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The Term Paper

By: TattooGeno26



I realize that I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. I don't have any delusions about my station as a student. But I know what makes me happy and I have a plan. A grand plan and even though everyone I've ever met says that things don't always happen the way you plan them I still believe I need a blue print of sorts. I know things will happen that could disrupt the finality and honestly sometimes that's ok, but I need to stick to something, a rough guideline if you will. With all that said the one thing I never expected out of a psychology class was a sexual behavior essay. Not just an essay though, oh noooo that would be to easy. No, I also had to conduct an interview of someone close to me and include the findings about any sexual hang-ups or fetishes they might have, and how they affect them and their lives. There was one major hurdle though. Everyone that I could do an interview with was already conducting one or the subject of others.

I had no one due to a sick day that I missed when the assignment was handed out. Of course, that would be the day that everyone would have picked and made plans for the interviews. I wasn't sure what I was going to do but I knew that I couldn't afford a low grade on this or a late assignment. So one way or another I had to think of something and fast. I sat in the normal looking student dusk. Flicking my pen rapidly against my books and chewing the inside of my cheek in psych class, listening to how important this assignment was going to be and how no one could afford a sub-par paper whatever the fuck that means. It wasn't hard to tell that my stress level was at the bright red melt down level on the gauge.

The bell sounded dismissing class and it couldn't have come soon enough. I slipped my books off the desk top and scooted my slightly to big gut out of the sardine can of a seat racing for the exit and out into the madness that is the institute for higher education, Weaving and dodging my way through the halls and out to the hot as hell ninety eight degree weather. I guess I wouldn't be so bummed but of course my car is equipped with vinyl seats and an out of order until god knows when air-conditioner. What can I say it's been one of those weeks? More like one of those years, I tossed my books in the passenger side seat slamming the driver's door. As I dug into my pocket for my car keys I reflected like I always did when I was having one of my meltdowns." It could always be worse; you could hafta hold a job to." My father's voice taunted in the back of my head, reminding me as it so often does. "Could be better to, you could still be here instead of with some whore, ass hole." I angrily complained to the pile of books in the otherwise empty car. My father a true prick basically told my mother that he was leaving to run the globe for his work and his slutty ass secretary. I hope her pussy was worth a fortune cause that's how much mom got from the divorce. It didn't matter though mom hasn't been right since. She must have turned inside out or something because she hasn't even come out of her room since, unless she absolutely had to.

What really ticks me though is that I hafta except his rules if I want him to pay for school and honestly I can't complain, I mean as long as I go and get my credits he'll pay for whatever. Being a hotshot architect that travels the globe must make it easy to afford such things. I guess that's why he left, he wanted more than average. And if my mother was anything, she was average in everything but appearance. She lived in an average and quaint little three-bedroom two-story home with a picket fence and blue shudders. She's a blue jeans and t-shirt kind of girl nothing like the shoe crazy fashionistas that's popular among women with money. I doubt mom even knows what a fashionista is. She lives in an average small town that she and dad grew up in and I don't think she ever even considered leaving. I'm lucky in the fact that I grew up in Lebanon IL, Siu's right here. It's a college town; it gets wild here sometimes but not too much. I think mom thought that to when she decided to stay. So when I say my mother's average, I mean average.

Of course, most people find themselves too captivated by her huge, bouncing tits to notice just how plain she really is. I mean to say that I got a hot mom, and yes, I called her hot. It's a little fact that I've had to face after all these years of watching everyone from teachers to friends to their dads and the list goes on- drooling over her. Soo yea, hot mom, big time hot. Honestly, I can't think why pops could ever have left her but what's even worse is she doesn't realize just how attractive she is. She complains about being fat all the time and she's not, a little thick I agree but hey honestly that's what every red blooded American male and female for that matter that I've ever met says is so hot about her. She has curves for days in all the places it counts and a sexy as hell round ass. The only person I've ever met that would say she was fat of course was my ass hole of a father. But then again I think he was just scared she would realize how big of a douche he was and go get with some one that would see her for the gorgeous woman that she was.

I yanked the keys from my pocket and flipped through them shaking the car key loose from the rest and shoving it into the ignition. I obviously have a couple issues that I need to work out; I'm thinking that maybe I should probably get those figured before becoming a therapist. I started the car and drove out taking my place in line. One by one each car pulled out of the lot in single file like a brigade of molded and suppressed minds marching off to wreak havoc on the world. I pulled out a cigarette from my cars council and pushed in the lighter, tapping my hands along with the beat of a grunge classic until it popped out. Can anyone help get entranced by the glowing orange rings in a car lighter. I wish I had a lamp that looked that cool. Finally, I made it up to the end and turned out to head home flicking the ashes off my "Smoke" out my window. Sweat dripping down my face and soaking my shirt collar. Days like this the traffic just cannot move fast enough.

The good news was that I didn't have school for the next there days so I could devote all that time to the paper. I was hoping to attempt getting mom out and about a little though. She and dad married young, mom was nineteen and nine months after the ceremony almost to the day, I popped out kicking and screaming. They swear that mom wasn't Pregnant before but who knows with those two. Anyway I just turned twenty one so she is way too young to just close herself up all the damn time and give up. That's just what I'm going to tell her to. Mom and I only live around ten minutes away but on school days it takes nearly thirty, constantly stopping and going and stopping and going behind other students in torturous sweltering heat. I arrived safe and suffering from only a mild case of dehydration. Yea I know I'm a little sarcastic and winey, a couple of those issues I need to work out. But I think I could use a night out just as much as mom could. I feel horrible for what she's going through right now but this whole divorce situation really kicked me hard to. I've had to keep a smile through school and a stiff lip around dad; well not that I'm ever around dad but we do skype so I guess that's one point towards the father of the year award. I turned twenty-one almost two months ago and haven't even had the chance to order a beer. It was time, mom and I both had to get out and do something. Then after a little relaxation, maybe the paper would be easier to tackle. I pulled up next to mom's car in the garage and hit the automatic door closer snapped to my sun visor. Home sweet home it was never more true than on days like this.

closing the door i walked around the rear of the car. I have this thing about walking in front of cars, parked or not. I go out of my way to align my car to an entrance around the school so I don't have to. I can walk between them but not in front. Another issue, if your keeping track. I shoved my key into the handle of the door that conjoins the garage to the house, expecting it locked but finding that it wasn't. That's about the time that I realized the light thumping sound coming from inside. Turning the doorknob, I snuck in quietly shutting the door behind me and stepping into the kitchen. I crept through sitting my books down on the counter. A smile emerged across my face, how glorious is the sweet, sweet sin of modern central air-conditioning. Oh, the bliss as the little droplets of perspiration began cooling almost making me shiver. I reached in the fridge grabbing a cold bottle of water. Closing the door, I leaned against it twisting the lid off and guzzling down two thirds of the refreshing liquid, gulping like a slob and I didn't care. After a pound to my chest, I belched even more rudely and twisted the lid back on the bottle.

I turned the corner walking up the stair to the thumping rhythm, another thing my mother has going for her, a great taste in music. Of course, like most heartbroken women, she was listening to some sappy assed shit and that was going to change. I tapped on her bedroom door and swung it open. My mother stood half-naked in front of the mirror. It was obvious she hadn't heard me knock and I was used to just walking in here lately but I couldn't help but stop and take a double look. I didn't mean to but I just stared with my jaw falling to the floor. She was holding different dresses up looking at them, swaying back and forth from the bottle of wine in her other hand. Her heavy, exposed tits swaying back and forth as she tossed dress after dress to the floor. I couldn't help but stare at her treasures, I knew they probably looked good, even caught a couple glimpses over the years but nothing like this. I went to turn around and knock on the door again till my mother called out, "might as well just come in and have a seat you done got an eye full so what's it matter. "

I froze were I stood, turning deep red. Fuck it, I thought turning around looking her straight in the eye. Well as best I could, my face turning different colors from more than the hot weather. Like I said before- I know I have a hot mom, but I've never really looked at her in this way before. Not just as my mom but as a woman. This feels kinda wrong but my mind was racing and I didn't want to look away. I have no idea what my father was thinking because mom was absolutely gorgeous. Even in this drunken, broken state, she was beautiful.

"Hey mom, umm it's good to see your up and around a little, instead of wrapped up in blankets, wearing a ditch in your mattress."

"Yes son I realized I have a fortune to spend and it wasn't going to spend itself. " she said Tossing another dress on the pile in the floor, pulling out a sweater and holding it up before tossing it to the floor as well. She grabbed her robe off the bed, her tits rolling from side to side as she slipped her arms up into the sleeves and tossed her long wavy brown hair over the collar in the back. Wrapping herself in the light blue fuzzy fabric and buttoning it closed. Damn I thought wishing that she paraded around naked all the time.

"So did you get a good look at your old mom's titties?" she asked slurring like her tongue was too lazy to talk. I could tell she had been drinking more than she should have and if she was leaving this house she better have a chauffeur. And we don't. I decided to try and save me some embarrassment and cleverly change the subject.

"I'm sorry mother but I'm just to fucken hot to even pay attention." I said flopping down on the edge of her bed and leaning back on my palms the bottle still in my hand. Letting my head fall back, closing my eyes.

"Son why are you so sweaty?" she asked folding her fuzzy blue arms over her fuzzy blue chest finally taking notice of me.

"Because mom, my car is on its last leg, the AC's busted and in case you didn't know the heat out there is like hell. I mean it, like hell." I said lazily raising my head, my cheek smushed up against my shoulder.

"Did you tell your father, surely he can understand that and with pockets like his he should be able to shit you a new car." She snipped, I could hear her grinding teeth from where I was.

Well if that was pissing her off this was really going to do it." Yes I did mom."

"And what did he say?"

Oh boy here it comes. "He said that I had to be responsible for something and that I should get my own money to fix it."

I think it's cute how my mother's voice tends to get higher and sweeter the madder she gets, you know- till it's not. "Huh, it's funny how your dear ol' father likes to ramble on about responsibility when his jelly spine doesn't know the first thing about being responsible." She stomped, slightly wobbly to her vanity chugging down a swig from the bottle before setting it down. This can't be good; the last time my mother drank was like a year and a half ago at my cousin Marcie's wedding. The video of mom puking all over the bride as she walked past, proudly down the aisle was on Vid tube and topped out at over ten thousand likes. Why would she be drinking before the wedding you might ask, well because dad tried hooking up with marshes maid of honor and she went to knock the bitch out but wound up getting them both hammered instead from the mini bar, charging every drop to dads account. She felt horrible but not so much after the bride's maid did it a second time up at the altar.

Mom put the bottle on the vanity and picked up her smart phone. Oh shit; She pounded on the glass with her finger a couple of times, wobbling back and forth, her hair swaying in front of her face, concentrating on the phones screen. "Hah" she said bringing the phone to her ear tapping impatiently tapping her finger against the vanity.

"Yea Richard, it's your ex-wife. Your son needs a new car. Uhuh, yea fuck you, get an early birthday card, put a check in the fucken thing, and send it to him. Yea, I don't care about what your trying to teach him that's what you pay this school for now do it ass hole and oh, richy- don't be greedy." Poking the screen ending the call, she tossed the phone back down on the vanity again and reached for the bottle. I hopped up and sprinted over grabbing the bottle out of her hand. I held it behind my back out of her grasp like a grown up game of keep away.

" hey mom; I was kinda hoping we could go and maybe grab a bite and a drink or something. You know, get out for a while". She kept reaching for the bottle bending forward, I noticed her large heavy breast kept swinging and falling out of her loose fitting robe.

"Come on honey, just a little more." She begged in a winey wanting voice. It was a little sexy, does that sound bad? Oh well it is what it is I guess.

I grabbed her by the arm making her look me in the eye." Mom get a hold of yourself, your better than this, get a fucken grip." I said gently shaking her.

I had never said anything like that to my mother before, in my life. But sometimes I guess it takes a little hard love and I wasn't going to let her start down this road and get lost in the bottle. "Seriously jump in the shower, get dressed up a little and lets go spend some of that money that you were talking about on a really nice dinner and a couple glasses of wine. But you can't have any drinks if your already sloshed. Come on, do this for me mom, please. I've been really worried about you."

My mom looked up at me tears filling her eyes, her tender lip beginning to tremble. She reached up, taking hold of my face. "Your such a good boy. But you're not such a boy any more are you. My baby boy is growing up to be a good man."

She rubbed her drippy nose on the soft blue sleeve of her robe, shaking her head in agreement. "Your rights, Ok baby your right. He's never really been around anyway right; I just, I just don't want to be alone. " She said burying her head into my sweaty chest, sobbing.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. "Mom you're not alone, neither am I. we have each other like we always have."

She sighed inhaling deeply and looked up at me. "Well one things for sure, you know how to take charge huh?" she smiled. " You smell like a man to, woof." She turned pushing me away. "Ok but I think we both can use a shower don't you?"

I jokingly sniffed my under arm and looked at her shrugging my shoulders, "what's wrong with my man stink?" I asked.

Mom waved a finger at me laughing hysterically. "There's a key word in all that you just said that you can use to figure out the answer to your own question."

I grinned at her, "You know mom smiles look good on you, "

She smiled wider tilting her head, "you know, you're the only one that can make me smile, I can try to be mad but you always make me smile." She said bringing her lips up to mine and kissing me gently on the mouth. It felt weird and exciting; it was just a soft kiss but to me it seemed like there was something else behind it. Unless of course it was just my imagination, I wasn't going to look any more into it. After all, she had a few drinks already but besides that, she's my mom for crying out loud.

She looked up at me smiling and sighed. "You know kiddo; I think we're going to be alright." And then she turned and swaggered to her personal bathroom clumsily, her robe coming undone and slipping off her shoulders in the process, her beautiful curvy round ass swaying back and forth. Things began tightening in my shorts. I have to admit, maybe it had just been to long since I had a hook up but this woman that gave me birth was giving me a very hard erection. I rubbed my hands down over my face, growling in frustration. Yea I guess I could clean up a little to.

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I decided that it was best to take a cab in case we had a few to many. I didn't dress to fancy just a pair of black khaki shorts and a soft short sleeve, button down, light blue shirt. It's Mom's favorite color. Standing at the front door, I heard mom's pumps clip and clop across the hardwood floor behind me. When I turned around, I was wowed. This is why my mother is so beautiful. She's so hot and doesn't even realize it "Mom I gotta say you look marvelous." I said with a up class accent.

"Oh your just saying that cause your my son." she stopped in front of the mirror to check her lipstick, making sure it wasn't smudged across her teeth and gave her huge boobs a push up in her low cut, spaghetti strapped dress, her huge bust nearly spilling out. There was a horn from outside. The cab had arrived,

"Shall we son," she said offering me her arm and flickering her long eyelashes. Things like that were what made her so cute.

I blushed a little bit and wrapped my arm around hers, "yes we shall, and did I mention how good you look, you better have your pepper spray to keep all those men off of yea. People are gonna think I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

"Oh stop trying to cheer me up. Besides your all the man I need." she said playfully slapping me in the arm as I closed the front door behind us.

"Actually I probably shouldn't say that. It doesn't really sound right since I'm your son." Looking her in her shimmering hazel eyes.

"Well I appreciate it, it makes me feel good when you compliment me and I don't care about the way it sounds." She smiled leaning her head against my shoulder. I walked her down the path to the green cab and opened the door, helping her into the rear passenger side before shutting it behind her and racing over to the other side. Once I was in and we were rollen mom took my wrist draped my arm around her shoulders and snuggled up to me laying her head on my chest.


The Term Paper Ch. 02



Note: I would like to thank everyone that voted and left comments on the first part of this story. I told myself that if anyone liked or voted for it than I would continue. Some of the comments were brutal. Which, honestly is something I expected and looked forward to? Criticism = motivation - to continue and improve. There's always gonna be things that I can work on, just like any art form. But as long as you, the readers continue reading I will continue to write and hopefully improve. I hope this naughty chapter leaves you excited or gooey or both, and hopefully you find the writing itself a little more enjoyable . Thank you T.G.26

The term paper, part 2

I woke up the next morning and stretched, grunting loudly. That had to be the best night's sleep I ever had. Too bad, I woke up alone to a deafening silence and a straining hard on. Lying in the middle of my bed I stared at the ceiling, thinking as my mind whirled in circles, replaying last night's events in my head. 

It was difficult wrapping my head around this situation. My chest was pounding as a rush of different emotions come flooding over me. My whole body felt shaky, a strange fear twisting at my gut. Different thoughts flipped in my head like a picture album, scenes from last night. I don't know why but I feel like I might have done something terribly wrong. After all, mom had not been in the most stable state of mental health lately. What did I do last night; I should have thought things out a little more. But wow, she was so hot, it was so amazing. I'm not sure that I could have stopped if I wanted to.

Rolling over I jumped out of bed in a rush, jetting to the hall but stopping just short of the door, realizing I was still naked. I put on a clean pair of boxers and hurried out. "Damn, not in here either." I thought, taking my morning piss. Anyone that says you can't pee with a hard on is full of it, because I can without any difficulties and even maintain after wards.

After finishing I hit the knob, gave the ol 'hands a quick rinse and headed to moms room. I smiled remembering what I found on the other side of the door last time. I quietly opened the door just as I did last night and leaned in taking a quick look around in the dim light that pierced through moms sheer curtains. "Double damn." I thought, noticing the bed, still made in her favorite peach colored satin bedding. I retreated , heading to the kitchen. "Maybe she's cleaning or something." I said aloud to the silence and myself, knowing damn well I would hear something if she was.

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, leaning around the corner I found that someone had made a fresh pot of coffee but the automatic pot had turned off and the coffee had long since turned cold. There were only two other places in the house that she could possibly be. One I didn't even have to check because there was no way that she would be in dad's old office, besides, there was nothing in there other than drafting tools and all things ass clowns. Her being in there was as likely as monkeys crawling out of my ass playing trombones. 

The living room, well that could have been a possibility until it wasn't. I flopped back into my favorite piece of furniture in the whole world, my beanbag chair. No seriously, it's as big as a love seat and made from shaggy, downy soft, synthetic fur. Bright white and always smells like cucumber melon. Not sure how it got to smell like that but it does. And I'm not complaining because I love the scent of cucumber melon, sometimes too much.

The room itself was mom's love child for about four months. It was retro seventies overkill. Kind of like something out of clockwork orange twisted with some Austin powers. It was fun looking, from the round glass toped coffee table to the green shag carpet to the orange vinyl furniture sitting on top of steel frames. I thought it was great but when pops saw it on a trip home all hell broke loose. He left threatening mom with divorce but we didn't think he was serious. About that time, I ordered the one thing for my mom that the room was missing, an extra-large lava lamp. Unfortunately, the lamp arrived exactly ten minutes after mom was served divorce papers, it still sits in the box unopened on the end of the couch.

My mind raced through places she might be, reasons she might have had for leaving. Oh' what did I do I thought' playing over everything again in my head. Did I take advantage of her?

No, she came on to me mostly, didn't she?

Maybe she did but you know how depressed she is right now, you should have stopped it from going as far as it did.

Yea right, then what would have happened, what type of mind set would that have put her in, not just rejected by the man that she loved and was supposed to spend the rest of her life with, but also her son, her own flesh and blood, the one that she gave life to. I thought, arguing with myself and twiddling my thumbs nervously.

Well it doesn't matter now but one things for sure, it's probably best not to mention anything about last night when she comes home, if she comes home, just act natural, like nothing happened unless she says something first. Suddenly there was a loud bang and I jumped about ten feet out of my skin. 

Mom's voice rang out like a sweet chime, "honey, are you up yet?"

I ran to the kitchen in a rush, almost slipping as I come into the kitchen, mom standing in the doorway, her arms weighed down, full of grocery bags and she was losing her grip. She tried to conserve at allot of things to eliminate waste. For instance the bags, she carries her own reusable shopping bags that she packs her groceries in, we also have a filtered pitcher and adapter on the kitchen sink to save on bottled water. 

She was dressed in an old grey t-shirt that was almost too small for her massive tits and blue jean shorts that showed off her thick, sexy legs. The T seemed to cry out for help, barely holding on to contain her breasts. She made it known that her tops had to be bought two sizes too big just to fit over her cleavage. 

"Uh, a little help here please?" she laughed, barely holding on to the sacks. I shook my head realizing that I had just been standing there gawking at her.

I hurried over taking bag after bag from her arms and setting them on the island's granite counter top. "So you've been out shopping I asked sounding more relieved than intended.

"Oh honey I'm sorry, I guess I should have left a note or something. I woke up feeling like a world of weight was just gone, completely revitalized." She said reaching over and taking me by the hand. "You were so right baby, we don't need him, were going to be just fine." She went on unpacking groceries and putting them up, running from the cabinets to the fridge and back again refilling our dusty, empty shelves.

"I came down here and made a pot of coffee and once it started perking I figured I'd make some breakfast, after all you earned it last night." She said pausing to bat her eyes and wink my way' then went right back to organizing things, making room in the cabinet for a big box of coco ricies, something my father despised.

I grinned, feeling relieved and excited. I don't know where this is going bet were ever that is, it's going to work out, and we were gonna enjoy the ride. "So then you found the barren wasteland that is our kitchen." I giggled, standing with a stack of boxes from my hands clear up to my chin.

"Exactly, oh, thank you honey, just let me find a place for them." She said shuffling things around, boxes of pasta, cans of beans. Everything neatly separated with the labels facing forward.

She took the last box, shoved it on top of a roll of others and shoved the cabinet door closed. "There." She said cheerfully, turning to me. "What have you been doing for food?" 

"Well," I giggled. "The pizza joint down the street has all our info on file, so I've just been charging it to your account. You'll see it on the credit card bills." I shrugged. 

"Just pizza, all you've had to eat all this time is pizza, god I'm such a terrible mother." She said shaking her head.

"No you're not; they have a lot more than just pizza. They got sandwiches and pasta from scratch and the best wings ever. Don't worry mom, I'm a big boy I can handle it." I chuckled, leaning against the counter, popping a grape in my mouth.

She looked at me in a way that only a mother could see their child, through eye's that could see absolutely no wrong. Taking me gently by my face she brought my lips to hers. I was completely thrown off guard but I didn't fight it, instead I fell into her kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her tongue slid between my lips exploring my mouth. I felt bewitched, under my mother's sexy spell. We kissed deeply, full of sensuality and passion.

"Mmmm, that was nice." She said. As I found myself lost in her dreamy looking hazel, green eyes. "Are you ok honey?" she asked; gently running her nails teasingly up and down my chest. There was a time when this would tickle and send tremors up my spine, that was not the innocent reaction I was having now. 

"Yea I'm ok, I just. Well, I wasn't sure where you were. I woke up and you were gone, and I didn't know why." I said, my heart skipping a beat as I kissed her fore head.

"Oh honey?" She said in a tender sympathetic voice, caressing the side of my face. 

"Your mind must have been going crazy."

"It's ok, I'm just glad your back." I wrapped my arms around her pulling her close, my hard cock poking her. 

"Oh my," she gasped. "He sure knows how to make himself known doesn't he." She giggled, patting my silk shrouded cock teasingly.

She screeched as I picked her up, cradling her in my arms. "What are you doing?" she demanded, laughing with the biggest and brightest smile I think I had ever seen on her. She looked good in happy.

"Ssshhhh.' I whispered, walking past the stairs and stepping down into the living room. "Ouch!" I cried, bumping into the glass coffee table , stumbling around it, trying to regain my balance. I twisted and fell backwards, landing 0n the huge furry bean bag chair.

We sunk down into the soft white fur like it was a cloud, laughing hysterically . "Well that could have worked out a lot better." 

"Oh, it could have w0orked out a lot worse too." Mom said wrapping her arms around my neck and turning to straddle my hips.

She smiled, staring into my eyes lustily. I think I had a permanent grin painted across my face. Mom rolled her hips pushing against my hard on sending a shiver running through me. My head fell back, a moaning whisper escaping my lips.

"Oh god yes." I sighed. Mom nibbled my neck as I ran my hands up under her t-shirt to find her heavy breasts, braless and extremely excited.

"Oooh." She moaned, my fingers gently teasing and fondling her nipples as she rubbed my throbbing cock through the soft silky boxers, my hips reacting to her gentle, naughty touch. I pulled moms grey shirt off, tossing it to the floor. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close and taking her big round nipple into my waiting mouth. Mom's breath shuddered as I nursed from her. There was no milk obviously, but still I sucked and teased her all the same, flicking and nibbling on one big round nipple as I kneaded and pinched the other one gently. Mom caressed my cock through the soft slick silk as I rocked my hips.

She pushed me back into The fluffy chair tickling my back as mom looked down at me grinning with the same sexy smile from last night. That smile caused my loins to tingle for her, filling with a need, a fiery itch that only my buxom, beautiful mother could scratch.

Suddenly mom's fingers slid into the front slit of my boxers, gently brushing the sensitive flesh of my thick excited cock with her fingertips. A wet spot adorned the front of my shorts from all the precum that seeped from the tip. I inhaled sharply through my teeth. "Uh," I grunted, a half grin dancing at the corner of my lips. 

'Does that feel good baby, Do you like the way you're momma touches that big thick cock of yours." She whispered, wrapping her fist around my shaft. My heart pounded with the pulsing throb of my man hood. My loins blazing with want of satisfaction.

Mom gasped, pulling my cock free. " Oh my, I thought I was dreaming last night but you really are this big." She said dreamily, taking in the sight of my hard veiny cock, the cock that was made flesh in her womb and the cock it had grown into since.

Grinning, she slid down off my thighs to her knees, pushing my legs far apart and leaning forward. She looked into my eyes as she lowered her lips, slowly taking my swollen cock head into her warm and wet mouth, rubbing the very sensitive skin underneath with her soft tongue.

"Oh god momma, that feels so good." I moaned, pushing my hips up, driving a little deeper into her mouth, pushing against the back of her tight, caressing throat.

"Mmmm," She purred, sending little tingles vibrating through me.

Mom took a deep breath through her nose and slowly moved her stretched lips down my length, shoving as much into her throat as possible. She pulled back up and wrapped her fist around the base, sliding her hand up and down, with her mouth, bobbing her head back down. It felt incredible. I moaned, grabbing handfuls of white fur, pushing up my hips to meet her mouth as she slid up and down, stuffing my rigid shaft back down her throat.

Her hand found my sack and began massaging the soft flesh, gently squeezing my full and swollen family jewels. She worked her lips, twisting her fist up and down my rigid pole, her head bobbing up and down faster and faster. This was by far the greatest blowjob I had ever had. It was literally mind blowing.

I lifted my ass, grunting, taking a handful of my her long brown locks. Her head bobbed up and down feverishly as I shoved my hips back and forth, fucking my mother's sweet, sweet lips. She moaned quivering, pulses of pleasure jolted through me, the first burst emptied in her mouth, coating her throat in my sticky sperm. She sucked hard, swallowing as another burst and then another flooded her mouth with my seed.

The world faded out, only mom' her mouth and our moans existed. "Oh mom, I love you." I grunted, catching my breath, shivering from the after math of my explosive orgasm. My eyes were hazy and my head twirling, feeling spacey, my cock plopping from my mother's amazing mouth. 

She climbed back up my lap, straddling me once again, being careful not to scrape my spent cock with the rough fabric of her jean shorts. She leaned forward kissing me deeply, the salty taste of my semen lingering on her lips. I hungrily kissed her back tasting my seed. Teasingly nibbling her lip. Mom's huge breasts pushed against my chest, her stiff nipples poking me.

"Oh my, you are something else son." She said glassy eyed and biting her lip. " I didn't know that was even possible." 

"Didn't know what was?" I giggled 

"I didn't know sucking dick could make me cum like that." She said glancing away and turning three shades of red.

"Huh, I didn't know that either, maybe it's not just the sucking but the cock that your sucking that does it." I said, finding it a little hard to believe that she just had an orgasm without even being touched. I almost wanted to ask her to prove it.

"I guess so." She said purring and kissing me sweetly as she crossed her hands over my heart, laying her head down and taking a deep relaxing breath. "We should go somewhere." 

"Didn't you do enough shopping already?" I asked, laughing sarcastically.

She sat up tilting her head to the side. "No, I don't mean like that silly and no, a woman's shopping is never done." She chuckled gently stroking my nipple with a fingertip as I rubbed my hands up and down her soft, smooth thighs, staring at her enormous breasts again like it was my favorite past time, because it was.

"So what do you mean then?" I asked.

"I mean we should get away, go somewhere away from here." Her lashy eyes growing wide with excitement.

"I looked at her and felt a sinking in my chest. "Mom, that sounds great but I have to go to school."

"Yea," She said pouting and playing with my navel. "Speaking of which, did we finish with your questions?"

"Yea, I should have enough." I said still thinking about her going away idea. Then suddenly it hit me. "Hey, I got an idea. We have a four day weekend coming up."

Mom's face brightened up, "Really, When?"

"At the end of this coming week, we can go wherever you want when I get out of class Friday and we don't have to be home till Tuesday night."

"Really?" She said, brimming with excitement, like a doe eyed little girl waiting for a gumdrop cone at an ice cream truck. 

"Ouch, yea really." I laughed as she bounced up and down on my tender, flaccid cock.

"I can't wait," she screeched jumping up off my lap, grabbing her shirt. "I'm gonna make us something to eat. You hit those books and get your homework done."

"Didn't you get a belly full already?" I laughed standing and tucking my slippery , flaccid shaft back into my boxers. 

Mom looked over her shoulder. "I'll never get enough of you baby." She purred batting her eyes.

"Good." I said to myself, heading up to my room. "Because I have allot more where that came from."











The Term Paper Ch. 03



 I know this is a little late, but I hope you all enjoy it. And as always, I appreciate any comments, and will continue to write, as long as you continue to read. So without further ado, here is the Term Paper, chapter 3. Thank you to all who read and enjoy.





The Term Paper Ch. 03



"Believe me mamma, were just getting started."



The Term Paper Ch. 04



Okay, so this is chapter four. I hope you all enjoy it and please remember to vote and/or leave your comments, even the rude ones are appreciated. Chapter five should be out before too long hopefully. So here you go, enjoy and As usual, as long as you keep reading, I will keep writing. 

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The next couple of days were spent attending classes and working on the term paper that my psychic professor seems to feel I can improve. Did I mention he was psychic, somehow he figured out about my so-called attraction to my mother, just by reading my paper. So now what am I supposed to do. I mean, I figure he already has his suspicions otherwise, he wouldn't have mentioned it. Well this paper is going to be more honest, just how much more honest, I haven't decided yet. There would be plenty of time for that later, I hope.

There wasn't a whole lot of packing to be done. Especially since we're headed to a nudist resort on the coast of France. I still thought it wise to take along a couple outfits. I read up on this Cap-d'Agde and I have to tell you, I'm a little stoked. There's lots of activities for groups as well as couples and even stuff specific for the singles in mind. I'm looking a bit forward to finding out what "risqué, night time entertainment" means exactly. It seems to be a highlight in the pamphlet, my mother printed off for me.

Speaking of light packing in relation to nudity, nudism has been a little hard to get used to; not so much being naked because it really is freeing. I love stripping at the door when I step in after school, it's also nice watching mom bouncing around, naked as a Jaybird through the house. The most difficult part to get used to and most humorous I might add, are the day-to-day mundane things. For instance, your cock just flaps around making you feel a little silly anytime you do physical activity, even things as simple as sweeping the floor, running down the stairs. And I'm still getting used to bending over to do things and revealing my ass hole and everything else god gave me, putting it on display. I've gotten used to it though, mostly. 

I look at it as the price I have to pay in order to live in a perverts dream home. It never gets old the way mom blushes when she catches me watching her, and the way she turns an even darker shade of red, every time she realizes I have an erection, which is almost always. Anymore, her eyes immediately go straight to my cock, and every time, she gets this wicked, "I've been a bad girl." smile on her face; gnawing on her plump, bottom lip as her whole body flushes. It turns me on to no end. I guess this is what the song means by, "you give me fever." because she does, like a 400-degree fever. I'm not only in love with my mother, I am infatuated with every single inch of her, and she's all mine. 

We did our "light packing" Thursday night so we could leave immediately for the airport after classes let out Friday. Mom's ecstatic behavior made her seem young and vulnerable, like a child on Christmas Eve, Seemingly busting at the seams with excitement to see what Santa left her under the tree. I on the other hand, a little more reluctant to just parade around in front of other people in a place that I'm not accustomed to or comfortable with. But like I said before, a promise is a promise and I'm not my father. If this is what my darling, hotter than summer heat, buxom mother wants than that's exactly what I'm going to do to make her happy. We all make sacrifices and no one makes more sacrifices than a mother does for her child. 

Friday came and it was almost like dejavu all over again, different day, different class, same impatient behavior until the bell went off, well not really a bell, more like a sorry sounding buzzer. I guess college was too sophisticated for school bells. I kind of miss them, like I miss the pledge of allegiance. It's funny, I remember a time when I thought it was just a nuisance, but now; it's just a fading memory, an abandoned American custom that used to remind us that we are all part of something special, that we are all one nation, under god, and indivisible. 

After getting through the obstacle course of higher learning, I was greeted at my car by an uninvited but not unwanted guest. Emily stood leaning against the trunk. She was a little over five footish, petite with golden blonde hair that laid down her back in a long braid. She didn't have much in the titty department but she was extremely attractive. She had legs for days and the bluest eyes I've ever seen, almost ambient. She had her little purse strapped around her shoulder, her red fingernails tapping away on her phone. She was wearing what seemed to be the only thing that was in her wardrobe, daisy dukes, and always some kind of light colorful top. I stared at her ass as I approached, wondering only one thing. How in hell is she leaning against my (so hot you can fry an egg on It.) trunk without burning herself to blisters? 

I mimicked, dramatically clearing my throat to get her attention. She didn't even look up, in fact I wouldn't even know that she acknowledged me if she didn't put up her finger to say (give me a minute) without actually having to say it. She slid over a little bit while still tapping at her screen, inviting me to stand beside her. I found this particularly difficult considering that would put me in front of a parked car. 

Taking a deep breath I moved my eyes from Emily's little Nike clad feet, up her long, smooth, well-toned legs. Her cut off shorts accentuating the curve of her hips. She had a delicious looking pierced navel and a taut flat stomach. I suddenly had the urge to run my tongue over her skin and lick the salty droplets of sweat from her cute little tummy. I shook my head-thinking Fuck it, as I leaned against the trunk, staring at the ground, trying to keep from looking at the parked cars.

"Ok, done." she said sighing and stuffing her phone in her handbag, then crossed her arms looking up at me. "Sorry, I forgot about your car thing." Emily was the only other person that I told about my car thing other than my mother. She only found out through an interview for a school project, but I was surprisingly comfortable around her.

"It's ok, I'm getting better," I said looking into her eyes. I could feel myself blush. It was something she could always make me do just by looking at me. This wasn't a social call though. We didn't have social calls; it would disrupt the natural order of popularity. I took a deep breath looking away at the sky, wincing from the bright day light. "What do you want Emily?" I sighed.

"Dood; I'm hurt, what makes you think I didn't just want to talk to you or something, it's not like I only come to you when I need something" she said dramatically throwing her arms up.

I smiled shaking my head. "Actually, it's a lot like that." I teased.

"Uh" she growled, dropping her hands hard to her sides with her mouth wide open as if she was shocked. "Dood, I can't believe you think that. It may be true but still."

I liked Emily, she had a sense of humor but she was also one of those people that would find themselves in rough situations and usually by her own surmise, but she was funny and always made me laugh, which was hard these days. Used to be only mom could do that.

I got quiet and looked at her again. "You didn't answer me? Why are you here Emily?" I asked as politely as possible.

"Ok, ok you got me, what can I say, you're a psychic."

"No, my psych professor is psychic."

"Huh?"

"Never mind, you were saying?"

"Oh yea, so me and my roommate got into it and I was supposed to go away with them for this weekend but now she's being a bitch and blowing me off."

"Ok," I said listening and stroking my chin. "And this involves me how."

"Well- friend of mine, ol 'buddy, ol 'pal, she kicked me out ok, and my parents are away, so I can't get bus or train fair and I really don't want to disturb them to send me cash and listen to how I'm such a failure." 

I knew that feeling all too well thanks to my prick-father. She nervously stepped from one foot to the other, stalling and mom was waiting. I had to get a move on if we were going to make our flight.

"I can understand that but you're not telling me what you want."

"Ok jeez, look, I know I can smooth shit over with the bitch when she gets back but I'm homeless, strait up card board boxing or park bench snoozing, I haven't quite figured it out yet. What I need, my handsome hero, is a place to crash till Tuesday." She looked up at me batting her eyes and pleading.

"Wow, Emily-I'm not sure I can do this one. Trig notes? Sure, a ride some were, No problem. But when it comes to crashing at my crib it's a little bit out of the question, especially this weekend." 

"What, dood come on? I got no one else or no were else to go to; if I did I wouldn't be here. "

"Geeze, that makes me feel a lot better." I said dropping my head back, closing my eyes as the hot sunshine painted the inside of my lids bright red. I took a deep breath, looking back at her. "Look Emily, I really like you. I know that doesn't really matter but I do and believe me if I could help I would; but me and my mom aren't even going to be in the country." I looked over to find Emily staring at me. finally I had to ask. "What?"

"So you do like me." she said teasing.

"Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't even talk to you, I would of just got in the car and ran over you." I chuckled.

There was that dramatic shocked look again. "Dood, you are so mean!" She laughed backhanding me in the gut.

"Oof!" I grabbed my gut over acting how painful it was and pretending she knocked the wind out of me.

She crossed her arms, smiling and shaking her head. "Your such a goof ball Dood. So where are you going?"

"Oh, umm" I stammered trying to think of something quick, and deciding to stay as close to the truth as I could without bringing up anything "odd" for lack of a better word. "Uh, uh France."

"Holy shit, really Dood?" she gasped, her jaw dropping open for real this time. "So if you're going to be out, can't I just house sit for you guys?" 

Her request wasn't unreasonable but the chance that mom would go for it was slim to none and I wasn't sure I could trust her. Not that I thought she would steal or anything like that, but throw some crazy party and let in some stranger that would; well that is a possibility.

"I honestly don't think my mother will go for it Emily." I said in a sad attempt to reject the idea.

"Well can't you at least ask her Dood?" she pleaded, grabbing my shirt in her two fists, shaking me. "Damn it Dood, come on. You can do this. You can trust me."

"Maybe I can, maybe I can't. I tell you what; if you can tell me my name then I'll ask. But here's a hint, it's not Dood."

She turned to me; her arms crossed looking confused as a mouse in a maze without the scent of cheese to follow. "You mean it's not Dood?"

I broke into a gut busting laughter shaking my head, "No, No it's not." 

She looked at me, appearing genuinely upset and dismal, "I really thought it was Dood."

"What." I said trying to gain control over my laughter. "You call everybody Dood."

"Yea, but I only mean it when I'm with you," she said in a flirty manner, batting her lashy eyes.

"Oh, smooth, but sorry, not going to work." I smiled, arms over my chest, staring down like we were in some kind of standoff.

"Oh believe me, I'm more than smooth David." 

Shit, she knows my name. It was obvious I was bringing her with me, not sure how mom's going to take this.

"Listen," I said trying to figure out what I was going to do now. "I really don't think my mom's going to go for this, so don't get your hopes up." I explained, attempting to prepare her for disapointment.

"Don't be such a pessimist Dave." She said Putting emphasis on my name.

"Usually I'm not, I'm just saying."

I pulled into the garage, parking and turned the engine off. "Alright," I said sighing, "You just stay right here and I'll see what she says. Just remember."

"Don't get my hopes up, yea I know, you might as well just drop me off at the park with that kind of attitude.," she pouted, slumping down into the seat.

"I'm going to try, I just live by a hope for the best but expect the worst kind of theology." I said pulling on the knob, opening the door.

"Well I have a, you got to make Shit happen kind of theology. So Dave," she said looking up into my eyes, on the verge of tears. "Please try hard."

I knew she was probably trying to switch on the water works to make me feel pity for her; and it was working. "I'll try Emily, I really will I promise." and I meant it.

Stepping into the house was like Stepping into a principal's office. I didn't know what to expect, but I was hoping it wasn't going to involve a paddle. Then again, I kind of like paddles. The luggage was stacked by the door, it was almost to quiet. "Hey mom ...mother dearest?" I called out beginning to wonder where she was. 

"Honey, I'm in here." I heard her call from the seventies retro living room. "Hurry up; I have something to show you."

That's good, because I have something to tell you. I thought stepping down in the same place I lost my balance last time, lucky for me, this time it worked out differently. "Yea, what do you ...HEY!" I said surprised, happy that she finally finished this room. "You put up the lava lamp."

"Surprise, I thought you would like it." she said rushing over, wrapping her arms around me and then looking up at me before kissing me full on the lips, I accepted her soft lips, sliding my tongue between them, passionately exploring the recesses of her mouth.

"Oh, I most definitely do." Come a voice from behind us, Mom and I spun around, horrified. I imagine it was a bit more disturbing to mom considering she had no idea who the daisy duke wearing, thin girl was, that stood in her house. On the other hand, a head full of worse case scenarios rushed through my head, leaving me a very frightened babbling idiot.

"Uh umm mom, thi, this is uh Em, Em, Emily." I stuttered beet red and trying to figure what to do next. Maybe she didn't see us, I thought as my more reasonable side hoped for the best.

My mother looked at me, blushing of embarrassment and then back at Emily, "hello Emily, I'm Dave's mother." She said shaking Emily's hand.

"Well hi Dave's mom, you always kiss him like that or are you just especially happy to see him today." Emily laughed. Shit, she did notice, were ruined.

"I thought I told you to wait in the car." I mumbled, my heart pounding in my chest and echoing in my ears.

"Now Dave, that's not how we treat guests," Mom, said in a polite hostess voice.

"Yea Dave, that's not how you treat guests." Emily said sticking her tongue out like we were six and arguing over a lollipop.

"To answer your question Emily, I guess there's really no use denying it, were always kissing like that. But what I'd like to know is"

"Why is this strange little chick standing in your house?" Emily said putting her hands on her hips looking around the room. "Wow, you know this is really nice."

"Do you think so; I decorated it myself with a little help from Dave of course. But please dear, don't change the subject."

Emily smiled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Ok, well, I'm homeless till Tuesday and need a place to stay."

"And you decided to ask my son for help because?"

"What do you mean? I asked because he's a good friend."

"Is he?" mom said looking at me. "Somehow I don't think he is, he's never mentioned you, never brought you here before now. Why would you think he is a friend or willing to help." her voice was getting higher and nicer, she's pissed, and I'm not entirely sure it was just Emily she was mad at.

"Well" Emily sighed flopping down in my white furry beanbag chair. "Dave's a really nice dood, he's helped me out of a couple jams, like letting me copy notes, and a bite to eat, and truthfully I didn't have any one else at all to turn to." she began rubbing her hands over the soft white fur. "This thing is so cool." 

"Your trying to change the subject again." my mother said lounging back on the couch. I stood between them because I felt that was the best place for me. 

"Oh sorry, I'm kind of hyper, I don't mean to." she said sighing. "Look, lover boy here told me you two were going out of town, I just thought since you're going to be gone and I have no were to go than Maybe I could house sit." She said squirming around and settling into my chair.

"Lover boy did huh." mom said in a voice so sharp I'm surprised it didn't break the glass coffee table. "And did he tell you were we were going?"

"France, it sounds awesome."

"Did he tell you where in France?"

"Nope, France was impressive enough." Emily purred; laying her head back with her eyes closed, wearing a gentle and comfy smile.

"Were going to a nudist resort." mom said straight and simple.

Emily's eyes popped open, a huge smile streaking across her mouth as she sat up. "No Shit, really?"

"Yes, that's right, me and lover boy here." 

"Well that sounds amazing, that is definitely my kind of place; now that is a big ass lava lamp, that's cool to. You know what, you guys have really cool stuff." she said bouncing up and staring at the lamp.

"Thank you, my son bought it for me."

"OH, that is so sweet Dave," Emily looked over her shoulder smiling at me and then returning to lava gazing. "I believe it, like I said-he's a cool dood." Emily turned around, spinning and clutching her hands together behind her back. "Do you think I can stay here and house sit?" She said raising her eyebrows and silently mouthing the word please, over and over again.

Mom laughed, "I don't know you and you've been eye balling all our things since you come in. No Emily you can't stay here at all."

Emily looked crushed, like someone tossed her a rope and then snipped it just as she were climbing out. "Ok, I didn't mean to make you think I'm some leach because I'm not and I just like different stuff"

"Yea and I understand that, like I said though-I don't know you, but I can't in good conscience leave you to sleep on the streets, which is why if you want, I'll take you with us."

I looked at mom completely dumb founded. "You will?"

Emily on the other hand looked like she just got a Malibu Barbie dream house for her birthday. "Really? You're not just being mean or expect me to blow the driver like my roommate did."

My mother erupted in laughter, "dear god no, of course not and just so you know, clothing is optional so if you don't want to go nude than..."

"Are you serious; I'm all about the all-naturale."

"Well good it's settled, lover boy, call the cab. Mommas ready for some naked fun"

The ST. Louis international airport was a mad house. It seemed all of Missouri had picked this day to travel. If you're the type if individual that needs your personal space, than this is not the place for you. I felt like I was being ushered through a maze of human bodies, being shoved from one area to another by psychiatric professionals wearing travel agency uniforms in disguise, pushing us from one obstacle to another and writing down there findings. I don't even want to get into the ridiculous arrangement that it takes just to get the tickets and the utterly depraved pat down and wanding we had to go through just to get through the gate. Somehow, miraculously I suppose, all three of us stuck together.

The plane itself, A MD11 wide body commercial-ark for the insane-was a huge massive structure of flaps, jets, steel and a huge quantity of the most unstable fuel source one can come across. The blue and white paint job didn't do much to make me feel any better and neither did the airlines key phrase written on the side in big bold letters. "Come fly with us." I think I would prefer something like "come fly safely with a guaranteed arrival with us." our even something more forward. "We never crash." At least the majority of accidents that occurred in these planes have happened on flights to Asia. Only one so far to Europe and that was before the flap stick upgrade. I did a report in high school on commercial aircrafts. The idea that hundreds of thousands of people fly all the time didn't help erase the tragic pictures I came across while researching.




The Term Paper Ch. 04



Mom hasn't said much to me about Emily but I figured I had plenty to hear about it later. Emily on the other hand was so excited she couldn't Shut up. Even before we made it to the airport she was like a little kid at the zoo, staring out the window with huge, glassy eyes in complete aww of the towering buildings and stadiums. She literally yelped when she saw the gateway arch reaching high into the clouds and she was just as impressed when mom showed her the plane we would be riding in, pointing to it from the huge terminal windows.

Mom really went all out for this thing, I've never flown before this but I have to say, if you're going to ignorantly, put your life at risk in order to reach a destination, than first class is the way to go. The seats are soft and spacious and the service is great. The attendants weren't hard on the eyes either, I noticed, to my surprise, that Emily had eyes for a specific red head, Ogling over the young woman's decent sized tits that almost spilled from her tight fitting blue uniform. I hadn't realized that Emily played for both teams. For some reason this made her extremely attractive to me and I began finding it hard to think or concentrate on anything else other than her head between the red heads pale supple thighs. 

The first class section was arranged in two rolls of two big, comfy blue and white recliners that were evenly spaced out. I sat in the middle row with my mother to my right and Emily to my left across the aisle. Eventually after a couple of hours into our Flight, the cab turned from the constant jabbering from Emily to a low steady snore. 

I had my headphones on, unable to relax because the thought of this huge Steel boat plummeting to the earth wouldn't get out of head. My vice like grip on the seat was wearing into the leather and my head throbbed so badly that it barely took my mind off my tight aching neck. I nervously bounced my knee and my full bladder, needing to take a piss since getting patted down. It was no wonder that the short, round security officer was giggling as she ran her hands down over my groin. The only weapon she found was my piss hard on. 

I couldn't take it anymore, my teeth actually ached. I yanked my ear buds out, annoyed, huffing and un-buckling my harness. I could feel mom's questioning gaze beating down on me as I quickly shoved all of the things I had from my lap like my mp3 player and tablet into my carry-on bag.

"What are you doing son?" mom asked removing her own headphones she had plugged in to the mini monitor that was connected to each seat by a moving, arm not completely unlike a gooseneck lamp. 

"I have to visit the rest room, prey that this thing stays up while I'm in there because dying in the John is not my preferred way to go." I whispered sarcastically.

"You're not going to die in the bathroom son, your young and viral and worry way to much over things you can't do anything about."

"Well forgive me if I lack confidence in flying machine built by a species that learned how to split the atom just to blow each other up."

"Do you know how dramatic you sound sometimes." she chuckled, shaking her head. "It's so cute, reminds me of how you used to throw such a fit when I pushed you in the swing; you'd scream because you were going too high."

"I was, you always had to make a point for me to be higher than all the other kids." I mumbled, as I bounced from one seat to the other like I was on a ship at sea being tossed around by torrential waves. 

The bathroom was surprisingly roomier than I had expected. I tried to shut the door but suddenly someone pushed me forward and shut it for me.

"Here honey, let mommy help you out." she whispered in my ear, unzipping the front of my knee length jean shorts, her warm breath pricking the fine hairs on my neck, reaching in through the front slit of my boxers and gently pulling my hard cock out. 

"Mmmm, you must really need to go, I hope I can aim it right. Ok, go for it." 

I didn't know what she was doing but I didn't care, my bladder was so full and I strained so hard that there were little droplets of urine leaking from the head of my cock. I released the massive pressure inside, the first part of which splashed the edge of the seat but my mother was quick to fix the miss fire. 

"Oh god yes, oh wow." I moaned in relief as the long spray of warm liquid streamed from the head of my cock and into the water. 

"Oh, does that feel better baby?" She whispered, licking my ear and slowly messaging my rod, piss splashing into the stool. "you know later we're going to have to discuss this young lady that conned you into bringing her to the house and just what she means to you but for now." she began gnawing my ear. "Mmmm but for now, momma knows what her baby needs."

She reached around with her other hand and cupped my heavy gems. I groaned putting my hands flat against the wall of the cubical, finally reaching the bottom of my bladder; the last couple of drops shaking off as my mother groped my cock and began to run her gentle hand slowly up and down my still hard shaft. 

"So tense son and these big boys are so swollen, no wonder your being such a grouch. I know how to help you relax and soften that attitude don't I?" she asked stroking my cock faster, gently squeezing the soft flesh of my balls. 

"Oh god momma, you know exactly what I need, you know what makes me feel so, uh-much better. " I whimpered, my knees beginning to shake as I instinctively began to move my hips, panting as my mother rubbed up against me, holding me tight, pumping me faster and faster, pulses of pleasure tingling through me. "Oh god momma, oh." I pumped my hips fucking her hands as much as her hands fucked me. 

"That's my baby, let it go, oh yes let it go for momma." she said as I shuddered with tremers, emptying my load, pump after pump of my guy goo into the stool. "That's right baby, oh yes, momma makes it all better." She gently patted my cock and put him back in my boxers before kissing my neck. "I'll go out first and you can follow in a couple minutes." and just like that the door opened and closed. I pulled my shorts up and fastened them. There was a little sink with a small faucet. I was surprised at the scent of the soap in the automatic dispenser, cucumber melon. The scent became splendidly enjoyable. After my hands were clean, I splashed a little water on my face and dried it off on my shirt. That's right, I admit it. 

I walked out a lot straighter then when I went in and in a much better mood. I stopped to grab the mp3 out of the overhead from my carry-on bag and sat down. I glanced over at Emily real quick and had a double take. I swore I saw her eyes open and a smirk, but I must have been wrong because she was still sleeping. I stuffed my buds back in my ears leaning over and kissing my mom on the cheek. I snuggled down and switched on my best of-grunge playlist, slipping into a sweet deep sleep. 

"Hey, hey dood, come on rise and shine were here." I sat up rubbing my adjusting eyes. "Come on, come on, come on." Emily was pulling on my arm, her voice made me think of nails on a chalkboard. 

I cringed, grinding my teeth. "I'll do whatever the hell you want if you just be quiet a minute ok." 

I stood up shaking loose of Emily's hand. "Come on dood, don't be like that." Emily whimpered looking genuinely hurt. The bitter taste of guilt soured in my mouth as she turned around, leaving through the blue velvet curtain that separated the class sections. I growled, grabbing my carry on out of the overhead, realizing mom must be waiting for me. 

The plane was empty except for the ginger flight attendant that was growing irritated waiting for me to depart. I smiled shrugging my backpack over my shoulder. Sorry chick I'm trying. I thought quickly exiting out into the hall were Emily waited, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, her arms crossed, nervously looking about. 

"Alright, I'm here. Where did my mom run off to?" I said walking past as she followed close behind. 

"She's probably outside waiting on us in a taxi by now. She told me to wake you up and she was going to get our luggage and finds us a ride." She said moving her hands around like a politician giving a speech. 

"You know I just realized something."

"Really, what, that I'm incredibly sexy and you want to kiss me." she sang. I could see her shaking her hips and sticking her ass out from her reflection in a pane of glass. She was right for the most part but she was still kind of annoying. 

"No, I just realized that this must be the way it feels to have a younger pain in the ass sister." I chuckled as she playfully smacked me in my back. 

"Ow, shit. Wait a minute." She yelped, stopping to rub her wrist. 

"What's wrong, did you break a nail?" I teased, mocking her like we were on a playground. 

"No, you ass; I think I sprung my wrist, I didn't expect you to be so hard."

I turned around laughing at her improper description. "Come on; try to work it out, if it doesn't get any better I'll wrap it up."

"Aww " she said running up, wrapping her arm around mine and leaning her head against my shoulder. " You do like me."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, grinning and laughing at her exaggeration.

I didn't realize it was so late till I walked out and paid attention to the night sky, clear and starry, lit with the moon big and bright. Emily squeezed my arm even tighter. I looked over to see her big blue eyes, wide and glistening with the reflection of the stars. 

"Wow, isn't it just gorgeous Dave?"

"Yea, it's not too bad at all."

"Hello, lover boy over here." my mom said waving from the sunroof of a long black limousine. "I figure if we're going to ride then it might as well be in style." she said laughing as she waved her arms around like a presenter from a game show. 

"Oh my god dude, could your mom get any cooler." Emily screamed over her shoulder running for the limo, a driver dressed in a nice black suit with a thin tight face and pointy nose, stood at the door waiting for us. 

"After you sir." the driver said, with a thick French accent, ushering me into the car after Emily dove in. I could hear both of the girls giggling and carrying on from inside. Their voices full of joy, making me happy that they were happy. 

To say the car's interior is luxurious is putting it mildly. You could feel the quality of leather, the ambiance and lighting made it difficult too not feel important. I never felt particularly wealthy, l mean, I've never had to deal with doing without but I knew there were those who did. Emily had an aww to her that told me she might have seen some more difficult times in her life. Maybe that's why I wanted to help her so much. She's a pain in the ass, but she deserves a little help from time to time. I mean I'm glad she doesn't mind going nude, not because I want to see her naked although it's not going to be something I'll soon forget I'm sure, but mainly because she didn't even have clothes. Honestly beside her phone and whatever she can stuff in her little hand bag I don't even think she owns anything else right now. At least not until she talk's sweet to her roommate, if that even works out for her. 

I sat quietly looking out the windows and listening to the girls, hah-isn't that funny to say, the girls. I listened to them discussing the time and rather we were heading straight to the resort or going to take in some sights. It was kind of cute, the whole time, the way everything fit together, the way things felt, was almost like a dream. Like this is a moment, I may never have one like this again but as long as I have this one, I know that no matter what happens I will always remember it. I will hold onto it and regardless how hopeless life gets; when this memory comes to me I'll smile and know that everything will be alright. 

I looked over to the girls, sitting sideways facing each other and holding hands, happily chatting away at everything and nothing. Mom looked at me, just a glimpse but for the slightest second our eyes locked. My heart skipped a beat when she flashed her cute little crooked grin, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. You know that look, that eye fucking look. Then she turned back to her conversation just as Emily looked at me with those same eyes. I wasn't quite sure what would happen, but I was more than willing to find out. 

Mom decided since it was so late and it was a long ride to the seaside where Cap d'Agde was located. I would like to say that I napped all the way there but the sleep that I had gotten on the plane prevented it, so I stayed awake with eyes glued to the countryside. Mom and Emily didn't seem to have any problem finding the backs of their eyelids, especially after splitting a bottle of Champaign. It was nearly dawn from the look of it through the tinted windows by the time we arrived. 

Pulling up to the hotel, we were met by two staff and I could immediately tell that this was not your normal hotel. It stood five stories high and you could easily tell the architect that designed the building not only knew what he was doing, but was also expressive and artistic. Modern and direct, but the look of the place wasn't nearly as striking as the naked couples roaming about. In fact I think only the driver, staff and we were clothed. We followed the staff members, both dressed in tight short-sleeved shirts and short-shorts, obviously French but with a decent understanding of English. 

Stepping into the hotel was like Stepping into a different world. A universe filled with flesh and debauchery, everywhere you looked there were people going on with the morning as if the nudity was normal, which I guess here it was. Apparently something else considered normal here was fucking were ever you feel like. There were groups of flesh everywhere going at it pretty hot and heavy, over in a sitting area was a woman on her knees sucking not one, not two but three men off as they read the morning paper and moaned, while drinking there go-go juice. Just over by the front desk was a gorgeous spectacle as three women, caught up in fondling, licking and sucking themselves to sexual bliss. There were couplings scattered like land mines throughout the giant lobby; the whole thing was a little much to dive into. Sure, every dude I know would say how awesome this is and how they would jump right in, but you don't get it till you're in a situation like this. I am far from a prude, but I'm not sure I'm ready for something like this.

I think all three of us were so red we probably looked like sun burnt Americans and we haven't even been to the beach yet. "Hello madam and madam and monsieur, welcome to the Ozo' inn, the poshest hotel in this gorgeous paradise." A well-dressed French man asked walking towards us. If you haven't taken notice, this is not a how you say, run of the mill hotel. It is for nudists and swingers mainly and anyone who stays must be over eighteen. I imagine you haven't come here by mistake because we are reservation only, who might they be under so we may get you checked in."

Mom offered her hand politely, "You will find the reservations under Murrel. We have a majestic sweet."

"Oh miss Murrel, of course. I've been waiting for you, umm I believe the rsvp is only for two, will you be needing another bed?" he asked smiling, his big bulging eyes googling over my mother's massive cleavage. 

"I'm not sure, we'll send for one if we decide we do." she said leading Emily and me to the elevator that the gentleman gestured to.

"As you say Madam Murrel." 

The lift had a sign hung against the back wall in five different languages and they all come down to the same warning "no sex in the elevator." I snickered at the obvious reasons but it tempted me. Like the song goes "love in an elevator." I always wanted to try it but obviously, it wasn't permitted here. Soon the lift came to a settling stop and dinged.

"Just follow me," the guide said leading us two doors down. "Anything you need is in the folder by the telephone, not only is all of the hotel information in there, such as menus and information on services and events," he paused for a moment sweeping a badge connected to a lanyard across a square locking mechanism on the doors. He then opened the door and stood waiting with his hands behind his back. His mustached grin made me want to poke him in his eye. The girls would probably say he's handsome or smooth; he reminds me of a weasel. "After you, but it also has a full map and a complete lay out of everything the resort has to offer from clubs to shopping to the beach and even medical facilities. If you need anything at all you call the desk and ask for me personally day or night. Are there any questions?"

"Yes," my mother said lounging back in a big chair with a huge circle pillow for a seat and a half circle arching back with a satin feel. "What's your name?" she said, sounding like she was making a demand rather than a question.

"Oh yes, of course forgive me, such lovely ladies make me forget myself, I am Alfonse."

"Well thank you Alfonse, here." My mother said digging into her handbag.

"Oh no, please, we do not accept gratuities here miss. This is a pleasure, serving you." He said bowing and laying the key card and another just like it on a table by the door that reminded me of an hourglass. He turned and left, shutting the door behind him.

About a second later, Emily was jumping up and down like a chipmunk. "Oh my god can you believe this place, it's just too much." you would think she had slept the whole way there, oh yeah, because she did.

"Yea, it's a little bit more than I expected." I said grumbling. 

"Oh don't be such a party pooper dude, just look at this place."

She was right, the room was gorgeously posh I guess you could say. Big framed pictures of the female form in shadowy lighting adorned the walls, each one depicting an odd pose that accentuated the curves and sex of the subjects form. The tan carpet was thick, plush, and the furniture oversized and inspired by circles similar to the furniture down stairs. I come to realize that it was designed for fucking on comfortably. There was a little kitchenette that had everything from a dorm fridge to a small two-burner glass-cooking surface. Of course if you didn't want to go through the trouble of cooking there was always the microwave and an eight-cup coffee maker for those early mornings. Of course, I was looking forward to enjoying a le café from the people who created it. 

There was only one other door in the room except for the sliding glass doors. I walked in to find one of the biggest and most romantic beds ever, it followed the same round motif as the rest of the furniture but with a bit of an old world feel. A purple satin canopy circled the bed with a light valance that made the purple shimmer in the right light. There were no tv's except for one in the living room, but more pictures on the walls. The bathroom was open to the left side of the room. A sink and commode sat in the corner, right next to that was a completely glass shower, big enough to fit three or four at a time with double showerheads. In the middle of all that built into the floor and surrounded by marble looking tiny tiles sat the Jacuzzi. All ready foamy and bubbling with the slight scent of chlorine and jasmine in the air. 

I grinned, that is just what I need. I thought slipping my shirt and toeing my shoes off before yanking down my shorts. I was jet lagged and spent. I could use a good sterile soak. The water was hot stepping in, it took a couple of minutes to get used to the temperature but soon I found myself grinning ear to ear and in total relaxation, the bubbles messaging my balls. You know the feeling; I imagine even women feel it to. I had to sit up for danger of falling asleep. 




The Term Paper Ch. 04



"Oh my god dude, you hafta come see this view it's. Holy shit, there's a Jacuzzi! " Emily said, her eyes almost bugging out her sockets. "oh my god, I've never been in a hot tub before," she leaned out the door way. "Hey Dave's mom, come on there's a hot tub. Dave beat us to it." She laughed as she ducked back in stripping her clothes off. It wasn't until then that I noticed her clothes. They were filthy; something told me she had been wearing them for more than just a couple days. They were even tattered in places. I knew she was having a hard time, but just how hard I wasn't for sure. After her shirt there was no bra and after her shorts there were no panties. I realized she didn't even have shoes, just sandals. "Ooh, this is warm." She purred carefully stepping into the water. 

My eyes drank in her slim, young body. I hadn't expected to be so physically attracted to her, her long toned legs, the cute way her petite hip bones stuck out and her cute little tummy ring. Her mound was even sexy almost bulging, chubby in its own way, nestled between her tender thighs with a trimmed, downy soft and glittery gold landing strip. Her tiny breasts were a little less tiny than I thought but no more than a B cup, nipples perky and blush punk, clearly hard, the tiny little nubs sticking out and ready. I swallowed, gulping with my eyes glued to her thin fragile neckline, following it down to her collar and then back to her breasts as she settled down into the tub, the water rising over them. 

"See something you like dude?" she chuckled scooting closer, wrapping her arms around mine, snuggling her head on my shoulder. "Do you remember what I said on our way off the plane?"

I took a slow beep breath, completely relaxed and honestly, I felt like I was high on something. I don't know why but I leaned my head against hers gently. "Mmmm, you mean when you were like "hurry up Dood, come on dude, wake up dude."" I jokingly mocked.

"No, you ass; I mean when I was acting stupid and I said you wanted to kiss Me." her voice sounded low, intoxicatingly sexy.

"Ye, ye, yeah, I remember that." I stuttered, curious as to where she was going with this. "What about it?"

She lifted her head and brought her eyes up to mine, grinning softly, the end of her long blonde ponytail wiggling in the bubbling water. "I wouldn't mind it if you did, you know-want to kiss me."

That woke me up, I must have looked like a chicken looks half way over the road but staring into two bright headlights beating down on him, before SPLAT! Road kill. I was more than a little flattered; hell I was downright turned on; but what would mom say? I mean were kind of a thing. I became a little anxious but there was only one thing to do.

"I, I can't Emily, I wish I could but I'm attached to someone already and I don't think she'd appreciate it very much." I said regretfully, and with more than just a little disappointment. "I'm sorry."

"Oh I don't think she'd mind," came my mother's voice from right behind us, she must have snuck in because I didn't know she was there listening. She was already naked; probably shed her clothes in the living-room area of the overly luxurious chambre.

Watching mom step into the tub to the left of me, opposite of Emily made me realize just how opposite they really were. Mom had cascading waves of dark hair where Emily's flowed straight down and a bit shorter than mom's. My mother was much broader and a good few inches taller, but the one thing that stuck out like a red thumb was obviously the difference in their breasts, like night and day. Emilie's young, quaint and perky with small round pink nipples whereas mom's where absolutely bodacious, mature, heavy and probably bigger than a double D, soft and supple. Then of course there hips, moms were wide and turned from giving birth were Emily's were certainly curvy in a petite way. And mom's pussy was baby smooth, shaved just yesterday specifically for the trip. Her mature folds and deep labia glistening, Emily of course, was sporting the landing strip.

I looked up at mom as she sat down and wrapped her arms around my free one, just as Emily. "After all, your young, I think she'd cut you some slack." she said dismissively, shrugging her shoulders.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding. "Are you sure mom, because I know if she were kissing another man I'd be a little, if not a lot upset over it." I stared her in the eyes making sure she knew that I meant every word. 

"Well son, I know for a fact that she is more than content with the man she has and would discuss any changes with you. But this woman that your attached to understands that you're a man and a young one at that. I'm sure she would have no problem with this situation." she said shrugging again.

"But don't you thi..." I began protesting but there was pressure against my cheeks as Emily suddenly turned my face to her and stared into my eyes.

"Your mommy gave you permission, now fucking kiss me lover boy." and she pulled my lips to hers, I had no choice than to surrender, her fingers digging into my cheeks, forcing my mouth open, but she didn't have to squeeze very hard before I gave in, wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her up to me. She was so light I was afraid I might crush her fragile body. Our tongues explored the others, hers-a great deal smaller than what I was used to but I guess I never noticed the tongue ring. It was different but in a good way. She tasted sweet and fresh, kissing with a passionate ferocity. She let her hand slip from my face to my chest, sliding up onto my leg. She gasped and moaned softly, feeling my rock hard cock rubbing against her leg.

Her hand slowly slid down my chest and gently around my cock. My hips nudging as she rubbed her fingers up and down my shaft getting an idea of my size. I was going to stop her but my mother squeezed my arm, whispering "it's, ok." In my ear.

My head fell back as Emily nibbled and sucked at my neck, thrusting her sweet little pussy against my thigh, her hand pumping my cock under the water. "Oh god," I moaned as my chest slowly rose and fell with each deep breath. 

My mother shoved my hand between her thighs, even in the water I could feel her slippery juices, sliding two fingers up inside her. "You know she wants to fuck you son, should I let her, do you want her?" she whispered in my ear.

My head swam as my hips gently thrust with Emily's. I needed to focus on my mothers words, I didn't know what to say, I did want her, I did want to fuck her, but I didn't want to hurt my mother, she meant more to me than getting laid. "I, I don't know." I whimpered as my cock spasmed in Emily's grip, her head nuzzling into my shoulder.

I felt my mother's pussy tighten around my fingers as I worked them in a circle, my thumb finding her large excited clit hanging out from under its hood. "Oh yes," she moaned biting my shoulder. "What if I want you to, what if momma wants to see you fuck her, would you then?"

"Oh god yes," I moaned, tightening my arm around Emily bringing her mouth back up to mine. We hungrily gave in, or tongues wrapping around one another. I relished in the irony of the moment, French kissing in France. 

Emily rose, spreading her legs and wrapping them around my hips, sitting down on my lap, my hard cock nested between her tiny little cunt lips. " Please, please fuck me. I want you inside, I need you inside Me.," she whispered.

Suddenly there was a hand around my cock, Emily lifted her ass as my mother guided me inside her. I couldn't believe what was happening, Emily sank down onto me slowly, being filled and waiting while she adjusted to my size before sinking down a little more, moaning in my ear. The whole time mom was rubbing her back and whispering, "Its ok sweetie, take your time, my baby's a big boy, just take your time."

Emily's pussy was good and slick, but she was tight, really tight. Suddenly she slammed down screeching as she impaled herself on my entire length. I could feel her cunt clenching around me. She gasped, shuddering; her arms wrapped around my neck her forehead resting against mine. "Take your time; I'm fine snuggled right where I am." I whispered.

She smiled, her breath smelled warm and sweet, "You feel amazing snuggled there to. If I could I'd keep you there forever." That's when I realized things would never be the same after this. They say that change is constant, that is an understatement. We kissed delicately, full of passion and hunger, but something was different, deeper. 

She slowly slid up my cock, pulling her hips back, and then forward; shaking, grunting and shivering as she buried me deep, stretching her, filling her in a way she had never been before or not that I knew anyway. 

We slowly rocked back and forth as she relaxed, she soon began thrusting a little faster and harder, her whole body shaking. I felt a hot jet of liquid spray against me. She clenched onto me from inside, caressing me and holding me tight.

"Are you ok" I asked as she shuddered throughout her limbs.

"Y, yes. Ju, just don't m, move." she whispered. 

We sat there like that, my cock buried deep in Emily's cunt and my fingers deep within my mother, fucking her with my hand, her whimpers like music in the air. Suddenly Emily leaned over and kissed my mother, I mean kissed my mother. Just as passionately as she'd kissed me and to my surprise my mother did the same, returning the kiss with just as much eagerness. It was the hottest moment of my life. She slowly began moving her hips again as a shudder of pleasure waved through me. My mother's cunt quivered, hungrily grasping my fingers, the water sloshing and spraying the tile with moisture.

Emily thrust forward, rocking her hips, "oh, oh, oh yes." she cried, all her muscles inside pushed and squeezed me like a vice. Her stomach tightening as her twat tightened, rippling around me. I wrapped my big arm around her tiny frame and held her tight, pumping deep and fast, in and out of her sweet pussy. 

"Oh my, fffffuck, Oh Shit!" she squealed, I could feel her ass clenching and spasming with her insides, gushing her girl juice all over me, washing quickly away in the hot roiling water. Her cunt felt silky and slick but clenched me so hard I thought she was swallowing my cock from the inside, her spasming quim sucking me as I filled her, pumping my seed, quenching a hunger deep down inside her loins. Our moans, squeals and whimpers filling and echoing throughout the whole apartment, probably down the halls as well. We thrust into each other, crashing together as I spurt more and more of my seed into her hungry twat. 

We both shuddered against each other, in a strong embrace. Mom gently rubbed our backs and gently kissed out shoulders and necks. Our chests rising and falling as our orgasms slowly subsided, bringing us back down from our lusty high. Emily nuzzled my ear with her nose. "I changed my mind, I think I want to stay like this forever"

I couldn't tell you when we got out, it was all like a dream. I do remember falling onto the bed just before passing out. I also remember the girls lying next to me one on each side. They kissed and groped each other over me, mom gently stroking my spent cock, bringing it back to life as I slipped off to sleep. I slept as they continued on, dreaming of their hands caressing each other and tongues swirling. They were sucking my cock, together, running their tongues up and down my engorged member, competing for the prize of who would taste my nectar first.



The Term Paper Ch. 05



Okay, so here's another installment, I think I'm going to finish this up in the next chapter. As always I appreciate any and all feedback and enjoy receiving any and all of your comments. This actually wound up being bigger than I had ever thought it would be but it just continued on taking twists and turns that I never thought it would take in the beginning. As always, as long as you keep reading, I'll continue writing. I find great satisfaction when I open up the "recent activity" tab and see a long line of little hearts that says this person favorited your story or that person added you to their favorite authors list. It definitely tells me I'm not just wasting my time. I know I still have a lot to learn, but I also feel I'm getting better and better with each passing tail. So thank all of you who read my stories, and without wasting any more of your time, here is chapter... 

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I awoke a few hours later around mid-day. The room was dark except for a dim light coming from the Jacuzzi. I laid there a moment, staring at the ceiling and regaining my bearings. I rolled over to find my flaccid cock and thighs, sticky with the remnants of the previous night's activities, listening to the faint sound of the girls chatting and giggling from another room. I hopped up feeling refreshed and ready for what this little corner of paradise had in store for me. My feet padded across the cold tile floor to the shower for a quickie, scrubbing clean with the fragrant soaps and shampoo, different from what I'm used to, you could tell why the French are known for making such fine perfumes and colognes.

To my surprise, there was a very smooth cutting razor and tiny can of shaving cream on a laminate shelf. The label was the same as a well-known American brand but the spelling was completely different. Well, I thought. I don't want to be the only mammoth out of the bunch. I shook up the container and pressed the top I took a good handful and spread the thick, smooth foam evenly over my abdomen and around my cock and lathered up my fleshy ball sack as well. I've never done this before so I'm figuring I should be careful. Slowly and gently, I ran the nice triple bladed disposable razor up and around my twitching cock, shaking, but trying to be as careful as possible not to slice myself open. Besides, how would that look, walking around with a mutilated penis for everyone to see, my crotch pasted with tiny blood stained pieces of toilet tissue stuck all over my groin. I turned on the water setting the temperature, standing just out of the way as I rinsed the clumps of shaving cream and shaved hair from the razor, then I went back to mowing the lawn so to speak, shaving and rinsing and shaving and rinsing. The ball's, to my surprise seemed the most difficult, stretching and pulling the soft, loose skin this way and that in order to make it tight so I don't slice myself. Soon I was finished, and rinsed off in the water, admiring the differences. Shaving had made my cock look bigger, younger, and the air felt good on the bare skin too. The rushing water made my cock flinch as it ran down over my naked flesh, washing away the remains of my pubic hair off and down the drain.

I toweled off and tried one of the many perfumes and colognes arranged around the sink that were contained in odd shaped glass bottles, each one stranger than the one before. The smooth colored surfaces of the glass shined with unpronounceable names. I gave a tiny sprit into the air; the first one to feminine, the second way to musky, but the third smelled sweet yet manly. I doused myself in it realizing the first rule of shaving your cock, never, ever spray cologne on your junk after you just man-scaped. My entire groin felt like someone lit a match and set it on fire. I ran over to the sink in a panic trying to splash cold water onto my burning balls but it wasn't working. In a fever, I jumped back in the shower, turning the cold knob on full blast and grabbing the removable showerhead. I leaned back against the tiled wall and sighed, finding delight in the dick-shriveling ice-cold spray of water that doused the burn and left me shivering. I chuckled at myself turning the water off, stepping out and patting dry again.

I was half-tempted to put clothes on but forgot where I was and the reason I was here, it's kind of stupid to wear clothes at a nudist resort, so I opted for my birthday suit. I promised I would do this for my mother and that's what I'm going to do. Speaking of my mother, I'm not sure exactly what was happening here, one things for certain though, this is not the family friendly, laid- back paradise I thought it would be. Instead it turns out to be a swingers hunting ground. I felt like I was way out of my element here, more like a lamb than a lion. I had no idea what was next. I was also curious where this left Emily and me, or if it even left us anywhere at all; and what impact would the fact that I fucked her have on mine and mom's relationship. It was all obviously new to me; my inexperience in these situations was more than a little apparent. I felt nervous and hungry, like a rolling storm was splashing around in my empty gut, but I know I have to figure things out, the best way to do that is to just relax and see where things go I guess.

Now I know most guys out there would be like "damn dood, you're in the middle of all this awesome sex and surrounded by mad pussy, you should feel like you're in heaven." If I was on the outside looking in, I would probably feel the same way, but it's different when you're on the inside looking out and you've never really been on the inside before. I've only been with two ... err, well three women now, and one of them my own mother. The other is an adopted cousin on my father's side that I lost my virginity too. We romped around for a little bit while her and my aunt stayed for a couple weeks after my uncle passed, but obviously, I don't have a lot of experience. I'm no shrewd like my father but I'm still figuring some things out. Then again last night was pretty awesome, Emily and mom were amazing. I'm not exactly sure what happened while I was sleeping, but I feel a little like I missed out on something incredible. Even though I'm still trying to figure things out I do know this much, I want more of what I'm getting and don't intend to stop now, not until I have to anyway. After all, I don't want to hurt anyone, or be hurt for that matter. I do not want to be the villain my father is nor the victim my mother was.

The living area of the lavishly decorated main room was dim and empty, there were a couple bottles of Champaign emptied on the little breakfast table with two empty flutes, mom's bright red lipstick decorating the rim of one with a smudge of crimson. I could hear the girl's sweet voices, the sound of them laughing and chatting traveled from the open sliding glass door that I'm figuring leads to a balcony. I was reluctant to join them, afraid that I might ruin there obviously joyful moment of bonding, but also because I'm not, (in case you couldn't tell from my behavior on the plane ride here,) particularly fond of heights. Nevertheless, as I stepped through the open door way and as the sky came into view I was immediately glad I did.

I had never seen the ocean before; the closest I ever had gotten was a large manmade lake a few miles south of where I lived. It completely fails in comparison to such a massive wonder of nature as the open ocean. I could hear the sound of waves crashing even from this far up. I read plenty of books that spoke about fresh salty air, but I never imagined anything like this, the sun hanging mysteriously low painting the sky in brilliant reds, yellows, oranges and purples. It's brilliant reflection shimmering on the surface of rippling waves, the water giving the colors a murky blue-green tint. Absolutely gorgeous I whispered, holding on to another one of those lasting memories that I would forever cherish. Just these moments alone made this trip worth it for me.

I stood staring at mom and Emily; drinking in the warm colors caressing the soft surface of their skin, savoring there naked forms, from there round shapely asses and slope of their backs shrouded by the long locks of hair, to the feminine curves of their bearing hips. They stood elbow to elbow giggling and pointing to something off in the distance, whispering secrets among themselves, leaning over the rail, their breasts no doubt dangling freely over with a taut perkiness. I grinned, feeling confident as I walked up between them, leaning into their bare flesh as my hands caressed soft, smooth ass cheeks; my mother's was fuller and a bit softer than Emily's more tight and firm, yet still soft rump. I kissed, nibbling and nestling against mom's neck, then I growled, turning my head and doing the same to Emily's slim, feminine neck. 

"Good Lord son what's gotten into you?" mom giggled as I gave her butt cheek a good squeezing and rubbing, feeling the goosebumps rise on her flesh. Emily attempted to pull away; apparently, her neck is very, very ticklish.

"He's a beast," The girl screeched, giggling as she turned, quickly kissing me on the cheek and saying, "I like it, I like it a lot." 

"Yea mom I'm an animal," I said growling and sucking at her jaw and ear lobe. Emily laughed wrapping her arms around my neck.

I pulled them close to me by their waist. Mom's ass rubbing against me as Emily rose to her toes biting my neck. "Mmmm, you sure are, aren't you son." mom said seductively, holding my face as I tongued soft, sensitive ear. She grabbed my hand, gently leading it up the curve of her body from her hip to her massive, soft orbs of flesh. I growled into her neck yet again; my loins throbbing with fire, always ready and willing.

"Ha-ha, I feel something poking me," Emily said, singing, moving her hand from around my neck slowly down through the sparse hairs on my chest. She stopped, teasing my hard little nipple a bit, driving me even crazier than before. She moved slowly down and around my navel then slower still until finding my bare stiff rod. "Now that, I definitely like a lot." she purred, smiling like a Cheshire kitten, grasping me firmly in her hand. "Your insatiable, you know that?" She said, her sexy whispered words mingling with her warm breath on my prickling neck.

"No, my baby just has a healthy appetite, that's all" mom said, her words sweet and breathy as her soft lips gently kissed mine. 

"Speaking of appetites, I am literally starving." I groaned, my stomach gurgling in agreement.

"I guess so," mom said, her and Emily giggling like little school girls. "It just so happens that we have reservations for dinner and the chef apparently has a special dish for us." 

"Really, why would the chef care who we are?" I asked scratching my head in confusion.

"Well I guess since I paid for the sweet and the highest package it gives us VIP status, might as well take advantage of it." mom explained sauntering her hips as she slowly walked to the doorway and back into the room, my arm already feeling the loneliness of her absence.

Emily and I smiled at each other, almost reading one another's thoughts we both shrugged our shoulders together. "Might as well" we said humorously at the exact same time. We laughed, holding hands, following mom inside, Emily kissing my cheek before slipping in through the doorway.

"Just give me a couple of moment's ok kids." mom said vanishing into the bedroom and shutting the door before we could give an answer.

I sat back in a round seat as Emily drained the contents of a Champaign bottle into the flute without the lipstick smudge. She walked over to the dimmer switch on the wall turning the lights up a bit and taking a sip of bubbly, her slim hips swaying with each step. Dusk began to turn into night as day two of our vacation reached the late hours. Emily came over and sat on my lap, draping herself around me, smiling. She put the flute to my lips and tilted it as I sipped, relishing the sweet fizzy taste, easily able to tell the difference between the droll I've had before, compared to the lively flavor of good Champagne. A little dribbled from my lips and down my chin, flowing down my neck were Emily stopped it; lapping the drop with her tongue, licking up the sweet sticky trail it left behind till she came to my lips, tenderly sliding her tongue inside my mouth wanting. I groaned, as she hungrily invaded me, exploring my tongue with hers.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and mom walked out dressed in heels and black silk stockings with matching arm sleeves that circled around her thumbs, light shining off the smooth fabric. I was speechless; mom looked like a sexy goddess, a walking, talking embodiment of all that turned me on. "Well?" she asked raising her arms, slowly twisting around to give Emily and me a good look at all her sweet angles. 

"Umm hu, hu, hot. I, I , I would say hu, hu, hot." I stuttered like an idiot with my tongue rolling down to the floor. 

"I understand why you're in love with your mom Dood, I'd be in love with my mom to if she looked like that." Emily whispered, her eyes transfixed on my mother's ass. I wasn't shocked that she figured things out, mom didn't help the matter last night, but she was taking it better than I thought she would. Still, I'm not sure how things are going to work when we get home. She could always use this as some kind of leverage or something, but I didn't think she would do anything like that really. Not with the way she's snuggled up to me now. 

Mom tossed the key card lanyard over her neck with a small little square pouch she carries our ids and credit cards in. "So are we ready because I have to agree, I'm famished." She said waiting for us at the door. She didn't have to ask twice, we were up and following her out, the door making a hiss and click as it closed and locked behind us. 

The hall was a little busy. We passed by a couple making out as the guy attempted swiping his key and unlocking the door without looking, a hot well-tanned blonde taking most of his attention. A bellhop came stepping out of a room pushing an empty service cart, smiling as we passed, his eyes googling the gorgeous women I have surrounding me. We made it into the elevator just as it dinged, letting three lean and muscular guys off, escorting a very lovely girl that looked like the type that would be a cheerleader for a professional football team; her hands fisted, jerking up and down rapidly around two of the big beefy men's cocks as they walked down the hall. Mom, Emily and I laughed feeling a bit alien but curiously adapting to the whole place. We got on the lift and I stood between both women, my arms wrapping around there waists. I looked over to Emily and tenderly kissed her, licking her top lip before turning and bending my head down and taking my mother's huge round nipple in between my lips, nibbling and sucking at the perky little nub.

"Mmmm, there's that appetite again huh Emily?" she said, Emily giggling from the other side.

"Like I said, he's insatiable." Emily teased gently giving my hard cock a squeeze.

All three of us jumped instinctively when the elevator dinged. There was a couple waiting for the lift, a short haired, skinny man with a well-groomed mustache, arm and arm with a short brown haired woman, older than him by decades, hell older than mom. She was short with big glistening brown eyes. Her skin was a little wrinkly but not unattractive, I couldn't help but notice the groomed landing strip that lead to her slightly sagging labia. 

The man mumbled something off in French, they laughed and then the woman threw her head back. She looked at us rambling off in another language I couldn't understand. "Hmmm" was all we got before she spoke again, this time in an obviously different accent. We still looked at her, blinking and dumb founded. She tapped her chin with a finger, concentrating as she glared at us. "Ok, how bout English?" she said like she was trying to reason with us or attempting to strike a bargain.

Blown away, I shook my head in disbelief as she clapped quietly. "He say, he can spot newbies." she chuckled pointing her finger and eyeing my half-stiff cock, a wide smile lining across her face. 

"Oh, is it that obvious" mom laughed looking at me, rubbing her hand softly up and down my back, giving me chills despite the tropical heat.

"Yes, you are, umm-how you say, guarded, but that will go away in time." she smiled walking into the lift and putting a hand on my mother's shoulder. "You will open up in time, I be happy to help if it please." She whispered in mom's ear.

My mother blushed as the woman let her fingertips barely touch mom's skin and slowly slid her hand down to my mother's ass. "Mmmm," my mother groaned leaning forward and French kissing the mature woman. More irony, but it was fucking sexy, they openly wrapped their tongues hungrily. "I appreciate the offer, but not right now." mom whispered in the woman's ear, biting her lip, her whole body turning red and filling with passionate heat.

"Oh pooh" the woman pouted sticking her bottom lip out like a child. 

"Sorry dear." mom said rubbed a finger under the ladies chin as the three of us left the elevator. Mom's heels clicking and clacking on the tiny mosaics that made up the dining rooms floor.

In all respects, the dining room was a very fancy patio. It was a wide room with the far wall and half of the left and right walls cut away to reveal a gorgeous torch lit view of the beach. There were tables situated with black cloth table clothes and little glass globes, emanating with candle light. Of course, the staff was the only ones wearing clothes, elegantly skittering from table to table like worker ants busily doing their jobs to please the diners. The air filled with the clanking sound of silverware against the China dishes and the most amazing scent of fine cuisine, making my stomach growl once again , reminding all of us just how hungry we were.

"Hello Ms. Murrel, we have been expecting you." peeped a slinky little mocha skinned French girl in a tiny little top and short shorts. The girl was even smaller than Emily with long beaded braids. "Please, if you will, follow me?" She directed walking away, her ass wiggling off to a special far off table in the right most corner with a serene, well-lit view. We sat in the high-backed, comfortable, red velvet seats with a dark cherry finish that made me feel like royalty.

After setting and getting a good view of the rest of the room, I noticed two doorways; one on each side of the elevator. the best part of the room that stood out more than anything was the old world Muriel painting that stretched the whole wall end to end depicting a French country side, a beautiful dusk in the background of a vineyard and an old stone villa. Suddenly the server was filling my glass with wine from an ice bucket sitting on the middle of the table. "The chef has a special menu picked for you this evening, "A delectable culinary experiment." as he calls it. All I know is it looks and smells amazing. I will be back soon to present your meal." She said turning about, my eyes glued to her ass again as she briskly rushed away. Wrapping her way through the crowd and disappearing into the doorway closest to our seats. 

Moments later another of the worker ants brought a basket full of fresh made garlic bread, the garlic butter still melting and dripping from the light crispy crust. I had never tasted better bread in my life and doubt I ever will again.

I think I speak for more than myself when I say it was really hard not to fill up on the bread alone. Thankfully, soon after the breads arrival, the server returned with a cart and a young gentle man. The cart was equipped with a series of burners like a gas grill. The gentleman clapped his hands twice and rambled a bit about something. Then the small girl cleared her throat saying. "He says that he is the sue chef and is more than pleased to present you with the appetizer that the chef has picked out for you this evening. The chef himself has prepared it, this gentleman will only cook and present the dish." Then the waitress took a step back, nodding to the gentleman dressed in the normal white chef's coat and muffin topped hat. He went straight to work grabbing a skillet from the shelf underneath and spinning it before putting it on the burner and grabbed a clear squeeze bottle of what I figured was some type of oil that he squirt a long stream of, into the skillet. He removed the lid from a silver platter with sections of different foods, veggies, some chunks of meat, grapes and pineapples.




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He slid everything into the skillet and tossed everything up into the air with a flick of his wrist, chunks of ingredients cascading into the air and then raining back down into the skillet. He pulled a couple sprigs of herbs out and chopped them up in little Julian ribbons so fast I couldn't tell where his hand began and the knifes-blade ended; he scraped it into the pan off the blades edge and grabbed the skillets handle once more, flicking everything up again. He sat out three dishes, heaping big spoons full of steamy rice looking stuff. He topped each dish with a gracious amount of what was simmering in the skillet, piping hot and deliciously fragrant. The waitress stepped forward handing the dishes out one at a time as the cook rambled on. After the sue chef finished speaking in his alien tongue the waitress stood on the fronts of her feet interpreting. "He says for your enjoyment a fusion of French and Asian cuisine. Hearty beef stir-fry on a blanket of ginger infused cuscus. He say thank you and it has been his honor to cook for you."

I looked around the table waiting for someone to take the first bite of this artistic sweet scent of the pineapples mingling with the earthy scent of herbs and spices. Finally mom looked to the sue chef and then to the waitress. "It is an honor to be cooked for." she said as plainly as she could and then took a big steamy bite.

The cook smiled proudly, bowing before saying "bon apatite" the sue chef and little perky server turned, pulling the cart away as the three of us oohed and ahhed over each delectable bite. There was a tangy hint to the cuscus, the veggies were cooked through but still fresh with the infusion of the beef and grapes and pineapple. It was a circus of flavor in my mouth and my taste buds wanted a repeat performance.

"Damn Dood, breathe a little while your shoveling will you." Emily laughed as I scarfed up every morsel. I grinned, nodding and then began shoveling the food in again, making Emily laugh even harder.

Mom took a drink from her wine, shaking her head giggling, trying not to spill any. "Men."

The rest of the meal continued like this. The main course consisting of three courses, a grilled fish of some kind, blackened with a lemony cream sauce that I really didn't think I'd like but couldn't get enough of, tasting a little bit like bar b q chicken with a zesty sauce, then there was a lobster and spinach salad topped in a sweetened kind of Caesar dressing. By the time I was finished with all of that there was not a bite left and I felt ready to explode, but then they sent out a twice-baked potato and clam chowder, served in a round crunchy bread.

I leaned back and belched rudely, "Sorry my bad, not much room left over here, I'd unbutton my pants if I was wearing any." I japed.

"Oh god don't, don't make me laugh, I'm too full it hurts, it hurts." Emily giggled trying to maintain as she rubbed her cute, bloated little belly.

"Well get ready kids because there's still dessert." mom grumbled trying to shove in one last bite before slumping down into the chair like the rest of us.

Shortly after the cute little waitress returned with a very lean and clean cut waiter pushing a cart. I could not believe my eyes, it was a little chocolate fountain except there wasn't anything else in the cart but a small bowl of what looked like chestnuts.

"And for dessert I have something most special. In case you have not noticed, this is a warm chocolate fountain, but it is not your ordinary fountain-No; the base of this fountain, this ring here," she said pointing at the base. " Is always drenched in the warming chocolate. That ring is a mocha, fudge brownie, chocolate cake; kept warm by the constant flow of rich milk chocolate." she smiled and bowed as the worker ant cut wedges of the cake that was literally drenched in milk chocolate and slid them onto white square plates before setting them in front of us. "Now as you wish, when you're ready, the desert will keep, the chocolate is hardening into a shell as we speak. I will be back shortly in case you need anything else." 

I was completely entranced staring at the dessert and it's hardening chocolate shell, following the grooves in the smooth texture when suddenly I was interrupted. "Wow, I can't believe It." a deep male voice cut through, making me flinch out of my trance. 

"Pardon me?" my mother chirped sitting back up, correcting her posture and attempting to switch back into "lady" mode.

"Oh no, my apologies for intruding but you're the first other American family that my daughter and I have seen since we've arrived."

"Ahh, how long have you been here for?" my mother chatted, a smirk curving at the corner of her mouth.

"Well sadly tomorrow will be our last day, too bad you didn't arrive a week earlier, surely, we would have run into each other sooner." He was tall and built big in more ways than one, his salt and pepper hair was pulled back into a short ponytail. His skin was tan, of course no lines. He had to be in his forties.

"And what makes you think we're a family?" My mother asked leaning over the table and propping her chin on the palm of her hand sheepishly with dreamy eyes.

"May we join you?" the gentleman asked ushering to the one empty seat, then waving across the room as he sat down opposite me, next to my mother. Both of them More than amused with each other, I wasn't sure how I felt about this but the tight knot twisting in my chest, igniting an angry fire inside me, was making me sweat as I grit my teeth, regardless of the fresh sea breeze blowing over my skin.

Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a curvy little shape. I turned around to see a very young, very shapely girl coming towards us with a worker following behind her and carrying a chair for the breathtaking girl. 

"Here please." She said pointing to the small nook between Emily and me. I instinctively grabbed my seat, shifting over, making room for hers. I didn't realize till it was too late that this actually put me closer to the man my mother seemed in chanted by and I could feel the holes that Emily's eyes were burning through me as I took in the sight of this perfect little creature. "Thank you." the young girl said dismissing the waiter and taking a seat, tightly wedged between Emily and I. Her voice was sweet and feminine compared to Emily's more scratchy sound. I suddenly felt guilty for comparing the two girls for some reason; I was growing kind of fond of Emily.

There was something about this girl though, she was young and plump in the hips and tummy, shorter than Emily by a couple of inches. Her skin was a light bronze, again no lines, her budding breast were young and pert with soft swollen pink nipples, the pinkest I've ever seen, almost like bubble gum. She was smooth and silky and baby skinned. I only caught a glimpse of her round ass, but that glimpse is all I need to make my mouth water. Her reddish hair twisted in long bouncy curls, sparkling in the moon light like champagne bubbles. Her eyes were shimmering green jewels and she sat very straight and proper. She's the opposite of Emily, I thought making myself feel guilty again.

"Have you introduced us father?" she asked reaching over and taking a bite of my cake, forgetting to ask till her mouth was crammed full, like a cute little chipmunk. I never wanted to be a fork so bad in my life

"No I haven't, where are my manners? My name is Paul and this is Cherry, how appropriate my youngest, I have another but she had to stay home." He explained, helping himself to a glass of wine.

"Yes, sissy is studying to take the bar next week." Cherry said 

Sneaking another bite of my cake.

"If you want it you can have it, I can't eat anymore and there's plenty." I offered, scooting the plate over to her.

"I really shouldn't but it's all so good." 

"So how old are you?" Emily interrupted, her voice piercing with contempt just as cherry was taking another tiny bite.

"I just turned eighteen yesterday..." she mumbled, putting her hand to her lips with a mouth full. I sat back, drinking her in, taking a real good look of her. 

"Well this is Davie my one and only, this is Emily and I'm Liz." Mom said pointing each of us out.

"Are you a single parent as well?" Paul asked ogling over my mother's enormous breasts as he crossed his legs, cupping both hands around a knee.

" Not exactly single, but recently divorced, I, It's complicated."

"Divorce always is, what happened did an admirer make you leave him?" Paul prodded.

"No he left me." my mother said frowning and staring off to the torch-lit beach.

"Oh wow, I mean that's just certifiable, he's obviously not of sound mind to be out on the streets if he left someone as attractive as you." Paul said smiling a big jack-o-lantern grin. He obviously thought he was clever, I wanted to shove a fist into his big white clever grin.

"Don't worry; she's been well taken care of." I snipped. Paul's smile growing even bigger and brighter if that's even possible.

"Davie, I have no doubt about that, but sometimes grownups need the company of other grownups."

"And sometimes of the young ones need time to." His daughter added. "Shall we?" She got up and looked to Emily. "Come on it's better than just sitting here. Let's go have some fun." she chimed waving a cuffed hand in front of Emily's face.

I don't know what it is exactly that she has but whatever it is I'm going to find out because Emily's eyes grew as big as fried eggs. "Yeah come on dude, let's go have some fun."

I looked over at mom to be sure she would be okay. She nodded taking another drink of her wine and staring off into Paul's eyes. "Its fine baby, go have some fun." The three of us got up and headed towards the ocean, reluctantly, I left my mother to the big bad wolf. 

Emily giggled at something cheery was whispering in her ear. "So Cherry, where's your mom?" I huffed trying to keep up.

"Dead, cancer. I don't like to talk about it." She said strait and bluntly.

"Shit. I'm sorry." I apologized, feeling like a freaking idiot.

"It's ok, you didn't know." She turned and walked to a torch sticking about four feet out of the sand. She held something up to the flame and then put it to her lips, puffing on it till the end blazed like tiny hot coals. She bounced back kicking little waves of sand with each step and exhaling a large cloud of smoke that rolled from her lips before handing Emily the joint. Emily took a long drag, and then looked directly at me blowing the smoke in my face. Lost in the puff of smoke, I waved my hands and looked around searching.

The girls laughed at me but I ignored it until Emily asked. "What are you doing?"

I looked at her confused. "Can't you smell that? There's a skunk out here somewhere." which sent the girls into a fit of laughter. They tried to control it, but every time they looked up at the seriousness on my face, they fell back down rolling in the sand. Finally I sat down shaking my head until Emily tried handing me the rolled up cigarette. "I don't smoke." I said realizing where the smells coming from and also realizing what they found so funny.

"Tonight you do." Emily said in a very sincere way. I looked at her hand, holding out for me to take it, she looked precious to me, her legs drawn, her knees under her resting chin. 

"Fuck it." I whispered as I took a deep breath and grasped it between my fingertips before she released her hold on it. I put it to my lips and took a very light hit it first. I mean this is the first time I've done anything like this, up until now I've been a loner other than mom so I've never really been tested by peer pressure. I guess I'm failing under the weight, I put it to my lips again this time taking a much bigger and deeper drag, I shouldn't have. I burst into a coughing fit, my throat and nasal passages burned as the smoke rolled out like someone was punching me from inside my lungs.

The girls broke into giddy laughter once again. I rolled over onto my back grinning a big dumb grin, the soft light from the torch shining in my low lidded, reddening eyes.

Cherry sat up stretching her legs out wide, open for the world to see her plump hairless cunny. I smiled when she took another deep drag while peering at me, catching me checking out her tender fleshed treasures, the slightest smile tickling the corner of her mouth. I blushed and turned to Emily to catch her rubbing her eyes out before looking away. 

I rolled over onto my hands and knees, slowly moving to her, taking her by the hand and settling back down into the white gritty sand that seemed to find its way in every crease that I had available. She looked to me with wet sad eyes and I started to get it. She is just as jealous over Cherry as I am Paul. I leaned in gently kissing her tender lips. I didn't know why she would feel this way, not about me, but it made me happy that she did.

"There, there madam, why worry when I will be leaving in the morning my sweet." Cherry said coming over to join us on her knees before taking another big drag and handing me the joint. I took a smaller hit than my last already feeling kind of drunk but different. Cherry leaned over to Emily caressing her face before bringing their lips together and kissing her tenderly. Emily's mouth opened as Cherry blew the smoke from her lungs into Emily's, and explored Emily's mouth with her tongue.

I kept taking tiny hits till I couldn't anymore, watching the two young darlings make out, groping and fondling one another. I put the joint out in the sand and marked a big circle around where I laid it . My body began heating up and my cock tingled, standing hard and proud. My eyes were glued to the two girls ravaging one another, their lusty hunger growing, their tongues dancing and caressing. Emily lowered her mouth, taking Cherry's pink, puffy nipple into her suckling lips. Cherry's skin blushed red, her head falling back as she gasped pleasurably, looking over at me with sultry eyes, her voice light and silky. "Mmmm, that feels good." She said licking her lips and staring at my cock. "I see watching the two of us has the same effect on you as it does on daddy when he watches me and sissy."

Emily and I looked at each other, smiling with wide eyes. "What do you mean Cherry?" I asked.

"Don't play the dummy with me Davie; you know exactly what I mean. We could tell; after a while so will you and your mom, there's a certain comfort between extra loving families." She snickered tossing her hair back.

Emily and I were completely thrown back, I almost wanted to deny it, call her a freak, attempt to play it off, but she was right. I could tell the way she sauntered over and spoke to her father something was different. "So you and your dad?" I prodded.

"And my sister, kind of like you three accept, and don't take this the wrong way, but I can't figure how you fit in Emily?" she said looking at my classmate curiously.

"Well, I kind of just happened." Emily shrugged looking at me for a little help explaining the situation. 

I shrugged, nodding and agreeing, "Yeah, I guess that's about right."

Cherry crossed her arms under her perky tits, pushing them up and shaking her head, looking at Emily skeptically from the corner of her thin, red, bloodshot eyes. "Bullshit, you're way too attached for "just kind of happened." My guess is you've been starry eyed for David here a while now and somehow you shimmied your way in, my guess is that you didn't quite expect all of this though."

Emily looked over to me and then back at Cherry. "Actually," she began, taking a deep shuddering breath. "I guess you're right. I've been in love with Davie for a long time now; I've been a little stalky to be honest." She said sinking down, slumping like a child in trouble.

"What do you mean?" I prodded, not sure what she was getting at exactly. 

"I... I mean I kind of followed you for a while." She said, her voice getting more and more quiet.

I didn't know exactly how to react, on one hand I was flattered and couldn't believe that she could ever want someone like me; But on the other hand I wasn't sure what she meant by followed."

"And I kind of watched you, even..." she stopped and looked away not sure if she should say whatever it was she was going to.

"Even what?" I asked.

"Even... I kind of peeped in your window at you and..."

"So you knew! You watched us. When!" I demanded the muscles and tendons in my neck tightening. "Tell me Emily, what did you see?"

She looked up with tears in her eyes, drawing her knees up and hugging herself, frightened. "I... I watched you and your mom when you two were on your beanbag. What's it matter now?" she stammered.

"There wasn't even any school that day, what the hell were you doing at my house?" I was growing more and more angry feeling like I had been played a fool just like mom hinted on the plane. 

"Oh god Davie, I'm sorry. I had finally worked up the courage to talk to you, but, but I didn't think I'd ever have a chance with someone like you." 

"What do you mean someone like me?" I asked more confused than ever, what could she possibly think, I was usually the one that no one was interested in.

"Wealthy." Cherry chimed in sitting back, sighing and crossing her legs. My eyes feasting on her young, supple, jiggling tits; rising and falling, bathed in the torch light. "She doesn't come from any money." She said plainly as if the answer was painted in big letters across the sky and I was just too dumb to catch it.

"What?" I asked looking back to Emily. "Is that true?"

"Of course it is Davey. Everyone knows your dads a big shot architect. Davey I wasn't just kicked out of my room onto the street, I got kicked out of school. That's why my roommate wanted me to blow that guy, "paying the rent" she called it. Well I might be poor white trash but I am no one's whore."

"What about your family?" I asked, trying to glue it all together.

"They lost their house and everything trying to put me through school, I can't go back there. They're living in a three room shack now because of me." She said hiding her face and her teary eyes behind her hands, her whole body quivered from her sobs. 

I didn't know what to think, even if I could understand why she made the decision she did, there were still things I needed to know. "Listen, it's okay, just tell me why you were watching my mom suck my dick." I said, trying to console Emily, rubbing her bare back as Cherry was giggling at the awkwardness of my words.

"Because I passed by the window on my way to the door and caught you carrying your mom, both of you naked. At first I wasn't sure what was going on till you two kissed." Emily paused, wiping big wet tears from her eyes with her thumb, the cool ocean breeze giving all of us goosebumps. "At first I was shocked and for some reason a little jealous, for some odd reason." she continued. "But it was your mom. I can't compete with her, she's a fucking Amazonian goddess. I was about to run away but I couldn't stop watching and I realized then, I wanted to be a part of it; it's all I could think about. Then once I was kicked out of my apartment, I didn't have anything left to lose so I figured if I could stay with the two of you for the weekend that maybe I could make you guys like me and want me, I don't know why I thought that though, no one else wants me. I swear I wasn't trying to get in the middle of your trip or anything, all this just kind of happened."

I didn't know what to say, I didn't know what I should do. I knew I would have to tell mom about it, I didn't know how should I feel, should I be angry, flattered. I don't think it matters how I should feel as much as how I feel and I feel like I may be falling for this train wreck that seems to get off by being a pain in my ass. I took her hand and pulled her to me wrapping my arms tight around her, holding her, looking into her wet, shiny eyes. "It's alright, we'll figure it out okay." I whispered peppering her with tender little kisses from her forehead and down the thin slanting bridge of her nose to her tender quivering lips. "We'll figure it out, okay." I repeated.




The Term Paper Ch. 05



She shook her head locking her eyes into mine, taking a handful of my dark hair and pulled our lips together, a loud wave crashing against the sandy shore, our mouths a torrent of breathy, lusty passion. Suddenly I felt a hand roaming over my stiffening cock. My eyes popped wide open when Cherry nudged between Emily and I, her tongue entwining with ours. A small moan escaped my lips as Cherry gently squeezed my manhood. I wonder if she could feel it throbbing in her palm. Emily's hand followed my thigh, taking my full swollen balls in her warm gentle hand, caressing them ever so softly as my heart thumped hard and fast inside my chest, my ears ringing with the beat. 

"Oh my god." I whispered, clenching my teeth, lying back on the beach as the little grains of white sand stuck to me in all the places it pleased. I didn't care, it was a small price to pay. I watched the two of them locked in a steamy porno kiss, massaging and pumping me, their tongues twisted and wrapping and sliding as my hips pushed up and wiggled underneath them. 

Emily nuzzled Cherry's neck; the young chubby girl looked down mischievously, bringing her lips to my ear and whispering. "I'm going to suck you like I do daddy." She stared, locking her gaze into mine and slowly, she slid downward, staring right into me with her glittery bedroom eyes. My head spun as the rest of the world faded out except for the three of us and the gentle rumble of the ocean waves bringing in the cool sea breeze. Cherry's lips found the sensitive, swollen head of my cock, anticipating and excited. She never took her eyes from mine; never quit grinning. When she was close, enough to lick it she started from the base and slowly ran her tongue all the way up to the tip, taking her time lapping up the dewdrops of precum.

I grunted, my head falling back, my body shivering from pleasure as much as the chilling sea air. Cherry's gentle lips took the thick mushroom of my cock into her watering mouth, flicking it with her tongue as she sucked. She slurped, taking as much of me as her little cheeks could stuff in. My chest rose and fell as I pushed my hips up, Emily joining cherry as both girls tongued my cock and each other at the same time. They licked up and down, sucking and teasing and taking turns stuffing it in their mouths. Cherry leaned over, whispering something in to Emily's ear that made her giggle. Flipping her long golden strands out of her face and slowly running her tongue up from my cock over my navel and steadily up to my chest, nibbling at each nipple before growling and sliding her tongue across my lips. She grinned, holding me by my wrists, teasing my lips again as she ran her tongue between them. Sucking and biting at them gently but hard enough for me to wince. I stretched my neck out, hungry for her kiss, for her tongue and sweet taste, our lips smashed together riding a torrent of emotion. I could feel her desperation, gave herself to me, kissing as if it was as volatile as breathing. 

I was so caught up in kissing Emily that I didn't notice cherry had moved and was standing over me, lowering herself down onto my straining tool. Cherry's young, tight pussy slowly swallowed my rod bit by bit, all the way down. She gasped adjusting to my size, I could feel inside her, snug and slick with her excitement. "Oh god Davie, oh I didn't expect this." She said, her head falling back as her budding, perfect titties rose and fell with her heavy breath. She pushed down, stretching around me, drawing me deep inside her. Cherry's sweet little cunt quivered around me as the first trickle of pleasure tingled through her. 

Emily threw a leg over my chest, straddling me. She pushed her knees down hard on my shoulders, pinning me to the sand, I was literally at their sweet mercy. Slowly, cherry began to move her hips back and forth, whimpering, moaning as she slowly slid up and down my shaft, her soft, sweet voice like a sirens song, playing through the air with the whoosh of the ocean.

Emily grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my face into her wet smooth cunt. "Oh god baby, please, I want you to taste Me." she whimpered as I slid my tongue up between her soft slippery lips. "Oh yes baby, lick me, oh god just like that, yesss."

"Oh, Oh, fuck" Cherry squealed. The adult words almost comical sounding in her sweet tiny voice. My hips shoved up meeting her thighs, the sound of our bodies slapping together adding to the erotic atmosphere. My head whirled and my body quickened as Cherry rode me harder and harder.

I shoved my tongue as deep as I could in Emily's creamy tunnel, sucking and licking, her juices glistening and covering my face. I ran my tongue up and around her little Peeking clit, slurping it in between my soft lips. She had a fist full of my hair shoving my face in deeper, grating her hips as she fucked my face, her legs shuddering and twitching. I sucked down hard onto her clit, unleashing a beast inside her, causing her to buck and cry out. "Holy fuck!"

Cherry leaned backwards grinding down on me as I pumped into her so hard she was bouncing up and down on my cock and holding on for the ride, whimpering in ecstasy. I felt her whole body seize, her moans almost screaming from her lips till she fell silent, stiffening. My orgasm came on to me like an explosion erupting, I unloaded pump after pump of my slick seed into her, washing her insides with my cum, our moans a verbal testimony to pleasure.

We collapsed and lay there a moment, high off weed and endorphins, catching our breath. We listened to the world around us touching and caressing one another under the bright moon and glistening stars, soaking in the moment, and living the better parts of life.

" I think I'm hungry again and also really thirsty." I said breaking the silence, smacking my dry, sticky lips.

"Dude, you totally have the munchies and cotton mouth. The girls declared, giggling.

"Speaking of, where's the other half of that joint?" Cherry asked, her head resting on my thigh, Emily cuddling up under my arm and nuzzling against my chest.

"It's over there in the circle I drew in the sand."

"That's kind of smart. I want you to have it, you earned It." she giggled rolling over and grabbing it before passing it over and giving it to me. She looked over to Emily. "You make sure he smokes that."

We all stood up, still a little wobbly in the legs and tried to dust the sand off each other. My semen glistened in the torchlight where it dripped out of Cherry stretched and well-fucked cunt, trailing down her thighs. Emily and me walked, my arm draped around her waist. The VIP table as well as the rest of the dining room was completely abandoned except for the tiny waitress that ran out to meet us.

"Your mistress left this for you masseur." She smiled handing me the other key card. "She says her and the SIR was going to the room."

"Thank you." Emily said snatching the lanyard for me.

"Come on guys, were going to be late." Cherry chirped, pulling Emily and me over to the elevator. I knew damn well, what was going on and even though I was overcome by jealousy when Cherry's Dad was hitting on mom, it didn't bother me so much now. I mean, I guess it's only fair; I did just shoot a load in his daughter. 

"Come on, come on" Cherry grumbled impatiently. Repeatedly, she continued thrashing the button for the lift until finally it dinged and the door slid open. Emily pulled us in, leading us to the corner of the elevator, bringing her pink blushing lips to Cherry's, running her hand over my abdomen and down to my tender balls, her gentle touch making the soft flesh of my sack tingle, bringing life back to my cock almost instantly.

I latched onto Emily's neck, sucking and nibbling at her salty, smooth skin, the taste of sweat and ocean on my lips. I breathed in the sweet musk of her, relishing in the aroma. Cherry's fingertips had found their way to the tip of my swollen rod, gently swirling them around the tiny mouth in the tip. I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth. "Cherry," I whispered nuzzling against Emily's neck. "Mmmm, so sweet."

Emily pulled from cherry's lips, her tongue slowly sliding up my neck to my lobe. She took the soft flesh in her teeth, biting my ear hard enough for me to wince. I growled, wrapping my big arms around her and pulling her body to mine, naked flesh against naked flesh. "And what about Me." she whispered, every word thick with jealousy. I chomped down, sucking hard on her neck. "Oh my, Davie." She cooed. I brought my lips to hers, as quick as a snake striking, I ran the tip of my tongue over her lips, locking my eyes to hers. "You're the spicy one baby." I said, gently yanking her head back by a fist full of her long golden locks, licking slowly over her throat and up the smooth soft curve of her chin, down into the crevasse right before I brought the tip of my tongue over her pink plump lip, sliding it into the warmth of her mouth.

The door dinged, sliding open. We giggled, attempting to find composure but finding it very difficult. I walked out into the corridor, my hard, proud cock leading the way and bouncing with every step. "I expected there to be more people around." I said looking both ways down the abandoned hall. It's weird how I don't feel comfortable around crowds but when I'm in a place that feels like there should be more people I feel just as uncomfortable; almost eerie in a way.

"It's always like this about this time. Everyone's either at poolside participating in the Roman orgies or on the roof at the bubble party. I really like the bubble parties, have you been yet?" Cherry's voice echoed down the hall making it seem even creepier.

"No, not sure if we will have time." I said stopping in front of the door to our room. My mind racing and wondering exactly what was waiting on the other side of it.

"Oh, but you have to. The bubble party is the best, hundreds of naked people, slipping and sliding against each other in a huge in-ground pool filled with foamy bubbles. It's the dirtiest way to get clean." She chuckled sheepishly. I took the key card from Emily, sliding it across the locking mechanism, a tiny light changed from red to blue. I reached for the handle but hesitated when I heard a familiar sound muffled by the door. "Well, I guess it's round two." I grinned quickly opening the door and letting it swing open, the unmistakable sound of my mother's moans bouncing from the room, but too quiet to be coming from the main area.

The girls walked in first and I followed latching the door behind us. The room painted in dancing shadows cast from flickering white scented candles of all different shapes and sizes that were scattered around the room. The heavy sounds of pleasure coming from the bedroom where they obviously had figured out how to turn on the sound system. Kenny G's smooth sax notes drew a nuance for the lusty soundscape.

"Your pops is an old school romantic huh?" I chuckled. They turned around grimacing like I farted or something.

"Maybe you should take notes lover boy." Emily chuckled.

"Exactly." Cherry agreed as they turned around, making for the room. I smiled, following the jiggle in their hot little asses, the sting of their comment quickly fading.

"I want to play!" Cherry chirped, disappearing through the bedroom doorway.

Emily stopped, turning to me. "Are you okay with this, I know you don't usually do these kinds of things, hell honestly, neither do I but I also know how much your mom means to you. I know you love her, and not like a son normally loves their mother, but deeper." Her hand gently coming to resting over my heart.

She's right, and now that I'm standing here on the other side of the room where mom's being drilled, I realize that what we have is so much more then what anyone else could have with her. There's also the fact that my hard cock still throbbed, precum dripping from the tip. "Believe it or not babe, I think I'm ok, I mean I kind of owe her one don't I? Besides; how can I expect her to not want any ice cream at the dairy Kingdom?" 

Emily giggled, kissing me on the lips. " I like the way that sounds, I like it a lot."

I looked in her eyes confused. "Like the way what sounds?"

She kissed me again, putting her lips to my ear and whispered. "The way it sounds when you call me babe."

"What are you two waiting for?" Cherry's voice called out from the bedroom.

Truth be told I'm a little peeved. Not that my mother was on her back with her heels pointing up into the air and this bronze man's cock plunging in and out of her hot cunt. But, she lied to me. I'm sure this wise and debonair Mr. Moneybags didn't make it very easy to say no, Champaign, candle light, smooth jazz. I'm surprised he didn't order a trail of rose petals to the bed but she still lied and even though watching this guy fuck the sass out of her ass was turning me on something wicked, and even though Emily's mouth felt amazing around my cock. I just couldn't get it out of my mind, partly because I'm stubborn and partly because my mom wouldn't stop looking at me so apologetically. She was enjoying herself plenty until she saw me. Now she racked with guilt, I can easily tell from the look in her eyes.

I leaned against the doorframe, one hand gripping onto the wood molding and digging my nails in. The other wrapped in a fist full of Emily's hair. I figured it would feed a certain satisfaction, my mere presence commanding my mother's attention. But it didn't; instead I felt like I was treating her like my father would. I couldn't do that, I promised I wouldn't prevent her from fulfilling her fantasies, that she could live out and try all these things she had been damned for feeling and finding interest in. I look down at Emily, patting her head gently, making her raise her gaze to me, she didn't miss a beat, bobbing her head, trying to stuff as much of my man meat in your mouth that she could. I grinned down at her, smoothing the hair out of her face. "Come on, let's go join the fun." I said winking. She smiled back up at me letting my cock plop from her mouth, a thin string of saliva stretching from the tip of my smooth round cock head to her wet glistening lips. She stood, kissing my lips before turning and bouncing over to the round, red satin covered bed.

The mirrors that lined the walls made it so that you could be anywhere in the room and see everything that happens from any angle, the couple of candles that were lit in here turned into a multitude in the mirrors reflections. The hot tub was bubbling, I chuckled a moment as I took a long whiff of the chlorine infused air, a flash of last night's debauchery painted in my memory.

Cherry climbed up on the bed and lay on her back, her hands pinching and pulling at her puffy bright pink nipples. She had a first person view of her father's cock, sloshing and glistening with my mother's love juices as it slid in and out of her hole. Cherry's tongue lapped at moms stretched cunt and her dad's slippery prick, savoring the torrent of love nectar dripping into her young wanting mouth. Emily climbed up on the end of the bed and bent down, planting her face in between Cherry's swollen and excited cunny lips. She slid her tongue up and down the young girls sweet, juicy slit.

I climbed up onto the side of the bed, my mother's apologetic gaze following me as I crawled on my knees over to her. I bent down and looked into her eyes, whispering. "It's ok mama." I kissed her gently, slipping my tongue between her lips, her hand shaking and gliding up my inner thigh to my swollen and leaking prick. "Mmmm" she moaned into my mouth. My hand found a stiff dark nipple but it was a little tricky to get a hold of at first due to the steady bounce from Paul plowing, the sound of their bodies slapping together, echoed throughout the room.

Rising up I shoved my hips forward, entering my mother's wide and waiting mouth. "Oh god" I moaned as my mother's soft, talented throat stretched around my length. Her moans vibrating around me, I knew my mother was cumming, her hips pumping to meet Paul's thrusts as she shivered underneath him.

"Oh yes, oh yes, Fuck." Paul cried out in release, his seed no doubt spraying into the deepest ends of my mother's wet hungry cunt. Mom's pussy gobbled up every bit as he shivered inside her. Paul slipped out, rolling over to the other side, collapsing onto his back. I was almost afraid he'd have a heart attack with the way he was breathing, but that didn't stop Cherry from tackling him and licking his spent rod. Slurping up his and moms mingled juices.

"My turn." I chuckled, a big bad wolf grin across my lips, pulling my cock from Mom's lips. She smiled biting her lip, her barely opened eyes sparkling in the candlelight. I quickly took my place between mom's thick luscious thighs, sliding my cock into her sopping, sticky, and freshly fucked tunnel. I slid in all the way to my balls, Paul and moms juices sloshing around me, sticky and slippery at the same time. "oh, yes" Mom groaned, her muscles gripping and milking me the way her warm inviting pussy always does, I imagine it's her body's way of saying welcome home, we missed you.

"Woo" I yelped, jumping suddenly and plunging deeper inside of her, feeling something soft and wet at my back door. I could hear cherry and Emily chuckling behind me. "Relax dude, it's just me. I won't hurt you." Emily said. I felt her hands on my ass, spreading me and then sliding her tongue over my anus again. I was a little apprehensive, but it felt good, real good. Let me try that again, it felt really fucking good.

I slid in and out of my mother's sloppy twat while Emily tenderly tongued my virgin ass. Ripples of pleasure pulsed from every direction. My mouth found a big, perky, mommy nipple to suckle and nibble on. My whole body shivered and my head whirled as I felt my orgasm fast approaching.

"Oh god Davie, fuck your mamas pussy baby, oh god yes, oh yes ,fuck mommy." she squealed. The filthiness of her words was like a whip of desire, snapping at me and making me ram in and out, deeper and harder. I put mom's legs straight up in the air and crossed them, making her pussy lips squeeze tight around my member. The whole bed shook with the assault of my thrusts making mom scream out.

"Damn boy, get her good." Paul giggled before taking my mother's round pillowy breast in his hand and making her nipple disappear between his mustached lips.

I slammed and slammed, fucking my mother's tight cunt and kept slamming. "Oh fuck yes!" I screamed out. "Oh god mama, oh god it feels so good." I screamed exploding, emptying the contents of my balls for the second time tonight. This orgasm though, made me jerk and moan with wave after wave of ecstasy pulsing through me.

"Oh god baby yes, cum in mama." She grunted, another orgasm quaking and trembling through her as her legs unwrapped and stiffened straight out around me, quivering.

My already softening cock slipped from mom's tunnel; I couldn't move and neither could she so we laid there, my head buried in her giant cleavage, her chest heaving. Emily and cherry licking her ass clean as one of them sucked me into her mouth, the sensation on my sensitive cock making me jolt. She swirled her tongue around the soft mushroom, sucking and savoring the trio of flavors from my manhood.

I rolled off mom and turned, watching Emily and Cherry hungrily lick my mother's quivering quim, bringing their tongues together to share in the flavors and worshipping mom's twice-serviced cunt.

"Oh god girls, oh it's so tender, oh God." my mom whimpered, grabbing a handful of each girls hair thrusting her hips, grinding against their faces. "Oh, oh, oh fuck" she screamed shaking and shivering, literally raising her hips and ass off the bed. The girls moaned and fingered each other while licking my mother's hot cunt. The pungent smell of lust in the air driving them into an animalistic fever, our naked sweaty bodies tangling around one another in a heap of limbs and parts.




The Term Paper Ch. 05



They fell, all three, giggling and shivering through the aftershock of their orgasms. Mom rolled towards me squeezing her thighs tight together kissing me gently, gazing into my eyes as trimmers passed through her making her shiver. " I love you baby." She whispered, smiling, satisfied and caressing the side of my face.

"I love you too."



The Term Paper



"Where are we going baby." She asked.

I was beginning to think she was still drunk but she seemed different. "It's a surprise but let's just say I had to call and bribe the concierge to push us up with a reservation." I said proudly, trying to act snobbish. "Besides does it really matter, hell the drive is better than being cooped up in the house all night."

Mom looked up at me," your right, you seem to be always right. Is that a blessing or a curse?" She asked giggling. She nestled her head into my chest breathing me in deeply. "Well at least you smell better, mmm a whole lot better." She purred sniffing my cologne. A manly but light musky sent with a hint of jasmine.

"Being right generally means you try to do right, but sometimes I just really want to be, you know- not so right." I laughed. The driver's radio was buzzing and squawking the lights from the cars council and gauges giving off an eerie green glow.

"Mmmm I know exactly what you mean baby." She turned her head and took a deep whiff of my shirt. "Yep, definitely much better."

There was a valet when we drove up to the restaurant that opened the car door for mom as I paid the cabby and told him I'd be calling later; if he's around, he can get a decent tip. He was happy with my generosity thus far so I'm pretty sure that he'll be back. About that time, the valet was opening my door for me though I didn't think I needed a hand but when in Rome I guess.

The place was beautiful and worth the hour drive, I read a review on the place and they called it "a museum of crystal master works with a modern take on fine cuisine." I just hoped they had steak. There were pedestals with beautiful crystal sculptures of animals and just fluctuating shapes, the light fixtures looked like crystal flames and a great crystal chandelier hung over the middle of the huge round room with round glass tables arranged in a spiral from the middle out, the center being a smaller two person setting. The concierges lead us to that table.

Unfortunately, mom wasn't thrilled about sitting in the middle of the room but the concierge assured us there were no other open tables and we had gotten lucky to get a table. So we humbly excepted it. As we sat, I looked over at mom, smiling "This is great; I get to really show you off." I said taking a sip from my water glass.

Mom shook her head smiling, "so you say but no one wants to see your old saggy momma." She whispered from across the table. I looked at her confused; I couldn't believe she really thought that.

The waiter arrived with menus and I ordered a beer. Mom mumbled off some kind of wine. He jotted it all down and hurried off, checking on a couple more tables on his way. We opened our menus, mom made a joke about how the waiter looked like a walking penis with glasses. I just stared at her for a moment chuckling. I admired her long neck, the slight slope of her shoulders and the way her long wavy locks cascaded over them. She was a knock out and any guy would be lucky to have her. For some reason though the thought of my mother and another man pained me with jealousy, I don't know why I'm beginning to develop these feelings about her like this. Maybe I've always felt this way and I just didn't realize it. Regardless, I found myself captivated in a way that was inappropriate. The waiter returned setting my beer down in front of me, handing me back my id, and then served mom a taste of the wine. She assured him it was fine and told him that he could leave the bottle. I asked him to give us a few more minutes to look.

"Honey I don't know about these prices?" she said, eyes almost bulging in shock.

"What's it matter, we can afford to splurge and we deserve this besides I'd hate for you to get all dudded up for nothen."

"Yea right, I look a mess, this heat has me wrung out, you weren't kidding about it being hot."

"Huh you should have seen it earlier today; it was a freaking scorcher,"

"I bet," she said taking a sip of her wine and sitting it down again, her fingertip gently tracing the rim of the glass. "I can't believe that bastard left me." She said beginning to tear up again.

I reached across the table and took her by the hand, "mom I know you think I'm just being nice when I say all those things to you but what you don't understand is I believe every one of them, this really is his loss, you've got to know that." I pleaded, trying to make her understand.

She looked me in my eyes and whispered, "what did I ever do to deserve you."

I smiled back at her sitting back in the seat and taking a long deep swallow of my beer. I looked down at the bottle and began toying with the label, trying to take it off without tearing it.

"What is it baby, what's wrong," mom asked.

"Nothing you can help me with momma. Ill hafta figure it out." I said pulling the label free of the glass bottle and smoothing it out on the table.

"Now come on, out with it, if you want to be here for me than you need to let me be there for you to." She said reaching over and snatching up my label. She took it and began folding it in a back and forth motion. I had seen her do this a thousand times but never could figure it out. "Come on honey, tell me what's wrong?"

I sat the menu down, I guess that was the universal signal for I'm ready to order now cause the waiter was there in like Wiley coyote speed. We both ordered the porterhouse with sautéed mushrooms and onions prepared in a wine reduction sauce and mom got the baked potato as I decided on sweet potato and cracked pepper fries. The aroma of the place made our stomachs rumble reminding us how empty our tanks were. "Mom took another drink from her newly refilled wine glass as I finished off the first round and quickly had a replacement.

"So "she said "You gonna tell me or do I hafta get tuff." She growled flicking her nose with her thumb against her nose like a boxer, making a fist like I was supposed to be scared or something,

I put my hands up in surrender. "alright, alright you got me- I'll talk, I'll talk." I laughed. "It's really no big deal though," I took another big swig of my beer and folded my hands, resting my elbows on the table. " I have an assignment, but I missed when they handed it out, well everyone determined there partners then and anyone that I could interview for the paper was already taken so now I'm kinda screwed."

Mom's brow scrunched confused, "so you have to conduct an interview for the paper but have no one to interview, do I have this right." She asked before emptying her second glass. Once again, the walking penis was there in quick time refilling her glass.

"Yep that's it in a nut shell."

"Ok so why not interview me then'?" she perked; the wine definitely taking effect. I busted into laughter, trying my dambedest to keep it down and not draw to much attention to us.

"What, what's so funny." Mom asked.

"Well" I chuckled, trying not to bust up again "it's not just the paper it's the subject matter."

Mom looked intrigued and I knew what was coming." No matter what it is it can't be that bad."

"Well," I said looking down at the table blushing and finishing off the second bottle of beer, and then poof; just like that, another one appeared. I could tell the alcohol was having a little of an effect on me as well. " I have to conduct an interview on human sexuality, basically." I could feel myself turning red and it was getting hot, but then again it could just be me.

"Honey I can do that, I do know a thing or two about the subject you know. I did have you after all." She laughed.

I sat back rubbing my finger across the edge of my top lip yet another quirky issue. " well mom it's not just about sex but the hang ups that you might have about acts or parts of sex and just what type of impact that those hang ups or turn ons have had on you. Not just in the sack but also in your everyday life, so you see, this is pretty intimate and deep." As I explained, she looked at me thinking god knows what about the situation but I was hoping she was coming up with a solution.

She took one last sip and called for the waiter, "yes, how can I help you ma'am?" The waiter asked with a heavy southern accent.

"Yes I'd like to switch to ginger ale, please, I'm gonna need to be able to think, I think." After the waiter had left mom took my hand. "I can do this, but I'm not sure you can. I haven't talked about things like this since before your aunt Marcie moved away, I probably need it to be honest, but I'm not sure you'll want to hear things like that about your momma. So I'm leaving the ball in your side of the pool."

When the waiter arrived with mother's ginger ale, he also had our food as well with an assortment of housemaid sauces and fresh baked sweet rolls. The meal was divine, honestly worth every penny, from the first succulent bite to the last. I have never tasted mushrooms and onions that I wanted to eat every day for the rest of my life but I have now. Mom's baked potato was the size of a football almost. I mentioned that I had never seen a potato so big and the waiter began to tell me about them while he was replacing my empty beer with a new one. My mother may need to sober but if I was really going to try and conduct this interview with her than I had better be a little more intoxicated I think. The waiter's heavy southern accent was beginning a little hard for me to follow but I tried. "We ship the potatoes in special from a vegan farm In Idaho of course. We begin preparing them the day before and slow bake them for a minimum of six hours so there not even ready for ordering till after lunch. I myself am not much of a baked potato type person but they are really good I think." It was easy to tell that the speech was rehearsed and probably recited over and over again through his work day.

Mom must have agreed because she was nodding to the waiter with a mouth full of maxed out potato. Complete with thick hardwood smoked bacon crumbles, melty, freshly shredded sharp cheddar and huge, cool, dollops of their own signature ranch flavored sour cream. The whole conversation really made me want a baked potato, and I don't even like them. Not that my fries were anything to shake a stick at. You could tell that they were made properly. Not soggy at all but crispy on the outside and tender in the middle, they had just the right sweet potato flavor but not too much that it seemed more like a desert and the fresh cracked black pepper and sea salt played well for that balance of sweet and savory. We sat savoring every bite, soaking in the atmosphere. It really was a nice place. Soon I was so stuffed I couldn't eat another mushroom. Once the waiter returned he took away our plates, packaging the left overs in a crystal clear containers and bags. He asked if there would be anything else and then laid down a leather bill folder between the two of us. Mom reached for it and I snatched real quick before her hand grasping at empty air.

"Aww to slow, "I giggled opening the bill and falling silent at the three digit number. Holy shit for a couple steaks and beers I held out my hand, "just give me the card, it doesn't matter what it says. We earned it, you earned it."

Mom pursed her lips and looked at me from the corner of her eye while rummaging through her handbag for her wallet. She slid the plastic card from her pink knock off leather and handed it to me. "Thank you" I said with a crooked grin plastered across my lips, placing the card in the slot of the billfold and handing it to the approaching southern penis looking waiter. Mom had to "go to the powder room" as she calls it. I stood outside the unisex restroom and called for the cab from my cell. By time she was finished we only had been waiting about five minutes before it pulled up. Different driver than I expected but a short conversation on the way home sent my mother into a big ball of motherly emotions. The driver told us that he had to sit in for the rest of the other one's shift since his wife had called him and gone into labor that night. I slipped him an extra ten bucks and told him that it was for the new daddy. I'm not sure if the guy will give it to him or not but I tend to try and believe in the basic moral decency of people.

I was light headed and a little dizzy, walking up arm and arm with my beautiful mother to the door. I couldn't take my eyes off her deep cleavage. She must have thought I was a complete perve but I imagine since she's my mother she already knew that. The booze was really taking its toll and like all good things, we obviously take advantage of it. So the first thing I did when we entered the house was give my mother a soft kiss to her cheek and made way to the twelve bottles of ale in the fridge.

"Where are you going?" mom asked catching me by the wrist before I got away.

"I was just going to get another beer, you want anything?" I asked wobbling a bit.

"Yes dear I do, I want you to make us a fresh pot of coffee, you don't need to be smashed while doing homework and I could use a pick me up. The dim hall light glittered in her eyes and for a minute, I think my heart puttered. I couldn't get over these feelings that were surfacing.

Maybe I could use a cup to wake me up I thought. "Ok, I can do that, I gotta pee pretty bad to so."

She shook her head laughing at me, obviously I was more than just a little buzzed. "Ok you do that but be sure to wash your hands after your done. I'm going to change out of this and slip into something more comfortable, any particular place you want to start this interview." She asked letting my wrist go.

I was stuck on "slipping into something more comfortable," A thought of the glimpse that I got of her big, soft, breasts earlier sprang to mind and I could immediately feel body becoming excited.

"Honey, are you ok, you look really flustered, are you going to be sick."

I shook my head trying to rattle the dirty taboo thoughts from my mind. "Yea mom I'm ok, I think. I just need some coffee," I agreed. " Umm as far as where," I said trying to think of where it would be most comfortable for us and I was drawing a blank because regardless of whatever location you do an interview with your mother about her sexual fetishes and hang ups it's not gonna be simple. " Umm well my books are in my room, you could sit on the bed and I could sit at the computer. That's sounds good to me."

"Honey, if you weren't my son I'd think you were trying to seduce me." She giggled swaying her hips like a model on the catwalk, climbing the stairs. I would have protested to the remark but I had to pee real bad and I was too busy staring at her ass.

The first floor bathroom was off from the kitchen, so since I had to go through there anyway I stopped to make the coffee first, squeezing my thighs together as tight as I could dancing the pee-pee dance to the sound of the faucet filling the glass pot up. Once I got everything situated, I ran to the bathroom, letting out a loud groan of relief as I pulled my cock out and let the stream go splashing down into the toilet bowl. I'm just curious am I the only one that thinks it's a little gross for bathrooms to be built so close to kitchens. It seems a staple that you always have a bathroom arranged somewhere close to the, kitchen. I'm sorry, I sometimes think of weird stuff while I'm pissing. I shook it and dabbed it with tissue before washing my hands, the waft of fresh brewed dunk n donuts coffee found its way to the bathroom filling my nose with its deep waking scent. Nothen says good morning, or its gonna be a long night like a fresh brewed pot.

Mom takes hers with a little cream and sugar; I on the other hand had learned to take it black after spending some long nights studying. I grabbed a tray and got the Irish cream dairy creamer out the fridge and placed the little pink pig sugar bowl , a couple big round mugs that were a little bigger than normal coffee mugs and a thermos I emptied the pot into in a tray. Balance is key here I told myself taking each step as carefully as possible which seemed more difficult than usual since I was still a little buzzed from all the beer. The door to my room was standing wide open and the dim light that spilled out told me the desk lamp was on. I didn't notice her at first trying to concentrate on not spilling the sugar and creamer I just focused on sitting the trey on the desk.

"Ok momma, I got the creamer and sugar and even put the coffee in a thermos in case we wanted another cup, no one'll hafta go all the way back down stairs." I said stirring sugar and creamer into mom's mug of the aromatic caramel colored beverage.

Turning around I had to bring the other hand up to cuff the bottom because I almost lost it when I saw the way my mother was dressed, laid up on my bed. She wore a light blue sheer knee length housecoat that was tied in the front with a pink sash. I knew this outfit, I had seen her in it once before, she thought I was asleep and snuck down stairs to get something. I was awake on the sofa making out with an ex-girlfriend. I caught a glimpse of her on her way through. There was a sheer thin gown, just as short and in the same colors underneath. Her knees were drawn up under her ass and she was lounged back with her elbow in the big stack of fluffy pillows I keep on my bed I love pillows, her head was propped up on her palm as the other hand reached out for the mug.

"Oh good, just what I needed." She said taking the hot mug from me and taking a good whiff of the steamy liquid. She sat it down on the side table after realizing it had to cool first, I sat down trying to avert my eyes from her massive cleavage under her robe.

I poured my own cup and didn't wait for it to cool, I didn't care if it blistered my mouth I had to get control of myself and sober up. Thing was though, I didn't feel quite as drunk now as I did earlier. My lips slurped and burned as I took a tiny sip. I sat the cup down, my eyes watering from the pain as I diverted my mind from naughty, perverted thoughts to more important things like how I was going to ask these questions. The good news is I already wrote out a series of questions for the interview so at least I'm ready, but this isn't going to be easy. Grabbing my textbook I began flipping through the pages before I found the series of questions that I had in a pamphlet stapled together. I pulled out my smart phone and opened up the voice recorder and grabbed a little note book to jot any reactions she might take to the questions or answers. There are very specific signs that we use to convey emotion and how we really feel about certain things. Think god mom hadn't picked up on any of the more odd behavior that I seemed caught up into this evening. I looked through the questions again trying to remind myself what they all were as mom sipped from her coffee waiting patiently. As I read through the questions, I kept looking back and forth between mom and the words on the page. I still wasn't certain how I was going to ask these to my own mother.

"Is there something wrong baby?" she asked.

I looked up in a slight panic; my face flushed "ummm mom, I'm not sure if I can do this or even that you can, I mean these are some really personal question." I said shuffling through the pages again. "I mean really personal."

"Do you have any other option dear?" She asked sweetly.

"No, not really," As sad as that is, no I don't have anyone else. I guess, like her I'm kind of a loner.

"Well, I guess that sums it up then huh? You can't afford not to ask them and I am willing to answer anything as long as it keeps you in school doing what you need to do." She said taking another drink of her coffee. She was right of course; I couldn't afford not asking the questions.

I sat the phone down and started the voice recorder, talking into it and playing it back to make sure that it was picking up everything ok. I slid my wheeled office desk chair over the thick fluffy carpet to get closer to the bed so that it could pick up anything that mom said. I pulled a blue ink pen from the wire spine of my notebook and flipped the questions back to the first page,




The Term Paper



"ok, I think we're ready then." I said looking at mom. "Please state your name, sex and age for the recorder please.

Mom smiled clearing her throat mockingly." my name is Elizabeth alto, well wait. Let me start over. My name is Elizabeth Murrell, recently divorced woman and going on forty two."

"Ok" I said thinking for a moment; I picked the phone up and tapped the pause symbol on the screen. "Mom, are you sure you want to do this I don't want to bring up any bad memories or put you in a down mood again."

"Why? Because my ex-husband is and probably has had a lot more sex than I have, Because I might get upset thinking about how he's not doing any of the things that I'm about to tell you about with me anymore, his high school sweet heart and wife of twenty two years." She took a deep breath, the room filling with inexhaustible silence. " You know sweet heart I know it's going to be hard but I really do think your right. I think we're going to be all right as long as we have each other. Now quit stalling and ask the questions already."

I smiled, tapping the screen again. "Ok then Ms. Murrel; I guess were going to start. Umm I'm just going to go by the list but if there's anything that you absolutely do not wanna answer we can skip it ok."

"Son, will you quit worrying about things and just start already." She demanded trying to take her serious tone with me, which resembled a cartoon lion cub trying to roar for the first time.

"Ok, so then I'll just start I guess. Ummm ok, how old were you when you had your first sexual experience. The earliest you can remember." My words nervously fumbling out of my mouth like my tongue attempted to juggle them but dropped them all out. Lucky for me she got the basic idea of the question.

She grinned a little and flipped her hair back. "Well I guess I was about six or eight or somewhere in between there I suppose."

I looked at the reddened glow that she was already giving off. It was deliciously sexy. I sat back in the chair and started to speak but my throat just squeaked so i took a drink of my now much cooler and less painful coffee. Clearing my throat, I tried again. "Wow that young, ok could you explain the uh... the umm experience." She smiled and began telling me about the innocent discovery that I imagine almost all young human beings go through, the exploration and impulses."

I jotted down a few notes, about places and how they were connected to her and making side notes about the things, she said. When she was finished, I moved on to the next question. "Ok so when did you lose your virginity?" my voice squeaked out like a pitchy canary. My nervousness more than apparent, it was down right embarrassing.

"My mom smiled and pointed in my direction. The night I got knocked up with you believe that or not. I mean what are the chances right? How many girls literally get pregnant there first time. But you know what I think I knew it was going to happen. I was so tense and worried but I know it's what I wanted. And your dad was a very handsome and compassionate man back then, before he became full of himself. I think he honestly believed we'd spend the rest of our lives together. It was so perfect to, I was a couple of months away from turning nineteen and had been dating your father for about eight months. I was a little surprised that he had stuck it out with me for as long as he did considering I was holding out on him. But the night he asked me to marry him I knew I couldn't wait any longer and I shouldn't make him either. After all he wasn't a virgin like I was, and he's five years older than me so he had a few girlfriends before. Come to find out he had a few girlfriends after me to." She finished down her first cup of coffee.

She put the cup on the nightstand and folded her hands together stuffing them flat between her knees, and looked back at me. Quiet, like she was expecting me to say something more but I was expecting more to her story.

"And" I asked.

"What do you mean and,"

"Well mom I kind of need more details for the analyses. What did you do, how did it make you feel, is there any fantasies you've never divulged before or what are your hang-ups, what's the line that you can't except crossing. What turns you on? Things like this. If you can't do this mom I understand."

Moms eyes got big as golf balls, "oh ok, I can do this, I'm sorry I just didn't think I guess. Ok well here we go then. Ummm the night was clear and it was a summer evening in a little special hide away spot that we used to go to by the lake. It was away from just about anything and, well was our special place. Your dad had gotten a picnic meal from the chicken shack and pitched us up a tent. Our parents refused to let us stay together so we had set it up for our parents to think we were both staying with a friend for the weekend so for the next couple of days we could just be us. I think I was a naturist in another life or something because we hardly had any clothing on that whole weekend and it honestly suits me just fine. I had considered becoming a nudist but your father said it was a ridiculous idea and how would we explain things to the kids and yada yada yada. Anyway, so when we first got there he ran and sat everything down and ran down to the lake stripping. I of course was turning four shades of red, but I knew I was going to have to do this one way or another so I might as well cowgirl up, as they say these days."

I jotted a few side notes about her thoughts on naturism, twirling my finger as I wrote, signaling her to continue. "

Ok well honestly the first time was painful but thankfully your dad had been so pent up from waiting so long that it was over pretty quick, there wasn't much to it. The second time though was much, much better. We got up after and jumped into the lake to wash off. You know the blood, not that it was a lot but to me it was a little yucky having it smashed and rubbed on us. I don't know, it's a thing I guess, any way we jumped into the lake again to wash off. Like fishy water was any better, it wasn't really fishy were we were though which I found curious. Anyway, we got out and sat by the fire naked as the day we were born and made s'mores and fed them to each other like. Well like two kids in love."

My heart sank as her lip began trembling. I wanted to hold her and tell her it was ok he didn't deserve her any way and I loved her and that should be enough and, the list went on. But I knew I couldn't. I knew what would come of it. She wiped her eyes out with the corner of her silky robe revealing a very naked very sexy upper thigh. My mind immediately began wondering, is she naked underneath, it looks like she could be naked underneath. Maybe I'll get lucky and get a quick flash. You know; basic perverted male type thoughts. I told you I had issues; don't look at me like that.

Finally I figure id ask even though I already knew the answer. "Mom, are you sure.'"

She nodded yes and reached for the cup of coffee again, it was kind of a security blanket of sorts I think. "Yes honey, I'm fine." She said taking a deep breath. "Any way, you want details. Ok, ummm his penis wasn't the first thing I had put inside of me. I began to masturbate regularly before but never breaking my hymen, though I did almost once. To this day I think it was cracked before he broke it." She smiled looking in the bottom of her empty cup "I wonder how that would make your dad feel, tell him he only finished what I started. That's the way it always was though, if I didn't give the incentive, he was so fucking vanilla. But he did have a cock on him." she said nodding her head, still looking into the cup like there was a black and white spinning spiral twisting around and putting her in a trance.

I wasn't sure how it felt listening to her ramble on, she was finally beginning to open up a little bit. It was strange listening to the things she was saying and the language that she was using. I had heard mom cuss on occasion but she was dropping curses much more often. She seemed like a, like I don't know, I guess I just never thought of her on a deeper level before as the person behind what she was to me. I was beginning to feel even closer to her, falling deeper and deeper for this forbidden woman the more I see of the woman behind my mom.

I smiled, at the way she talked about dads' dick. " yea I know, I inherited it." I said as she remarked about the size of it again.

"You know baby, I'm not going to lie to you." She said sitting up a little to straighten her back, her tits almost spilling out of her loosely closed robe. "I kinda always wondered about that, I wasn't sure if you would take after your father or my side of the family. I guess either way you wouldn't be getting a bad deal but your fathers got a little more girth to his than my side of the family." She said flipping her hair again and playing with the corner of her silky robe.

I didn't know for sure but if she wasn't doing this intentionally than she was driving me into a frenzy for no reason at all and I'm not sure that that makes it any better. "Well ummm, well uhhh." I stammered, "Well I'm figuring I took after dad because I hafta buy the big condoms, you know the golden wrapper."

"You mean the golden tickets" she chuckled. I looked at her surprised. "What? I know what it means. I had one at my disposal whenever I wanted it." I smiling at first but her face turned sour." Not really though, I never had him when I wanted, that's why I was so lucky to have you. You look almost just like him only cuter since you got your mommas eye and lips."

"Well I wish you could tell all chicks that cause I don't really think they see it that way." I said laughing sarcastically, staring down at the little note boke drawing little balloon letters that said mom with a heart for the o.

"Non-sense I bet you have them lined up around the class room when you walk in," she teased.

"Hardly, there isn't even a first in line, No one ride ticket, nothen." I said feeling like a loser complaining to his mom that his sex life sucks."

"Well maybe they need to see what I see, cause let me tell you honey if you weren't my son I'd eat you up."

I laughed, "yeah right,"

"No seriously" she sat up looking me in the eyes, in a very convincing manor." I know I probably shouldn't say this but baby if I wasn't your mom I would fuck your brains out, momma would take real good care of her baby boy" she busted up laughing. I knew she was joking but it felt like she was being so real. My heart skipped a beat, the blood rushing to the head of my cock when she said, "fuck your brains out." It was so hot I instantly got hard as iron.

Blushing in three shades of red simultaneously and crossing my legs to hide my throbbing cock I looked over at her "continue you were talking about..."

"I was talking about your vanilla father. Yea he had a good cock but that was it. I mean we didn't do anything; I'd read in magazines and read erotica, now it's all I read. I masturbate all the time because I hardly ever get any type of attention. The attention I would get would be so brief, sure, it felt good having him inside me but he just never tried to share any passion with me. I used to think that it all went into his work which made me jealous of his work, but he's probably had mistresses all along and that would explain a lot."

"What other things do you mean? When you say dad was vanilla what do you think other flavors are." I said smiling. "Most important what are the things that you're talking about is there something you'd like to try. Things you always had a curiosity for." She was fidgeting, biting her lip. I think this is turning her on. Just thinking about her getting excited made me more excited as I rearranged my shorts, twisting in the office chair.

"Are you sure you want to hear this I don't want you to think I'm some creepy slut or something." She giggled tucking a loose lock of her hair behind her ear.

I couldn't believe it, she was afraid that I would think the things she craved were fucked up or something. "Mom I'm pretty freaky to, there nothing and I mean nothing that you could say that would affect the way I love you right now. Trust me in that." I said looking in to her eyes. I could tell she relaxed and believed me.

"Ok then well I'll go back to what me and your dad shared and what we didn't. Now I don't have a great understanding of sex but I like to think that I know a bit about what gets my motor running. And I figured if it worked for me, it would work for him but I was wrong. In fact if I would ask for anything out of the norm of stick it and snooze than I was named a freak or weird. I remember the first time I asked your dad if he would go down on me. I read about cunlingus in lots of stories and I had always wondered how these girls could have such earth shattering orgasms. I really wanted to have one like that. I mean I brought my self-off all the time but I had never received an orgasm."

"Wait a minute, hold up," I demanded waving my hand. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you telling me that in all those years of marriage dad never gave you an orgasm?"

"Maybe once or twice with his hand but I was lucky if that happened maybe three or four times in all those years. And your dad was very adventurous until after I had you. He was right there in the room during delivery. I just thought it was because he could never get the picture out of his head of what my pussy looked like afterwards. Ever since that day it's been like he's disgusted by me. But it was worth it, I'd trade a hundred of your father for just one of you and that's even if he wasn't a cheating lying bastard."

"So refused cunnilingus, is there anything else that gets your motor going?" I asked for some reason desperate to get the focus back on her.

" oh yea I mean I have all kinds of fantasies, voyeur, I tried to get your dad to do role playing, you know I dressed up like a street walker and had him come pick me up on the corner a few streets over but out of the way you know. Any way he was so pissed he kept yelling' "if I wanted a whore id go get a professional one." God he was such a dick head when I think about it. I really wanted him to go down on me, real bad. That was fuel for my fantasies for the greater part of the years. For a while there I got into lesbian erotica and then I got the idea of wanting to try a woman." Her eyes looked up at mine trying to read my reaction but I just played it cool and acted like it was no big deal.

"So what did my free thinking father do about that?" I asked calmly.

"He called me a cheating slut and told me if I wanted to be a carpet licker he'd take you away and never let me see you again. So I quickly quit reading lesbian stories. I guess that's one good thing about him going, I can do whatever I want now, and whoever for that matter."

"That's not the only thing, now keep going." I urged her.

She waved her hand around like the world was her picking and choosing. What I would do if she chose me. "Don't lower yourself momma, be sure that whoever it is that you hook up with sees you for you and not just meat. I don't want you to get hurt any more than you already have."

"Fat chance of that" she laughed, "the only person that sees me for me is you. We might as well just start hooking up if that's what you want me to wait for, even you're father never really understood me like you do." She licked her lips, our eyes locking with each other. "Like I said; shame your my son." My pulse raced and the head of my stiff cock was pushing hard against the fabric of my pants. She was quite literally coming on to me I couldn't believe it.

"Anyway yea I wanted to try all kinds of stuff," she purred stretching her arms up over her head, her breast pushing out, stretching the fabric to its full extent. I was waiting for it to rip at the bust. She was aroused, judging by the way her hard nipples were pushing out against their silky restraints. I gulped trying to keep my composure, shifting in the seat, crossing my legs.

"I of course gave him head and even turned him onto rimming, not that he ever returned the favor. Eventually he even got into me performing anal on him with toys." She paused again judging my reaction. I almost felt like she was judging me.

"Once again, he never returned the favor. He really liked it when I'd get the rabbit up in him in the right spot, milking his cock like a cow's teat. He'd come so hard. Sometimes I'd cum from watching him without even touching myself, my never by him or his touch. I even tried to get him into bdsm and let him be my Dom, but he just got mad and spanked me way too hard to teach me a lesson, ignoring every safe word that I could think of."

I was confused, I didn't see any logical explanation for what was so bad that he would hafta do that to her. Treat her in such a way that it came to physical and emotional abuse. I had no idea that she had been done this way and by my own father no less. I felt furious and an anger towards the man that sired me unlike any way that I've ever felt towards another human being. "Why, momma, what was so bad about that?"

"Well baby, I guess he was just pissed that I kept looking for things other than what he gave me. He figured that the few pumps of his cock should be enough to keep me craving him and only him and when I looked for other forms of pleasure it popped his big cloudy bubble that his delusions of grandeur were stuffed in."

'Wow she's really smart at times.' ", what are some of the things that you CAN NOT see yourself ever doing, Things that you would consider a complete turn off."

"Ummm; anything that has to do with shit, that is just freaking gross and how anyone could get down on the farm is beyond me. Honestly, I can't even think about anything even remotely related to bdsm anymore and get aroused at all; He spoiled that for me. And I've been made to feel so bad about getting my pussy ate ill probably never enjoy it if I ever get the chance to have it done. I can't stand socks in the bed, something he was synonymous for. I don't like any food sex either especially popsicles. You don't want to know why and I prefer not to tell you."

"Is that because of something that dad did to, what kind of line did he cross with that? I'm already half tempted to kick his ass now over what you've already told me."

"You can't get personal with anything I tell you, there's got to be confidentiality son. Seriously and no it wasn't because of anything your father did, it's because of some things that your grandfather did, some really bad things. That's enough about that he's off burning in one hell or another and that's how I want it."

"Ok I understand, I'm sorry, so anything else you want to add. "

"Ummm yea but I don't know if I should, it's really different. "

"Mom I told you there's nothing you can't tell me. I'm not freaked out about anything you've said here, all these things that you want to do are great and somewhat normal fetishes. The ones you don't like are backed by strong personal and understandable negative emotions." I reasoned with her. She had me curious now. There was something that she didn't want to divulge because she was afraid of how I would look at it and considering the things she's already told me I had to know what it was. What was she afraid of telling to anyone?

"Well, I know I said I didn't want to talk about it but I hafta mention it because it may or may not have anything to do with it. Now I've thought about this and I don't know if it's because of what your grandfather did or if I'm just a perverted nut I..."

She stopped, I didn't push and didn't want to, I knew she'd say it when she was ready, whatever it is.

She grabbed a pillow and smashed it in to her lap sitting up and arranging herself Indian style. "I umm get, well I get really turned on from stories about incest..."




The Term Paper



Wow, I was blown away, there could be several reasons for this but if I wanted to nurture this opportunity I would hafta make her feel that its ok, which as far as I was concerned it was a whole lot more than ok. "Well that's not so odd; you ever look on those online erotic story sights, there filled with'em. If people didn't like them then they wouldn't be writing them. I've read a good few of them myself."

"Really, your making that up." She said smiling slyly.

"No seriously, I like the brother and sister ones, and even a few others." My pulse was racing and my heart was thumping in my head, I was expecting her to call me out and tell me she was just trying to get me to admit my perversion.

'What others do you read?" she asked, if I didn't know any better I'd say that she was blushing.

"What kind do you read, "

"I asked you first."

I already told you some of mine it's your turn." I said flat out.

"Ok, I read a lot of brother and sister like you and uncle and niece and others."

I chuckled; I could tell where this was going by her devilish grin. This is going to be one hell of a paper "so I guess it's my turn again." I said.

She nodded her head yes, grinning. "Ok mommy, you obviously want to hear me say it, so yes I read the mother and son stories, in fact I mostly only read the mother and son stories. There are you happy now." I admitted like I was guilty of a crime. "I feel like I'M being interviewed for something."

Suddenly she slowly rose to all fours and slid to the end of the bed tossing the pillow across the room. She looked at me with her hazel green eyes that seemed brighter, a hungry radiance in them that I found highly arousing for some reason. She gently tugged at her sash pulling the bow tied knot loose and letting it fall open, revealing her matching thigh high baby doll slip underneath. The cut was so high that I could see her panty covered mound peeking from under the it and the long thin cut spaghetti straps looked like that were going to give and left little to the imagination where her big luscious tits were concerned. Her nipples were hard and very apparent under the thin soft lingerie. "What makes you think you're not," she said sitting back on her heels, brushing her hands up and down over her heaving breasts, pinching the tender nipples through the soft sheer fabric.

I couldn't believe it, it was like every fantasy I ever had was coming true. I was frozen, afraid that it was still just a trick but my hard cock told me otherwise. I tossed the questions and the book to the side letting them thump against the floor and stood pulling my shirt out of my waist and unbuttoning it. I tossed it off, my eyes glued to mom rubbing her hands up and down her body. I went to her, gently pressing my lips to her ear, taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her hair. "Is this is real? Are you sure about this or is it all just a wet dream." I whispered.

Mom pulled away, gently taking my face in her hands. " I was about to ask you the same thing." She said searching deep into my eyes before she kissed me full on the mouth, her soft tongue gently sliding between my parting lips.

#

This was just too much, my head was spinning and my buzz from the beer wore off long ago. This was a real fantasy coming to life but for some reason I felt really bad about it, like I was taking advantage of my own mother. After all, mom wasn't exactly in a state of tiptop mental health. I stepped back pulling our lips apart.

"What's wrong honey? Did I do something wrong?" she asked, shocked that I denied her. I could see the horror in her face, her mind racing over what had just happened. "Oh god honey I'm so sorry, please don't hate me like, like your father."

I couldn't believe what she was saying, did she honestly think that was what was going on here. "Mom, I would never, could never hate you, hell I can't even stay mad at you. I am nothing like my father; I'm more like you in every way when it comes to who I am."

"well than why?" she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears, both her hands reaching out gently, brushing her long nails slowly and ever so gently down my chest, My skin pricking with goose bumps.

"Because mom," I said my fingers gently taking her chin and lifting her eyes to mine. Her deep eyes- wet with tears, shimmering with flecks of green and brown in the dim light from behind us. "I just don't want you to make this decision for all the wrong reasons. You're not exactly emotionally stable right now. I don't want to hurt you more than you've already been hurt."

She suddenly pulled away from me grimacing. The same face a person would make if they just stepped in a pile of dog shit. "Why, are you planning on leaving me to, that's it aint it? If course it is." she turned away angrily wrapping her silky robe around her again and yanking the sash, tying it in a knot instead of a cute bow.

"No mom, that's not what I said" I pleaded with her. But she didn't hear me, she was done off in her own thoughts rambling. "Mom, listen to me, I'm not..."

She spun around pointing an accusing finger at me. "Don't you lie to me to, not you; my god, what was I thinking?" she turned back around toward the door, throwing her hands up in the air, stomping away from me. "Of course you're going to leave, you'll finish school and pack your things and be out like him and I'll be old, used up and alone and then I'll have nothing to live f..."

That was enough, she wasn't thinking right and I wasn't going to let her get away that easy, I'm not just her son but I'm also a man and she's gonna realize that I'm nothing like him. I chased her wrapping my arms tightly around her, lifting her up in the air. She screeched not expecting my strength or my actions. But like I said, that was enough. I held her tightly and intentionally stumbled back, bouncing onto the bed, it's springs pinging and panging beneath us

"What are you doing, let go of me," she said gritting her teeth, struggling against my firm embrace.

"No; you're going to stop and listen, do you understand Me." she was a tuff cookie, a lot stronger than I thought she'd be but eventually she calmed down, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I noticed that her robe had slipped up and her large soft breast sagged against my arms. I loosened my grip a little. "Are you ok?"

"No, no I'm not. Everyone's leaving me and no one gives a fuck about what happens to me. I'm just a used up husk." her tears came and streaked down her cheeks. Her head relaxed, falling back against my chest, her body jerking against me as she cried. I gently rubbed her head shushing her. I don't know why people always do that when your crying but it does seem to help.

I figured if I was going to get my chance to say my piece it was going to be now. "Mom, I want you to listen and listen good, I have absolutely no plans of leaving and if something ever came up where I would have to, then I would sure as Shit take you with me."

Turning her head, she looked up at me from over her shoulder, her wet eye lashes matted, Sniffling and sobbing. "Take me with you? Would you really take me with you? Your father always refused to take me anywhere."

I was beginning to see the picture now; I thought all this time that mom just preferred to be at home doing what she does but in truth, she had aspirations and dreams, my father just refused her and kept her in this quaint little place like a good little slave. Mom had been abused in ways I couldn't even imagine. I had to show her a better way, a better life.

I kissed her four head and wiped her eyes gently drying them with the corner to my pillow. "Mom, I love you, always have, and honestly, probably a lot more and differently than I should. You've always been my inspiration; everything I have or ever will accomplish is for you and because of you. I need you and always will. No mom, I'm not leaving you." smiling I tightened my arms around her gently. "Besides, you'd hafta pry my arms open for me to let you go run away."

"Not me, not from my baby" she squirmed around turning to face me; my arms wrapped tighter, pulling her to me, smashing her breasts to my chest, her hard nipples poking me. "Not ever." she whispered. Our mouths came together in a rush of excitement and passion, Shivers running through me. I slipped my hands under the elastic waste of her silky panties, gripping her perfect ass; spreading her butt cheeks apart, I slid my fingertips down and around, closer to her sex. Her pussy's juices soaking through the light material.

She moaned into my mouth, wrapping her tongue around mine with a hunger deep inside, a hunger that she never explored before. I kissed her back just as passionately. This was supposed to be wrong, taboo, unhealthy. Society will point their fingers and damn us if they ever find out. But they wouldn't. I would protect her. I couldn't deny her or the way I felt anymore anyway. It was too late, we had done gave in to our true feelings and I knew I couldn't just be her son ever again and she couldn't just be my mother.

I smiled, mom's fingertips running down my chest tickling my flesh. Slowly her fingers roamed down over my abdomen, past my navel and slipped down under the waistband of my shorts, taking hold of my excited cock. I was highly excited, slippery with precum, leaking like a faucet I was so turned on by this woman who I had dreamed of, suckled from, and wanted so badly for as far back as I could remember. My absolute first love and most forbidden desire was wrapping her soft living hand around my cock.

"Oh my, you have grown haven't you son" she gasped slowly gliding her hand up my length and then squeezing and twittering gently around the head. I shuddered, a ripple of intense pleasure pulsed through me. Then she ran her fingers all the way back down continuing it all over again. My head spun, my body quivering under her touch.

"Does mommy's big boy like that, hmm? Does that feel good baby," she whispered, moaning I shoved my hips hard against her, running my hands down under her ass. She raised a leg, wrapping it around me, giving me a better reach to her pussy, my mother's pussy. I kinda like the way that sounds.

"Oh mom, oh that feels so fucking good."' I whispered, another ripple of pleasure rolling through me. Her fist rolled around and over the slippery and tender flesh of my cock's head. I began pumping my hips, reaching down, rubbing my fingertips across her soak and wet cunt. I pushed two fingers up into her from around her soft, round ass.

'Oh, oh yes' she screamed. Working my fingers around I could feel her ass cheeks clench and tighten, her pussy muscles squeezing and sucking at my fingers. She was just as hot as I was, she wanted it as bad as I did and she showed it as her first orgasm ripped through her. Watching the pleasure on her face and listening to her moans was too much. I bucked my hips, my seed pumping out and coating her hand, our mouths locked in a kiss as we moaned together sharing a moment that I had wished for, but this felt so much better than I could have imagined.

I held her, burying my face in her hair, breathing her in. We both whimpered, our chests rising and falling. 'Our bodies relaxing in the glow as we both came down from our orgasm, contemplating what had just happened and what would. " you came allot." she chuckled pulling her hand out of my shorts. I rolled over collapsing onto my back.

She found her robe and wiped her hand on it. She stood coming around the bed and pulling my shorts off. I laughed, raising my ass to help her. She tossed them to the floor and stood between my knees.

"Guess it's my turn now huh?" she asked biting her lip.

My eyes were glassy and I felt high from the orgasm I just had, I looked her up and down, smiling and waiting patiently. I was entranced by her long lashes and soft plump lips. Slowly she lifted the pink sheer top up over her head, her large soft, fleshy breasts bouncing free. Her big brown, motherly nipples were perked and excited. My mouth watering, I felt a need to nurse from them like I once had, not for nourishment but for pleasure.

She grinned wickedly, hooking her thumbs in the waist of her panties. Dancing seductively, swaying her hips back and forth and around, stretching the band this way and that teasingly till she bent her knees pushing them off to the floor. She stood putting one hand waving in the air over her head and one on her curvy hip. "ta-da,"' she announced posing like a pinup model, my pinup model.

I drank her in, every bit, from her toes to her nose and beyond, she had the perfect shape of a French post card model but with bigger and much fuller tits. She was my mom in all her naked beauty, and for the first time I was able to look without restraint at her perfect well to me anyway body. She reached and climbed onto me like a cat, her wanting eyes looked up from under her brow, smiling mischievously as she bit her lower lip. Her big pillowy breasts swayed, rubbing the sensitive skin of my thighs. She moved further up till they rubbed over my half-hard cock, arching her back. I pushed my hips up as she brought her tits back down over my manhood again. My cock responded stiffening, the blood rushing and swelling in my loins. My hunger for this woman was insatiable, I wanted to drive right intro her, needed to feel the womb that I had emerged from surrounding me once again.

"Looky there, already ready already," she giggled climbing higher and straddling my hips. She reached down grabbing my cock and pushed it down. She sat down, burying my length between her slippery cunt lips, moving her hips slowly up and down sliding her juices and hard clit up and down my pole, whimpering in pleasure.

"Mmmm, does that feel good baby?" she asked, a trimmer passing through her, forcing her to clench her ass tight. Propping up on an elbow, I wrapped my arm around her bringing her hardened nipple to my wanting lips, I engulfed it, sucking tenderly, like a starving babe, mom gasping and moaning. "Oh god baby yes, just . . . like . . . that," she stammered softly. She moved her hips faster and faster bearing her clit down against my rod. Her body jerked, her pussies juices soaking me, dripping between my thighs. Drenched in her cum, nibbling the hard little nub of her nipple, I needed her.

She yelped in surprise when I rolled over tossing her onto her back. "I need you, oh good son I need you inside Me." she whispered reaching down, lining my cock up to her womb. She wrapped her legs around me, she shoving me inside her. I felt her pussy muscles clench and ripple around me.

"Oh yes," I gasped, sinking all the way to the bottom of her deepest reaches, so snug, so wet. I stayed there for a moment. There was no telling when she had been with my father last. I knew she was faithful of course but that just meant he had more power over her. But not anymore, no I would treat her like the empress she was, I would love her with the kind of love and passion that she deserved and I would do it selflessly.

Slowly I pulled back out of her and then forward again. A hard breath escaped mom's lips, a handful of my hair bunched in her fist. I pulled back and she thrust her hips up to meet mine. My head whirled to the sensation of being buried in my mother's cunt. Wet sounds mixed with the slapping of our bodies filled the air with the natural aroma of good lovemaking.

Moaning together our lips crashed into a deep hard kiss, I pumped in and out feeling her own pleasure shiver through her, her cunt sucking hungrily at my cock, wanting me to pour my seed into her, To replant a part of what once grew in my mother's loins. Slap, slap, slap our sticky flesh echoed.

"Oh, oh yesss mommaaa." I moaned softly, the first of my orgasm emptying inside her. Mom clenched onto me, tightly holding me, my cock pumping it's nectar into her.

"That's it baby, ohh yes. I want every drop in me." She said breathing with shallow deep breaths as another orgasm ripping through her. We froze, entangled and grasping each other, our chests rising and falling slick with perspiration.

We laid there for a moment, no other sounds than our own breaths and the beating of our hearts, our eyes locked, starring into one another. "Momma does..." I said attempting to ask a question. Mom put her finger to my lips and mine to hers, "Ssshhhh."

And so I didn't say another word. Laying there mom wrapped her arms around me and put my head to her breast smoothing my hair till I fell asleep to the low steady rhythm of her heart.