11 comments/ 134099 views/ 42 favorites The Perfect Mom By: rufriter Zak didn't come from a broken home so much as from a slowly disintegrating one. He always knew his Dad was a heavy drinker, but it wasn't until the boy was old enough to understand the term that he realised his Dad was what was called a functioning alcoholic. This meant that he could stay sober enough during the day to earn a very good living, but after he finished work he hit the booze with a vengeance. Zak could never fathom why his parents had ever married, because they were as alike as chalk and cheese. Like many drunks, Walter Turner was withdrawn and morose, but fortunately for his wife Edna, too timid for violence. On the other hand she was friendly and sociable, but with little social life, thanks to her husband's heavy drinking. To compensate, Edna immersed herself in various but frequently changing charitable and community ventures, often attending meetings lasting until late evenings, so from his early teens her son was well accustomed to fending for himself at mealtimes. When Zak was sixteen his father finally succeeded in destroying his liver and himself. Fortunately his life insurance took care of the house mortgage, but there were still living expenses, so Edna was forced to forgo most of her charitable activities and find paid employment. She was careful to point out to her son, though, that she felt she still had a role to play in the community, so it was possible that she would be out late perhaps two or three evenings a week. A few weeks after the death of his father, Zak dropped out of school and found work as a junior counter salesman for a plumbing supplier, and by age twenty-one his natural ability and charm saw him appointed the youngest assistant branch manager in the company. He didn't let it go to his head, because in reality it was no more than a title, and his work duties didn't change appreciably. Besides, he knew it would take at least ten years to work his way up to branch manager – if it ever happened. Not long after his promotion, he stopped at his usual coffee shop for his morning eye opener, and his eyes really did open when he saw a new girl working the espresso machine. She was a petite brunette with brown eyes and a dazzling smile, but what really drew his attention was the most superb set of jugs he had ever seen outside a porn magazine. They weren't huge, and they were well covered by a blouse fastened at the neck, but the way they pushed against the fabric made his mouth go dry. In his work his persuasiveness was his greatest asset, but this had always deserted him where girls were concerned. He found it relatively easy to communicate with women over thirty, although he would never dare to try anything, but girls nearer his own age terrified him. It took him several awkward days to find the nerve to introduce himself to the new girl in the coffee shop, and learn her name was Chastity Reynolds, and she was three years his senior. It took him a further two weeks to persuade her to catch a movie with him. Two nights later she groped for his hand in the darkness of the theatre, and held it loosely in her lap as she leaned towards him inviting a kiss. He was acutely aware of the position of his hand, and he cursed himself for lacking the guts to take up what he was sure was a thinly veiled invitation. Then the movie finished and he took her home, thanking her for the evening and bidding her goodnight with a modestly chaste kiss. Each time they dated she seemed to be sending out signals, but it wasn't until towards the end of their fifth date that he worked up the courage to act. They were saying goodnight outside her door, and as they kissed he casually brushed a hand across her breast and when she didn't protest he became a little bolder. This time she pressed forward against his palm, and taking encouragement he tried to unfasten her blouse. She backed away abruptly. "Not here, someone might come along." Fumbling for her keys, she unlocked the door and led him into her small apartment. The instant they were inside her whole demeanour changed, and she pressed up tightly against him with an appreciative murmur as she felt his cock stiffen. From then on she took the lead, and with actions that belied her name, she began to undress. He put out a hand to help, but she stepped back a pace with a shake of her dark curls. "No, you made me wait so now I'll make you wait." He watched entranced as she unclipped her bra, expecting her breasts to sag a little without the support, but they remained firm with the hard brown nipples seemingly aimed directly at him. The rest of her clothes followed quickly, then she reached for his belt, smiling with pleasure as she freed his cock. When she had undressed him, she grasped his tool and led him quickly to her bedroom. He had no more than a few seconds to stare with awe at her shaven slit as she stretched out on the bed, then she was pulling him over her, pushing a hard pointed nipple against his lips as she guided his cock into her eager pussy. Her mood was mercurial as they fucked, one moment gentle sensitive lovemaking, and the next an almost frenzied striving to please him as much as he was pleasing her. In the more frantic moments her inner muscles clenched around his shaft, as though she was trying to suck his very soul out through his cock. Then just as suddenly she relaxed, allowing him to recover before clamping tight again. Time seemed to stand still, and everything blurred, leaving them conscious of only his thrusting cock and her clutching pussy, until he finally erupted, pumping jet after jet of thick hot cum into the depths of her cunt. Over the next several months she never failed to amaze him with her inventiveness and patience as she gradually coaxed him out of his shell, but one day she gave him a surprise that was to turn his whole life upside down. It was a Monday night, and they were lying in bed recovering after another energetic frolic, when Chastity asked him casually if he would be interested in going to a swingers club on the coming Friday evening. He didn't exactly relish the idea of his girlfriend being fucked by other men, but it was something he had always wanted to try, so after thinking about it he agreed. Chastity drove them to the club, which turned out to be a huge old house on the southern fringe of town. From the outside it looked like a run down old dump, but inside, whilst not luxurious, it was neat and well kept, and as he was to discover, some of the larger bedrooms were partitioned off to form smaller rooms, each with a bed. The main room off the entrance hall was dimly lit and crowded, and the kitchen had been converted into a bar-cloakroom. It seemed to Zak that Chastity had been here before, because she made a beeline for the bar and returned with a couple of soft drinks, and minus her coat. He gawked as she approached, because she was wearing a short skirt slit up the front almost to the waist, and a see through blouse that did nothing to hide her braless boobs. The strains of an old song – 'Welcome to my world' - came softly from speakers mounted high on the walls, and he found himself singing along under his breath. He couldn't name the singer, but given the nature of the club the words seemed to fit the occasion. As his eyes adjusted he realised that Chastity was one of the more modestly dressed, because many of those present were already naked or close to it. He was surprised to see that all shapes sizes and ages were represented, and some of them were openly groping each other. One thing that struck him was that the majority of the women had one thing in common, their pubic areas were either shaven or trimmed to a 'landing strip' above uniformly smooth vaginas. They stood sipping their drinks for not more than five minutes, before they were approached by a rather attractive couple in their forties. The man was tall and well built, and wearing only a polo shirt and shorts. By contrast his companion was almost as petite as Charity, with her blonde hair in a bun, and a knee length dress that showed plenty of cleavage, and a generous amount of extremely shapely leg. Turning to Charity the man kissed her warmly. "Hello Chas. We haven't seen you here for ages." He put out a hand to shake Zak's, and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Andrew, and this wonderful sexy apparition beside me is my wife Zoe. We're quite old hands at this, in fact you could say we are the A to Z of the swinging scene." He laughed at his own joke, and boldly fondled Chastity's breasts. "You feel as good as ever," he quipped, and grinning at Zak's expression he looked pointedly at his wife's cleavage. "Feel free to have a free feel. I'm sure Zoe won't mind. After all, that's what we are all here for, and she's as fond of young cock as I am of young pussy." Zak hesitated, torn between wanting to accept the invitation, and feeling uncomfortable about doing so with Chastity watching, but she settled the matter by tugging Zoe's dress open to expose a surprisingly firm hard nippled breast. "Help yourself to the goodies." Almost of its own accord, his hand lifted to cup the soft globe, and Chastity glanced over his shoulder. "Good, there's a room free. How about we get this show on the road?" Without waiting to see if Zak followed, she dragged Andrew towards a door that another couple were exiting. Reluctantly releasing Zoe's breast, he took her hand and went after the others. They were only seconds behind, but already Chastity had removed her blouse and was unfastening the waist clasp of her skirt, as Andrew dropped his shorts to reveal his twitching erection. Without delay the petite brunette stretched out on the bed, pulling the older man between her outspread thighs. Zak had thought that he would be resentful at his girlfriend being with another man, but watching Andrew's cock slide into her he became aroused like never before, and he turned eagerly to help Zoe out of her dress, caressing her smooth, already moist slit as she unfastened and removed his pants. Lifting her effortlessly, he laid her on the bed beside his girlfriend and her husband, and sucked avidly on her puckered nipples as drove into her waiting pussy. He was reminded briefly of his first time with Chastity as the mature blonde's talented inner muscles rippled up and down his shaft, before the thought was driven from his mind by the unanticipated joy of fucking, and being fucked by a much older, more experienced woman. The months with Chastity had been educational to say the least, but he couldn't help but wonder how much more he could have learned from the sensuous woman he was fucking right now. The longer her versatile pussy worked it's magic on his cock, the more he began to regret that he had never thought to take an interest in maturer women. She moaned quietly, thrusting against him as she started to cum, and he exulted as he poured a stream of thick cock cream into her clutching cunt, at almost the same instant as Andrew ejaculated inside Chastity. There was a wet, barely audible sucking sound when he pulled his spent cock out, and Zoe gave a satisfied sigh. "Wow, somebody taught you well. You and your cock can come back any time you like." Since Andrew had told Zak that he and his wife were old hands at swinging, it seemed reasonable to assume that they had each had more sexual partners than they could count, so it was a huge ego boost to think he had apparently more than satisfied a woman with so much experience. Now that the men had finished Zoe turned to embrace Chastity, and Zak watched avidly as she sucked the the younger girl's tits, and slowly worked her way down to fasten her mouth over her cum filled pussy. The pair licked and caressed each other to another climax, and then by unspoken agreement the quartet dressed and split up to seek further distractions. Zak wandered into the bar for a fresh drink, then wandered around watching the activity going on around him. He glanced casually as he passed an open door, and turned back for a double take, not sure if his eyes had deceived him. His Uncle Leo, his Mom's brother, was between the outspread legs of a woman, strenuously fucking her bald cunt. Her face was obscured by another man, but there was no mistaking that this second guy was thrusting his cock into her mouth. Zak felt his cock stiffen again as he watched a threesome for the first time, a threesome made more arousing by knowing one of the men involved. After a few minutes both men withdrew and the woman sat up, wiping her mouth with her palm. The blood drained from Zak's cheeks and cock, and there was a sick lump in the pit of his stomach as he saw the all too familiar face of his Mom. He spun around and fled in disgust and confusion. Deep inside he knew that being without a partner it was only natural for his mother to have needs, but to do it with two men at once, and one of them her own brother? All thought of Chastity was driven from his mind in his sudden need to escape, and he left the club and caught a cab home, where he dug out a half finished bottle of his father's scotch, and for the first time in his life he drank himself into oblivion. He woke on Saturday morning with a raging hangover, but he had a morning's work ahead of him so he didn't have time to feel sorry for himself. After washing down a couple of headache pills with some strong coffee he set out. Fortunately he was busy enough not to have to think about last night, but when he returned home after work it all came back and hit him again. He had no idea what time his Mom had arrived home, but she looked like hell. Sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee, she was wearing her open robe over her short nightdress, and her eyes were ringed with dark circles. She gave him a tired smile, but not trusting himself to reply, he poured himself a coffee and went into the living room where he stood looking sightlessly out of the window. After a few moments she followed him in. "What's wrong Zak? Have a bad morning at work?" He turned on her, his face twisted with anger and disgust. "How long has it been going on?" She looked at him without understanding, and he continued. "You and Uncle Leo. I saw the two of you last night, going at it like animals." She looked as though she had been struck by hammer, and she couldn't meet his eyes."Well if you did there's no point in trying to deny it is there?" Her voice was barely audible, and although he knew she had no choice, he was glad she hadn't tried to lie to him. Suddenly, unexpectedly, the first image returned of her lying back with her brother thrusting into her, and he was dismayed to find his cock stiffening as it had last night. He sat down in the armchair, afraid and ashamed in case she noticed his arousal. She stepped closer and crouched in front of him. "Zak, let me explain." He shook his head and pushed her away, and she sprawled back on the carpet, her nightdress riding up to expose her. He glared at her in fury, and she returned his stare defiantly, making no attempt to cover herself or even giving any indication that she was aware that she was exposed. Suddenly he was on her, inside her, and she lay motionless, understanding and accepting his rage as he fucked her savagely, wanting to punish her. Despite the ferocity with which he fucked her, it dawned on him that she actually wanted him inside her, because almost imperceptibly she began to move under him, thrusting more strongly as her arousal grew and transformed into the beginning of a climax. It was an angry fuck that finished as quickly as it began, with a final fierce thrust that pumped Zak's seed into his mother's cunt. His anger seemed to drain from him just as his semen had drained from him, and he withdrew his spent cock and sat back on his heels panting. After a few moments she gave him a faint smile, loaded with irony. "You see Zak?" she said gently. "We really aren't so different are we?" After what had just happened there was no denying that she was no worse than he was, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it to her, so he didn't reply. He didn't regret what he had done, but he regretted the reason and the way he had done it. From the way she had returned his thrusts when he was inside her, some inner instinct told him that it was likely that she had wanted him long before it had happened, and now he was wishing he had fucked her with love and tenderness instead of with anger. Eventually she rose and made her way to the bathroom, returning in fifteen minutes dressed in jeans and a sweater. "We need to talk, but not here. Let's walk down to the mall for coffee and a sandwich. Please." In view of his actions he could think of no good reason to refuse, so he cleaned up and and changed his soiled pants. They sat at a table in the mall food court for several minutes before she broke the tense silence. "OK Zak, cards on the table. No more secrets OK?" She took a deep breath as he nodded. "OK. Right from the beginning, warts and all. You wanted to know how long it had been going on between Leo and me, so I'll tell you the truth. We started having sex when we were teenagers." Zac opened his mouth to speak, but she held up a hand. "No, don't interrupt or I'll never be able to get through it. "As I said, we started when we were teenagers. How it happened doesn't matter, but it happened, and it kept happening until I had a pregnancy scare shortly before I met your father. We both knew that incest was supposed to be wrong, but neither of us could see it that way because it felt so right. It still does. When I met and married your Dad I took my vows seriously, and I was never unfaithful to him, even when drinking became more important to him than sex. I still had needs after he lost interest, but my vows helped me to deal with it. "I continued to deal with it after he died, but knowing I was a free agent, so to speak made it harder, and after a while masturbation wasn't enough. Leo had recently divorced so we started seeing each other again. The club was his idea. I didn't really want to go, but he was always going on about it so I gave in and agreed. The first time wasn't exactly a thundering success. I was too self conscious because all of the other women there were shaved and I wasn't, so I just let Leo do me then I caught a cab home. "I had seen enough though to interest me, so next time he suggested going I made myself presentable down there and went. It was quite a revelation. Because everyone else was nude, or close to it, I didn't have a problem with undressing. After all, there were plenty of women there with worse bodies than mine. Before long I found myself enjoying the way the men looked at me, especially down below. It gave me a sense of freedom I'd never known, and I'm afraid I went a bit overboard. I saw it as a chance to make up for missed opportunities, and although I admit it doesn't make me look good, I think I had at least eight or maybe even ten men inside me over the course of the next several hours. However many it was it was enough to make me sore for a few days. "I didn't have as many the next time, and even less the time after that. We only went five times in all, because I decided it wasn't really my thing. Whatever it was I was looking for I certainly wasn't finding it there. It was still better than nothing though, because I was certain I could never have the one man I really needed. I guess last night was just bad timing, because if I hadn't let Leo persuade me to go one last time, you would never have seen what you did, and I wouldn't be sitting here humiliating myself." There was a long silence after she finished speaking. In a way, Zak could see where his mother was coming from. It must have been hell for a woman with healthy needs to be married to a drunk who couldn't get it up. She had to be admired for sticking to her marriage vows, when nobody who knew her situation could really blame her if she had chosen to find someone to satisfy her appetite. After all there was no shortage of men to whom a wedding ring meant nothing. Considering what he had done a little more than an hour or so ago, Zak knew he had no right to condemn her for letting her brother fuck her. For that matter he couldn't be sure that somewhere deep in his subconscious he hadn't wanted her himself. Otherwise how would he have been able to get hard enough to do it? The Perfect Mom He was spared from making any comment by a friendly cuff across the back of his head. He looked up to see Chastity looking at him with a mock scowl. "OK Bozo, where did you disappear to last night? I looked everywhere for you. And who is this lovely lady you are two timing me with?" It took some fast thinking before he could come up with a plausible answer, then he decided on a vague version of the truth. "Something didn't agree with me, and I had sudden stomach pains. You were having too good a time, and rather than disturb you I caught a cab home. And this is my Mom, Edna. Mom, this is Chastity." He left the pair to get acquainted and fetched another three coffees. There was little doubt in his mind that from what Chastity had said his Mom had figured that she and Zak had been together at the club last night. He just had to hope she didn't mention it. They spent another fifteen minutes on meaningless chat, and then his Mom set her empty cup on the table. "Oh well, three's a crowd so I'll leave the pair of you alone. Nice meeting you Chastity. I'll see you when you get home Zak." He watched her walk towards the exit, wondering how he had never until now noticed how her hips swayed, and as she disappeared he turned his attention to Chastity. She had an amused smile and a wicked gleam in her eye as she remarked "That is one hot looking woman. The way you were watching her ass it's a wonder you could keep your hands off her." He gave her a startled look. "She's my Mom!" "So what? That doesn't make her any less hot, and you wouldn't be the first guy to fancy his mom." When he didn't answer she pressed on. "I'm right aren't I? You do have the hots for her." It wasn't until she actually put it into words that he realised she was right, but he still couldn't bring himself to reply. "If you fancy her so much why don't you do something about it? I would if I were you. You're both adults, so what the hell does it matter? You never know, she might surprise you." Her persistence was making him uncomfortable, and he tried to turn it back on her. "Would you do it with your Dad?" "Damn right!" The frankness of her reply shocked him. He had known that she had few, if any inhibitions, but this was a side of her he would never have suspected in a million years. He suspected that he knew the answer to the question on the tip of his tongue, and he wasn't sure it was the answer he really wanted, but he asked anyway. "Have you?" Again, she was as frank as before. "Yes, whenever we can." She hesitated for an instant, and what she said next totally floored him. "I can see where you're going with this, so I'll save you asking. The first time was when I was eighteen, and a year later he introduced me to swinging. The last time was last night when you were fucking Mom." These new admissions, added to what his mother had told him, sent his brain into overload, and his mind went numb, so it barely registered when she changed the subject. "...... for tonight?" He shook his head in confusion. "I'm sorry, I missed that." She smiled, and repeated her words. "I said I'm glad I ran into you today. I was going to call you later anyway. Mom and Dad have asked me round to a family get together this evening. I'm a bit tender after last night anyway, so I need the break, so I was wondering if you would mind giving it a miss for tonight? I know it's Saturday night, but I haven't seen them all in ages." Surprisingly he felt relieved, because he needed time to think and absorb all he had been told. "Of course not, why should I mind? It will do you good to catch up with your folks." She leaned across and kissed him. "Thank you Zak, I knew you would understand." They chatted for a few more minutes, and then he walked her to her car, before heading home. He took his time, trying to sort out his thoughts. What Chastity had told him explained in part the similarities he had noticed between her and her mother when he had fucked Zoe. If Andrew was having sex with both his wife and his daughter, it was inevitable that they learned what pleased him most, and that this would naturally affect how they interacted with other partners. Then it occurred to him that how good it had felt to fuck a mature woman may have been what had prompted him to stick his cock in his Mom. When he arrived home, his mother was staring thoughtfully at a blank TV screen, and she looked up in surprise when he entered the house. "You're home early. I thought you would spend the rest of the day with Chastity. She's a very attractive girl." He shook his head as he dropped into the chair facing her. "No, she has some family thing tonight. Actually, she said the same about you. About being attractive I mean." "That was nice of her. Tell her I said thanks. Coffee?" Zak nodded, and she went into the kitchen. When she returned with two mugs, he looked up at her. "I know you said you've had enough of swinging, but are you still going to do it with Uncle Leo?" She stood looking down at him. "Maybe, I don't really know. I haven't thought that far ahead. I like how he feels inside me, maybe because we know each other so well, but somehow I'm always left feeling that there should be more to it. It was the same with the men I had in the club. Physically they gave me what I wanted, but not what I needed. After so many years of unwilling celibacy, one thing the club did give me was an appetite for change, and I don't think I'll ever lose that. I doubt that I'll go looking for it again, but if it comes to me I won't turn it down." Her denim clad crotch was on a level with his face, and his mouth went dry as he stared at the point where her legs came together, trying in vain to make out the outline of a camel toe through the layers of material. She took a tentative step closer. "They do come off you know." Her voice was quiet, uncertain. "That is if you want them to." He leaned forward, pressing his face to her, smelling her exotic scent through the fabric as his hands grasped her buttocks, pulling her tighter against him. She stroked his hair and he moaned softly, pushing her back and fumbling awkwardly with the fastening of her jeans She stood patiently until he succeeded in sliding them down her legs. He stared at the tiny red triangle covering her mound, and reached to touch the darker damp patch. "No, not here," she whispered, "I want us to do this properly." Stepping out of her jeans, she took his hand and led him to her room. Turning to face him, she started to pull her sweater over her head, then paused. "You too." She waited until he started to undress, then finished taking off her sweater and reached behind to unclip her bra. He dropped his shirt on the floor and began to unfasten his pants as he stared spellbound at her mature breasts. There was a very slight sag caused by the passage of time, but to Zak this made them even more wonderfully appealing, and they were enhanced by large brown nipples, already stiffened invitingly and ready for appreciative lips. His pants fell around his ankles, and his Mom drew in a sharp breath at the sight of his erection straining to escape from his boxers. She moved closer and brushed her hand over the bulge as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and eased them down her legs. Pushing his boxers down, she grasped his shaft and parted her thighs for his probing fingers. They fell together on to the bed, his mouth seeking her nipples and his fingers parting her nether lips. He squeezed her breast, making her areola stand out as a perfect platform for her puckered nipple, and she sighed as his teeth closed gently on the brown bud. As her hand lovingly stroked his rigid shaft, he began to kiss his way down her body, and she gasped as his tongue parted her lips and found her clit, sending arrows of delight to every fibre of her being. Her climax began slowly, building to a crescendo, and he moved over her, thrusting gently, deeply, seeming to fill her as she had never been filled before. She clung to him, rising to meet him, conscious of every inch of his probing cock expanding her, bringing her delights she had never imagined, and she realised a hidden unsuspected truth. "So long, Zak," she whispered, not referring to his length. "I've waited for you, needed you for so long." Her orgasm was a relentless tide, washing over the shores of her loins, and her inner muscles tightened, signalling her need. "Now, Zak, cum in me now." His thrusts became more urgent as he sought his own release, which came with a sudden spurt into the warm secret recesses of her shaven pussy. He continued to fuck her steadily long after his cum was drained, stopping only when his erection started to subside. For several minutes they lay entwined, neither wanting to be the first to break contact, until his weight became too much for her and she eased him off her. He sat up and watched his cum oozing from her cunt, amazed that despite the way he had abused her, she had actually wanted him to put his cock in there and fuck her. She saw where he was looking and smiled, and for the first time in his life he heard her use an expression that was not a euphemism. "What made you want to fuck an old woman?" "You are not an old woman!" he snapped indignantly. "You are a very beautiful mature lady." "OK" she teased, "what made you want to fuck a beautiful mature lady? Especially when you have a sexy young girl like Chastity." "She suggested it. I didn't think you would let me after how I treated you, but after last night I had to try." "You mean seeing me with Leo?" "Partly, before I knew it was you, but mainly it was what happened before that." He hadn't meant to tell her, but he had said too much not to explain further. He described how arousing it had been to see his girlfriend being fucked by Andrew, and how incredibly exciting it was to put his cock inside Zoe's mature cunt. The discovery today that they were Chastity's mother and father had given him the courage to try to fuck his own Mom again. Edna smiled and took hold of his tool. "It seems I have a lot to thank them for" she said, moving her hand up and down his shaft. "If not for them I might never have found what I needed." His Mom's scent, and her stroking fingers, combined with the memory of last night with Zoe, quickly restored his erection, and he looked hopefully at his Mom's mouth as he reached for her tits. Understanding his need, she brought her lips to his bulbous cock head, and just before she opened her mouth wide to engulf him, she gave him an impish grin. "Maybe we should invite them for dinner so we can thank them properly. We could even give Leo a call so he can meet Chastity." The Perfect Morning Please keep in mind that while this may just be a story to you, it was a real life experience for me thanks to my son who is eighteen years old. So due to this, it will be written in first person. My son and I have been very open with each other ever since he turned 18. I even started walking around the house either in my thong or completely naked. I find it funny that he still blushes a little when I bend over and he gets a full shot of my ass and pussy. Anyways, about a week ago my store manager told me that hours were getting cut and it really stressed me out. I have two teenage boys to provide for and I'm a single mother. With all the stress building up, I started to get irritable and cranky. My older son told me that I just needed to relax and calm down. I tried to explain to him what my hours being cut meant but him being a teenager fails to grasp the little things such as every day household items and groceries. My son and I had not had sex in 4 days and honestly I just wasn't in the mood. I could tell he was due to the little hints he would make. He even jacked off in front of me to try and turn me on. I just told him that when I'm this stressed, sex is the last thing on my mind. Last night when I got home, my entire body was stiff and sore. I told my son that I was going to take a long hot shower and go to bed. I wasn't in the mood to eat anything. Halfway through my shower my son decided to join me and started to massage my neck and shoulders. I'm so glad he has such strong hands, it felt so good. I turned around to him when he finished rubbing my shoulders and kissed him as passionately as I possibly could. It felt so damn good to feel that someone actually cared about me. He continued by washing my hair and I just stood there and relaxed as his fingers rubbed my scalp. After the shower I grabbed the towel and began to dry off. The hot water and his small massage did help me some in the tension I was feeling. After I dried off I handed my son the towel and told him I was going to bed. A few minutes later I was laying in bed reading a book that I've read at least 10 times before, when my son comes in and asked if he could sleep in my bed with me tonight. I looked at him and said "Yeah I suppose just keep in mind that I'm not in the mood for sex I just want to read my book and relax" "Not a problem Mom I'm kind of tired myself and it's been a while since we did anything so I just wanted your company and to cuddle with you again" My son replied. I could tell he was lying since his cock was half way hard. But instead of pointing it out, I just told him to come lay down next to me while I continued reading. A few minutes later he started jacking off slowly. I turn away from my book and asked "What are you doing" He looked up at me and said "Mom you really do have amazing tits and I can't help but get hard and want you every time I see them" I looked at him and replied "Not to be mean honey but your hand is all your getting tonight" Then as I turned back to my book I said "I already told you I'm not in the mood and that's not going to get me there any time soon" "Ok Mom can I just cum in your mouth when it's time for me to cum so I don't have a mess to clean up" My son asked. Please keep in mind that when my son cums, he does cum a lot so there really is a mess. "If you cum before I'm done with this chapter I will swallow your cum but you better hurry because I only have a few more pages to read and then I'm going to bed" I said as I let the covers fall a little to fully reveal my breasts. I knew it had been a while for him and if he was happy with that, I had no problem doing that for him. By the time I turned the page I heard my son say "Get ready Mom I feel my cum getting ready to explode out" I quickly bent over and wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock in time for him to start gushing his cum into my mouth. I swallowed and starting to suck his cock some to get all the cum out and swallow it all like I said I would. "Oh my god I needed to cum so bad Mom" He sighed in relief from cumming. "And thank you for swallowing my cum" I smiled and told him it was the least I could do for him for what he did for me in the shower. I leaned over and gave him a kiss good night. I then turned the other way and got comfortable and went to sleep. I felt him snuggle up to me while his cock was still hard and pushing into my ass cheek. This morning I woke up to my son eating me out. He had really gotten better or I was just in that big of need for sex. The way his tongue moved around inside my pussy lips and the way he licked and sucked on my clit was amazing. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter with every stroke of his tongue. I arched my back and started moaning as I started to caress my tits and rubbing my nipples feeling them get hard. "Good morning there" I heard him say then went right back to eating me out. My legs started to tremble and then I squirted all over his mouth. As I breathed out in relief while he continued to eat me out. I came two more times to him eating me out. "Put your cock in my pussy baby" I moaned in a demanding way. "Fuck mommy's pussy good and make me cum all over your cock" I said with a slutty look to my face. I never wanted sex this much or this bad before in my entire life. I felt like a wild animal that had to fuck to survive and this was my only chance to do so. I felt his cock slide inside my pussy and it was so intense and exhilarating. The way my pussy opened up to his cock and swallowed up every inch of him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in as deep as I could feeling his balls press against my taint. My pussy felt so full around his cock. I looked him into his eyes and said "Fuck me till you can't thrust again and cum inside my pussy as deep as you can" My son just smiled and without saying a word started to pound my pussy with his cock. I moaned and panted hard. I moaned for him to fuck my pussy. Telling him over and over how much I loved the way he fucked my pussy with his big cock. After my son pounded my pussy hard for a good 30 minutes I could feel his cock start to swell up ready for him to cum. I myself was starting to get soar but I was far too horny to tell him to stop. "I'm going to cum Mom I'm going to cum now" He cried out as I wrapped my legs around him again and pulled him in me as far as I could again. I felt his cock start pulsing as his warm cum began to fill my pussy once more. I felt his cum go deeper in me than it had ever went before. He also came more than before too as I could feel his cum start to ooze out while he was still cumming and run down my taint and onto my ass. After his cock stopped pulsing he slowly pulled his cock out of my pussy and fell onto the bed next to me. I laid there smiling thinking that the whole time I just needed his cock again. I reached down and wiped his cum off my ass and taint and showed him his cum. Then I licked it off my hand then bent over to suck his cock clean. I could tell he was a bit sensitive since he flinched a few times while sucking his cock clean. After I sucked his balls clean too and licked around his pubic area to get both of our cum off him I looked at him and said "Ok baby I'm going to go cook us some breakfast I'll call you when it's ready so you just lay here and relax" I got up and walked out to cook breakfast. After I was done cooking I went back to my room and found him sleeping. I decided to let him sleep and write about my morning experience to share it with all my new friends on here rather than keep it to myself. Hope you enjoyed. Please feel free to leave feedback or to email me if you want to share experiences with me. Doesn't have to be mother and son experiences. My son and I enjoy talking to people on here. The Perfect Morning Workout It was the first day of a long delayed vacation. I'd driven up to spend a few days sunning, swimming, and dancing. On the first evening, I didn't unpack my alarm clock hoping that I could sleep in for a change. My body alarm was just as reliable and I was up early the next morning. My friends were the late rising crowd and after tossing and turning for a while I decided to put the extra time to use. I'd dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and headed for the hotel's massive, chrome - covered gym. No waiting for machines this morning, stepping up to the stair stepper, letting my mind roam thinking about nothing and everything. I climbed infinite steps leading me exactly nowhere while giving my legs a good workout. After a while someone caught my eye in one of the gym's many mirrors. An extremely good looking man over by the weights. I had no idea how long he'd been there, and I was angry at myself for not noticing him before. Tall and muscular with sexy brown hair, this vision had relieved the tedium of exercising as I continued my stepping. I couldn't help but stare. He didn't lift like most body builders, but fast with almost passionate fury. Soon I could hear him breathe and I noticed that his tank top was becoming soaked with his perspiration. His shirt began to cling revealing the muscularity of his body. His hard, taut stomach and his well-formed pecs lead me to imagine the workout he could give me. At some point he became aware of me too. I began to think that his routine had become a performance for my benefit. His sexy strut from machine to machine, and the way he let the weights drop loudly when he was done had certainly quickened my pace on the stepping machine. I must have averted my gaze for a moment, or shut my eyes to fantasize in greater depth. But with the next look in the mirror he had disappeared. And my search began. I checked everywhere finding only once place left to look. As I opened the door I past isle after isle of brightly painted lockers. I peeked around the last corner to see if my workout partner was there. Finally I came upon him. He was already stripped down to his bulging briefs. His back was toward me. I leaned against the side of the locker in the most lady-like fashion. He turned slowly and was not startled by my presence. I took a moment to check out his body and his tightly packed briefs. It could barely contain his mighty and impressive package. We stepped towards each other and met in a tender kiss. I could feel his bulge growing and pressing against me, and an intense wetness dampened the secret place between legs. He pulled my t-shirt over my head. With his large strong hands he stroke each sensitive mound tenderly pinching the soft, pink nipples. My hands ran down his succulent body as I pushed his briefs to the floor, and his manhood sprung out at me. Both nude now, he grabbed my hand, still not speaking we went to the shower room. He reached in and turned on the faucet as two overhead spouts began to pump hot steamy water in two opposite directions. His erection continued to grow harder and thicker, after a few moments he let go of his hard dick, slowly inviting me in. As the water began to run over me we began to kiss, and our tongues met again. I let my legs tremble up the side of him pressing flesh against flesh. Gradually he positioned his hands under my ass cheeks, and in a quick fluent motion he lifted me up off the ground. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and my arms encircle his neck. As I pulled him closer to me I could feel the head of his hard cock pressing against my soft skin. Taunting and teasing me beyond belief. Slowly and lovingly he began to enter me. We both moaned and panted and shifted as I struggled to take him all in. He felt so good, and so large inside me. We twisted and grinded our hips in order to feel each other fully. I leaned back against the tile and it felt as if my body was being held by only the strength of his awesome cock. He fixated on my breasts, licking, and sucking, and nibbling on each of them, increasing both of our pleasure. Even while paying such careful attention to my chest he continued to rock our bodies back and forth. Pressing our mass of tangled arms and legs in and out of each other, up and down. We were moaning so loudly letting our repeated yells of "yes, yes" our first spoken words echo throughout the locker room. The fact that we might be discovered only served to heighten the excitement. Our breathing grew more shallow and our groans grew louder as we both approached climax, his hands gripped tightly around my waist. He kept his hips pumping and pressing away in fury. To steady myself I dug my fingernails into his broad shoulders, hanging on for dear life as his cock roamed further inside of me. With each thrust I grew closer and closer to climaxing, until I exploded in a rapturous orgasm. My cries were loud letting him know how good he made me feel, as his volume matched mine, he too was enjoying his own release, as his cock unleashed inside me. His body shuttered inside me as he released his cum. Afterward I unclenched my legs from around his waist, as he gently lowered my feet to the floor. We stood in the shower for a long time kissing and messaging each other , enjoying the heavy steam from the hot water. His penis, now hard again, felt just as good pressed against me as it did inside me. Later arm-in-arm we walked back to our clothes on the floor by the locker. Later after kissing him once more, I thanked him for beginning my vacation with "The perfect morning workout". The Perfect Mothers Day My name is William, I am 19 years old. I am around 5' 11" and 210lbs. I have short brown hair and blue eyes. I lived with my mother all my life till just last year when I left for college. My father left us when I was only two and since then it was just the two of us. Waking up by my alarm clock screaming in my ear, I crawl out of bed and walk to the shower. I turn the shower on and steam fills the room. After taking my shower I got ready to drive down to my mother's house for Mothers Day. Arriving at the house I got out and noticed that my mom was not home yet. I decided to start doing some work around the house for her since it was her special day. I started to mow the back yard and noticed out of the corner of my eye my mom walking out with a glass of water. I turned the mower off and stood in shock. "Wow mom, you look amazing today." I managed to get out as I looked up and down my mothers beautiful body as she walks towards me. Let me tell you a little about my mom. She is 41 years old, but a body of a 32 year old. Around 5' 10" and 140 lbs. She has blue eyes and blonde hair down to her shoulders. Her breasts are very firm and big, I don't know much about sizes but I would guess she was around a C cup. She was wearing a small tank top without a bra showing her large dark nipples and very thin sweat pants that she wore often when working around the house. "Why thank you honey. I am so glad that you could come and help me around the house. It's just so lonely around here by my self." She said as she handed me the glass of water. I sipped some of the water and couldn't help but stare at her large breasts. I felt my cock start to twitch in my shorts and was worried that she might notice it. "I am more then happy to help you any time mom." I responded with a smile. I handed her the glass back and finished mowing the lawn. After I put the mower away I walked into the kitchen to finish my glass of water, when I turned into the kitchen I was blown away by the view I got. My mother was cleaning under the sink and her ass was sticking in the air. I could see her blue cotton panties easily through her thin pants. I stared at her ass for a second before she noticed I came into the room. My cock started to grow instantly. "Oh hey honey, I was just trying to find some cleaning stuff for the bathroom. Am I in your way?" She asked as she started to get up. I snap back into reality and had to think about what she just said to me. "I was just... umm, coming to get my water." As I moved my eyes to her face trying to hide my semi-erect cock. She gets up and walks over to me giving me a tight hug. I was worried she would feel my cock push against her stomach but I hugged back. The feeling of her breasts pushed up against my chest felt great and I could feel her nipples some too. "What was that for?" I asked her as I back up some. "I'm just really glad your hear" She said with a smile. "Well it is mothers day, mom. I am just glad I can do something for you." I responded. "She is my mom" I thought to my self as I walked out of the room. "What am I doing looking at her like that?" Trying to fight off the hard-on I had from my own mother. After leaving the kitchen I started to work on getting ready to paint my old bedroom. She was moving out soon to a smaller house and was trying to fix up this house. After about an hour I finished painting the room and went to see what my mom was doing. I found her now in the bathroom cleaning the shower. "Hey mom, I was getting a little hungry and wondered if you wanted anything?" I asked her. "That actually sounds like a good idea. I am getting hungry my self." She responded smiling at me. I let her walk first to get a good view of her tight ass sway from side to side as she walked to the kitchen. We made some sandwiches and got some drinks for lunch. We went outside and sat down on the picnic table and started to eat. I looked at her beautiful face staring into her eyes. I slowly move down her body with my eyes stopping at her chest. I tried to imagine what she would look like without the shirt on. I started to get hard again but was under the table so I wasn't worried about it. She notices my eyes moving up and down her body. "You really are beautiful mom." I said. She started to blush and said; "Thanks hun, you really make me feel special." I was not sure if it was all the fumes from the paint or what but I felt bolder then normal. "I really do mean it. You are the most beautiful woman I know." As I continue to look at her body. She just smiles back at me and we finish our lunch. After a couple of hours of working around the house the sun starts to go down and we are both ready to call it a night. "Hey mom, I think I am going to start heading home." I said to her. She looks at me upset that I am leaving her. "William... I umm, I was wondering if you wanted to stay here tonight and maybe help me some more tomorrow." I thought about it; "Well I guess I could, I don't have to be back at the house for anything tomorrow, but where would I sleep." I asked her since all that was left in the house was stuff in her room. Her face lit up. "You can sleep in my bed tonight. I think we are grown up enough to be able to sleep next to each other." She said with a wink. I agree and we started to clean up what we where both working on. It was still early in the night and I asked her if she wanted to go rent a movie. She thought that was a great idea and after we got back from the movie store we both went down to her room. "I am going to take a quick shower honey. You can start the movie if you want." She told me. "I can wait, Ill just watch some TV till you are done." I said. My mom walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of red silk panties and a small t-shirt then walked to into the bathroom. I sat down on the bed and took my shoes and socks off, then got under the bed sheets. I heard the water turn on as I tried to find something to watch. My mind started to think about what she looked like naked with the hot water running down her body. My cock started to grow again and I moved my one hand down to rub it. Within seconds I was full length. My cock was a decent size of 6 and half inches length and 6 inches around. (Sorry no 12" monster in this story. I am writing the truth) I closed my eyes and think about her hand on my cock rubbing up and down my shaft. I try to hold in my moaning but it feels so good I let out some soft moans. I start to feel my balls tighten and I know I am going to cum soon. There is a box of tissues next to the bed so I was not worried about the clean up. I continued to jerk off then I heard the water turn off. I slid my pants back up and tried to catch my breath. My mom opened the door and she looked like a Goddess. I looked at her and my jaw dropped. All she was wearing was her silk panties and a very small t-shirt that only went down to her belly button. I could see her nipples pushing out from her t-shirt as she walks over to the side of the bed. "So are you going to move over so I can get in or you just going to stare at me all night?" She giggled as she could tell that I was in awe. I snapped back into reality and moved over in the bed. She pulled the covers back some and slid in. She noticed I was still wearing my shorts and t-shirt. "Why don't you take those off and get comfy." She said pointing to my clothes. I hesitated for a second and then pulled off my shirt and slid my shorts off. "Oh I forgot, could you turn off the light in the bathroom for me? I would but I don't want to get cold." She said with a wink. "Sure mom." I said as I got out of bed and turned off the light. My cock still semi-hard from just seeing her come out of the bathroom in almost nothing and I knew she could see the outline of my cock when I walked back. I noticed her eyes glued to my boxers when I was walking back to the bed. "We got a lot of things done today." I said trying to get my mind off of my mom's beautiful body that was lying next to me almost naked. "Yeah we did, I really want to thank you for coming to help." She said as she placed her hand on my thigh. The warmth from her soft hand sent a shock wave up my body and back down to my cock which turned hard instantly. I turned on the movie to try and get my mind on something else but I couldn't help but to keep looking over at my mom. "My neck really hurts, you think you could try to massage is for me?" She asked. "Sure, I need some lotion though." I said. She handed me her bottle of hand lotion and I applied a couple of squirts into my hand. "You need to roll on your side for me mom." I said as I turned to my side. As she rolled over on her side the blankets got pulled up some and I got an amazing view of her ass in those panties. My cock was only inches away from rubbing against her and I had to make sure I wouldn't hit her with it. I started to rub my hands on her neck and she let out a soft moan. Hearing this made my cock pulse. I don't think I was ever this hard before and it was my own mother. I continued to massage her neck while taking glances at her perfect ass. She would moan every once and a while and every time she would my cock would jump. After a while my cock started to push its way out of the hole in my boxers and I could see pre-cum dripping from the tip. She turned around and looked at me. "Thank you very much William. It feels a lot better. She said as she kissed me on the forehead. I pushed the sheets down so she wouldn't see my dripping cock inches away from her. We continued to watch the movie for only another few minutes before she turned back to me. "Do you really think I am beautiful?" She asked me. "Of course I do mom, I have always thought that since I was little." I continued. "I remember when my friends would come over they would always tell me how hot you where." I said before thinking about what I just said. "Really, you and your friends talked about me?" She blushed asking. "Yeah we did..." I said softly. "I knew I had the most beautiful mom and I got to see you every day." She looked at me with a look of lust. She moved in and kissed me on the lips, and not the type a mother gives to her son. This was a lover's kiss. "I'm sorry William; I shouldn't have done that..." She said backing away from my face. "That was amazing mom. Don't be sorry..." As I said that I kissed her with passion. Our lips locked and lust took over. I needed my mom so much right now. I wanted her body; I wanted to make love to her. I slid my hand behind her head and pulled her as close as I could as we continued to kiss. I slid my other free hand under the sheets till I got to her breasts. I started to massage her large breast in my hand as she let out a soft moan into my mouth. I took this as an ok to keep going. I pinched her nipple through her thin t-shirt and soon it was as hard as a rock. I moved my hand to her other breast and did the same thing. She broke our kiss and looked deep into my eyes. "I want you to make love to me William." She said with lust filling her. "I love you so much mom, I have always loved you and I will do anything for you." I said. She pulled the sheets off the bed and looked down at my hard cock pushing through my boxers. She smiled at me as she slid her hand down and took a hold of it. "Ooh mom, that feels amazing." I moaned as she started to slide her hand up and down my shaft, using my pre-cum for lubrication. I rolled onto my back as she rolled on top of me. I moved my hand up to her breast and started to pinch her nipple again. "I have wanted this for so long." I told her as I looked deep into her eyes. She pulled her shirt off, reveling the most amazing breasts I have ever seen. I take a moment to take it all in and slide my hands up to them. I take a breast in each hand and squeeze them. They are so soft, yet very firm. I pinch her dark nipples and can't get enough of it. She leans down to kiss me again. I start to kiss her back and move to her neck. I kissed her soft all over her neck and moved down her chest. I needed her breasts in my mouth so bad. I grabbed one of her breasts with my hand and pulled it to my mouth. I sucked hard on it, nibbling on the nipple. "Oh god baby, that feels great. Don't stop please..." Se said as she moaned. I moved over to the other breast and kept sucking and nibbling on each hard nipple. Her moans started to get louder and I knew she was enjoying this just as much as I was. I tell her to roll over and I get on top. I kissed my way down her stomach till I get to her waist line. I ran my fingers along her panties teasing her at much as I could. She wiggled some wanting me to take off her panties. "Please do it baby..." She cooed. I smile up at her and slide a finger in under her panties and pulled them down painfully slow. Once I got them down to her ankles I slid back up kissing her legs as I did. I kissed up to her mound and backed up a little when I saw the most beautiful pussy ever. She kept it shaven with a patch above her plump pussy lips which glistened with moisture. I looked up at her and grinned. "Do you like what you see honey?" She asked with a giggle. "Mom, you are the sexiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on... I love you with all my heart." I said with passion. I needed to have my mother. I needed to be in her, fill her with my throbbing cock. I moved my face back down to her mound and kissed around her lips. I wanted to make sure to take this as slow as possible. I kissed right on her mound and she let out a moan. She was squirming around wanting me. This is exactly what I wanted. "Say it mom... Tell me you need me. Tell me that you want my big cock in your tight pussy. Tell me!" I said with lust. "Ohhh God William... Please fuck me. I need your hard cock in me. I need you to fill me up. Please just do it!" She cried. This is what I was waiting for. After hearing this I jammed my tongue deep into her soaking pussy. "Ooooooh my Goooooooood!" She screamed with pleasure. "Fuck me with your tongue baby! Make me cum!" She moaned. How she talked to me made me go nuts. I lapped at her pussy like there was no tomorrow. I moved my right hand down to her clit and rubbed it furiously. I moved my other hand up to her breast and pinched her nipple. I wanted to make her cum so hard. "Oh William... your going to... make me cum." She said between moans. I could feel her pussy muscles pulsing on my tongue and I knew she was about to blow. I shoved a finger as deep into her pussy as I could. "Mmmm I'm... Cummmmmmmming!" She screamed as she shoved my head hard into her pussy with her hand and started to flood my mouth. I licked up at much as I could but there was so much it started to run out the sides of my mouth. I kept licking till her orgasm subsided. I moved up to her mouth and kissed her, letting some of her sweet juices flow into her mouth. She moaned into my mouth as she tasted her self. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had." She said, trying to catch her breath. I smiled at her. "I love you so much mom. I want to please you in any way I can." Soon she was back to normal and she looked down at my cock hanging out of my boxers, almost rubbing against her thigh. She grins at me as she rolls us over. "I love you too honey and I want to make sure I please you as well..." She said as she slid down my down. I felt her hot breath on my cock and it felt great. "Mmmom... I need you so bad right now..." I whimper to her. "I can see that" She replies giggling. She slid her hand down my shaft feeling every vein on it. Her soft warm hands felt like heaven on my cock. "Please, take them off, mom." I said, talking about my boxers. She slid my boxers off and threw them on the floor. My cock slapped my stomach and stood at attention again. She went right back to it, teasing me. She kissed down my shafted and right on the head of my cock. Pre-cum spilled out as she stroked my cock and she took her tongue and licked it up. "Mmmm oh mom, that feels so good. I love you so much." I moaned She continued her assault on my cock. She opened her mouth and slid down, inch by inch, soon having about 5 inches in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around my shaft, moaning softly making her mouth vibrate on my cock. Here I was getting my cock sucked by my other mother and it was the best feeling in the world. My moans started to get louder as I felt my cum bubbling in my balls. "Ohh mom. I'm getting close... mmmm" I said. She heard this and went into over drive. She started to slide my cock deeper into her mouth till she soon had all of it, the tip of my throbbing cock in her throat. Feeling this sent me over the edge as I felt the cum shoot up from my balls, up my shaft and into my mothers throat. "OOOOH GOD!! IM CUMMING MOM!" I yelled as I shot ropes of cum deep into her stomach. One after another I shot more and more cum into her. I felt like I would never stop. She started to pull me out of her and left just the tip of my cock in her mouth. She sucked hard getting all of the cum out of me. "Mmm baby, you're cum tastes so good." She cooed. Hearing this made my cock hard as steel again. "Mom... I need you so much, I love you. I want to be inside of you. I want to make love to you. I always have. You're the most amazing woman in the world and the only one I want in my life." "Oh baby, I love you so much. I don't want any other man in my life either. I want you to make love to me right now. I need you to fill me. My pussy is soaking for your hard cock." She moaned. I didn't need to hear anymore. I grabber her hips and slid her down to my waiting cock. She grabbed it and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. The heat from her snatch was so great feeling on my cock. She started to lower her self on my shaft, taking it slow so her pussy could stretch for my cock. Soon my cock was stuffed deep in my mom's tight pussy. "Oh God mom, your pussy is so good feeling, ooooh it's squeezing my cock!" I moaned. "Mmm baby, I love how your cock fills me up so well. You're so big." She moaned back. She started to push her self off of me till just the tip was left in her pussy then dropped back down. She did this a couple of times, each time speeding up more. I started to thrust up as she fell back down on my cock pushing as deep as I could into her. I moved my hands up to her bouncing breasts and squeezed them hard, making sure to pinch and rub her hard sensitive nipples. Soon we where moving at a fast speed. I looked down to watch my slick cock get engulfed by my other mothers soaking pussy. It was amazing. I looked up her body, taking every beautiful curve in, till I got to her face. I looked deep into her eyes, which where half closed, and just loved her face when she moaned. "Ohhh mmmm baby, your going to make me cum so hard... Oooh William!" She moaned. We kept going for another couple of minutes then I started to feel my mother's pussy tightening around my cock. I pushed as deep as I could into her with each thrust as she screamed out. "OOOOOH GOD WILLIAM! IM CUMING! DON'T STOP! UHHHHHHH!" She screamed as her body shook with a great orgasm. After her orgasm subsided she collapsed on my chest. I kiss the top of her head and run my hands down her body. After a couple of minutes lying together I felt my cock start to get hard again, still in her pussy. She felt this as well and looked up at my face. "God baby, you're going to wear me out..." She cooed, feeling my cock pressing against her pussy walls again. I grinned at her and moved up to kiss her. I slid my tongue deep into her mouth and swirled it around. We kissed for a couple of minutes while my mother started to grind on my cock. She slid up and down rubbing my cock over her clit. The Perfect Murder My stockinged legs were draped across Damien's lap. We were sitting on my downstairs couch following sex. Damien was a great lover. He had a beautiful, thick, circumcised cock and great stamina. He fucked me deep and long. He was healthy so I let him cum inside me. He could be punishing in bed but he was always considerate. Are you OK? But what I liked most about Damien was that he didn't run out the door immediately afterwards. He seemed to lack the almost universal male attribute of losing total interest in his sex partner the second he finished emptying his balls. After coming in me he liked to sit on my couch and have another glass of wine. He would get dressed first and I would pull my panties back up and refresh my lipstick. Then we would head downstairs for that post-coital glass of chardonnay. As I say I would invariably kick my heels off and drape my slender legs across his lap. And as we drank and chatted he would caress them inside my thigh-highs. Occasionally his hand would slide all the way up past the lace top and he would give my pantied balls a fondle. Or my little squiggle of a cock inside the microfiber. Just as Damien was unique to me in a certain way, I was seemingly unique to him. He often commented that he felt bad that I hadn't cum. He said I was the only guy in his experience who had no interest in ejaculating during sex. "Oh I came," I would assure him. "I came deep inside when you were fucking me so well." "What's that like?" he would ask. "Oh...I guess like what a woman feels. A female orgasm?" "You were moaning like a woman, that's for sure," he would laugh. "That's it. It leaves me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside." "Do you ever cum?" "Of course. But I try to go as long as I can. I think the record is, like, two weeks." "Oh, wow. Why don't you just have the operation?" "Sex change? No. I've thought about having my balls removed but...I kind of like being both sexes, you know." On this occasion a smiling Damien reached up and gave my empty bra cup a squeeze. "Too bad you don't have these." "I know. That would be the ultimate. Cock and balls and tits. A true she-male." After sipping his wine Damien said, "I know a doctor. I could set you up with him and you could discuss a boob-job with him. If you're interested." "I might be," I replied. "I've thought about it. If that would turn you on. Provided, of course," I continued, "this becomes an ongoing thing." "Between us?" Damien asked, raising his hand from its latest caress. "This is my, like, what? Sixth time here? Seventh? Fucking you?" He laughed. "I would say it's a pretty regular thing wouldn't you?" "As long as your wife doesn't find out." "What about her?" "You say she's insanely jealous. That could put an end to everything." "It won't." "I'm just saying..." "It won't," Damien repeated, draining his glass. He glanced at his Rolex. "Know how I know? And by the way, baby, I've got to get going. Thanks again for the wine. I love these legs..." "How?" I asked, trailing my lover to the vestibule. He turned back. I was hoping for a goodbye kiss. On my painted lips. "Cause you're gonna help me murder her." "Do you like the woods? Do you like to go for hikes?" Hikes? I was confused, and more than a little drunk. We hadn't fucked yet. And when we eventually did I had to fake the pleasure. I was too nervous to be able to concentrate on the sensation of his magical cock up my ass. We were sitting across from each other at the little table in my breakfast nook. The woods? The question seemed incongruous. Nonsensical. He's asking a man in wig and makeup, bra and panties and thigh-highs, his feet in a pair of half-heels and his toenails painted crimson...if he likes the woods? You mean aside from my recurring fantasies about being tied to a tree and gang-banged? I asked myself. As for hiking...Hike! Hike! My mind kept fleeing to images of Peyton Manning in shotgun formation. I decided on evasion. "Why?" I asked. When Damien arrived the first thing I said to him was, "I nearly fainted," referring to his last visit a full week ago, and his shocking words of departure. Putting his arm my bare shoulders he'd given me a sideways hug and said, reassuringly: "Everything will be fine." "You were joking, right?" I kissed him on the neck. "Let's sit and talk." Now on my third generous glass of wine (I'd had two before Damien arrived) I shrugged. "I don't know. I don't think I've gone hiking in, like, ten years." Damien smiled broadly and leaned back in his chair, as prologue to the dissertation on the perfect murder that followed. He talked. I drank. "I have this theory," he began, "...actually, call me perverse but I've had it for a long time. My theory is that if you wanted to murder someone, a spouse, and get away with it, the best way to do it would be to take her hiking in the mountains upstate, on one of the trails that leads to a slippery cliff with a sharp drop-off, and when you reach that point, with her up ahead, to give her a little push. And down she goes. After that it's all acting. Running back down the trail until you have cellphone coverage again. Panicking for the 911 operator; hysteria for the police; hospitalization for shock; a she-slipped-and-fell explanation for the investigators; shared sorrow with her relatives—assuming any would want to speak to you; weeping at the funeral; a full month out of the public eye...What could anybody prove?" Damien asked with raised palms. "The two of you were alone in the woods. No witnesses. She slipped, she fell, she died on the rocks. A treacherous point on the trail. A slippery rock. It's completely plausible. There will be doubters—family members. They'll be the worst, the toughest nut to crack. But they have no legal standing. It has been declared a tragic accident by the police. I'm the bereaved husband. I get the insurance money—a million dollars by the way. I inherit the fortune—several million." Damien gulped some wine, then continued. "That's one scenario. The better scenario involves a third person. A co-conspirator. You." (And it was here that I felt the blood drain from my face, my brain and, even in the sitting position, I felt fall-over faint.) "You're waiting just beyond the apex of the summit, the cliff. As we approach, with my wife in the lead, you come forward. It's awkward. There's not enough room for two bodies. Once you're side-by-side with her you give her a little push. No bruises. She tumbles, falls. A hundred feet to her death. Now I have plausible deniability. Did you push your wife? No. Shove her? No. Absolutely not. If the situation gets sticky with the relatives I volunteer to take a lie-detector test—not that it would be admissible in court. Same questions. I pass. I'm exonerated in everyone's eyes. After a respectful period I resume my normal life. I'm rich! I have a hot crossdressing boyfriend—girlfriend, excuse me—I resume fucking once or twice a week. (We'd have to lay low for a while in the immediate aftermath.) Life is good!" Damien sucked down some more chardonnay before continuing: "You're probably asking at this point...What about me? The scene of the crime and all that. Couldn't be simpler. You arrive by bus. The upstate buses stop at all the hiking spots. No I.D. required. You're undetectable. You hike up from one direction, we hike up from the other. You lie in wait. Once the deed is done you hike back down in the direction you came. You know nothing. You catch a return bus." Damien brushed palms together. "It's like you were never there. A phantom. "What do you think of my plan?" my devious lover abruptly asked. I wasn't prepared for the question. I was numb, drunk. "I...What if there are witnesses?" "There won't be," Damien replied. "It'll be early in the morning. People are lazy." "But what if there are?" "Oh!" Damien admitted. "Good point. Your second role in my perfect crime will be scout. In the event other people are around—not likely—you'll signal me from the cliff. Wave your arms or whatever, nothing too obvious. I'll stop to remove a rock from my boot or something. Wait till they're out of view, whatever. You'll be my eyes and ears." "And your athlashin," I slurred. "What, darling?" "Ashlassin. Ass...sassin." Damien grinned. "Exactly. All this talk about murdering my wife has made me horny. Let's go upstairs and fuck." Damien slipped out of me at the last minute, and began cumming in and around my dilated hole. Then, fresh cum and all, he pushed back in and emptied the rest of his week's load deep in my ass. It was mess afterwards. I had to wipe both him and me clean with a dampened bath towel. This time his parting words were: "What do you think of my brilliant plan?" "I..." "Think about it," he said. "But privately. From now on all our communications must be verbal. Capiche?" I wasn't thinking clearly. Wasn't Capiche a raw Spanish fish dish "cooked" in lime juice? Damien dropped his iPhone face-up on the mattress close to my face. The image of a shiny new luxury car loomed up at me. "What's this?" I asked, from my usual submissive position on my hands and knees. "What's it look like?" Damien now smearing lube over his hard cock. "A brand-new Jag. Bought it for my wife this week. Anniversary present. Things have been going so well for us lately—and they'll continue to for another few weeks. This is what I call the prologue stage of my strategy. Who else but a loving husband would buy a brand-new XJ for his wife? Of course, after she passes he'll inherit it but..." Damien guided the thick head of his cock to my hole. He said: "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you today, so get ready." "Yes." He was already an inch or two in. Since his "proposition" Damien had grown more...aggressive. More callous of my feelings. More forceful. He'd even started spanking my ass, something he'd never done before. He spanked both cheeks now. It stung. He was all the way in and I could feel his pubic hair flush with my crack. He grabbed me by the hips and pushed me forward. Then slammed me back against his abdomen. "Oh!" I cried. He was in so deep! "Any questions?" my lover asked, through clenched teeth. "Hunh?" "Bout my plan?" "Oh. Yes. One...OH! You're so big! You're so...!" "That's what my wife said a few nights ago. We're fucking again. All part of the plan. What's your question, cunt? Bitch? Are you my bitch?" Slam. "Yes! Yes, I love it!" "What then, you pussy?" He never used to call me degrading names. This was new. As a submissive I liked it, but...it was different. And somewhat scary. Like the spankings he now administered. "Answer me, bitch!" he added. "I just wonder..." "Yes?" "What's in it for me?" Damien laughed, his cock still deep in my ass. "For you? This!" he declared. "My big cock in your sissy ass. One or two times a week once I'm free. Plus..." Yes? He was fucking me hard now. "I pay for your boob job." "Really?" "Not directly. I give you the money. Cash. You have it done. I want to be able to squeeze a pair of tits from now on when I'm fucking you. Understand?" "Sure. Yes, darling! OH! Thank you, darling!" I was all in. We rehearsed on a weekday. Damien drove us upstate in his Mercedes and we parked at the north end of the appointed trail. He led me up it to the summit—it took about an hour-and-a-half of steady uphill hiking—and we examined the huge boulder off to the right I would hide behind, as well as the sheer cliff to the left his poor wife would tumble down to her death. Had I really agreed to do this? Jesus Christ—a murderer? Back in the day my mother had hoped I would enroll in a Baptist seminary. And become a pastor, or missionary. Now I was a cross-dressing bi-sexual. Who had agreed to commit murder for his gay lover. He led me to the slick rock-face. For a brief moment I feared he would push me down it. But what would that accomplice? I was his accomplish! He needed me! (I was confused.) "See that?" he said, pointing downwards. There's a few trees and whatnot to break her fall. But they'll probably break her neck, if anything." My stomach turned. "See how deserted it is out here?" he asked. "This time of the year?" I nodded. "In another couple of weeks it'll be nothing but hunters. And deer. The fucking deer population," Damien added, "is out of control." You mean like the two to our left, I wanted to say, peeking around the boulder. Damien grabbed my right hand and forced it on the front of his jeans. He was hard underneath. "Don't know what it is about the woods but it always makes me horny. Did you bring lube?" "No." "No problem. A blowjob'll do. Cheryl," referring to his wife for the first and last time, "always used to blow me in the woods whenever we went hiking. Problem was," he said, looking over at me, "she never used to swallow. Fucking entitled bitch." I swallowed. And we hadn't even headed downhill to a secluded spot in the woods. "Every last drop!" he kept saying as my mouth slid up and down his pulsing, and now shrinking, cock. "Suck it, pussy! Suck it, cumwad!" He kept coming up with new names for me. "Look at you! You even wear panties when you go hiking! Sissy!" On the appointed day I waited behind the boulder at the summit. I'd brought a flask of rum and I was hitting it every minute or so. I knew my role. However, deer were everywhere! It was mid-October and I'd had to practically fight them off on my way up the trail. Now, crouching in waiting, I'd looked around and two were practically beside me. What is this, I wondered, a petting zoo? I shooed them away. Every once in a while a distant shot rang out. Christ, hunting season. Hope they can distinguish between a man and a buck. Or a doe. Or...Bambi. I heard a woman's scream. It seemed to be coming from in front of me, down below. This wasn't part of the script! Her screams seemed to be getting closer. I stuck my head out. Saw...nothing. "Help! Help!" she was crying. "My husband...I think he's been shot. Help me!" I emerged and climbed to the narrow summit. I looked down. "Help!" the female voice said. "My husband's been shot!" I saw her. She was running—staggering—up the path toward me. She was an attractive blonde in her forties but she was clothed in a long-sleeved plaid shirt and jeans. She carried no backpack. Her uphill path was erratic to say the least. She fell. Got up. Continued. She was still screaming. "Help! Help!" I met her at the summit, out from behind the rock. "Help!" she cried. She was out of breath, beside herself. "My husband...," she panted, "I think he's been shot." "Shot?" I asked. "His head is bleeding! Part of it's missing! It's...horrible! He just bought me a new car!" she added, irrationally. The pretty blonde pressed her head against my chest. I patted her back. I was secretly relieved. "Help me, please!" she cried. "Help me! Call the police!" I couldn't raise a signal on my cell. We descended, my hand around her waist. She stumbled. I picked her up. We came to a man's body face-down on the trail. Half of Damien's head was blown off. Cheryl turned her evasive head into my chest. I tried to console her. I felt her breasts against me, through her plaid shirt. I was aroused, jealous. We continued our descent. Great actress, I thought. Still no signal.