10 comments/ 123736 views/ 13 favorites The Portfolio Ch. 01 By: taikutsuna This is an edit from the previous posting. I know there may still be some issues, but I am currently working on the sisters story. There is a follow up story after the sisters story, but fear not there is still two months of summer to explore once the sisters get home. * * * * * PART 1. PERCEPTION. CLICK~... WRRRRRRRRRR... "Testing?" {Throat clearing} AHEM! I've never done this before: I don't even know how to begin: I've often seen my mother; when things are bothering her, write them down to no one in particular. It seems to give her peace. I'm no writer, so I hope that by talking into this machine, I may achieve the same results. My name is Priest, Priest Paragon. You may find Irony in my name after I tell you what I need to say, but I ask you; please, not to judge me. I have judged myself and I am guilty; I don't deny it... Guilty of my feelings. Guilty of my actions. And most definitely; guilty of wishing I could do it all again. I recently graduated High school. I live at home with my two sisters, Capri and Jadyn. They came home from Europe today, but this is not about them. This? This is about me. Who am I? You ask. If you saw me you might say I'm reasonably attractive. I'm tall, dark and people tell me I am handsome. I recently turned 18 but have not been "carded" since I was sixteen. If you saw me you wouldn't think me a monster; a monster that covets his Mother. But then again, if you saw my mother you would understand. My mother, the epitome of beauty, no taller than my chest, with raven black hair and the most incredible green eyes. If you saw my mother you would know the true definition of covet, and yet, I only recently discovered her beauty for myself. The irony is that with as beautiful as my mother is: for the life of me I can't remember her ever dating anyone. My mother owns several rental properties and has always been home to care for my sisters and I. She's always just stayed busy. Her hands have never been idle. And this is where my story begins... It was 10am, I'm not sure which day, I just know I was up earlier than normal. The house seemed quiet which wasn't unusual as my sisters left a couple days ago to tour Europe for a month and my mom was probably shopping, well... because that's what she does. I dragged myself out of bed and made my way down the stairs towards the kitchen. I wasn't hungry so much as thirsty, but I never the less poured a bowl of cereal and a big glass of juice. I had no sooner taken a bite of cereal when... "YOU'RE UP EARLY LAZY BONES!" I about choked on my spoon "HOLY CRAP MOM YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!" "Nice mouth" she rebuked. "I raised you well". "Sorry" I stammered (my mom had some anal thing about cussing) "but you did scare me". "Ha!" she exclaimed "A strapping big boy like yourself scared by little old me". Feigning embarrassment I sarcastically responded. "Yeah, well it was so quiet in the house, how was I supposed to know there was a little old lady lurking around?" She responded with a mock grimace on her face and wagging her finger. "Ah! Someone wants to go to bed without his dinner tonight, don't they? And for your information Mr. Smart butt...(see? Anal!) I'm not that old. I'll only be 37 years young in a few months..."(okay I just turned 18, you do the math) "...You're right though it has been quiet without your sisters here hasn't it? ...I miss them, I hope they're safe." "MOM!" I exclaimed. "They've only been gone two days, give me a break!" "Hey mister! I'm allowed to miss my own flesh and blood if I want to." she said poutedly. (Okay, well I'll admit the house did seem empty without my sisters Capri, a year older and Jadyn, my twin, but I wasn't going to admit it, so I changed the subject) "Hey old lady, you're looking a little grubby today!" I said pointing out the tired old sweat pants and dingy D.C.United t-shirt she was wearing. "You're not going out in public like that are you?" I said with mock exasperation... (It really didn't matter; my mom could wear a burlap sack and still be the prettiest woman in the room). This time she looked hurt.(Oops) "Does this look that bad? Should I go change?" She pouted... "Ummm no mom I was just kidding you look fine..." "No you're right I should go change." she said appearing on the verge of tears (I had no idea she was this concerned about her looks, I started to back peddle, I told her my burlap sack theory) "...really!? ...the prettiest?" she questioned "Of course the prettiest. I confirmed." (Hell, it was true) "Oh; you're sweet," she said. "and you know what?" "What's that mom?" "YOU'RE JUST SO CUTE WHEN YOU'RE GULLIBLE!" she laughed while squeezing my cheek and shuffling my hair. (Okay for those of you new to my life, this is the hell I have to endure, being brought up in a house with all women; constant harassment!) "Sweet tarnation boy! You know if it wasn't for your twin sister, I'd swear you were switched at birth (this being said with a really, really bad southern belle accent) but alas ladies and gentlemen meet my poor gullible son." "HA HA HAR HAR! You know Mom you're pretty funny... too bad looks aren't everything.... I'd keep your day job." "And that my fine sir is what I intend to do. I'll be at the El Panoche street house all day prepping it for new tenants. If you need me, I'll have my cell. Okay?" "Umm... okay.... umm... do you need... help?"(Say no, say no!!) "Your enthusiasm is overwhelming buddy, but no thanks I'm just painting one room today and I'm done. Why don't you call that Anastasia girl you're seeing and get out of the house?" "ANASTASIA!? We haven't spoken in months." (Okay Anastasia is my ex, well technically not my ex because we never broke up, but she, being the same age as Capri went away to college and we just kind of quit calling each other) "Oh! That's too bad, I liked her. She reminded me of someone, I'm not sure who, but she was a nice girl. Well in any event you can clean the garage like you promised me last week." (Dammit I liked the first idea better) "That's right! I did promise to clean the garage didn't I?" I said as if it were some recovered memory. "Ummm okay I'll get started after Gilligan." "Gilligan's a rerun buddy boy. Why don't you get started after you eat your breakfast!?" with subtle menace in her voice. "Why... don't... I... get... star...ted... after... I... eat... my... break...fast." I repeated between chews. Smiling wide making sure she could see the gnarling mesh of teeth and cereal. "Charming baby doll: Charming; I raised you So... well; and with that I bid thee farewell to my adoring yet ill-mannered fan; adieu." "HEY! A DO TO YOU TOO!" I yelled after her, spitting cereal... "MOM! Can you pick up some milk on the way back?" "MOM!?" ...no answer. So here we are 11:47am... (Hey what can I say re-run shmee-run, Mary-Ann is still a hottie) ...and I'm standing in front of the garage. Still trying to come up with good excuses why I didn't get the garage finished, but since none of them seemed plausible. "ALIENS... no... VAMPIRES... no... HONEST POLITICIANS CAMPAIGNING DOOR TO DOOR... no..." I sighed heavily and clicked the garage door button... (before we proceed bare in mind, in a "Normal" household the garage would be a man's domain, but when you live in a Matriarchy, and your Mom and two Sisters "like are shopaholics, you know." The garage becomes an extension of the closet, something this peon only gets to clean. So I had no idea what to expect) ...and waited ...nothing happened.(This was promising) "Mom I couldn't get in the garage!" I practiced. I clicked several more times and nothing. "I tried really hard!" I continued to practice. Our garage is a two car garage set to the side of the house and non-attached, so I walked to the backside and turned the handle on the backside door; it started to open (damn) and then stopped (alright!!). I peered inside, but couldn't see past some boxes that were blocking the door. I did spy the hardwired garage door button though. I reluctantly pressed it and heard the garage door start to open. (Shit!) I walked to the front of the garage and stopped dead in my tracks. What stopped me was seeing the wall of boxes, garment bags, miscellaneous old furniture. etc... etc... etc... In the interest of not boring you with my tedium let me just say that five hours after digging through the rubble, I felt like an archaeologist uncovering layer upon layer of some lost civilizations bad and worse fashion statements; but as I stood at the back of the garage sweating, proud of what I had accomplished and wishing I could have done it the Indiana Jones way. I just happened to spot a folding banquet table leaning on the back corner wall that would make a good makeshift desk for my room. I grabbed the table, in the process disturbing a spider-web(sorry dude, my table now) and started to carry it out of the garage when something that had been leaning behind the table fell over squashing the poor spider with a large THWUMP!(sorry again, dude.). The murder weapon was flat, roughly 4ft by 4ft and looked like a black card table without legs. SCORE! I said aloud... as the banquet table I had was large and would have taken up a whole side of my room. I leaned the table I was holding against the boxes I had stacked earlier and went to get my treasure. When I got to it, I noticed it wasn't a table at all but some kind of case, as was evident by the handle, the long shoulder strap and the zipper that ran along 3/4 of the edge. I picked it up flicked my recently deceased friend towards the light...of the window (later dude!) and started to open it thinking maybe it was a case with a card table in it. No luck! (Or was there?) It wasn't a table unless it was made from several sheets of 4ftx4ft plastic covered black cardboard. I continued to unzip the case, because now I was curious. Something fell to the ground, it appeared to be just a blank 8x11 piece of paper I grabbed it and felt the smooth underside and realized it was a picture. I turned it over to look at it and my jaw went slack, what I saw was my sister Capri much as she looks now, laying on what I presumed to be a very large bed covered with pink silk or satin sheets. Her tanned body was completely naked, except for the two pink ribbons she wore in her jet black hair as pigtails and white knee socks with pink stripes at the top. One sock was pulled up the other lay bunched up at her ankle. She lay propped up on her left elbow looking down at her erect nipple while she toyed at it with a lollipop, but it was her right hand that garnered my attention even more, as it was ever so busy stuffing the head of a huge white fluffy teddy-bear between her spread legs. I studied the picture for a few moments, blinked, and then studied it a few more moments and a smile spread across my face. OH MAN! She is so BUSTED!! I gleefully said to myself as I stuffed the picture back in the case and zipped it up. (Now I love my sisters mind you, but I was a little perturbed at the time that they didn't even ask me to go to Europe. Not that I could've afforded it, It still would've been nice to have been asked: paybacks gonna be a bitch though) I made my way back towards the house trying to figure how best to use this glorious find to my complete advantage. Thinking it would take some careful inspection of each and every picture and a good deal of planning. When suddenly, clarity started creeping into my mind. All through the day the farther back I went into the garage the older everything got. This case was all the way in the back and it took me five hours... "HOLY SHIT!" I started running to my room still carrying what I now knew to be a models portfolio case... MY MOTHERS PORTFOLIO CASE! I got to my room in what would have been a world record if there was such an event. I slammed the door behind me and set the portfolio on the floor. I hurriedly kicked some clothes, magazines and boxes out of the way to make room, and immediately grabbed for the zipper on the portfolio. In my haste to confirm what I already knew to be true I nearly yanked the pull tab off the zipper, but then; success! The portfolio opened like a book and took up most of the floor, but there; lying before me were the answers I sought. I dropped to my knees. The large pieces of cardboard were in fact pages like in a scrapbook and there were dozens of them, all with various sized pictures on the front and back. (I need to interject again, My Mother and older sister Capri -it's actually Caprice but she prefers Capri- often get mistaken for sisters. My obvious faux-pas was due to the age of the person in the pictures) There was no denying who the model was now though, as my mothers stunning green eyes dazzled me from the pictures below. Thrown in between most of the pages were dozens more loose pictures, such as the one that fell out in the garage. There were literally hundreds of pictures in all. I spread out some loose pictures and stared at them so hard I thought I would see through them, trying desperately to prove to myself I wasn't seeing what I was seeing. My prudish mother who never dated and hated cussing was laid out naked in every position imaginable. My head was swimming. An empty fluttering began in my belly. One particular picture caught my eye. I picked it up and held it close to my face, studying every curve, every crevice. The picture was my mom on all fours with her beautifully tanned behind towards the camera showing the world where I came from, and at least part of me wanted to go back. (Actually the date on the back was from before I was born) I was getting uncomfortably hard in my jeans and quickly pulled them down to give me a little "breathing room". My dick sprang up and slapped my belly; I couldn't believe I was getting hard looking at my mother. ( Now I don't know penis sizes, At this particular time I hadn't thought to measure, and my only basis for comparison were the pornos I'd watched. Compared to the male "actors" I figured I was larger than average. I learned differently) It bothered me a little that I was getting hard as I looked at my beautiful mother, but I couldn't stop, I was mesmerized. My eyes focused on the little lavender phallus that my mom was inserting in her rectum, then back to the moistness of her pussy and once again to her rectum. Both looked so inviting, I wanted to be that dildo. My upper lip began to perspire, my ears were ringing softly, moistness gathered under my eyes and my hand involuntarily raised so that my thumb could gently rub my hardening right nipple through the shirt I had on. Each gentle flick sending a surge of electricity to my ever hardening manhood. I licked my lips and my breathing became shallow and erratic. My friend was throbbing now. I set the picture down where I could still "study" it and gently squeezed the head of my cock to try and relieve some of the pressure...to no avail. It twitched, it throbbed and it started to ache. The squeeze turned into a rub, the rub turned into a stroke and then there was no turning back. I was pleasuring myself to an erotic picture of my mother. I continued gently flicking my nipple alternating occasionally when one started to lose sensitivity or get tender. I also continued to study the picture of my mom and was fascinated with the moistness of her obviously tight, velvety looking, hairless lovehole. The way her asshole puckered around the toy. The gentle curves where her ass cheeks met her legs. The sexy dimples at the small of her back. The beauty of her perfect breasts dangling there begging for attention. The flawless olive skin that encased the perfect body. The silky black hair that framed the gorgeous face that looked into the beyond and showed nothing but passion, nothing but lust and pleasure. She was a goddess!! How could I have lived with this woman for 18 years and never noticed the raw sexuality she possessed? I had no lubrication and I couldn't be bothered to get lotion, I was transfixed on the picture in front of me. I was like one of Pavlov's dogs though, holding back my drool, so I did what came natural. I stopped my stroking long enough to spit into my hand and smear the spit on the end of my hard member. Ahh! I muttered, as I was free to stroke as quickly as possible now. I continued stroking, flicking, staring, stroking, flicking, staring. My tempo only slowing when I needed to rewet my penis. I was getting close to what promised to be a spectacular orgasm. My breathing was erratic, my body was on fire. Thousands of tiny pin pricks coursed over my skin. I could no longer focus on the picture it was just a blur, but no matter; every detail was emblazoned into my mind. I put my head back and closed my eyes and there she was my beautiful mom, my fantasy come to life. A smile spread across my face as a feeling of total freedom and total happiness surged in my soul. I continued pleasuring myself. The turmoil in my ball sac let me know I was close to flooding the room with my load. My cock started to pulsate. My impossibly beautiful, sexy as hell mother still a vivid picture in my mind and then... "Priest, are you home?" "Unh hunh!" I responded, still stroking, still flicking, still smiling. I could hear the front door closing. "I had time!" I thought to myself "The garage looks great baby, you deserve a special treat"... "OH GAWD!! Treat me good baby!" I muttered to myself still stroking, still flicking, still smiling. "What's that Hon, I didn't hear?" she responded. "Oh shit!" She was right outside my door...it was too late I was way past the point of no return. "Noth...ing" I blurted "Well sweetheart, I'm taking you to dinner." "I'm cu...mmming!" I half replied back. "No rush." she stated. "I need to hop in the shower." "Shower!?" I quickly remembered a picture I saw earlier... there... there it was. I focused as best I could through bleary eyes on a picture of my mom standing in a shower facing me. Her wet jet black hair hanging over one side of her face. Her beautiful olive skin glistening with wetness and lather as she provocatively reached up and tweaked the underside of her hardened nipples. Water cascaded down her belly dripping from her cleanly shaven womanhood that was just hinting at the presence of her pouty inner lips. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it in mock oral as she looked longingly into the camera with her incredibly green catlike eyes, lustfully begging me to climax... I did. That picture coupled with my mother's sing-song voice trailing down the hall sent my body rigid. The first shot of cum escaped me like a bullet. So incredibly intense it shot six feet in front of me, leaving a trail of sperm across the portfolio and carpet. I quickly grabbed a shirt that was lying on the ground next to me and held it in front of my dick as I continued to explode. Trying desperately not to yell out as a massive amount of cum was collected into that poor shirt. My body rocked back and forth as I convulsed upon my knees. My head felt like it had a spin cycle and jerked around violently. My heart felt like it would explode and my ass cheeks were starting to spasm. I shuddered as the last stream of cum left my cock and I collapsed towards the bed. The muscles in my face felt tight as they slowly relaxed into an utterly blissful smile. I milked my tender cock of its remaining fluid into the makeshift cumrag and rested there. My knees on the floor and my head resting on the edge of the bed. My ass muscles slowly unclenched. My breathing became bearable again and my heart tried to remember what normal was. I was content to lay there as the world came back into focus....But! I heard my Moms shower go on and I popped up. Quickly, I mopped up the cum from the first shot... (Luckily the pages had clear plastic over them)...and then hurriedly gathered the pictures, stuffed them back into the portfolio, slammed it shut not bothering to zip it and shoved it under the bed. I ran around the room gathered the loose clothes and the cumrag and threw them in the hamper. The Portfolio Ch. 01 WHEW! I sighed. Everything looked normal. Not at all like I just pleasured myself to the goddess, just down the hall. Not at all like I just had the most intense orgasm of my life to naked pictures of my beautiful mother. The words echoed in my head, as I grabbed the towel on the door, to the bathroom I shared with my sister Jadyn. I went in to get ready for dinner... I showered quickly. I'll admit though that with the myriad of erotic images of my mother still fresh in my mind I thought more than once about giving my friend another good beating. Having just come close to being caught and with a modicum of guilt for my actions I decided that haste was in my best interest. I dried off, threw on a pair of Levis (underwear is uncomfortable, so I don't wear it) and grabbed my Seattle mariners jersey from the closet. I was a little miffed when I put on the jersey and felt the tightness in the chest and shoulders. "Hell!!" I thought. I'd only had it a month and it was $80. I grabbed my shoes and socks and headed downstairs. I could tell my mom was still getting ready so I went to the entrance hall and sat down on the little Asian style bench in there and waited. I sat there wiggling my toes and twiddling my thumbs. My feet were sore, so I didn't want to put my shoes on till the last minute. When I heard the stairs creek, I knew my mom must be ready; I bent down and pulled my tennis shoes on. I had just finished tying my shoes when I heard my mother very clearly ask... "Ready, stud?" Stud? I thought to myself. That's new!? From my vantage point of looking down. I could only see my mom waving her perfectly manicured foot in front of me. I was about to respond as my eyes traveled upwards and recorded in breathtaking detail the dazzling outfit she had on. Her toenails were painted a highly polished burgundy almost black. From her toes I spotted the thick black leather straps that held her foot to the 4 inch platform sandals she had on. Her petite well tanned ankles were a stunning contrast to the stark white denim jeans that tapered down her legs. The jeans had a painted on effect, in that they did nothing to hide all the gentle curves of my mom's well defined legs. The jeans ended with a dangerously low waistband that was several inches below her hip bones. I believe I would have swallowed hard but my throat went completely dry as my eyes drank in the sight of my mom's perfectly flat belly. The narrow waist and the deep dark expanse of skin that hinted at very feminine stomach muscles underneath. My mom worked hard on her body and it was very evident. For a top she wore a black leather jacket that was little more than attached sleeves, as it barely covered her ample bosom and went no lower than her breastline. For that she had on what I could only assume was a black bikini top or bra of some kind, but for the fact that there were two corded black drawstrings hanging in the front. On her throat she wore a tiny antique onyx and brass broach that was held in place by a thin black velvet choker. (It was the only jewelry she cared to own, something she got from her mother) She wore next to no makeup (she didn't need it). Just enough to accentuate her incredible green eyes and show off her perfect pouty lips. Her silky black hair was pulled back loosely in a ponytail, still allowing her bangs to fall freely. I started to get a chubby and suddenly felt a little underdressed. I didn't want to get a hardon in front of my mom so I jumped up and said... "Not just yet, let me get a bottle of water!" and made a hasty beeline to the kitchen. I grabbed a Dasani from the fridge and guzzled half of it on the first pull. I was parched. I stood there with the refrigerator door open and my forehead resting on the coolness of a gallon of milk. In the back of my mind I could hear my mom talking from the other room, but I was too pre-occupied trying to think of anything else that would get the collage of erotic images out of my mind long enough for my burgeoning hard-on to take a rest. It wasn't as though I had never seen her dress like this. I thought to myself. She and my sisters would regularly go out for a day of "Funshopping". Which for me meant my mother disappeared for a day and was replaced by a third giddy schoolgirl sister. The three of them would all dress like this and then terrorize the malls, but it never affected me like this. A moment of sheer terror took over. "God; I hope we're not going Funshopping." I groaned to myself. The fear of shopping with my mother seemed to be the ticket. My friend decided to go back to sleep. I swigged the last of my water, chucked the empty into the recycle bin and grabbed another. I cracked the bottle and took a sip. I wiped the condensation from the milk bottle off my forehead and said to myself "Let's do this." Being newly rehydrated I was able to nonchalantly gulp as my mother came back into view. The outfit's effect on me hadn't lessened, so I avoided eye contact and headed straight for the front door and opened it. I conjured up a French accent as I gestured outside and said. "Madam; if you please". As I turned to her she stood there with an eyebrow raised gesturing towards my midsection and said. "Is that for me?" I froze. I'm sure my face was red because the pounding in my ears was deafening. The first thought that came to mind was "Oh shit! Did I not wait long enough!?" I didn't feel stiff, but I also didn't want to look down to confirm. I decided to try and play it off... "Wha...What?" I hesitantly queried. "The water... I asked you to bring me a water as well" she said. "OH!! The water; Yes, Here!" I said as I nearly shoved it into her hand. "I took a sip. I hope you don't mind." I confessed "Hey!! Baby doll from your lips to mine." she said as she made a toasting gesture and wrapped her beautiful pouty lips around that lucky, lucky bottle. GAAAAAAAAAAHHH! Screamed through my head. This was going to be a long night. I gestured towards the outside again. She stood there expectantly... "Well?" she asked "Wha... What?" I stammered "You didn't hear a darn thing I said. Did you?" "I heard about the water." I lied. "Where do you want to eat? I was thinking Sushi." "Yeah! Absolutely!" I replied. "Wait a minute: are you paying?" I said sheepishly She smiled and rolled her eyes as she finally headed towards the door and said "Yeah... funny man... I'm paying" (You see that's funny because I didn't have any cash. Ha... wait a minute!) "Well then by all means... lets go get our sushi on!" I said trying to continue my obvious comedic role. She gave an audible good natured groan, rolled her beautiful eyes and headed out the door. I quickly realized that having her exit the house first was a big mistake; as now I was powerless to do anything but watch from behind as she sashayed down the brick walk towards the driveway. I marveled at how this woman's body put girls half her age to shame. I was entranced by the gentle yet inviting sway of her buttocks as they strained against the white fabric of her jeans. An image flashing through my head of the smooth skin that was encased... I looked away. Only to find myself moments later fascinated as I surveyed the waistband of her jeans and caught the slightest hint of the crease that runs between her buttocks. Another image of a puckered orifice as it accepted a lavender phallus... I looked away again. My eyes were continually drawn to their target, as a moth to a flame. Every time I looked, another erotic image would whiz through my mind. I knew I shouldn't be looking, shouldn't be having these feelings, but I was powerless to refrain. "Let's go, slowpoke!" came her voice through the haze. "Ah yes..." I mused. "...A slowpoke, now 'that' would be incredible." The realization of what I was saying crept in and I shook my head to clear the idea. The haze of my musings slowly cleared as I spotted my Mom climbing into the red S.U.V. gesturing me to hurry. "Let's go molasses! I'm starving. I'll be an old woman before we eat." "I'm coming! I responded. I'm coming. Don't get your pant... (I assumed telling my mother "not to get her panties in a bunch" would not bode well for me) ...cakes flipped." Hunh!? "What's wrong with me?" I pondered. I sat in the passenger seat trying to think of something; anything that would take my mind from where it was going. Sushi meant that I would get a chance to flirt with Michael, the restaurants owner. While no comparison to my mother the distraction might be the only thing to save me from making a fool of myself. Michael, who had an incredibly flirtatious nature, always came to our table and chit-chatted with my family and I. I expressed an interest in learning Japanese and Mike (as she preferred to be called) would teach me a word here and there. I bought a "Teach yourself Japanese book" and had been practicing. Maybe if I tried flirting in Japanese she would see how charming I was. But probably not. She was a steaming hot and successful, 28 year old Japanese / American woman who graduated from U.C.L.A. and spoke better English than I did. Butchering her parent's native tongue would probably just earn me scorn. "Ah yes; Michael just may be what I needed to break the spell I was under." I was pulled from my reverie as familiar landmarks became evident. I looked up and there was "Michael's" coming up on the right hand side: And then there was "Michaels" going by the right hand side. I quickly looked at my mom, thinking she missed it somehow. Then panic about "Funshopping" crept in and I asked. "Did we decide not to get Sushi?" My mom glanced over from the driver seat, (God, she was beautiful) and merely stated. "Oh yeah; we're going for sushi, I wanted to try a new place I heard about downtown." I slumped in my seat as I looked out the window, and waved at no one in particular "Ja mata ne Michael san" I said aloud. (So much for my distraction) Moments later I was amused as my Mom sang out. "Girl you'd be in trouble mmm, mmm, mmm," I snickered and quickly corrected. "I'm not sure mom, but I think the song goes "Girl you know it's true, ooh, ooh, ooh." She looked over at me with those incredible eyes and nodded her head in agreement as she said, "You know, I think you're right." The rest of the trip was uneventful. I, trying to block out thoughts of my mother, and she in turn lost in her own thoughts. I assumed she was trying to remember directions she had been given to this "New place", until we pulled into an out of the way shopping center. Panic about "Funshopping" almost took hold again, until I spotted the large gaudy neon sign that merely said "SUSHI". I was immediately turned off by the "New place" and probably somewhat guilty that we were going to have sushi somewhere other than "Michael's". While "Michael's" was a quaint little Japanese style restaurant with good atmosphere, this had all the trappings of a singles bar. (Not that I'd know, I'm only eighteen) We stepped in past the threshold and I immediately took note of the flashing neon, the polished metal art deco landscape and the dance floor off in the corner. A J-POP Singer that I recognized as Hikaru utada was blasting over the sound system. I felt like I had walked into a Japanese "Miami vice" rerun. My mom who was standing in front of me; bouncing her head to the beat of the song, turned with a smile and shouted. "WOW! This place is really bumpin'. Hunh?" I smiled at my moms colorful use of slang and quickly searched my limited eighties vernacular. "Yeah mom it's really: Rad!" I said not hiding the sarcasm in my voice. My mom shot me a good natured glare and shouted over the music "You're not making fun of your old Mom are you?" "Yeah; a little bit." I admitted with a smile on my face. "Well watch it buddy; you're not too big that you can't still take me over your knee" Yes; she actually said this. Freudian slip? It didn't matter. All the effort I put into blocking her out of my mind was washed away and replaced with a visual of her naked body as she lay across my lap begging me to spank her. Moments later an entirely too happy to be alive hostess, dressed in a black pantsuit with librarian glasses greeted us. "Harro; Komban wa, waarcom to SUSHI" The place was actually called "SUSHI". "Oh! This is getting good." I muttered to myself. "Just da two of you?" as she clapped her hands twice. "Kanako will be ya server today." The next thought I had was, "Holy Crap!" as "Kanako" stepped out from behind the partition. Almost a head shorter than my mother she had a beautiful delicate face. Her black hair was pulled up and sitting atop her head, held in place with what appeared to be decorative chopsticks. She wore a skin tight silk, blue and flower print; covering? Was the only thing I could think to call it. The "Covering", covered "Kanako" barely! It had a stiff silk collar and a narrow neckline that went down to her navel. The "Covering" covered her front and back from her shoulders to barely below her buttocks, but the sides would have been completely bare if not for the crisscross silk cord that held the front and back together. I marveled at the engineering it must have taken to make such an outfit. I marveled at how smooth the exposed skin appeared down the side of her body. I wondered about her name as well, While the hostess was, with out a doubt Japanese and Kanako was a very Japanese name, "Kanako" did not appear Japanese. I could not determine her Asian origin. We followed her short pigeon toed steps into the restaurant; I watched her delicate feet as they walked in the blue Asian style slippers. I followed the sheer white stockings that ended Mid-thigh.I involuntarily gulped. The silk did nothing to hide the delicate curves of our server as we followed her to our table. I watched as the fabric slid across her petite form. I was in awe at how her perky breast stayed unexposed. I silently wished that the hem line would ride up just an inch more. The place started looking a whole lot better to me. My friend agreed, as he started to stiffen. I needed to sit down fast. "Maybe I'll be able to stay distracted after all." I thought to myself. I looked around and noticed that the place wasn't very busy. There were some Japanese business men with dark expensive looking suits and sunglasses, sitting in a corner booth whispering about what I assumed may be some great and new innovative product. I wondered about the young Japanese guy with his arms crossed, who stood with his back to the table while his friends talked. Was he waiting for a chair? If so the service sucked because he stood there forever. I looked around and saw mostly men in business suits; I smoothed out some wrinkles from my baseball jersey. "Yeah" I said to myself. The place wasn't that busy, but then again, it was the middle of the week and not quite 7pm. It struck me odd that I still did not remember what day it was. We were seated, Thank god. As my friend stretched and yawned. I sat down across from my mom who smiled at me. I smiled back then looked towards the bar where a couple guys in suits and loose ties were poking each other and gesturing towards my mother. I glared at them and they quickly looked away. I took satisfaction in the fact that the older I got and the bigger I got, the less my mom got harassed. My mom's not one to do anything small, and she always orders a platter or "Sampler" of Sushi. That way everyone can pick what they want, and no one has to wait for the a la cart sushi to arrive. It was no different this time. She quickly looked at the menu and ordered the "FUNE NO AI". Kanako, who was smiling wide at me, quickly changed her expression, took our drink orders and hurried off. I watched her the entire way. Silently, absently thanking whoever discovered silk. It wasn't very long... (I assumed because the place wasn't very busy) ...that Kanako and her perky breast arrived back at our table pushing a cart with a large wooden platter in the shape of a boat. "One rub boat for the veeery pretty coperu" Kanako stated as she smiled and bowed to my mother. I inwardly grimaced; Kanako thought my mother and I were a couple. That explained the sudden change of expression when my mom ordered the "Love boat". I looked at my mom who was smiling at me and suddenly it didn't seem that tragic of an occurrence. Kanako put two large bottles of Sapporo on the table and sped off... "Ja mata ne Kanako san" I thought to myself as I watched her silk wrapped body disappear. We ate and listened to the music. The place was no "Michael's" but it had a certain charm. (Most of it silk wrapped) I watched as other girls dressed like "Kanako" fluttered by and smiled and winked at me. I watched as a particularly cute girl led one of the "Loose ties" towards the back of the restaurant. I grimaced at the vulgar display he made while smiling, and making obscene gestures to his friend at the bar. I admit though, that it had me imagining some wondrous secret place in the back. Where all the sexy silk wrapped, pixie-like girls fulfilled your every sexual desire, but it seemed absurd and I figured she was just showing the drunk buffoon where the restroom was. It was then as I was looking over the place, that my mom started to take off the leather jacket thingy she was wearing. I almost choked on some rice as I looked across the table and noticed that the top my mom had on wasn't a bra or bathing suit top, but was in fact a blouse with one very prominent exception. While it had a V-neck line that showed ample cleavage, the drawstrings drew my attention as they had the affect of cinching the blouse up and under my mothers breastline; creating a "hammock" affect for her breasts. The full and wondrous shape of her breasts were displayed in front of me. The thin black cotton did not allow for a brazier so the outlines of her teats were unmistakable. I was again mesmerized as I desperately tried to remember what those teats felt like in my mouth all those many years ago. I had to shift in my chair because I was becoming uncomfortably hard. I don't know how long I reminisced, but I was snapped out of my reverie as my mom's voice called my name. "Priest!" OH HELL! I thought.Please don't tell me I just got caught staring at my mothers tits. I looked up. She was busy dipping a piece of Sushi in her wasabi and soy mix. "Yeah." I managed sullenly. "You should try the salmon." she said matter-of-factly. "Whew!" Was all I could muster. A s we were leaving, my mother stated that we should stick with "Michaels" as the food wasn't that great here. I agreed, wholeheartedly in fact, then looked back to see if I could glimpse Kanako one more time. Once home, I thanked my mom for dinner and then headed to the family room and flipped on the TV. I was absently flipping through the channels when my mom appeared in the doorway. She had changed again. Now she had on her sleep attire, which consisted of yellow skin-tight PJ bottoms that went just below her knees, and a maroon and gold 49ers t-shirt tied at the side. While the top only hinted at what was underneath. The Knickers proved to me that I was wrong about the white jeans. The jeans hid plenty. Who was this woman? Why had I never seen her before? Wishing the knickers were flesh colored. I used every ounce of discipline I could summon and locked my eyes on hers as she asked. "I don't have enough for a full load; do you want me to wash your shirt?" Without saying anything I took my shirt off and made a three pointer into her basket. I took in every detail as she walked away.(God, she was beautiful) I heard her moving around upstairs, and then I heard silence. I heard her come quickly down the stairs and then I heard the laundry start, but I was content to watch the television. Content to think of anything besides her. The Portfolio Ch. 01 I had already planned to wait until my mom went to bed and then study the portfolio while I gave my friend the beating of his life. After the events of the night I needed relief bad. So I waited... I could see my mom's shadow as she came down the hall. Not wanting to have to muster more discipline I didn't possess. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. There was silence. I didn't want to open my eyes. Was that her breathing? I couldn't tell. I heard movement. I heard the closet door open. I kept my eyes closed. I sensed her presence and continued to pretend to sleep. Unfortunately very vivid images of her naked body crept into my psyche. I was doomed either way; at least if I got a hardon while asleep I had deniability. I kept my eyes closed. I could feel the familiar stirrings of my friend as he awakened. Here we go! I thought to myself. Image after image of my beautiful mother flashed for a nanosecond and were gone, only to be replaced by another more provocative, more erotic image. I felt my blood engorging friend start to move. Start to try and find a way out of his prison. I could still sense my mom in the room. What was she doing? I thought to myself. Moments later I felt the air stir, and then a blanket covering me. A mental sigh of relief as my friend was undetected and I thought about the relief I would achieve tonight. My friend was fully awake desperate to get out of his confines, but now hidden beneath the blanket. I almost flinched as my mom's searing lips burned there mark into my forehead, but I kept my eyes closed. Erotic images of my mother streaming by... I awoke to a noise. Bleary eyed I tried to get my bearings. I was in the family room laying in the lazy-boy. Light shone in from the large picture window. There was a blanket on my lap and I had no shirt on. I must have fallen asleep. I gave my friend a pat; he was asleep but gave an angry stir. I promised to make it up to him. I reached for the remote and turned on the TV. Talk show after talk show. At least it was still a weekday. What day was it? I promised myself I would look at a calendar when I got a chance. I stopped on a channel. A man was yelling at some kid, a woman sat to the side crying. A large signboard in the background stated simply. "I loved my mother" I turned the channel. Ah! "Gilligan", I set the remote down. It wasn't more than a couple minutes of Mary-Ann and her pigtails that I was reminded of someone else with pigtails. My friend was waking up. The house was quiet. I decided to go upstairs study the portfolio and make it up to my friend by beating him senseless. I started to pull the blanket off my lap, when my Mom's voice came from the hallway... "Will it bother you if I use the Stairmaster" she queried "YOU GOTTA BE FUCKIN KIDDING ME!" screamed in my head as I strategically reset the blanket. "No, not at all." I replied indifferently. All of my mom's gym equipment was in a room upstairs next to her room. However, she liked to watch television when she did the stair climber and so it remained in the family room. "Just my luck." I grumbled to myself. When she rounded the corner I almost spent my load. There was a lump in my throat that stopped the audible groan that tried to escape, and my friend was desperately reminding me of my promise. My mother walked in wearing her gold racing shorts... (Now I don't know if you've seen these before, they are little more than bikini bottoms made of some shiny material. Professional woman runners wear them in track meets) they hid nothing! I could see the faint outline of her womanhood as it pressed against the fabric. I could see her legs in all there feminine splendor and I could trace the crease that separated her buttocks. And if that wasn't enough,she had on a yellow "half hoody". I have no idea what purpose this garment has other than to drive men wild. Similar to a regular pullover hoody except that the jersey part is cut high on the torso, leaving the midriff bare. A garment meant to keep you warm and there was no fabric. "Absurd" I thought to myself, but freaking hot! I admonished my lustful thoughts, and reminded myself that I have seen her dressed like this before, this was nothing new. I have seen her dressed like this before, I could handle it. I have seen her dressed like this before, and then... THE HOODY CAME OFF! I may have chipped a tooth as my jaw went slack and I immediately clamped it shut. She stood there; about to climb up on the stair-climber with the remnants of a "Wife beater" tank top. I say remnants because it had been cut, and it had been cut short. The heavy fleshy half circles of her ample bosom swayed invitingly just below the cut fabric. I pulled my knee in close trying to raise the blanket off my continually swelling member. Trying to camouflage the little soldier. Another fervid glance was all I could take. I looked away. I imagined the sound of fabric torn as my increasingly agitated friend pushed the tensile strength of my jeans. I glanced again. She was climbing, her breasts were swaying, I was dying. I looked away. I don't know how long this lasted, I only know the agony I felt as a deep ache took root in my lower belly, and still my friend struggled against his prison walls. Screaming at me now to let him come out and play. God! How long was she going to work out? It seemed like hours. I glanced again. A beautiful wet sheen accentuated her rippling muscles. Her breathing, increasing its tempo, mine, trying desperately to stay normal as I tried to keep my lusting stealthy. The fabric of her top showing the hint of sticking to the skin. Her nipples a parallel to my aching erect member. The white fabric slowly gathering moisture. "Soon." I thought to myself. Soon you'll show yourselves. Trying to will the white cotton fabric to grow wetter, I stared and concentrated; Trying to expose what lay just below. A dull aching in my gut. I looked away, trying to focus on what was on television, only vaguely aware of my surroundings. My vision once again drawn to my mother. She was looking at me. She smiled and looked down at the monitor. Her already fast pace;increasing. The look of exertion on her face strangely erotic. The fabric of her top soaked through. Her hardened nipples prominent in the forefront. I audibly gasped as I continued my voyeuristic ways. Her chest heaving with every breath. Her newly exposed nipples dancing under the fabric. My friend gave one throbbing death wail and went limp. Replaced with a searing pain in my abdomen. I wanted to cry out but the lump in my throat prevented me. Still she climbed, her unmistakable feminine scent reaching my nostrils, each breath a reminder of the ache in my belly. My friend; no longer erect. I tried to rise. Tried to stand. The pain in my gut forcing me back down. Still she climbed. Her breathing erratic and labored, she hunkered down and increased her pace. The act of leaning making her moistened breasts pull from her body, the fabric of her top riding up to expose even more of her fleshy beautiful breasts. Sweat glistening down her body. A moan; Imagined or real reached my ears. Her musky scent permeated the room. Delicious, my mind reveled. In my mind I begged her to stop, begged her not to have this hold on me, and cried out in anguish as the pain in my gut denied me escape. In my mind; I apologized for finding her secret, for pleasuring myself to it. And still I ached. The sound of the stair-climber ceased. My mom sinking to the floor and stepping off. I watched as she walked from the room on wobbly legs, drying her neck with a towel. A brief lurid thought at the view of her departing form and another shooting pain to my gut. I waited to hear her go up the stairs, and then I slid off the chair and crawled to the bathroom. I Shut the door and locked it, pulled my jeans down and lay in a fetal position on the cool marble floor. I laid there on my side. The head of my limp and lifeless friend lying on the cool marble transmitting the cool soothing feel to my gut. The ache subsided slowly. I could hear the Phone ringing incessantly, but I didn't have the strength to bother with it. I rolled onto my back, the lifeless corpse flopping onto my belly. I feared it was broken as I looked at it, and it lay dormant. I pleaded with all that was holy that "I" was too young to be broken. "Please let me get hard one more time" I pleaded. Let me relieve the pressure. Nothing. Was this my penance? Was I doomed to live out my days in sexual frustration, lugging my dead friend around as a constant reminder of my sins? "My sins?" I thought. "I didn't ask to find the portfolio. I didn't ASK TO BE AROUSED BY MY MOTHER! I DIDN'T ASK FOR ANY OF THIS!" This wasn't my cross to bear. I was pissed! I went from begging all that was holy to cursing everything. I laid there in a mild fury for I don't know how long. I remembered some episode of a sitcom I had seen way back in my youth. I couldn't remember the show just something that struck me as odd. The main character had to constantly go take a cold shower when a date stood him up or rejected him. And while this meant nothing to me in my youth, it made an odd sort of sense to me now. I reached up and turned the water to the shower on. GOD! It was so fucking cold. I stood there trembling, shaking. My dead friend dangling between my thighs. Nothing. I reached down and gave it a tug. Nothing. I noticed my sexual urge was gone, replaced by my teeth chattering. I couldn't tell which was better. I reached down and shook my friend... He moved! Nothing like his old self, but he moved! There was hope. I turned the water off. I didn't think to bring a towel. I thought I'd be dying, not showering. I considered air drying but I was so damn cold. The linen closet where my mom got the blanket was in the hall. I opened the door slowly and looked out. No sign of my mother. I crept into the hall and closed the door behind me and tiptoed to the linen closet. My debilitated friend slapping an alternate thigh as I walked. It stirred. IT STIRRED! My friend was still alive. I opened the linen closet, but it was empty. My mom must not have finished the laundry. "Fuck!" I exclaimed. I hustled back to the bathroom my friend dancing merrily in front of me slapping me in the thighs. I reached for the door handle: Locked! "This can't be fuckin happening to me" I apparently turned the lock when I laid down on the floor and didn't unlock it. I was going to grab the blanket from the family room, but the large picture window that opens to the street was wide open, and there was a school bus letting kids off. I didn't want to go to jail as a perv nor did I want to stand in the hall butt ass naked, until my mom made her appearance. I bolted! I bolted down the hall, I bolted up the stairs, and I bolted across the landing and made a mad dash to my room. Beating my previous world record. Just in time to hear my mom open her door and yell. "What the heck is going on out there; Priest, are you all right?" "Yeah, I'm fine mom!" I said through hurried breath. Panting. WHEW! Was the only thing that came to mind. I grabbed the towel off the back of the bathroom door and quickly dried my frigid body. I lay on my bed for I don't know how long. Still naked except for a sheet thrown over my Invalid friend. My mind on the portfolio just below me. I flinched as I remembered the pain I experienced earlier in the day. I wanted to view the beauty of my mother's naked form, but the remembered agony convinced me to abstain. It was dark outside. Somehow my Alarm clock got unplugged. It had to be really late or really early. I reminded myself I wanted to look at the Calendar. I counted the days from when my sisters left. 1...2...3. It was late Friday or early Saturday. I looked outside at the glow on the horizon and decided it would be Saturday. I couldn't sleep. *** It was Saturday. I'm not sure what time it was. I just knew I was up later than usual. The house seemed quiet, which wasn't unusual as my sisters were in Europe and my Mother often went to bed early. I dragged on a pair of Basketball shorts and made my way downstairs towards the kitchen. I was starving. I hadn't eaten all day. I made a grill cheese sandwich and poured the last of the milk. I had no sooner taken a bite of my sandwich when... "Morn... in" My mom grumbled as she shuffled half asleep into the kitchen. "Morning" I replied. Not wanting to look up from my sandwich. "You're an early bird." she stated flatly "I couldn't sleep." I responded "Me neither." she stated. "Do you want me to make you something to eat besides that sandwich?" I looked up to respond "No Tha..." I nearly choked on my sandwich. My mother was bent over straight-legged rummaging in the bottom tray of the refrigerator. She had on my Mariners jersey and nothing else. Displayed in front of me were her taut tanned legs, her beautiful ass and the glorious fleshy lips of her womanhood. My friend jumped to attention and tented my basketball shorts. His head just about to peek out from the legs. When my mom stood up abruptly and started to say... "I'm sorry I didn't hear..." She turned. " Excuse me... I need to take a shower" she said and quickly left the room. I sat there my face burning, breathing fast through my nose. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" I thought. Did she just catch me looking at her!? "It wasn't my fault, it was right there. I couldn't help it." Then my friend jumped. My face burned hotter. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Did she just see my hardon?" I looked down at my friend whose head was now sticking out the bottom of my shorts with a sinister grin on his face. Oh fuck! She had to have seen my hardon as it was pressed up to the underside of the glass table top. My mind raced about what to do, what to say, what excuse could I possibly use to explain my hardon. Hardon!? I had a Hardon. I HAD A HARDON! I bolted, I bolted down the hall, I bolted up the stairs, I bolted across the landing and made a mad dash for my room. I'm sure it would have been a world record if I wasn't trying to run with a HARDON! MY FRIEND WAS ALIVE. MY FRIEND WAS ALIVE AND WELL. I had a promise to keep to him. I quickly pulled the portfolio out from under my bed and opened it wide. I yanked my shorts off, and I knelt in front of it, spreading the loose pictures around. I had no sooner grabbed my cock when... A light knocking on the door and the air shifted. The door was opening. I knelt there, my dick in my hand, a lump in my throat. My face burning. A sharp pain in my temples and naked pictures of my mother spread around me. I was frozen in terror. A cold sweat starting. It would have been hard enough to explain the hardon. But this? It seemed an eternity that I knelt there. Afraid, unmoving. And then my mother spoke in the sweetest sing song voice I've ever heard. "It would be a shame to waste that." "Wha...What?" I thought to myself. The words not registering. Unsure if what I heard was true. Emboldened by the thought that it could be true, I started to turn. I shuddered. My friend jumped. My jaw dropped. My mother stood naked in the doorway leaning on the doorjamb. Her arms lightly crossed under her incredible breast. One knee cocked slightly in front of the other. My eyes locked on the tiny gap between where her thighs touched and her womanhood beckoned. The light from the hall silhouetting her form, giving an almost ethereal aura to her. Making her look like an angel. No, a goddess! Her eyes wide, locked on my manhood she gave a visible gulp and cleared her throat. She spoke again. Breathlessly "It would be a shame to waste that on pictures"... "When I'm right here." I'm not stupid, there was no doubt in my mind now, and yet I couldn't do anything except stand there. Her eyes never straying from my manhood. Her sing song voice now low and husky she requested... "Come, give mommy a hug!" My friend straining at the roots, trying to get across the room. Telling me I was stupid if I didn't follow him. I did. I took the steps necessary to close the gap to my mother. My mother stood up from the doorjam, arms open. I bent forward and embraced her, Ever so careful, amongst considerable protest from my friend not to touch her with my throbbing member. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and breathed her in. "What's the matter baby" she breathed "You're so fucking beautiful" I muttered into her neck Her head snapped back quickly. Startled, I too pulled my head back. Our eyes locked and she said. "Would you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I started to shy away. I started to stammer an apology for cussing. "I... I'm..." Her hug tightened she held me fast. "No baby," she soothed" Would, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Okay maybe I am stupid, but I got it now. I leaned in again and our lips met. God! She tasted good. Our tongues shared in our embrace as they darted around each other. My head has spinning and my manhood was bobbing up and down, still trying to get closer. We kissed for what seemed only moments, then I felt a tug on my manhood. Without breaking the kiss, my mom put both hands on my erect member and pulled me closer. I delighted at the feel of unfamiliar hands on my erection, but that was nothing compared to the feel of my hard manhood as it squashed between our hot naked bodies. I pulled away from the kiss. I stood there looking down into my mother's beautiful green eyes, savoring the feel of my manhood trapped between our hot bodies. I encompassed her into my arms. I think she purred. I bent my head down and kissed her neck. I know she purred. My reserve spent. I let my hands wander her petite frame. Always aware of the throbbing hot member between us, I explored her body with my hands. She was trembling... so was I. It caused a myriad of pleasurable sensations along the tight throbbing head of my erection. I kissed from her neck up the side of her face. I felt her nipples grow taut against my belly. I let my hands explore her breast. I brushed the back of my fingers along her erect nipples. Her demeanor changed. She breathed in heavily and her eyelids began to flutter. The teats, as they had at the restaurant, retained their magical allure. I lifted a heavy breast to my lips. As my mouth encompassed the hard little button, I enjoyed the faint peppery essence of her skin as my tongue explored the tender nub. I half expected to have a sense of Deja vu as I once again suckled at my mother's teat, instead my mother jerked. I pulled my head back in surprise. She threw back her head with a smile on her face, and let out a long slow guttural sigh. Her head dropped low and she looked up from below her eyebrows. Our eyes met. She raised a sculpted eyebrow and looked at me with an almost sinister lust in her eyes, and a smile like I have never seen. She had the air of a woman possessed. I was both frightened and allured. Her tongue traced her bottom lip. She was panting, and again I heard her purr. Or was it a growl? She grabbed my face between her hands with an increased zeal, and pulled our faces together. She quickly placed kisses over my entire face before settling back to my waiting lips. I allowed my hand to trace the crease at her buttocks. She moaned into my mouth. I reached that beautiful gap at the base and allowed my finger to venture further. She gasped and threw a leg around my calves. I almost lost my footing, but her actions allowed me unprecedented access to the warm moist folds that until now, I had only dreamed about. She grabbed me tightly as I inserted my middle finger into her hot wet orifice. I marveled at the wetness and the heat it generated. I tried to imagine what it would feel like on my swollen member. My swollen member strained against its sheathing. The Portfolio Ch. 02 In my haste to get the last part of this story posted before I moved. I may have glossed over some editing...It was my fault not my editors. A special thank you for OMEGAZONE for his editing. If you enjoyed the last part of this story, I implore you to read this in its entirety. It may seem familiar at first, but you will be rewarded in future stories of the paragon clan. As always I appreciate your votes, feedback and comments. They and You motivate me to continue. *************** Part 2, Perspective. I've done this a million times, and yet, I can't even begin to know where to start... I often find it cathartic to write my thoughts down as if I'm speaking to someone else. I feel that if I purge myself onto paper I can get what is bothering me; out of me. I may need a lot of paper for this. My name is Veronika Paragon. I'm a relatively young, single Mother...Mother? I don't know if I deserve that title anymore. I tried to be the best mother I could be, and now I feel I've failed. Maybe to understand my actions, you should first understand me. I was a wild child, a veritable hellion. I was beautiful and I knew it. Hell; I had been told everyday since my earliest recollection. "Oh my, she's so pretty", "Oh she'll be a heartbreaker", "My, she's so beautiful" So what did I do? I rebelled of course. I used my beauty to my advantage. I could get anything I wanted and I wanted it all. I left home when I was young. I was going to conquer everything. The world slapped me in the face, and said there are a million beautiful people out there, what makes you special? Not one to give up, I turned to modeling. I paid to have a portfolio put together, only to learn what rejection was. "You're too pretty for what we're looking for" " I'm sorry your look is just too exotic for are purposes" "You're incredibly beautiful, but you're not tall enough"...etc...etc...etc... Here I was, still willing to take on the world, but now my one advantage was a hindrance. A modeling friend of mine, under a similar situation turned to nude modeling and suggested I do the same. I had to eat, but it was with great reluctance that I did my first nude layout. I was an overnight success! I had photographers throwing money at me. I had male and female, celebrities vying for my attention. I was finally conquering the world. I partied endlessly. It was the eighties and everyone was in a non-stop party. My agent suggested I needed to expand my portfolio. She suggested that I start doing hardcore porn. I said absolutely NO! She suggested I do soft-core porn. I said absolutely NO! She suggested I do a Photo layout with a nude male model with absolutely no penetration. I said I'll think about it. My agent arranged for me to meet the male model, and my GOD, was he beautiful! He was from Eastern Europe. His dream was to come to America and be a famous movie star, but he had a heavy accent and in the eighties, during the cold war, heavy eastern European accents weren't highly sought after in Hollywood's leading men. I said I would absolutely do the layout. We saw each other casually from then on. We partied, we screwed, we wouldn't see each other for months, and then we would screw and party some more. It was perfect for my lifestyle, and then I got pregnant with my first child, Caprice. I named her Caprice because I was whimsical and I wanted her to be as well. I didn't see her father at all during my pregnancy; he was busy building a career of his own. I stayed in shape during my pregnancy so I could continue modeling and waited patiently. The father got word from a friend of a friend weeks after our Daughter was born and surprisingly showed up immediately. We talked all night about how he wanted to be a father and he had enough money to open a gym, and we should quit this lifestyle and devote ourselves to our daughter. I said "Whoa! You're outta your fucking mind!" I hadn't yet conquered the world, I still had big plans. No daughter was going to change that. He made love to me that night with more passion than I had ever experienced. I never saw him after that, but I was pregnant again. I had twins. Another beautiful little daughter, Jadyn arrived first, and my baby boy Priest followed right behind. I named them shortly after the doctors told me I wouldn't be able to have children anymore. Jadyn because I felt jaded by the world and Priest because I originally wanted to name him Deacon, but didn't want him to aim so low in life, and Pope and cardinal just didn't sound right. Upon the news that I was sterile, something primal snapped in my mind. My surfeit was gone; my only concern was for the welfare of my children. I took most of the money I had made modeling and started buying properties. I built up a nice little empire, always keeping busy never staying idle. This seems like a good place to start my story: It was Thursday around 10am. I had been up since six, but found myself sitting in the family room staring at the ceiling. For some reason I was very contemplative that morning. I sat there, as I considered the fact that all my "Babies" were young adults now. My oldest; Caprice, who people often think is my sister, had already spent a year away at college. Priest, turned down two athletic scholarships and accepted a science scholarship out of state. I suspected it had more to do with the fact that his girlfriend already went to the same school, but I was proud never the less. My little girl Jadyn was undecided. She went to Europe with Caprice a few days earlier to "clear her head", so she could decide about what she wanted in life. She was stunningly beautiful, more so than I had ever been. I looked at her and I saw my mother. Jadyn had been an awkward teenager, Skinny with braces and glasses, but she soon bloomed into one of the most gorgeous young women I had ever seen. I was careful not to compliment her, or any of my children for that matter, on their looks. Remembering the path my ego had lead me I concentrated on there education, and though Jadyn didn't get a scholarship and hadn't decided yet if she wanted to go to college, she was very, very smart. I had no doubt she would make the right decision and be successful at whatever she did. All of my "babies" would soon be gone. God I felt old and tired as I thought back on the last eighteen years. There was no man in my life, there hadn't been since my children's father. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a "man-hater". I would often see men that caught my fancy, but the children and my good peaceful life would flash in my mind and I would get a feeling that a relationship just wasn't worth the effort. I could always go "Funshopping" with the girls and get an ego boost and then come home to my box of "Toys". My needs were met and my children never had to see the "Wild me". A sudden terrible dread took hold. "No more Funshopping?" I pouted to myself. With the girls gone it would just be shopping. Something riled me from my stupor, as I stood up, made a show of dusting off my lap and said. "I'll procrastinate: tomorrow." It was sort of my motto and it got me through the last 19 years. I grabbed my car keys and sunglasses as I made my way to the kitchen. My son was surprisingly already up and just sitting down with breakfast. As he hadn't yet seen me, I decided to have some fun with him. I got up close behind him and stated loudly. "MORNING LAZY BOY!" "HOLY CRAP MOM, YOU SCARED THE FUCK OUT OF ME!" I cringed at his expletives. Not that I was a stranger to them. I used to cuss like a sailor, but was always careful not to cuss around my children and told them I expected the same respect. "Nice mouth!" I shot back. "Didn't I raise you better than that?" "Sorry" he said meekly "but you did scare me." Well, Yeah! That was kinda the point. I thought to myself. I wasn't done having fun with him though. "Ha!! I exclaimed. A big strong boy like yourself scared by a little girl like me." He was huge, standing nearly as tall as the door jamb and almost as wide. I was marveling at how he could have ever come out of me, when he responded. "Well it was so quiet in here, how was I supposed to know there was a little old lady lurking around?" I cringed as I remembered how old I felt earlier, but I knew he was playing and I responded, pointing my finger at him. "Ahh!! Mr. Smart butt, I hope you don't mind cooking for yourself, because I'm feeling a little feeble in my old age. And for your information wise guy, I'm not that old. I'm just seasoned." I actually told him how old I was going to be, but for the purposes of this story. YOU don't need to know. The house was quiet though, as I felt the absence of my daughters. "You're right though hon." I said absently. "The house does seem empty without the girls home doesn't it? I miss them, I hope they're safe." "MOM!" My son exclaimed. "They just left two days ago, give me a break! Will ya." "Hey mister! I'm allowed to miss my own flesh and blood if I want to." I said defiantly. And that's when it happened. My son still playing around said. "Hey old lady, you're looking a little grubby today"..." You're not going out in public like that are you?" OUCH! I thought. As I looked down at my "painting outfit" which consisted of a pair of black high-tops with paint splattered on them, a baggy pair of black sweat pants and a Hand-me-up black and white soccer t-shirt I got from Priest, tied at the side. I started remembering my contemplative state from earlier, and suddenly felt very unattractive. "Do I look that bad? ...Should I change?" I said more to myself than to my son. Priest started stammering. The glee in his eye turned to shock, as he started to mutter. "Ummm no mom I was just kidding, you look fine." Hmmm! I thought to myself with a devilish glee. I could still have fun with this boy. "No; you're right, I should go change." I said as droopy and forlorn as I could muster. Priest quickly went into used car salesman mode as he explained to me, this really odd theory of seeing me in a burlap sack. I have to admit seeing him scramble for words to stop my, "oh so obvious pain" was cute as hell. "...really!? ...the prettiest?" I pouted. Hell, I needed an ego boost anyway. "Of course the prettiest" he confirmed, still expertly channeling the used car salesman; which frightened me. My prey, sufficiently toyed with, and my ego soothed. I was ready to strike. "Ohh you're too sweet." I said. "And you know what?"... "What's that mom?" "YOU'RE JUST SO CUTE WHEN YOU'RE GULLIBLE!" I said as I patted his head and squeezed his cheek. He looked a tad embarrassed, but I wasn't done with him yet. I conjured up a rather impressive "Scarlet O'Hara" as I made a pseudo-public speech. "Sweet tarnation boy! You know if it wasn't for your twin sister, I do declare, I'd swear you were switched at birth; but alas, ladies and gentlemen meet my poor gullible son. I do love him so." "HA HA HA!! You know Mom you're pretty funny...too bad looks aren't everything.... I'd keep your day job." I enjoyed that my humor went over so well, and that gave me the queue I needed to get my procrastinating butt out of the house. Still searching for my academy award, I told Priest. "And that my fine sir is what I intend to do." as I curtsied. "I'll be at the El Panoche street house all day prepping it for new tenants. If you need me, I'll have my cell. Okay?" "Umm...okay....umm...do you need.....help?" He managed to get out. I actually did, but the facts that he didn't sound all that enthused, and was on what may be his last summer vacation I decided to give him a reprieve. I was only painting one room anyway. I suggested that he call his girlfriend Anastasia and get out of the house. "ANASTASIA!?"... "We haven't spoken in months." Hmmm. maybe I was wrong about his choice in colleges. I thought to myself. I was saddened to hear about Anastasia, because I really liked her, but if that was the case and he didn't have anything better to do. I soothed his feelings and reminded him of a promise he made when he asked me for money. "Ohhh! That's too bad, I liked her. She was a nice girl. She was like someone I used to know." I couldn't for the life of me remember who. "Well in any event you can clean the garage like you promised me last week." "That's right! I did promise to clean the garage didn't I? Ummm okay I'll get started after Gilligan." Oh he was slick alright. I thought to myself, as I remembered my fears of him becoming a used car salesman. "Gilligan's a rerun buddy boy. Why don't you get started after you eat your breakfast!?" I said looking out the top of my sunglasses with a hint of menace in my voice. "Why... don't... I... get... star...ted... after... I... eat... my... break... fast." He repeated between chews. Making sure I saw the nasty-gross chewing of his cereal. "Charming baby doll... Charming...I raised you Soooo well...and with that I bid thee farewell to my adoring yet ill-mannered fan...adieu." "HEY!! Adieu to you to!" He yelled after me. I went to "BIG BOX" hardware and lumber to pick up some paint and extra supplies I would need for my chores. As I was leaving the young, bored looking cashier asked me in a dead-pan monotone if I needed help to my car. I looked at the five gallon bucket of paint and said. "You know what, that would be great." The young clerk got on the intercom and paged for "Mauricio, to checkout five" Hmmmm. Mauricio? I thought to myself. Suave sounding name. This could be interesting. "Sounds like one of the stud names from a bad romance novel" I joked with the clerk. "He wishes," came the monotone reply from the cashier "I don't even think it's his real name" "Here he comes now" I turned to see "Mauricio" as he walked towards the check stand. He was combing his bright red curly hair and I was reminded of a picture I had seen on one of my son's MAD magazines. He could not have been more than my son's age and was about as tall, but skinny as a rail and was currently having skin problems. I will admit that he had some striking coal black eyes, but unfortunately on this young man they just made me think of a rat. He looked at me, raised an untrimmed eyebrow and he actually started to Swagger. I tried my best not to laugh; I think it came out as a smile. Which may have encouraged "Mauricio," who looked more like a "Ralph" or "Herbert," to say the next. "Hey babe, you need a hand with that?" I imagined Mauricio in a few years with an Open polyester shirt and a big gold medallion; hanging around a nightclub till 2:15am. I think I smiled again as I politely said... "Yes, sir" "That would be wonderful". Mauricio followed me to my car, constantly staying behind me. I thought he might be asthmatic, because he was breathing hard while pulling the lumber cart. I turned to ask him if he needed a hand with the cart and the little Grease-balls eyes were locked on my ass. I turned back around and smiled as I muttered to myself "Boys will be Boys." "Mauricio" finished putting my supplies in the back of my S.U.V. and I closed the door. I absently checked to see if there was a scratch in the red paint as I shut the rear window. Mauricio was standing near the corner of the car looking at me. I gave him five bucks and he still stood there looking at me. "Was there something else?" I asked getting a little freaked out. "Ah no ma'am, ah... I mean babe; I just wanted to say you're like: ah... one of the hottest chicks I've ever seen." So the little grease-ball; had balls. He was actually making a painfully bad attempt to pick me up. I'll admit I was flattered enough that I didn't want to be mean. So I asked, as seductively as I could muster in my "Grubbies" and no make-up. "So, Mauricio, mmmm... I do love your name; you like older women, do you?" I don't think he was prepared for me to turn the tables. He looked flummoxed as he managed to say. "I...uh... think, um, I think Milf's are hot." I had no idea what a Milf was, but I got the idea it was something he liked. "So stud, what is it about me you like?" as I made a show of presenting myself. He looked me up and down, stopping at my breast for a little longer than was comfortable and stammered. "You...ah, have like; the most incredible..." he started "...green eyes" he quickly finished. Good save you little creep. I thought to myself. I then asked if Mauricio had a pen. He quickly rummaged through his green apron and pulled out a pen, grabbed a piece of lint off it and thrust it at me. Well stud, if you think you can handle me; well then use this. I jotted down on his palm (call me....Jenny.... 867-5309) It hadn't worked since the eighties, but I thought it would be an easy letdown. I thought he would lose his load right then and there, as he quickly ran off with the number and an excited look on his face. Leaving me there asking. "Do you want your pen back?" No use he was gone. I started heading to the Panoche St. house. The previous tenants, a young couple, kept the place in good repair; however they were expecting a baby and had asked if they could paint a room. I said of course. They moved out before the child was born, but apparently did not want to waste the paint they bought, or take it with them. It was obvious they did not know the sex of the baby, as it appeared they took pink and blue paint mixed it together in a God awful purple and painted the room. I didn't mind though, I could easily afford to have someone paint the place for me, but painting gave me a sort of Zen like peacefulness... So...I'm rocking out to "SEX I'M A......" by Berlin as I spread the last roller of white paint over the god awful purple mess. I step back to admire my work, pull my headphones off and the hair on the back of my neck stands up on end. You know the eerie little girl laughter you hear in bad horror movies? Well that's what I thought I heard. I looked around. Concern that I couldn't rent a haunted house flashed through my mind. Then I heard it again. Oh thank god! I thought to myself. The giggling was coming in from the window I had opened. Having finished my painting, I gathered my tools together and went to close the window. "OH MY!" Was the only thing I could think to say, as I looked out over the neighbor's yard from the window. They; were clear on the other side of the yard and in the shade of a tree, so I couldn't make any details out, but the act, was unmistakable as the two lovers were busy pleasuring each other. I dropped to my knees and peered over the window sill. A young looking blond girl, I could only see her back and the fact that her red dress was bunched up around her waist. Sat in a swing with her head back and her legs wide. In between her legs was a well muscled man with slightly salt and pepper hair on his chest. The man's head was obstructed from my view by a low branch. As I secretly watched the couple I started breathing hard. My nipples were poking into my shirt, snagging on the fabric. I brushed at them while I watched the couple and gasped as it sent a shockwave to my womanhood. "Oh my god." I thought to myself, as I felt myself getting wet. I watched as the man held the girl by her knees and pulled her to him as she dangled from the swing. I imagined a hard cock sliding in and out. I watched as the girl swung up and encompassed one of the man's nipples into her mouth. I watched as the girl threw her head back joyously and the man took one of her nipples into his mouth. She giggled again. I reached up and gently tugged on my nipples in concert with his actions. God I was getting hot. Hotter even; knowing I was getting away with watching the couple undetected. I reached down and tested the wetness of my steaming womanhood, and gasped as I made contact. It sent a wave to my brain; my brain in turn sent a command to my hand to continue by all means! I sat there tugging on a hardened teat as I reached under the waistband of my sweatpants. I was so incredibly wet. The Portfolio Ch. 02 I watched as the girl squirmed in her seat and said something to the man. The man set her legs down and the girl stood up. My god what a lucky girl I thought as I got my first view of the man's erect penis. I was too far to get an accurate measurement, but there was no denying it was huge, as it stood proudly in front of the man. The slick juices that coated the man's erection reflected in the sunlight. The girl put her back to the man and bent forward straight legged. She placed her elbows on the swing and presented her ass to the man. The man reared up behind her and I watched as her head sank down into her fists, and again I imagined that huge cock sliding in and out of that lucky, lucky girl. I tugged at the knot in my shirt and reached up to get better access to my nipples. My hips were gyrating on my hand and I gently tweaked alternating nipples. I could smell the scent of my wetness and feel my impending orgasm. I looked out at the couple again, and the girl was looking up at the window. I froze. While I couldn't make out the details of her face because her blond hair was spread before it, I could tell she was smiling. I think she enjoyed having someone watch her. I was embarrassed at being caught, coupled with the fact that she was now saying something to the man and pointing up at the window. I freaked, I quickly got up. My shirt peeling up from the fresh paint I was leaning on. I didn't bother with my tools as I quickly made my way to my car. I got in and quickly sped away. I turned the Air conditioner on full and aimed the vent at my crotch, trying to dry the wet spot that formed there. I started giggling at the thought of being caught, but god I was Randy as hell. The act of seeing the couple would fuel my fantasies tonight as I played in my toy-box, but I wanted some personal attention. Mauricio's pitiful attempt at seducing me wasn't enough to boost my Ego. Normally if I wanted an Ego boost I would go "Funshopping" with my girls and we would mercilessly tease men and boys, until my Ego was sated and I had a face to attach to my fantasy. My girls were in Europe and I knew there was no way in hell to talk Priest into going "Funshopping". I needed to get out of the house tonight. I pulled into the driveway and noticed the garage door was open. I didn't spot Priest, but the garage looked amazing. Priest had sectioned the garage into quarters. Boxes stacked neatly in one corner, Furniture in another and he made a makeshift rack out of some spare two by fours that now hung all the garment bags. You could actually walk down the middle of the garage and see the back wall. I was impressed. This deserved a reward. I considered my need to get out of the house and then considered how to reward my son for the awesome job he did. A plan started to form... I had overheard one of my contractors talk to one of his guys about a really "Hot" new Sushi bar on the edge of town. I picked up that it was a bar, restaurant and dance club rolled into one. I briefly wondered if Priest would have trouble getting in, but figured since he could pass for about 25 it wouldn't be a problem. If it was, well we would just go to our usual sushi place. The plan was set. I new Priest would jump at the chance to get sushi, and I might get a chance to dress up and get some male attention. I went to get the mail first, and then headed to the front door. I stepped inside calling Priest as I headed upstairs. He responded from his room. God I hate talking through doors. I thought to myself as I was about to open his door. I thought better about invading his privacy and I told him I was going to treat him to dinner for the excellent job he did on the garage. He seemed up for the idea as he immediately said he was coming. I still needed to get cleaned up so I told him not to rush. "No rush, Hon I still need to shower" "Shower!" he acknowledged I headed to my room, still talking to him. "You know baby doll, I didn't spend all this money on Gym equipment so you could work out in your room" "Make sure you get cleaned up." "And dress nice!" I yanked off my "grubbies" and went to my closet. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought. "HMMM...not bad for an old fart." My vanity kept me fit. Just because I chose not to date anyone didn't mean I was ever going to quit taking care of myself. I actually thought I looked better now than I ever had. "So... What should I tease the boys with tonight?" I muttered aloud. "Too casual ...Too formal ...Way too racy, Hell, I was going to be with my son." I thought to myself. I need something that's sexy, yet conservative. "Ahh! My grease slut outfit" I said as if I discovered gold in my closet. I called it my "grease slut" outfit because it was vaguely reminiscent of the outfit Olivia Newton-John wore at the end of Grease. Of course updated for the times and geared for what I considered a better body. (Is that bad?) It consisted of a cute little black cotton halter blouse that cinched in the front and let my belly show. Then an awesome black leather "Gaucho" style jacket that I got for a steal, I think the clerk liked me. White tapered denims that zipped at the legs and an adorable pair of platform sandals with thick black leather straps. The denims had a low waist and I considered wearing a g-string just above the waistline as I have seen my daughter Caprice do on occasion, but remembered I was older and I might just look silly. I laid out my outfit on the bed and looked it over. "Yup, that's the ticket." I said aloud as I headed to my bathroom. As I showered I considered finishing what I started at the rental house, but considering I was caught as a perv once today and it took forever to pick out an outfit. Haste was probably in my best interest. It's a good thing I was hasty. When I walked by Priest's room he was already gone. I found him downstairs in the Foyer tying his shoes. God he was getting big. I thought to myself as I noticed how tight his shirt was getting in the shoulders. Of course, I tell him to dress up and he puts on a baseball jersey. "Boys will be boys" I thought to myself as I smiled. I decided to have some fun with him, so I re-enacted the last scene from grease. I made a show of pulling an illusory cigarette out of my mouth and snuffing it out with my sandals as I huskily asked. "Ready, stud?" Now; "Grease" being one of my favorite movies, Priest has been forced to watch it several times, but my humor was all but lost as he looked up at me with an odd look on his face and sprung up and said. "Not just yet, let me grab a bottle of water" "Grab me one too" I said after him. "So I was thinking Sushi would be a good reward for my hero of the day." "My treat" ... ..."boy; you should have seen the hideous purple, I painted over today."... " Priest?"... "PRIEST!?" "God what was taking that boy so freaking long?" I thought to myself. I was just about to check on him when he pops around the corner, heads straight to the door and does an awful "Sean Connery" as he asks me. "Madam, if you please" I stood there waiting for a response to any of my questions. I thought if this is going to take awhile at least give me my water. So I pointed to the bottle he was carrying and asked if it was mine. If not I was gonna grab my own. He made a grandiose gesture of giving me the water, telling me he had taken a sip. It was fairly obvious that he hadn't heard me ask for a water or had forgotten to get me one, so I took great relish in drinking his water in front of him. I took a swig of water and eyed my son. 'What the hell was the matter with him?' I thought to myself. He was acting really weird. "Well?" I asked. He stammered a what? Or a Hunh? I don't remember, but I found I was repeating myself again. I gotta tell you; at this point I was ready to call the night off. If it wasn't for my need to get out of the house, I might have. "I was thinking we could get Sushi." I said....Again. The excitement in his eye made all the drama worth it as he responded with an affirmative. I didn't even mind him asking me if I was going to pay, even tough I invited him and had already said it would be my treat. I just rolled my eyes and said. "You get funnier everyday funny man. Yeah I'm paying" I quickly made my way towards the car. I was anxious to get this evening started. I had an odd sense of déjà vu as my son walked behind me. I got to my S.U.V. and stood there waiting for my son. "Let's go slowpoke!" I yelled back to him as he meandered his way down the brick walk. Oh my god! He was taking for freaking ever. Was I just really anxious to get out of the house, or did my son eat paint chips today and get really, really slow. "Come on Molasses, I'll be shriveled up before you even get to the driveway!" Finally, a shred of cognizant thought as he responded. "I'm coming, I'm coming...Don't get your pan ...cakes flipped" I made a mental note to brush up on the current lingo. In my day we would have just told someone not to "Get your panties in a wad". I'm not sure "pancakes flipped" even made any sense. We were finally on our way. I silently apologized to Priest as I looked at the clock and discovered it wasn't that late. Knowing I had a full evening ahead of me, I mentally practiced my non-verbal flirting techniques. God! I thought to myself. I was horny as hell. The sight of that glorious cock earlier had me chomping at the bit. I knew one of my toys was going to get worn out tonight. My cock craving would be sated just as soon as I got a face to insert into my fantasy. We drove by our usual sushi restaurant as I headed towards our destination. I was snapped from my mental meanderings as Priest excitedly asked. "Did we decide not to get sushi?" I confirmed we were going for sushi and that I thought we would try a new place I had heard of. Priest did not seem altogether excited by the thought of trying something new, but I was sure he would get over it after his belly was full. Again, I was mentally distracted as Priest mumbled something in Japanese and mentioned Michael. I looked in the rear-view mirror at the sign for "Michael's sushi" as it faded into the distance. My thoughts went to the stunning and incredibly flirtatious owner of the restaurant. I had a twinge of guilt that we were going to another sushi place. I almost felt as if I was cheating. My mind gravitated to sex again as I once more glanced into the mirror and thought to myself. "Michael you beautiful little girl, If I still swung that way...Well tonight;...Girl you'd be in trouble mmm...mmm...mmm." My son snickered and said something about, he was pretty sure the song went. "Girl you know it's true ooh, ooh, ooh." I didn't know if I was more embarrassed that I spoke my thoughts aloud or that I knew he was talking about a Milli Vanilli song, so I just nodded and agreed. We got to the restaurant. I instantly liked the place. It had a really cool eighties style going on. I felt young and ready for some "clubbing." I made the mistake of relaying my enthusiasm about the place to Priest with some term my daughters used, and of course the little shit made fun of me as he said. "Yeah, mom the place is really ...Rad!" I made a mental note not to try out new slang around my comedian son as I jokingly queried if he was making fun of my age. He replied in the affirmative, so I teased that he wasn't too big that I couldn't still take him over my knee for a good spanking. There was that dumb look on his face again. I wished my daughters were there because they got; my humor. A smart looking hostess came and welcomed us to "SUSHI". And I thought to myself "Hunh, simple yet clever to name a nightclub just "SUSHI." (I need to apologize, as my grasp of Asian languages is Nil and I can't really ask Priest to translate for me while I write this. The hostess told us our servers name and I can't for the life of me remember how she pronounced it, so for the purpose of this story I will refer to the waitress as "Connie") "Is there just the two of you then?" the hostess queried as she clapped her hands "Connie, will be your server" My next thought was. "Oh my!" as Connie stepped out from behind the Silk Screen. She was an adorable little Asian cutie, but her outfit was to die for. It was a blue silk and flower print Mini-dress that was opened at the sides and fastened with a thin silk cord. It had a stiff straight silk collar and a thin neckline that traveled down to her navel. I wasn't sure if I liked the white silk stockings that came up to mid-thigh, but the blue silk slippers were adorable. I started to make a mental note that the next time I went "Funshopping" with the girls I would look for an outfit like this, but then remembered the state the garage had been in and how packed my closet was and decided I really didn't need an outfit that I couldn't really wear around town. As we followed Connie to our table and I watched the way the silk traveled across the little cuties lithe body, I decided I would get the outfit after all. We were seated. I looked at the menu for their variety sushi platters and was flabbergasted as I looked at the prices $300 dollars for a platter that said it served up to four. I couldn't pronounce half of the names but it had an outline of a woman that showed a wide assortment of different types of sushi in it. I assumed this was to show that it would fill you up. "Yeah for $300 it better fill you up!" I thought to myself. I continued scanning the page. Ahh! This was more like it. $65 for a platter that said it served two and had an outline of a boat that showed a lot of the same sushi as the other one. I pointed it out to Connie as I tried to order it. "Yes, can we get this one? The foon no ahi?" Connie bowed, took our drink orders and left. I looked around the restaurant; except for the waitresses I was the only woman. There were some well dressed guys at the bar, but they were busy talking to each other. There was a group of Japanese business men sitting in a corner booth with a bodyguard that made me a little nervous, as it looked like a scene from the "Godfather". I disregarded this as imagination and besides they also; were busy in conversation. Everyone was busy chit-chatting I wasn't getting any attention. I'll say one thing about the place, the service was fast. Connie and her cute little outfit, wheeled out a tray that held a large wooden boat shaped platter. The next; was adorable as she said. "One love boat, for the very pretty couple" I looked at Priest who was beet red, I don't blame him at his age the thought of your old mom as your date was probably embarrassing. I smiled because he was kind of cute all red. He smiled back, I assumed being polite, and then got that dumb look on his face again. "God, it has to be paint chips" I thought to myself. My night wasn't turning out as planned. I didn't get so much as a glance from any of the male patrons and my son was embarrassed to be called my date. I started to feel unattractive again; but not one to give up easily, I opted to pull out all the stops. I took my jacket off and set it on the back of my chair. My blouse; since it cinched in the front, gave a full view of the shape of my ample bosom. I casually glanced around the room again; no change. The well dressed men were chit-chatting with some waitresses, the Japanese men were still whispering to each other and the myriad of other men were just not showing any interest. Well that is; except for Priest. As my eyes returned to our table I happened to glance at Priest, Who had his eyes locked on my bosom. My intention was to get attention, however it wasn't intended for my son. I inwardly snickered as I thought to myself. "Humph...Boys will be boys." I didn't want to embarrass him for falling into my trap, so I casually picked up a piece of sushi and sharply said his name. "Priest!" He stirred. I made a show of dipping my sushi and nonchalantly stated that he should try the salmon. Disappointed with the food and the lack of attention I got. I told Priest, as we were leaving that we should probably stick with "Michaels". He didn't hesitate to agree. I think he's got a thing for Michael. I didn't blame him; she was beautiful and as horny as I was right then I would gladly do her. We got home and Priest disappeared into the family room. I needed to do something to stay busy. I went up to my room changed into my PJ's and grabbed my laundry basket. I had about a half a load of "lights", but not enough for a full load. I made my way back down towards the family room and found Priest watching TV. "Do you want me to wash your shirt for you?" I asked. Without saying a word, Priest peeled his shirt off and threw it into my basket. My initial thought was "That was rude!" Which was quickly replaced with "My god he's got a great body" as I observed his well tanned chiseled torso, His powerful looking arms and his broad shoulders. This thought was then brought to a screeching halt with. "Whoa, you lecherous slut! He's your friggin son!" I turned and left. I still did not have enough for a full load, so once again I made my way upstairs. "At least I was getting a workout" I thought. I made my way to Priest's room, went in and headed for the closet. Now, I'm not a prude by any stretch of the imagination. I am a mother of three healthy teenagers, all of which went through Puberty. I wasn't unaccustomed to finding small "surprises" when I cleaned. Whether it be stained sheets, strange odors, etc etc etc... You get the idea. I wasn't prepared, however as I opened Priest's clothes hamper and the overwhelming unmistakable odor of male semen attacked my nostrils. "Holy crap! Someone's been busy." I said aloud. I started grabbing clothes from the hamper until my hands felt a damp cloth. It could not have been too long ago that he used the cloth. I started remembering when I got home. "Yep! You probably want to keep this kind of workout in your room." I giggled to myself. I pulled the guilty article of clothing out of the hamper. It was a dark blue shirt; I held it out in front of me as I let it fall open. "Impressive." I muttered as I observed the shirt, that only had a few dry spots on it. "Something got him worked up" I considered as I put the shirt in my basket and grabbed the rest of the clothes. My basket now full, I would need to go back to my room and separate the darks from the lights. As I turned to leave, I spotted something from the corner of my eye. I froze. A feeling of stark terror and dread coursing through my body. The hairs on my neck at full attention. My bowels feeling as though they would release, but the exit clamped painfully shut. "Oh please god no!!" I cried to myself. My eyes were locked on a familiar object that had been pushed under my son's bed. "My portfolio?" "I thought I threw it out." "I meant to throw it out!" "Oh my god! I didn't know if real estate would work out, I kept it just in case" "Maybe it isn't it." I thought hopefully. I crept towards it. It was unzipped. I pulled it out about half way and pulled it open. "Oh my god!" as familiar images stared back at me. I quickly closed it and kicked it back under the bed. I may have hit an electrical cord, but my mind was elsewhere. "What's it doing here?" "How did my son find this?" "The garage." "The fucking garage." My mind was going a hundred miles a second. "How do I explain this?" "What do I say?" I can't define what I was feeling. Shock, anger, sadness, horror, fear...Maybe everything at once, But it was nothing compared to what I felt as the familiar scent of my sons shirt hit me like a bullet. "OH NO FUCKING WAY...THIS ISN'T FUCKING HAPPENING!!" The Portfolio Ch. 02 I quickly surveyed the room. Everything looked normal. Not at all like I discovered anything. I grabbed my basket and quickly made my way to my room. I needed to think this out. I set the basket down next to me as I sat on the end of my bed. My feet were spastically tapping the floor and my hands gripped each other till the knuckles were white. "Could my son actually have jacked-off to pictures of me.....No!?....It's just a coincidence." "Does Priest find me sexually attractive?" "No that's sick...not my baby boy." "That would explain the weirdness today." "No it's paint chips, it's gotta be!" The scent of the shirt was overwhelming. I quickly discarded the "lights" and grabbed all the "darks" I could find and made my way downstairs, still trying to figure this whole thing out. I threw the clothes into the washer, chucked half a cup of soap in it and started it. I crossed my arms and sat against the washer desperately trying to figure out what was going on. The small vibrations from the washer didn't help my situation any, as it sent little shockwaves to my womanhood. This is the logic that comes from a woman that hasn't been laid in almost two decades. All the evidence was there, but for some reason, some asinine reason. I needed to prove to myself that Priest found me sexually attractive. I stood up. I tied the knot at the side of my shirt all the way up under my bosom so my midriff was bare. I pulled my skin-tight yellow knickers up as high and tight as they would go and then rolled the waistband down to way below my hips. It was uncomfortable as hell but the desired affect of the "Camel toe" was there. I tweaked and pulled at my nipples to get them erect. That was a mistake I thought as I felt the moisture build in my pussy. My plan was to walk into the family room "Catch" Priest staring at my body, and confront him about it. I made my way down the hall. I hesitated briefly and turned the corner. Priest was asleep. I looked at him as he slept in the lounge chair. He was my baby boy. He looked so peaceful and innocent. His abs were rock hard. I remembered him growing up and falling asleep in this very chair when he was little. God his arms looked powerful. I remembered bathing him as a child, I remembered bathing him as a child and thinking he was going to make some girl very happy one day. Oh my god what was wrong with me I thought to myself as I discovered myself staring at his crotch. I quickly grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and threw it over him. I tried to kiss him very motherly on the forehead; I think I may have lingered longer than was appropriate as I tasted his skin. He smelt and tasted so good. I made haste to my room and quickly rummaged through my toy box. I pulled out a nice size flesh colored dildo. Jerked down my knickers and sprawled on my bed. I was just about to shove my joy toy into my sopping channel. When I realized what I was doing. I looked at the dildo and thoughts of my beautiful baby boy came reeling through my head. I threw the dildo into the closet in disgust and sat there with my legs spread open and panting like a dog. "What the hell is the matter with you?" I thought as I reminded myself again, that this was my son. I jumped up and headed for the bathroom. I jumped into the cold water of the shower and it didn't help. My god! I was in heat, but every time I thought of sex, an image of my son came into mind. I barely slept that night, constantly thinking of my son, the portfolio, how friggin horny I was. Daylight started coming into the room. I said to myself. "If I can't sleep and I can't frig myself without images of my son coming into my mind, I might as well work out and burn some of this extra energy." I started to throw on a pair of sweat pants, and that "old maid" logic came back into play. I still wanted proof that Priest found me sexually attractive. Logically... so I could confront him about it. Subliminally? Well I don't know. I grabbed a gold pair of Half-split racing shorts and again pulled them tight so my womanhood protruded. I looked for a top, something hot that Priest hadn't seen me in. There was nothing I could find that wasn't a regular conservative workout top that he hadn't seen me in a million times. I looked through my underwear drawer and found a white tank-top. It was definitely hot, but it did not show my belly and I was going to wear a half-hoody. I took the tank-top off and cut it. I cut it too high I discovered as I put it back on and the bottom of my boobs hung below the fabric. I had to admit it looked really hot, and my nipples were covered so I went with it. I threw my yellow half-hoody on over my top and then threw on a pair of matching running shoes. I slowly peeked around the corner of the family room. Priest was still asleep on the la-z-boy. I hesitated as I mustered some courage, and then slapped the wall. I sunk back into the hall. There was no sound, no stirring; nothing. I peeked around the corner again to see him still asleep. I slapped the wall harder, hurting my palm, but he stirred. I sunk back into the hallway and waited. I could hear movement. I waited. The television turned on. I waited. I don't know how long I waited there, mustering my courage, but I heard the footrest go down and knew he must be getting up. I quickly yelled from the hall. "Will it bother you if I workout?" and then walked into the room. I smiled at him as I entered. He nonchalantly smiled back and put the footrest back up. I made my way to the Stairmaster, and marveled at the way the morning light sent shadows over Priest naked upper torso. I knew he was religious about his body but it had been a long time since I had seen him with his shirt off in this kind of lighting. God, he had a great body. I had seen it the night before but hurriedly left the room before I could truly appreciate it. I stood at the Stairmaster working up the nerve to start. I took a deep breath and took my hoody off. I sensed him look at me, but then his attention went back to Gilligan. What was it about that stupid ass show he liked so much? I stepped up on the Stairmaster and began. I quickly realized that cutting my tank-top was a two-fold mistake. While I accepted that it was too short, I did not expect the short fabric to rub across my nipples with each movement of my breast. My nipples grew hard almost instantly and the rubbing of the fabric over my hardened nipples sent surge after surge of pleasurable sensations directly to my clit. Coupled with the movement of my legs as I climbed and the view of this young mans amazing body, I had to bite my lower lip as I continued. I looked at my son, who in turn looked my direction. I smiled, wondering if he realized the sight of his beautiful body and stunningly handsome face was close to getting me off. I looked down towards the monitor and increased my pace. The moisture was building in my womanhood and it felt as If I was on the verge of the dam breaking. My barely clothed body didn't seem to affect my son at all; I secretly thanked him for this as it afforded me the opportunity to drink in the sight of this beautiful young man. I looked at his perfect symmetry and proportion as I grazed my eyes over every inch of what was available to sight. I found myself wishing he would get hot and lose the blanket. The fact that he was my son no longer registered in my brain as I lusted for this young man who was unaware that he was going to make me come. My pace quickened again in pursuit of my orgasm. My legs were close to giving out; the only strength they received was the motivation of my impending explosion. I continued to climb. I continued to climb. My orgasm within reach. I was going crazy with lust. A moan escaped my lips. I wanted to grab my pussy and grab my tits and finish this pursuit, but I refrained. The realization that my beautiful baby boy was mere feet away as my pleasure mounted kept me from getting vulgar. I wish it hadn't. I don't know how long I climbed but I lost two pounds that day. My legs could take no more. The cramping in my legs sending my impending orgasm scurrying away. I was exhausted, I was ashamed and I was bordering on sexual delirium and frustration. I put the towel in front of my face in shame as I tried to quickly exit the room on rubbery legs. "I was the lecherous one." I thought to myself as I slowly, painfully climbed the stairs toward my room. My son had paid zero heed to my outfit and showed no interest sexually or normally that I was even in the room. Now I was stuck with an image of him bouncing around in my head. I didn't care anymore! I made it to my room and quickly made a beeline to my closet where I grabbed my flesh colored boyfriend and quickly jumped on my bed and finished what I started. The sheer guilt of my actions as I thought of my son while I pleasured myself may have kept me from the monumental explosion I was promised on the Stairmaster, but I was thankful for the small relief I got as my toy came through for me and I had a nice mellow orgasm. I could actually think straight, and then the guilt rolled in. My actions were inexcusable. "My god He's your son!" screamed at me from every direction. The phone rang and continued to ring, and all I could do was helplessly tell it to stop, it finally did. I laid there on my bed staring at the ceiling as I thought about my actions. My running shorts around my ankles and a flesh colored dildo in my hand,lying near my head. I don't know how long I laid there but I was startled from my morose thoughts by a thundering loud noise. I quickly sprang up from my bed to see what the commotion was. "Priest! What the heck is going on out there?" I yelled "Are you okay?" He called from his room. "Yeah, I'm fine mom" I quickly realized I was standing there in the doorway with no pants on and my tank top pushed up over my boobs still holding my dildo. "What the fuck is the matter with you? You lurid cunt!" screamed in my mind as I slammed the door shut and went to take a cold shower. I showered quickly; I didn't bother drying myself as I made my way back to my bed and sat on the end of it. All I could manage to do was chastise myself for the lustful and lurid thoughts that were prevalent in my mind. I literally began to wonder if I had found the portfolio in my son's room, or if it was some elaborate Hallucination brought on by sexual hysteria. I was going out of my friggin mind! I lay there, naked on my bed for I don't know how long. It was dark out. I looked at the clock; "My god! It was 3:14 in the morning." I had lain on my bed brooding all day. My legs were sore from the "workout" they got and I was starving. I reached into the pile of "lights" that I had separated the previous day and fished out something to wear. I pulled my sons baseball jersey out and pulled it on. I meandered downstairs half-asleep. The light to the kitchen was on. I dragged myself into the kitchen and muttered a good morning to my son who sat at the table eating a grilled cheese sandwich. It looked good but I was craving an omelette. I fished around in the meat drawer seeing if there was any ham, as I asked my son if he wanted something other than the grilled-cheese. I felt a breeze on my nether region and quickly realized I hadn't put any panties on and I was exposed. I shot up to cover myself as I started to ask again if Priest wanted an omelette. As I turned to look at him, my eyes locked on the enormous tent in his shorts. The blood started draining from my head, my juices were flowing. I needed to get out of there. I quickly excused myself leaving the enormous bulge, I mean my son sitting in the kitchen. I made my way upstairs as quickly as I could on sore legs. I bolted across the landing and made a mad dash for my room. I made a bee-line to my toy box and grabbed "Big red". I was going to punish "Big red" for my indiscretions. I was going to punish "Big-red" for my lusting at my son's hardon. "HARDON?" my son had a hardon. My son had a hardon looking at me. I started breathing hard. My face felt flush and tingly. I heard that thunderous sound again and new it was my son going to his room. I looked at "Big-red" and apologized as I put him back in his box. "I'm sorry red; you just won't do this time" "This was asinine." I thought to myself "I wanted my son's cock, and it was obvious that he wanted me." I stripped off the baseball jersey and made my way towards my son's door. I stood outside briefly, my face on fire, my hand trembling as I knocked lightly and opened the door. My son knelt there. His huge naked muscled back to me. His wonderful ass hovering over his heels. My naked pictures surrounding him. He wasn't moving, but I could tell he had his cock in his hand. Seeing my naked pictures around Priest and knowing he was ready to pleasure himself, gave me the proof and courage I needed to say. "It would be a shame to waste that." Priest slowly started to turn. My eyes locked on his manhood and I let out a gasp. It was larger than I had imagined. The only way I can possibly think to describe it, still to this day, other than glorious. Is to have you imagine someone stacking two soda cans upon each other then putting a LARGE peach on top and wrapping it in flesh. That would almost be as big. My knees were trembling and I had to use one to support the other for fear of falling. By itself his cock was glorious, attached to this beautiful young man; it was awe inspiring as it stood out proudly from his body. I had to have that in me. A deep craving overwhelmed me as I breathlessly re-stated. "It would be a shame to waste that on pictures"... "When I'm right here." Priest stood there. His throbbing manhood pointing at me. My head was spinning and the only thing I could think to say was. "Come, give mommy a hug!" "Mommy?" I thought to myself. Was I really that much of a perv. Yes! I thought to myself as the words put a crack in the dam and my juices flowed freely. God I was turned on. Priest walked toward me. His beautiful cock bobbing enticingly. I opened my arms to accept him and he shyly leaned into me and buried his head into my neck. This wasn't going to do. I had to feel that cock that was just out of reach. "What's the matter baby" I asked "You're so fucking beautiful" he mumbled into my neck. Those four beautiful little words did more to sate my EGO than all the years of funshopping had, ever. My son thought I was beautiful. I pulled my head back to look at my beautiful baby boy. Our eyes locked and I said. "Would you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Priest started to pull away and apologize. I hugged Priest tightly as I soothed his worries. "No baby." I soothed "Would, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" He leaned in and our mouths met. I slightly hesitated at the thought that this was my son's mouth on mine, but my tongue snaked out in search of his. He tasted so fucking good. It was mere moments before I was exploring the rest of his mouth. I wasn't satisfied with just his mouth as my hands reached out desperately trying to grasp his cock. There it was. I thought to myself as both hands wrapped around it. I pulled my son to me by his erect member and delighted in the feel as it squashed between our naked bodies. The heat from it felt like it would burn my skin. He looked at me with his piercing blue eyes as his powerful arms wrapped around me. A sudden pang of guilt enveloped me at the sheer protectiveness I felt in those arms. This was my baby and I was supposed to protect him. I thought as I melted into his body. He kissed my neck and my head swam. Priest's big hands massaged my body as he explored me. His cock, nestled between my breasts and our bodies, throbbing for attention, but I didn't want him to stop exploring my body. He kissed up the side of my neck and nibbled on my earlobes and I sighed. He brushed his knuckles on my hardened teats and I stiffened. My head was spinning as the attention to my nipples sent waves of pleasure through my body. He lifted a breast to his mouth and encompassed the sensitive little nub of my teat. The feel of my son once again suckling at my breast caused my head to involuntarily snap back. The pleasure was intense as I smiled and a long slow sigh escaped from deep within my body. I felt as though I had just exorcised a demon. As a flood of emotion and memories surged into me. I felt the almost forgotten primal "snap" in the back of my mind as the old me, the "wild me" took control. The wild me was in full control now and I was helpless to stop her. She had 18 years to make up for and she was on the prowl. She dropped our head low and spotted our prey. His unsuspecting doe-eyed look totally unaware of what he had unleashed. We hungered for this young stallion as we grabbed his face and I kissed every inch I could before coming back to his mouth and melting into him. The prey was wily though, and it tried to become the hunter as his hands traced the curves of my body and he inserted a thick finger into my waiting hotspot. The trap was sprung! I gasped at the luxurious feel of his fingers and wrapped a leg around him. His finger journeyed farther into my wet and waiting folds. God this was feeling too good came a warning into my brain. The "Prey" would get the upper hand and this was unacceptable. I shoved him away; I needed to reset the trap. I closed the gap between our bodies and grabbed his swollen cock. His cock was beautiful as it throbbed in my hands. I was ready to have this monster in me. Well almost...I thought as I looked at its size. "Mommy's going to need your help, if we're going to get this monster in me." I said as innocently as the "wild me" could muster. Priest didn't speak, but I could tell from his look that he wanted nothing more from this world than to stick it to his mother. "Do you want to help mommy?" I said coaxingly. He nodded and I recognized the dumb look from earlier. Thank god it wasn't paint chips. I thought as I smiled and turned, still holding Priest's cock in my hand. I started walking, dragging my prey with me. I didn't get but two steps into the hall when something hot and wet slapped me on the wrist and palm. "OH!" I said in surprise as I let go of my sons cock. I turned to see my son blushing. I looked at my hand and it was coated with semen. Apparently my prey was more than ready for me. I thought as I gathered what happened. I wasn't ready to throw him back just yet; I counted on his youthful vigor and the load he left in the shirt to bring him back quickly. "You really do like me. Don't you?" I said reassuringly. "I love you." He responded meekly. I felt the "wild me" give ground; concede to the mother in me as I looked at my son who just told me he loved me. I wanted to hold him and reassure him and make it all better. "Someone was a little too full. Weren't they?" I said as I gathered my sons cum on a finger and tasted it. My knees were weak. I stood there as if I were drunk. My god! Was there any flaw in this stud!? I thought as the taste of his semen hit my tongue. It tasted of salty Bavarian cream and I let out an involuntary "Mmmmmmm". As I motioned for this stud to follow me with the finger I had just tasted him with. I walked to my room. I hit the power button on my stereo and "Lauren Christy" started singing. I quickly lit some candles. The candle light reflected off something on my dresser. It was the broach my mother had given me. I quickly thought of my mother and wondered if she would understand what her daughter was about to do. I was shifted from my musings as I heard Priest coming down the hallway. I was going to need help if I was going to get his beautiful cock in me. I walked to my toy box and searched for toys of various sizes. I didn't have anything as big as my sons cock but I had enough to get me stretched out.