, Rodrigo?"

It was the love scene from El Cid, their make-up sex movie. When they were in college they wore out two VCR tapes of it. I think that this was even the first movie they had sex while it was still playing. 

He was crying as well, as he said, "Jimena."

Natalie walked around the foot of the table towards him. "Would you take me with you?"

He stood and let her come to him, and said "But... now I... have nowhere to take you."

Natalie ran to him, and leaped into his arms. "As long as we are together," she cried out, "it will not be nowhere. I love you Rodrigo. I love you!"

She kissed him with intense passion, sighed and kissed him again. They held each other and sobbed for a few moments. 

"Wow," Heidi said. "That was really hot, but this is really weird."

"Wait," I said. "It gets weirder."

Jumbo said, "You know what you risk if you come with me, my love?"

Natalie smiled through her tears and replied, "Since my love is not a man like other men, my life with not be like other lives." She removed his jacket, and started unbuttoning his vest.

He stopped her, and held her wrists in front of them and kissed her hands.

Jumbo quietly said: "It's only now, only now that I know... how hard the road would have been without you."

Natalie reached up and drew his face closer, kissed him. She drew in a huge breath, and let loose a shuddering sigh.

"I think she just came," Heidi whispered.

They kissed again, and fondled each other, oblivious to anything or anyone else. She had gotten his vest off and was working on his shirt. Somewhere in here, her skirt had hit the floor with her jacket.

I heard a sob to my right and Siena was crying again. Had she not done so, I think Nat and Jumbo would have finished undressing and screwed right there on the dining room table. Jumbo reached across to the chair where Nat had put his vest. From its pocket he pulled out a ring, offering it to her. Natalie put it on without a word. 

He turned to me and said, "I'll take the case."

"I have GOT to see this movie," Heidi said.

He swept Natalie up in his arms as though he were carrying her across the threshold, and headed for the stairs. He turned slightly and said, "Give us few minutes."

Natalie shrieked with laughter. "When were we ever done in under an hour? We'll be a while, Joshua. Get comfortable."

"Nat," I said, "use the guest room, the bed's stronger. I don't think your little bed can take the strain you two would put it through."

Jumbo laughed like a sonic boom, and said, "You got it." They mounted the stairs like Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh in Gone with the Wind. All that was missing was the swelling music in the sound track. The guest room door slammed shut triumphantly.

"Why the guest room?" Mom asked.

"I put a hidden surveillance camera in there for the closed circuit security system."

"...And you want to watch!" Heidi said happily.

"Only fair," I said. "Mom and Natalie watched us."

"I'll make some popcorn," Mom said.

"Meet us in the living room..."

###

"So how did you get the closed circuit onto the big tv, instead of the little monitors?" Heidi asked.

"I slipped the guy that installed it fifty bucks," I said. "Though this isn't what I had in mind. I was going to turn that room into an office, and wanted to be able to record conversations."

Heidi smiled like a mischievous child. "You mean there's sound, too?"

"Yep."

Heidi ran to the kitchen, saying, "Siena, never mind the butter! Just get your ass out here with the popcorn now! The show's already started."

The two lush ladies ran back with tits bouncing and threw themselves on either side of me on the sofa. Popcorn spilled into my lap and Heidi stroked my cock while she was retrieving a handful. Siena saw this and followed suit. Amazingly, I was starting to get hard again. 

Heidi said, "Is Daddy gonna spank us for being bad?"

"Yes, Daddy," Siena said. "Spank us!"

I shushed them and said "Later." I clicked the remote to raise the tv sound level as the picture came in view. 

They hadn't started yet, even though they were both totally nude by now. Natalie was sitting in the wooden chair by the nightstand, and Jumbo was behind her, rubbing her shoulders. Here was a more private performance, and I had never seen this part of their show.

"Has Mommy had a hard day?" Jumbo asked in a low rumble.

"Oh, yes!" Natalie nodded her head fiercely. "That feels so good, Daddy. Go up the neck to the base of my skull."

"What was so hard about it? Hmmm?" He rubbed the nape of her neck and she moaned in sensuous abandon. Natalie's eyes were closed and her face had an expression of beatific bliss.

"Every day without Daddy is a hard day for Mommy!" Natalie burst into tears again. My GOD, these two cried a lot. She grabbed his hands and kissed them. "Oh, that was my entire fault. I am so sorry, Daddy!"

He came around to the front of the chair and hugged her and kissed her. "Two to Tango, dear."

"Gracious as ever," she said. She wrapped her arms around his thighs and buried her face in his furry tummy. 

He lifted her chin, and said, "Hast though lain the shades of Clytemnestra and Medea?"

"Most thoroughly conquered, with the help of Boadicea in the flesh," she said. 

"What does that mean?" Heidi asked. Who are all those people?" 

Natalie nuzzled against Jumbo, and brought her hands up the sides of his legs to grab his butt. She licked downward from his belly button to his groin. She wasn't going to be saying much of anything for a bit.

"To lay a shade means to stop a ghost from haunting you. Laying it to rest," I said. "Clytemnestra and Medea are women from Greek mythology who killed their families. He's asking if she's over her fear of having children."

"Clytemnestra, I can see," Mom said. "She killed her rat of a husband, but Medea is a bit harsh. I never did anything but try to protect my children."

"Fears are not reality, Mom. And did you hear what she called you? 'Boadicea'"




The Mother I Never Knew (AU)



"Who's Boadicea?" Heidi asked, snuggling into me.

"A queen of ancient Britain, who raised an army that nearly drove the Romans out, and slaughtered half their colonists, after her daughters were raped by Roman soldiers."

"Wow," Heidi said. "I feel really dumb. It's like they're speaking in poetry."

"They are, baby. They are..."

On screen Natalie, still seated in the chair, now was licking Jumbo's immense cock to hardness, as he stood in front of her. She needed both hands to hold it.

"Like father, like son," Mom said again. "Maybe even bigger..."

Natalie licked up Jumbo's huge cock from the base to the tip, and put the oversized head in her mouth. One hand massaged his balls while the other reached around to hold his tree trunk of a leg. "Too bad there's no zoom on this camera," Mom said.

"Mommy knows what Daddy likes, doesn't she?" Jumbo moaned. 

Then she stopped. Her face showed struggle with some inner turmoil.

"What's the matter, love?" he asked. "Are you all right?"

"We've been 'playing house' for so long, and don't get me wrong, I love it... and you. It's just that I didn't have a real 'Mommy' to compare myself to..."

"I thought you liked her," Jumbo said. 

"I do, Jumbo, I do. But the reality of Mom makes it hard for me to think of myself as "Mommy", is that silly?"

He stroked her hair and pulled her up off the chair to kiss him. As he sat her on the bed, for a moment I thought the rest of this scene would be played without dialog. But the he said, "A little silly, perhaps, but nothing we can't get over. A girl grows into motherhood and becomes Mommy. Now that you've grown-up your 'Mommy' will be 'Grandma'. It's the natural order of things."

Natalie hooted with laughter. "Grandma???" She laughed hard enough to get his booming laugh going, which we could hear down the stairs from the guest room. "Grandma! Oh, she's going to love that one... I don't want be in the same room when you call her that for the first time!" She kissed him deeply and worked his way down his chest across his fuzzy belly to reclaim his stiffening member. She said with a smile that you could hear, even if you couldn't see it, "Oh, yes. Mommy knows what Daddy likes..." 

Natalie was right. Mom was furious. "That son of a bitch! That fat, ugly son of a bitch! I swear I'll kick his balls so hard, they'll come out his fucking EARS!"

"Calm down," I said. "They don't know we're watching."

She was still hopping mad, and sounding like her prison-bitch enforcer persona. "Grandmas are fucking OLD! They bake fucking cookies, dammit! I am not fucking OLD!"

I took her by the shoulders and turned her away from the screen. "Hey," I said. "No one will ever mistake you for a conventional Grandmother. You are sitting here naked, with your son and his girlfriend, watching your daughter get it on with her fiancée. That's pretty wild, even for us. "

She was still seething, as on-screen, Natalie tried to get as much his enormous cock into her mouth, while jerking him off with both hands. I leaned over and whispered into Heidi's ear, "Go show Siena that she's not old." 

Heidi smiled like a cat that finished the cream from a saucer. She slid off the couch and crept up on Mom who was staring at the screen, muttering curses. "And now he's fucking my daughter, right in my own house. Where does he get off calling me old, that fucking asshole???"

Heidi popped between Mom's legs, and said "Peek-a-boo!" 

Mom was startled, it was usually very hard to sneak up on her. It had broken the spell of rage. She laughed and said, "What have we here?"

Heidi leaned forward and, licked Mom's pussy, and spent a little extra time on her clit. "I don't think you're old, Siena. This tastes very fresh to me...."

With that, Mom held her head into her crotch, and moaned. Whether it was from the switch in powerful emotions, or Heidi's incredible oral talents, Siena got off faster than I would have thought possible in a shaking, thundering orgasm. 

Heidi licked her lips, and said, "Feeling better now... Mommy?" 

Mom pulled her up onto the couch and kissed her, stroking her white hair and hugging her without a word.

On screen Jumbo was announcing that he was about to come. Natalie looked up into his eyes and removing her mouth said, "Give it to me, Daddy! Fill my mouth with your love!" exactly as Heidi had said to me after dinner. 

Works for me, I thought, and it worked for Jumbo, as well. He gave her all he had, and her cheeks bulged with the results. Natalie played the rest of that scene licking cum up, and thanking him. But instead of sliding under him for a missionary position, as Heidi had done with me, she lay back and Jumbo went down on her. Again, because there was no zoom, we couldn't see any details of his oral efforts, but they seemed to be incredibly effective. 

"He must be very good," I said. "That was what, three in a row?"

Heidi said, "You can't tell from her response."

"You can't? She's obviously enjoying herself."

"I think she's enjoying him," Heidi said thoughtfully. "He loves her, and she knows it. Of course she's going to go off like a rocket. They've been reunited after a long separation, and both their heads are filled with fairy tales. Besides, with something that big, they've probably learned a long time ago that she has to be really ready or the sex would be painful."

"Yes," Mom said. "Like father..."

"Mom, you keep saying that," I said. "But I know what happened with my father..."

She scooted down the couch and threw her arms around me. "Oh Joshua, you are TEN TIMES the man your father was. You have all of his strength, and none of his cruelty! Where he never missed an opportunity to degrade and tear down, you never miss one to encourage and build up. It is impossible to describe to you how much better a man you are. You are the improved model."

"Don't start crying Mom, you'll set Heidi off, and we might all drown."

"Seven!" Heidi said, staring at the screen, "I think they're ready to start making those babies..."

No matter how l turned up the volume I could not hear what they were murmuring to each other as Jumbo mounted the bed and mounted Natalie. He took his time and she seemed to enjoy this process as much as having her pussy eaten. I think she came again once he was finally in all the way. Eyes closed, she put up her hand to bring him close and stop him from moving, as if to savor the moment of being so full of the man she loved. She kissed him and nodded, and kissed him again. He plunged into her slowly and gently, but with that much weight behind it, each thrust was driving her ass into the mattress.

"This is really beautiful," Heidi said. She got up from the other end of the couch and sat on the other side of me. Both my women held me in silence as we watched the lovemaking, real true love making on the TV screen. It was actually quite soothing, and I must have nodded off to sleep. 

I would like to have woken up with Heidi sucking my dick, but that usually happens in the morning, and I was only out for an hour, or so. I was actually awakened by the sound of activity in the kitchen and felt the warmth of Heidi's breath on my neck. She had fallen asleep on me not long after I had drifted off. When I moved to get up, she flung her arms around me and sleepily said "Don't go." Whether from the nearness of this goddess, or sheer hydraulics I was stiff. 

Morning wood at night, what a concept.

"Baby," I said softly, I've got to hit the head." 

Her eyes popped open and she asked, "Why do they call the bathroom the head?"

I honestly didn't know, other than to say, "That's what they call it in the Navy, honey. The marines are actually part of the Navy, you know."

"I didn't," she said. She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and said, "I love it when you educate me." She began to stroke and I laughed. "Head call first, baby." I stood up and she stood with me, hand still firmly around my hardness. 

She kissed me hotly on the mouth and said, "OK, let's go." 

If I didn't need to piss so badly, I'd have thrown her back on the couch, right then. As it was we staggered to the bathroom and she lifted the seat and held my cock while emptied my bladder. I started to lose some hardness, but she was having none of that. Heidi flipped the seat down with a clank, and sat down facing me. She licked her way up the underside and perch her pursed lip on the very tip of my cock, while she stroked the length with one hand and lightly massage my balls with the other. She pulled my hands up to her face and then moved them around to the back of her head. 

I took the hint and began face-fucking her, slowly at first then more forcefully as she grabbed my ass to increase the power of the thrusts. The warmth of her mouth and the strong pull of her throat muscles were doing their usual job on me. While she deep throated me, I let go of her head and reached down grab her diamond-hard nipples and gave them a strong pull. For a moment I thought someone had turned the shower, but it was just the sound of Heidi pissing while she sat on the toilet with my cock down her throat. She'd never done anything like that before, but we'd never done this on the toilet before, either. I moved one of her hands to her crotch and she rubbed her clit while she sucked me as if her life depended on it. Heidi was moaning and whimpering as she neared orgasm, and the vibrations in her throat were rapidly bringing me to climax, as well. 

"That's so good," I said. "So good! I'm going to come"

And she stopped and took me out of her mouth, grabbing my slick cock with the hand she had held on my ass. "Give it to me, Daddy," she pleaded, looking me right the eyes. "Give to me all over my face!!!"

Of course I did. She came loudly at the same time and I lifted her off the toilet, put her ass on the edge of the sink, and dove in to her dripping pussy, face-first. 

She screamed like a banshee, and shouted, "JESUS CHRIST! YES! FUCK! DADDY, YES!!! FUCK! FUCK, YES!" Her pussy was contracting and convulsing around my tongue. She was shivering and pushed my head away. "Please hold me, Joshua," she said, still shaking. "That was a really good one." I crushed her to my chest and kissed her come-covered face. "I must look a mess! Maybe we should shower before going back to the kitchen..."

From the doorway Siena said, "Bitch, if you do that, you'll never get out of here!" Apparently the noise had brought her attention. She yelled behind her. "I told you there was nothing to worry about! They're fine!" She turned to us and said, "Just rinse off your faces and put on robes. Romeo and Juliet have descended from their bower." She stopped short, laughed, and looked at me. "You were right. We're all in this stage production."

"Well we would be," I said, "if we could keep from 'going to the mattresses' all the time."

Heidi's face lit up. "I know that one! The Godfather, right?"

The Godfather. That was the reference that I had been trying to remember about the box of cigars. "Mom," I said, "go in the other room and see if there's a golden cigar-cutter in the box." 

She left and called back, "Yes!" 

The golden cigar cutter was the gift Michael Corleone gives to Olympia's father in Sicily when opening negotiations to marry her. Damn! They were still on the same track they had been for years, a series of pre-set scenes with all but the last detail to be played. That's what all those yes-es were, when Natalie was on the phone. Having the engagement ring in his fucking vest, wow! As if he had been carrying it in forlorn hopes since the break-up. I'll bet Natalie came just thinking about the one!

This had to stop. We needed clear heads, or everything was going to crash. I needed to change the script.

To be continued...



The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 01



*Do not mourn lost time; make the most of what you have left*

(Thanks to Desiree Fox and Talenwolf for their help)

(A little background) 

My name is Joshua Beverly. I'm a twenty-nine year old white architect living in the City. I've got sandy brown hair, brown eyes, weigh 210 and am 6' 2". I went to school near here but did four years in the Marines before coming back and going to college for my architecture degree. Due to my financial situation I was able to start my own little firm. I'm not making tons of money, but I keep busy and pay the bills. 

When my Dad was eighteen he had a fling with a sixteen year old foster kid, my Mom. He had his fun, dumped her and went back to his privileged life. The only problem was that she showed up at his doorstep pregnant. Dad freaked. Grandmother and Grandfather went ballistic. They made my Dad marry my Mom. They were social prominent but not the kind to abort a potential grandchild. Four years later they had a second child, my sister Natalie.

After that, my history gets fuzzy for reasons that will be obvious. A year after Natalie was born Mom caught my father and one his co-workers having sex and killed them both. She was found guilty of two counts of manslaughter and lost all parental rights to my grandparents. I never saw my mother again and my only history of my life with her was from my grandparents' perspective; not the most unbiased account of what happened.

Now I live in a Brownstone in the heart of the Old City; my grandparent's place. My Grandfather died five years ago and Grandmother's mental health went down rapidly and now lives in a hospice. I visit her once a week but she doesn't recognize me anymore. I had a girlfriend, Robin Turnery, until four months ago when we had serious commitment issues. Since then I've been alone and unsexed. Natalie is going for her doctorate at one of the local universities and we meet at least once a week as well. She's has no one serious in her life either. That's me in a nutshell.

(The Start)

I'm finishing up a project for a client in Osaka Japan when my phone rings with a number from MarWCF, whatever that is. 

"Hello?" I answer.

"This is Marymount Women's Correctional Facility," a voice responds. "Your conversation will be monitored."

"Um ... okay?" I say. Who the hell do I know in a women's prison?

"Joshua Beverly?" a female voice asks.

"Yes and you are?" I reply.

"Sienna Beverly," the woman tells me. It takes a microsecond for that name to register; Mom.

"Joshua?" the woman inquires after I haven't said anything for fifteen seconds. "Are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm here. I never thought to hear from you again. What do you want?" I respond.

"I want to know if you can come down to Marymount and talk to me. I have something I want to ask you," she requests. For twenty-four years this woman has been out of my life and now this.

In the end I can't forget that she's technically still my Mom.

"Sure; when do you want me to come down?" I answered. I could hear her sigh of relief.

"Tuesday around eleven," she informs me.

"See you then Sienna," I say before hanging up.

I phone my sister and tell her about the call. She got the same call and hung up. She advises me to not go; that if Mom hasn't bothered to contact us in over twenty years we'd be better off not talking to her now. She is going to want something and we have zero reason to give her it. I do remind her that she brought us into this world and we have no idea what our grandparents put her through. She sighs, gives up and wishes me luck.

(Tuesday)

I arrive at the prison and have a truly interesting time. The prison authorities tell me all kinds of fun things like 'don't get in fights with inmates' and 'always obey the guards', both of which sound like common sense to me. The search doesn't involve an anal probe and I'm thankful for that. I am surprised by the sheer number of male guards in a women's prison.

I admit to having a preconceive notion of what a mother should look like. In the wedding pictures I've seen (the grandparents didn't keep many of her pictures around) she's tall and willowy, with fine long red hair, green eyes and looking so young and full of hope. I haven't a clue about what I'm going to see.

I walk into the communal meeting room and see various female inmates in orange jumpsuits talking to family, lawyers, or friends. I scan around looking for who could possibly be my mother. I notice this one woman staring at me. She's got short cropped red hair, has a serious addiction to weightlifting and must weigh two hundred pounds. She's definitely a big girl and covers it up with some serious body art.

She's still staring at me; burning a hole straight through me in fact. She stands up and I meet the gaze of those green eyes. It is my Mom -- oh fuck! I notice she doesn't leave the table. By the rules she isn't allowed to. Twenty-five years in prison has made my Mom a hard bitch, but I'm not going to walk away having driven all this way to see her.

"Sienna," I say as I walk up. She keeps staring at me. "Sienna Beverly?"

"Oh God," she whispers, "You look just like your Father." A lot of people tell me that. I sit down opposite her and she follows suit.

"Fuck, you are so hot," Sienna tells me flat out. I'm flabbergasted. 

"You're my Mother," I gasp and she looks amused.

"I never stopped loving your Father," she chuckles. I guess that is her form of an apology. "All these years and I still remember him the way I did the first time we met."

"What about how he looked the night you killed him?" I accuse her.

"That was a long time ago," she tells me evenly. That is clearly a sore point.

"Okay, why am I here?" I ask. Sienna looks incredibly grim, even nervous.

"I need a favor," she admits. I wait for her to continue. "I'm coming up for parole in a week and it would really help my case if I had a home and job on the outside."

There, it was out in the open and she looks relieved to have said if not terribly confident. She has fierce eyes and her bodily language is that of a fighter.

"So you haven't contacted me in twenty five years and now you want to move in and have me get you a job?" I question her.

"Yes," she grunts. I'm looking for some clue but the woman has no softness to her. She's not begging me for any sympathy.

"Why me?" I question.

"I called Natalie but she wouldn't take my call. You two are all I have," she confesses.

"Okay," I tell her.

"Okay?' she arches an eyebrow.

"I'll show up for the parole meeting, give you a place to live and get you a job," I explain.

"Just like that," she stammers before she recovers her hard exterior.

"Yes. You are still my Mother and I'm your Son. I've got a room in the house you can use and I can give you a job as my book keeper until you can find something better," I promise her.

She clearly can't believe I'm real.

"What am I going to do Sienna? Leave you here because my grandparents hated you?" I continue.

"No ... thank you Joshua. You won't regret this," she says smiling for the first time. Even smiling she is still kind of scary. I stand up to leave and she does too. I realize she's coming round the table and sticking out her hand. I look at it, close with her and give her a hug. Her whole body tenses up but she manages to pat me on the back. 

Note: grabbing a tough prison bitch without her knowledge can be fatal. I realize this when I step back and note her hands are bunched up into fists and her body is poised to strike.

"Ah ... did I do something wrong?" I whisper.

"I don't get many hugs in here," she grins back.

"Well, I'll see you in a few days," I say. She nods and watches me walk off. When I leave the room a guard escorts me out.

"So, are you really Sienna Beverly's son?" he asks.

"Yes."

"I've never seen you up here before," he tells me.

"This is the first time I've talked to her in over twenty years," I reply.

"Do you realize she's a gang enforcer in here?" he laughs. "She's one evil bitch."

I look straight ahead without comment. No, I didn't realize my Mom beats the crap out of other women for some criminal organization. I'm feeling like a real idiot because I was thinking of my twenty-one year old housewife-Mother not a forty-five year old convict. I suddenly begin to wonder if my house safe and gun safe will be secure. Oh hell.

(Three weeks later)

I'm leaning on the hood of my Mercedes when Sienna comes out of the gate. She looks at me and my car and snorts in amusement.

"I could have taken the bus," she informs me. "I would have shown up, I promise."

"You can wait for the bus. I'm not going to take you by force and stuff you in the trunk," I taunt her. Sienna laughs.

"I'd like to see you try Kid," she chuckles. I take her bag, open her door and toss the luggage in the back seat. I'm standing there holding her door and she's staring at me.

"That's your grandparents alright; your Dad did stuff like that too -- holding doors for women," she notes. That doesn't stop her from getting in.

As I peel out of the parking lot I try to start up some conversation.

"We'll have to get you a driver's license," I begin.

"That would imply getting a car," she points out.

"You can borrow one of mine," I answer. She looks at me seriously. "I have a Land Rover too."

"Why do you have two cars?" she asks.

"I like to go into the great outdoors from time to time," I inform her.

"Oh," then after a minute, "I'd like to do that. I've never driven a car before. I've lived in the city all my life and your Father didn't think I needed one."

"Well, I'm not Dad and would you rather drive or take the Metro?" I tell her.

"Oh fuck, if given a chance I'll learn to drive," she grins.

"Do you have your GED?" I ask next.

"Yes, earned it years ago. I had plans back then," she admits.

"Like what?" I inquire. She doesn't answer for a minute, instead looking out the window and letting the breeze roll across her arm.

"I had hope that I could win an appeal, so I behaved, did all the right things, and kept my nose clean," she informs me.

"What happened?" I wonder.

"Ha," she smirks, "I exhausted my appeals and got slapped around a lot. I guess I decided that if I was going down for thirty years I had better get a survival strategy. I got big, toughened up and joined a gang."

"That's fucked up," I whistle.

"Don't judge me," she snaps.

"Sienna, you killed my Father. If anyone has the right to judge you it is me," I counter.

"You were a child when it happened. You don't know shit," she growls.

"I know you disappeared after that," I respond angrily. I could see her jaws clench and unclench.

"I tried damn it. I was banned from calling your Grandparents' house, I never got responses to any of the letters I wrote," she blasts me. "Pull over!" I give her a look and pull to the side of the road. Only when I have done so does it occur to me that Mom might attack me. I have been in the Marines but Mom is one tough looking woman.

Mom reaches around to her luggage and pulls out an envelope and hands it to me. I pull out a series of news articles; Natalie's and me with dates at our Debutante Balls, Natalie winning a science award and me winning the Bronze Star. There was even my Grandfather's death announcement amongst other tidbits of our lives.

"I never forgot you were my kids," she declares fiercely.

"Why didn't you contact me after Grandfather died?" I question.

"And do what; ask you to come down and spend a few hours with your convict Mom so that we both could feel worse afterwards," she tells me flatly. "Did you ever come looking for me?"

"Once in high school but Natalie betrayed me and Grandmother put an end to it," I shrug.

"Natalie," she murmurs. "Why?"

"She never got to know you at all Sienna. I at least had some memories of you reading to me and tucking me in at night. She had nothing," I say defending my Sister.

"She's a real bitch," she responds.

"Well, she's your daughter," I point out. That makes Sienna laugh.

"You've got me there."

The rest of the drive was in silence. Seems prison hasn't made her keen on small talk. As we pull up she looks up at the house.

"I hated this place," she scowls.

"It is the only house I have," I tell her. She grunts as she gets out of the car and takes out her bag. We walk up the steps; I unlock the door and fish a spare key out of my pocket.

"Here you go," I say as I toss it to her. She looks at it funny.

"Problem?"

"I've lived in a locked cell for the past twenty-four years, you prick. You can't appreciate what it is like to have a key to your own home," she states.

"Glad I could make you happy," I smile. I hand her a cell phone too which she pockets without comment.

She follows me into the house and up to the second level where I give her my old room. Mom coming home has finally forced me to move to the master bedroom. It has always been my grandparent's room until now. Still Mom looks pleased with what I've done. 

"Well damn ... I swear this bed is as big as my old cell," she sighs as she flops down on the queen-sized bed and bounces a bit. A whole lot of her bounces too.

"Where's my bathroom?" she asks. It is an old house so the news isn't great.

"Well, there isn't one on this floor, but you could use the half bath on the first floor or one of the two full baths on the third. There is a third full bath in the basement too," I relate.

"That's good to know," she shrugs. "So, are there any restrictions?"

"Huh?"

"Are there any things I can't do? Do I have a curfew, can I bring a date back here?" she asks.

"If you are going to be out late -- say past one, give me a call. If you bring a date home, you are responsible for them; otherwise, just the basics; no drugs, no ex-cons, no crime."

"Booze?" she inquires.

"No drinking and driving, but if you want to drink until you pass out; be my guest. Try to do it in bed though. I don't want to have to carry your ass up those stairs," I grin.

"So I can drag some piece of ass back here, get drunk and fuck it on the sofa and you are good with that?" she asks suggestively.

"Clean up after yourself," I warn her, "Most of this furniture is expensive."

Mom bounds up and shakes my hand. Her eyes keep roaming the room and she gets this almost misty-eyed quality. She surprised me by closing and grappling me in a massive bear hug. Damn she's got some huge breasts. When we break she looks away.

"How about we get something to eat?" I suggest. Sienna nods but waits until I walk for the door of her room to wipe her eyes. Downstairs in the kitchen we go through the leftovers I've acquired as well as my slim cupboards. Mom really puts away the food, attacking it with gusto and polishing off three servings before I've finished one. 

"So can you cook?" I ask Mom.

"Never did kitchen duty," she answers. "Besides, I didn't think you hired me on as some sort of domestic."

"Good enough," I concede.

"So, do we have any weights here? I need to keep working out," she tells me as she stands up, "Or all this will go to fat," she emphasizes her body.

"Oh, and here I thought you just ate fresh meat," I joke.

"I've done that too," she winks and I choke. There is something so disturbing about the thought of Mom going at it with some poor girl fresh to the prison system.

"How about we hit a movie?" I change the subject. Mom gives me the once over.

"Are you sure you want to be seen with me? I'm not your normal date material," she tells me.

"What do you think my normal date material is?" I challenge her.

"Tall, fair-haired, slender but with big tits, college educated and a good dancer," she guesses.

"You forgot the nice butt," I chuckle.

"Isn't that a given for every man?" Mom taunts me. I raise my hands in acceptance. 

Two hours later we are sitting in a theater and I can tell we've had our share of people staring at us. If they stare too long Sienna glares back. One group of guys has less sense than most. They are looking at Mom and snickering. I notice her putting a hand in her pocket.

"Mom, do you have a weapon?" I whisper to her.

"Yes," she calmly responds. "I took a knife from the kitchen."

"Holy Shit Mom," I gasp. "Why in the hell ..."

"Only punks go around without weapons," she explains.

"We'll talk about your parole violation when we get home," I threaten her. She smirks. I can tell this is going to be a wonderful relationship.

I survive the first day with my Mom sanity somewhat intact. I've gotten to bed without too much drama and left Mom watching TV because she has this overwhelming desire to stay up her first night out. I'm not sure whether nor not I'll be disappointed if she's gone in the morning. I shouldn't have been worried about that. I have other issues to deal with.

It is a little past two in the morning when I feel someone nudge me strongly.

"Move over," comes this voice reaching through my foggy mind. I roll over from my back to my side and someone gets into my bed with me. I'm now wide awake and looking over my shoulder. Mom has crawled into bed with me.

Now, she doesn't do it like she's about to jump my bones. She moves to the half of the king sized bed I've just vacated and flops down on her stomach. I roll over until I'm now on my side facing her but she doesn't respond.

"What the fuck Mom? You have your own bed," I remind her.

"I'm not used to sleeping alone," she mumbles. "Now stop being a baby and go to sleep." I'm like 'WTF?' This is wrong. I'm no five years old anymore so I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be sleeping with my Mother.

"Go to your bed Mom," I command.

"No," she grunts. Okay, I'm in boxers. Do I really want to get into a wrestling match with a woman twice my age? I'll be damned if I'm going to give up my own room. In the end I'm too damn tried to get into this tonight. I have a project to get to in the morning. I will deal with this shit then.

(The next morning)

I wake up and there is a warm presence next to me. My eyes pop open when I realize who it is; Mom. Mom is lying there, still on her stomach with her head turned toward me, eyes closed, with her closest arm folded beneath her. She has this confident smile on her face, undoubtedly having some kind of happy dream.

She's has on this white t-shirt that does nothing to hide her breast pushing out along the sides or the thickness of her waist. As if my nightmare wasn't disturbing enough, she's also has on these thin cotton panties covering her broad, meaty ass. I can tell it is a nice meaty ass because my hand is resting on half of it, fingers gently pressing into her cleft.

I try to gently pull my hand away but somehow I end up giving her magnificently shaped ass a good squeeze. Sienna moans and shifts her ass beneath my touch. This time I move my hand away successfully and roll onto my back. What the hell was that all about?

"Time to get up already?" Mom mumbles. I nearly jump out of my skin.

"Yes," I say cautiously. Mom groans and pushes herself up on all fours then yawns. I look at her somewhat amazed. Her breasts seem huge hanging pendulously down and her shirt has risen up so that I can barely make out the bottom of each tit. Her stomach has some flab to it but that's not a turn off and the way her spine curves down from her shoulders to her waist and then up to her broad hips before curving around to that ass.

"Good God Mom, put on a bra," I gripe as I look away.

"Ha," she laughs. "You've never seen tits before? Besides, I only have one bra and it's pretty ratty."

"No clothes -- got it. How about I finish up with my work and we got out around one this afternoon to get you some stuff," I suggest. 

I get out of bed clearly uncomfortable, sporting a flag pole and Mom can't stop chuckling at me for it. As if that wasn't bad enough, Mom enlightens me on a matter of family genetics and morning wood.




The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 01



"I see you're as big as you Father. Now that was some good dick," she murmurs.

"GOD DAMN IT MOM!" I shout. "Let's not talk about that ... ever again."

"You're not a sissy are you?" Mom yawns.

"Mom, I'm sure there are things Moms and Sons don't talk about and the size of their Father/Husband's penis is one of them," I explain. "Besides, I'm not a sissy!"

"Damn, you are sensitive," she sighs. "I'm telling you he was capable of doing what a man needs to do. What harm is there in that?"

"Let's try to not have this conversation," I respond. Mom shrugs and gets out of bed on her side. She goes her way and I go mine. Breakfast is a quiet affair and then we go to the room that is my office. I outline to Mom what she'll be doing -- balancing accounts and calling people who owe me and reminding them to pay as agreed. I remind Mom that threats of physical violence are not appropriate.

I get to work and I'm surprised that Mom is actually good at this whole client thing. She has the nicest way of insinuating that she's going to rip out their balls through their mouth without using words to that effect. After a few hours I show her how to get on line and order us some gym equipment.

My first lesson in lingerie hunting is that Victoria Secrets does not cater to large women. It is also pretty clear that while the ladies working there don't mind me hanging around and smiling at them; they don't think much of my Mom. Mom does get her revenge when I'm making time with this brunette junior from Devoir College who is chatting me up and giving me a deep view of her B-cup bra enhanced cleavage.

The girl is intrigued by my career as well as the places I've been. Devoir is an old school; she recognizes my family name as Old Money and me as unmarried.

"It's not going to happen, honey," Mom smirks, "your tits are too small and his bank account is too deep."

The girl glares at Mom which is like a housecat trying to stare down a lioness. I elect to get us out of there before Mom decides to teach little Miss College a lesson. We try a specialty shop next; a nice place near the river that sits nestled among other niche boutiques and eateries. By the look of the girl behind the counter we are the first clients she's had today. 

She perks up and beams a smile at both of us.

"Hello!" she chirps, "Welcome to Helena's; what can I help you with today?" We walk up to her and I notice her name tag reads 'Heidi'. She's about average height with pale skin, hair dyed white with a teardrop face and hypnotic grey eyes. Her hips and waist are narrow but her breasts are quite nice, round and full.

She looks very attractive with a powder blue mid-thigh skirt and matching jacket. Her blouse is see-through and heightens the allure of her white strapless bra. She tops this off with a thin black tie, a turquoise pendant and belt that looks like it is made of silver dollars.

"Hi Heidi, my Mother needs some new ... stuff. Can you help?" I ask.

"Sure," Heidi answers, "what are your sizes?" Mom seems to be sizing her up too.

"I'm not sure. I've been in prison for the past twenty-four years," Mom says evenly. Heidi doesn't miss a beat.

"Oh, what were you in for?" she keeps smiling.

"I murdered two people; my husband and his cheating whore of a girlfriend," Mom declares evilly. Heidi keeps on smiling like the dedicated sales professional she seems to be. Instead of being intimidated, Heidi remains friendly and cool, coming around the counter with a tape measure.

"Raise your arms please," Heidi keeps going cheerfully. I notice she has a slender ankles plus long shapely legs that go on forever. "What's your name?" she asks Mom.

"Sienna Beverly," Mom replies. She raises her arms and looks somewhat amused when Heidi has to wrap the tape measure first around her chest line and then her bosom.

Mom's nipples become aroused by the contact and Heidi notices and giggles. Sienna rolls her eyes and I decide to look elsewhere for a while.

"You are a 44 FF, though anything over a DD varies from manufacturer to manufacturer," Heidi informs her. "Let's go see what we can find for you."

Heidi starts leading Mom around showing very cuts and styles and it doesn't take a brain surgeon to realize she's steering Sienna to some highly sexual designs while ignoring the plain and unflattering ones. I wander around, keeping out of their way and looking at the merchandise. Wow, this plus-size stuff is expensive.

"I have more items in the back if you are interested," Heidi informs Sienna.

"Sure thing," Sienna replies aggressively and the two head back behind the curtains with Heidi still doing her sales pitch along the way.

I'm still wondering how working women afford this stuff when I realize that I don't hear Mom and Heidi talking anymore. 

I wait another minute and still nothing so fearing the worst I move to the curtain and look through. I hear some muffled moaning and I start to freak out. What the hell has Mom done? I move into the back storage area and track the sounds to an office. The door is halfway open, but I stop myself from charging in because of what I see.

Heidi is lying on a desk, her shirt torn open and her bra unclasped so that she can vigorously play with her own nipples that are slippery with what I assume is saliva. Heidi's skirt is pushed up around her waist and I see her panties lay in tatters on the ground. There seem to be two bras folded up and stuffed in her mouth to keep her screams to a minimum.

Mom kneeling between Heidi's thighs, her head in Heidi's crotch and with the way she's moving her neck and jaw, she's giving the salesgirl one hell of a workout. She has two fingers inside Heidi's twat as well, pumping furiously. Heidi has her legs propped up on Sienna's strong upper arms and, man oh man, are those legs trembling. I decide this is the moment for me to take a step back.

I'm debating leaving them to their privacy when Heidi lets out such a soul-curdling scream that even the lingerie stuffed in her mouth can't contain. When Heidi finishes screaming Mom pulls Heidi's skirt down so she can wipe her face with it before flipping Heidi over and spanking her ass once. Heidi moans something which causes Mom to chuckle darkly and flip Heidi over onto her back again.

Sienna pulls the bras from Heidi's mouth as she leans over the younger woman's sweat-glazed body.

"Happy, you little freak?" Mom taunts her. Heidi nods weakly. The worn out shopkeeper flails her arms around.

"Everything half off," she mumbles.

"Now get up and pull yourself together," Mom orders her. She even helps Heidi sit up but otherwise stands back and watches Heidi gather her clothes and senses with shaky hands. Her underwear is a total loss so Heidi straightens herself out a much as possible and returns with Sienna to the main floor. I've already opted to beat a stealthy exit ahead of them.

Mom comes out as if nothing has happened but Heidi looks blissfully dazed. Sienna comes around the counter and puts down multiple matching sets of bras and panties. Heidi goes to the register and starts ringing up the sales. Even half off it isn't cheap but I'm smart enough to keep my mouth shut.

"Would you like to be on our mailing list?" Heidi beams innocently.

"Sure," I agree.

"If you'll just give me a bit of information I'll enter it into the computer and we'll let you know when our sales are," she says. I can't get over how cheerful this girl is. When we finally leave Mom turns to me and shakes her head.

"Leave that one alone Josh, she's a freak."

"What are you talking about?" I question.

"Suit yourself; you'll find out," Mom gloats. "Besides, you liked watching us do it so you are a bit of a freak too."

"Oh fuck," I moan.

"Don't worry about it," she teases. "It was no weirder than you grabbing my ass this morning."

"Ah ... sorry about that," I mumble.

"Josh, that's the first time in twenty years a man's grabbed my ass and I didn't want to kill them for it. Had it bothered me, I'd have broken your arm," she assures me.

Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better. I can't see how grabbing my Mom's ass could be a good thing.

"Now let's find a sex shop," Mom tells me with a slap on the back. Seeing the mixture of horror and confusion on my face she explains. "If I they won't let me have something as small as a plastic spoon, how in the hell am I going to get something as big as a dildo past bed check?"

"I think we are back to Too Much Information, Mom," I sigh. Sienna laughs and begins to regale me with all the different kinds she has dreamed about getting from the classic Steely Dan to a double dildo with independent rotating heads. To add to her amusement she talks to me in a loud voice as we walk down the crowded sidewalk.

(Evening)

Now, I'm by no means poor, but I try to live within a monthly budget so that at the end of each year my net worth goes up, not down. By the time I get Mom home from shopping for pants, shirts, socks, lingerie, household stuff, luggage and 'toys', plus stopping by two tattoo parlors (for consultations) I'm beat and am looking at penny pinching for the rest of the month.

We've stopped by a German Eatery on the way home and are sitting in the basement watching TV when the phone rings.

"Hello," I say.

"Hey Joshua, this is Heidi from Helena's. I was wondering if you wanted to do anything tonight." I have to admit I stare at the phone for five seconds.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask cautiously. Mom looks my way. I'm thinking of a polite way tell her 'no'.

"Oh we can talk about it when I come over," she responds gleefully -- gleeful about what I don't know.

"Wait," then the phone goes dead. "Huh?"

"What is it?" Mom inquires.

"That was Heidi. She thinks she's coming ..." and the doorbell rings. WTF; does this girl have teleportation? I take the stairs two at a time and head to the front door. Sure enough, there stands Heidi ... with an overnight bag.

"Hi!" she bubbles.

"Were you on the damn doorstep when you called?" I ask her.

"No," she proclaims cheerfully, "I was sitting in the cab. It occurred to me at the last moment a cute couple like you two might have company already."

The conservative, rational, straight-arrow side of me tells me to shut the door. Shut it, lock it and make sure the cops know she's not welcome around here. There is also this compassionate guy inside of me who doesn't want to think about what this girl's eyes are going to look like if I slam that door in her face.

"Come on in," I tell her as I step aside. She leans up and kisses me on the lips as she comes in.

"You do this often?" I question her; "coming over to the homes of people you just met."

"Yes," she smiles, "but I'm looking for a steady relationship." Oh hell no! "So where is your Mother?"

"So you being here with me and my Mother doesn't disturb you?" I question.

"No," she grins. "I like strong women and you're cute." I give up on trying making my point on incest to her. "So where do you want to do it and when is she going to join in?"

"How about I get you a glass of wine or a beer first?" I offer. Her face lights up.

"Wow! That would be great," she answers then pauses, "Wait, I'll do whatever you want. You don't have to drug me." I don't know where to being with how fucked up that is.

I take Heidi with me to the kitchen get her a beer and lead her down to the basement. Mom takes one look at Heidi, puts down her own beer and lets out a labored sigh. Her look she sends my way says 'told you so'.

"Get over here and strip," Sienna growls to Heidi.

Sienna stands up and strips down while Heidi drops her bag, scampers over to Mom and starts peeling out of her clothes too. My words scolding Mom to take it easy with Heidi are stillborn on my lips. It is bizarrely and disturbingly erotic as Mom lifts and kneads each of Heidi's breasts in turn before she reaches out and slaps Heidi across the face.

"On your hands and knees you cunt," snaps Mom. Heidi can't seem to get to the floor fast enough. Mom sits back down on the sofa and hikes one leg so that the heel is resting on Heidi's back. She then grabs a fistful of white hair and rapidly forces Heidi's face into her hairy muff.

"Get at it," Mom commands. "You know what to do."

Heidi is giving Mom an enthusiastic pussy-licking by the smile on Mom's lips and the way her breasts are starting to heave. I look up from the action to see Mom staring at me with a wicked grin.

"Heidi," Mom says while winking at me, "do you want Josh to fuck you?" Heidi bobs her head.

"Heidi, tell Josh that you want his cock; tell him you need it really bad," Mom taunts the girl. Heidi turns her head around and twists her shoulders so she can look into my eyes. I can see her lips and nose as slick with Mom's juices and there is a desperate desire in her eyes.

"Josh, please fuck me, I need it so much. Fuck me as long and hard as you want," she pleads and if she's acting she should be on Broadway.

I'm not an idiot mind you, so I go over to Heidi's bag and fish around for the box of condoms -- she has three - boxes. She also has some lube and body oil so I take those as well. I leave the handcuffs, leather belt, and restraints as a reminder that I'm not really that sexually adventurous. By the time I set up behind Heidi, Sienna rockets through her first orgasm.

Mom shifts so that her thick thighs and calves are pulled closer to her chest while Heidi keeps lavishing attention to her cunt and clit. I pour some lube right beneath Heidi's tailbone and work it down between her cheeks liberally. I briefly touch her anus which causes Heidi to moan then I cup her pussy and rub my palm along her lips getting slick with her fluids. Heidi responds by pushing against my hand.

I strip out of my clothes as quickly as possible and put on a condom before I move behind Heidi and rest my cock along her ass crack. He moans deepen and she begins to wiggle her ass around trying to get me into one of her two holes. I'm not ready for that yet. I put more oil on each of my hands, lean over her body and take her breasts in hand, kneading and massaging them. As I rest my body on Heidi's back I am only inches away from Mom's thick sweaty thighs. I resist the desire to reach out and lick one because that would just be wrong.

As it is I think we've really got Heidi going. Mom is being rough and I'm stroking her breasts, stomach and pubic area bringing out a gentle reaction. By the time I reach back with one hand to slip into her wet warmth she actually pulls back her head and moans 'Yes'. Mom slaps her on the top of her head in response, getting Heidi to get back to her snatch but Heidi continues wiggling her hips and trying to trap more of my cock inside her.

With Heidi's backstory I'm not expecting Heidi's vagina to be tight as a glove, but she is pleasantly snug enhanced with liquid velvet comfort that is greater than expected; she good without being sloppy. It is strange to be with a woman whose body seems so comfortable with sex, perhaps too comfortable because she's really getting into this with total strangers.

I have to keep a hand between her ass and my crotch to stop Heidi from rushing my play. I like taunting her with short quick thrusts and slow withdrawals. Only when I'm all the way in do start more rigorous action. I bite into her shoulder, twist a nipple and when I find her clit I start flicking it. Heidi immediately starts shuddering and within seconds she erupts, shrieking into Sienna's pussy which sets Sienna off.

"Keep at it," Mom pants while grinning wickedly. While I'm not normally cruel I'm starting to get a feel for Heidi and what she's all about. I alternate between her clit, nipples, and spanking her ass for two more minutes before Heidi's cascading orgasm causes her to collapse. Her last spasm causes me to fill the condom with my seed. As she slumps to the ground I remove my condom and tie it off.

When I get up to throw the condom away Mom sits up and puts on her shirt. 

"Time for you to go," she spits at Heidi. She yanks up a handful of white hair until Heidi is on all fours. "Get your damn clothes you fucking loser." Heidi crawls over to her clothes, tears in her eyes and gathers them to her chest while Sienna gets her bag and hammers her with it.

"Oh fuck no!" I thunder as I rush toward Mom and Heidi; that is two too many insults. Mom gets in my way and I slam her back without even thinking about it. Suddenly Sienna and I are facing off, both panting with eyes narrowed and fists balled up. I'm naked and Mom's got a shirt on. Mom is looking for weakness and I'm looking for an excuse to beat her into the ground and I think she gets the message.

"Have it your way," Sienna concedes as she takes a step back and raises her hands. I back away and kneel by Heidi who is looking both afraid and confused. I heft her and her handful of stuff up, arms under the back of her knees and around her back. Heidi's eyes lock onto me as I pick her up, stand back up and head for the door. 

"You are coming with me," I tell her softly before Heidi sighs and rests her head on my shoulder and wraps her arms around my neck. In a way I'm surprised Mom doesn't make a sudden attack as I leave. I wouldn't put it past her. It must be the force of adrenaline that allows me to take Heidi all the way to the top floor and my bedroom.

I lay her down gently and I see a certain level of expectation in her face.

"I'm going to bed. You can join me or go back downstairs and see what you can get," I explain which doesn't get an immediate reaction. I shrug and head to the bathroom where a start by brushing my teeth. Heidi comes in and mimics me while occasionally steeling glances my way.

When we get back to bedroom I climb under the covers on my side and she does the same on hers. I cut the lights and relax for a few moments before I feel and hear Heidi move closer to me. I look that way and see her on her side looking down at me. I take a deep breath and consider the fact that this girl is a 'freak' as Mom says.

I extend out my arm along the pillow line past her. Heidi smiles; slides up against me and rests her head on my chest. I swear I hear her purring like a content pussy cat.

"You okay?" I whisper.

"This is the best night I've had in a long time Joshua. Normally I end up on the street or on the floor or tied and bound somewhere. This is nice," she snuggles in. 

I can hardly image what horrible fucking luck she's been having. Mom probably is right; Heidi willing runs into buzz saw relationships fulfilling some need I can't begin to fathom. I guess I have to satisfy myself with the belief that she wants some simple affection too. I lean in and kiss the top of her head. Heidi drapes a leg over mine and hugs me which is not a bad memory to fall asleep with.

(Early in the Morning)

The stirring in the bed rouses me and the sharp intake of breath brings me to full wakefulness. Mom has her arm around Heidi's head and hand in her hair as she presses Heidi's lips against her own. Heidi has twisted so she is facing Mom one arm trapped to her side and the other wrapped up with Sienna's as they reach down between their respective legs.

I stroke Heidi's hair, nuzzle her neck and nibble her ear. Her breath deepens and she moans with arousal which only increases as my hand roams over her arm and ribs to her closest breast. I pull back which seems to annoy her but all I do is get two of my fingers slick with saliva and put them back on the nipple where they belong.

She pushes her tush against my groin and my morning wood as I twist her nipple and pull it gently. As I do so my hand presses hard against one of Mom's breasts. For reasons I can't quite wrap my mind around I switch breasts, grabbing a handful of Mom's tit and rolling it over my fingers and palm. Mom lolls her head back and says "aaahhh".




The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 01



I do that for a few more moments before move in a different direction. I slip down Heidi's hip around her buttocks and to her pussy. Mom is already pushing two fingers into her vagina so I work in another. Heidi responds by raising her leg up to give us better access. We are not only driving deep into her we are swirling our fingers around touching all kinds of spots inside her.

Heidi is going off all over the place, vaginal muscles squeezing our fingers tightly and with painful pulses as her climax hits. Mom doesn't relent but I have other plans. I pull my fingers out and push my thumb in getting it good and soaked in her vaginal liquids. I go back in with two fingers plus now rub a finger against her anus. Poor Heidi doesn't have a prayer.

I really can't stand seeing, hearing, and feeling Heidi being overwhelmed so I recklessly decide to do something about that. Using Heidi's hands as a guide I push two fingers into Sienna's cunt. It is Mom's turn to jolt and squirm but Heidi's about to do me one step better. 

As I slip in, Heidi pushes Mom's thighs farther apart and propels a finger through Mom's sphincter.

"Fuck!" Mom screams. "Damn it!" If anything her screams make Heidi and I try even harder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Mom keeps panting with a grimace on her face but she isn't trying to stop us. 

Heidi wiggles down and latches onto one of Mom's engorged nipples and begins chewing on it which makes Mom scream and by that I mean she howls. The three of us fall apart with Mom on her back and Heidi half covering my prone form.

"Good morning," Heidi tells me sensually as she looks over her shoulder into my eyes. She provocatively pumps her hips against me. "Can I interest you in anything?"

We keep our eyes locked as a smile comes to my face and a gleam to my eyes. We kiss tentatively picking up intensity until she's purring like a kitten with her breasts in my hand.

"Oh come on," Mom groans, "fuck the bitch silly."

"Let me get a condom," Heidi giggles as she rubs her body all over me in the process of getting off the bed.

As I watch her sashay over to her bag I catch Mom staring at me with great interest.

"What's up?" I ask.

"You finger-fuck me until I scream and you ask me 'what's up'?" Mom smirks. I roll on my back and groan. What in the hell am I doing?

"I got carried away. It won't happen again," I try to say with as much confidence as I can muster. Mom taunts me by lifting up her a huge tit and licks the nipple. Oh Fuck!

"Whatever you say Josh," she snorts.

"Blow me," I grumble.

"Ha!"

Heidi crawls up on the bed toward me in a way best described as molten lust. Her hands push my thighs aside and she settles between with her lips even with my cockhead. She looks up at me with deeply innocent eyes.

"Can I have it? Please, can I have it?" she pleads as she gingerly reaches for my penis. I have to gulp. My first thought is say 'sure', but something else might be more appropriate.

"Come on Heidi, you are so damn good," I growl sexually, "and you know it." Heidi's eyes light up and she starts impaling her mouth on my cock.

"What a crock ..." Mom groans. Heidi doesn't seem to care and I give Mom a 'whatever' shrug. Heidi plays with my head lapping at it and nibbling along the edges. When I finally let a moan slip she smiles knowingly up at me and begins licking my shaft top to bottom, working her around the entire circumference. 

When she turns her attention to my balls my breathing increased. She licks, sucks, and lets each testicle play across her tongue while bathing my crotch in her breath. I finally have to edge up and stroke her hair and coax her lips up to the top once more.

"Mmmm ..." she sighs as she starts to take me in. Either super-hungry or simply trying to impress me, Heidi pushes up onto all fours hovering over my cock and looks up to me before lowering her mouth down and down until she takes me all in one single action.

All the while her throat muscles and tongue massage my entire length like no other woman I've ever met. Who cares if she's a freak or not, this is the best blowjob I've ever had; not a hint of a gag reflex. I start stroking and teasing her hair. Heidi's making a pleasant little gurgling noise when I see Mom stretch out next to Heidi and pushing her on her side.

I'm afraid that Mom might be pushing her out of the way but she starts lavishing attention on Heidi's breasts instead.

"Take it easy on her," I caution Mom because this feels so damn good. Sienna doesn't acknowledge me, but she also doesn't start abusing Heidi either.

Mom's rough hands dig soft furrows down Heidi's stomach to her clean-shaved pubic area. 

"This bitch is gushing," Mom jokes as she explores Heidi's cunt. Heidi responds by bobbing her head faster on my cock while thrusting her hips against Mom's hand. Between the slurping noise of my cock going in and out of my cock and the squishing of Mom's fingers in her cunt I feel my balls starting to tingle.

"Let's switch up," I suggest. Mom sits back on her haunches while I slip off the bed and turn Heidi around so that her ass rests on the edge of the bed. I hike her thighs up over my arms and aim my cock at the entrance of her pussy lips. Heidi grabs her thighs and pulls up to face me. We kiss, tongues playfully dancing together before she reaches down, rips the condom wrapper open and rolls the condom on.

"What do you want Heidi?" I whisper to her.

"I want you to fuck me Josh," she pants back.

"How do you want it?" I taunt her.

"Aaahhh ... I want it ... I want it hard Josh. I want it rough. Make me scream," she begs with a school girl's charm. What a freak; what a wonderful charming freak.

She lays back down as I rub up and down her slit with my cock for several seconds until Heidi starts to whimper. I let my head stick in the tip, hesitate, then slam my full length in. Heidi jumps off the bed and she cries out. I don't waste a second before pull out and slam in again and again. I push her legs forward and snake a hand down to her clit. As I start massaging her; Heidi mewls and whimpers some more.

"So fucking good," I tell Heidi as I lean over her. She responds by pulling up to me, breasts bobbing up and down as I pound her and she kisses me. She is so happy she's starting to cry. I twist and pinch her clit that gets those tear ducts going as her body slaps back down on the bed in ecstatic pain.

Mom comes around to Heidi's head grabbing a handful of hair from the top of her head and looking down at her.

"Get to work," Mom commands. Heidi nods vigorously, while Mom responds with a predatory sneer. Sienna straddles Heidi's face facing me her pendulous breasts swaying back and forth.

There was no doubting Heidi's enthusiasm as her fingers dig into Mom's hips squeezing her chunky flesh and pushing her head into Mom's cunt. Mom's red pubic hair contrasted brightly against Heidi's pale flesh while Mom rocks forward and our eyes meet. Those green orbs sparkling with lust and hunger and I find her body taunting me as we move ever closer.

Heidi screams beneath Mom's thighs and by Mom's reaction she must be clamping onto her pussy when she has her orgasm. I feel Heidi's fluids dripping down my balls and onto the floor.

"You bitch," Mom howls but that doesn't stop her from riding Heidi's face with greater intensity. "Fuck her harder," Mom urges me.

She grabs Heidi's breasts digging her fingers and dragging her nails up until they surround the nipples painfully. I reach between Heidi's thighs and begin teasing her anus with a finger. She surprises me by virtually grabbing my finger with her anal muscles and drawing me in. I hurriedly push another in a second then a third. Heidi loses it again ... then again.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it," I chant as I feel me reaching the cusp of my own orgasm. This has been fantastic sex and I'm looking forward to getting off. Mom has other plans; she pushes me back until I stumble out of Heidi.

"What the fuck?" I grunt. Mom replies by grabbing my cock, yanking off my rubber and pulling me forward by my hips.

As her mouth engulfs my cock my first instinct is to pull away in revulsion. The only problem is that it feels so damn good. I grab the hold of the short hairs on top of Mom's head at the same time she pumps the base of my cock. In the background I can hear Heidi still slurping lustfully away on Mom's pussy. This is way too much for me.

"UHHhhhh..." I grunt as I shoot off my first blast of semen into Mom's mouth. Mom gulps down continuously which is so erotically wrong. When my focus starts to return I recall Heidi and her interrupted surge of pleasure. While my Mom continues to work out the last of my seed I reach down and rub four fingers over Heidi clit and pussy. Heidi pushes up her hips rhythmically in response to my efforts.

Bowing to over-stimulation, Mom lets go of my cock and lowers her face to Heidi's thigh while moaning continuously. I lean down between Heidi's legs only inches from Mom's face and begin tonguing her clit. Heidi's thighs begin trembling and as I start to slip my tongue inside of her I can feel her muscle walls contracting.

With one last convulsion Heidi goes limp. Mom gets off Heidi's lips and reclines next to her which makes me shake my head with the host of perverse thoughts running through my mind. Mom reaches out and starts to stroke my cock.

"Mom," I groan in protest.

"Josh, I haven't had sex with man that didn't involve a nightstick shoved up my ass somewhere along the way in twenty four years," Sienna instructs, "so sue me if I like to look over a nice sexy man."

"Mom, your hand is on my cock. That's more than looking," I remind her.

"Hey I believe in interactive visual aids," Mom chuckles. As she starts to pull on my cock I pull away.

"Mom, slow down. I need to think about this -- you and I," I explain. Mom responds with a shrug.

"I'm going to take a shower," Mom leers at us both; shaking her hips and back off the bed and then shimmying her big ass into the bathroom.

Heidi starts moaning softly so I crawl up beside her and rest next to her body. She trembles as she pushes her body up against mine, nuzzling in and starting to murmur. Somewhere along the way she starts licking the sweat off my chest.

"Do you want to keep me?" she asks me softly. I look down at her as Mom cuts on the shower.

"You are a person not a pet," I relate to her. She looks up at me with those luminous grey eyes, open and trusting and vulnerable. Heidi either didn't hear me, or refuses to accept my response.

"How about we take it slow Heidi? You were fantastic last night ... and this morning, but I'm still getting over a nasty break-up and I just got my Mom out of prison so I don't want to layer on too many commitments."

Heidi keeps staring at me but I can see a dimming of the light in her eyes. She's heard all of this before no doubt. Somewhere along the line they stop taking her calls and cross the street to avoid her.

"So," I tell her as I stroke her hair, "what do you want to do tonight?"

She seems mildly confused.

"Well, Mom sort of dictated what we did last night so I figure it would only be fair for you to decide what to do tonight," I tell her.

"Seriously?" Heidi whispers. "Could you tie me up and spank me?" she asks excitedly.

"Okay, I was thinking dinner and a movie or a club," I suggest. I can hear Mom laughing at me for ignoring her warning about Heidi.

"I'd like that even if you want other people to use me," Heidi licks my left nipple.

"No, I want to keep you for myself for the first week or two," I blurt out. Her head looks up and studies me, so I give her a kiss on the lips.

"I'll go anywhere with you," she whispers, "even to a club if that's what you want."

"That is what I want to do with you, Heidi," I answer her. She goes back to kissing my chest with just a hint of tongue.

"I'll make you so happy," Heidi sighs, "just you wait and see."

Yep, I can hear Mom laughing her ass off right now.



The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 02



*The love of family is never lost; it is thrown away*

(This is NOT a tender story about a Son and Mother sexually reconnecting after years apart. This story is about the perception of sexuality, breaking through the walls we build up and a Man coming to grips with a side of himself he's never been forced to confront and the women who help him get there -- yes he will have sex with his mom eventually, so there.)

(To the 'friend' of Major Grey for pointing out what you do to get the Silver Star as well as the Bronze Star)

(Not too much later that morning)

*

I am drying myself next to my bed after Heidi and I have finished showering when Mom pops in. She slaps Heidi in her ass and flops on the bed. She has on some khaki shorts and a black tank top that reveals she is wearing a black, see-through bra we had bought from Heidi's store only yesterday. It is bad enough seeing it on hanger; to imagine my Mom's massive titties trying to burst out of the damn things is eerie.

"I'm wearing the matching panties too," Mom teases me, "though this thong is going to take some getting used to." Now I have this image of her huge, muscular ass cheeks choking the existence out of a piece of flimsy silky fabric stuck in my mind. I have to do something.

"Heidi, aren't you going to get dressed?" I change the subject.

"Do I have to?" she perks up to the point that he nipples bounce hypnotically before my eyes.

"Stay naked," Mom smirks at me, "but you have to bend over at the waist and touch your toes every ten seconds if you do." Heidi puts her back to me, bends over with the aid of wrapping her arms around her knees and bends over. Her hair cascades down to the floor while she looks between her open legs and smiles at me.

"Like this?" she giggles as I moan and shift my cock inside my jeans.

"No, you have to put some clothes on," I insist. Heidi pouts and stands back up.

"Damn," Mom bitches. She slides off the bed and walks over to Heidi, putting an arm on her shoulder. "Can I have a gun?"

"What!" I gasp. "No! Last time you had a gun bad things happened." Things like the death of my father/her husband.

"I'll trade you my bitch here," Mom offers me surprisingly eager and highly submissive Heidi, "and a pack of smokes."

"You can't trade me Heidi," I grumble. I want to say 'she's a human being' but I know that's going to fly like a lead balloon. "She's mine," I tell Mom. "Heidi, get over here." Mom and I match wills yet again before she winks and pushes the white haired nymph to me. Heidi stumbles slightly then rapidly shuffles to my side.

"Bad girl," I spank her ass hard enough to shake her. I have no idea where that came for and I'm rather horrified about it too. Heidi yips. I want to turn, comfort her and tell her I'm sorry but she is rubbing up against me like a happy little kitten before I can respond. Heidi looks up at me adoringly so she misses Mom's amused snort and mouthing 'freak' to me. 

"You will wear something," I insist to Heidi, "in this house. Understood?" Heidi nods vigorously and Mom waves us both off, washing her hands of the episode, and leaves. I quickly finish getting dressed and head downstairs as well. I am cooking up the group of us -- my suddenly expanded household -- when Heidi comes down dressed as well.

Or, I imagine, dressed in a Heidi-like fashion. She is wearing a black bustier with gossamer cups, black fishnet thigh high stockings and black ballet slippers. That's it -- nothing more. No panties, skirt, tunic or sarong. Her beautiful bald pussy is right there in the open screaming 'come get me'.

Mom looks up from the paper. I notice she is squinting. I'd seen it yesterday when she looked at the computer screen but I had other problems at the time.

"You told her to get dressed," Mom chuckles. "She got dressed so no bitching."

"That's dressed?" I stammer.

"Fine, I'll take care of it," Mom shrugs. She turns to Heidi who remains her normally upbeat self. "Is that dildo with the bumps on it a vibrator too?"

"Yes...Sienna," Heidi confirms. Mom motions Heidi forward and when she gets there, smacks Heidi's ass.

"Go get it damn it," Mom chuckles. Heidi gives a 'meep!' then skips off -- and I mean skips off like a little school girl -- to get her sex toy. I second later she runs back around the corner like hell itself was coming for her only to stop in front of me. I look past her before meeting her gaze.

"Yes?" I questioned

"Do you want me to go get the vibrator?" Heidi asks fearfully. Mom starts laughing.

"Okay -- yeah -- sure," I worry. Heidi seems terribly relieved. As she turns to leave, "Heidi, how old are you?"

"Would it make you happy if I told you I was eighteen?" giddy with whatever frightened her having evaporated away.

"Sure...I guess," Then, "wait, I gave you liquor," I pointed out.

"Oh, in that case I'm twenty-one," she beamed happiness my way. "Do you want me to say I'm older?"

"No...no," I sigh, "Let us stick with the lies we are using right now." Heidi skips off again, happy as a clam. Once she's safely bounding upstairs, Mom's chest heaves with mirth.

"Son, I tried to tell you -- she's a freak," Mom said with surprising patience. "She's got no home, or if she does, she's a squatter and that means no light or electricity. She stores her belongings somewhere no doubt."

"How do you know this?" I questioned.

"Eventually they get caught robbing a place, get strung out on drugs, or become prostitutes because they've got no one and nobody," Mom explains. "People like her get eaten alive once they get inside," I assumed 'inside' means prison. "Or on the outside, they end up disappearing because no one gives a fuck about them."

"Fuck Mom, what am I supposed to do?" I groan. Mom gave me a steely glare.

"You look like your Dad but you are not your Dad," Mom declares. "You served and you didn't have to; you served as a grunt when you could have been an officer, you were in combat when your Grandfather could have kept you safe and you dashed over open ground to save men in your unit while the rest kept to cover -- I read about how you won your Bronze Star, Joshua and I was and am very proud of you."

"Beverly men have served since the Spanish American War," I shrug. I had grown up seeing the pictures of those ancestors hanging around the house growing up. "Dad..."

"Your father would never have served in combat, Josh. I adored him, loved him but in the end, he wasn't the man he portrayed to the world," Mom says. 

"His last betrayal wasn't his first," she continues. "I tried to get your grandparents to see it but they wouldn't. If I divorced him I would have lost both of you...which happened anyway, I know. You and Natalie think being raised by your grandparents was rough? Being raised by your Father would have been worse."

We hear Heidi coming back downstairs.

"Maybe we can finish this conversation later," Mom sighs. "You need to clean out some of your closet and drawer space."

"Why?" I ask as Heidi comes in with the requested black vibrator. I stir the oatmeal a bit more though it's almost ready. 

"Why?" Heidi pipes up.

"Well, you could give the little freak her own room," Mom sneers as she motions for Heidi to come over. Heidi looks my way and I absently gave my consent.

"Own room?" Heidi bleats uncertainly.

"But," Mom slaps Heidi's thigh for the interruption, "she'll only be crawling into your bed every night anyway. She's a total whore that way, trust me." Heidi was looking rapidly back and forth desperately trying to gain clarity on the discussion.

"Yes?" I direct to Heidi.

"What are you two talking about?" she trembles.

"You are moving in," Mom beats me to the punch. "He is thinking about giving you your own room while I think it would be easier to move your stuff into his."

"I...oh," Heidi exhales, "You guys are playing with me," she grins weakly. "Not funny guys."

"No, I'm serious," I correct Heidi.

"Listen bitch," Mom rumbles. "Your ID isn't bad but it has your date of birth as 01-07-77, which would make you thirty-six. There is no way you are thirty-six. Is Heidi even your real name?"

"What are you going to do to me?" Heidi requests nervously.

"Well, I'm going to serve you breakfast, take you to work then get to work myself," I state calmly. "You should be more worried about the fact that you are holding a dildo that Mom wants to use on you right now."

Heidi still looks uncertain.

"Come here bitch," Mom motions her over. I want to know how I ended up here when all I wanted to do was show an ounce of kindness and compassion -- first to Mom and now Heidi. I give Heidi a nod telling her it is okay.

"Bend over the table," Mom directs Heidi. Heidi does so reluctantly while Mom toys with the device. It takes me a moment to realize Mom has never used such a thing before. It is thrumming and buzzing inside a minute and Heidi's behind wiggles in anticipation. Mom starts inserting it into Heidi's pussy.

"It's awful loose back here," Mom comments. "If I stick it in, can you keep it?"

"Yes," Heidi hiccups. "Yes, I can."

"Well, if you can keep it inside until breakfast is over you can stay with us ya freak," Mom offers. Heidi's head pops up my way, her eyes pleading.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, I think. I need to say something that translates over as positive to Heidi's way of thinking.

"As long as you are always available for sex," I add. I can't believe I just treated a woman that way. My grandfather is undoubtedly rolling in his grave.

"Okay," she smiles happily at me, "I can do that. Is there anything else I can do?"

"Yeah; there will be domestic stuff," I shrug. "Scrubbing my back in the shower, keeping me warm in bed at night, and getting me drinks and stuff while wearing what you have on now...or stuff like that."

That feel so lame and by the way Mom rolls her eyes, she thinks so too. Whatever Heidi thinks is lost with her head bobbing up and down repeatedly.

"I can do that," she gives a dazzling smile. She's still smiling when Mom rams the dildo all the way in and cuts it on.

"Hang on to it Whore," Mom commands. "Since Joshua is paying for you, you're a whore now and not a freak." Holy Hell, I'm now taking care of a second person, three if you count Grandmother. I dole out portions of oatmeal, reaching over a vibrant Heidi to place one on front of Mom and then putting another in front of Heidi.

Heidi's teeth are clenched tight and her eyes are shut in concentration. She sniffs when she smells the bowl and her stomach growls in hunger. I take my place at the table and start to eat. Ten seconds later I realized that Heidi isn't and can't feed herself so I will have to do it for her.

"Here you go," I tap her lips with the first spoonful. Heidi looks at me as if I've betrayed her. "Breakfast can't end until you've finished your bowl," I point out. The frown fades and she looks slightly embarrassed. When her mouth opens I stick the spoonful in and let her suck it off.

"Ram it in," Mom mumbles around her own mouthful of gruel. "She's deep-throated your meat and that's a pretty impressive feat."

"Stop it Mom," I grouse, "I'm not going to torture Heidi."

"Mmmumff," Heidi garbles. She gulps down her food then, "It's not torture. I'm good with things going down my throat," she gleefully informs me. I DO NOT GET this girl.

"Heidi, when do you have to be at work?" I inquire.

"The store opens at ten so I like to be in by 9:30," she replies in a sing-song voice. "I get off at eight and can be outside at 8:05 pm." I feed her another spoonful.

"Since we have the time I want you to give me a blowjob at my computer while I go through my e-mail," I try to sound casual. Heidi gobbles down her food.

"I'd be happy to," Heidi coughs. "Your cum is tasty."

"And you like that he doesn't stuff it down your throat when you are choking," Mom chuckles.

"Exactly how would you come about this knowledge?" I stupidly ask. Seriously, why do I want to know about my Mom's sex life either her brief time with my Dad or all her other time in prison?

"Trust me Son," Mom shakes her head. "They are men who feed you their dicks without a thought for the reality that we have both a gag reflex and teeth and men who don't. You are the kind that avoids the emergency room." Oh fuck!

"Heidi, do you have a primary care physician?" He look is one of puzzlement then fear. That would be a 'no'.

"If I get you an appointment, will you let me take you to see a doctor -- get you checked for any problems and a prescription for birth control?" I ask. I'm now confronted with an identity crisis, or more appropriately, a false identity crisis.

"Who the hell are you going to get who will neglect her total lack of a Social Security number?" Mom scowls my way. I have the sudden insight that Mom no longer utterly despises Heidi.

"Natalie," I state. Mom laughs uproariously.

"You are going to talk your stuck-up sister, who wouldn't even talk to her own mother when she was in prison, into helping your new whore?" Mom glares at me.

"Trust me," I promise, "Natalie will help me out. She's not a bad person." Mom snorts.

I'm thinking about what to do with Heidi when the obvious hits me in the face.

"Heidi, you don't have to see a doctor if you don't want to but it would make me happy if you would agree," I tell her. Heidi thinks about it so much a disaster is barely avoided. Heidi's face scrunches up tightly.

"Almost lost it," she hisses. She almost let the vibrator slip out of her cunt. Mom decides to be 'helpful'. She pulls the dildo out with its distinctive whizzing growing louder. It diminishes soon enough as Mom reinserts it and Heidi's face contorts with pain as Mom presses the vibrator into Heidi's ass.

"Hmmm, nice and snug," Mom snickers. Seconds later Heidi squeals. Mom runs a hand from Heidi's knee to mid-thigh, holding up two slick fingers up for my appraisal. "You had better eat her food or get ready to mop the floor -- she's gushing and I'm not a domestic." I manage to feed one more spoonful to Heidi before rapidly cleaning both our bowls myself.

(Later that morning)

I've gotten a blowjob and had a little tug of war with Heidi. She finished getting dressed and retrieved her baggage. 

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"In case you change your mind," she looks self-conscious and worried. I might send her away, or worse, send her away and keep her stuff.

"Take it back to 'our' room," I point her back to the stairs. She blinks like a doe caught in the headlights before nodding and sprinting back upstairs. I give her a swat to the ass to hurry her along. At her place of employment, I hang around to make sure she opens the store safely before heading out.

"Is everything okay?" Heidi acts coquettishly. I seem confused so she comes up and pushes her body against me. "Normally I'm being pushed into the back room or even the front counter by now."

"Do those people want wake up with your beautiful smile blazing away to be the first thing they see in the morning?" I challenge her. She has no comeback.

"I'll be at the door at 8 pm and we are going out to get you a little black dress unless you have one," I demand. Heidi nods but she's really lighting up the room with her renewed confidence.

"Do you want me to wear underwear?" she asks innocently. I have to filter that request.

"Yes, but only something I can work one set of fingers around," I nod sagely and by the twinkle in my freak's eyes I can tell I've hit the ball out of the park with that request.

"I'll be waiting," she promises.

"No, I'll be here before you close up," I correct her. "Then, if I think you've had a good day, I'll let you give me one of your masterful blowjobs."

"Great," she claps her hands, "make sure you have your Mom give you some action before you come over because I really want you to be hard a really, really long time."

I nod. I nearly miss the door and walk through the glass exterior wall on the way out I'm so thunderstruck with the course my life seems to be taking. By some miracle I drive home without breaking the law, or being killed in some traffic mishap.

(Just Get Out!) 

I walk in and am hit with the dying voices from the front room. I pop in to take a look.

There are three women dressed like they've raided a Hip-hop/Army Surplus crossover shop. The closest one has a blue teardrop tattoo like Mom's except where the newcomer has one, Mom has six.

"Hey Sienna, is this your old man?" the leader, the nearest one, jokes.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" is my polite reply.

"That's my Son," Mom says cautiously. The leader opens her jacket and shows me her nickel-plated 9mm Beretta stuffed into her waistband.

"Your brat had better behave," the woman leers with some serious menace.

"Mom, I'm going to my room," I warn her. I'm not sure why as I think these are criminal associates of hers from the outside world. No footfalls come pounding after me so Mom hasn't betrayed me. I take the stairs two at a time upstairs, get to my room and lock the door from inside. I'm inside my gun safe -- I cannot walk into it but its large -- and put on my armored vest first.

Next comes my Benelli automatic shotgun, the holsters for two .40 calibers and my K-bar. I double check everything before checking the hall is clear before returning to the living room. This is hardly the first room I've swept, though this is the first time doing so in my own home. I have the advantage in knowing where the 'hostiles' are and the layout of the room.

"This gun does not go 'cha-chunk'; its blast will not penetrate the four-layer brick wall behind you, and I will find out your names when the cops come to fingerprint your corpses," I say in my 'combat veterans' voice. The three gangsters jerk slightly in their seats. Whatever bullshit the leader is about to spout dies as her vision takes in the tunnel of the shotgun that will shoot her in the face.

"Sienna?" the female gang-banger at the other end of the sofa says in a hushed tone.

"Damn Josh, are you really planning to kill all these bitches?" Mom says totally deadpan.

"I'm searching my soul for a reason not to," I remark.

"You fucker, you had better put that gun down," the leader spouts fearfully.

"Did you kill any people when you were in the Marines?" Mom quizzes me.

"Five, but I don't count that group down the well -- I dropped a grenade down where they were cowering -- that doesn't count in my book," I relate.

"Sienna, call your boy off," the leader snaps.

"Joshua, if I try to stop you, are you going to shoot me?" Mom actually sounds amused.

"No -- I'm going to shoot the first two -- they are packing so the police will believe me when I say they were reaching for them; then I will cold-cock you and kill the last one," I explain. "You planning to do something stupid?"

"Nah Son, I'm good. I'll sit this one out," Sienna laughs coldly.

"Listen up Ass..." the leader growls.

"You are going to shut and listen," I interrupt. "She's my Mom and I just got her back, so I don't care who you are. She's out of your gang -- no discussion."

"You can tell your...whatever you call you chiefs - or I'll tell the next dumb bunny they send," I say with a steely calm. "I'm going to count down from five to zero then I'm going to start shooting unless each of you take your guns out with the thumb and forefinger and place them on the ground then your wallets and phones. If you don't, you will next be talking to Lucifer and I'll be tipping one back with the head of the local precinct and bitching about the reduction in the quality of low-lives heading uptown. Five..."

By 'One' I have their guns, knives (they were playing it safe) phones, and wallets (these girls don't carry purses). I have them file out and heading for the door when the leader decides she is too much of a bad-ass to keep quiet.




The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 02



"Bitch, you are going to pay for this," she snarls back at me.

"Well fuck you too," I sigh. She was right; I wasn't sending a strong enough message. "Down on the floor you two," I motioned to the two lesser ranking members. "Mom, I didn't see anything but I assume you have a blade of some kind. Come here," I request. Sienna steps up with a filleting knife.

"Sienna, go to the leader, hold her right hand up to the door and pin it there with your knife -- really stick it to her. If you don't, I'll kill her," I order.

"No problemo," Mom shrugs. Keeping to the wall, and out of my line of fire, she closes up on Big Mouth.

"Sienna," the woman seems surprised.

"Nina," Mom says calmly. "My boy got a medal for killing people. I have no doubt if I don't 'mark' you, he is going to plaster your brains all over the door; your choice." Sienna gives Nina the option -- maiming or death?

Nina relaxes her hand and stops resisting. Sienna actually puts a hand over Nina's eyes and starts whispering to her. In the midst of the talk, Sienna strikes and I can tell Nina didn't sense it coming; Mom is that smooth. Sienna's free hand clamps down on Nina's mouth, muffling the scream.

"Mom, go take Nina to the kitchen; the medical bag is under the sink," I direct those two. The knife comes out with a sickening noise I had hoped never to hear again after assisting in emergency surgery not too long ago. As Mom leads Nina past me, I flip out one of my 9mm and hand it to Mom.

"If she gets out of line, kill her Mom," I explain.

"Understood Joshua," Sienna nods. Nina is in pain but the gesture does sink in.

"You two go outside and stand by the curb; I don't want anyone thinking you belong in this neighborhood or this house," I say. They both stand back up.

"Ummm...Joshua," the closest one asks. She is using my name but I have no idea what hers is. "I'm called Demona," she adds, "Can we get our wallets and phones. We sort of need them for the Metro-pass, plus all our money -- and stuff."

"You mean like Demona in Gargoyles," I inquire. Her face lights up then Demona looks embarrassed.

"Yeah -- it was like the only family-friendly DVD my family had growing up," she informs me.

"I think I had the same one," I nod. "Go get your phones," I tell her. She hesitates. "In the service, guys would do almost anything for their family pics. Don't forget your wallets either."

I maneuver back so I can keep both women under watch. There are the prerequisite number of knives and guns when Demona gets back but Mom and Nina have still not returned.

"Did you and Mom do time together?" I ask the two with me.

"Billie did," Demona acknowledges her partner, "but I didn't. My Mom made her bones helping Sienna -- that was Sienna's second tear," and then Billie elbows her.

"Tears...teardrop tattoos are marks of how many people you've killed for the gang?" I question.

"Keep your mouth shut," Billie hisses to Demona.

"Billie, Sienna is my Mother; who in the hell am I going to tell? I'll never let them send her to jail again," I pledge and I can't believe the words coming out of my mouth but they are genuine.

"Yeah," Demona glowers back at Billie. "Who is he going to tell?"

"Tell what?" Nina grumbles.

"She thinks Mom needs weight loss supplement," I tell. I'm keeping watch on them all. "Nina just so we are clear -- this is it. You come after me and or my Mom, you are going to win but we will take a few of you down with us," I pledge.

"You don't understand," Nina's eyes bore into me. "There are hundreds of us."

"Cool, but the only two numbers you need to consider is that there are 53 former members of my unit in the local area. Of those, a dozen would miss me enough to take my murder serious -- I'm about to e-mail this encounter to them," I say.

"They aren't your normal bad guy -- they are snipers and explosive experts so your people won't realize they've fucked up before they become dead. I figure at twenty of you they call it even," I shrug. "Take that back home to your leaders. Now get out because I also need to get a Concealed Weapons permit."

"We'll see," Nina glowers. Demona surprises Nina by returning her phone and wallet, both who flash me a look.

"I figured the point had been made," I admit.

"The point being we are not going to let you sneak up to your bedroom next time," Billie stares at me.

"That's right," Sienna agrees. "Next time I'm pumping bullets through the door when I see any of your ugly asses outside -- is that clear enough Nina?"

"Whatever," Nina rasps. Demona gets the door and the three file out.

"Do you want the gun back?" Sienna says as I check the door and lock the deadbolt.

"Don't let anyone find it," I caution her.

"You are coming around fast," Sienna chuckles.

"Sort of; I now believe you will defend Heidi if someone breaks in," I grin back at her, "and I want to know she's safe." I go upstairs to the sound of Mom's laughter.

(Natalie)

I'm a little early for the Natalie at the hospital where she's finishing up her interning after a drive in the downpour and a jog to the center itself. I don't take hospital parking because it belongs to the people who actually need it.

"Hello Zoe," I greet the nurse who always seems to be on station.

"Hey Joshua, I am glad to see you and Dr. Green fixing things up," she means my sister Natalie -- having people call her Dr. Green still feels weird. Neither of us has aired the reason for our recent rift.

"That is what this late lunch is supposed to see but I'm not expecting hugs and kisses by the time this is over," I admit.

"Give her some time," Zoe smiles knowingly at me. "She's a tiny bit pig-headed -- kind of like some man I know." I look over my shoulder trying unsuccessfully to find who she's talking about. "You making the first move is a positive gesture." If only she knew.

"Zoe, who do I see about new patient files?" I evade.

"Family or new?" she quizzes professionally.

"Family," I reply.

"Getting married, are we?" Zoe teases me.

"Let's take it one step at a time," I pale.

"We can shoehorn them in under your own insurance until their own is approved." Zoe explains. "I'll download the forms and requests and I'll have their previous medical records set to Jethro in records. We will keep it low-key."

"Thanks Zoe," I sigh with relief. I shouldn't be so confident; getting Mom's records sent from her Parole Officer to the Hightower Manhattan Hospital will be easy. Creating a medical history for Heidi is going to be a cast-iron bitch.

"What is he thanking you for Nurse Zoe Mitchell?" Dr. Natalie Green teases us both. I'm relieved to see that Natalie isn't busting my balls about Mom.

She changes into street clothes and joins me quickly enough. We take a taxi down eight blocks because the rain is renewed its rampage. We go to the Umberto because my bank account has taken such a beating in the past 24 hours that it has stopped screaming. It looks like I'm not going to England in two months after all.

With a 'Mr. and Ms. Green' we are shown to our table. Grandmother and Grandfather loved this place. We work through the coffees (no drinking alcohol for her) and orders before Natalie breaks down and starts talking.

"So how much of a twisted little piece of work has our Mother become?" Natalie inquires.

"For starters, she is not little, Nat," I gesture. "She's nearly two hundred pounds."

"The sow," Natalie grumbles.

"No," I correct her. "She's muscle, no flab; I think she can bench press nearly as much as I can."

"What the...how did that happen?" Natalie's eyes grow large.

"Natalie, she was in a prison gang and pretty bad-ass, but to answer your next question; we are getting along okay," I tell my sister. "She's trying to adjust."

"Oh, can I see it -- her," Natalie stumbles.

"You hated the idea of her getting out and now you want to see her? What is up?" I have to know.

"I imagine that when she was safely away in a box, I could ignore her but...I thought about what you said about never having known her," Natalie stares down at the table. "You love her despite what she did and you are the only one of us who knew her."

"Maybe you can go out with me and, umm, my new girlfriend," I blather. I'm nervous about Heidi, much more about calling her my GF.

Natalie leans forward somewhat distracted and excited.

"You've met someone? Do tell," she grins.

"She works at a plus-sized lingerie store; her name is Heidi Winters and I like her, though Mom doesn't," of course I'm less sure about the last thing.

"When can we meet her?" Natalie's 'we' is referring to her 'lesbian' roommate Teela who is a rather successful artist and interested in my sister. I say 'lesbian' because she loudly proclaims that status yet I know she hits on guys, since I'm one she's hit on when she was drunk.

"Teela will be floored that you are dating someone outside the Cotillion list," Sis adds. "She's always thought you were such a stick in the mud."

"That won't be a problem after tonight," I mutter. I don't want to show Heidi off, I want to show her a good time which leads me to my phone.

"Heidi, do you have a moment?" I say over the phone, much to my Sister's interest.

"Yes," Heidi says cautiously. This could be me dumping her.

"I am thinking of bring my Sister along tonight but she wants to bring a friend of hers," I inform her. "Are you okay with this or do you want to do the meet and greet thing another night?"

There is a long pause followed by, "Do you still want me to wear clothes?" Natalie's eyes explode wide open upon hearing this.

"Yes; Heidi, who are you with now?" I lecture the white haired wonder.

"I am with you -- and you want me to wear clothes tonight," she is positively upbeat, "so I'm wearing clothes -- and you are going to punish me when we get HOME," she sings through the word 'home', "tonight."

"We will see how well behaved you are and how much you make me misbehave when doling out midnight favors, Heidi," I lay down the law.

"Yes Master -- I mean Joshua -- I'll do my best to be bad but not get caught! Work; I have to go now. I...can't wait to see you this evening," she hurries away.

"Joshua...what have you done?" Natalie stares at me. 

"I like her; she's growing on me. She's very devoted and creative and funny and sincere," I go down her grand, yet not too sexual, qualities. Talking about her willingness to have a three-way with Mom is the precisely wrong way to go.

"How does Mom fit into all this? Were they in prison together?" Natalie requests.

"No. Sienna even warned me away from Heidi and she's even been cruel to Heidi on occasion," I inform Natalie. "Mom even wanted to take her clothes and toss her on the street last night and we nearly fought over me stopping her."

"I wish you had popped her one," Natalie stated with conviction.

"Natalie, if Mom and I go at it seriously, one of us is ending in the hospital and it might well be me," I point out.

"You are a combat veteran and a hero Josh," my sister can't grasp the other side of the equation.

"Natalie, she's been in combat for twenty years and she has the scars and tattoos to prove it," I tell my closest family. "I'm thinking on that body is a roadmap to all the horrible things she's had to do to survive -- she is covered in tattoos that must have some significance."

"Oh damn -- oh damn," Natalie bites her lip. "Oh damn' as in are you safe, and 'oh damn' as in Teela goes all freaky for girls with full body art -- the grittier, the better."

"You are not going to get much grittier than Mom," I warn her. "So are you coming out to 'Mars' with us tonight?"

"Oh Josh, you are so behind the times," Natalie roles her yes. "Mars is dead now; everyone goes to the Velvet House. We'll meet you there at 10:30."

"Thanks for the information and we'll be there," I smile. "Can I talk you into coming by and seeing Mom when you have a day off?"

"I'm off the next three days," she allows. "I'll consider it. Let's see how much I like this new girlfriend. I've hated everyone else you've show up with but this could be your lucky night."

"Thanks," I groan. She has never liked any of my girlfriends, not even Eden and Grandmother, who hated Mother Theresa, tolerated Eden.

(A double handful of Heidi)

It is 7:50 pm when I slip into Helena's, Heidi's place of employment. Heidi has made a serious clothing overhaul but is helping two older clientele and doesn't give me a look as I come into the store. Heidi directs them to the dressing room so I sneak up and wrap my arms around her from behind. She squeaks and tries to turn around.

"Hello Heidi, have you had a good day?" I whisper to her.

"I -- umm," she stammers and I realize I'm not holding Heidi; I leap back.

"Oh God," I blurt out, "I thought you were my girlfriend. Please don't get her in trouble with her boss." Now that the woman has turned around I can see she's almost a carbon copy of my girl, except where Heidi wears her look, this girl has mimicked Heidi closely.

"Everything is fine, Joshua," the woman snickers. "I'm Michelle and Heidi had to run out and get some of her things, so I'm covering for her. She told me to look out for a 'hunky' older man, I though she meant...older -- older; fortyish, not late twenties."

"Oh -- okay, let's start again. I'm Joshua Beverly and it is a pleasure to meet you Michelle," I extend my hand.

"I'm glad I didn't go with my gut instinct and grab your breasts," I sigh. I would have known instantly this woman wasn't Heidi because Heidi's breasts would be busting out of Michelle's ensemble.

"Sometimes you should go with your gut," Michelle teases me and gives my hand a baby smooth shake. 

I'm saved by Heidi stumbling in with two large trash bags full of what must be clothes. Heidi drops the bags and rushes me, almost crushing Michelle's hand on the process.

"Joshua," she squeezes me as she presses her face into chest. Yeah, with Michelle's 'Fuck Me' pumps, Heidi's is much shorter.

"You must have made quite the first impression Joshua," Michelle teases.

"She's making me work for it, but I think I'm winning her over," I concede. Heidi hugs me tighter.

"Whatever you want," Heidi mumbles into my chest. Getting Heidi was blindingly easy but doing right by her was looking far more difficult.

"How about you take care of those last two customers?" I suggest then her attire comes crashing down on me. She has on a t-shirt, denim shirt jeans and tennis shoes. This close I can tell her bra is an underwired spider web design.

"I need to change back," she reluctantly admits.

"Actually Heidi, you start locking up in back and I'll deal with the fine old ladies," Michelle taps her friend. I try to remain obfuscated until the nice older ladies depart and Michelle shuts the door and flips the sign to 'Closed'.

"Do you work here?" as Michelle as she rings-out the store for the day.

"No, but Heidi and I go way back and I learned long ago that she's always jumping this way and that, so as her only long-term friend, I've learned to have her back when she's spontaneous," Michelle studies me.

"True enough; I can hardly consider one night and one morning to be to be something to make us true friends," I meet her gaze.

"She likes you," Michelle proceeds with her interrogation.

"I like her but I have a feeling she likes plenty of people," I reply. Michelle weighs that response.

"She likes you enough to risk losing the only job I could find for her by leave work to get most of her stuff -- to put in her house," Michelle regales me, "because she believes it when you say she can have her own room."

"She told me that she does stuff like this all the time," I become emotionally evasive.

"Heidi uses sex to make up for all the many deficiencies elsewhere in her life Joshua," Michelle warns me, "so when she tells me she wants to 'be' with someone, it is important."

"I will tell you what, I'll do my best to figure out what she wants and give it to her in a way that she knows she earned it -- no pity or handouts," I counter. Michelle nods.

"READY TO GO!" Heidi yells from the back as she bounds forward. "Security system is armed and I have three days off. Let's go shopping for that little black dress." Heidi has redressed herself in her 'normal' attire but forgotten her bags. I retrieve them for her before we proceed outside, roll down the rolling gate and make for my jeep.

"Heidi, that can't be all of your stuff," I bring up as we enter traffic. "No dresses of any kind that I could feel through the bags. The way she tenses up across from me; Michelle and the bags are in the backseat. No one pressures her which is possibly the cruelest part of it all.

"Drive toward the village," Heidi says. "It will only take a second."

It doesn't; at the five minute mark I head inside what appears to be a rundown 1950's apartment block. I walk in, curious what direction to take when I suddenly hear Heidi pleading loudly.

"Come on, it is my stuff," she goes on, "you promised me."

"That's tough Babe," the man's voice calls out; "thing change."

I go pounding up the stairs until I come within spitting distance of a man about three inches shorter and 25 pounds lighter but he has a shoulder holstered .38. They are standing at the closest open door and both turn their heads toward me as I come up.

"Heidi's here for her clothes," I explain.

"As I was explaining to the whore, the clothes aren't hers," the guy responds gruffly.

"New plan; I'm going to go in and get those clothes and you can just bill me," I propose as I move two steps closer. He puts his hand on the butt of his pistol.

"I don't think so you fucktard," the guy sneers.

"He's a cop," Heidi warns me frantically. That does bring me up short and pisses off the guy.

"What precinct?" I ask the cop.

"None of your damn business," as she snares Heidi's upper arm until she gasps in pleasure/pain.

"Let go of her and let her get her things or I'm going to make a phone call and crucify you," I tell him. He looks unimpressed though his grip on the phone tightens when reach cautiously into my pocket.

"What do you think you are doing?" he inquires threateningly.

"I'm calling an old high school friend," I say as I hit her number on speed dial. See, the 'Old Prep School' network is alive and well but now includes women. I call such a friend now, Sarah Winchell, Deputy Comptroller for the City -- the person who make sure city employees do, or don't get paid.

"Who?" he threatens then, "hang up."

"Hello Sarah, it is Josh and I need some help," I begin. If the guy pulls his gun out any further we're are going to have a fist fight. "Yeah, I want you to find out how this asshole is working for and why he's impounded some of my girlfriend's stuff. Why don't you crawl up his rectum and see if all his illicit finances are in order. I click a pick and the guy draws his piece."

"Do you have that?" I smile at the asshole as Sarah gets his picture.

"Mother-fucker," the cop snarls. Heidi looks like she's going to pass out but I don't let people push me around -- I never have. "Who are you talking to?"

"Sarah Winchell, who means nothing to you, but she meets with the Deputy Mayor and Deputy Commissioner of Public Safety twice a week," I glare. "Now do I tell my friend that this has been a terrible misunderstanding or do I devote my considerable contacts in this city to destroying your career?"

A second supposed cop, this one African American, comes to the door from inside the apartment.

"What sup?" he inquires softly.

"Heidi the Skank found herself a boyfriend," he tells his partner.

"I'd ask you to apologize but a pinhead like you does not matter to Heidi or me. Do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up or I will make sure the Police Commissioner personally knows who you are in a really bad way inside the next 24 hours," I feel my anger welling up.




The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 02



"I'm not afraid of you," he waves the gun slightly.

"Then you are an idiot," I state. "My name is Joshua Beverly and..."

"You are that guy who saved those Marines' lives in Afghanistan," his partner says as he lowers his friend's gun. "Carter, let this one go; he's rich, connected and he's a war hero. We cut Heidi lose and use what we have left."

"Fine Rob, but Beverly -- Heidi is a basket case and she'll come crawling back soon enough," Carter gloats vindictively. I motion Heidi to break free of Carter's grip. She then follows Rob back inside the apartment.

"Carter, you are quickly burning through what little tolerance I have of you," I grin back with my own predatory gleam. "Heidi is mine now so stay away or..."

"Or what," Carter leans in.

"You will be polishing your rectum with your own fist," I growl.

"Jump," he challenges.

"Fine, do you know that in the Marine Corp they prize marksmanship? Hell, my instructor insisted we kill consistently out to 300 yards if we wanted weekend leave," I smile. "I always got weekend leave. Of course, that is nothing but useless trivia to you, right?"

Somewhere in our eye contact he knew what I would do to defend Heidi -- my Heidi; mine. Suddenly, in his mind, I was the bigger dog in the fight and he blinked first. Heidi and Rob came back out, Heidi first, and she saw the exchange. With the faintest of smiles she shuffled to my side. I put an arm around her without another word and led her downstairs.

"Heidi, don't ever let me walk into a situation like that again," I caution her. "You are mine now, get it. I will take care of you and punish you when you mess up -- like you did right now. Did you want to kill that man for you?" Heidi shivered next to me, her nipples straining against the fabric torturously.

"Yes," she whispers.

"I decide who lives and dies and who pays what price for any harm done to you," I tell her. "I'm so angry right now I'm thinking of making you sleep in the closet tonight."

"Oh," she whimpers, "Please -- please don't do that."

We get outside, toss her dresses into the back with Michelle and resume our seats. Only when the engine roars to life do I start to shudder from the realization of what I've just done. I was just a Macho He-Man Bastard to someone -- cop with a gun pointed at me only makes it worse. I don't even know that person but the second I saw Heidi in is grasp something slipped lose inside of me.

Now as they headed out shopping, that facet of his personality faded below the surface once more, but just barely.

(After the Party)

The five of us leave the Velvet House just past one. Teela is buzzing happily along while Natalie, Heidi and Michelle are getting along far greater than I expected. Heidi is vivacious and Michelle is a surprising font of everything to do with art in the city.

"You are Mitchell Gray!" Teela gasps then giggles.

I know who Mitchell Gray is too. He's an avant-garde street artist/clothing designer and...he's apparently one hell of a cross-dresser. Natalie looks as floored as I am but Heidi is taking it in stride as if she already knew.

"I must apologize, Josh," Teela snickers drunkenly. "I kept thinking you were a dud but it turns out you know the coolest people."

"I," I stammer to Mitchell/Michelle when he looks my way, "you look good."

"That's fine Josh," he touches my arm, "I've been following street kids like Heidi for years -- using them for inspiration and as models. Sometimes I even dress like my friends and live their lives for a time."

"Now I'm doubly happy I didn't grapple you at the outset," I smile at Mitchell. "With a celebrity there is always the risk of the paparazzi and I have a stuffy image to uphold."

"I think most of us need taxis now," Mitchell declares with supreme gravitas. "Give me a moment with Heidi first. The two Heidis move down sidewalk for a few whispered words which end up with them both looking at me.

"We can share a ride," Natalie volunteers as the first taxi rolls up. Natalie pours Teela in before joining her; Mitchell gives me a quick peck on the cheek before jumping in as well.

As they drive off, Heidi glides over to me but there is no contact until I put an arm around her waist. A cool breeze through the skyscrapers causes me to take off my jacket and put it over Heidi's shoulder.

"One day you will tell me what Mitchell told you," I randomly prod her.

"Of course," Heidi now feels justified in snuggling tightly. Our trip home is done peacefully barring that one time Heidi attempts to initiate a blowjob while at a stoplight with a patrol car sits next to us. I am not doing time for that nor risking the legendary blowjob accident aka castration.

She loves to skip and skip she does straight into the house, misses a beat to take in the noises then takes the basement stairs two at a time on her way to see Mom. This leaves me to lug in two trash bags full of clothes and a third with dresses and accessories. Damn, why does such a slightly built woman (with big breasts) have so many clothes? That gets file away with how much a corset weighs.

By the time I've dumped her belongs at the floor at the foot of my bed and made it down stairs, Mom has slouched on the sofa with a naked Heidi between her legs. Sienna has her powerfully muscled leg rotated to the side with the heel on the cushion while her right is less extended with her heel on the floor.

Heidi is exhibiting her sex-deprived self's most vigorous components by having one hand going between rubbing each butt cheeks right above the thigh and the other kneading Sienna's right breast. I walk beside Heidi, leaning in and kiss Mom -- she goes for the lips but I give and take it on the cheek. 

I settle back into a crouching position so I can rub my left hand over Heidi's spine, small of the back, ass cleft and pussy. She is so ready to go, her juices readily pool into my hand. I rub then lightly slap her clitty for good measure and she is soon whining with need. Sienna growls, howls and comes off the sofa in climax first which works out well for me.

I immediately yank Heidi back by her hair; now she is really whining.

"You were bad today Heidi," I chastise her. "Go upstairs, keep yourself soaking wet but don't' you dare cum."

"Not the closet," she begs and I see true fear there.

"You only get the closet if I get so pissed I can't look at you Heidi and we are nowhere near there," I console her. "After all, I can't fuck you if I can't find you, right?" Heidi nods with frightening vigor. I point to the stairs and she scampers off with her handful of clothes.

"Okay, what was that about?" Sienna says once she knows Heidi has hit the first floor.

I sit cross-legged and tell Mom everything that has happened today and she studies me intently as I speak. There is a long pause before Mom speaks. I can almost hear two decades of something bottled up inside of her awakening form its slumber.

"Do you remember when I said you looked like your Father?" she reminds me. I nod.

"It is more than just looking like, Joshua, you sound, smell and feel like him too -- but I don't think you would have understood that back in prison," Sienna struggles for the words. "Fuck it all -- your Father owned me. That's the best way to describe it."

"What?" I gulp.

"Your Father was that kind of man, Joshua -- your Grandfather too. Hell," Mom starts getting emotional, I don't even know if Natalie is your Sister or your Aunt. Is that clear enough of my status in your perfect Beverly family?" This was not what I was expecting to hear. I was thinking something more in line with 'don't threaten cops'. Now -- I have to let Natalie know because she's a damn doctor and both our DNA is on record -- shit.

"That's why I was treated like a fuck-slut -- like Heidi -- when I started out. One day I remembered my rage toward your Dad and I had to fight back; I had to dig in and fight for you two and you have no idea how hard that was, Joshua," Mom pants heavily. "I wanted to get on my knees between some Top-Bitches legs and go to town. I wanted to beg for their attention but I remembered."

Mom stops to take a deep swig of her beer.

"All it took was your Grandfather telling your Father what a beautiful woman Natalie would grow up to be and your Father laughed. I broke then and when your Dad used me to pursue his latest conquest, I struck," Mom related.

"I guess I scared the crap out of your Grandfather and Grandmother because they left you alone," she looks down at her lap. "When I began hearing about you two, I had real hope but I could never reach out and even then they did such a bang up job on the both of you. Even then, I felt safer reaching out to Natalie first...in case you were like your Father. I didn't want to come back to that."

I rise up between Mom's legs and hugged her tight. This time there is no resistance and she is hugging me back immediately.

"Don't' let me be like him Mom," I say softly. "I don't want to hurt Heidi and I don't want to hurt you too."

"On one condition," Mom pushes me back so we are nose to nose, eye to eye. "Fuck me from time to time because, oh God, I miss your father's touch so much." I cough.

"How about we take it slow Mom and see if I can -- do it with you?" I evade. She nods.

"Do me one favor before you go spank Heidi's kitty -- spank my butt twice -- once on each cheek," she looks with not a hint of pressure. She's waited so many years already. What is a day or two more now?

I nod and Mom rolls over so that her knees are on the floor. She is grabbing the back of the sofa in both hands, arching her back and looking behind herself at me. I take a deep breath and there is this something I feel as I view a woman -- that is what my Mom suddenly is -- a woman -- in this position.

I caress each cheek, feeling Mom's posterior muscle groups flex and relax expertly beneath my fingertips. When I discover the spot that feels right I give her a resounding smack that rocks her buttocks and thigh then quickly back-palm the other cheek before she can fully recover from the first impact.

"Is that what you wanted Mom?" I say into her ear as I lean over her. 

"Yes," she nods. I sneak my hands under her massive breasts - visions of Heidi? -- and massage them to the nipples. I take those hyper-excited apexes of sensuality between my thumb and forefinger then pull them swiftly to the side, stretching them painfully and making Mom hiss in pain.

"That's for being such a good Mom to me and for sneakily inserting Heidi into my life," I whisper. Sienna relaxes and lets her body slump on the sofa.

"She'll make you a better man if you are up to the challenge," Mom grins with her eyes still shut from the painful nipple twist. "Take care of her." I take that pearl of wisdom upstairs with me.

I strip down and climb into my side of the bed. Heidi is curled up around her pillow, her head still while her eyes follow me around the room and onto the bed. I've been staring at the ceiling for five minutes when Heidi comes over on all fours straddling me with that impish smile on her face. I cup her face and draw her down for a kiss. 

I notice she's snuck out of bed and put on black, shimmering thigh length hose and a black open-cup bra.

"As always," I smile. "You look lovely."

"Thank you," Heidi blushes. "Joshua you are always so kind and gentle with me...like no one else but..."

"But?" I wonder.

"To punish me for tonight you could hammer my little butthole; I need it so bad," Heidi pleads. "I know I shouldn't pester you -- I know it's wrong. Punish me!"

"You do understand the inherent conflict in punishing you by giving you what you crave, right?" I tease her.

"Oh," she seems disappointed but Heidi always proves to be irrepressible. "Can you punish me after you tear my ass up?"

"Fine," I groan dramatically, "How about I tear into your rectum, punish you and then fuck your ass again so we both are sure who the most important person in this relationship is?" Heidi's eyes get wide and she bites her lower lip.

"If you must," she demurs but I can see her pussy glistening with abundant fluids in anticipation of what's to come.



The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 03



Thanks to Steve 150177 (erroneously credited as PF) for his wonderful editing.

*Take what you can hold; hold onto what you have taken*

(Where we left off chapter 2)

Heidi wanted some serious anal sex to punish or reward her; she couldn't decide but I had other plans for her anyway. This was going to be a long night for her and I was keeping the initiative.

"You need to put your clothes up first," I demanded. Heidi is disappointed initially then the tears started again. "Get to it," I hurried her along. "I'll be watching." She slid off of me but kept her eyes locked with mine even after she was off the bed. She picked up the first bag and scanned the room before catching me pointing toward the main dresser with the vanity. Hell, Heidi could sleep on the damn thing.

I had packed my grandmother's stuff and moved it into storage this afternoon thinking it would take up all her belongings and then some – silly me. It must be a girl-thing to make sure that all nine drawers (3x3) were empty before unpacking. She was so happy that she missed both the tearing of the condom wrapper and me (plus Uncle Sam's training) sneaking up on her.

She started slightly when my hand presses down on her middle back as she was unpacking into a bottom drawer. My cock slid into her pussy with the aide of my pushing and her butt-wiggle. She tried to keep putting clothes away so I grabbed the back of her neck, gripped her left hip and pounded roughly away at her pussy.

"Eeep," she squeaked as she dropped a group of stockings. 

"Are you having a problem doing the simple task of putting your clothes in your drawer in your room in your house?" I teased her as I kept giving her savage jolts.

"Mine – mine – mine," she panted then giggled, "but that's not my butthole," she exulted. She got a smack on the butt for that comment!

"You mean this?" I growled at her powerfully. I pulled my cock out, with my cock in my left hand and my right keeping her bent over by holding the back of her neck. My slick, rubberized penis pressed against her sphincter. Heidi showed a masterful control of her anal muscles and welcomed my rod in. I was not tender, but I was not out to rip her up either. I pressed in driving hard and relentlessly.

"Oh – oh please – yes," Heidi pushed against me and bubbled over with happiness. I gave her five good strokes then abruptly pulled out. "No," she pleaded.

"Turn around and clean me up," I commanded. Heidi scurried to obey. As she was cleaning me up, I brushed her hair over each ear. "I'm not going to shove that back into your pussy dirty. You wanted it up your ass so I decided to show you what your bad behavior has cost you."

She looked up at me with a terribly pathetic pleading and clearly wanted to say something. When I thought she'd done a good job blowing me, I pulled out of her mouth I tapped the bottom of her chin.

"Speak," I said.

"I'm sorry I disappointed you Joshua. I'll try harder if you'll let me, but I will understand if you send me away."

"I'm in love with you, you nut," I scowled at her, "and I almost never use that word. When you disappoint me Heidi, you hurt me inside and I don't let people in that close because if that. I'm angry because I trusted you and you abused that trust. I..." is all I got out before Heidi flung herself on my hip and thighs and began sobbing how 'sorry' she was and I think she really meant it.

I was not my Dad and I knew it then. Mom – I was not too sure about because there were a lot of woman there and no one had loved her in a long, long time the way she wanted to be appreciated. I don't understand what about his Mom he is getting at.

"Heidi, I told you to get unpacked because I'm still angry and I know your mouth and pussy aren't going to be enough tonight," I chastised her.

Heidi perked right up so fast I was starting to think bi-polar and we go back to unpacking while I was packing her cunt hard and fast. I was getting close by the time we got to the closet and Heidi's cunt juice had trickled down to her ankles she's been shivering hard. When I went for her ass a second time the muscles clamped down on me like a vice but I refused to surrender.

She was making tiny puddles under her ankles and soles or feet as I hoisted her up on her toes with her arms braced on the closet door jams. Her head rocked back but her teeth were clenched in climax. She whispered something to me.

"What was that?" I taunted her.

"I said 'your mother has a sweet ass too and I know she wants you to plunder it tonight if you can'." She related. "Her anus is soooo sensitive," she finished with a tease. Fuck it all, I shot so forcefully I was afraid I'd break the condom.

"Bitch," I seethed as my fluids kept churning.

"If I was bad, Master can..." she started to whimper.

"No, not Master – I'm Joshua and I don't need any title for you to know you are mine, understood?" I interrupted sternly.

"Yes Joshua," Heidi kept whimpering but her body betrayed a strong affection toward me. "Joshua, if I was bad maybe you should punish me again – up my butt. It is very sore and would hurt more this time – I promise."

"No, that's like throwing gasoline on a fire," I frowned. "I have a project to complete in the next 48 hours and I didn't get anything done today. Heidi you are going down and sucking all ten of Mom's toes. You can't penetrate her and she can only penetrate you with toes; finish hanging your dresses then scoot!"

(Early Morning)

I was safe and exhaustedly asleep when there was this insistent tapping on my forehead. I looked round with bleary eyes to see Mom looking my way. At least in the dim light she looked amused, not pissed off. Heidi had snuggled tightly to my side, somehow she'd slipped my left arm around her. I must have been out of it when they came back upstairs. I still wished Mom would use her own bed – in her own room.

"Toes?" Mom teased me quietly. I shrugged slightly so as not to wake Heidi. "It was very clever; just enough humiliation to get the point driven home you are the only one in charge but fun enough to make her skip upstairs when we were done," Mom gave me her seal of approval.

"I made that up from scratch," I smiled because suddenly basking in Mom's praise meant something. "I want her to trust me and I'm not going to do it by forcing her to do things she's afraid of doing, but stuff she doesn't want to do but will do for me." "Thanks," I nodded, causing Heidi to stir.

"But you need to go farther, Joshua, and not be such a pansy," Mom look grew hard – even deadly. "Make your mark on her so she never doubts your authority. That is how she feels safe – knowing that you are strong and unyielding no matter what. Kill that doubt in her – kill it, don't coddle it to death."

That was unexpected but it I knew it was true too. I couldn't be the nice guy making everyone happy. That was a failing lifestyle for me.

"I know what to do," I said with grim determination. It was brutal and decisive but Heidi had come to me, as Mom had come to me, and I was going to keep them and keep them safe.

"Are you talking about me?" Heidi yawned.

"I'm talking about my number one girl; is that you?" I replied. She studied me.

"Is Sienna going to be angry with me," she flashed a careful look to the strong, well-built woman nestled against her back.

"I say who is who in this family from here on out, Heidi," I explained. "I take care of this household, which includes you. You will do what I say – there is no discussion."

"Yes Joshua," Heidi kissed my nipple. Sienna closed in from the other side, coaxing aside the strands of hair covering Heidi's face.

"Joshua is going to take care of your needs," Sienna whispered into Heidi's ear. Heidi began purring like a kitten and I finally drifted off back to sleep.

(Still later that morning)

I put the last of the spare gas can from the jeep over the big pile of Heidi's clothes. I hadn't explained myself and even Mom looked at me suspiciously. I flipped a long match from by the fireplace to set all of Heidi's possession, baring her purse and the 'outside' clothes I had tricked her into wearing.

I held the burning match toward the pile; Heidi could intervene if she wanted to be free of me instead but I refused to solicit her opinion. That wasn't how things worked between any of us anymore. I stabbed the match in and the huge bundle whooshed up in flames. Soon enough the blaze was going fine and I was thankful that in this neighborhood most people were pretending to be at work so wouldn't report the fire.

"Heidi, is that what you are planning to wear today?" I glanced her way; her nod was heartrending. "I don't like it," I said and she was quickly starting to strip off her shirt. "What are you doing?"

"You don't like my clothes," she mumbled. I reach into my pocket and pull out a Platinum Card and four $50's.

"What I am saying to you is that you need to get some new clothes so you and Sienna are going shopping all day long," I informed Mom and Heidi. "Heidi, you know where to get things I am going to like seeing you and Sienna in – and pick out a thing or two for Natalie as well. Natalie is coming over tonight – we rescheduled so you could have the entire day."

Heidi nearly flung herself into my arm, reining her enthusiasm back at the last second. Her eyes had a pleading look to them. I peeled off the dollars and handed them to Mom – who stuffed them into her bra – jeesh. I then hand the card to Heidi, still holding on to half of it.

"I trust you to make me happy Heidi, and not just for me but for my Mother and Sister too," I stressed. "You can do this for me?"

"You'll see M – Joshua," she beamed. "I'll make you proud of me."

"I love you," I said softly. Heidi had taken three steps away when she heard those words; she doubled back and flung herself at me, wrapping my arms around my neck and kissing me between multiple 'I love you's'. I kissed her back, spun her around and spanked her inviting ass. She yelped; smiled even wider and skipped away.

"I love you, Sienna," I told Mom. She stepped up and tried to kiss my cheek. I pretended to hug her but I my real goal was accomplished by snagging her red hair on the back of her head. I pressed a kiss on her lips and she opened her mouth in a second. Our tongues touched then played for several seconds.

"Woot!" Heidi howled excitedly our way upon seeing my lustful gesture.

"I love you Mom," I repeated.

"I love you too Joshua," Mom licked her lips.

"You know you tattoo your stable on the back of their necks if you plan to keep them," she winked with steely intention.

"I'll keep that in mind – maybe the Beverly Coat of Arms?" I tested Mom.

"It would be a vast improvement over what it used to represent Joshua. Make it your own," she didn't back down. Now I was going to mark my women? On second thought, why not?

"We are out of here," Mom turned to leave. "We'll see you before dinner." I swatted her magnificent backside before she could take that second step. She looked over her shoulder and the light in her eyes was anything but what a traditional Disneyesque Mother gives her Son.

It took about forty minutes to make sure all Heidi's clothes from her old life were burned, doused with water, bagged and put out with the rubbish. I cleaned up and tried to put my mind back into work mode. I found Heidi's last pair of panties lay on the armrest of my chair, still slightly damp – a gift from her for what she knew was would be a stressful day for me.

I picked them up and took a deep whiff before taking my seat. They were a wonderful morale booster but also a reminder I needed to polish off a project by four o'clock New York time. I opened up the architectural log-jam that was waiting for me and got nowhere. Ten minutes into the headache I found my hands running over the thin fabric of Heidi's panties.

I thought about the panties – they were sensual and inspirational – and they led my mind to wander outside my normal pathways of thinking and that was when it came to me. It wasn't a panacea; in fact it was a lot of reworking figures and diagrams on my part but I was on fire and the work flew by. I called Shanghai at two and every ten minutes for the next hour trying to get through to my project head.

While I waited, the gym equipment Mom had ordered on-line arrived and I showed the two guys who were going to set it up downstairs, got them some Manhattan Lagers and went back to work. At 3:45 I talked to my project manager finally. He looked over my solution to their problem and said he would call me back.

Right at four he did call, the client was ecstatic and the project was going to make the deadline. Better yet, he wanted me to take on a project in the Philippines that had just crossed his desk. It was a lot of money – my largest contract to date and all because of a pair of panties. Heidi was going to flip.

Before midtown traffic turned the city into a park lot, Mom and Heidi made it back through the door – and back and back before they finally had the taxi unloaded. Mom almost came striding into the house but something was holding her (figuratively) back. I walked to my office doorway to see what the problem was.

Heidi was vibrating off the floor she was so happy, but she was clearly waiting on me. Mom had a faint smile but was doing her level best to keep the same pose. I forced my own smile off my face and walked Heidi's way, looking her up and down in her new outfit. 

Heidi had on a black leotard that shimmered with the shapes of harps in the light and a tight white leather skirt that unzipped from both hips. Her legs were wrapped in black lace stockings with Monarch Butterfly designs on them. Her white half-boots and bolero jacket were pretty sexy too. She waited patiently for my approval as if I had an ounce of fashion sense.

I decided not to wait to make my assessment of Mom's clothes because Heidi had certainly picked those out as well. Mom had an orange blouse of a pretty standard sort but a green bustier visible underneath that really pressed her boobs out there. Her collar was silver thick linked chain...almost like a dog choker chain. She had a thick green belt, an emerald skirt that went past the knees and unzipped from the back. She had black leggings on under that – and black tennis shoes. Heidi couldn't win every fight it seemed.

"They're chaps," Mom winked at me.

"What?" I choked.

"They aren't pants, leggings or tights I'm wearing – they're chaps," Mom clarified. I had to check. I knelt down, pulled up her skirt and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. She wasn't wearing panties either but the realization that she'd been waxed struck me. Mom's cunt wasn't sopping wet – she was hardly damp at all, but stroking her labia top to bottom and pawing her ass cheeks got her damp soon enough. Mom's breasts were starting to heave with excitement.

I stood up and licked my fingers.

"Take your clothes to your room and come down so we can get dinner ready," I directed Mom then, "You look really nice Mom – I mean sexy-nice." The kiss in passing was full of passion. That left me with Heidi. After Mom had left, Heidi began to get nervous beneath my gaze.

"I love you," I stated as concrete fact. "You never stop getting more beautiful." She perked up happily but kept still. "Also, you made Mom into one hot, sexy desirable slut...and I didn't want that." Heidi seemed confused. "I wanted her to be My Hot Slut – you did too good a job and you'll have to pay for that." She smiled slyly.

I walked up to Heidi, spun her around rapidly and pressed her face to the wall.

"You want to be my personal whore, don't you Heidi?" I growled.

"Yes," she peeped.

"Take off your skirt," I commanded. Heidi began to simultaneously undoing both zippers and wiggling her panties slowly down.

Pretending to be unhappy with her progress I smacked the exposed top of her left ass cheek. She gave a quick 'eekk!' and proceeded to move just as slowly earning her five more spankings before her skirt and panties fell down, though she was pushing up in her boots and rubbing her crack against my aroused phallus.

Her panties looked more like a thong with aspirations than real French-cut underwear. It was a pale beige mesh with black string along the edges and gusset. I hooked the material along the upper band above her ass then began pulling and massaging her pussy with the silky material. Before long she was whimpering and bumping her hips back against me.

I was yanking up so hard I was sure she was gasping joyously but she gave no indication it was something she couldn't handle.

"I want to fuck you Heidi," I growled. "Are you going to give me your pussy?" She nodded in short vigorous bursts.

"Are you wet enough?" I teased her with faux-anger. Heidi snaked her right hand down, rubbed her fingers beneath panties and presented me with three sticky-wet fingers over her shoulder for my examination. I sucked them in and licked them clean. I pulled out a condom from my pocket and handed it to Heidi.

"Put it on my cock, guide me and get me all wet, my Slut," I rumbled hungrily in her ear.

A little bit of body repositioning followed before she placed my condom covered cockhead at the edge of her dripping lips before letting me slide in.

"Aaahhh," she moaned. I moved from an incremental pace to some real aggression over the space of a few minutes.

"I'm fucking the best pussy in town," I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back, "but it's not enough. I want your ass," I insisted as I slipped out and let my cock start riding up her butt.

"Eeep!" was Heidi's excited exclamation. Anal sex was her favorite form of punishment and I'd snuck butt-sex up on her without her begging for it.

Heidi shifted and shimmied to get my cock inside her faster but I had one more trick to pull – I extended my legs. The more her anus was stretched by my girth and my length delved deeper, the more I stood up.

"Oh," she gave a little gasp when I was all the way in – and I kept standing.

"Joshua," she sobbed joyously and she repeated that when her toes lifted off the ground and I pushed her up the wall. "Oh Joshua that's so," she choked back several sobs, "so divine."

"You are all mine and no one else's, Heidi, and I want you to know it," I whispered in her ear.

"I am yours and only yours, my Joshua," she whispered back then hiccupped.

I pounded her for two more minutes, and then I decided to push just a little farther.

"You get turned on by doing it in the hallway, so close to the door," I murmured. She nodded slightly.

"If someone knocks on the door are you going to get it, Heidi?" I teased. She gave another tiny little nod. "Do you want to be leaning around the door while I pound your hot little bottom?"

This time her nod was more enthusiastic.

"They will know you are getting fucked. What do you do if they reach for your tits as they bounce around? Will you give yourself to them?"

"Only...only if you want me to Joshua," she panted.

"No, you are mine and I don't share you with strangers," I made clear. Heidi swelled up against me, happy and content.

"I'm yours," she gasped, "all yours."

"Oh damn," I grunted. I started shooting off into my condom and she kicked her heels back and started squealing, rising into a full-blown scream before we slumped against the wall.

"You two," Mom rolled her eyes from the stairs. "Now I'm all fucking horny."

"I'm coming," Heidi panted as her toes touched the ground once more.

"No you don't," I intervened. "Heidi, you put up your clothes up and get dinner ready. I'll take care of Sienna."

Sienna smiled at me but I didn't think she understood what was in store. She had a certain sense of control her years as the Prison Bitch provided, but a truer persona was now lurking below the surface. I directed her into her second story bedroom first then shut the door behind us.




The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 03



"Joshua, I think..." she started to say but I raised one hand for silence.

"If you have something to say to me when we are intimate, raise one finger and I will consider acknowledging you, Sienna," I instructed. "Also, when I am going to have sex with you, you are Sienna. When we are around the house or outside I'll call you Mom. So, if I sneak up on you somewhere private and call you Sienna, you will know what I want. Do you understand Sienna?"

Mom smiled and nodded.

"I really like your new clothes but we may try to get you some more casual clothes too," I winked. Heidi was a bit on the avant-garde side of fashion. "Now strip because I want to see your naked body reclining on your bed."

Mom studied me as we both stripped down. It was as if she was lifting twenty years of anger, fear, and worry off her face along with her cloths. Her body was still well-muscled with extra weight around the middle, buttocks and thighs, but she still jiggled in all the right ways in my eyes.

She crawled away from me as she centered herself on the comforter then reclined on her side and looked back my way expectantly. I really wasn't sure how to go about this. Treating her like I would Heidi felt wrong and I...I noted something; Mom pulled her arms underneath her breasts and rolled somewhat on them presenting a more vulnerable side.

"Stretch out," I ordered her as I came around the queen-sized bed to be at her side. Sienna laid on her back and hooked her hands into the bars of the headboards which gave me an 'ah-hah'. I turned my back on her and checked through her top drawer – I lucked out on the first try. I retrieved two pairs of black stockings, shut the drawer and turned back to Mom.

"You want," she stopped herself quickly and looked embarrassed and rather sexy. I started by tying her right wrist to the headboard and when I yanked it tight, she moaned. I straddled her chest, resting on her bountiful breasts and tied up her left wrist to match the right. Now she was spread out and vulnerable before me.

With all her physical strength symbolically taken away, the Sienna that had been my Mom when I was five and that woman they had dragged off to prison was revealed. I put a hand to the back of her head while I leaned my body forward allowing her lips to part and take in my cock. There was no hard ramming; I wanted to feel her tenderly caress my rod with her lips and tongue.

She gave off happy murmurings, getting off being lovingly used by a man she cared for. Finally she looked up at me expectantly. I backed off and playfully slapped her breasts.

"You like to be bound down, don't you Sienna?" I looked at Mom though it wasn't a question I wanted her to answer but a truth I wanted her body to confess to.

Her legs parted willingly as I moved to kneel between them. Her aroma wafted up as she languidly kicked her legs up and down clearly ready to be fucked, but I still felt I owed her – in a good way that showed love and compassion. I ran one hand along the inside of her right thigh and calf until I captured her ankle. Sienna was taken off-guard when I tied up the ankle with the third hose.

She became even more aroused as she tested the knots. Her breathing picked up a pace as I worried an earlobe then I leaned down and gave her lips some serious attention too. Before Sienna could get too into it, I went down to her throat and shoulder. My kisses coasted down her stomach and I flicked my tongue in her belly button earning me a sharp intake of breath.

Mom was whimpering after I tugged on her nipples with my fingertips. Before I could taste her snatch, I snaked my hand past and grabbed her other ankle. Sienna made fearful sniffing noises as her second ankle was tied up in the same place as her left wrist. This kind of helplessness was what the big, bad Sienna Beverly wanted.

I had Sienna folded over then, hips and ass raised off the mattress so I positioned myself by kneeling behind her and began licking her cunt, thighs, ass, and anus; they were so accessible with her in that position. My arms were wrapped around her, hugging her with my left hand on her breast, kneading it, and using my right hand to rub her pussy. Mom's head began whipping back and forth faster and faster as I tore into her ravenously.

"Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Mom screamed out. This only made me dig in deeper with my tongue, flicking her asshole, pinching her now obvious clit and nibbling her labia with my teeth. I moved a hand to roll her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger, never cruelly, but insistently demanding her attention.

I would have pushed farther but the whole situation was hard on Sienna. Her body was almost doubled over; her face and chest were flushed with blood and breathing was becoming very ragged and forced. I pushed myself up over her and took hold of her first ankle to release it. Sienna looked at my cum-spattered face and gave me a look of such happiness I almost broke down and thanked her.

I had to finish this though. She was my bitch now and she needed to know that without a doubt. The first leg plopped down and off to the side. I released the other leg, guiding it down and to the side. Sienna gently moved her arms, indicating she was expecting to be released.

"Now after that bit of foreplay I'm ready to fuck you," I met her gaze.

Sienna froze up for a second then positioned her hips and spread her thighs wide open while her eyes brimmed with tears. This was a big barrier to me – actual vaginal sex with my Mom, or so it had seemed until now when it felt like my natural right; how odd. I put my fists adjacent to her underarms and lowered my cock into her. Mom angled her hips up and captured my penis with hungry lips.

This wasn't fucking, it was love-making, slow and steady. I waited until she started crying then I increased the rhythm of my penetrations. Unfortunately, I was also getting tired and I need to figure a way to keep pounding her without collapsing. I slowed but only long enough to twist her onto her right side and push her leg, bent at the knee, up her body.

"God, I'm going to love fucking you Sienna," I grunted. "Are you going to love getting fucked by your Son?" Sienna looked at me with hooded eyes then nodded. I rewarded her by lunging my hips forward vigorously as I fucked her. Mom moaned loudly then began whimpering in an ever increasing volume. I ejaculated into my Mom's quivering body making her mine in one more fashion. 

Feeling my seed pour into her, Sienna howled herself. Her massive breasts and thick stomach shook as this last orgasm took her. Her eyes were squeezed shut but were shedding copious tears. She trembled and sobbed for some time even after I crawled up and untied her arms. She lay there for some time while I sat on the side of the bed and regarded her.

Finally Sienna raised one finger. I acknowledged her desire to speak.

"What was all that about?" she panted.

"The more I have to be who I am meant to be, the more I appreciate what you gave up to be strong all those years ago holding off Dad and Granddad from getting their hooks into Natalie and I then denying your nature for all those years in prison – being ruthless and cruel when your true nature is anything but, the more I understand my obligation to you if I'm going to keep you around," I explained.

"I'm an obligation?" Sienna smiled.

"No Mom," I grumbled. "You've put forth so much effort with Heidi and me without us taking care of you and I'm not taking you for granted. Besides, I've wanted to nail you since I woke up with my hand on your ass." That revelation made her happy.

"You haven't fucked my ass yet," she offered. Our time schedule didn't allow that now.

"Actually I have something planned for that," I grinned. "I can't imagine Heidi missed a chance to buy a strap-on; Mom did you get one?"

"Yes; are you asking for something?" she teased wearily.

I rubbed my hand up her thigh until my fingers slid over her slippery fluids and into her pussy and my thumb pressed against her sphincter.

"You have been bad so I'm going to have Heidi, as my 1st girl, punish you with her new toy but once she's done I want you to surprise her and use your strap-on on her," I informed Mom. "She's been bad too."

"She'll love it," Sienna chuckled. "It also lets you do that 'lovey' stuff you want to do for her," she noted somewhat mockingly. I massaged her cunt a little more.

"Oh, really," I studied Mom. "Is that why the first one I had unprotected sex with was you?"

"You weren't being careless?" Sienna whispered.

"You are mine Sienna," was all I said on the subject. "We need to shower and make sure Heidi doesn't burn dinner." I got up and headed for the third story bathroom. Sienna grabbed a too-short robe and followed. I knew she wanted to press me for an answer about me coming in her but the affirmation of my status made her keep her tongue. The anticipation brought a fire to her gaze and a smile for me when she thought I wasn't looking.

(Dinner)

Natalie had called to let me know she was three minutes out and Mom, Heidi and I were putting the last of the food out on the table. I could tell Heidi found it almost strange that I helped out with domestic choirs. I did not deign to explain my motivations to her. As usual, Sienna appeared amused by Heidi's nervous energy and constant desire to gain comfort by rubbing briefly against me.

"I will not embarrass you," Heidi snuck up and whispered to me.

"The thought never entered my mind," I looked down at her sternly. After all, she'd already met Natalie just not here in her – Heidi's home. Her smile widened. The doorbell rang and Heidi skipped off to welcome our guests.

"Hey Natalie – Teela," Heidi loudly greeted our guests. My sister had pointedly not mentioned she brought her roommate. It didn't change anything though Mom shot a look my way. I could hear Heidi taking their jackets and putting them on hooks, then the three women walking down the hallway toward the dining room.

Natalie came in first and immediately stopped as she saw Mom. Sienna gave a slight intake of breath. Teela and Heidi looked around her from either side.

"Natalie, your seat is in its normal place," I ended the silence. "Teela, I wasn't expecting you, but please take the seat next to Natalie."

"Hi," Teela said to me then, "Hi Sienna Beverly, I'm Teela Urban, you daughter's closest friend." That was a bit aggressive of her but I knew that my Mom was more than capable to coming around the table and settling Teela's hash if she desired.

"Hello Natalie and Teela," Sienna nodded. "Natalie I...I'm not sure what to say."

"How about 'I'm sorry'?" Natalie snapped.

"No," I stated crossly. "I won't allow that. Natalie that is not going to happen. The fact is that you two do not know each other and nothing is going to change that."

"You won't allow?" Natalie mocked me. "You are my older brother, you are not..."

"Natalie, sit down," I commanded. There was nothing hypnotic or magical about it. There was a lot of history buried between us that was coming out now. Natalie sat down.

"What are you playing at Joshua?" Teela jumped in.

"Teela; Natalie, Heidi, Mom and I have some personal issues to work out tonight," I answered. "Natalie likes you and I don't mind you staying, so enjoy dinner but please understand this is a family matter."

"Heidi's family now," Teela questioned. Heidi shifted uncomfortably.

"Absolutely," I didn't miss a beat. "In fact, she is going to take her seat beside me and we are going to eat dinner before it gets cold and then, over some wine and beer, we are going to have a talk."

"You are very authoritative," Teela seemed somewhat surprised and appreciative. I'd been pretty socially passive in the past but I wasn't anymore. Teela and Heidi were seated and we began passing the dishes around. The meal lasted forty-five minutes before everyone but Teela took turns clearing the table and relaxing somewhat. Teela poured wine for herself, Natalie and Heidi while Mom and I chose beers.

"Natalie, since Mom has come back I've had to examine much of my life and how I've felt about myself, you and the people who raised us," I began. "I've spent years denying my impulses because I associated them with cruelty and pain. I saw our Father and Grandfather acting that way – using their control to hurt the people they dominated."

"Are you saying your Father and Grandfather were into S&M?" Teela sounded confused.

"You can't believe what Mother says," Natalie was turning hostile again. "After all, they are not around to defend themselves." I stood up and stepped away from the head of the table.

"Come here Natalie," I told her in a kind voice, opened my arms and beckoned her to me. Natalie's impulses warred with one another for a second then she stood up and hugged me.

"This is how I know," I said as I wrapped my left arm around her waist and petted the back of her head and neck. "They never hugged us – we always held on to each other."

"This is so insane," Natalie sobbed.

"I want you Natalie; I want you to be part of our family," I offered. "A family that makes sense and we all know what we are doing and where we belong."

"I don't know where that is," Natalie sniffed.

"At my side," I tipped her chin up so she could see the sincerity in my eyes. "You are my oldest friend," I continued. "You never pushed me to be anything but happy and I'm finally on the road to getting there but I know I can't be complete without you. Join me."

"I don't know what you are asking for Josh? You and me but then what about Heidi...and Sienna?" Natalie worried.

"Do you love me?" I asked.

"Yes but..." she got out.

"Are you afraid of me?" I interrupted. She was longer in answering this time.

"You are scaring me – but I'm not afraid of you," she stammered. "We've always been close and I don't want to lose that."

"I want more Natalie," I countered. "I am not hiding what I want from you. I am not ashamed and I don't think you should be kept ignorant. I want you to choose to be with me."

"Don't you think that's a bit freaky?" Teela was somewhat aghast. "You are asking to sleep with your sister, aren't you?"

"We might want to start with the fact that I," Sienna interjected, "her Mother, doesn't know if she's Joshua's brother our aunt, Teela," Sienna leaned over the table so that her massive, intricately inked breasts were begin squeezed over the top. Teela's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Tattoos held a fascination for Teela, I recalled.

"What?" Natalie began trembling so I hugged her tighter. "That's not..."

"I believe her," I soothed Natalie. "I never understood why I avoided taking anything from Granddad if it could be avoided. I had no way to resist going to the private schools he chose, but I never wanted his hooks in me because deep down I felt he was the one who took Mom away."

"But why did she kill Father and why didn't Grandfather and – mother try anything with us?" Natalie posed the question.

"I think that when I snapped and killed your Father, I scared the crap out of them," Sienna jumped back in to the conversation. "If I snapped – and they were pretty sure they had completely ground me down – what might happen with the two of you?"

"Joshua, why do you believe her?" Natalie looked to me.

"Things I remembered after I was around Mom a while: no one talked to her, they talked at her like she was some servant, or slave. She never dressed casually but had to dress up. I had no reference at the time but I always remembered Mom looking pretty and now I know no woman looks pretty all the time, it is just not natural."

"When she wasn't with us, she always looked sad, or so my memories from the age of five try and tell me," I furrowed my brow, "And Mom has never talked to me about her time with Dad and she's never pestered me about what I saw way back when."

"It wasn't until one day they hinted that you would be next, Natalie, did I finally break inside," Mom revealed to her. "A few days later when your Father took me out with his date for the evening, I acted and clearly not in a rational fashion. I shot them both and stood there until the Police came – the Beverly family had worn my resolve that far down – I didn't even try to run."

"Are you saying Joshua could become like that?" Natalie's close contact suggested that she couldn't conceive of me hurting her.

"No," Sienna smiled. "He's not the type and trust me, I've seen enough sick fucks in my time behind bars to know all their tricks."

"What do you want me to do, Joshua?" Natalie pleaded. Hell, I wanted her to become a doctor so she became a doctor. I didn't see it that way back then. I felt she was asking advice but she had been good in the sciences, she studied hard and she was empathic with people. Looking back, she had been directionless and I'd pointed her down a path she accepted eagerly.

"Foremost I want you to be happy," I said quietly then leaned in to speak into her ear. "I want you in my house Natalie, in my bed and comforting me in the way Heidi does," I whispered. "If you to surrender to me as much as you dare, and let me control your life and give you direction and strength, I will protect you, provide for you and make you feel complete."

She shivered when I told her what I wanted. I neglected to tell her about Mom because that might just break her and drive her away forever.

"I'm frightened Joshua," she told me in a soft, almost child-like voice. "You are really scaring the shit out of me. This is totally insane," then she hissed the word, "that's incest."

Looking at her looking at me I could tell she wasn't revolted with the taboo and the realization that she was falling for the idea of having sex with me was a huge shock to her.

"I've dreamed about you too," I whispered. "I can tell you've dreamed about me and, like me, you were terrified about the idea almost as much as excited by it."

"Wanting to do it and doing it are two separate things," Natalie cautioned me.

"Are you two okay?" Teela interjected. This time I thought Mom was about to come out of her chair and forcibly remove Natalie's friend but she resisted the impulse.

"We are fine Teela, thanks," Natalie smiled ever so slightly.

"Wanting is wanting and we should seek out the things we want in our lives. I am not giving up on us, Natalie," I nuzzled the top of her brow. "I am going to get what I want too."

Natalie took a step back and regarded me before dipping her head back down.

"We'll see about that," she gently challenged.

"Is someone going to tell me what is going on?" Teela was getting angry.

"Joshua wants me to move back home," Natalie responded as she took her seat beside Teela.

"What would that mean for us?" Teela asked Natalie.

"You have always been my closest female friend Teela but Joshua has always looked after me," Natalie worked the words out. "I have to decide what to do."

"Natalie, you will never find a man who will love you more or take better care of you," Heidi spoke softly, tentatively. "I've only known him two days, but he's never let a day past when he hasn't told me he loved me and I know he means it. He never hesitates to look after my needs and I know I can be a handful at times – even annoying. 

Plenty of people will take from you, not giving a damn about what you want," Heidi bravely crept forward with her speech. "Joshua isn't like that. I get the feeling he isn't the kind of man who will let me down," she finished, her eyes flickering my way, hoping she hadn't made me angry.

"Heidi, what is your place in all of this?" Teela turned on Heidi. Heidi looked to me – I was a cipher – then she stood up. I caught Mom giving Heidi a supportive pat on the butt.

"I am Joshua's top Submissive, Teela," Heidi annunciated clearly. "I provide for some of Joshua's personal and sexual needs plus I keep Sienna happy and in line."




The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 03



"What?" Teela gasped in friendly surprise – she liked Heidi, I could tell.

"What? Heidi are you sleeping with my mother too?" Natalie sounded less pleased.

"So, is she into any kinky stuff?" Teela was highly inquisitive.

"Asking will get you nowhere," Sienna smirked at Teela. "If you want to find out, you had better be prepared to pay the toll."

"Teela! You are hitting on my Mom – who has been in prison for twenty five years," Natalie exclaimed.

"What about Heidi?" Teela teased. "Any chance I can rent her?"

"Teela!" Natalie shouted again and added a fist to Teela's bicep for extra emphasis. I noted Heidi was standing confident and proud.

"No Teela, Heidi can play with an outsider if she has my specific permission and only if I detect interest on her part," I clarified. "First and foremost though, she's mine. Isn't that right Heidi?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely," Heidi piped up gleefully. "I am Joshua's and he is my – Joshua and he may very well punish me for my outburst." That was Heidi's way of telling me that the tension had gotten her horny and she wanted to get fucked and soon.

"Shouldn't a Dominant be more in charge – punish you right now?" Teela suggested to me.

"This is not a circus where we perform to give someone proof of our relationship, Teela," I was getting a little cross. I wanted to have sex soon as well. "If Heidi or Mom screws up, I'll deal with them in a manner I find appropriate. That is between me and them."

"Can they go out and live normal lives?" Natalie rejoined the conversation.

"Of course," I said. "I'm their Dom but they are not my slaves. Virtually all the decisions Heidi and Mom make in a given day are at their own initiative. I'm not some obsessive control freak. They belong to me but they are not property." Natalie studied me then gave a few tentative nods.

"On that note, Heidi gave me a gift this morning that helped me focus my thoughts. Not only did I finish the job for Shanghai, they are giving me a job in Manila worth about sixty thousand dollars commission – my biggest job to date."

"I give a tip of my drink and a bow to Heidi for bringing me even more good fortune," I raised my beer. "To Heidi." Mom and Teela raised their glasses. Natalie returned to my side to join the toast. "To Heidi," we chorused. Heidi didn't know what to make of the praise but she took a sip of wine and blushed a pale pink and gave a weak smile.

"Now I have a matter of discipline to deal with and that is a family matter," I stated, "so let's call a cab for our guests and the three of us will wait in the living room for it to arrive. Please clear up and wash the dishes," I directed that final sentence to Heidi and Mom.

I made the call and we waited with a deafening lack of small talk. Natalie kept stealing peeks at me and Teela watched us both – and drank more wine.

"Let me walk you out," I directed to Teela and Natalie when the cab came. I kissed Teela on the cheek and Natalie let me kiss her on the lips. When Natalie turned to follow Teela to the cab, I swatted her bottom. She turned to me a bit surprised but then gave an impish smile.

"That's what you get for making me wait," I mouthed to her. That's when she blushed.

I returned to the house and watched the two ladies finish putting the leftovers up and loading the dishwasher. Heidi was actually humming a tune but Mom was much tenser.

"How do you think it went?" Sienna, at the sink washing a bowl, asked me cautiously. Natalie and I were her kids that she had sacrificed so much for.

When I came up behind her, I put my hands on her hips and slowly wrapped her up across the stomach and held her tight.

"Heidi, get dressed for bed and meet us downstairs," I told my number one. Mom put her hands over mine as I rolled her stomach in my grip.

"I think she knows we want what is best for her so we'll be happy with whatever she decides," I related to Mom calmly. "She loves me and she'll come to love you and Heidi. We'll make her happiest in the long run." Mom needed a little more comforting, so I took each hand and forced them behind her back until she was holding my invigorated cock before I bit her right earlobe.

"Are you going to use me like a dirty whore," which was Mom's way of saying she needed more to be mollified. She even reached her hands off my cock and let them drift back to my buttocks which she squeezed and pulled toward her.

"No; I'm going to have Heidi use you and only when she's done am I going to ABUSE you like the true prison bitch you are – clear?" I demanded.

"Remember to save up enough energy so we can trick Heidi and tear her up," I whispered before we separated.

"Oh, her little mind is going to explode," Mom smiled over her shoulder, "I can't wait." At that moment she came bounding down the stairs and skidded to a stop at the bottom before scampering into the kitchen to see us.

"You are definitely going to sign for all my package deliveries," I coughed. Heidi had on a pale, thin white leotard that had the consistency of wet gauze more than anything. Heidi saw the look of unbridled lust in my eyes and smiled triumphantly.

"Too much?" she teased me. There was no way I was taking that.

"Turn around and bend over the counter, Tramp," I rumbled. "That attitude has got to go!"

Heidi's zipped over to the kitchen island, rested her head on her folded arms and stuck her beautiful backside out as a challenge. I was finally able to tear my eyes away from her upper body to take in the pale pink ballet slippers.

I searched around for something the right size, shape and rigidity and I had to go through two drawers to find it; a thick rubber spatula that tapered along the edges. I smacked my hand a few times to get a feeling for the impact.

"Alright you," I grumbled at Heidi as I came storming up to her. "You consider that the proper way to present yourself? Get that ass higher up."

"Wait! Wait," Heidi pleaded shrilly. Then she did something truly weird. She grabbed one of the barstools by the island, pushed it forward then placed her hand upon it. With yet another enchanting smile, she flipped forward over the barstool onto her hands and chest. Her back, ass and leg kept going higher and higher, her back bowing toward me and the legs pointing toward the ceiling light fixture. Finally she got to the point here she tilted her ass forward as her arms could take the weight ending up with only her straining palms taking all the mass of her body.

"Holy Crap," Sienna exhaled. "What are you; a circus monkey?"

"I don't know how this makes paddling you all that much easier but I certainly am enjoying the view," I smirked. Risking her balance, Heidi wiggled her butt tantalizingly. I stepped to her side, took hold of her right thigh with one hand and poised for my strike.

'Smack,' I paddled her firmly followed by an 'Ow!'; repeated a total of six times until Heidi's eyes were clenched shut and a tear trickled down both cheeks. Her tight ass was a bright pink as well. I helped her return to the floor and she looked rather pathetic and forlorn. On the twisted journey my life had rapidly taken I knew things with Heidi weren't always what they seemed.

I pulled her close as she looked up, teary-eyed and pouting. My arms wrapped around her and she snuggled into my chest, still looking up.

"Now that I've warmed you up, I'm ready to start paddling you on a regular basis," I pointed out. "I know you are trying hard to be my woman but I think you need encouragement from time to time."

Heidi forcefully struggled away from me and threw herself over a barstool.

"Oh, encourage me!" she squealed. "Encourage me."

"Ha," Mom laughed. "I'm going to go up and get dressed for bed. My show comes on in five minutes." Mom loved her police procedurals – with the added input of a convict's eye.

'Smack' Ow! 'Smack' "Ow!" Heidi sniffled then squealed when I hefted her up and put her over my shoulder, ass facing forward.

"Encourage me – my Ass," I scowled. I passed the distance from the kitchen to up two flights of stairs to my bed, paddling her butt lightly every few steps and whistling while I worked.

As I went from stripping down then putting on my night shorts, I noticed Heidi rolled from her side, where I had left her, to her stomach and crawled to get closer to me.

"Yes?" I responded to her curiosity.

"Do you want to have sex?" she seemed expectant.

"No," I answered, "We are going downstairs to the basement, hang around with Sienna and you are going to service me with hugs and kisses." Heidi studied me for a second then nodded.

"This is home," she declared innocently to the universe, then, "Are you sure you aren't bored with me?"

It was my turn to laugh and laugh loudly I did.

"Listen little lady, I love you but I want more from you than sex – I want your companionship, your warmth and your insight," I informed her. I stood up and helped a sore-assed Heidi off the bed and we went with each other's arm around the waist to the basement.

"Telling Sienna you feel the same way would be nice," Heidi suggested as we made the first floor.

"I'll think about it but I have to punish her first," I nodded. "She needs to know who is in charge."

"Oh," Heidi slowed me down as she perked up. "What are you going to do?"

"Actually, you are the one doing the punishing; I'm tying her down and you are going to have a go with your strap-on in her pussy and ass," I explained. "But don't warn her – it is a surprise."

"Cool," Heidi gave me a glowing smile, "she has a sensitive butthole and a sweet, sweet ass – big and very spank-worthy."

"Poor Heidi," I chuckled as we came down the floor to see Mom kicking back on the sofa, drinking one of those noxious health shakes that she had added to her schedule in order to keep the muscular physique she had begged, borrowed and stolen to eke out of the prison system's minimal provisions. She had on a grey sleeveless shirt and olive gym shorts; no footwear.

"Poor Heidi?" Sienna looked briefly our way.

"You get to be spanked by both of us," I answered Mom, "but Heidi can only be paddled by me."

"We can institute 'turnabout paddle time' hours once or twice a night," Mom offered. "When someone does something wrong, they get paddled. It would be a nice way to get Natalie involved."

"Good idea Mom," I nodded. "Heidi should have thought of it, so have a whack at her." I handed Heidi her paddle and she quick-stepped it over to Mom. Sienna sat up straight and pulled Heidi over her lap. A series of rhythmic blows followed, mostly soft ministrations barely causing Heidi discomfort but a few that truly resounded.

I took the opening to sit down on the far side of the sofa and seize the remote control so that when Sienna finished, she scooted down to me. As Sienna reclined her shoulder against my chest and her legs returned to sofa cushions, Heidi rode Sienna's body down until she was laying on top of the stronger woman. Then, like every other perfectly normal family, we watched TV and the evening news.

Or we would have watched the news except around 11:15 I heard Sienna's breathing became irregular. Heidi had her head resting between Sienna's breasts and was doing her best to keep her actions cloaked. When I rolled my head farther to the left until I caught sight of Heidi's left hand rummaging rapidly inside of Sienna's shorts.

I weighed my option; I could have put a halt to events and either watched the news or taken things upstairs; or I could do nothing and let them work out things themselves, or I could join in. I already had one arm around Mom so I let that slide down until I cupped her breast right above Heidi's head. The whole areola/nipple area was already spit-soaked – Heidi had been an active little vixen.

"How long has she been busy?" I whispered to Mom.

"About three minutes into the news," Sienna moaned. I was proud that Heidi had held out so long. She had one last surprise for me.

"I'm sorry Sienna, but can I spend a few minutes of quiet time with Joshua?" Heidi suddenly interrupted.

"I'll be upstairs in bed," Sienna reached back and stroked my cock. She also gave me a wink, letting me know she'd get her toy. She heaved her solid frame up, her powerful shoulders, triceps and thighs flexing in an easy rolling motion. Yeah, Mom wasn't a Barbie Doll but I saw her body as a lush playground for my desires. As if reading my mind, she gave me a very feminine glance before heading upstairs.

Heidi crawled up and took Mom's place in my arms. Her ear rested on my chest, her left arm was folded between us and her right caressed my ribs and stomach. For my part I pulled her hair away from her eyes then gently stroked her ear rim.

"I don't want to wake up," she whispered to me about fifteen minutes later.

"Why?" I quietly inquired.

"I'm going to wake up and I won't be here and you and Sienna won't be in my life," she sniffed.

"I can't describe how much that would hurt to wake up and realize you had only been a dream, Love," I said between kisses on her head. "I couldn't be anywhere as close to my Mom if you hadn't the courage to show up on my doorstep. As much as bringing Mom home – Heidi - that changed my life."

"Is the sex between us really that good?" she asked and I could tell she had a smile on her face as she did so.

"Heidi, I hadn't slept the whole night with any woman since Mom was sent away and that was when I was five," confessed. 

"Normally I like my personal space – and now I look forward to waking up next to you every morning and I can't give you a single reason why except it feels right to me," I ruffled her hair gently.

"I'm glad you chose me," she sighed pleasantly.

"I was under the impression you chose me, but if you want to lie to me about this, I'll allow it," I teased.

"What could I do that would make you abandon me?" she asked cautiously. I gave it some thought.

"You could cruelly betray Sienna and/or Natalie; like they could lose me if they betray either one of you – you are all three equal in my heart and I won't put up with treachery," I said. "You would take a part of me with you if you left."

"You would let me leave if I wanted to go?" she whispered once more.

"I don't want to contemplate that and you know why," I breathed into her hair.

"You love me," she exhaled as much as to herself as me.

"Is that so hard for you to believe?" I answered.

"You have no idea, my Joshua," she sobbed softly. 

"I was worthless until you found me. Mitchell tried to help, I know, but you were kind when you needed to be kind and demanding when I needed to be reined in," she related. I let us sit still for another two minutes then.

"Time for sex, Wench," I rustled Heidi's torso. "Sienna's big fat ass isn't going to fuck itself."

"Weeee," Heidi hopped off the sofa and raced for the stairs. 'Damn it' I grumbled, now I had to clean up down here before going to bed. I thought I had moved quickly but clearly not quick enough for my two ladies. As I headed for the third landing I began to hear grunting and slapping noises from my bedroom.

Sienna was on her back wearing a purpose-crafted blindfold, a gag with a black bridle, and padded handcuffs that were holding her arms behind her back, which looked a little awkward for her. Her main distraction was Heidi though; she had Sienna's legs up and pressed back in a 'V'. She had hold of each calf and was pressing forward, pushing her strap-on vibrator deeper into Sienna Beverly's ass.

Heidi was conducting the penetrations with a veteran's smoothness. She kept gyrating her hips and slowly and steadily into Siena's rectum. Mom began making louder and louder muffled groans while I stripped down and stepped up to the bedside closest to them. When Heidi gave me a wink, I lunged my mouth over her left-nipple and putting three fingers into Siena's labia and clitoris.

Mom jolted then she jolted again as I began a rapid, vibrant strumming of her clit. She gushed against my finger.

"Giddy-up cowgirl," Heidi gloated without malice. "Someone wants her kitty slapped again." 

I had to give that a moment as I came up and removed her gag. 

My body came onto the bed, pressing my crotch close to Sienna's face and directed my cock to her lips. She began doing her level best to suck my seed out of my scrotum without giving my penis the joy of ejaculation. I went back to strumming her pussy while Heidi began flexing her hips off the bed on her tippy-toes then slammed down hard into Sienna's ass.

Sienna screamed around my cock as a second orgasm hit her and it was all I could do to not shoot down her throat. The power and coordination of Heidi's movements was causing sweat to bead up on Heidi's body as well.

"Give Mom a break Heidi," I commanded. "Get cleaned up and come back to bed."

Heidi gently pulled out of Mom's anus then crawled up Mom's body and kissed her on the lips.

"You are so special and pretty to me," Heidi whispered to Sienna before dismounting gracefully from the bed and skipping off to the bathroom, her artificial dong swinging and bouncing about. I pulled Mom's blindfold off and unfastened her handcuffs.

"What is the plan Lover?" Mom was licking her lips so I told her. Her responding hug was nearly rib-breaking in its intensity and her approval was invigorating. When Heidi got back from cleaning herself and her equipment, Sienna had turned away from her and the door and headed to my side of the bed. Heidi hopped onto her knees on the bed and fumbled into me.

I wrestled her under the cover playfully while keeping her preoccupied.

"Roll onto your stomach," I demanded. Heidi smiled seductively, rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her butt expectantly. She was a little taken aback when it was Sienna who mounted her from the other side.

"Joshua?" Heidi questioned but I saw no fear.

"Someone's been bad and Joshua wants them punished," Mom said, "– apparently my slut wear was too slutty so now you need to be 'adjusted'."

"Oh! Adjusted," Heidi giggled. She spread her legs apart and allowed Mom to settle above her.

Assuming a one-armed position over Heidi, first doing a simple push-up so she could rub her body all over Heidi's smaller frame.

"Ooohhh," Heidi cooed, "that's nice."

"See how nice this is Whore," Sienna growled. She lowered herself down again, this time using her free hand to guide her artificial cock until it was firmly against Heidi's sphincter.

"I'm done working, Heidi," Sienna purred. "Push yourself up – impale your sweet ass on my vibrator. You know how big it is Sweetness; you picked it out for me getting wet all between the thighs knowing it was going to end up here."

Heidi scrunched up her strength, pressed her hips up and rotated her butt around to capture and keep the cock in place until she made one brief jerk and took the tip inside her.

I had to admire Mom's iron concentration and control as she held still for over a minute as Heidi worked the first few inches into her rectum.

"I'm coming for your Precious," Sienna huffed to Heidi. Together they rode their bodies down until Heidi was impacting the mattress and Sienna was smothering her.

"Ugh," Heidi exhaled as Sienna kept shifting her waist and wiggled the last of the cock in. Before pulling Sienna hand free, she moved her hand and a low harmonic buzzing began.

"Oh more," pleaded Heidi. "It hurts so much; give me more."

"Oh, I'm going to hammer you, ya Freak and here it comes," Sienna thrust Heidi's ass so hard into the mattress they both rebounded up.

Sienna had to figure out the rhythm of the bed but once she had, Heidi was in for a rough ride. She was panting, wailing and crying all the way too. Once they were both occupied by their mutual sexuality, I slipped off to the bathroom to get a condom which I put on and then lubed up for extra slickness for Sienna's ass. Before I was finished I heard Heidi orgasm proudly.




The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 03



Poor Heidi's arms were flailing about and she kept begging for more in a shaky voice. This kept Mom occupied so that when I slipped on the bed behind her she barely registered me kneeing her legs aside, or so I thought.

"No one's snuck up on me in bed in twenty years my Son," Sienna grinned back at me. "Good try though."

"Oh be quiet and take your enema like an obedient submissive, Mom," I growled back, my surprise ruined. Jumping Mom in the shower was going to be a peach too, no doubt. I was still having my moment over her though when I lined my phallus and pried open her ass with it. I was none too gentle going in but I did my best to use the same method of entry she had used on Heidi.

The bonus came when Sienna pushed her his up from poor Heidi, she engulfed my entire cock in the process then we both drove down Heidi. For a second I was afraid we might have seriously hurt the girl. Sienna pushed up, lifting my mass as well as her own.

"Heidi, are you okay?" I asked. Her left hand tapped the pillow twice.

"More," whimpered our slender freak.

When Sienna propelled herself down I elected to change our tempo so that I was driving down when Sienna was pushing up. Sienna screamed out in a savage howl, her rectum tightening all around my penis. Her resulting collapse nearly crushed Heidi.

I took the intermission period to pull out of Mom, slip off and discard the condom, put another on and then fall to my left. Mom caught my move and rolled over to her right, holding a blissfully exhausted Heidi in her grasp and on her strap-on vibrator.

"Don't stop yet," Heidi moaned. "I can still barely feel my toes."

"I think I can take care of that Heidi," I promised. I scooted in, lifted her free leg and rammed my still fiercely stiff rod deep inside her vagina. Heidi's eyes had been slightly hooded but when I did that they sprang open and she gasped soundlessly.

"Roll over Sienna," I directed. Mom shifted on top of me and now we had ourselves a Heidi sandwich.

Sienna and I began pistoning in and out of Heidi's holes. Mom slapped Heidi's thighs and ass-cheeks while I slapped her breasts and twisted her nipples. Heidi didn't last a minute. We barely gave her a break before going at her again. Her cheeks and tits were bright red when I ejaculated into the condom deep inside her womb. The heat of my seed finally shattered Heidi's stamina and she passed out.

"Oh, poor baby," Sienna soothed a sleeping Heidi. "Joshua, I'll go clean up. Do you want me to sleep in my room tonight? I'll understand."

"Heidi will want to be able to touch you when she wakes," I whispered, "and I'll want you close by too Mom." Sienna padded away allowing me to shift the covers gently over Heidi, who was still on my chest, and me.

I had just disposed of my second condom and was awake for Mom's return when she settled in silently beside us and after a while rolled onto her right side and lay an arm over Heidi's waist before she too drifted off. I lay awake a little longer, thinking over some of the things Heidi had confided and the huge holes she had left for me to try and fill in.



The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 04



*Happiness is never truly owned; we borrow it and if we are lucky, we lend it to others*

*Thanks to Shawhollow for his editing work on this chapter*

*Some people have asked me about the character of Heidi so I felt an explanation might help. Heidi is the great enabler of this story; she sparks the chemistry between Joshua and Sienna. She'll do the same with Natalie. Heidi is the 'outsider' you can tell your dirty little secret to because she has her own dirty little secrets. She gets her time in the story and her background is part of it but her background is also about family and what can go wrong, yet become right. In the end this is an incest story where Heidi starts out as an oddball addition but grows to become as much Sienna's daughter and a sister to Joshua and Natalie. Now that's incest in my mind.*

(Late Night)

I woke up to the realization that it was pitch black and that Heidi had slipped away. Mom, as was her apparent pattern, was snoring softly while lying on her stomach. Heidi's clothing drawers were untouched so it was unlikely she had left. I got out of bed and padded over to the bathroom – no Heidi – then to the hallway. She stood at the far end near the foot of the stairs looking out the long narrow window into the back yard.

"Hey," I whispered to her before I gently wrapped her up in my arms.

"Have you had several girlfriends?" she asked me a minute later.

"Let me think...eleven, starting when I was sixteen – Sylvia Dupree was my first," I answered. "She spent her senior year at a high school in France with her parents. Last I heard she was working for the French National Rail Service as a systems engineer."

"Oh," Heidi said in a small voice.

"It would suck if we were still together," I kissed the top of her head. She looked up and over her shoulder for the answer.

"She never made me feel as lucky as I do right now," I smiled.

"But she's been to college and has a good job," Heidi hrumpfed, "I bet she was beautiful too."

"She was very attractive , I'm not going to lie to you, but she also had the bad habit of always having to be right even if we both knew she was wrong," I kissed her nose, "That crap gets old fast, believe me."

"You should have told me she was hideous," Heidi wiggled her butt against me.

"We have to trust each other so no lying," I directed the next kiss to her right eyebrow.

"Never?" she questioned.

"Good point; 85% truth," I offered. "All ladies need to keep some secrets."

"I can do that," she said after a moment's hesitation then, "What would you lie to me about?" she prodded me. 'Women,' I thought.

"Certainly when I tell you that you are safe from my attentions, you had better believe you are not safe," I teased. I also moved my hands up and cupped each breast.

"Aren't you going to grow tired of me?" Heidi just kept coming and I'd had enough.

"What's really wrong, Love?" I asked.

"If I did a bad thing – a really bad thing, would you punish me as badly as I deserve?" Heidi turned around and buried her forehead into my chest.

"Stop it," I put my foot down. "Our relationship is real, Heidi. Don't play games with me."

"Joshua, I'm married," she sobbed as she scratched the surface of some deep, horrific wound. 'Oh hell,' I tried not to gulp.

"I can accept that," I sighed. "Do you want to divorce this person? I'd like to consider marriage at some point time when I want to take that step for us?" I was really gauging her idea of remarrying and her commitment to us. I liked what I felt from her breathing and pulse.

"Joshua, I made a lousy wife," she choked out the words along the same vein of pain.

"I don't care what kind of wife you made for some guy I've never met," I told her. "I want you, I will fight for you and I'm not going to let you go without a struggle."

"I..." she mumbled.

"Mom thinks you are great and Natalie already sees you as a close friend – and that's pure you, Heidi," I confided. "You made my family appreciate you and that's no small feat," though mostly conjecture.

Heidi looked up at me for almost a minute.

"Keep it up Joshua, you are making me feel good about myself," she gave a wane grin.

"Well, you helped bring me and my Sienna together," I continued. "You moved so seamlessly that I was aroused by my mother with minimal pointless regrets."

"These are not meaningless things Heidi; you've changed the way I think and for the better," I concluded.

"Plus you like to have sex with me," Heidi asserted.

"Well – yes, when I get tired of using hand lotion," I sighed and rolled my eyes heaven ward. Heidi beat her forehead against my chest.

"Come here," Sienna motioned from the bedroom door, "come here Baby," she opened her arms and beckoned Heidi forward with her hands. I pivoted and pushed Heidi toward her. She stumbled slightly then ran into Sienna's embrace. "I'm your Mother now," she cooed as she wrapped Heidi up in a powerful hug that drove Heidi's chin into Sienna's cavernous cleavage.

"My Mother sold me when I was fourteen," Heidi mumbled.

"Do you think I'd ever sell any of my children no matter what the price?" Sienna asked softly. Heidi hesitated, still grappling with her own demons. "You know I consider you a daughter now?"  Heidi lowered her head and sobbed. "What does your heart say, Precious?"

"I don't know," Heidi hiccupped hesitantly.

"Then you take your time to work things out Heidi," Sienna rocked Heidi back and forth. "There is no deadline on family." She guided Heidi back to bed and I followed along once I was sure I had committed this instance to memory. Heidi was mine now and that meant if someone might be coming, I had to find them and stomp them flat first. The safety of all my women was paramount. I'd earned my treasures, damn it.

(Morning)

By our new custom, I cooked, Sienna cleaned the dishes and Heidi kept up the conversation – it seemed I got my stoicism from my Mother – and would give me a fantastic blowjob while I sat at my computer and attempted to go through my e-mails and fire off some replies (without firing off too early myself).

Sienna was relaxing somewhat; allowing me to come up behind her and nibble on her earlobe before driving Heidi into an unexpected work day. She was covering the day for the boss so she could get Saturday off. I became a lodestone to Heidi as she opened the shop. She'd perform a task or two only to run back and give me a hug. I was hardly a psychologist but I could tell she needed help and reassurance.

"Heidi, you have lunch at one?" I asked.

"One-thirty," she corrected sheepishly.

"Fine, we are going shopping then so figure where we can some food to go as well," I instructed.

"May I ask what we are shopping for?" she asked obsequiously.

"Leashes. I think I want to lead you around on a leash in the morning so you can't wander off," which was total bullshit. Heidi was like my shadow in the mornings. She took baby-steps toward me and unlike previous hugs this was slow and cautious but all the warmer because of it. "We are going to need some specific paddles as well."

"Yes Joshua," she purred. "I'm sorry I'm so naughty."

"What; you think I didn't see you ready to scamper off and play with Sienna this morning," I chastised Heidi. "I saw Mom looking at you; too, and leading you on so she's getting some extra attention when I get home, too." The look in her eyes told me she hoped I didn't get all my imaginary vengeance out of the way before she got home and shared in the action.

"Take care Love," I slowly pulled away, went to the car and headed downtown. I had to move the process along getting my Concealed Firearm Permit. After that, I returned home, worked on some projects, then went down to where Mom was working out. We kept checking each other out as we built up good sheens of sweat.

(Relearning Sienna)

"Sienna," I spoke out loud. She looked over at me, sat up from the bench press then stood. I brought her to the chest fly and Mom instinctively stretched out her arms. I slipped out of my shoes, socks and took off my shirt while she smiled at me. I put down the socks on the bench between Mom's outstretched legs.

I scooted until we were face to face, we kissed, and she smiled and looked down. I hooked my thumbs under her shirt and rolled the sweaty thing up. Sienna raised her arms, finishing removing her shirt while I went back for the sports bra. Only when that was thrown to the floor did I use each sock to bind each of her outstretched wrists to each equipment arm.

I feasted on her nipples as I completed the task.

"Close your eyes Sienna," I ordered. There was this special little smile as she did so. I worked off her shoes, socks and pants – she'd gone commando. As I pulled off each article of clothing, I traced my fingers over her flesh with the occasional lick as well.

I wasn't sure what Sienna thought with me sneaking off for a few seconds but she didn't feel me until I hoisted her hips up so that she was sitting on my thighs, my cock between us. I bowed my body several times, sucking in one tit then the other. I would twirl the areola and withdraw onto the tip before switching. Right when I had Sienna hooked I picked up my torture for the moment and took aim.

Sienna had purloined one of those water bottles with the artificial ice core so this was truly cold water. I squirted the nipple I had just left and Sienna gasped and hopped in my lap. She almost spoke but one of our rules for her was silence unless she raised a finger for attention. I set the bottle aside and turned my attention to fingering her slit lightly while still sucking her nipples.

I could read the anticipation in her flesh and its hypersensitivity. The nipples became as tough as hard rubber which allowed me to chew on them and flick the tip with my tongue. I still had a schedule to keep but for this session I allowed my senses greater time to soak Mom in. Heidi was right; Sienna has a sensitive anus but not in the way Heidi's was. 

Mom liked her rear was tantalized but her truest joy was in vaginal intercourse – a straight forward ravishing. Then there were her earlobes being nibbled while my stubble raked her neck, licking around her breasts and having her upper body struggle against restraints. Then I picked up the bottle once more and dribbled some ice water on her and she squealed. 

I quickly grabbed her left hip, pulled her up and impaled her on my cock. Mom hissed with pleasure and rocked her stomach and hips forward to help me enter her faster. I kept my left hand cupping her thick left butt cheek to pull her up so she could go slamming down, hungrily devouring my penis.

We kissed intensely and I sucked on her neck and bit it. She began shuddering and gulping down desperate breathes of air; so close to coming. That's when I sprayed our point of joining with a stream of icy water, mainly catching her fiery clit. Sienna howled then clenched her teeth. I dropped the bottle before vigorously massaging her frozen clit.

Four deep, ragged breaths later, she gave another hiss as her whole body tensed then she screamed out with a long 'Aaahhh' and thrashing her body about. I kept pounding her until Sienna was nearly spent and I held her tight and let her soak up my warmth.

"I'm untying you now then you are going to finish me off," I commanded. 

Sienna nodded, somewhat dazed. I had to guide her arms down and then move her leg over the bench so she could suck my cock. Once my cock touched her lips, Sienna coaxed me in with suction and her tongue. Her hand came to rest on my hips to better control how much she took me in. I matched that by putting both hands on her head to keep it where I wanted it.

Sienna never fought me for control, instead using her hands to make me aware of how she was holding up. Once she'd given my cockhead and shaft a good going over with her lips and tongue, she began sucking more of my rod down her throat. There has to be something said bout bobbing your penis passed your partner's gag reflexes.

"Cumming," I exhaled. Sienna dropped her hands to her side allowing total control over her. I fed her a bit more meat than started to shoot my seed down her gullet. Sienna swallowed like a champ so that after five blasts I started to withdraw. I drew her right arm up until she was coddling my balls and cleaning me up.

Finally she raised a finger for attention.

"You may open your eyes, Sienna, and talk," I said evenly.

"Damn this bitch feels good – Joshua," Sienna grinned mischievously. "Are we going to make a habit of this?"

"We'll see! It depends on whether you can get me rock hard." I snorted my own amusement.

"In that case I plan to get filled up by that cock a lot," she winked, "any way you want me, blindfolded, hands cuffed behind my back and knees, or spread eagle on your bed, or bent over the..." Sienna taunted me with the visual imagery.

My cock dutifully hardened as she went on about the positions she would gladly assume for me and the punishments she would endure on my behalf to fulfill her role as my mate-mother-bitch.

"But not right now," I cut her off. "I need to update some projects and Heidi and I are doing some shopping – it is a surprise – and then more work."

"Well, I've updated your" she got off as she started to get dressed. She'd bent over and I whipped that fine ass with my shirt. "Ow!" Sienna jumped up, tits swaying and flesh tensing before she covered her vulnerable, reddened buttocks.

"Mine," I pointed out. Sienna lowered her eyes and nodded but I knew she wasn't done with me.

Sienna knelt by the bench, laid her head down on it so she could watch me then waited. Her breasts plunged like ripe fruit and her ass, one cheek streaked, sat there invitingly. I walked up and stroked the unmarred buttock.

"Seriously, this is unfair," I patted her thickly muscled and fatty covered tush. "I have to get to work but I'm going to settle with this backside soon enough."

"I hope so Joshua," she smirked, "I really hope so."

Mom got dressed and finished her routine while I went up to take a quick shower and got to work. I would get the information from Manila by Saturday, so I was down to two projects which were pretty much finished. Breaking off to see Heidi wasn't a problem. I kissed Mom who was off to see her Parole Officer for her first visit – much fun was expected.

(The Bastille)

Picking up Heidi was no problem and the place was only three blocks from her workplace. It was a 'lifestyle' shop that catered to BDSM clientele. Heidi had been there before and believed it would have the better selection. We walked into 'the Bastille', Heidi skipping off ahead while I took in the people that were giving us the once over.

Two guys and a woman gave me what I assumed was a challenging stare. I had no desire to determine who was top dog because I was here for my ladies; nothing more. Heidi was gleefully running around the cavernous space. I discovered there was a whole host of furniture and accessories I had never considered. Out of the blue, a woman backed into me.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," the woman pleaded as her eyes went from contact to looking to the floor. "Beat me but please don't hit me in the face," she pleaded. The thing was she was dressed in a pinstripe grey jacket, skirt with a deep red shirt on.

"I will not beat you," I insisted, "and is your – Dom around?"

"She is close by," the woman said softly. I was working out the next statement when I saw Heidi looking my way; fearful and unsure which confused me.

"What is your name?" I asked the Sub.

"Nadia, Master," she answered.

"I am no one's master Nadia, I'm Joshua, and I want you to tell your Mistress this accident has happened, okay?" I asked. "I think my Sub needs me right now."

"Y-yes," she stuttered then watched me walk over to Heidi.

"Heidi?" I questioned her.

"You weren't concerned about this One?" Heidi worried.

"You aren't allowed to doubt my control over you. That reminds me – let's get a specific paddle for each of you," I changed up the conversation.

"Yes Ma-Joshua," Heidi perked up a tiny bit. "We going to test them out here? Just to be sure," she added as she attempted to insert some of her usefulness to me.

"I wouldn't do it any other way," I stated, "Loved One." She stuttered slightly then her smile grew.

"Gasoline – fire," I muttered as she took off. Heidi knew the moment she bent over and wiggled that ass my way I had little hope but to obey my true nature. She was so blissfully happy she didn't catch sight of the man cutting a path her way.

"Hey Heidi," he grabbed her wrist painfully.

"Bryant – no," she gasped piteously. The guy, who had been at the front door, didn't seem to consider me much of a threat because he let me get right up on him.

"She's with me now so you had better let go," I stated with a calm I didn't feel.

"Heidi's a happy little community pet, Buddy," Bryant smirked. "She's everybody's treat."

"I wasn't requesting you to let go, whoever the fuck you are," I rumbled from deep within, "I was telling you to let her go now." Too late he turned on me. Several people were watching us though only one seemed ready to assist – a woman in a red latex bodysuit, but she was a distance away.

"Or what?" he mocked me. 

I'd been a good guy about this until this point but he'd hit my bullshit threshold in a big way. My left hand grabbed Bryant's wrist with such force I could hear his bones grinding together. My right hand grabbed the top of his throat, driving his voice box into his spine, choking him and jacking him up onto his toes.

"Let me put this in a way you can understand then, Dumbass," I growled. "Let go of MY woman right now or I'm going to rip off your left arm and beat you with it like the little bitch you are – that's the 'or what' – clear enough?"

He let go of Heidi and I let go of him. Bryant staggered back but looked ready to come back for a second helping. I could destroy this thug but I was here for Heidi, not my damn ego. Heidi snuck behind me stealthily.

"What is the problem?" the lady in red latex demanded. I was still trying to figure out who was who and what the rules where when Bryant spoke up.

"I was just looking at this pet-slave," Bryant glared at me.

"She's my lady and my family, not my slave which you would have found out if you had asked when you saw her come in with me, you Idiot," I shot back.

"Have you ever been here – or to any store like this?" The Lady asked me.

"First time," I confirmed. "Heidi brought me here because I asked for a few things – namely a few leashes, collars and paddles." I opted for the truth and only partially because of the woman in red who also seemed to be the owner and/or manager; there was a second, well-dressed woman close by observing me.

"Since this is the first time, I'll let you off with a warning. Keep your Submissive close by unless you are willing to have a little petting going on," the woman in Latex said. "I'm Mercurial Bonaventure – this is my store."

"Your parents clearly didn't love you," I responded which earned a few chuckles.

"You owe me an apology," Bryan rubbed his wrist.

"Oh do I?" I mused. "I apologize for starting off with conversation when clearly a swift pop to the eye was called for," I seethed. "You missed an epic ass-whooping by three seconds, Dipshit, so take your token victory and slink off while you still can because being permanently tossed from Ms. Bonaventure's establishment won't ruin my day the way having your leather jockstrap rammed so far up your ass you can taste it will ruin yours."

I took a step toward Bryan and he stumbled back, looking embarrassed and left.

"You are treading hard on my good side Mister..." Mercurial stated.

"My name is Joshua Beverly and I always believe in non-violent conflict resolution as a first choice, but if you tread on me or mine and don't back off, I'm going to make my message clear with the application of force," I noted.




The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 04



"I know that name," the second woman said. "My name is Dr. Ophelia Murdoch."

"How did you meet Heidi, because she is known to me and I've seen her here in various states of care?" Mercurial spoke as well.

"She came to me by dint of her own courage but you would have to ask her for the entire story because all I care for is that she's with me now," I said.

Heidi did a damn fine job of burrowing into my underarm. It took me a moment to realize she was giving me a timid hug, not trying to hide.

"Heidi?" the Doctor inquired.

"I met him at my place of work," Heidi started barely at a mumble but picked up volume slowly. "I showed up at his home that night, uninvited, and he has owned me ever since." 

"He disciplines me regularly, he buys me clothes to wear, feeds me and makes me sleep at his side in bed – our bed," she said softly. "He is my home now." I'm her home? I was surprised to hear her declare it but there it was.

"Heidi – kiss," I pointed to my lips. Heidi came around and kissed my lightly on the lips leaving me devoid of that hint of playfulness I associated with our embraces.

"Now, I believe you have some collars and leashes to select," I reminded her. She bowed her head obediently, turned to go. I smacked her bottom before she could escape causing Heidi to look over her shoulder somewhat confused. "Don't forget the paddles," I met her faltering gaze and winked.

"Yes Ma-Joshua," she showed a tiny spark of the woman I loved before she slinked away.

"Is there a place I can test these out?" I said to Mercurial as the three of us watched her scurrying form.

"Of course – we have several barstools you can bend her over or one of three sofas she can recline in your lap," Mercurial exhibited her shop. "I have to go now but take care, Joshua. It has been a treat," she gave me a provocative look.

"So are there other etiquette rules I should be aware of?" I asked Dr. Murdoch.

"Several but primarily know who is a Submissive, a Dominate, or a Switch," she smiled. "Some people's instincts are not so good and some participants aren't so sure. I never suspected you of being in the lifestyle though."

"Do we know each other?" I questioned.

"Not personally but I've made a study of extreme levels of trust," she grinned.

"It isn't as hard or mysterious as you make it out to be," I shrugged. "You never ask anyone to take a level of trust in you that you yourself would never take in them. An emotional bond heightens that trust – end of story."

Ophelia laughed.

"For you maybe but for..." she looked over to the woman who had bumped into me when I first arrived. "Yes Nadia?" she acknowledged the lady. Ophelia – Mistress/Nadia – Submissive.

"Mistress, I walked into this man and he told me to talk with you," Nadia answered meekly. I wondered how long she'd been snooping around since I had first met her mistress.

"Oh really," paused Ophelia. "I imagine you could discipline her for me, if you like Joshua." I had to think that one over. This was more than an invitation to cause some random humiliation to this woman; it was a test diverted my way by this society which I didn't really know I wanted to be a part of.

"Come here," I beckoned Nadia. The moment she arrived I reached out and coaxed her shirt covered, bra-less nipples which grew with each stroke.

"Should we go somewhere private for this?" I asked Ophelia. I caught a flicker of the eyes from Ophelia to Nadia.

"She deserves a little public display of submission," Ophelia informed me. I went back to working her nipples for a few seconds before unbuttoning the third, fourth and fifth buttons (the first two were already undone) and pushed her shirt open so I could savage her small breasts and deeply-rich red nipples.

I would pull each of her small nipples out with my teeth and flicker my tongue over the nub. I went back and forth until Nadia's breathing became intense and labored.

"Is she close?" I asked Ophelia.

"Very," she replied with a smile.

"Okay," I said as I stood up and pulled her shirt together though remaining unbuttoned. "Nadia, don't play with yourself or rub against anybody or anything. Whatever you do, don't orgasm."

Nadia gave a choked sob and looked desperately at me and her mistress. Ophelia ignored her.

"Not bad for a beginner, Joshua," Ophelia remarked.

"Oh, I'm not done yet," I grinned. "Heidi," I called out in a slightly louder voice. Twenty seconds later Heidi came up taking short dainty steps with her head lowered. I had to go 'what the fuck – where is my Heidi?' My plan went out the window and I must have appeared somewhat flummoxed to Dr. Murdoch.

"Nadia, help Heidi find what she needs, Every fifteen seconds you must have Heidi lick each nipple – you can keep rubbing them but don't you dare cum," Ophelia commanded. "Now get to it, you two." She had treaded on my turf, so to speak, but I had no answer except to retreat from this place and I couldn't see Heidi forgiving herself for that.

"What have I missed?" I quietly asked Murdoch.

"Most relationships – healthy 'alternative' relationships involve one dominant and one submissive. It is quite possible for there to be one or even two more Subs but the more you have the greater the emotional needs a Dom must fulfill,' she instructed. 

Fuck – I was looking at three and my track record in meeting the emotional needs of others wasn't grand.

"That is the health dynamic," Ophelia continued. "If a Submissive has no anchoring Dom, he or she is subject to the will and wants of whatever Dom takes them on but there is no emotional commitment on the Dom's side."

"What does the Sub get out of it then?" I questioned. "Why not leave?"

"Anything that stimulates the brain is akin to a drug, Mr. Beverly," she answered. "They fall down into a spiral in their subconscious were they can't get out because their desires tell them this is the only way they can feed their submissive instincts."

"It is like drug addiction," I muttered.

"Except in Heidi's case she found someone to end that spiral in you," Ophelia smiled. "I really think that when you say you love Heidi you really do and that you are giving her the pain and dominance her psyche craves."

"Then what just happened here?" I queried.

"Heidi has been fixture around here for over a year, tossed around between very many circles, kept in closets and boxes for a few weeks then traded away," Dr. Murdoch laid out the miserable tale. "She seems to have made a turnaround with you; in fact, she appears to be your guide in the Dominant/Submissive lifestyle," Ophelia postulated. 

"I'll warn you of this: she's a handful and I know she's had some troubles with some of the clients of this establishment. They have used her and now that you are starting to build her back up they will try again." I could tell she was in psychoanalytical mode. 

"Those days are gone and I would appreciate it if you spread the word around," I asked. "I'll fight for Heidi because she's worth fighting for."

"A little macho posturing is expected," she nodded.

"That's not posturing," I corrected her. "If this means I show up at someone's house and make them let me take her home, so be it."

"If I have to break someone up, then that is what I'll do," I continued. "If someone needs to be shown to the emergency room, I'll do what is required. This isn't a game – I love her and she's been dealt a rough hand, so please believe me when I say she's worth any amount of pain on my part. My Mom thinks the World of Heidi and she's a notorious character."

"As long as you don't leave her too much room to become trapped in her old ways of thinking you might do well," Dr. Murdoch offered some advice, then, "I thought your mother was in prison? A very famous double-murder - when did that change?"

"Mom got out earlier this week

"Affection can be confused with possessiveness," she mused.

"I have a back-stop to keep that from happening," I grimaced. I wasn't going to mention Mom but I knew I could trust her to keep both of them plus Natalie on the love-side of the equation.

"I'm only warning you that she might expect a level of degradation because that's what has been what's enforced upon her for so long," Murdoch clarified her warning.

I had to think about that for a second. Rattle-snake quick I grabbed her left arm and spun her around to the side and swatted her ass. A millisecond later, she attempted to twist my arm back and deliver a counter-strike but I was too fast for her and pulled back. She stared at me with hard eyes for a second.

"You don't want to be spanked again, do you?" I stared back.

"There is a reason I'm a psychiatrist Mr. Beverly; psychology is not so simple that not just anyone can do it," she responded.

"If it makes you feel better about yourselves, its good – if it reinforces your unwanted pain, its bad," I kept a steady gaze. "I learned that in Kindergarten."

"What is it that you do Joshua?" she changed the direction of her aggression.

"I'm an architect; inside twenty-four hours and with the proper software I could have you building a work shed to code," I promised. "Not every project is as complex as the Guggenheim Museum, Dr. Murdoch."

"Heidi needs to find that strength inside her to bring her pain to the surface and deal with it. I owe her the time to find that strength. Everyone carries the same load and everyone shares in carrying it. Heidi's my family and my partner and I see the world through those shared eyes. I learned that in basic training."

"I would like to talk to you in depth at some later date," Ophelia regarded me.

"Me, me and Heidi, or me and both Heidi and Mom?" I requested.

"You mentioned a family; are the others aware of your lifestyle?" she responded.

"You could say that," I stated, shielding my emotions as much as possible.

Nadia came up leading Heidi in nipple clips linked together by a fine brass chain. I noticed that Nadia's control over Heidi was a universal improvement for my girl; in this case, getting a matching set of nipple clips she proudly wore. Whether Nadia had a unique technique for aiding her fellow Sub, or perhaps, like Heidi, she was so in tuned with her own submissive nature that she empathized with other Subs on a subconscious level, delving into their favorite agonizes and thresholds.

"Nipple clips," Nadia offered up several sets of the items. "She was drawn to them."

"Your girl did well," I commented to Ophelia. "I didn't ask for them though."

"A classic case of creating the crime for the punishment provided," Dr. Murdoch informed me, then deftly swatted my ass. "I owed you one," she whispered.

"Agreed," I nodded. "I'll stop teaching psychology and you agree to not build any bridges."

"An acceptable resolution," she conceded. 

"As for Heidi – I call it throwing gasoline on a fire," I continued. "I'm afraid there is going to be a whole lot of spanking going on tonight – but unless Heidi begs for the nipple clips, they go to someone else."

Heidi could barely look up past her bangs and shuffling feet but didn't speak.

"Now let's go look at those paddles," I turned on Nadia who made eye contact. She gave them over and I examined each in turn, occasionally Heidi stealing glances my way and taking minute steps to be at my side.

"Concerning one of these sets of clips and chains, if you have a use for them – they've already been used on your girl," I shrugged but Ophelia saw through my charade.

"Oh, I will probably have her wear them to work for the rest of the day and have all her coworkers think she's a perpetually horny slut," Dr. Murdoch gave a predatory grin.

"Heidi, we are going to check out those collars and leashes and that will determine how much paddling there will be. Damn it, this may have to continue on tonight when you get home," I tried to get her interest.

I checked out the several leashes. The first one I chose was white and black leather thin leather straps weaved together – that going to be Heidi's and she exhibited her first sign of pleasure. 

For Mom I chose a black leather with metal studs but with a special feature that allowed the wrist strip to separate in two, allowing for the binding of the hands front or back. The third choice was pink with white feathery fringe, sating and very soft and comforting to the touch – almost a training leash. Without a doubt, this final one felt right for my gentle sister Natalie – something she would feel safe surrendering to. 

The collars were also fit to the individual; Heidi's was glossy leather with a white frill that reminded me of a bondage French Maid's outfit. I knew she had chosen this one for herself and she began vibrating in her five inch platform heels when I chose it and was going to have a white suede name sewn in with Heidi on the right and Freak on the left. 

Heidi stretched to the very limit of our game's boundaries to get me to 'come up with the Freak' side of the collar. She ended up on her knees at the counter, kissing my crotch through the fabric of my slacks as I went through words and phrases with Mercurial. Mom got 'Momma Bitch' in brass studs. Natalie got 'Owned Slut' bracketed by angel wings. Mercurial shook her head.

"Promise me this one is of legal age?" she requested.

"Well past twenty," I assured her. "She's just very shy and unsure of our relationship."

"Oh...fine, take this paddle to Heidi," Mercurial handed one over sagely. "It is the one she deserves." In my experience, experts didn't know everything but they knew a whole lot about numerous things you needed to know.

I had to leave the collars to be personalized but the whips and paddles went into a bag. I had barely taken a seat on the club's sofa before Heidi was lying across my lap and had flipped her skirt up exposing her butt.

"This is not how I want you," I stated angrily. Heidi looked over her shoulder at me.

"Hands on the ground," I demanded. That done I picked up her closest leg and drew it up, past my head until I had a view straight to her panties with her knees on either side of my elbows. I pulled her underwear until each edge disappeared into her butt crack. Now her ass was really exposed and I laid into each cheek with gusto, chanting a whispered 'best ever' for each spank. 

Seventeen blows rained down until Heidi's butt was red and her face was tear-marred with mascara and rouge. I re-adjusted her underwear carefully to minimize pain then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up until Heidi was sitting in my lap.

"It really hurts," she whispered. "Do you still love me? Did I do something wrong to make you leave?"

"I love you no matter what, Heidi," I whispered back as I wrapped my arms around her. "I told you I would take care of you and I am. I haven't wanted you to leave since you showed up at my door and I doubt that will ever change. I'm with you no matter what."

"Oh," she tried to wearily wiggle in my lap but winced instead. We stood, I went to pay and we headed out the door. 

Before I got out, I brushed into Dr. Ophelia Murdoch and Nadia once more. She turned and smiled.

"I hope you won't be a stranger," she displayed perfect poise as she slipped a small bag into my jack's inner pocket – nipple clamps, no doubt. It also had something that turned out to be a business card.

Heidi stayed smotheringly close as we walked back to her work. Heidi was in no shape to work so I called her boss, who asked me to make sure the shop was locked up and she'd come in later.

Heidi kept to herself while I closed up, only talking when we came to the streets that lined our neighborhood.

"Give me another chance and I won't let you down, Master – Joshua. Please." Without a doubt – a freak. My adorable pleasurable freak. "You've been bad and I will have to punishment you." She remained pretty detached until I got her in the door.

"Home," she moaned.

I put Heidi to bed then returned to the first floor so I could download some schematics on one of my projects soon to reach completion. Fifteen minutes later she was down at my office door, peeking inside. I pointed her to the love seat, where she curled up and waited. In the throes of a brainstorm, I left the room, brought out one of my air mattresses and directed her to use a hand pump to get it ready.

A few minutes later, she had the air cot ready and I had her get two blankets and a pillow too. My initial plan was to set her beside the love seat across from me in the small room then some of the words Dr. Murdoch told me breached my old, worried self. I got her a tall bottle of water and an uncooked bagel. I pulled her right beside my chair where my feet might clip her if I wasn't careful.

She toyed with her food even then, still uncertain so I pulled off my shirt, full of my scent, and dropped it in her lap. She balled up the shirt, stared at me and finally smiled once more. She breathed deeply from that simple piece of cloth then curled around it and finally found that desperately needed sleep. For me – it was back to work.

(Nighttime)

We were doing a strange (for me and Mom) experiment tonight. We had piled up blankets, spare pillows, and seat/sofa cushions in a jumble on the basement floor. I reclined against the sofa while Mom lay on my left side, watching her cop-u-drama as opposed to the police procedurals she normally ferretted out. One finger tugged lightly on the chain for her nipple clips – a new experience for her.

Heidi was curled up on my right, her hair still damp where she'd dyed her roots white once more. I supposed in some karmic way that made up for her reddened backside. Heidi was curled up enough so that her lips could play with the angry right nipple on Mom's bountiful bosom. I was currently applying cold cream to my girls butt cheeks and she was purring like a kitten.

The weird thing was that we were all naked. My anxiety level was a bit high but Mom had slowly let her inhibitions go. Heidi's earlier post-Bastille behavior had relented as Mom did the thing that gave Heidi an anchor – she kept Heidi on a short leash and busy, mixing affectionate rewards with strong discipline when Heidi 'screwed up'. 

I dipped into the cold cream for another forefinger of glop when Sienna moved her hand from the nipple chain to stroking Heidi's hair. I hovered my finger over the proper spot above the seam in Heidi's ass cheeks. I gauged my mark and drove my finger in. Her sphincter wasn't going to be cracking any walnuts but put up a spirited resistance none the less.

"Oh cold – Oh COLD!" she squealed as the salve got shoved into her anal reaches. Instinctively she tried to pull away but my advantages in strength and speed resulted in me hooking her deep. Heidi looked up at me with tear-rimmed eyes.

"It is really cold," she peeped. I wormed my finger around.

"Eeep! That's really, really cold," she exhaled.

"You've been getting a bit mopey," I pointed out.

"Yes – yes I have," she agreed with some relief. It was my way of saying this afternoon wasn't going to get in the way of us being us. 

She kissed my ribs then worked her lips down to my belly button. Unfortunately, body mechanics wouldn't allow me to keep my finger in and allow Heidi to get to the position she wanted to go.

"I can't reach," she pleaded to me.

"I'll take care of that," Mom took in the situation and wickedly grinned. She rubbed Heidi's left flank, distracting her, while kissing the back of Heidi's neck. At the crucial moment, Sienna wedged Heidi out of the way and wrapped a hand around my very lively penis. She dived straight down on the glans, tightening her lips once she touched the shaft.

"No fair," Heidi begged. "I've been so bad to him today. Let him ram his meat down my throat like the slut I am."

"Mu snew mu lews," Sienna muttered. I guessed that was 'you snooze, you lose'. Heidi looked to me in desperate appeal. I met her gaze and snapped my fingers for attention when she tried to look away.




The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 04



I imagined she felt humbled and unappreciated for the first two minutes when I gave her a wink.

"Reach behind Sienna and feel her up," I directed Heidi. Heidi tentatively took to the task; not to humble her but to spread the pleasure. Heidi began to relish the pleasure, given and received, painful or playful. She stroked from Sienna's tailbone to beyond my sight but Sienna was liking it.

I did some rapid thrusts into Heidi's rectum before bringing a second finger into the fun.

"Touch Sienna's pussy," I directed Heidi. She worked three fingers in then drew them up for my inspection. Sienna sighed happily.

"Now spank that ass and finger-fuck my Mom," I commanded as I ran my hand to Heidi's left nipple clamp and started twisting it.

I had figured out that nipple clamps could be hellishly painful (though getting Heidi to confess what was what had been torturous) but I now knew what was painful for her and what might actually hurt her. For half an hour afterwards she had that kind of clingy playfulness that I was becoming addicted to – like I had done something really good for her.

Soon Heidi had rested her head on Mom's back, listening to her breathing and heart-rate while spanking her huge, inviting ass cheeks. She was also paying attention to Mom's signals to map out Sienna's orgasmic triggers and soon was working them over intently. Lucky me, Sienna retaliated by gobbling my cock all the way down, nose in my pubes and slurping up my meat greedily and lubricating the shaft with her spit.

"Oh fuck, Sienna!" I howled, overwhelmed in the moment and forgetting to warn her. Hot semen pumped up her throat, gagged her, and she spewed it back down. Heidi figured out Sienna's distress quickly and raised her head off Sienna's back, allowing Mom to get on all fours, coughing up the mess in her trachea.

"God damn it, Joshua, I'm so sorry," Mom pleaded like my lack of a warning had been her fault.

"Cum like the hot prison bitch you are, Sienna," I mastered the situation. "Heidi is going to break you in and then you two are both going to clean me up, damn it."

"Heidi, don't let her rest," I drilled her eyes. "After all, the more time you spend on her, the more time I'm going to have to punish her later – only her pussy and lips though."

Heidi reached for Sienna's right check, pulled her head around and began lapping up the cum and saliva there. Her hand was working like an epileptic blender and two minor tremors wracked Sienna's mature muscled form then she hissed out an orgasm and Heidi looked my way, eyes more akin to the electric laughter I knew was within her. 

She didn't wait for Sienna's moment of fatigue to lapse, falling on my mostly rigid cock like a rabid minx. When she decided to give Sienna a moment cleansing me, Heidi seemed virtually angelic.

"I am so glad I get to play with Sienna, Joshua," Heidi sighed. It took that to mean being 'top' to Sienna.

"Kitten," Sienna exhaled a deep breath, "I'm so happy you are part of the family," which caused Heidi to kiss Sienna on the lips then give me an embrace full of longing and warmth. By the time we came up for air, Sienna was done though she continued to plant kisses on my phallus and lower stomach.

"That's some good dick," she murmured, recalling her handful of years with my Dad – when he wasn't being a total bastard.

"Mm hmm," Heidi agreed. "He is the best I've ever had." I knew she said it to make me feel good and it worked. 

I felt pretty proud of myself and of how I'd grown more responsible and confident in my strength.

"Bedtime," I announced as Mom's show went to the 'next week' teaser.

"Do I have to wear clothes to bed tonight?" Heidi asked innocently.

"Yes; full body latex suit, suspended from the ceiling like a spider," I answered authoritatively. Mom and Heidi drew up short somewhat taken with the idea.

"No you two," I threw my arms up high. "Mom with night shirt, underwear and those comfort handcuffs. Heidi you get to wear either a bodice or stockings and garter belt. First you two clean up here while I'll check the e-mails."

"Would you be angry if I wanted to wear both," Heidi inquired sheepishly. When I stopped to think about it, I was bombarded with, "Please, please, please," around the volume of a sprite's prayer.

"If I let you wear both tonight, I'm picking out what you wear tomorrow," I glared. Heidi looked gob-smacked.

"No," she replied in a small voice. "I'll wear the stocking, garter belt and be good."

"Pity," Mom chuckled, "that would be the only way to see her in that Beige Power Suit you made her buy. I actually want to use my black one sometime soon Joshua."

"We still need a good tattoo place," I reminded her. "Can you find one?"

"Sure; not every contact I made in Marymount was part of the gang. If it is a place in New Jersey, you and – well you can give blood immediately," Mom shrugged.

We chuckled and parted ways on that bizarre note. Soon enough we had gathered in our sleeping spots. Mom had said her good-nights and gone away; sleeping alone meant no handcuffs. 

Heidi tossed and turned with me for a bit when I divined the problem. I got up while she watched, got three pillows to fence Heidi in next to me then resumed my sleeping position.

"I'm sorry for missing Sienna, Joshua," Heidi trembled. "Are you going to make me sleep on the cold, hard floor?"

"I think she gave us the night alone because she loves you so much she wanted to give you some time when it is just you and me," I confided. "To be truthful, I fucked her pretty hard this morning and I think she loved it. Now cuddle close to me and keep me warm, damn it. That's what I want and you had better do what I want, right?" I barked.

"Of course Joshua," she shivered. I had to drag Heidi's left leg and arm over my body but once she was there she clearly relaxed.

"Can I ask you an impertinent question?" she shook slightly.

"When you act with blind obedience, you steal from me your creativity that I cherish," I laid down the law. "If you are mine, you give me everything and you expect my best too."

"Do you want to disappoint me?" I asked softly.

"No," she gasped. "Please believe that your happiness is all that matters to me...ah and Sienna's happiness to," she added all on her own.

"I'm glad," I rubbed my nose against her nose, "because she'd spank you like a monkey if you said her name first."

"You laugh when you are afraid," she whispered that revelation, "like you get so quiet before you ready yourself to work violence."

"It was something I learned when I was in high school – when my mind and body got ready for pain I shut down every emotion and anything else that interfered with my reactions and planning."

She gazed at me quizzically. I nodded and she hugged me tightly. "It lets you be strong and fearless when you need to be. It helps me trust you the better I know you. I also bet Sienna was ecstatic that you've moved passed your foolish taboo. Isn't love the most important thing?"

"Only if you get to see that I am becoming more aggressive in our relationships and I love you for your part in it," I pointed out.

"Okay," she whimpered, hating to admit that I didn't want her as a doormat, but as a lover and her own woman – kooky but well worth it. Of course a warm Heidi rubbing against me had the inevitable physical reaction. "Are you going to play with my poor burnt up little bottom?"

"Nope – crawl over me, get a condom, put it on me then mount me cowgirl," I instructed her. "Those breasts look so inviting and ignored, except for those tender nipples and I'm going to get those too."

Heidi nearly burned the skin off my body as she vaulted off of me. Fifteen minutes later our sweaty bodies stuck together and sexuality hung heavy in the air.

"If I'm gone when you wake up, what will you do?" Heidi panted.

"Go looking for you, Heidi," I answered. She kissed me at the spot where the shoulder, chest and arm met before drifting off to sleep.

The doorbell roused me from a sound sleep. Heidi was still groggy when I slipped on my shorts, took my .40 from the bed stand and headed to the front. Sienna gave me a look from the door to check and see if I wanted her to lie low or back me up. My nod told her I felt I'd be okay...or at least okay long enough for her to get another gun and come to my rescue.

The windows were telling me that a steady rain was coming down. I practiced a trick Mom had taught me in one of our casual moments. I cut on the hall light and took an old hat from the closet and waved it over the peephole light. See, people outside can see the beam of light being cut off and if they wish me ill will, they might assume that disruption was caused by my head.

No one shot so I looked out. It was Natalie – with a carry-on over a shoulder, a rolling suitcase by her side and an umbrella overhead. I dumped the pistol into the top shelf of the closet and opened the door.

"Natalie, are you okay?" I stepped out on the stoop and pulled her tightly to me. She didn't resist as I trundled her inside.

"Joshua, I want to come home," Natalie shivered and choked down a sob.

"I want you to be sure Natalie that I want you – all of you, no restrictions," I stated. Natalie nodded but was fearful of meeting my gaze.

"You look pretty soaked," which wasn't terribly true, "so I want you to sleep in my bed tonight with Heidi. She'll be good, you know her and she'll be able to answer any questions that come up in the night."

"You don't' want to – right now?" she seemed confused and a little hurt.

"Two things Natalie: the final word is always mine and I don't want a worn out, scared and conflicted Sister – I want my Sister, Natalie Beverly; sensual and totally mine."

"I – we are really going to do this aren't we," she murmured dream-like.

"Do you have a shift tomorrow?" I inquired.

"No," she whispered.

"All the better – we will have some time to make you mine," I stated.

"Huh?" she gulped.

"That's code for me to figure out what your body enjoys and you to become comfortable doing the same for me," I grinned down at her. "Also, I'm Joshua. That's the only title or name I'll ever need. Likewise, you are always Natalie, Mom is Mom, Heidi is my 'top' submissive so you can trust her to look after you and treat her like a Sister at all times."

"I'm not so sure about Mom yet," Natalie hesitated. I had to think on that one a second.

"If she ever bothers you, go to Heidi and Heidi will deal with Sienna. It is what she does," I assured my Sister. I picked up the luggage, put her umbrella in the stand and shepherded her upstairs to my room.

Heidi had the covers pulled up tight to her chin which made her eyes look even larger and more innocent.

"Hey Heidi," Natalie said somewhat unsteadily.

"Heidi, you got the stockings and garters so Natalie gets the bodice," I explained to my top.

"Hello Natalie and yes sir," Heidi popped out of bed and slithered between me and Natalie on her way to Natalie's room where such things in Natalie's size were stored.

"You will look great," Heidi soothed my Sister.

"Hi – what – what bodice?" Natalie stammered.

"I say who wears what around the house," I told Natalie, "and you must trust me to never foolishly humiliate you. Trust is key."

"I trust you Joshua," she said as she folded into my arms. I had to let go of her luggage but it was worth it. Natalie got a yawn off before Heidi returned with a white corseted bodice that contrasted nicely with Heidi's black stockings.

"I'm going to wear this to bed?" Natalie said. She struggled to sound apprehensive but I could tell she was much more curious.

"That and only that," I affirmed. "No underwear either."

"What if Mom sees me like this?" Natalie asked in a hushed tone as she started to disrobe.

"So what?" I looked at her questioningly. "You are certainly covering more than Heidi."

"What if Mom wears something like this," my sister, the doctor was figuring things out.

"Would you like to see that?" I offered.

"No! – I'm not sure," she stammered. "I mean, how much of her is – bulk – and how much is muscle?"

"Next time you talk to Teela you can say that Mom is mostly muscle but she carries some extra padding on her hips and ass," I described Mom. "I want her to grow her hair long but otherwise she's pretty delicious to look at."

Natalie stared, open eyed, at me then looked at Heidi who did what Heidi does when uncertain – she showered the conundrum with kisses. This time one kiss sufficed.

"Oh," Natalie gazed upon Heidi in a different way. "Oh," she repeated.

"Joshua," Heidi shuffled toward me, "can I spend some time with Natalie – alone?" Sometimes listening to one's top is crucial in delicate situations, or so I hoped. I gave a nod then left. Seven minutes later, Heidi tip-toed over to Natalie's room where I was waiting after unpacking her clothes.

Heidi took me by the hand and led me back to my room. Natalie was sitting there with her white corseted bodice laced up and exerting great deal of willpower to not dive beneath the covers. Idly I noted that Heidi had removed the pillow 'island' too. I kissed Heidi, gave her bottom one good spanking (on a spot that wasn't bright red) and sent her daintily off to the other side of the bed.

I walked up to Natalie and with gentle, steady pressure opened her legs.

"Beautiful," I commented softly while savoring the view. Natalie looked away and blushed. I put a finger to her chin and brought her gaze back. I leaned in and Natalie thrust up to meet me. We kissed like what we were, starved teenagers who had loved but never dared show it – now given a second shot at life.

"Good night, Natalie," I whispered then ushered her beneath the covers. I kissed her once more, cut off the lights on the way out and retired to Natalie's room for a restful night sleep. I hadn't won anything. I had Natalie, not as a trophy but as a mate and I had so many challenges and rewards advancing toward me with the Sun. 



The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 05



Thanks to Shawhollow and Steve for editing and Talonwolf for tons of stuff

*The greater the fear in the depths, the greater the joy when we come out the other side*

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It felt too early to be six am but it had been a tough night. It was still grey outside; the rose colored pattern of dawn hadn't displaced it yet. I padded my way to my room where Heidi and Natalie were supposedly sleeping. Instead I heard hushed voices and even a giggle. Apparently the two youngest members of the family were up and talking.

"Excuse me," I said in a stern voice as I stepped in the room. "What's going on here and why aren't you two getting ready for breakfast?"

"Seriously?" Natalie pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at me.

"I apologize," Heidi went to a kneeling position, her head lowered with her long white hair masking her features. Patience was what I felt was needed.

"Natalie, we all eat breakfast and dinner together," I explained. "Heidi, get the paddles." Heidi slunk away quietly, still haunted by the episode at the fetish shop. The thing was, she was having fun with Natalie, I could tell it. She came back and gave me Natalie's and her paddles.

"Assume the position," I commanded. Natalie stared at me again as Heidi braced her hands against the bed and presented her ass.

Mentally I projected a scream at Heidi 'You are the top, act like it!' but I had to hold back. It must have been telepathy because suddenly Heidi took in the upcoming conflict.

"Natalie," Heidi whispered, "If you don't assume my position, Joshua has to beat me twice as hard because I'm responsible for you." Not that I think she would have minded a few more paddle blows, Heidi was doing her job.

Natalie blinked twice then scrambled to set herself beside Heidi.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. I paddled Heidi's thigh first then landed a restrained blow on Natalie's right buttocks. It caused far more surprise than pain but Natalie was just learning and beatings were part of the physical chemistry of our kind of relationships.

Heidi got three more blows but I was quickly learning were I could light her up without too much pain. Natalie got one more to her left butt cheek and I caught her whispering to Heidi that this wasn't so bad.

"You ladies are in charge of the beverages -- orange juice, Mom's protein shake, and coffee of course," I explained. "Get moving."

"Aren't we getting dressed?" Natalie whispered.

"No -- we get dressed after servicing Joshua and our morning showers," Heidi softly replied.

"I don't want my Mother to see me this way," Natalie hissed.

"Don't -- don't worry Natalie...I'll -- I'll protect you," Heidi stumbled through the words. "It is what I do," she hesitated to add. "I'm top and Joshua trusts me to keep the peace so leave Sienna to me."

"But Mom is so much bigger," Natalie persisted. Heidi turned and shook Natalie.

"This is what I do, Natalie," Heidi sounded rather desperate. "Joshua trusts me to look after both of you so that's what I do. Trust me, Natalie. Please trust me to look after you."

"It's okay," Natalie took Heidi by the shoulders. "I trust Joshua and if he trusts you then I should trust you too."

They continued downstairs and out of hearing range. By the time I made my way to the stove and started up the seafood omelets, Mom had joined us as well.

"Someone needs to get the paper," Mom yawned. She was trying to stay nonchalant but I knew that she wanted to see Natalie do it.

"I'll get it," Heidi looked up from her fresh-squeezed orange juice duties.

"Bottom gets the paper," I pointed out. Everyone looked to Natalie who would have to go 'outside' in her bodice in the neighborhood she'd grown up in.

"Please Joshua," was Heidi's simple plea. No reasons, just pleas.

"You and Natalie can go together," I allowed. Technically that would allow Natalie to hide in the doorway. The two women headed off quietly but came back with giggles.

"Mrs. McMurdo saw me," Natalie laughed. "I don't think she noticed it was me but still -- it was thrilling."

"You two do realize you could have put on robes or coats -- right?" I stated imperiously.

"Oh pooh," Natalie pouted while Heidi giggled some more, "that ruins all the fun." The girls returned to the juices and the coffee while I dished out the two omelets -- Natalie's and Mom's.

I let the last to simmer for a moment and pulled Heidi into the hallway.

"I'm proud of you," I told her softly as I wrapped her up in my arms. "Now go to my desk. In the top drawer/left side you will find four items -- bring two to me in the kitchen." She nodded and head off and came back looking a bit surprised. I put the breakfast to the appropriate plates then took the items in question.

"Heidi, put these on the other ladies and I'll put the last set on you," I directed her to use the nipple clips.

"Joshua, what are these for?" Sienna questioned.

"I'm experimenting," I replied. "I want to know what works for you and what doesn't. I know what my padded handcuffs and blindfold are for, if that's your worry," I added with a hungry stare.

"No Joshua," Mom smirked. "I know what I hope they are for." Natalie's eyes went from the nipple clamps, Mom and finally me in utter confusion. Heidi walked around the table and hugged her from behind as Natalie remained seated.

"Our life is not likely to get boring anytime soon," Heidi breathed into her ear.

"Are we going to have a safe word?" Natalie inquired.

"Mother fucker works for me," Mom snickered.

"My favorite one was Marmalade -- but that couple gagged me a lot," Heidi recalled.

"When we get to that level, I'll assign safe words," I laid down the law.

"I really like Mother fucker," Mom muttered. She was going to pay for that bit of insurrection but I'll catch her after my morning 'workout'.

"I really liked Marmalade," Heidi whispered. She should have known better but she was off her game so I was leaning toward something lenient.

"Streptococcus," Natalie joined the rebellion. Seeing my punishing glare, she added, "Well, it is not likely to be something I would just scream out for no good reason."

I could gracefully win most of my family fights but not this one. I chose the moral high ground of ignoring their 'suggestions' and ate my breakfast. I retired to my office and my morning mail call while Heidi and Natalie approached me still dressed in hose (Heidi) and corset (Natalie). Heidi knelt beside me and bowed her head.

"I apologize Joshua," Heidi sounded almost piteous.

"I will deal with you later," I said with as little emotion as possible. She looked so sad.

"What did she do wrong?" Natalie interrupted.

"Joshua told us we would have safe words when the time came," Heidi explained. "It is okay to joke but when Joshua makes a call, that's it."

"I will take care of you, I'll meet your needs and you trust me to provide for you," I stated evenly. "Normally I won't explain myself and you will find ways to let your thoughts be known to me that are suitable to the situation."

"Oh," Natalie mulled it over then a few seconds later she knelt too. "I apologize Joshua, I didn't mean to mess things up."

This was new to all of us and instincts could only take me so far -- when to be firm and when to be forgiving. Natalie was muddling her way along with the added complication of a Mother, fresh out of prison, and a stranger she had nothing in common with in her ancestral home.

"I'm busy right now but I'll make sure you both pay later when I have more time," I decided.

I wanted Natalie to go to the hospital on her day off and work on Heidi's identity and set up a medical appointment to make sure she was okay. Natalie was also going to be on the lookout for anyone else looking for her. I was going to sneak in on Heidi at work during her lunch break and have her make it up to me. Right now, there was a blowjob Heidi was going to administer or she'd be pouty the rest of the morning. What Natalie would make of that I wasn't sure.

The chore was simple enough; Heidi performed fellatio on me until I ejaculated. The game was to see how fantastic a blowjob her tongue lips and teeth could do to make me cum before I wanted to -- there was a little extra 'punishment' for that. Now I was sitting perpendicular to my desk and had both women kneeling in front of me. I went back to composing a letter to Seoul.

Heidi pulled down my shorts then picked up my cock and tentatively licked the tip. Natalie gasped because this was the first time she'd seen me naked since I was twelve and she was eight. Watching Heidi expertly take to her task must have been new as well. I was doing my best to pretend nothing special was going on when a slightly thicker hand cupped my balls and rubbed up my shaft as Heidi's lips worked their way down.

This tandem work kept going only a minute or two longer. Natalie kept stroking me but instead of doing her own mouth work on my rod, opted to kiss Heidi on her cheeks and temple until Heidi received her reward and I groaned in release.

"You were slower today than yesterday," I informed Heidi who nodded once, stood, turned around then bent over and grabbed her ankles in one fluid gymnastic move.

I picked up the paddle and began massaging Heidi's backside that was almost back to it's normal pale pink color. 'Pop!' was followed by an "Eeep!' as a blow fell on her lower thigh. I returned to my gentle massaging strokes once more, moving in small circles. Two more spanks came in rapid succession and Heidi strummed in anticipation.

"Now," I interrupted her pleasure, "you need to get ready for work," Heidi. I handed her paddle back and could tell she felt -- deprived until she saw the look in my eyes. Oh, I was going to get her but I was going to leave her in anticipation of what she was going to get. She turned and, if not skipping off, moved with some of that old Heidi spring in her step.

"Do I get -- I'm not sure how this goes Joshua," Natalie stuttered.

"Ask me whatever you want. Our relationship is based on trust, not me acting capriciously," I explained.

"Am I going to get punished?" Natalie asked.

"Come here and lay across my lap," I instructed. Hesitation and anticipation warred with one another as she took agonizingly slow steps to my side then bent over my lap. I took up her paddle and began doing what I'd done to Heidi but instead of spanking her I rubbed the handle from her tailbone to between her ass cheeks and finally probing her pussy.

I returned to trailing the paddle along her posterior but I always returned to her cunt, probing and inserting the handle up to an inch. She began to sweat and wiggle, trying to keep more of the intrusion in her. When little whimpers began escaping her lips, I stood her up and bent her over the edge of my desk (the back had shelves). I laid my semi-rigid cock at the top of her butt then slowly let it ride down.

As I passed her pussy, I thrust forward but its elasticity stopped me from penetrating. Three more passes and I sat down. A moment later Natalie looked over her shoulder, her eyes filled with want.

"I'm not denying you sex as a punishment, Natalie," I enlightened her. 

"I'm going to sex up the other two ladies of the house so I can last a long time with you tonight," I added. "In the future things may be different but I'm not going to hold things against you that you could not know."

"I trust you and I think I'm beginning to know what that really means," she nodded.

"Well, here is what I want you to do today," I started off. I explained to her what I wanted done for Heidi and she laid out my possible options and we worked something out. The 'transition' from Sub to Doctor caught her off-guard because she has prejudicial feelings about a Sub being a low-confidence, weak-willed individual not a bright successful doctor such as herself -- but here she was.

"May I kiss you," Natalie finished up, "and can I call you Brother from time to time?"

"Of course," I smiled. "It is what we are." Natalie smiled, kissed me then turned and made it to the door before looking over her shoulder. "It is like I can breathe, free of worry or remorse, Joshua. This great weight has been lifted from my shoulders and handed to you. Thank you."

"You are welcome -- and one more thing," I stood as she turned to leave. My right hand fell on her shoulder and stopped her from turning around. My left slid down her mid-back, between her ass cheeks until I finally inserted my forefinger into her slightly moist pussy. I made a few in and out moves until her fluids became evident and her breathing picked up a pace.

"Now I want you to masturbate while you get dressed and come down to me to show me what a good job you've done -- but you can't climax or your punishment will be much worse," I detailed to her. Fifteen minutes later she returned to me, flushed and breathing deeply as she presented her hands to me. They smelled of her sex, alright.

"Why have you stopped?" I stated.

"I can cum now?" she inquired with some relief.

"I didn't say that. Get back to it and don't you dare cum," I related as I went to her side. "You don't have to do it when you can clearly be seen, but otherwise, keep at it until you get back home and talk with me."

I lifted her skirt to see her underwear. I knelt and took a whiff, just to be sure. She hadn't cum, but her emerald green French-cut undergarments looked delicious on her. I stepped up and gave her a spank. Natalie didn't seem to know what to do with herself but before she left she put a hand into her skirt's pocket and began rubbing away at her crotch.

(Lunch with Heidi)

I caught Heidi getting ready to head out for a quick lunch. A variety emotions warred within her eyes before she gave over to acceptance.

"I've missed you," I said but I forced it out in an even angry way. A few seconds later she shuffled over to me and into my arms, which I folded around her.

"Mmmm, I've missed you," I repeated in a softer tone. "No lunch for you it seems." Heidi looked up, terribly relieved. I opened up my left arm so she could sweep past me, lock the door and put up the 'Closed' sign. She breezed back past me and I followed, cupping and fondling her ass. I chased her into the office but grabbed her by the arms from behind before she could bend over.

"Remove your skirt and panties, my slut," I breathed into her ear. Heidi speedily wiggled out of her silky mid-thigh length skirt then pulled her deep blue-red panties down to the knees before letting them fall the rest of the way down. I was happy her bottom was now a pale pink and not an angry red. She was totally available to being spanked once more.

"Joshua," Heidi whispered.

"Yes," I reached around, cupped her breasts and pulled her tightly to me.

"I like the sound of your name..." Heidi murmured.

"You will call me Joshua or refer to me as your lover," I clarified. "Say it."

"You are my lover, Joshua," she said a note louder and with more enthusiasm. I moved my hand from her left breast around to the back of her shoulders. With my right I maneuvered her hand down to her pussy. Heidi immediate starting stimulating herself. I pushed her down, face first on the table.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" I taunted her as I opened my zipper and pulled out my manhood. Heidi shook her head but it was a tiny bit of a return to the playful girl I knew. She was going to town on her cunt, rubbing the labia and sticking a finger inside. I felt this as I rubbed my cock along her fingers, getting it moist for the penetration.

I meant to stick it to her ass as a surprise, but I was the one who was surprised -- my Glans defeated her sphincter easily and slid inside.

"You lubed yourself up," I said, somewhat indignantly. Heidi looked over her shoulder fearfully but nodded.

I pivoted my hip and slipped a few inches deep into her rectum.

"Have you been playing with this," I spanked her, "This ass which is mine to plunder?" Heidi met my gaze fearfully and shook her head.

"So you were planning for me to come here and rape this ass, is that what you were saying?" Heidi took a moment then confirmed with a nod.

I forcefully drove the rest of my cock into her. Heidi's breath caught then came out in several labored breaths.

"What's going on here then?" I growled.

"I don't want you to ever get bored with me," she pleaded. Oh shit...

"Reach up, unbutton your shirt, and pull your breasts outside your bra," I snapped. She did so rapidly and I noticed one hand slipping back to her cunt. Now it was my turn; I pulled Heidi up by the shoulders as I pounded her ass savagely. Then, moments later, I took over the fondling of her breasts and pulling on her nipples.

"This pity-party is over Heidi. We are going forward," I grumbled. "I can't have you doubting me so if you do -- leave because I don't want you anymore," I was hopefully testing her. "If we both come, your mine and we will never have this discussion again. Now move your ass!"

Heidi took off like a madwoman. She rocketed up on her toes then slammed down all the while twisting her rectal muscles around my cock.

For my part, I bit into her shoulder and suckled on her flesh while my hands tormented her breasts. I fondled her breasts firmly, nibbled her ear and slammed her buttock while her flesh rebounded in waves. Still, I couldn't stop my seed from flooding her in strong spurts of sexual release.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Heidi squealed as she felt the warmth boil inside her. Seconds later her whole body trembled in climax; tremors working her over for nearly a minute. I let her fall forward onto her desk, exhausted but happy. She muttered something.

"What was that?" I inquired as I examined her buttocks for what was to come next.

"My butt hurts," she giggled.

"Not yet, but it will," I mused in a dominant tone. I hauled off and spanked her right cheek followed quickly by a backhand to the left. I kept repeating this for five strokes. When I finished I stroked her ass appreciatively. "Mine."

"I apologize Joshua," she sighed happily, "I belong to you and I was wrong to ever doubt it." Now I could risk a little play with my top.

"What? Did you seriously doubt me? Am I going to have to own this ass again?" I gave her backside a gentle swat.

"I've been very naughty," Heidi answered while looking over her shoulder. She gyrated her hips as an enticement but I was having none of that now with the time constraints we lived with. 

"Think about what that's going to cost you when you get home," I chastised her. Heidi pushed up and spun to face me, crushing herself against my chest.

"I'll work really hard on not being mopey, Joshua," she said before kissing my chest several times lightly. "I'll take care of Sienna and Natalie and think of a hundred ways to make me your bitch each and every day." She looked absolutely inspired. Gasoline -- fire.

"See that you do," I dictated before dressing, kissing her one last time and leaving.

(Moments with Mom)

The first thing I heard when I walked into my entryway from the street was a different woman's voice dropping off as the door shut.

"Demona and I are back in the kitchen," Mom called out. Demona was a junior member of Mom's old prison gang. I walked back with only minimal caution to meet our guest.

Demona was clearly defensive but Mom was showing a totally 'at ease' vibe meaning she and Demona were getting along.

"Hey Demona," I came up, leaned across the table and shook her hand.

"Hey Joshua," she found a smile creasing her face. "I'm not packing."

"I didn't think Mom would have you in here if you were 'D'," I assured her. "Is there anything I need to be aware of, you two, or can I get to work?" Basically, I didn't care that Mom was contacting her old gang-mates. What I had issue with was Mom being caught with known felons and with people bringing firearms into my house -- both parole violations. 




The Mother I Never Knew Ch. 05



Otherwise Sienna could do what she wanted as long as she was unaware of what I had in store for her when Demona left. I was looking over the preliminary specifications of the Manila job and making notations when Demona stopped by my office.

"Hey Josh," she greeted me again. "I just want you to know that we -- the gang -- wanted to feel out Sienna before things got worse and I think things are going to be okay."

"Thanks Demona," I responded. "I don't want Mom going back to prison -- that is my major concern. I will not be fucked with on this matter."

"Yeah," she smirked, "we got that idea last visit."

"Did the shit I put you and the others through really have an effect?" I had to ask.

"Joshua, family is something we understand and when tempers cooled down we knew that you were acting like a son, not some macho asshole," Demona said. I figured that all-female gangs had to be twice as hard because the general attitude gangs had toward women. The suggestion was that Sienna had validated my actions as my Mom and I could live with that.

"Can I call you a taxi?" I asked Demona as I stood up.

"Sure," she let me usher her out as I made a quick call. She looked awkward as we stepped outside. Apparently she felt I was going to dump her in the stoop.

"Don't sweat it," I chuckled. "Cabs rarely take more than two minutes in this neighborhood."

"Up by Washington Heights it's more like twenty," she smiled once more. "One day maybe I'll make it big and move to a place with a view of Central Park." 

"Get together a game plan and plot your moves Demona," I stated. "Work at it and talk to Mom from time to time if you need to. She's pretty savvy." 

Demona was still studying my face, trying to determine if I was leading her on, when the taxi arrived and took her away.

"Hey Mom," I called out as I came back inside. Mom showed up, wearing what she had on earlier -- a beige camisole, white bra, blue jeans that highlighted her thighs and ass and was shoeless.

"Someone wants to get fucked," I said softly.

"What was that?" Mom smiled my way with a combination of curiosity and sensuality. 

"I have a real hunger to make you mine," I said louder. Sienna smiled in response, leaned her back against a side of the hall and let her legs slide a quarter of the way down.

"I want to make you happy Joshua," she said in a disarmingly honest voice. I walked up to her only slowing down for her to spread her legs to let me sidle in between them. My hands went from her hips to her wrists then dragged her arms over her head.

"Oh, I'm going to make sure you make me happy Sienna," I snarled with my own brand of sexual hunger.

Sienna became totally passive, letting me pull her camisole up, covering her head, and kissing her stomach first before letting my hands roll over her flesh. She growled and shook her head. I wasn't totally sure but I sensed Mom wanted to vocalize but my command stopped her. She had already closed her eyes and was grinding away at her lower lip.

Yes, Sienna was taken -- blind and mute and physically neutralized. Her well-stressed heart was taking an extra beat and her nostrils were flaring to feed air to her growing arousal. 

"Hold on tight," I ordered before digging my fingernails into her ass cheeks and hefted her up high enough so that she could wrap her muscular thighs and calves around me.

I certainly didn't run up stairs -- Mom's heavy -- but I took it fast as she showed excellent body control by not toppling us over. When we got to the second floor landing, I steadily kissed her and forced her tongue back in her mouth, totally subjugated to my will. I pushed her bedroom door open. I kissed her left ear and she reciprocated.

I sat her on the bed's edge and went back to tasting her lips and tickling her tongue as I took in the flavor of her. Man, I wanted to fuck her but I wanted to clear things up with her and Natalie more. The stronger will in this relationship was me.

"Sienna, strip down -- keep your eyes shut," I commanded. She heard my belt buckle hit the ground and my shoes get kicked off next to the door.

"On all fours," I directed. I went to her drawers and found some bindings and a sleeping mask. Sienna moaned as I came up behind her and let my hands caress her thighs, buttock and finally wiggle two fingers into her cunt. She tried to push down on my hand but I told her 'No'.

"I'm going to make you ride me but first I'm going to tie you up, my slut," I snarled. "You are going to be fucked."

Sienna bolted forward at me words and her smile was beaming. She was a bit confused when I took her left wrist, secured it then tied it to the canopy post. I want around her, rubbing my naked body, cock and all, against her flanks, lower back, ass then flank again. After I secured her right arm, I settled beneath her. Sienna shifted forward and down, straining against bound arms.

"No," I stopped her from pushing her body backward hoping to catch my penis inside her velvet folds. Sienna whimpered so I pushed my hips up against her until her vaginal juices coated my cockhead. This time, though she trembled, she kept her place and let me play with her cunt as I slapped her breasts and chewed on her tough nipples.

I got that rhythm going and she began to sway back and forth in her own private ecstasy when I suddenly pulled away and scooted off the bed. For a second, Sienna anticipated my return but then she heard me start getting dressed. Her discipline held but she was clearly in emotional distress.

"When you figure out why you are being punished, call me and if you are right I'll let you go. If you are wrong, I'll release you but ignore you for a day," I informed her.

It was more than the lack of sex between us that influenced Sienna. Her position was awkward. Her body would rest on her strained shoulders unless she pushed up with her hips but she could only do that for so long. She could have cried out in pain and be sure I would help her. She was my Mom and my woman after all -- I wasn't a sadist or a bully. 

Pain had its place but it had to be matched evenly with an emotion. I had left Mom in discomfort and denied arousal but she had the key to her own freedom. Around three, I took a break from work and took Mom a glass of crushed ice. Not a word was exchanged but I did make sure her wrist binds weren't cutting off her circulation. She didn't have the answer and I had more work to do.

Natalie came in before five and appeared at my office door. She wasn't sure what to do.

"Hey Sis," I stood up, opening my arms. My Sister smiled and flowed into my arms. She hesitated with the kiss but I pulled her close and we French Kissed for fifteen seconds -- enough to put forth some real fire.

"We are not cheating on Heidi, are we?" Natalie whispered like some conspirator.

"No," I chuckled. "That's not how it works. You and Sienna communicate with Heidi and she'll find a way to sneak the information up on me. All of you are equal in my eyes -- you are all my ladies."

"Okay," Natalie snuggled into me. It wasn't a 'take me upstairs and fuck me' hug but a 'shelter me from an ugly world' gesture.

"Natalie, don't compare yourself to Heidi -- you two are very different and I don't want you to be anyone but my Sister who I've always wanted to keep safe and love," I explained.

"Are you really going to make me wear lingerie around the house?" she questioned.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," I stated firmly. "You looked hot this morning, so get used to being the object of my lusty desires." Natalie's mouth opened in protest then closed with a smile.

"Can I wear lingerie of my choice?" she said more compliantly.

"As long as Heidi approves of it, you should do fine," I allowed. "Oh, Sunday you are getting a tattoo along with the rest of the girls -- the Beverly Coat of Arms on the back of your neck."

"I...," she started out the she lowered her head, "if that is what you want." Good girl. "Joshua, I did what you wanted with Heidi at the hospital this morning before I took her into work and I got some feedback."

"She's illegal drug and disease free, she is taking un-prescribed antidepressants, her teeth need to be cleaned but she appears cavity-free. I'd like to give her some booster shots since there is no record of her having seen an actual physician since she was five," Natalie related.

"Oh, her real name is Heidi Brodsky but her married name is Carlson...and that's the problem," Natalie frowned. 

"There is a Missing Person's notice for her in Northern New Mexico as well as an Order to Appear concerning her and another Missing Person named Bonny Carlson," worried Natalie.

"Don't try to hide anything," I stroked Natalie's cheek, "and we'll get a good lawyer to help fight extradition to New Mexico. Let them come to us if they want at her."

"We are going to get in a fight?" Natalie shivered.

"Without a doubt," I said with steely resolve. "They wanted to crush that light in her eyes and leave her a terrified, empty shell. I'll kill them if they give me the opportunity."

"I'm sure Mom will support you and I will too," Natalie tried to answer my resolve. 

I liked that.

"Natalie, go up to Mom's -- My old -- room and say Hi! Take a dish of ice to rub on her nipples if you feel like. She started that little rebellion this morning so she's getting the chance to think about things," I sighed over Heidi's dilemma then grinned slightly.

"I -- I -- ummm okay," Natalie seemed shocked.

"If you like, you can suck or blow hot air on her nipples to further confuse her," I added.

"Do I have..." she started then met my gaze. "Yes Joshua," she bowed and headed out. Then I heard the ice machine going off. I noticed that she had taken off her heels before heading up so that Mom would get a real surprise.

(Gathering Home)

Heidi blazed down the hallway when I finished opening the door after picking her up. I caught sight of her rushing down the stairs. I made one more pass at the computer to see if anything important and/or business related had assailed my mail box. I lucked out but then I was gifted with the sounds of Natalie and Heidi running up stairs (Natalie was still in her stocking feet).

I was sure I'd be dealing with that soon, so I grabbed two beers and headed downstairs to see Mom. I gave her a lager, we knocked glasses then I sat down to take a swig.

"God that girl is crazy about you Son," Mom murmured after her own long pull on her beer.

"Which one and are your shoulders better?" I responded.

"Heidi, but Natalie is getting there. She really had me going this afternoon," Mom confided. "Right at the end, when she'd used up all her ice," Mom shivered, "we talked. That's when the answer...came to me." I had to weigh that statement. Sure, I could pounce on Natalie for giving the answer to why I was punishing Mom, or on Mom for talking...but Mom had learned her lesson.

Her daughter had trusted her too, and that counted a lot considering Natalie's long anger with our Mother. Mom wouldn't say anything more about it and she appreciated the risk Natalie had taken. In the end, harmony was the key. Natalie had bent a punishment to prove herself to one of my other women. Without trust we had nothing.

"She shoved two pieces of ice up my cunt," Mom rubbed below her drawstring on her shorts.

"There are still two decades of unresolved issues going on there," I sighed.

"I'll take what progress I can get," Mom looked my way. We saluted to small victories and hoisted away on our beers.

Natalie and Heidi came down stairs while we were still savoring the taste of our beers on our tongues. Natalie was dressed -- in a spider web bustier with small pink bows concealing the nipples. The thin, sheer panties tied at the sides had a slightly larger pink bow not doing much but drawing my eyes down to it. Worse of all, this was solely a distraction.

Heidi came down seconds after Natalie.

"Heidi," I coughed and shifted obviously, "you have to wear clothes around the house. It is a rule."

"I have on this choker," she touched her finger to a black choker with a cameo that graced her throat, "and sox," she motioned down to her white ankle sox with frills at the top. 

"Do you wish me to change?" she added with a tinge of sadness. Natalie avoided eye contact but did slip around me and stretched out on the sofa.

"Come here you!" I snapped to Heidi. She jumped slightly then flew to my side. Before I could say anything she was starting to curl into my lap. 

Her ear was on my sternum and her hands were drawn tightly to her chest.

"No you don't," I rumbled -- she stopped moving abruptly. "Straddle my lap right now." Heidi hopped to it and we were quickly face to face with my hands on her hips keeping her tight. "Don't you dare move."

I started kissing her on the corners of her mouth. As instructed, Heidi didn't move allowing me to kiss the tip of her nose, each eyelid and her temple and right ear. 

"Now I want you curled up in my lap," I growled like some starved predator. Heidi resumed her position with the addition of tucking her knees up under her chin.

My arms wrapped around her and I maneuvered her ear to my lips.

"Mine, damn it," I whispered to her. Heidi sniffed then wiggled her butt happily. I decided to make her even happier. She was the least jealous woman I'd ever met too. I rocked us forward and stood. Mama scooted forward so I could sit on the top half of the sofa while Natalie rose to a half-reclining position.

I had this 'Conan' moment when Natalie laid her head down on my thigh, between Heidi's legs. Sienna pushed back until she could rest her underarms over my knees and her head against Heidi's thigh. My white-haired lover looked into my eyes, I nodded my permission to move about and we kissed as I spread my legs enough for her butt to rest on the sofa.

Heidi's right hand reached down as her backhand gently caressed Natalie's cheek. Natalie responded by touching her wrist with her own right forefinger. Heidi's left hand rested on Mom's head and flexed her fingers through Sienna's hair.

"I love my family Joshua," Heidi sighed with contentment. "I love my Mom, Sienna -- you are so strong you make me feel safe." 

Mom remained silent but she did run her fingers through the fingers Heidi had on her hair.

"I love having a smart and sassy sister like you Natalie," she murmured. "I thought I'd feel stupid around you but you make me feel needed."

"You aren't stupid Heidi," Natalie kissed Heidi's palm. "Joshua would only have taken you in if you were as smart as the other women in his life."

"You are the best big brother I could ever hope for Joshua," Heidi finished and I marveled on how cleverly she woven a sense of comfort for herself and a stronger bond for all of us -- Mother, Sisters and Brother. She kissed the bottom of my chin and cuddled up for some quality family time.



The Mother in Law



It's funny how certain circumstances in someone's life can affect so many people in many different ways.

My mother had fallen on hard times when she found out her boss had put a second mortgage on her house and after he lost his job (causing her to lose hers) she soon found herself homeless after some 15 years of hard work and dedication.

She first moved in with her oldest daughter but since her daughter had three kids running around a very small home and a helpless husband she soon found it overwhelming and for her peace of mind decided it was time to get out of there.

After quit a bit of coaxing the wife and I convinced her she was more than welcome at our house.

She finally gave in and moved in with us.

She is a very headstrong woman and over the course of the year she had lived with us she has only had a couple of dates and I worried about her happiness but what could I do.

Her daughter had tried to set her up with a couple of guys and this irritated her and she told her daughter to mind her own business and stay out of her love life.

We set her up in a room we had off the main room in our basement.

I didn't want to put her there but she insisted she wanted it because it was more private and cooler than the main floors of the house.

She was very helpful to us in our everyday living routine, helping with the cooking, cleaning, laundry and anything else that needed done around there.

With the rest of my family out of town for the weekend I came home one Saturday about 1:30 in the afternoon and saw my mothers car in the garage.

This was not that unusual but I thought she was also gone for the weekend visiting a friend in a nearby town.

As I entered the house I heard her stereo playing downstairs and figured since it was up so loud she must be cleaning or something.

I decided to slip downstairs and let her know I was home in case she needed me for anything.

As I neared her room I heard moans coming from that area and I didn't know if she was sick or what so I peeked into her room.

What I saw took me back for a minute with a little shock and surprise at the same time.

There was my mother lying on top of her bed, eyes closed, with one hand rubbing her tits and the other teasing her moist pussy.

I stood there like a statue just watching as she moaned and withered under her own touch.

At first I was confused as what to do.

I didn't know if I should just back quietly out of the room or what, but I found myself just standing there staring.

Before I realized what I was doing I found myself moving slowly towards my mothers bed.

She had no idea there was anyone around until I reached down with my right hand and rubbed the back of her hand that she was stroking her pussy with.

She let out a gasp and immediately opened her eyes to see me admiring her body.

It was obvious that she was very embarrassed and started to try and cover herself up.

I pulled the sheets from her hands and told her it was alright and that she wasn't doing anything wrong and told her just to close her eyes and relax.

After a little protesting she finally gave in and closed her eyes.

This may have been just to escape my piercing glare at her or to hide from the humiliation she felt at getting caught playing with herself by her daughter's husband.

Whatever the reason the first step had been taken and it was up to me to make her feel more comfortable with the situation that started out very awkwardly.

With my left hand I rubbed he very ample breasts and with my right I let my fingers trace gentle circles up and down her inner thigh and gently across her swollen pussy lips and clit.

It wasn't long that she was grinding her hips in a circular motion in rhythm with my touch.

The more she thrashed the more intense my rubbing became and when I finally slipped a finger inside her she nearly squealed either with surprise or delight.

When I pulled my hands away from her she let out a disappointed sigh and opened her eyes to see me taking off all my clothes.

After I was naked I stepped close to the bed again and continued my assult on her body.

She reached up with one hand and started to stroke my cock and balls ever so gently.

Finally she turned her head and took my cock into her mouth, which made my legs quiver.

I don't know if sucking cock is genetic but she was just as good if not better than her daughter (my wife).

The more she sucked the more I assaulted her pussy with my fingers until it was so wet I couldn't tell if she came yet or not.

I shifted positions and climbed a straddle of her body into the 69 position she asked me what I was doing and I told her just returning the favor.

She protested at first but as soon as she felt my hot breath on her throbbing pussy she was right back in the moment and started to suck hungrily on my cock.

The more I ate her pussy the more she squirmed around and the wetter she became.

When I thought she couldn't stand it any longer I turned myself around so I could enter her hot, dripping pussy.

She put her knees together stating that this was wrong and that we shouldn't be doing this and as I pulled her knees back apart I told her it was a little late to be getting a conscious now.

She asked what about her daughter and I told her if no one told her than she would never know.

I could tell by the limited amount of resistance she was offering that this was just to make her feel better about at least putting up some kind of struggle.

I moved up and watched as the head of my throbbing dick ever so slowly parted her swollen pink pussy lips as I slid my cock into her and she just sighed as the entire length became engulfed in her velvety soft folds of flesh.

We started to move slowly enjoying the feeling of being connected in some way other than by my marriage of her daughter.

It wasn't long before we were thrashing around the bed fucking like two wild animals in the zoo.

The harder I pumped her pussy the harder she fucked me back.

Our pelvic bones collided with such force I hope I would be able to walk when this was over.

I guess its true what they say. (Like mother like daughter) or visa versa in this case because mom was also multi orgasmic and as wave after wave of spasms swept over her body I felt good that she was deriving so much pleasure from our encounter.

After her fifth orgasm or so I felt my own orgasm approaching and before long I was exploding inside her with what seemed like a gusher that would never end.

As I came and grunted and groaned like an animal she screamed out with such volume it kind of startled me but I soon realized it was just another orgasm of increased intensity.

I collapsed on top of her and through our heavy breathing she muttered that she had never came like that in her life.

I kissed her on the mouth and told her maybe it was the added excitement of doing something that everyone considers taboo.

After I got off of her I could see my cum oozing out of her and running down to her asshole.

It looked messy but it excited me all over again.

Over the course of the next two days before the rest of the family got back I think we fucked in about every position in every room of the house.

She told me that she thought this encounter should hold her for a while and I assured her that anytime she needed me all she had to do was let me know.



The Mother-in-Law



I wasn't sure in which category this belonged, so ...

In this one recently estranged Jason meets his sexy mother for a drink - Elaine is attempting, in a very unconventional way, to reconcile Jason with her daughter.

Anyway, as usual, I hope you enjoy it. feedback, of the constructive criticism kind, is welcome; either in public comments below, PM on Lit, or email. If you want a response then email is best.

I apologise, as ever, for any errors in the text. If there are howlers in it all I can say is 'oops'.

GA - Antigua, Guatemala. 10 May 2012.

He couldn't deny it; she had a point, and the truth of it made him squirm.

They sat in the bar, corner table away from flapping ears. The woman, Elaine Thomas, his mother, swept blonde tendrils away from her face with long, well-manicured fingers, and Jason caught a flash of early evening sunlight reflected from the platinum wedding band. Elaine reclined against the seat cushion, crossing her legs in a sweeping, typically elegant manner. She settled, palms smoothing the black cotton skirt over her crossed legs, an elbow against the chair arm, forefinger touching one cheek bone. She regarded her son-in-law seriously.

The man, late twenties, blushed, even his head beneath the fuzz of blond crew-cut reddened. He felt like he was at an interview, so intently did Elaine study him. Then the woman smirked, her face taking on that knowing, expression that fascinated Jason, as though she knew a deep, dark, embarrassing secret. He found himself staring at Elaine, mouth hanging slightly unhinged. Realising he appeared moronic and, uncomfortable at being cornered by Elaine's succinct revelation, anger flashed swift and hot. 

He wasn't the one in the wrong, Jason was the injured party; Elaine's daughter was the one to blame. Why did I agree to this meeting? 

'That isn't the point, Elaine,' Jason snapped. 'It might be true, but I never acted. You can't accuse me of ever making a move.' He leaned forward in his seat, almost spitting the words but keeping his voice low, he didn't want everyone in the hotel bar to know his business. A finger stabbed the air for emphasis. 'Your daughter,' he snapped, 'is the guilty one in all this.' Anger spent, Jason slumped back into the seat.

The woman's smirk broadened to a grin, she enjoyed teasing her son, even in these trying circumstances. 'It wasn't an accusation, Jay,' she said, her voice even. 'I'm trying to help. I want you and Ingrid to make it up.' She shrugged, her mouth tightening. 'I know you're hurt. What she did was stupid. She betrayed your trust and—'

'She slept with someone else, Elaine,' Jason interrupted, anger, reignited, flared in his chest.

The blonde winced. 'And for which she's absolutely, to the point of devastation, sorry for, Jason. But,' Elaine held up a palm when her son's mouth opened, 'I'm not here to argue Ingrid's side, I asked you to meet here so we could perhaps study the possibility of opening dialogue; which might, hopefully, lead to reconciliation.'

'You sound like a United Nations diplomat, Elaine,' Jason scoffed. His eyes rolled. 'Reconciliation ... Right ...' He turned his head away from the woman, pretending to be distracted by a group of travellers straight in from the airport.

Elaine sighed. 'Please, Jason,' she implored. The man turned at her touch on his knee. 'All I want is for you and Ingrid to be happy. Like we are, Sean and me, happy together.'

Her mother would defend her, Jason thought. The three of them, the Thomas family, Elaine, Sean and Ingrid, so thick with each other, so smug inside their little bubble, united. With the wound of his wife's adultery eight weeks fresh Jason lashed out verbally. 'How do you know Sean hasn't been as deceitful as your darling daughter?' he spat.

'Because he has no reason to deceive me,' Elaine responded coolly. 'We understand each other. Which,' she added shifting her position. Her legs, uncrossing and re-crossing distracted Jason momentarily. 'Which is why there wasn't any problem when I told him, a few years ago this was, Jason, not long after Ingrid brought you home, that you fancied me.'

She was back to that again, Jason thought. So what? He wouldn't be the first bloke to find his wife's mother attractive. It certainly wasn't a crime, and as he'd pointed out when the subject had first come up a few moments earlier, he'd never made a move. 

'What the hell has any of this got to do with Ingrid and me?' The tourists at the bar looked up from the menu they were studying at this outburst.

Elaine's head tilted, her lips pursing. 'Directly with Ingrid?' Her shoulders shrugged. 'Not much perhaps, but if I can explain how Sean and I work together ...' She shrugged again. 'Well,' she went on, 'it might give you something to think about with Ingrid.'

Jason lifted his hands in a sceptical gesture. Go on then, his expression said as he folded his arms.

'I'm not telling you anything my daughter doesn't know already. And I'm quite surprised she didn't ever mention anything to you.' She peered at the man slumped petulantly in his seat opposite. 'Ingrid didn't  say anything, did she? She couldn't have.' Elaine shook her head. 'If she had done perhaps you and she wouldn't have come to this.'

'I don't have a clue what you're babbling about Elaine,' Jason sighed. He checked his watch. 'And, if you don't mind, I've had a busy day and I'd like to get back to the flat to unwind, so ...' Despite his arched eyebrows and impatient manner, Jason found he was intrigued. What was this thing his mother was hinting at?

'I know my husband has never been unfaithful,' Elaine began, 'because we have a little arrangement.'

Jason was surprised to see Elaine, usually so cool and composed, look a little uncomfortable. Arrangement? he wondered. And then his jaw dropped when realisation slapped his face. A sudden cocktail of emotions swirled within him -- excitement, arousal, even jealousy swelled in his chest, tingled in his gonads, and twisted in his guts. Elaine and Sean ... An open relationship ...

'What do you mean?' he croaked. 'Just exactly does that mean? And what the hell does it have to do with me and Ingrid?'

The woman rolled her eyes as though the young man were an idiot. 'It means, darling,' she said slowly, sarcastically, 'that Sean and I fuck other people.' Jason's mouth gaped again, never before had he heard his mother utter a profanity, perhaps a 'bugger' or a 'damn', but never the F-word. 'There are conditions of course, rules if you like. There are dangers in that lifestyle, Jason, especially in the early days.' She nodded, perhaps reliving some debacle from the past.

'Huh ...' Jason cleared his throat. 'How long have you ... Uh ...' His hands flapped innefectually.

'Since the very outset.' Elaine grinned. 'Our wedding night was unusual, Jason.'

This was too much to process. What was the woman doing? Why tell him this? He remembered a detail; 'And Ingrid knows all this? That you and Sean are ... are ... swingers?'

'That's such an uncouth expression, darling,' Elaine sniffed. 'But I suppose that's exactly right. Although,' she said, a finger raised to emphasise the point, 'there are certain rules that we've adopted over the years. It isn't just an indiscriminate gang-bang.'

The image of this elegant woman, perfectly mannered and poised, taking on all-comers twisted the blade of jealousy in Jason's vitals. 'Jesus,' he muttered. 'Elaine ...'

'What I'm trying to get across,' Elaine said, ignoring the man's gape-mouthed, bug-eyed surprise, 'is that perhaps ...' She paused, shifting in her seat to cross and recross her legs again, '... if you and Ingrid adopted a similar ... attitude ...'

'Your daughter?' Jason blurted, aghast. 'You'd condone Ingrid doing ...' The sentence spluttered to a stop on his lips.

'It would be rather hypocritical of me to disapprove, wouldn't it?' Elaine looked about the bar, an addition to the hotel attractively laid out in an Olde English cottage theme. 'I've entertained and been entertained in this very hotel,' she revealed. 'I like this chain,' she nodded, adding, 'a little down-market perhaps, but very reasonably priced. One in just about every town and city in the country, always with a convenient bar attached.' She regarded her son pointedly. 'Very handy for breaking the ice. Especially, Elaine added sagely, 'with a couple of young newbies. Some of the girls can be very skittish. But Sean's got such a lovely way with them ...'

'Stop! For fu— For pity's sake. Elaine ...' Jason gasped. '... Stop.'

'Ooh, sorry, too much info, darling?' Elaine chuckled. 'I was getting carried away.' A sly expression crossed her face and her eyes narrowed. She leaned forward in her chair and, in a conspiratorial tone, said, 'I've booked a room.' Her hand indicated a laptop case by her feet. 'I thought I might just set up my computer, buy some wifi ... Perhaps see if anyone on my favourite site wants to ...' She offered her stunned son a long, lascivious wink of theatrical exaggeration. 'Or,' she added, sliding a purple key-card onto the low table in front of her, 'I could leave you a key. Let you think about things.' Elaine paused then rose to her feet. She smoothed the skirt over her hips and picked up the computer bag. 'It's half-six,' Elaine said, consulting the clock behind the bar. 'At seven I'll log-on to the site ...' And with a toss of her hair, a cheery smile as though nothing in the world was amiss, with the inference clear, she left the room.

Jason's eyes followed his mother's derriere in the tight skirt as she hip-swayed across the room to the exit. She didn't even glance back.

No way, he thought five minutes later as he strode across the car park. Oblivious to the calm summer evening -- one made for cheerful pints of beer in pub gardens, or trysts with voluptuous, attractive middle-aged women in hotel rooms -- Jason pointed the fob at the door of the Ford Focus. The lock thunked open and he climbed into the car. He unhooked his tie as he settled behind the steering wheel and then manoeuvred the vehicle mindlessly through traffic on the A23. He remained oblivious to the snarling, weaving traffic, his mind focussed on his mother, her husband, and the mind-boggling revelations.

The invitation had been there. Elaine, ripe and gorgeous, a living image of his wife's potential in twenty years. Jason wondered, unmindful of the roundabouts and junctions, if Ingrid knew of her mother's intention to meet him that evening. And, if she did, was she aware that Elaine planned to invite him to her room?

He parked the car in an empty bay. He'd known in the bar, when he'd sat there reeling from Elaine's offer, as the key sat between them burning a hole in the table, what he was going to do. A few moments later, remembering the number of the room, he slid the purple key card into the slot. The lock clicked open heavily, with the corresponding green light glowing to indicate that access was granted.

'You've come after all,' Elaine purred. 'How delightful.' She rose to her feet, laptop open on the long utility counter next to the television and kettle. 'I'd given up on you. I saw you drive out of the car park,' her hand swept towards the curtained window, 'and I was just about to arrange for some company and have a shower ...' She took a pace towards her son. 'But here you are.'

Jason had blurted the question because it was uppermost in his mind: 'Does Ingrid know about this?' It was out before he could think. And then, realising the woman's state of undress, he forgot his estranged wife.

What Jason saw made his balls tingle. He felt a jolt, a visceral gripe of lust for the woman that caused his penis to stiffen instantly. She moved towards him, bare from the waist down except for hold-up stockings and the heeled shoes she preferred. He took in the arousing aspect of her legs, well-proportioned and shapely, an aesthetically pleasing tension in the calf muscles from almost being on tip-toe in the shoes. Her pudenda, he noticed, his eyes gleaming, was plump, smooth around the labia, but with a hint of fair pubic fuzz smoking low on her tummy. As she came to him Elaine began to unbutton the pristine white blouse she'd worn at their meeting. Jason gasped when the blouse gaped open and Elaine's breasts, full and lightly tanned spilled over the cups of her bra.

'Ingrid knows,' Elaine whispered as the blouse slid over her shoulders. 'Sean knows,' as she unclasped the bra. 'Everybody's happy,' the woman added, her arms encircling Jason's neck, breasts squashing against his shirt. 'We can discuss all that later,' Elaine said, dismissing the questions forming in her son's mouth. She halted his embryonic queries with her lips. 'Kiss me,' Elaine murmured as her breath wafted across Jason's face. 'Kiss me like you've wanted to. Like I've always wanted you to.'

Jason's hands, of their own accord, clasped the woman's waist. He returned the kiss, pushing his tongue into his mother's mouth. He groaned, his erection straining against the confines of his trousers. 'Elaine, he sighed when, after a prolonged, tongue-sliding kiss, the couple parted.

'What do you think?' Elaine asked, stepping away from Jason two paces. 'Am I what you imagined?' The sly smirk crossed her face again. Hands on hips, head tilted, Elaine added: 'You must have fantasised about it, Jason. Tell me, did you masturbate picturing me in the nude? I hope you did ...' She paused, her gaze intense as she studied her daughter's husband for a reaction. 'I've role-played with Sean about it.' Elaine chuckled. 'My husband grew rather ... ardent as he acted out your part. I think it really turned him on. But he's always been a dirty bastard.' Her hands went to her breasts, palms cupping the mounds. Elaine examined her tits critically. 'Not bad for an old girl am I, Jason? It takes a lot of effort, but to see the look on men's faces when I take my clothes off ... especially some of the young ones with pretty wives or partners ... It's so gratifying when they look at me with such hunger on their faces.' The woman performed a slow, deliberate pirouette, pausing to look over one shoulder coquettishly while allowing the young man to feast his eyes on her backside. 'So, Jason,' she repeated, completing the turn. 'What do you think?'

She was all he hoped his wife would become. Ingrid and her mother shared the same voluptuous curves, both richly proportioned, and the years stood well on Elaine. Her breasts were fuller than her daughter's, hips wider, but whereas Ingrid may have youth, Elaine possessed the sexiness that came with maturity and confidence. She knew she looked good, and she wanted to flaunt what she had. Elaine knew how to turn a man on with a glance, a suggestion behind the eyes, could inflame them with a smile, and she'd instinctively known her son would be a certainty for heels and a pair of hold-ups.

'Oh, God ... Elaine ...' Jason devoured the woman with his eyes, his gaze sliding all over her body. 'Beautiful ...'

The heat of the younger man's stare burned and itched between Elaine's legs. Thank God for my wonderful husband, she thought, then said: 'Take your clothes off, darling. Strip and then come to me on the bed.' The woman climbed onto the purple cover. She watched her daughter's husband disrobe, her stare intent, expectant. 'I think I'll start by sucking your cock,' she purred when Jason's erection sprang into view. 'Come here and let me kiss that big thing.'

'This can't be happening,' Jason muttered.

Elaine's palm cupped his scrotum, her mouth opening. 'It's happening, you gorgeous man. Elaine's going to lick you from balls to tip, and then she's going to suck you. Don't come,' she admonished. 'No coming until you've kissed my pussy ... No spunking until you've fucked my tight cunt ...'

'Fuck ...' Jason swore in response to the obscenity. That word! On Elaine's lips. 'Elaine ...' he groaned, 'to hear you say that ... You never swear.' Jason's eyes closed as the heat of his mother's mouth engulfed him.

Elaine, positioned on hands and knees, faced the foot of the bed to slobber and drool over her son's erection. He stood in front of her, his cock stretching her lips, and she moaned around the mouthful of male appendage, sucking and wanking the thick, gnarled root. 

Jason sighed, running his fingers through blonde hair, tangling the previously immaculate arrangement. He leaned forward, sliding his palms along the woman's slender back, taking a firm hold of her buttocks as his erection wedged deeper in her mouth and she gagged.

'You're going to fucking choke me with your big cock,' Elaine spluttered, a strand of drool looping like a hawser from her chin to the bulging dome of Jason's cock-head.

'You deserve to choke, you filthy old slut,' Jason growled as he slapped at his mother's buttocks. 'God, Elaine,' he added as he took a step back to savour the sight of the mature woman kneeling on the bed. 'You're so sexy. Even hotter than I ever imagined.'

'Did you ever wank and think about fucking me?' Elaine asked, rolling across the bed onto her back. She opened her legs, heels digging into the bedcover. 'Did you?'

'Of course I did,' Jason confessed. He stroked his length, staring avidly at his mother's fingers as the woman fingered her own sex. 'I thought about what it would be like to see you nude. I imagined us on a beach holiday, me spying ion you as you sunbathed nude. You catching me but not minding. Seducing me under a shower ...'

'When I role-played with Sean ...' There was a pause while Elaine groaned, her fingertip sliding across the nub of her clitoris. 'We pretended you were in our house, in the spare room, and I was spying on you as you wanked.' Her eyes shone at the recollection. 'It was so hot, Jason ... My husband fucked me twice that night, one after the other. He pulled out of me, spunked all over the front of my body, and then just plugged it back in and fucked me until he squirted inside me.' The woman's fingers traced lazy, swirling patterns around her labia. 'I came and came and came ...' she added, holding herself wide open. The opening, scarlet and bubbling, taunted Jason. 'Come and lick me,' Elaine sighed.

Jason lay belly down on the bed. He crawled like a soldier to the place between the woman's thighs. 'Your daughter pisses juice too,' he smirked.

'I don't need details like that, Jason,' Elaine scolded. 'Just concentrate on satisfying me. I'm a lady with high expectations. If you're going to be one of my lovers, you need to prove yourself.' She reached between her legs and pulled the man's face to her body. 'Suck my clit,' she growled.

This isn't going to be a one-off, Jason had time to think before his mother smeared her slippery vulva against his mouth. How would that arrangement work? And then all thoughts of the future left him as he struggled to breathe through his ears, his tongue busy against the woman's flesh.

Elaine writhed and rolled on the bed as she gasped her pleasure. 'Oh, fuck ...' she sighed, her voice curdling with pleasure. 'Lick my sopping cunt, you beautiful man. Finger me there. Curl your fingers inside me ... Rub just there. Oh yes ...' Elaine gave a yelp of appreciation when, as Jason's fingers twisted against the sensitive spot inside her body, his tongue slid low and squirmed into her anus. 'My dirty-hole,' she squealed. 'Oh that's filthy ... But I love it. Lick my sphincter, Jason. 

Using every technique in his repertoire, Jason coaxed his mother towards her climax. When he felt she was close to the brink, when her thighs began that convulsive tremor and her body closed around his probing fingers, he'd pause and allow the moaning blonde to calm a little. 




The Mother-in-Law



Three times he took her to the edge, the juices sliding from her body, her stomach tensing, obscenities littering the air. Jason looked up along the woman's writhing body. He saw the mounds of her breasts shivering and trembling with her movements, noticed how thick and taut and long her nipples were.

He ceased the oral attention at her sex, instead tracing a line with his tongue upwards. Over her stomach and the jewel at her navel, tasting her skin, pausing to suck at each elongated teat before continuing the journey north. He licked the concavity just below her throat, nibbling at the side of the woman's neck and eliciting a long, drawn out sigh as her fingers brushed the stubble of his crew-cut. Elaine gasped, eyes opening wide when, as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, Jason's fingers curled inside her again.

I'm going to ...' she blurted.

Jason was forced to bodily restrain his mother as her climax broke. He struggled to restrain her as she clawed at him, her nails scoring rents along any exposed skin.

'Fucking hell, Elaine,' he gasped, holding the woman's hands above her head, pinning her wrists to the pillow.

'Put it in,' the woman snarled, her face twisted. 'Fuck me. Fuck me now. Put it in and fuck me. Quickly, before it stops ...'

Jason hissed through his teeth, swearing as, for the first time, he slid balls deep into that woman's body. Her insides clenched around his girth, her legs moving around his waist.

'Fuck,' he gasped. 'You're so hot down there.'

'I'm always hot, Jason; always on fire between my legs. Sometimes I think I'm a nympho, my cunt gets so itchy for cock ...'

Who was this woman? How could he not have seen her for what she really was? Maybe that's why he'd wanted her from the beginning; he'd sensed that smouldering sexuality. Perhaps he'd smelt her desire? Ingrid was no slouch in bed. In fact, sometimes, he struggled to keep pace with her. Is this what his wife would become -- a spitting, clawing, snarling cougar? As he eased slowly out of his mother's body Jason, in a blur of whirling images, considered the future. Elaine had said he could do this with her again ... Did he want that? Sure he did, who wouldn't? Could he live life with Ingrid like her parents' lived? Could he bear to watch her with another man? Could he stand to watch her with several men?

'Hard,' the woman growled, her thighs squeezing Jason's waist. 'Give me that cock hard and fast. Fuck me, you lovely bastard. Come on ... Fuck me ... Bring me off. Fill me with your love. Spunk inside me.' 

With lust raging inside him Jason resolved to see his estranged wife as soon as he could. He was keen to explore this new, fascinating and exciting realm. Swinging with Ingrid ... The possibilities ... He swallowed and, with his arms extended, resting his weight on his palms, he looked down at Elaine's body. He saw her labia, sticky with desire, clinging to the glistening shaft of his cock. 

Her eyes, glazed and heavy-lidded, implored him. 'Hard,' Elaine moaned.

The man stabbed into Elaine, thrusting savagely. 'You can have it as hard as you want,' Jason babbled. He looked at her big breasts, trembling like jellies as the woman panted up at him, nipples thick and long inside the puckered saucers of their areola.  

Then, as Elaine's final comment drove him to lust-crazed madness, Jason snarled, his body slamming down against the woman's upthrust pubic bone. 'Fuck me,' Elaine had muttered. 'I'm your wife's mother ...'

Several deep, probing thrusts later and Jason felt the inevitable rush of his climax. The goo surged through his cock, the sensation making him gasp and cry out at the pleasure of it. His mother locked her ankles around his back, held him tight within her embrace, squealing delightedly as the hot stuff squirted into her body.

'Oh you dirty boy,' Elaine groaned. 'Taking advantage of me and fucking me.' She laughed, still holding the young man deep inside her, legs clamped around him when she saw the expression on his face. 'It's OK,' she chuckled, 'I'm only teasing, you didn't take advantage, Jason; I wanted it. I wanted you to do it to me just like that. Hard and fast and intense. Now we can cool down.' The vice grip of her legs relaxed. 'We can shower, chat about things, and then ...' Elaine's eyes sparkled at the suggestion. 'Then we can make love, nice and slowly next time. I want to savour your hard body, Jason; I want you to linger over me; taste me; experience me.' Elaine pushed Jason's bulk away. She rolled across the bed, her legs falling open as she continued to speak. 'I was thinking,' the woman purred as she idly fingered her sex. 'That I could call Sean ... Perhaps have him join us ...' She groaned, two fingers stirring the gloop that dribbled from her body. 'But,' she continued, 'that might be a bit weird for you.' Elaine shrugged and Jason's eyes moved to the trembling of the woman's breasts at the movement. 'Maybe it would be best if I kept you and Sean compartmentalised,' Elaine suggested. 'Just like I don't want details about my daughter.' She then closed her eyes and surrendered to the orgasm brought on by her own insistent, probing, sticky fingers. 



The Mother In Law



"Damn, thes are coming over tonight," I thought to myself as I was driving home from work. 

I really didn't want to have to entertain them tonight. I just wanted to go home and get some rest, and think about the last two days. I had fucked two very hot women and not even cared about the fact that I cheated on my wife of twenty years, and the bad thing is, that I wanted to do it again. I was already thinking about how I could get more pussy at work. There were other girls that looked damn good in that office, maybe I could work my way into their pants, too.

It was a warm evening, and when I got home, my wife, Marla, wanted to grill out on the deck, so I got the grill fired up and awaited mys, Jim and Carol. 

As I waited, Marla opened the door from the living room and told me that Jim and Carol had called, and that they would be spending the night. Seems they had been at the beach all day, and since they live about two hours away from us, didn't want to make the drive back that night. 

I thought, "Damn! I'll have to put up with Jim's stuck up ass all night." 

Jim and Carol were snobs. Jim had been a big shot in the insurance business for years, and was very well off financially. He was 5 foot 9 inches tall with gray hair, and a big belly from drinking too much. Carol was 5 foot 5 inches tall with dark brown hair, and very nice body for her age. They lived well and traveled alot out of the country.

I get along alright with them, but when they come over for a visit, I usually just buy plenty of alcohol and get them feeling happy. Then, I leave them in the living room and ease out to my study, to be alone at my desk, surf the net, and watch a little TV. 

As I put the steaks on the grill, I could see Jim and Carol had arrived through the french doors in the living room. Jim was wearing a yellow hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts, and looked like he had already had a few drinks by the big smile on his face. Carol was wearing a black, low cut blouse, and a white skirt that fit her curves very well. He hair was wind blown, but looked very sexy. She had a very small waist, wide thighs, and a very healthy ass. She was standing with her back to the door so I had a very good view of that ass. Her legs came out of her white skirt very nicely, and they were tan and brown. 

I stepped inside and said hello, shook hands with Jim, and gave Carol a hug. I could feel Carol's tits press against my body as we embraced. I could also catch a glimpse of her cleavage. She was wearing a black lace bra. 

"So," I asked the two of them. "Did you have fun at the beach?" 

"Yes," Jim answered. "But we are tired and don't want to drive on home tonight. I hope you don't mind if we stay the night."

"Oh no," I said. "We don't mind at all." 

I was lying, but I think I fooled them. I offered them both a drink so maybe they would start drinking, pass out early, and I could slip off to my study. 

"Thanks Joe," Carol said. "Laying in the sun all day always makes me tired. I just want to eat and relax." 

The thought of Carol laying in the sun made my mind wander. Carol looks damn good in a bikini. We have been with them to the beach a few times, and even at 56 she still wears a two-piece. Her tits look to be about 32C's, and they sag some, but look very nice in a bikini top. 

I stepped back outside and finished cooking the steaks. It had cooled off some so we decided to eat out on the deck.

Marla and Carol were bringing food out from the kitchen and placing it on the table on the deck. Jim and I had already sat down and were talking about football, when Carol leaned over the table with a plate of bread and ask if we wanted some. Jim took one piece of bread and she leaned in my direction. When she did, her blouse fell open and I couldn't help but look at her cleavage. She noticed me looking and quickly put her hand up and pressed her blouse close to her body, blocking my view. I turned my head quickly like I wasn't looking, but she knew that I was. 

I turned back and took a piece of bread off of the plate. She was still covering her blouse with her hand. 

"Thank you, Carol," I said sheepishly. 

With a big smile, she replied, "You are very welcome." 

The ladies then sat down and we all started eating. When Carol sat down her blouse fell open again. I had a perfect view of her cleavage. I couldn't help but stare. Carol kept glancing my way during the conversation. I didn't try to hide the fact that I was staring this time. I just kept admiring those nice tits, and she made no effort to cover them this time. 

She leaned over a little and looked my way again. Jim and Marla were talking and didn't even notice that my eyes were glued right down Carol's blouse. Nor did they notice the little looks we were giving each other. 

About halfway through the meal Jim asked if there was any more bread. 

"Sure Daddy," Marla said. "Let me go make some more. It will only take a minute to toast it in the oven."

"No," Carol said. "You just keep eating. I will go make more bread. I am finished anyway." 

She got up from the table and walked into the house. Her fine ass was swaying very nicely as she walked away. 

I told Marla that I would go help her since she wasn't familiar with the stove, and I got up and went inside, too.

As I rounded the doorway to the kitchen, I saw Carol bending over in front of the stove. Her white skirt was stretched tight around her nice wide ass.

I thought to myself, "Damn, what a fucking ass she has." 

I just stood there for a few seconds admiring her curves. Her legs were nice and dark, and looked very smooth. 

She was trying to get a pan out from under the oven to cook the bread on. I walked up behind her and leaned over and started helping her pull at the pan. When I did my left arm rubbed up against her right arm. 

The pans were stuck and I had to use some force to get it out. I gave it a jerk and the pan finally gave way. When it did my left arm flew back and rubbed all over her tits. She started to lose her balance and fell back a little. I reached out and held her to keep her from falling. The force of my elbow had caused her blouse to fall open again and there I was staring right down at her tits again. 

She looked at me, but didn't say anything. Then, she laughed and said, "Let me have the pan, it needs washing."

She took the pan and went over to the sink and turned on the water. She looked back at me over her shoulder to see what I was doing. It was a lustful glare that really turned me on. 

She looked so damn sexy standing there. I walked over and stood behind her. She turned her head back around facing the sink. There was a window over the sink and you could see out on to the deck where Jim and Marla were still sitting at the table eating. The water was running and she was scrubbing the pan. I moved in behind her and leaned over her shoulder. She just kept scrubbing the pan and looking straight ahead. 

I just stood there looking her up and down. My dick was starting to twitch at the site of her sexy curves. 

After a few seconds of silence, she said, "The pan is almost clean, you better find the bread." 

I didn't reply. I started to step away and when I did, she turned off the water, then turned her head and gave me that lustful look again. Our eyes met for a few seconds, then she turned away. 

"To hell with the bread," I said as I moved in behind her. 

I put my hands on her hips and pulled her ass back towards my growing erection. 

"Oh God," she said with a surprised whimper as she dropped the pan into the sink. "What are you doing?" 

I didn't reply. I just squeezed her hips harder and pulled her back more. 

She started squirming and tried to turn around. I pushed my body up against hers, she was pinned between me and the counter. 

"Let me go," she demanded. "What in the hell do you think you are doing?"

I didn't respond to her question. I just pressed my body up against her big ass, reached around, and grabbed her big tits with both hands. 

She responded by arching her back and pushing up against me, grinding on my cock that was getting harder by the second. 

I pulled her skirt up over her hips to reveal a black thong. I pulled it down to the floor with one quick motion, and she stepped out of it. Then I unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop to the floor, along with my underwear. I rubbed my hard cock up and down the crack of her ass. 

She lowered her head down and grabbed on to the counter to support herself. 

"Oh God No," she said. "This isn't right."

I moved my hand around her hips and made my way to her hot little box. I could feel a nice bush that was already wet. I took two fingers and started playing with her clit. 

"Oh my God," she said with a breathless murmur. "You better stop before...."

"Before what?" I asked as I circled my fingers all around her clit. 

"They are just right there," she said looking out the window at her husband and daughter. 

"Yes, they are just right there," I said as I continued my assault on her clit. "And look at you. What a dirty slut."

"I am not a slut," she said firmly.

"Oh yes you are, " I replied. "And you like it, don't you?" 

She didn't say a word, just silence. 

"You like this don't you, Carol?" I asked. 

Again she didn't say a word, just silence.

I reached around and moved my hand underneath her blouse. I then made my way to her bra and pushed it up over her tits. I started making slow circles around her nipple that matched the circles that I was making on her clit. 

Her ass started moving in slow circles, responding to the motions my fingers were making on her clit. She was grinding on my hard cock.

"Oh my God," she muttered under her breath. "Oh my God this is just wrong."

"Oh hell yeah it's wrong," I answered. "Just look out the window. Your husband and daughter are sitting right there, and it turns you on, doesn't it Carol?" 

I reached out and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back towards me. I put my mouth next to her ear and asked, "What kind of woman lets her son finger her clit while looking at her husband and daughter sitting just outside? You're just a fucking whore, aren't you, Carol?"

"No, I am not a whore," she demanded. "We have to stop this, right now."

"Stop this?" I asked as I slapped her big ass with my right hand and pulled her back again by her hair.

"Yes, please stop," she said almost crying. "Are you fucking crazy? A little flirting is harmless, but this is wrong!" 

I looked out the window and could see my wife and father still sitting at the table talking. It was turning me on so damn much. It was so wrong, so dirty, but I could tell Carol was really into it, no matter what her mouth said, her pussy was so damn wet. 

I knelt down behind her and shoved my face between her ass cheeks. I ran my tongue as far into her ass as I could. 

She let out a groan, and said, "Oh Goddamn!" 

I had never heard her use language like that before. It really turned me on. I ran my tongue up and down from her ass to her pussy over and over again. Her hips were squirming and I could tell she was close to orgasm. 

I concentrated on the area just between her asshole and her pussy, and then it happened.

"Oh God Yes! Oh God Yes! Do it! Do it! I'm cumming! Holy Fuck!" she cried. 

I slowed the movements with my tongue and raised up behind her. 

"Oh God," she said. "We have got to stop this. Let me get my thong back on."

I shoved my thick meat between her ass cheeks, the head was searching for her opening. 

"Goddammit, I said stop it," she demanded. 

The force of my thrust widened her legs, and my hard cock found it's way to her wet mound, and up against her cunt lips. 

Just then, through the window, I saw Marla get up from her chair and start walking towards the door to the house. Carol also saw her. 

"Oh Shit," Carol said. "Let me go! She will see us!" 

I held her down firmly against the counter so she couldn't move, my rock hard cock still searching for the opening to her wet, hairy pussy.

The door opened in the living room just as I slid the head of my hard dick into Carol's wet, hairy slit. 

I thought, damn, if Marla comes around the corner she will see us, but from the doorway she can't. I pulled the head of my dick out of Carol's pussy. 

In a loud voice Marla yelled from the doorway, "Are y'all finding everything?" 

I yelled back, "Yes, we had to wash a pan for the bread, but we got it under control. Go keep your dad company and we will be right out." 

"Ok," she said. 

Carol and I both watched as Marla went back and sat down with her father. 

"Shit, we better stop and get back out there with the bread," Carol said. 

I slid my hard dick back up against Carol's cunt lips and asked, "Are you sure that you want me to stop?" 

There was silence for a few seconds. I reached down and grabbed my hard cock in my right hand. I started moving it up and down on her cunt lips. 

In a lustful whisper, Carol started mumbling. "You Goddamn Asshole. Why won't you stop?" 

I asked her again, "Are you sure that you want me to stop?" 

Carol, still bent over the counter looked back at me and said, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but you better get that hard cock inside my pussy right damn now!" 

I just looked at her and said, "You are a dirty little whore, aren't you?" 

To which she replied, "Shut the fuck up and just do it!" 

I moved in behind her again, grabbed her hips and went balls deep in her pussy with one hard thrust. 

"Jesus Fucking Christ," she said in a grunting voice. 

I started moving in and out of that wet shit with slow, hard thrust, and with every thrust she was grunting. 

"Oh God Yeah," she cried."Oh fuck yeah. I'm going to cum!"

"Cum Bitch," I said to her. "Cum all over my hard cock!" 

"Oh God! Oh God! I can't believe I'm doing this! Oh Goddamn, I'm cumming! Shit!" she cried.

She came so hard that I thought she was going to lift us both off the floor. Her big ass was shaking and bouncing, she was totally out of control. Her mouth was shouting all kinds of obscenities. 

"You Goddamn asshole," she said. "What are you doing to me." 

I slapped her big ass and told her to look out the window. She raised her head up and looked out at her husband and her daughter sitting outside. 

"Look at your husband," I said. "And your little girl. Do they know what a fucking slut you are?" 

"I don't give a shit what they think at this point. I just need to cum again. Shut your Goddman mouth, and make me cum again," she demanded. 

"Well Hell Yeah," I said. "Cum for me again, Bitch!"

With that said, she started shaking her big ass again. She was moving back and forth on my hard cock like a wild woman.

"Fuck it, Bitch! Fuck that dick," I said as I pulled her hair back."Bark like a dog!"

"Woof," she grunted.

"That's it, Bitch. Bark like the fucking dog you are!"

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said.

"Goddammit I said bark, Bitch," I demanded. 

"Woof, woof, woof," she was almost howling. 

I could tell she was close, and so was I. I pulled her hair even harder. Her ass was shaking and pounding against my dick. 

"Oh God yes! Oh God yes! Oh God Fucking Damn," she screamed."Oh my fucking God, I'm cumming!"

I grabbed her hips very hard. She was holding on to the counter with all she had, bucking up and down on my rock hard dick.

"That's it, Bitch! Make me cum! Make me cum all in that wet shit," I yelled. 

"Look at your husband," I said."Look at him while I cum all in your tight, wet pussy!"

"Oh Goddamn, Yes!" she replied."Cum in me! Cum all inside me, you mother fucker!" 

"Don't you mean Mother-In-Law fucker?" I asked.

"Hell Yeah," she replied. "Cum in me like you cum in my little girl!"

"Holy fuck! You are a dirty bitch, aren't you, Carol?" I asked.

"Hell Yeah! I am one horny, dirty bitch! Now cum inside me," she demanded.

With that said, I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed her big ass firmly and started pumping her pussy with all I had. 

I could tell she was close again, and with the rhythm we had going, it would only be a matter of seconds. I could feel her pussy sqeezing tighter and tighter on my rock hard shaft. She was gripping the counter as tight as she could, and then it happened.

"Oh My Fucking God! Oh Holy Jesus! I'm cumming again," she cried.

"Oh Goddamn! Oh Goddamn," I grunted. "I'm cumming, too, all in that wet pussy! Give it up, Bitch!" 

My hard cock unloaded stream after stream of sticky jizz all inside of that wet, tight shit. Her pussy was milking every drop as I could feel it contracting and squeezing. 

Then, she collapsed and her head fell into the sink. I looked up to see my wife and father still sitting outside. We had been in there for about fifteen minutes, and they had to wonder what was taking so long. I thought, "Damn, we better get back out there."

Just then Carol raised up and looked at me. She took a deep breath and let it out. She looked pissed off and started walking towards the bathroom. As she walked away she turned and said, "You son of a bitch. I can't believe what just happened!"

"No one can ever find out about this, no one, and this will never happen again," she said in a pissed off voice. 

She then turned and went into the bathroom. 

A few minutes passed and she came out of the bathroom, and walked by me in the kitchen without saying a word. As she turned the corner to go back outside, she hung me a bird. I couldn't help but laugh as I got the bread out of the cupboard. The rest of the night was going to be fun!



The Mother-in-Law



Richard Cabot was, in almost all ways, a happy and lucky man. At the age of 25, he had a lovely wife, Catherine (age 22), a good job that he enjoyed and, while a new home was being built, he had free room and board with his wife's wealthy parents. His relations with hiss always had been pleasant even before he married their daughter a year and one-half ago. Unfortunately, that relationship seemed to have soured, creating a difficult situation for everyone concerned. Actually, the problem was not only his: his mother-in-law, Cynthia, had, for the past several months, become waspish, critical and just hard to live with for everyone, including her husband (and, of course Catherine's father), James. In fact, her most vicious and sarcastic comments were addressed to James while Richard and Catherine were on the periphery. Still, the household atmosphere was poisoned for everyone and, recently, Catherine had increasingly borne the brunt of her mother's ire since James found more and more reasons to avoid being home. Richard's protective instincts had almost caused him to erupt several times, but his wife was able to head off the explosion that was long overdue. 

Catherine and Cynthia always had been more than mother and daughter. They truly were "best friends" and had shared each other's good and bad times, having no hesitation in discussing their most intimate feelings with each other, a relationship that had made Catherine's formative years far less traumatic than those of her classmates. She was even able to discuss her first sexual urges and experimentations with her mother, and, as a result, she had none of the "I'll show you, I'll get screwed just to spite you" revolts of those classmates. When that screwing finally did occur during her freshman year in college, she has no hesitation telling Cynthia and received support, not censure. Equally, Cynthia had no difficulty in confiding in Catherine as her daughter matured, creating a mutual trust and companionship. 

That, of course, made the current estrangement all the more difficult for Catherine -- she knew that something was seriously wrong, but any efforts she made to broach the issue were met with uncharacteristically cold responses. This was made far worse now that they were sharing the same house and would be disastrous unless, as Richard threatened to Catherine, they moved out of there before he blew up. Catherine finally was close to accepting that solution to prevent the inevitable explosion from occurring, but, one evening when she was out and not there to diffuse the issue, that explosion finally occurred. 

Richard, thinking he was alone in the house since James was out of town and Cynthia had gone out earlier, walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but boxer shorts. He was startled to find Cynthia standing there wearing a surprisingly brief and thin nightgown. It was not completely transparent, but her nipples showed clearly through the fabric as did her dark triangle of cunt hair. Seeing her virtually nude body displayed so unexpectedly had the immediate masculine reaction, a hardening cock, until, almost immediately, reality hit -- it was his mother! It developed that she had returned early and, like him, had assumed that she was alone.

However, rather than ignoring the situation or making light of it, Cynthia lit into Richard for walking around in her house in his underwear. The attack was unfair, of course, and, she admitted later, came largely because she was embarrassed. Nonetheless, her sharp words ignited the fuse that had been smoldering for some time and Richard jabbed back, sarcastically apologizing for his behavior in her house. The battle of words expanded from there, his animosity build up in the weeks of seeing Catherine criticized burst forth, meeting her waspish haranguing about ungrateful, insensitive and immodest young men. 

To an unbiased observer, the verbal clash would have been fascinating to watch -- words poured out, faces got red, breathing became rapid. Physically, it would have been interesting, also. Richard was a well-build young man, in good condition, his physique well displayed in his somewhat garish shorts (a present from Catherine on Valentine's Day). Cynthia also was quite well built. She was now 45 years or age, but when she and Catherine were out together, people invariably assumed that they were sisters, only a few years apart. Both were about 5' 5 and had good figures, their breasts a bit oversized, their bottoms perhaps a shade too plump, but if their breasts jiggled a bit as they walked and their hips swayed and bounced a bit, no one complained. Those attributes were well revealed in the gown Cynthia had on, but her embarrassment at her exposure had vanished in the heat of their verbal battle. While Richard had been well aware of what she was showing when he first walked into the room, any conscious appreciation of her attractions had been banished by the red heat of his anger. 

The arguing went on, neither really listening to the other, until, thoroughly frustrated, Cynthia swung her hand, attempting to slap Richard in the face. Grabbing her arm, he forced it down saying, "So, you want to hit! I'm going to give you just what your daughter gets when she misbehaves -- a spanking! " 

"Oh, no you won't, " shrieked Cynthia, twisting her arm away and dashing toward her bedroom, followed closely by her furious son. At that point, he no longer thought of her as his mother-in-law, or anything else for that matter, just a woman who had earned a spanking and was going to get it. If he had thought, of course, discretion probably would have ended the struggle long before, but the buildup of animosity coupled with the vicious verbal attack removed any coherent thought of consequences. 

Grasping her by the arm, he pulled her back toward the bed, she struggling vigorously all the way. Despite her stringent efforts, he picked her up bodily, set down on the edge of the bed and whipped her down over his knees. She was twisting and writhing, literally screaming to be released, threatening dire consequences -- all to no avail. Without conscious thought of what he was would be exposing, he did as he did with Catherine when he spanked her. Grabbing the hem of her short gown, he yanked it up over her back, revealing what had been clearly shown through the diaphanous gown -- the fact that she wore no panties. For a second, his natural male reactions to such a display overcame his rage. Actually, the two perfect round mounds, the deep furrow between them and the hair-covered cunt lips nakedly displayed before him looked almost exactly the same as the ones when he spanked his wife. Perhaps it was that similarity, seeing the same thing he was used to, that dampened his momentary erotic reaction and permitted his anger to control him again. 

Whatever the reason, the brief respite ended when he brought his hand down with a vicious SMACK directly onto her left cheek. That hit was promptly repeated SMACK on the other mound. Cynthia continual ranting was abruptly interrupted with a shrill cry of pain, "OW, stop it! OW, OW, OW, OW! " Each thundering SMACK was followed instantly by an "OW", followed by a howl of rage, the whole sequence repeated over and over again as his hand rhythmically went from side to side, turning what had been a pure white ass into one that was uniformly beet red. SMACK, "OW, damn it, stop!" SMACK. "OW, ooooh, stop," SMACK, "OUCH, QUIT IT!" SMACK... 

Gradually, the SMACK was followed only by an "OW," and then SMACK, "moan," SMACK, "Oooooh" SMACK... During the entire spanking, Cynthia had continued thrashing and twisting, trying to dislodge herself from Richard's grasp, trying to avoid the next punishing blow. Nothing worked. Slowly her defiance melted away as she was battered into submission. Finally, completely defeated, she just hung there over his knees, moaning and crying as the punishment was delivered. At first she was all too aware, despite her own anger-blindness, of how much was revealed when her skirt had been flipped up. Even while attempting to escape or, at least, to ease the pain, she attempted to hide her most intimate areas, squeezing her cheeks together, clamping her thighs tightly against each other. However, as that pain increased, as each SMACK became more agonizing, as blow after blow hit the same spots, any residual thought of modesty vanished as she, finally, surrendered and lay there, all revealed, all open to punishment. 

Bit by bit, Richard became aware of her complete submission and, as his anger faded, exorcised by the physical punishment of the transgressor, his eyes focused in a different way on the crimson behind that he was belaboring. Like a magnet, his eyes were drawn to the open thighs that no longer concealed the cunt at their apex. Following the trail upwards, he saw between the cheeks to the puckered asshole she had tried so valiantly to hide. Involuntarily, his hand slid between her legs and fondled her cunt. Suddenly a different kind of drive took over him and, as he had been blind to the consequences of spanking his mother, now he became blind to other possible aftermaths. During the struggle, his shorts had come undone and now, his rampant cock rubbed against Cynthia's hip, creating an urge that was uncontrollable. It has been said that "a hard cock has no conscience," and that certainly was the case here. 

Without conscious thought of planning, only reacting to a primal urge, Richard lifted Cynthia up and placed her on the bed. She lay there virtually naked, her nightgown having worked up over her breasts in her struggles, leaving her nude from the neck down. Dropping his shorts the rest of the way, he got on the bed, moved between her legs, lifted them over his shoulders and, without hesitation, slid his cock completely into her cunt. 

For Cynthia, there also was no conscious decision making. As he placed her on the bed and moved over her, she voluntarily opened her legs and raised them, placing herself in position to be screwed. She, too, was merely reacting to the circumstances. She had surrendered to the spanking and now she submitted to the penetration, conquered and now being taken. However, that outside observer would have noticed that far from being simply complaisant, lying there as Richard enjoyed himself, Cynthia clearly was an accomplice in that vigorous act of adultery. The wetness of her cunt proved her arousal and made entrance easy, and, as the screwing began, she met his thrusts with upward surges of her pelvis, not only welcoming but seeking penetration. 

Nothing was said, the only noise in the room beings grunts and gasps combined with the wet, squishy sound of a cock thrusting into and pulling out of a cunt. Those sounds increased in volume as the climax approached, the screwing mounting in intensity as the climax approached, both struggled to completion, both seeking release. Finally, Richard plunged inward, holding himself rigid against her flattened cunt, exploding deep within Cynthia's vaginal passages. At virtually the same time, she reached orgasm, surging upward, almost spastic in her motions as she jerked against him, taking the cock in as deeply as possible. 

For thirty seconds or more they held that position, firmly locked together in their mutual orgasms, still not thinking, just grinding their sexual organs together, getting that last scintilla of pleasure from one of the most erotic moments of their lives. However, thinking and the real world descended upon them in a most cruel fashion as, looking over Richard's shoulder, Cynthia shrieked, "Catherine!" In a state of utter shock, he rolled away from her, his cock pulling abruptly out of her cunt as he turned to discover his wife standing in the doorway. From Catherine's position the previous events were crystal clear as she saw her naked husband, his cock still semi-hard and shiny from her mother's cunt. Her mother lay there, petrified, legs still spread, her freshly fucked cunt obscenely displayed as in a pornographic picture. In fact, the entire scene could have been taken directly from a porno film. 

All the participants of the scene held their positions for seemingly an interminable period, which probably was only a few seconds, and then Catherine turned and hurried down the hall. Grabbing his useless shorts, Richard scrambled after her, catching her just as she entered their bedroom. Grabbing her, he put his arms around her and stammered his apologies, trying to find words that would explain the unexplainable. However, as he searched for words, he suddenly realized the she wasn't struggling or crying, and, to his utter surprise, seemed quite composed. 

Her first words were even more astonishing: "Come on, Honey. I saw exactly what was going on -- you were screwing Mother when I came to the door and I watched the whole thing. I know that nothing has been going on between you two, and that the only question was what would happen when you finally blew up. From her red bottom, I assume that she finally went too far and earned herself a major league spanking. Then, as always happens with us, sex reared its head and you fucked her. Am I right?" 

Richard was still at a loss for words, but this time thrilled to be so, the unexplainable having been explained for him. "That's exactly what happened, but I didn't expect you to be so calm about it. Aren't you upset at all?" 

"I honestly don't know how I feel. I'm not jealous as I would be if it had been someone else. I'll even admit that I was excited as I watched you and I ran away because I was embarrassed at Mother catching me looking, not because I was upset of angry. Isn't that silly? In any case, I am not upset -- I'm just concerned about what happens now. I'd better go and see how she's reacting. This has to be the biggest trauma in her whole life." So, Richard was off the hook as far as his wife was concerned, but he immediately began thinking of the complications that the brief sexual interlude could bring. He started worrying again. 

Leaving her husband, Catherine hurried to her mother's room, finding things almost exactly as she had left them. Cynthia was stilled sprawled open on the bed and Catherine couldn't help but focus on the cunt her husband had just screwed. Actually, she had never even seen another woman's cunt and here was one graphically displayed before her. It was gaping open, the hair-lined lips spread apart, revealing the reddish interior clogged with Richard's sperm which was beginning to leak out. It was an unbelievably erotic scene and she felt a surge of heat in her own cunt, momentarily overcoming her concern for her mother's mental condition. 

As she entered, however, Cynthia finally came out of her almost comatose condition brought on by the inconceivable events of the last hour -- a verbal battle, a severe spanking, unbelievable sexual relations with her son-in- law capped off by being caught in the act by her daughter. She had lain there, her body frozen in its exposed position as her mind focused on the horrible situation in which she found herself. Seeing Catherine, she closed her legs and covered her face with her hands, sobbing out, "Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry! This whole thing got out of hand I just don't know what to say. It wasn't Richard's fault. We got into a big argument and... and...and he spanked me! I don't really understand what happened next, but...but you saw!" 

Catherine embraced her mother and reassured her just as she had Richard. She was not angry, not really upset, but, obviously, they needed to talk, to clear the air. In her relief that her daughter was not distraught and the sins were forgiven, Cynthia finally broke down and explained her uncharacteristic behavior for the past month or so. "Your father and I have been having serious problems lately and I couldn't bring myself to tell you about them because they're so personal. I've always had a strong sex drive, more than he, but we've compromised over the years with no serious difficulties. For the last year, however, we've had practically no sex. It's partly that he's so wrapped up in work that it takes all of his energy and partly that he has become...well...inoperative, if you know what I mean. He won't see the doctor because he really doesn't feel that there is a problem. Gods, he's only 52, but he's just not interested! That's why I've been such a bitch lately! I'm frustrated by his lack of concern and, I guess, even more, by a lack of sex, myself. So, I'm nasty to him and, lately, to you as well as Richard. I try to hold back, be nice, but it just overcomes me! 

"That's what happened this evening. I came home early and, thinking that Richard had gone with you and that I was alone, I changed into my nightgown and went into the kitchen for a drink. Suddenly, Richard came in. There I was in this thin gown and he was wearing only his shorts. I'm ashamed to admit it, but my first reaction was to get sexually aroused. I was so embarrassed by my own thoughts that I hit out at him, and one thing led to another and you saw the result! It was all my fault and I'm so sorry!" 

The story poured out of her. Her problem dammed up for so long streamed forth, a load off of her mind. Her sexual frustration was at least temporarily relieved. Her daughter was not angry and was, even, sympathetic. A feeling of almost euphoria came over her as she lay there on her side, happier than she had been for some months. The intimate talking went on, sharing other thoughts and desires, the very recent adultery no longer an issue between them. Finally, she asked, hesitantly, "Look, I'm certainly not complaining, but how can you take all this so calmly? You walk in and find your husband. ...well, to be frank, screwing your mother. Surely you were, to say the least, shocked. Yet you take it as almost a natural situation." 

With the tension relieved, Catherine was able to laugh. "You're right, of course. My first reaction was utter shock, but before I could even get hysterical, I saw your bottom shining like a red stop light. Rather than screaming, I felt, almost, like laughing! I immediately knew that Richard had finally blown up over something that you had said, given you a very hard spanking and as a result, sex was just about inevitable. I certainly didn't feel betrayed or anything and I honestly don't mind at all! Having him screwing you just isn't that important if it's just a physical thing! In fact, if you've felt miserable all this time because you've missed having sex, I'm really glad it happened! Heaven knows, there's no reason for jealousy -- you certainly are not a rival for Richard's affections!" Then, musing, she added, "As a matter of fact, if Daddy's lack of interest is permanent, we may have to make arrangements to keep you happy." 

Before Catherine could go on with that idea, however, Cynthia, without thinking, turned over on her back and, suddenly, was reminded, quite emphatically, of the spanking she had endured. A sharp, excruciating pain shot through her and drove all other thoughts out of her head. She immediately turned face down, relieving it somewhat, but she still felt as if her entire ass was on fire. Catherine reached over and lifted the short skirt of her nightgown and gasped, "My god, he did spank you! You're going to have bruises all over your bottom. Wait, I'll get a cool washcloth and some ice -- I'll bet you won't sit comfortably for days." 

Making a compress, she applied it gently to the flaming mounds of Cynthia's hips, quieting somewhat the feeling that her flesh was burning. "Oh, that feels better! Richard has a very hard hand!" Incidentally, he said something about treating me the way he treats you. Does that mean he spanks you?" 

Oddly enough considering all that had gone on that evening, Catherine blushed as she reluctantly acknowledged, "Yes, darn it! Not often, but only -- and I hate to admit this -- when I have done something to earn it. He did it the first time just after we returned from our honeymoon. We had less money in our account than we should have when we got back, and I knew that I had spent it on clothes he didn't know about in Hawaii. If I'd just admitted that, he would have complained but forgotten about it. Instead, I denied any knowledge of it and, stupidly, even blamed his record keeping! Unfortunately, he got a printout of our expenditures and there it was. Naturally, he was furious at the deception and I found out right then that punishment would be quick and painful!" As she described that fateful day, the words brought back vivid memories to Catherine. 




The Mother-in-Law



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"So, you had no idea as to where the money went, huh? I must be wrong about how much we spent, huh? Well, my dear, you are caught and you are going to pay the price. Not hesitating or giving her time to even think of escape or struggling, Richard took his wife by the waist, swung her down over his knees, flipped her skirt over her waist and, tore her panties down around her thighs. Suddenly realizing what was happening, Catherine twisted and squirmed, trying to break away but with no success. Reaching down onto the floor, he picked up a leather slipper and, without warning, brought it down on her unprotected rear end. There was a tremendously sharp SLAP as the flexible leather sole smacked onto the left cheek of her ass, leaving a slipper-shaped red imprint on her skin. 

She screamed in agony, but almost before the sound left her throat, the right cheek received the same treatment. The SLAP was repeated time after time, sending a sensation almost like a bee sting each time the slipper hit. Each SLAP was followed instantly by a shriek or squeal of pain. ..SLAP. ... "Ooooow"...SLAP. "Eeeeek"...SLAP... "OW, please stop, it hurts!"... SLAP..."OUCH, I'm sorry, l won't do it again"...SLAP. SLAPs alternated with cries and pleading, promises and vows of good behavior, but the spanking went on. "I'm going to make sure that you won't do anything like that again! You're little ass will remind you when you sit down for a while!" 

Still, Richard was not immune to what he was spanking. That "little ass" was composed of two plump mounds that quivered and rebounded with each SLAP of the slipper. Her twisting and thrashing about did little alleviate to the pain, but did serve to expose a very attractive and inviting cunt, its lips shining with signs of her arousal. Paradoxically, the act of being spanked, being controlled and dominated, had the not unusual result of stimulating sexual excitement in both parties.

However, the sexual urges did not shorten the ordeal as the punishment continued... SLAP..."OOOOOW, oh, please!"...SLAP...screech...SLAP...scream...SLAP..."Oh, damn it, please stop! "... .SLAP... Finally, realizing that she had had enough, Richard dropped the slipper and gently ran his hand over the burning skin, sliding between the cheeks and slipping downward onto and into her cunt. Then, he lifted her onto her feet where she stood, head bowed, hands holding her stinging bottom like a contrite little girl who had received just punishment. It was a very sensual sight, very erotic since her skirt was bunched up around her waist, exposing her triangle of puffy cunt hair -- a little girl with a mature cunt; very stimulating! 

Without hesitation, he swept her off of her feet, laid her on the bed and moving between her legs, plunged his cock into her. She obviously was equally ready, as demonstrated by her lubricated passages, and the two of them participated in a most vigorous screwing session. When the climax was reached and his cock ejaculated deep inside of her, she cuddled against him, accepting that, at least when she clearly was at fault, he was the master. As with many women, she enjoyed that subordinate position -- while using her feminine charms and body to blunt any real domination! [Of course, many women respond differently to a spanking. They fight like wildcats when they get away. They call the police and charge wife beating or call a lawyer and seek a divorce. Then, obviously, we would have a completely different story!]

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"Oh yes, believe me, I know how hard he spanks, and I also know that after such a spanking that he can do almost anything he wants to with me sexually. And, I'm sure that you felt the same way after you were spanked." Then, laughing again, "And from what you said, it sounds like you were ready for something before you were spanked! You in your nightgown and he in his shorts and you already frustrated...no wonder!" 

The confidential and very intimate exchanges went on for a long time while Richard lay in bed waiting for Catherine's report on Cynthia's mental state and what the future might hold. When, finally, she came in she had little to say other than the bare bones description of her mother's problems. However, she did bring Cynthia's sincere apologizes for her attitude for the last several weeks and absolving him of any blame for the argument preceding the spanking and subsequent sexual intercourse -- a very puritanical description of a fervent fucking session. Richard, of course, was extraordinarily curious about Cynthia's reaction to having been screwed by her son, but all that Catherine would say was that her mother was still trying to come to terms with the whole situation, but, clearly, there was no problem for their future relationship. 

"But, what am I supposed to say tomorrow'? I can't just ignore something like that, can l?" 

She replied, with a cryptic smile, "Don't say anything unless she does. Believe me, there won't be any problems!" He was forced to be satisfied with that answer. Interestingly enough, far from being a barrier between them, his sexual exploits with Cynthia seemed to have started a fire in both him and Catherine, and they had a very satisfying sex session of their own before going to sleep. 

The following morning it was as if nothing had happened except that Cynthia was back to her normal self (although it was noticeable that she sat down very gingerly with a perceptible wince as she did so). She and Catherine talked about mundane things, including Richard in the conversation as they would have any other day. He was amazed at the equanimity of the two women, hardly believing that he actually has screwed both of them just last night and that there was absolutely no reaction! He assumed, logically, that a pact had been made to ignore the events of the previous day and with relief, but also with a sort of "let down" feeling, he went along with them. It was, therefore, with the greatest surprise that he found himself in bed with two naked women that night. 

The pact reached obviously was different from what he had assumed -- but he wasn't complaining. It may or not be true, as it is said, that "all cats are alike in the dark," but it certainly is true that in this case, in the dim light of a bedroom, mother and daughter were indistinguishable. It was impossible to tell whose hands or mouth was on his cock, whose breasts he was fondling or whose cunt he was feeling or licking. He couldn't even tell whose cunt he was fucking! But, of course, it really didn't matter! By the time the evening was over, each woman had been thoroughly explored by each of the others and each had been fondled, licked and vigorously screwed. Thus, a true manage a trois was created with non-threatening, consensual sex, solving Cynthia's sexual problem and reviving her even tempered nature -- to the relief of all, even her husband who no longer felt the waspish sting of her frustrated criticisms. Amazing what a good, sound spanking can do.



The Mother In Law...Again?



"Shit," I thought to myself as I laid on the couch watching TV. What a crazy last few days it had been. I needed to get some sleep, but my mind was racing, and thinking about what had happened earlier in the night. 

I had fucked my mother, Carol, and it was so damn hot. She was one of the best fucks that I had ever had. Certainly better than Marla, my wife, had been in years, which made me wonder if I could get more of that pussy. 

As I laid on the couch, I was getting so horny just thinking about it. Jim, my father, and Carol were spending the night, and had already went to bed, and so had Marla. I had my laptop and started surfing a few porn sites. I must have dozed off, cause the next thing I knew, I was awakened by a sound in the kitchen. 

I raised up a little so I could see over the back of the couch. The house was an open floor plan, so I could see well into the kitchen. The hallway that led to the guest bedroom was between the living room and the kitchen. 

As I adjusted my eyes to the light and I could see Carol standing in the kitchen trying to get something out of the cabinets. She had turned on the light over the sink so I had a very good view of her. She was wearing a big t-shirt with the number 14 on the back, and that appeared to be all, because when she reached up into the cabinet, I could see her big healthy ass. I immediately felt my dick start to stir around in my shorts. 

It appeared that she was taking some tylenol. She got a glass of water and turned her head back to swallow the pills. It was dark in the living room, so I knew she wasn't able to see me from where she was, but she would have to walk right back by me on her way back to the guest bedroom. She obviously didn't see me when she came through on her way to the kitchen. 

I lowered myself back down on the couch when I saw her turn off the kitchen light. She turned and started walking towards the living room heading back to bed. I moved down lower on the couch so she wouldn't see me, and when I did, I accidently moved the mouse on my laptop. The screensaver had been on, but when I moved the mouse, the screen came on and lit up the whole area where I was laying. 

"Shit," I thought. "She is going to see me."

I was right. She stopped and looked my way. She was straining to see cause the room was still very dark, but she definitely saw me laying there. 

"Joe," she said in a very low voice.

"Yes, Carol, it's me," I answered.

"What are you doing still up this late?" she asked inquisitively. 

"Oh, I just dozed off," I answered. "I was watching TV."

Just then I noticed that she wasn't looking directly at me. She was looking just passed me at something. I turned to see what she was looking at. Damn, I thought, she was looking at my laptop, and since I had fell asleep, I hadn't closed out the porn site that I had been watching.

"You asshole," she said. "Are you some kind of Goddamn pervert?"

At this point I didn't have anything to loose. 

"Pervert?" I replied softly so as to not wake Jim or Marla. "My cum is still fresh in your pussy, and you are calling me a pervert!" 

She walked towards me in a quick, brisk manner, came around the side of the couch and slapped me with the palm of her hand. 

"You fucking asshole! You made me do that. I didn't want to, and I never want to hear it mentioned again. Do we understand each other?"

I didn't reply to her question. I just sat there and stared back at her. She had leaned over a little, and was standing right in front of me. The light from the laptop screen was just enough to where I could see into her eyes. Her hair had been comb out straight, and I could see that her nipples were hard. The whole situation was making me very horny. 

"Answer me Goddammit," she demanded. 

"I've got your answer right here," I said as I reached down and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. 

My hard dick sprung straight up, pulsating back and forth. 

She just stood there for a few seconds and stared at my rock hard cock. 

"You sick son of a bitch," she said. "I can't believe you are doing this."

"I know you want some more of this, Carol," I said. 

"What?" she replied. "Oh hell no I don't. I was a little drunk earlier, but not now. I'm going back to bed." 

I reached down and grabbed my dick in my right hand. I started stroking it slowly. The whole time I was looking straight into her eyes.

She turned around and started to walk away, then turned back around and faced me. Her head was telling her to walk away, but her pussy was telling her to stay. I could see the indecision in her eyes. 

She took a very deep breath, turned her head to look away from me, then took her right hand and moved it between her legs. She started fingering her pussy, and with her left hand she started rubbing her left nipple. 

I started stroking my dick faster and faster. She was really moving her fingers now, all in that pussy. I could hear how wet it was and the sounds were really turning me on. 

"Look at me, Bitch." I demanded. 

She still just looked away. 

I said it again but more stern this time. "I said look at me, Bitch!"

She slowly turned her head to face me, while continuing to finger her wet pussy. 

As our eyes met, the laptop screen went dark, as did the whole room. 

In the darkness I heard her say, "Oh God, I can't do this again."

The next thing I knew I felt her move towards me. I could feel her arms on my shoulders as her legs went to my sides straddling me. 

"I thought you couldn't do this again," I asked her sarcastically.

"Shut the fuck up, "she replied. "Just fuck me."

I reached down to her hips and grabbed the nightshirt that she was wearing. With one swift tug, I pulled it over her shoulders and head, and let it drop to floor. 

I could feel her hand on the back of my cock, guiding it slowly into her wet slit. I reached out and put my hands on her big healthy ass to help support her as she slowly lowered her pussy on to my hard dick. 

"Oh God Fucking Damn," she whispered as she took my whole cock to her depths.

I squeezed her ass and started pumping from underneath. 

She started riding my thrust, and humping my rock hard cock with that big fucking ass.

"Oh God! Give me that cock," she said with pure lust in her voice.

"Fuck Yeah, Bitch," I replied. "Bounce that big ass on me! Get all of that shit that you want!" 

"Oh God Yeah! Oh My God! I'm going to cum," she cried. "Fuck me harder! Oh God, do it to me!"

I clutched her big ass in my hands as tight as I could. I started pumping from underneath with all I had. She was riding and bucking, so very close. And then it happened. 

"Shit! Oh Goddamn! Shit! I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your fucking cock," she cried. "Oh God Yes! Oh God Yes! 

She slowed her motions down some. Her big ass was just pressed hard against my cock. It felt really good against my balls. She was squeezing my dick with her pussy and just slowly grinding up and down.

Then, I heard something. A noise coming from the hallway. 

"Shit," I thought. "Is that Jim coming from the guest bedroom?"

I looked around, and over the back of the couch to see Jim's shadow walking out of the hallway. I could tell Carol saw him, too. We both froze and didn't move a muscle. If he was heading to the kitchen, he would have to walk right by me and Carol. The sofa table and two lamps would be between us, and it was still very dark in the room, so maybe he wouldn't see us. What if he had heard us. We were not being that loud, but Carol's orgasm may have woken him. 

As Jim got closer, Carol and I both watched him intensely. He walked right by the couch, and us, and right into the kitchen. He turned on the light and began looking through the cabinets. 

Just then, I could feel Carol start to move up and down on my dick again. My hips responded and we were back at it.

Carol leaned over to my ear and whispered very quietly, "I can't fucking believe I'm doing this. My husband is right there, in the next room."

Suddenly she stopped moving on my dick. I felt her trying to move off of my dick. 

I grabbed her ass and pulled her back down, and whispered, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I've got to get back to bed," she whispered. "He's going to catch us. We have to stop."

"Hell no," I replied quietly. "You're not going anywhere. He will see you if you get up."

I started pumping her pussy faster and faster. With the light from the kitchen I could see her tits bouncing right in front of my face. 

She started moving her hips with mine and we got into a good rythym. I could tell that her nipples were hard and begging for my tongue to lick them. 

I slowly moved my tongue up to her left tit and circled her left nipple. Then took my other hand and cupped her right tit. She let out a very soft moan.

She lowered her mouth down to my ear and said, "You fucking asshole. We are going to get caught."

Then, in the very same breath she quietly said, "Oh God, I'm cumming again!" 

She came rather quietly this time, but the look on her face in the dim light was of pure lust. 

I turned and looked back to the kitchen. Jim was also taking some tylenol, and he would also have to walk right back by me and Carol on his way back to the guest bedroom. Hopefully he was still too drunk to notice Carol wasn't in bed. 

I really didn't care anymore. The whole thing was making me so damn horny that I just needed Carol's pussy wrapped around my hard cock. 

The light went off in the kitchen. "Oh Hell," I thought. "Here we go. If we are gonna get caught, this will be it."

As Jim started back through the living room, I never stopped pumping Carol's pussy, and she never stopped riding my dick. We were really into it as Jim made his way by us in the darkness. I turned and watched as he walked right on by, back down the hallway and back into the guest bedroom. He never even saw us. 

When the door closed, Carol leaned back over and said, "Let me go. I have to get back to bed before he realizes that I am gone."

"Hell no," I replied. "You're not going anywhere yet."

"Let me go," she responded. "This is so damn wrong. We can't be doing this."

"It's too late for that," I said as I started pumping her pussy from underneath again.

"Oh God," she murmured. "Please stop! Oh my God! Please! Please! Oh God, don't stop! Don't stop!" 

In one breath she went from please stop, to don't stop. She was really back into it now. Her big ass was moving so fast that I could hardly hold on to it, and it was dark but in the shadows I could see her tits bouncing all in front of my face. 

I was very close to blowing my load and she could tell. 

"Is this what you want," she asked with a deep tone.

"Hell yeah," I replied. "Do it, Bitch!"

"Then cum, you son of a bitch," she said with a devilish voice. "Cum Goddammit!"

I was holding her ass as tight as I could. She was holding on to the back of the couch for support and humping my rock hard dick with all she had. She began to breath very heavily, and I could tell she was close to orgasm, too. 

"That's it, Bitch," I said. "Ride that dick. Ride it like a pony!"

"Oh Fuck Yeah! Oh Holy Shit!" she cried. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" 

With that she planted her big ass down on my rock hard cock. She started sqeezing with her pussy and gyrating on my dick. It was more than I could handle. 

"Oh Hell Yeah, Bitch," I grunted. "I'm cumming all in that wet shit!"

"Oh God Yes! Cum Goddammit!" she said.

With that said, I shot stream after stream of hot cum straight up into her wet, juicy pussy. She just kept her ass pressed down on my hard dick. I could feel her pussy milking my sticky jizz while her big ass was still gyrating slowly on top of me. 

"Oh My Fucking God," she said, as she shuddered on top of me. Lust was written all over her face in the shadows of light around us. She was having a long, slow orgasm. 

I just kept pumping her pussy slowly. She had her big ass planted firmly on top of me, so I couldn't move too much, but I did what I could. I just stared at her while she was in that lustful, orgasmic state. She was way over the edge, in a state of sexual ecstasy. 

"Oh my God! Oh my God," she said. Repeating it over and over. 

Her head was tilted back, and her eyes were glazed over. She just kept riding my dick slowly and whispering.

"Oh Holy Fuck," she said."Oh My Fucking God." 

Then, she sat straight up and moved quickly off of my dick. She was looking for her shirt in the darkness. After finding it, she turned around to face me, went straight to her knees, and started sucking my dick. 

"Damn, Bitch," I said. "Clean my dick like a good little whore!"

"Hell Yeah," she replied, as she looked up at me. 

Then, she stood up, looked me straight in the eyes, and slapped me across the face. 

"What the hell?" I asked, laughing. 

As she slowly turned and walked away into the darkness, she looked back at me and said, "I'm no whore!"

As the shadows crossed the dim light I could see cum slowly dripping down her leg. "Yeah, she's no whore," I thought sarcastically. 

I turned and watched her walk down the hallway in the shadows. Her fine big ass was shaking from side to side. Damn, I thought, I wonder what time they are leaving tomorrow! There may be time to hit that big ass again in the morning! I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings! 



The Mother-in-Law Apartment



It was towards evening one day in late fall that I was cleaning and putting the tools away in the garage after having laid a couple hundred square feet of concrete pavers on the patio adjoining my apartment. The apartment was in one of those so-called raised ranch-type homes, which in upstate New York and in Pennsylvania were quite popular in the 60's and 70's. Now a raised ranch means just that - it's a ranch-type home that is raised up so that the main floor is 3 to 6 feet above the ground. The house in which I was living was on a lot that sloped to the rear so that in the back, the basement stuck out of the ground far enough so I only had a few steps to go down to get in and I had sort of normal windows. The apartment consisted of a big room containing the kitchen, dining table and living area plus a tiny bedroom and a tiny bathroom with toilet, lavatory and shower. Couples used to build houses like this figuring that some day, one of their mothers would become widowed or divorced and need a place to stay. Hence the name: "mother-in-law apartment".

Anyway, it was getting cold and I was rushing with the cleanup when suddenly, I heard the side door of the garage opening and turned to see a lady walk in. It startled me because the landlady, Ruth, an early 70's widow, who occupied the primary residence in the house, was in Scranton visiting her son, so I hadn't expected to hear or see anyone. The surprise lady turned out to be the Ellen, the landlady's daughter, a mid-40's nurse with a build comfortably somewhere between that of a marathon runner and someone who might be heading for obesity - in other words slightly stocky. Yes, almost stocky, but still here was a woman that most 40+ year old men would kill to have as a wife.

She opened with "Never thought you'd finish that patio today. Got a backache?"

"Didn't think I would either. Backache?" And then I joked: "Yeah, but after the shower, my personal trainer is coming by to give me a massage."

"Sounds like the way to handle it. Anyway I'm really glad you can take care of some of this stuff for Mom. The way that patio was has been worrying us for years. Where'd you learn to do that kind of work? Used to do it professionally?"

"Nah, not really, just picked it up along the way. After I got declared excess in my 40's, there wasn't too much I could do." (I don't like to let on too much about where I been or what I've done.)

"Anyway I'm glad you fixed that patio." With that she turned and went out and I heard her start the car and then drive off.

Damn but my back hurt! That patio, 13 by 24 foot of 16-inch square concrete pavers had low spots, wobbling pavers and weeds. I had removed and stockpiled all 180 of the pavers and then dug out what was below - mostly dirt - and then wheel-barrowed it all to the front drive for pickup by a local trucker. Then I'd wheel-barrowed in new base rock and pea gravel. I'd compacted the base rock with a rented tamper from Home Depot. Ruth had driven me to HD to get it and at the same time, we picked up 2x4's for the borders and to make a screed. 

Yesterday afternoon, I'd finished screeding off the pea gravel and began laying the pavers back in place. Today, I'd finished relaying the pavers. A 16-inch paver weighs a little over 22 pounds and you might say that's not much, but when you lay these things, you got to lean out and you are kneeling. That just isn't the kind of work a 60+ year-old former shipping manager should be doing. 

Not that I had any choice after my job loss and subsequent divorce some 15 years earlier. As the marriage was falling apart, my ex had made some accusations that a policewoman and a shrink had blown up into a lot more serious accusations. To make a long story short, I skipped out of bail and took off with not much more than what fit in a small rucksack. Now when I should have been playing golf in Arizona, I was janitoring for below minimum wage in a nightclub six mornings a week and doing any odd jobs that came my way. At least the rent in the half-basement apartment was low and the yard and maintenance work for Ruth helped offset even that. I really like to live in mother apartments because they let me feel less like the fugitive that I am. Unfortunately, it isn't easy for a guy like me to rent them because I can't bring references and even if the landlord agrees to take me, they get suspicious when I have to pay in cash. Fortunately, lots of homeowners are greedy and they realize that when they get the rent in cash, the IRS can't find out about it.

After I got the tools cleaned up and put away, I couldn't get under that hot shower soon enough and I stayed in 20 minutes or so to loosen up the back muscles. Dressed in a towel cloth robe, I came out of the bathroom with the intent of making a pot of tea. There stood a smiling Ellen in her nurse uniform.

"Ready for your massage?"

Then I noticed the portable massage table set up where the coffee table normally stood. 

"Ellen, really I was joking - I don't want to pressure you into favors. I'm not into mooching. You probably work hard enough at the hospital without having to give freebies."

"Al, please don't argue with me. Just lay face down on the table and I'll fix your back."

I got myself on the table face down with the robe draped over me like a blanket. After taking the robe away off and replacing it with a towel, Ellen went to the head end of the table, leaned over my head and started working on my lower back, simultaneously on both side's of the spine. Leaning over my head like that meant her breasts were constantly sliding over the back of my head and ever more so as she went further down to and onto the rise of my rear end. Predictably, this initiated a warm stirring in my crotch. Time flew as I was mentally trying to keep myself under control. Then she went around to the foot end and, successively on each leg, worked the foot, calve and thigh ending at the bottom of my ass and even the inside of my thigh. Now I really started swelling up and my hard dick between the pubis bone and the thin cushioning of the portable massage table must have raised me up by an inch. Surely she must see what was going on as her hands came all the way up to the inside of my thighs?

"Now why don't you roll over so I can work your pectorals and chest?"

"Ahmmm, well, ahmm this could be a little embarrassing for both of us?"

"Silly boy, you know I'm a nurse. Don't you think nurses ever have male patients get an erection? That issue gets covered very early in nurse's training. Besides I've been married to Andy for 22 years and we consummated our marriage well before the happy day."

"Well what do you do when a patient gets a boner during his bed bath?"

"Generally, I drape a cold washcloth over the offending member. Another way is to flick the pole with my finger but this is frowned on by the profession and for me, that's just too aggressive."

"What about just giving the patient a release?"

"That's not very professional but I know of nurses who do that. Now please stop procrastinating and roll over."

Well, I rolled over expecting her to put an icepack over the tent pole - the situation was that obvious. Instead she just let the tent stand and went to work on my shoulders, pectorals before working her way down to the edge of the tent. She was again working from the head end of the table so I couldn't help noticing that she was breathing differently and her breath was taking on a pleasant musky scent. This time her breasts were brushing my cheeks, sometimes lightly and then more often with some pressure. Now my dick was throbbing like a steam engine and an uncontrolled release would not have been a surprise outcome.

She moved to my left side and said: "I don't have a cold washcloth so how about if I take the towel away and do something unprofessional?" Not waiting for my expected affirmative answer, she reached into her handbag and pulled out a bottle of olive oil!

I thought silently: " Good grief, is she going to make a salad?" But no, she removed the towel and dribbled olive oil over the bulging pink head and let it run down the shaft and into the forest below.

In my second attempt at humor that day, I mumbled: "That olive oil is organic, isn't it?"

"Yes it is, just like your red-headed monster organic?" Touché!

I closed my eyes as she began massaging the head with her thumb and two fingers. Then down the shaft slowly using one hand, the other hand cupping my balls, which were now slippery with olive oil. Then using two hands alternately beginning at the head and now faster down the shaft. Now with one hand and cupping my balls. Occasionally, the middle finger of her ball-cupping hand would be down touching my asshole as if looking for entry. She was breathing harder now, even harder than I was, and her breath was really getting musky. Now she was stroking faster and faster, almost frantically. That I hadn't cum yet? You'd think that I'd had fresh cell therapy.

Then a warm rush came over me as the shot of warm seminal fluid roared out in bursts. Ellen's left hand intercepted the spouting sticky stuff while her right kept busy milking me out. Then I began to relax. Ellen fetched a washcloth and a bowl of warm water from the bathroom while I remained lying on my back enjoying a deep feeling of quiet and satisfaction that I hadn't enjoyed for a long time. Ellen came up to my right side and with her left hand, rolled back my foreskin and carefully washed the head taking special care going around the rim several times. In a jiffy, my formerly flaccid member was now stiff enough that she no longer had to hold back the foreskin. With the thumb and fingers of her left hand, she then held the glans and carefully washed the shaft, my balls and the insides of my thighs, in the process going all the way to my ass. She finished off by washing my belly and then dried me. By now I had a gigantic tent pole again.

"Sorry Al, but I really need to get to work. Will you take a rain check?"

Her massage had been more sex than I'd had in months and months so even a rain check sounded good so I said: "I'll be praying for good weather."

"I can't leave you like that and we can't have you jacking off after I leave, can we?"

Thinking of another happy end to come, I murmured "no way".

Ellen reached down to the floor and came up with a wet washcloth, which she draped over my tent pole. The cold wetness made me inhale sharply and my excited member began a return to normalcy.

"I just wanted to show you how well that works and I really have to get to work now. I have swing shift for a few days. Bye."

A week or so went by without hearing from Ellen so when Ruth came back from Scranton, I pretty much gave up on cashing in Ellen's rain check. Lots of men think that once they have an intimate thing with a woman, that woman is looking for something permanent and will automatically come back. I've made lots of experience to the opposite. There's a have a blistering go-around in a broom closet, a dark stairway or in bed and afterwards, she cools down and says "kiss my ass and goodbye".

Then one Thursday afternoon after getting back from my regular job, I raked leaves for Ruth and around 5 went in and showered. As I came out of the shower, I heard a familiar voice: "Why do I always catch you as you come out of the shower?"

She had come through the door connecting my little apartment with the rest of the basement - the door that was normally locked! Since her mother, Ruth, was home, this was a big surprise.

"How'd you get in?

"I unlocked the door and walked in, silly man."

"Won't your mother wonder what you are doing here?"

"No she won't because I told her about that massage I gave you. You see, I don't keep secrets from my mother."

To myself: "What the fuck?" The day before Ruth had told me Ellen was married and had two grown daughters, the older one married and the other away in college. This situation was now getting more complex and was turning into the kind of situation in which guys like me with lots to hide try to avoid. Funny thing was that Ruth had let on as if Ellen's marriage to Andy was a model for Republican family values.

"Ellen, this is going to get back to Andy." (I was already seeing him telling the police about a guy without bank account, social security number, drivers license, and so forth.)

"Not unless I want it to. Mom isn't going to tell and the neighbors are just going to notice me visiting Mom. So why don't you just drop that towel and let me see what I've been rubbing my pussy over for the past week."

I got a hard on almost as fast as I dropped the towel and she came over to me, still in her nurse's uniform. We embraced and immediately began a really heavy kissing session. Her breath had that coppery flavor of a woman who is expecting a lot more than kisses. In deed, Ellen was really panting with lust and I could only imagine how wet she must be between her legs.

In a panting voice: "Al, your penis is poking me in the stomach."

"How about if I poke you further down?"

"Oh Al, I want it so bad!"

I reached around with both hands and pulled up the back of her dress and squeezed her ass through the panties. I worked my right hand around to her front and felt her wet crotch through the nylon panty. She already had her hand on my shaft, stroking it, playing with the head and alternately cupping my balls.

Taking off a uniform is, as they used say, like unwrapping a present. I unzipped her in back and pulled the uniform dress over her head. Then I unsnapped her bra and let those D-cup size globes out for freedom and adventure. Down on my knees, I pulled her panties down and kissed her furry mound on the way.

"I love that Al, but please, let's get in bed. I want to feel you inside of me."

A few steps through the tiny living room and we were at my bed, which she flopped back on and spread her legs to reveal a moist cunt in the midst of a neatly trimmed triangular shaped forest. 

"I'm glad you're not into shaving or Brazil or piercing or any of that other weird shit. Just a beautiful place to exercise my cock."

"Stop talking and come home to mama", she moaned.

I lay down between those thighs and the head of my penis seemed to find its mark without need for a guiding hand. Ellen thrust back and I went in several inches. Oh that wonderful warm moist feeling surrounding my cock as it luxuriated in her folds! I pushed in all the way and then came an overwhelming rush from between my legs and all the way to my brain.

"Ellen, I just have to cum!"

"Then cum! I want it inside of me now!"

I felt the viscous fluid spurt in a wave from inside and through the shaft of my cock. Several bursts later, I subsided into a wonderful calm.

"Oh Ellen, I'm so sorry. I was too fast for you. Please give me another chance."

"It's okay baby, together we're new at this. Just stay inside me. I like the feel of your soft cock inside me. Hold me tight, please."

I held her close and yes my flaccid member did feel good in her warm folds. In fact so good that - what? Yes, things were swelling up down there.

"Al, I feel you getting hard inside of me. Ooooohhh!"

With increasing hardness, I started stroking again, first very slowly and then faster. Now after that first big release, my staying power would do justice to her needs. I stroked longer and even withdrew completely and followed with savage reentry. I took the base of my cock in hand and tried to find her G-spot with the swollen head of my penis.

"Let me help your big boy find what he's looking for." Ellen breathed huskily and reached down to take my cock by the base and maneuvered so that my glans contacted the tender spot that I hadn't been able to find.

I made short strokes to agitate that magic region of her pussy and she closed her eyes and threw her head back with pleasure. The flow of warm liquid between our thighs and her moans told me she had peaked. Stabbing deeper and harder and faster, I brought myself to a pleasant release and collapsed against her body. Our juices mixed both inside and out of her pussy and ran down on the bed sheet. Afterwards, we lay locked together in the rapidly cooling puddle.

"God I really loved having you inside of me. It's been a while for me and I have feeling it has been for you too. Am I right?"

My social and financial situation didn't allow for relationships with anything but my hand, so yeah, it had been awhile and I admitted that to her.

"How about Andy. He doesn't look any older than you and he doesn't look sick. It's none of my business but he ought to be poking a good looking woman like you 2 or 3 times a week."

"Andy had prostate cancer. The surgery went well but he ended up being in that 20 or so percent that have to say goodbye to any kind of normal sex life. That was 3 years ago. I'm glad he survived and I love him still, but as you may have noticed, I have needs and those needs can get pretty intense."

"Sounds pretty tough - living with a man you love but who can't do it. No chance of recovery?"

"He's been looked at by the best urologists in the state and goodness knows, I've tried all kinds of massaging. At first Andy used to finger fuck me to orgasm but as he lost hope in ever getting his member up again, he lost interest in that too."

I started wiggling as the juicy puddle dried and got itchy and Ellen thought it might be good to clean up. She went to the bathroom and I thought she might come back with a bowl of warm water and a towel but she just turned on the shower and called me to join her. 

I squeezed in behind her into the tiny shower and things were really tight. In fact so tight that my slowly hardening manhood couldn't avoid contact with the curves of her rear end or her belly, depending on which way she was facing. Under the warm spray, she gave extra attention to my nipples as she soaped my chest and moved on down to my belly, brushed my pubic hair and then reached around to soap my buttocks and then down through the crotch before moving forward. First she soaped up my balls and then beginning at the base slicked up my penis as well so that my whole crotch was one big soapy mass. Thanks to the previous action in bed, I wasn't capable of much more than half a hard-on so I decided to give Ellen some pleasure. I took the soap from her and turned her D cup tits into foamy twin peaks. Under the froth, I could feel the nipples tightening and decided to investigate the forested region further south. The thing I really like about unshaved cunts is that when you soap them up, they stay frothy until you rinse them off. As I soaped her up down there, my fingers kept investigating the canyon in the forest, which had the desired effect of making Ellen moan and her legs shake. I teased her G-spot and then started going deeper with multiple fingers. Suddenly, with a great big shudder she screamed and I felt a light flow of juice upon my hand. After she settled down she again worked on my cock and brought out a less than impressive ejaculation. We were both drained so we just rinsed off and got dressed.

Ellen left with a promise to visit her mother as soon as possible. It was already past 8 and I wondered what she would tell her husband Andy, who must be waiting for supper.

Over the next months as fall turned to winter, the leaf raking jobs that I got in Ruth's neighborhood let me round out my scanty wardrobe a little and that together with Ellen's afternoon visits left me pretty satisfied with life. Sometimes I pestered her about what her husband would say but she always shrugged it off. "Andy understands that I need to look after my mother. Besides he's busy at work and when I visit Mom on weekends, it just gives him some time to himself."

Ellen even got me yard work in her neighborhood and then when the snow came, shoveling off sidewalks and driveways too. All in all, I was doing better than I had in years and was actually stashing away a little cash.




The Mother-in-Law Apartment



One Friday afternoon I was shoveling off the sidewalk at Ellen and Andy's house when I saw a jogger coming up the street. It turned out to be a slender young woman with dark brown hair wearing a hooded sweatshirt. I was surprised when she turned into the driveway that I had just cleaned off and even more surprised when she stuck a key in the lock. As if sensing my surprise, she turned around towards me. "Oh, I'm Shannon. No classes at college today so I thought I'd come home and spend a weekend with Mom and Dad." She threw back the sweatshirt hood to reveal a mane of shiny dark brown hair that framed her beautiful face.

"Oh yeah, they told me about you. They'll sure be glad to see you. How's school?"

"A lot more work than high school but a heck of a lot more interesting too. You're not from around here are you? How do you like it here in Chester?"

"Oh I manage. Your Mom helped me get lots of work so I'm doing just fine."

"You really got the driveway cleaned off fast. You'd probably get work even without Mom's help. Well I got to take a shower after my run. See you." 

Shannon went in the house and I kept on shoveling. When I got done, I leaned the shovel against the garage and turned to leave.

I had Shannon out of my mind when I heard: "I've made a pot of tea and Mom has some oatmeal cookies. Like to join me?"

Being sweated up and with wet shoes and socks, just going into a warm house would have been welcome. Tea and cookies with a sweet 18-year old girl? She didn't have to ask twice! She had left the front door ajar so I could just walk in. After kicking off my wet shoes in the entry, I went into the living room and was surprised to see her sitting on the couch in a bathrobe. There was a pot of steaming tea and a small plate of oatmeal cookies on the coffee table along with two cups close to her. Obviously, sitting on another sofa or chair was not an option for me!

"Oh, your socks are all wet!" Then she touched my back and felt the now cooling sweaty shirt. "You are going to catch a death of a cold if you don't get warm and dry."

"Well, it's pretty warm in here and the tea will warm me up inside."

"That's not good enough. You need to get out of that wet stuff, take a hot shower and get something dry on!"

"And have your Mom or Dad come home with me in the shower or changing clothes? Sorry, but that's not a real cool idea."

"Dad's on an extended business trip and Mom won't be home until after 5, so stop making excuses!"

I had never been in this house before so she had to show me where everything was. After the shower, I put on the robe she had left and went back to the living room where she was again sitting in front of the coffee table. I sat down and started feeling a little giddy, maybe like this wasn't really happening. I sipped some tea and nibbled on a cookie.

"I know about you and Mom."

"Uhh, what do you mean?"

"Come on Al, I heard Mom and Dad talking all about it. I even know that you don't have hair on your chest and that you're not circumcised. Another thing, Mom thought that you're longer than 6 inches and that you've really got staying power and that's not even considering that you're over 60."

I must have turned white but she cut me off before I could reply. "You know Dad has this problem. He gets a charge out of it when Mom tells him about stuff she does. I think she even acts it out in front of him. You must really get her wound up. I even got wet and worked up hearing them talk about it. Especially hearing about that first time when she massaged you to a happy end. And that soapy shower - ooohhhh, I'm getting wet talking about it."

"Well, looks like I can envy your boyfriend tonight."

"No, because I don't have one, neither here in Chester nor at school in Philly. Actually I don't think I could wait that long anyway. Al, please look at me."

I did and then our faces came together like a magnet and a piece of steel. The kisses got warmer and moister and our tongues started intermingling. Her mouth started tasting like copper and I opened her robe and took a breast in hand to which she responded with an "oooohhh." Shannon was 25 years younger than her mother Ellen and that's how her tit felt in my hand. Her hand found its way to my right thigh and started stroking and slowly inching its way up. I unbuttoned her robe fully and opening it, I was treated to a sight that sent a jolt of hot blood into my cock. She must have noticed because her hand moved up and the fingers encircled me and did some soft stroking. "Oooh Mom was right about the size and you are really hard."

I must have been really staring at her beautifully trimmed brown pubic hair and this she noticed in spite of her obvious excitement. "Do you like what you see?"

"You are beautiful!" Her body was indeed a sight. The running obviously helped her figure, maybe she did other fitness training too.

I made a move to roll towards her but she stopped me and to my surprise said: "Al, I want this to be really right, let's go to my bedroom." No further invitation was needed and we headed down the hall and we both dropped the robes on the floor of her bedroom. She pulled back the cover and laid down on her back with her legs slightly apart and her knees slightly raised, thereby partly revealing what lie beneath that beautiful brown triangle. I followed her down, planting my knees between hers and lowering my upper body onto hers. With my right hand I guided my swollen member against her wet lips and she moaned deeply as the head penetrated between the soft wet labia. We were kissing madly, our tongues intermingled, but as I attempted further progress, Shannon tensed with pain.

"Oh Al, it's okay, please don't stop."

"I don't want to hurt you, we can go easy."

"I'm sorry Al, this is my first time."

With that bit of shocking news, I nearly had a heart attack. Here we were in the 21st century and this was a college girl of 19 and a virgin?

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please fuck me now!"

By now she had pulled her knees up close to her body. I pushed harder. My cock felt like someone was pinching it. Suddenly her hymen broke and as I slid deep into paradise, her fingernails dug into my back - almost certainly drawing as much blood as must now be seeping from her now violated pussy. "Aiiiiieeeeee, oooohhh!" Her scream must have alerted the entire neighborhood to the virgin population of Chester having been reduced by one.

"Shannon, oh Shannon, should I stop?"

"Noooo, just please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me good!"

And fuck her good is what I did. I felt her tense up and warm liquid ran onto the insides of my thighs. I wanted to give her a chance at a second explosion but her snug and wet warmth did not allow me to hold back long and I began jerking and spurting. We calmed and lay together for some time before I withdrew. Our pubic areas were both a mess, there was a large wet area on the bed, in the midst of which were signs of blood. Here I was, past 60 and I'd just had my first session with a virgin!

We had a nice sexy shower together with lots of soaping each other. The only thing I love more than running my hands over soapy slick tits is soaping up a hairy cunt. Shannon seemed to have a similar bent of her own and couldn't get enough of holding back my foreskin and then making the head real soapy. It didn't take long and I was so hard, my foreskin was back on its own. We were heading for the bed again when I noticed that that her little bedside clock was showing close to 5 PM! We both let out a common: "Oh shit!" Then we dressed in record time and got back to the living room just before Ellen drove up. The scare of getting caught took care of my magnificent hard on so I didn't have to hide a tent pole when Ellen walked in to find us sitting properly separated on the couch having tea and cookies.

"Ellen, you have a wonderful and very kind daughter. She felt sorry for me and made a pot of tea for me and served some of your yummy oatmeal cookies."

"Oh Al, nice of you to mention that. Boy, am I bushed. Please excuse me but I'm heading for the shower."

No sign of suspicion.

"Bye Shannon, thanks again!"

With that, I put on my coat, hat and gloves and got on my old bicycle. On the way back to Ruth's house, lots of stuff went through my head.

For the last 15 years, I'd been mostly on the run, staying in one place no longer than a month or two. When I dared, I had hitchhiked. If I had enough money, I'd buy a bus ticket. Otherwise, I'd sneak into a railroad yard and look for an open boxcar. I took any work so long as the boss didn't need an ID and would pay in cash. I'd combined wheat in the Great Plains, I'd worked on construction jobs and farms among illegal immigrants and I'd gardened for tightwad rich folks. I'd lived in labor barracks, skid row hotels and occasionally above a garage.

Now in my basement apartment in this Pennsylvania suburb, my life seemed to be getting more stable and pleasant and I'd begun to have more to look forward to than just avoiding capture. Up until now, there had been one little worry, the possible complications arising from the sexual affair with Ellen. Now with Ellen's daughter, Shannon, in the picture, the worry got bigger. How long would it be until Ellen or, heaven forbid, Andy found out? Just that thought alone brought images of a policemen knocking at the door. The other thing was the business of Andy knowing all about Ellen and I. Apparently, so far it was helping him get his rocks off in his own way, which I had nothing against. On the other hand, I had seen tolerance turn to hate and violence for just about no reason at all.

There's an old saying that a stiff dick has no conscience. My experience has taught me that a stiff dick makes a man take risks that he wouldn't otherwise take. And so I stayed in Chester.

For the next months, life in paradise continued. Ellen visited her mother regularly - 3 and more times a week and our sex progressed to more exotic activities. We got into oral and achieved mutual orgasms doing the sixty-nine. Whenever Ellen had her period, she gave me the some real world-class massages and these were always concluded with a happy end, either using her hand or her mouth or both. Of course Ruth knew what was going on and I often wondered if she listened or even somehow managed to watch.

One afternoon in late March, after a particularly exhausting session, we lay on the bed side by side, both naked. The sun was shining in and our bodies were warm, even without the benefit of a blanket.

"Al, I haven't been entirely truthful with you."

Alarm lights went on in my head. "Really? Actually, you don't have to tell me everything."

"Andy knows about us."

Of course I couldn't let on that Shannon had clued me in to how she had been giving Andy the details all along so I had to do some acting: "Ellen, how in the hell did he find out?"

"That's what I haven't been truthful about, Al. Actually Andy isn't completely asexual and very much enjoys it when I relate the details. We both get naked and then I tell him everything, blow by blow, even partly acting things out. He gets a partial erection, not enough for penetration, but he is able to cum."

"Ellen, don't a guy have to get an erection to cum?"

"There's two different systems at work. Normally they work together, but they don't have to. Andy tenses up and with the help of my hand or mouth, he releases. Afterwards he is more or less satisfied and calmed."

"You must know a lot more about male equipment than most men do."

"Well, I do have the advantage of medical training as well as field experience."

"Speaking of field experience, so you relate to Andy all the details of a sexual encounter. Did he ever suspect it was me?"

"He never asks for names, just a description - I guess so he can picture the scene better. Like he wants to know age, hair color or bald, fat or skinny, tall or short, beard or clean shaven, stuff like that to give him the general picture of the guy. Naturally, he wants to know about the equipment they have between the legs. That alone helps him get in the mood. You know, like how big is the guy. Now, I don't carry a ruler and calipers to measure the length and girth, but I think my eye for penis size has gotten pretty good. Once in the hospital, we worked in a study and had to take measurements of lots of men so I almost don't have to measure."

"Boy Ellen, you're like a talking Wikipedia when it comes to sex."

"Well, with Andy's demands for details, I did get better and better. Oh yeah, naturally he wants to know if the guy is circumcised or not. I can even tell if a guy was circumcised as an infant or adult."

I laughed and said "So now, not only does Andy know that you and I have a thing going, he also knows that I was circumcised as a baby and he knows the length and thickness of my dick. Does he know how heavy my balls are too?"

"Not too exactly. We never had to take that data in the study. Measuring a man's penis is tricky enough. I don't even know how to go about measuring or weighing the testicles." 

"How did Andy get you to tell him that you're busy with me specifically?"

"He didn't ask me to or get me to. It came out accidently. You know, Al, what we do is extremely erotic and he really got into hearing about our passion. I really work hard at acting out what we do. It wasn't too long before one day, I moaned out your name."

"Jesus Christ, Ellen, what happens now?" I was already planning my leaving town in the middle of the night, hopefully not leaving any tracks. This kind of talk always affects me and in spite of the developing fear, my penis was making a very nice recovery.

"I think Andy would really like to watch us, but doesn't dare to ask, because then someone other than me would know about this kinkiness. Just out of interest, not that I want to of course, but Al, if I asked you, would you fuck me with Andy watching?"

"I just don't know if I could get it up with a man watching." I didn't know if I could get it up with a woman watching either, but that was beside the point.

"Al, just looking at how hard you are getting while we talk about it, I'm willing to bet you would be a real star performer."

"Ellen, no one else is watching and we are alone. There's a difference between talking and doing. And speaking of doing ..." And we were on our way again.

Surprisingly, her little out-of-interest question didn't set off big warning bells to tell me to get out of town and it didn't take me long to forget it. In fact Ellen came back a couple days later and we had better sex than ever. Was I imagining she had told me that she was giving Andy blow-by-blow accounts of what went on in that basement apartment? Before she left, she pulled another surprise and asked me to join her and Andy at their house for dinner the coming Saturday evening!

Could I handle that? Sit across the table from a man who knows every detail about my sex life with his wife? The only thing I didn't know was if she had told Andy that she had told me that he knew. What a complex social situation I was getting into!

"Ellen, are you sure this is the right thing?"

"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't ask you. Andy is fine with our sex affair. You know what he went through with the cancer. After all those problems, he sees life differently than before. Mainly, he's gotten rid of lots of old hang-ups and taboos. So yes, it's right and he wants to get to know you better and I really want you to come."

How much could this woman talk me into? Anyway come Saturday evening, I biked over to Andy and Ellen's house and with a half-dozen roses in hand, rang the doorbell. The door opened and there was the next surprise - it was Shannon! It turned out that she was now on spring break. So we were to be a foursome for dinner!

Somehow Ellen had found out how much I like halibut. So that's what she served for dinner - roasted halibut with wine-braised fennel. And she and Andy hadn't skimped on the wine either - a Beringer 2010 Sauvignon Blanc.

After dinner, Ellen and Shannon started clearing the table and made it clear that Andy and I were not to help. It was then that we started warming up to each other. He talked a bit about his job and various local issues that I knew little about but which I managed to show a polite interest in and even expand on. Then the conversation got a little more personal when he started inquiring about how I happened to come to Chester and what I'd been doing before coming. As always, I'm pretty close-mouthed when it comes to my past so it didn't take long until he got to the subject of the liaison that Ellen and I were carrying on.

"Al, I just want to make clear from my side that I'm okay with what's going on between you and Ellen. She's told you about my prostate cancer history and I've made up my mind that she shouldn't be deprived sexually. She's been with a few other men but it's not easy to lead a non-conventional life in a small city like Chester. I just want to say that you've really made a difference in her life and in mine too."

I mumbled some non-committal reply. What can you say to the husband whose wife you've been screwing for months? When Andy went on to mention Shannon, alarms started going off in my head.

"Al we have become a very open family when it comes to the subject of sexuality. This wasn't always so. Ellen has no doubt mentioned our oldest daughter, Rhonda, who is married and lives in Binghamton. She's doing fine now but that wasn't always the case. She was 17 when, under peer pressure, she had her first sex, in the backseat of a car with a football player in her high school. Apparently, the guy was a real egoist and a sexual idiot with an oversize penis that he thought was the key to sexual happiness for him and his partner. Anyway, Rhonda wasn't ready and it hurt and she became sexually frigid. It took lots of therapy before she was able to marry and be a real wife and mother. After that, Ellen and I began a meaningful sexual dialogue with Shannon. As a result Shannon never was able to avoid meaningless high school sex. In fact Shannon is still a virgin. No it's not because of religion and she isn't a prude. It seems that she just hasn't found the man that she wants to have sex with and that's what I want to talk to you about."

I started wondering if he and Ellen knew. Had Shannon told? All I could say was "Okay."

That's when he hit me with the proposal. "The three of us have talked about the thing you've got going with Ellen. Right from the beginning I could see that Shannon was getting really aroused upon hearing Ellen tell what you two do. She has decided that she would like you to be the one to take her virginity and she would like it to be tonight."

My jaw must have hit the floor with a big bang. Anyway Andy continued: "I know this may take you by surprise, but we couldn't very well send you a dinner invitation with a postscript asking you to fuck our daughter, could we?"

I agreed with him that such an invitation might look suspicious.

"But Al, seriously, would you be okay with this?"

"You mean right this evening, right here in your house?"

"Of course. As I said this family is comfortable with sex. We think it is a beautiful and natural thing, not something dirty to hide in the garage or in the backseat of a car. Parents get really excited about various firsts in a child's life. Some fathers won't even go on a business trip for fear they will miss the first step that their kid takes. I was, even got Ronda and Shannon's first steps on video. Had we treated Rhonda's first sex like that, she wouldn't have gone through all the misery she did."

Finally, I got my tongue back: "You mean you want to watch me take your daughter's virginity?"

"Of course. Look, Ellen told me that you might be a little uncomfortable having sex with someone else in the room, but this wouldn't be like being watched as in a porn movie. Look at it as a pleasant sort-of ritual. Trust us. We've really thought this whole thing out. Shall we have a jolt of brandy just too take the edge off?"




The Mother-in-Law Apartment



We had nearly finished our brandy when Ellen came back. "Hey what's keeping you two? Oh bring your glasses and the bottle. I'll bring a couple glasses for Shannon and I."

We went into their master bedroom and then into the adjoining master bathroom and it was indeed a master with a great big corner tub. Shannon was already sitting in the foamy hot water and gave me a great big inviting smile as we walked in. I must have hesitated a bit because Ellen promptly sidled up to me and began unbuttoning my shirt. Before I even got the tee shirt over my head, I could feel Ellen unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. Then she got behind me and hooked her thumbs in the elastic of my boxers. "Okay, now let's let big boy out of the cage." And with that she pulled my boxers down to the floor and helped me get out of my socks. Shannon's eyes were fixed on my groin. I could feel Andy trying to eyeball my genitals without appearing to do so.

Ellen must have been a little surprised that I wasn't completely hard because she lifted my penis on the underside and asked: "Does big boy know what he's in for tonight?"

I stepped into the tub and Andy poured brandy all around. I made a toast to the fine dinner that Ellen and Shannon had made. I complimented them on the beautiful bathroom and they gave me a short play-by-play on how they got it that way. Andy poured another round.

Both Andy and Ellen seemed to really want events to move ahead, but it was Ellen who took over as conductor. "Try this. The fragrance is really stimulating and you get really slicked up." With those words, she handed me a bottle of some sort of shower/bath jell and I took the hint.

I soaped up Shannon's shoulders and she rose up out of the water so I could soap up her breasts. Now I was really in my element and I think we both no longer felt the presence of Andy and Ellen, who were no doubt still there sipping their brandy. Shannon had begun to play with my penis and when I say play, that's what it really was - not just grab and stroke, really playing. Some girls are just plain fascinated by the anatomy of the penis and Shannon was one of them. If she marries a guy who's circumcised, she is really going to miss the foreskin. Anyway it wasn't long and my foreskin was pretty well stretched. Oddly enough, only then did it occur to me that I was supposed to deflower a girl who I had already deflowered. 

We hugged and made out and carried on a whispered conversation.

"Shannon, I take it that you didn't tell your parents that we've already fucked. Won't they notice if I go in too smoothly?"

"We'll just have to pull it off somehow. I'll be glad to squeal if you let me know when."

"I should have made a mark on my dick when the going got tough."

"Al, damn it, this is serious. Just stop at the right time and grunt a little and I'll squeal and show some pain."

"Do you have any catsup to use for blood?"

"I'll scratch your back in ecstasy and then rub some blood on the sheet."

While we were whispering, she had manipulated me to maximum erection and I was working her pussy with three fingers. We both agreed it was time so we rose up and showered each other off. After we had dried off, Andy took Shannon by the hand and led her to the adjoining master bedroom where the covers of the big king bed were turned down to the floor. Ellen took my hand and we followed. Andy graciously let Shannon lie on her back as he continued to lightly hold her right hand. Shannon spread her legs slightly and bent her knees, her feet still on the bed. Ellen used her hands to coach me into position between Shannon's legs. Before I could get all the way down and in contact with Shannon's waiting pussy, Ellen took my penis in her hand and pulled me into position - in fact as the head went in, she still had her hand around the shaft.

"Al, I think you and Shannon will find your way now." And with that she went to the head of the bed and took Shannon's left hand lightly between her hands.

I slid in an inch or so and made a show of effort. Shannon whimpered. I made like I was pushing harder and then stopped.

"Shannon, is it okay?"

She took in a deep and quick breath and moaned: "Al, you're so sweet. I want it so much. I want you deep inside me. Hurt me and then fuck me and fuck me good. Oh fuck me now! Please!"

I thought the show had gone on long enough and I was way out of control anyway. I went in most of the way and she not only squealed, she screamed. Then there was a look of relief and satisfaction on her face. I was stroking madly and she responded with counterstrokes. We were covered with sweat. 

This was not to be a marathon act of intercourse and I started tensing up. Shannon had her eyes closed and seemed partly unconscious. Then I had to let go and she responded to my orgasm with one of her own. I became conscious of a burning on my back. Shannon had torn her hands free of her parents and was clinging to my back with her fingernails. Then we collapsed together and nearly went to sleep in one another's arms.

Afterwards, when we awoke and rolled apart, I saw the little blood smear in the big cum stain on the bed. It was then that I noticed that Andy and Ellen were no longer in the room. Shannon and I went into the bathroom and showered each other off. This brought on the expected result that we both got heavily aroused. I picked her up and got her legs on my shoulders but before I could enter her she came with another suggestion: "Al, please take me from behind and cup my breasts while you fuck me." She got down, turned around and sort of leaned over the lavatory. I came up to her beautiful rear end and held her hips while I entered. "Al, my breasts, please!" I didn't need to hold her hips anymore because she pushed back against my strokes. We could look at ourselves in the mirror as we fucked and that was an extra turn-on. Even so, I didn't cum nearly as soon as before on the bed and she went through what seemed like several near highs and then had one big crashing orgasm just before I finished. We showered again but this time without the follow-up sex and just collapsed into bed.

The next morning, I slid out of bed while Shannon was still sound asleep and got dressed. I didn't see anyone in the house as I quietly left and pedaled back to my basement apartment to change clothes for work. Saturday night was the big night at the club so the cleanup on Sunday was tough. I got done about three in the afternoon and went home for some badly needed sleep. The club was closed Sunday and Monday nights so unless there was snow to shovel or lots of garden work, I stayed close to home on Monday and Tuesday - sometimes sleeping in, sometimes reading the newspapers that Ruth saved for me.

Around 2 on Tuesday afternoon, I was reading Monday's NY Times when the connecting door to the basement opened and in walked Shannon barefooted and wearing her running clothes.

"I was out running and ended up here visiting Grandma. She said I ought to shower so I came down to use yours. The one upstairs is a tub-shower and I really hate those. Mom said there is really a good one down here. You don't mind do you, Al?"

"Shannon, I can't imagine I'd mind anything that you do."

I hardly got the sentence out my mouth and she was already pulling the core shirt over her head. She had on one of those front closure sport bras and that was on the floor in a jiffy. Her tights and panties went down in one smooth motion and there she stood facing me wearing her birthday suit. I must have had an astonished look because she said, "Well, I can't very well shower with my clothes on can I? Anyway, you've already seen me this way." 

She headed for the bathroom and then turned around and said, "You are going to join me aren't you?"

"Shannon, your grandmother is right upstairs!"

"And?"

"I mean she's going to suspect something going on down here."

"It's not a problem, believe me. We'll talk about it later. Come on, I want you to wash me." 

She went in and I heard water running and I got undressed. By now I had recovered from my surprise and shock - as evidenced by the swelling down below.

In the shower I took a bar of soap and soaped her back and then moved around to those beautiful taught breasts, alternately soaping and rinsing. Shannon's nipples got hard and I could see her eyes closing and hear her soft moaning. I washed her feet and moved up her legs using lots of alternating pressure on the inside of her thighs. As I started soaping her pussy, I couldn't help but notice she was very well lubricated and three fingers went right in with no effort. This really got her moaning so I stood up and rubbed the slit with the head of my cock.

"Al, oh Al, I want it now!"

No more invitation was needed. I reached under her knees, lifted her up and set her lubed-up pussy right on my cock. All I had to do was let her down and I was inside of paradise itself. Both of us rocked away using our hips and although it didn't take us long to peak, a standing up fuck like this is pretty strenuous for the male and I was really panting when we both settled down. I let her slide down to put her feet back on the floor of the shower. Just then the shower curtain parted and a stark naked Ellen squeezed in with us. I realized then that it must already be after five and she was just off work.

"Wow, it sounded like you two had a really nice sexy shower! I got all wet just listening."

Things had already come to the point where the only thing that surprised me with this family was that they could still surprise me. Now what the hell do you do when you are in the shower with mother and daughter, just after you have blown your wad with the daughter? First, you hope that you can get Johnnie back up again, and second, somehow keep both happy.

"Ellen, you never stop surprising me."

"I've been getting wet all afternoon at work thinking about what you two might be up to so I decided to come and see as soon as I got off."

Shannon was all smiles. I knew some wondrous activities were in store and I wondered who would take the lead.

It was Ellen who took command. "Come on Al, don't be so dumbfounded, soap me up and make me hot. Shannon, see what you can do with Al's big penis. Look, he's still soft. Pull his foreskin back and soap up the head."

Shannon was now really in her element and before long, I started swelling up. I soaped Ellen's tits really well and by the time I started soaping her pussy, she was really wet and so loose that three of my fingers went right in. At the same time that I was finger fucking her pussy with the first three fingers of my right hand, my left hand was massaging her tits and pinching her nipples. Meanwhile, Shannon was successfully working my cock back into form, first with her hands and then she went down and I felt those luscious lips slide over the head and go down the shaft until I felt the head stop somewhere in the back of her mouth. I knew now that I wanted to fuck Ellen quickly. It was time for me to take charge.

"Shannon, I want to fuck your Mom and I want you to watch. Let's all get dried off and go to the bed. We need some space for what comes next."

After we got done drying one another, I took them both by the hand, Ellen on the right and Shannon on the left, and we walked stark naked to the little bedroom. I stopped before the bed and hugged and kissed both, sort of to let them know that neither was to be left out of the fun to come. Then I pulled back the blankets and bunched up the pillows against the headboard. Then I sat down in the middle of the bed and towards the head so as to sit up. Shannon and Ellen took my patting the bed to the left and right as a cue and sat on either side of me. And there we were, all stark naked sitting up in bed, Shannon on the right of me and Ellen on the left. My right arm was well over Shannon's shoulder so I could cup her right tit, the left doing the same for Ellen. They were both kissing me so I couldn't see what was going on in my lap but I felt hands groping my dick. Momentarily, breaking off the kissing, I was able to see Ellen's right hand working my dick while Shannon was leaning over a bit to cup my balls, alternately squeezing and rolling them.

Obviously, I couldn't hold back much longer and I really wanted to fuck Ellen so again it was time for me to take the initiative. Rolling over onto my knees, I manhandled Ellen away from the head of the bed and got between her knees. Shannon got up onto her knees and moved beside me. Ellen raised her knees and spread her legs further to give me better access. Shannon took my dick in her hand and sort of guided me to Ellen's waiting pussy. I slid all the way in and began fucking with long slow strokes. Shannon, holding Ellen's right hand, had several of Ellen's fingers in her mouth and was sucking them noisily while at the same time rubbing her clit with her right hand. I wondered who would climax first. The answer came soon enough. Ellen with two people attending her, let out a scream and I felt her cum squirt over my groin and thighs. Shannon let go of Ellen's hand and worked herself into frenzy with both hands and squirted on the bed between her legs. This time she sort of fainted momentarily and then came to with a wide smile. In the meantime, I came inside Ellen and collapsed against her. 

The three of us sort of entangled ourselves together on the bed, all sweaty and silent for what must have been a half hour or so. When we cooled off a little, we covered up and got into a groping scene. I couldn't get it up properly anymore so I went down on both alternately and they were able to climax, albeit not as violently as before.

"Should we go to the shower and get cleaned up?" asked a sweet voiced Shannon.

"If you girls, promise not to abuse my penis, I'll be glad to come along and help you wash."

Taking my dick in her hand softly, Ellen replied: "Poor thing, overworked and abused. Promise not to make a human rights issue of this and I'll apply some healing lotion."

Then back into the tiny shower, lots of soaping, rinsing and groping, but I still couldn't get it back up. After we dried off, Ellen and Shannon did do a nice job of applying some kind of hand lotion to my dick, but even with all their kind hand- and mouth-work, my Richard was only moderately responsive.

"Girls, you'll just have to come back another day."

And indeed they did. The next afternoon they came together, no "just happened to be jogging in the neighborhood" from Shannon and no "just happen to be on my way home from work" from Ellen. Along about 5, they knocked on the connecting door and entered without delay. Both walked over to me and we got into a big hugging, kissing and groping session in the living room before Ellen took the initiative and made her proposal for the afternoon's entertainment.

"Shannon and I thought it would be kind of neat to see who can make you cum first." And with that she took out one of those old-fashioned boiled egg timers.

"Wow, I can't wait to hear the rules of engagement for that."

"Okay Al, here's the way it's going to work. You're going to lie on your back and you're not allowed to wiggle, thrust or take any action at all. Shannon and I are going to take turns riding the peg, each of us getting one minute at a time. I mean like I ride you for a minute and then when the alarm buzzes, Shannon gets her turn. We go like that until you cum. The one riding when you cum is the winner."

This all sounded good to me but I still had a question. "And what is the prize for the winner?" 

"It's a surprise for you."

The winner was Ellen. It occurred to me that this "contest" might not have as much to do with talent as with luck. Both women had wonderful, wet sexy pussies and both were good looking in their own way. Shannon had a beautiful body in the Hollywood and Playboy sense. Ellen was more rounded out and for me, somehow more exuberant. And Ellen was more uninhibited than Shannon, if indeed that were possible. The "prize" ended up being that the winner got to clean me up. Ellen went at it with gusto while Shannon watched and masturbated herself to a crashing orgasm. In spite of Ellen's enthusiastic licking, I only got half a hard-on and Ellen didn't really get off either. I wondered who really was the winner.

As the week of spring break went on there were more double plays and some singles. In one double play, both Ellen and Shannon got on their knees side-by-side on the living room floor. The object of this game was that I was supposed to bring them both to orgasm before I exploded. I nearly came just looking at those two magnificent rear ends and exposed pussies. Needless to say, my thundering orgasm came pretty quickly. Being a proponent of fair play and a good loser, I decided to let both benefit. I started squirting inside Shannon and then before exhaustion, pulled out and let Ellen have the rest. Since neither had yet reached their peak and my pecker was drooping, the only thing to do was to use my tongue and hands and bring them both over the top. 

With the end of spring break, Shannon went back to school and Ellen and I took up where we had left off. I liked it best when she worked swing shift because then she came over in the afternoon before work when she wasn't tired. We had sex and afterwards lay around having long talks about every subject imaginable. History, politics, health, books, movies, taxes - you name it. She often tried to steer the conversation towards my background and I really had to be careful. Holding back wasn't easy. After all, we had been pretty damn intimate for over half a year and she still hadn't given me a single reason to distrust her and that's saying something. 

After all, for around 15 years, my distrust had been a big factor in keeping me free. I pretended to Ellen that the whole business with job loss and nasty divorce was still too painful to talk about. In reality, it had never come to a divorce, at least not for me. After the separation, my ex had tried to strengthen her case by accusing me of mistreating our kids. The DA got wind of this and got a court order to have the kids seen by a child psychologist. That's when the cluster fuck really began. Child shrinks work with dolls and have all kinds of tricks. Basically, they can get a kid to say anything they want the kid to say. Once she got the kids to say what she wanted them to say, the DA sent the police around to pick me up. Then to make matters worse, my wife turned over a video that I'd made of the kids romping playfully in the kiddy pool in our backyard - stark naked of course. Neither my ex or I were in the video, but at the end it was my voice asking them if they wanted some ice cream. Worse yet, the damn video camera picked up and somehow exaggerated my breathing while I was recording!

I was arrested and I got into the system - arraignment, prints, DNA, the whole nine yards. My attorney recommended a plea bargain. Maybe I could get off with "only" 5 or 10 years and still be in my forties when I got out. Go to prison as a convicted child molester? Yeah right, come out in my forties with a worn-out asshole, no teeth and who knows what other damage. And was if I came out at all. Thanks but no thanks. I said get me out on bail and I'll fight this all the way. Fortunately, we had lots of equity in the house and savings. Those assets plus what a local bail bondsman put up, I was released on bail.

Fighting is not what I had had in mind. I ran. With a little hiking rucksack and some basic necessities, I took a Greyhound to Cincinnati and pretended to be homeless, which in fact, I really was. I quickly learned how to travel by freight train, get jobs that pay in cash and most importantly, stay anonymous.

Here in Chester, things were really peachy. I had a really decent place to live, enough money to eat well, buy proper clothes and more sex than 99% of all men my age could even dream about. To keep this going, I just needed to avoid conflict with Ellen and her family and not get noticed too much by the neighbors. Fortunately, about half of all Americans don't even know the names of their neighbors. That's what the statistics show and it sure jives with what I've seen. I always wonder if it used to be different. Like in a Norman Rockwell painting where two neighbors are leaning on the back fence discussing the weather or beer or sex or whatever. It wasn't that way where I lived with my ex and I'd not seen it during my time on the run.