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The Wake

By: HarryOrwell



She was always the life of the party, telling raunchy jokes just to make the other adults squirm and groan. Always ready to wrestle with us boys, or go shopping with the girls. The favorite aunt who was really more like an older cousin.

Now, she stood in her den, welcoming friends and family who offered condolences, dressed in a black dress and matching heels. She smiled wanly, and her eyes flickered, a tear always just on the other side.

She had married late, but not for lack of suitors. She would always say, "When I marry, it's gonna be to someone who makes me laugh, and laughs with me."

She found Tony at 38, and he was 50. They fell in love, married, and began enjoying life. 

Tony had received a huge settlement from an accident, millions, they whispered, though no one dared ask. He showered her with the finest things, bought her a place here on Long Island, along with a winter condo in Boca. 

I remember, when I was about 10, they took me to Disney World. They were so happy to share their good fortune and their lives. So in love, and I would smile, and think, "When it's my turn, I hope I am as happy as them."

Now, at 48, here she stood, alone. Tony suffered a massive stroke, and hung on long enough for her to have lost weight, but since she had put on some pounds in the last few years, she looked lovely and fit. 

She caught me staring and winked at me, giving me that forced smile. I touched my heart and pointed to her, our sign of affection, and she returned the gesture.

Aunts, uncles and cousins were running around, making sure drinks were full, and food was on the tables, more fitting for one of our Irish wakes, than Tony's few Italian relatives would have preferred, I'm sure, but Tony had been adopted by us, as one of our own, due specifically to how he made Kate feel.

I did what I could, still thinking about the ball games we'd go to, video arcades where Tony would have rolls of quarters ready for me. And how we would laugh at the silliest things and have our own inside jokes and one-liners. At 20, I shouldn't be crying, but I think it was more sadness for Aunt Kate than Tony. She's the one who was suffering.

Sunset came, and people began filtering out, offering one last "sorry" as they left. Mom and Dad were among the last. 

"Thanks again, honey," Mom hugged me, "I know you have a long drive tomorrow, but I hate to think of her alone tonight in this big house."

"I told Lou about how special they both were, so he said I could take another day, if I needed."

"He sounds like a good boss," Dad chimed in.

I smiled. "He has his moments, but he's big on family, so he understands."

Soon, it was just Kate and I, cleaning up glasses. All perishables had been put away, my suit jacket was off in the summer heat, and i said, "Why don't you sit for a while, you must be exhausted."

She smiled again. She straightened up, put her hands on her back and arched her hips forward, making a cracking sound with her mouth as she did. "These old bones need an overhaul."

At five-seven, with a 36D chest, she seemed younger than 48, even in these trying times. The splash of freckles acros her nose, gave her additional youth, and except from crow's feet from smiling so much, there wasn't a wrinkle on her. I always thought she could have ben Miss America if she could only sing! 

"I can run you a hot bath? No? How about some nice tea?"

She cricked her neck. "Is there any Scotch left, or did Uncle Harry finish it off?"

"I had to make a run for more, plus vodka for Aunt Helen. We have plenty."

"Then pour me three fingers....no, make it a fistful! With ice."

I got the bottle for both of us, along with a water bottle for me. She had plopped down on the couch, finally kicking those heels off.

I paused again, getting myself under control. The last thing she needed now was a weepy kid next to her. I brought in the glasses with a large cup of ice and the bottle of Glenlivet, she and Tony's favorite.

I sat beside her and scooped the ice into her glass and poured an inch or so.

"More."

I gave her a splash more and she smiled. "Don't 

hold out on me, buddy, and don't forget yourself."

I poured ample amounts of us both and Kate held hers up, then said "Here's to you, Tony, you made me laugh and you made me cry, and I will love you til the day I die!"

She drank heartily, then smiled at me again. "Okay, that's over. Life goes on, and so do we." She clicked glasses with me, and we both drank, solemnly.

She patted my leg, and said, "John, I know this may not be the time to talk about this, but have you thought about going back to college?"

"Huh? No, not really."

"I don't mean to pry, but you were always a smart kid. And when you dropped out, Tony wanted to talk to you, but I stopped him. I didn't think he should be telling you what to do, since you know, he was just my husband, not real kin."

"Kate, Tony talked to me a lot about things, he never forced his ideas, and knew if I said no, I meant it."

"Well, if it's a money thing, Tony left me... comfortable, very, very comfortable. And he wanted to offer to pay your tuition and give you a stipend to live on, like a salary. He loved you very much."

My eyes swelled again. "I loved him too, not just because he made you so happy."

Her hand patted my knee and my eyes fixated on the large engagement ring he had bought her. 

"He loved taking you with us on vacations. Even last year, he wanted you to take a cruise with us, but I said, 'He's a grown man now, Tony. He doesn't want to go away with his aunt and uncle!"

I smiled, thinking she was probably right.

"He said, 'Well, we can ask, and he can say no!"

She scooped more ice and sat back, and her black dress, shorter than usually seen on a widow, moved with her. My eyes glimpsed white flesh above dark nylon stockings. My mind flashed to days at the beach, and her terrific body, how I would see other men look at her and poke each other, and get poked by their wives for looking.

When I reached puberty, she was the one who had black bras and panties in her bathroom, and sexy negligees in the bottom draw. This is how I knew she was a 36D. 

While exploring when they left me there alone, I came across photos in Tony's underwear drawer, of Kate, voluptuous Kate, with her red hair, and green eyes, in different poses and outfits.

Nothing pornographic, but definitively not PG. Some in see-thru nighties, one in a red teddy bear, where I could see her nipples jutting through.

On more than one occasion, I had whipped it out and stroked, dreaming those wicked childhood dreams of lust.

I gulped my Scotch and poured for both of us, and she didn't seem to notice her dress. I noticed my own problem developing, and shifted in my seat to try to keep it in check.

Kate said, "Well, I just figured I'd mention it. You have plenty of time to decide. Right now, I just have to get my life in order, go through all his stuff, you're welcome to anything, honey, Tony would have wanted it that way. His tools, golf clubs, when I get the funds in order, we'll talk further."

I tried to say it wasn't necessary but she broke me off mid-sentence. "John, you're like the son he never had. Please let his wishes be met." Her eyes were welling up now and I put my arm around her.

"Of course, Kate, I feel honored, he was a good man."

She began sobbing then, the wall came down and the tears flowed. I held her to me and her body was wracked in pain, and I wanted to ease it for her, any way I could. 

I whispered, "Go ahead, you deserve a good cry. You haven't had time for yourself, now you do."

She sniffled, my white shirt stained from her mascara, but I didn't care. She whispered, "Oh, John, I miss him so much!"

Her body pressed against me and her dress was up close to her crotch, and I could clearly see the garter belt, and against my will, I began growing, but since she was so close, she couldn't see it.

After a minute, the tears subsided, and I could feel her breath against my chest, against the wet stains over my nipple and her breath tingled my nipple.

It was as if she held one of those ice cubes to it, teasing it, teasing me. Her hand was on my chest, she felt the wetness and in turn felt my nipple which was like a pebble now, so hard. 

She lifted her head, looked at my ruined shirt. "Oh, Johnny, I'm so sorry!"

I pulled her close again and shushed her. "I don't do well in white, anyway."

She looked up again, and her eyes were full and she looked so sad. She put her hand behind her head and kissed me.

Any normal man would have accepted the kiss from his grieving aunt and been done with it, but not me! Somewhere, in my perverse depths, someone else took over and my lips parted and I held her kiss, for too long.

When we finally separated, I was mortified! Where had that come form? "I'm sorry..."

She pulled me back to her and slipped her tongue out, finding mine behind my lips and they danced.

We broke,and she stared up at me, and said, "Don't think badly of me... it's just been a long time."

"Kate, I love you, I could never think badly."

"And I love you, too."

We kissed again and this time she touched my nipple on purpose, she twisted it, while sucking at my tongue, and I knew it was my opportunity to feel those lovely breasts from Tony's sock drawer. I did, and she caught her breath and unbuttoned my shirt.

I reached behind and her dress opened easily. I pulled it down in the front and she wore one of those black bras I loved, half-cup with white flesh overflowing. At a touch, the tit was out over the top and I found her nipple, too. 

I felt her hand now on my groin, finding my bulge. At 20, all my experience was with girls, not women, and to be with someone who knew what she wanted was unique. She smiled between kisses, saying, "Why, Johnny! You bad boy! Aunt Katie's gonna have to fix this here problem!" giving my cock a playful squeeze.

I had the bra unhooked and she moved back from me, sliding the entire dress to the floor, now in just panties and stockings, kissing my bare chest, and down.

She was fumbling with my belt and I helped her. She had me stand and step out of the pants and pulled down my boxers as I looked down at her. 

She smiled from under my bobbing cock and let her tongue tease the underside, and I saw her other hand drop to her crotch, and part her panties, inserting a finger inside.

She knelt up and engulfed my head, and her tongue darted about. She paused and said, "You'd better sit but you fall down!" and I did.

I laid back and watched her, sucking my cock while her other hand worked feverishly. Her eyes, streaked of makeup seemed hungry for more, and she stopped after a moment.

She knelt there and said, "Baby, I gotta have it, don't hate me, please."

I touched her arm and said "I dreamt of this for years and felt so badly after."

"Well, we can both feel badly later."

She stood and slid the black lace panties down and her red patch had been bikini waxed to a tight vee, and she dipped a finger in and tasted it, her eyes rolling back in her head. 

"Hmmm, taste?" and I did. She held them to my lips and I licked hungrily as she straddled me on the couch and lowered herself onto my cock.

She gave a satisfied groan as she settled onto me, let my cock dig deep inside her, expanding her. 

She bent over me, kissing and biting my lips as she raised herself up to the limit, to where I would plop out but stopped there and paused. I had to thrust my hips to break her spell, and she moved with me, coming close to crushing me, then backing off again.

I held her hips and she was like a cement mixer, almost circular in motion, churning up my sperm within me.

She sat straight up now, her head rolling on her shoulders, those glorious tits, bouncing, and I grabbed hold of her nipples and twisted. "Oooh," she howled, then "Hmmm, yes, like that, yes, baby, faster, faster!"

I slammed my hips up at her and she met every thrust. We smacked together and our juices made a slurping sound, as she got louder and faster, saying "Yes, Yes, Yes!" and finally collapsing on my chest.

She kissed me deeply, said "Oh baby, I never came like that before! Now, it's your turn, fuck me hard now, I want you to come like you made me come!"

She spun around so her back was to me, then sat back down, and leaned towards my feet, rising up my cock, then back down.

"Can you see that, baby? Can you see your cock in me?" and I could, in and out of her fleshy white cheeks.

She was at it again, saying "Fuck me, baby, baby, fuck me!"

I plowed into her with abandon, seizing her garter belt like reins, riding this big red mare, hoping not to get thrown. 

She kept shouting encouragement, urging me deeper and harder. I was at the end, and knew it. "I'm coming!" I shouted, caught up in the moment. "Coming."

I came like a porn star, shooting blast after blast, filling her as she bucked. She rose off me and let my sperm drip out, onto my shaft and hips. Then she knelt and licked me clean, smearing what lip gloss she had remaining. 

We made love later in her bed, and in the morning she made me breakfast in that red teddy bear I liked so much. She convinced me to call Lou, my boss, and get the rest of the week off, so we can talk about the future, our future. 

The Wake



"Good fucking riddance!" Joseph said, being sure to relay every bit of disgust he could muster through the phone. "I'm glad the bastard's outta here."

"C'mon, JJ," Jennifer said. "I know you two didn't get along all that well, but she really did love him."

"Love him? Give me a break, Jen," he said. "She made it quite evident in who she wanted to be a part of her life and it wasn't me."

"As I recall, you were the one that left, JJ," Jennifer interjected. 

"Because he forced me to leave. You were there - you saw and heard the whole thing. And she let it happen. She didn't say a word - she just let it happen. I love her and I always will but she never stood up for me and she let that fucker kick me out," Joseph countered. "And he never let me come back. And swore that I'd never come back!"

"I know, JJ, I know," Jennifer said, trying hard to make sure Joseph felt the sympathy and empathy she was feeling. "But mom really hopes you can make it. It's been five years, JJ. Five years."

"Yeh, I know," Joseph said, resigned to the thought that he really did miss seeing his family. "I'll see what I can do. I miss you and mom but I'm not making any promises. I couldn't stand to be around him in life, and even now that the idiot's dead, I can't even stand to be around his dead corpse."

"Well, I hope you can get past all of that and come home. For mom. And for me. I love you JJ and I hope to see you soon."

"Bye, Jen," he said as he hung up the phone.

Joseph Jordan, or "JJ" as he was known to those closest to him, thought about his next move. Jennifer, or "Jen", was right. He knew he needed to come home and support his mother in her time of need. But the animosity and anger and sheer disgust he felt for his now-deceased stepfather was overwhelming. Janice, his mother, had met Morgan when JJ was 17 and the relationship was rocky right from the outset. Janice thought that Morgan's powerful, headstrong personality would mesh well with JJ, but she quickly learned that having two strong-willed men around in the same house was like pouring kerosene on a bonfire. Even after they married a year later, she thought things would get better but having Morgan under the same roof with JJ was disastrous. JJ tried his best to accommodate and step back for his mother's sake but every time he stepped back, Morgan saw it as an act of weakness and attacked JJ even more. Then, the day after his 19th birthday, JJ had enough. The argument had turned violent, leaving Morgan with a permanent limp and JJ with scars, both physically and emotionally. JJ left and vowed never to return.

And now, it was five years later and JJ had made a great life for himself. He had moved east and settled in Chicago. He had built a great life for himself from literally nothing and now was an assistant producer for a major television studio and a major player in the industry. And although he thought about his mother and sister often, he never let the thoughts linger long enough to get melancholy. But that phone call was a bit too much and he now found himself alone in his flat, looking for answers.

*****

As he exited the airport and hailed a taxi, JJ thought, "I should just turn around right now and go back home. They can't blame me for not coming back here. She hasn't even said a word to me in five years - she had Jen relay everything to me cause she was too damn afraid of Morgan. What the fuck! I should go back home." But as the taxi pulled up next to him, he knew he had to see her, to make true peace and to share with his family. 

*****

The house was just as he remembered - large and overbearing. And it was packed with people, all there to lend their condolences and well wishes to the family. As he walked in thru the front door, JJ recognized some faces, but there were three times as many that he didn't know. He made his way over to the bar and made himself a drink and continued scanning the room. 

After about 10 minutes, he left a tap on his shoulder and turned around. "Glad to see you could make it, son," Paul Lummis said. Paul was a long time family friend and the one man JJ could talk to when times had gotten rough. He'd been the only father figure JJ had ever known. 

"I've missed you, too." JJ put his drink down and gave Paul a big hug, the kind of hug that needed no words but conveyed every bit of gratitude and love. 

"And I've missed you too, Paul," JJ said. "How have you been?"

"I'm doing okay. Things have been steady. I've been keeping up with you, too. You're doing some really good work out there in Chicago. I'm proud of you. You're mother's really proud, too."

"Funny - she's never said a word of that to me," JJ retorted. "And that fucking low-life did all he could to make sure of that."

Hey, hey now son, I'm not the enemy here," Paul said. "No need to get out of sorts."

"I'm sorry, Paul. It wasn't directed at you. I know you aren't the enemy. Hell, you've been the only thing like a father to me I've ever known. Old wounds, you know? I don't like being back in this house. I almost got back on the plane and went back home."

"Well you are home now, son," Paul said solemnly. "And you need to go find your mother." Paul started looking around.

"I will, Paul. I will," JJ said, picking back up his drink. "I just need a bit more time. It took a lot to even set foot back in the driveway."

"I understand, JJ. Really, I do. Take your time." With that, Paul patted JJ on the back and went back into the crowd.

JJ found a chair and sat down, continuing to scan the crowd. As he looked around, the figure of a woman caught his eye and he was floored. "Damn," he said to himself. "I wonder who that is." The woman had her back to him and was at an odd angle but he could make out her amazing shape all too well. Even in the black dress, he knew she had a stunning body. Her legs and calves were amazing and the swell of her chest signified there was a major amount of tit flesh hiding underneath the material. JJ was also thrown at the fact that this was obviously an older woman - a much older woman. Her silver hair was cut fashionably short and JJ found it extremely attractive. JJ found himself getting an erection and he took a long gulp of his drink in an effort to help keep it bay. And as he stood up to pour himself another drink, the woman turned around and the two happened to make eye contact. JJ was stunned. It was Janice. His mother.

---

As the two stood there looking at each other, they were both frozen, unmoving. It had been five long years since he had last laid eyes on her and he almost didn't recognize her. Well, in fact, he didn't recognize her until he saw her face. She was a totally different woman from the one he remembered. This was still his mom, but at the same time, it wasn't. His mother had always been a very beautiful lady and JJ even saw that fact as he grew up. But the woman he was looking at now was a complete stunner. The emotions inside of him were twisted in complete knots - although he didn't know who she was at first, JJ couldn't believe he'd sprung a boner for his own mother. But the fact remained that he was completely taken by this woman standing 20 feet from him and found her to be absolutely enticing.

After what seemed an eternity, she finally started walking toward him. JJ wanted to move but he couldn't. His legs felt like lead weights and he was stuck in that one spot. As she got closer, he could see her eyes were welled up with tears and her lip was trembling. 

"Oh, JJ. I'm so glad you're here. I've missed you so, so much," Janice said as the tears silently made her way down her cheeks. She reached out her arms.

JJ finally stepped towards her and embraced her in a long, deep hug. "I've missed you too, mom," he whispered, hugging her tightly.

The tears were flowing more freely now. "JJ, my sweet JJ. I'm so, so sorry for all of those things that happened ..."

"Shhhh. It's okay, mom. Really, it's okay. I'm here for you. All of that stuff is long since past. It's okay."

Janice was bawling now, sobbing heavily into his shoulder. The crowded room fell near silent as they all turned to watch the moment between Janice and her son. Many of them knew the backstory and for those, this moment made them well up with tears as well. Slowly, one by one they made their way out of the room into other area of the house in order to give them time for themselves.

The two stood there for a long time. Eventually, Janice was able to calm herself down. She pulled away from JJ and walked over to the bar to grab something to wipe her face. 

"I'm sorry for that. Things have just been so bad lately," she started to explain, dabbing her eyes with the napkins she took from behind the bar.

"There's no need to try to explain anything to me mom. I know it's been hard."

"No dear," she said. "You don't know the half of it. But now's not the time to unload all of my grief on you. I'm just so happy you're home. Jen's going to be so grateful to see you."

"Where is she anyway?" he asked.

"She's on her way. She's taking care of some last minute things before the funeral. She should be here a bit later. She told me about your conversation the other day. I knew you'd come but I didn't expect you till much later tonight. I didn't think you'd want to be around all of these people."

"You're right - I don't," JJ said. "But like I said, I'm here for you, mom. For you and Jen. Not all of these people. And certainly not for that asshole. Fuck the fact he was your husband and I know you loved the dog. And I know he took care of you and Jen. But he was never a father to me and I'll never see him as such."

Janice walked over to her son and hugged him. "I know, dear. And I'm sorry for all of the turmoil you had to endure because of him. I should have never let things get to the point that they did. You have no idea how bad I felt, and still feel about that." 

"So why didn't you ever say anything, mom?" JJ asked, stepping back from his mother's arms. "Why did you allow that fucking loser to run our lives like that? Big deal he was some wealthy big shot - we were already wealthy without his money. My real father left us plenty - damn shame he died before I could even walk. But even in his death, we were well taken care of. What did this bastard ever do? What did he ever do to help enrich this family? We were doing just fine till he came along! And you just stood by and let it happen!"

JJ felt his emotions starting to get the better of him and noticed that he was raising his voice. He quickly throttled it down and poured himself another glass to calm down.

"I'm sorry," he said, after taking a long gulp. "Now's not the time for that. Is shouldn't have yelled. Hell, I shouldn't even be here."

Janice walked over to him. "Shhhh - don't say that. This is your home. And it was your home before Morgan ever set foot in it. And you have every reason to be upset. It was all my fault and you have no idea how I've beaten myself up over it. I look at myself everyday and wonder what went wrong."

She sat down, fighting back tears again. JJ went over and sat down beside her.

"What are you talking about? What's been going on?" he asked. He knew this was more than just about the fight five years ago. He had a feeling that this was something much, much deeper.

"Oh JJ. I told you now is not ..."

"Damn that, mom," he snapped. "Now is the time. I want to know what's been going on. I've been gone too long. You need to tell me what's been going on and what that idiot did to you."

Just then, Jennifer walked into the room. JJ looked at his sister and he felt his heart leap in his chest. He'd missed her terribly. He stood up and she ran over to him, throwing herself in his arms. The tears were flowing down her face, as she felt so elated to see her kid brother.

"I knew you'd make it," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. She began showering him with kisses all over his face and forehead. "I'm so glad you're home."

JJ pulled back with a little chuckle. He'd always felt embarrassed when she did that to him and even at 24 years old, he still felt like a little 10-year-old kid. The trio shared a laugh and the tension left the room. JJ stepped back and looked at the two of them. They looked so much alike. JJ thought they looked startling alike. He was sure to probe that later. But for now, he was just glad to be back between the two women in his life he loved more than life itself.

---

It was nice to be back in his old room. It felt oddly comfortable - odd to JJ since he had placed his head and heart so dead-set against ever feeling anything for this place again. The house was quiet now. All the guests had left and the only other people in the house were his mother and the housekeeper (in her own quarters out by the pool house). His sister had to leave and take care of some more business and he had planned to leave himself a bit later. He just didn't feel ready to spend the night in the house and his mother understood. They made a plan to meet in the morning for breakfast. But Janice wanted to speak with him at length before he left for the night. So while she made some calls, he had come up to his room to look around.

As he looked thru his things, he was surprised that his room had been left virtually untouched when he left (he later found out that his mother was very insistent on his room being kept off limits). He came across a picture of the three of them at a picnic when he was 18 and the thought came back to mind about just how much he'd noticed how their bodies had changed. While his sister's figure wasn't that dramatic - she was still of medium build but he did notice she had filled out a bit - his mother's figure had changed drastically. Comparing the woman in the picture to the woman that was downstairs, they were two completely different women. He took a long drink from the bottle of wine he had with him. 

Janice was always a fairly "robust" woman; she wasn't obese or fat or anything like that, but she could have been fairly described as "big-boned" or having a "healthy figure." The woman that he saw earlier, however, was something out of a movie. Janice had always had big breasts but what she was carrying now were absolutely humongous to JJ - easily the largest he'd ever been around. He couldn't see through the dress but judging from the condition of her legs that he saw, he knew that her body was more toned, more fit. Her face even seemed to be a bit younger and it while he knew that she had to have work done, someone that didn't know her would've never been able to tell.

As he looked through more of the items on his desk, he heard his mother raising her voice and yelling. He left his room and quietly walked down the stairs. He sat down on the bottom step and tried to listen in on the conversation but was unable to clearly understand the nature of the call. What he did determine, though, that whomever was on the other line had really upset his mother. He heard her slam down the phone and quietly start to sob. He stood up and peek around the corner and saw her sitting on the sofa, phone on the table in front of her next to a large bottle of wine and a half-full glass. She picked up the glass and swallowed the rest before pouring herself another. The room was a bit dark, lit only by the fire in the fireplace and a single lamp in the corner. The room felt both romantic and gloomy at the same time. JJ could tell she'd been drinking a bit. He walked into the den, sitting down beside her on the sofa. He put his arm around her.

"Who was that? What's wrong?" he asked.

Janice quickly wiped her face. "I feel like such a fool. I've done enough crying today for a lifetime. It was nothing. Just trying to clear up some matters dealing with Morgan."

"Apparently these matters are pretty bothersome if they've got you crying. The woman I know wouldn't shed a tear if it weren't something that really bothered her. So what's the deal? And you might as well spill it since you know I'm not going to stop until you tell me."

"Oh JJ - just as headstrong as ever. I never could keep anything from you," she said. She took another sip of wine and snuggled closer to him. "It feels good for you to be back home. This is where you belong." She started to cry again.

JJ pulled his mother closer. "Ok, ok, enough of all that crying," he said, trying to ease her. 

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just been so awful..." she said, burying her face into his chest.

Even as he sat there trying to comfort his mother, JJ couldn't help but notice her body again. Her dress had ridden up a bit and was showing much more leg than earlier. He found himself admiring the way her legs looked and once again, felt that same feeling he had felt earlier before he knew it was her mother he was looking at. He also had the distinct vantage point of being able to look right down the barrel of her dress into the vast canyon of cleavage. He needed to get his mind off of that and fast.

----

"So who was on the phone?" he asked. "What got you so upset?"

Janice calmed down a bit and sat up, grabbing her handkerchief and wiping her face. She took a long drink of wine and sat back into his arms. 

"Things weren't always great, JJ. Morgan was a good man, but he had a lot of flaws - and I know you are very well aware of them. It wasn't long after you left that things started to change. He was very good in taking care of me financially, but emotionally, things became strained. It wasn't just because you had left, but things between he and I just didn't seem to mesh. Long story short, he lost interest in me and he started seeing other women. I tried to make things right and I tried to do things to spice things back up - I wanted it to work. I really did love him and part of me still does. But he turned very abusive to me emotionally. That call was from one of his mistresses."

"Huh? One of? How many were there?" JJ asked.

"Three that I know of. All much younger, prettier," she said, not hiding her displeasure.

"I highly doubt that. You're gorgeous, mom," JJ said. He felt odd in saying it but it was very true to him - in every sense of the word. He continued to stare down into her cleavage and started to feel himself harden. He quickly tried to get back tot he topic at hand. "So what was the call about?"

"She wanted money. That's the only real reason they wanted to have anything to do with him. Little do they know that he squandered his money in bad investments. The one smart thing I ever did was that I never let him near my finances." JJ was relieved to hear that as she continued. "And I am especially glad that I spend any of my own money on this." She sat up and opened her arms as if presenting herself to an imaginary audience.

"What do you mean?" JJ knew full well what she was talking about but he had to play it cool. She shifted a bit in his seat, trying to hide the not so subtle bulge that had now formed in his crotch.

"C'mon JJ. You're a grown man. I know you've noticed how I've changed. I know it's been five years but you have to admit I'm not the same person you saw when you left."

With that, Janice stood up and put her hands on her hips, turning slowly around showing herself off.

"Your mother got herself a complete makeover and turned herself into a hottie," she chuckled. JJ was happy to see her laugh.

"I'm not going to lie, mom. I have noticed. And you look amazing."

"Well at least someone thinks so, even if it is my own flesh and blood. And I can see that I can at least get a rise out of a man." She nodded down to his crotch. JJ blushed a bit and quickly tried to adjust himself. 

Janice let out a little chuckle. "Don't be silly. You're a grown man. And you are very handsome and obviously very observant. I sure I've got nothing that you haven't seen on your girlfriends. Too bad Morgan never noticed. He never noticed anything. He didn't even notice these. Do you have any idea how big these are now?" She grabbed her boobs with both hands and lifted them up and down for emphasis. "I went from a DD cup to a damn KK! You believe that? And it's not just my tits. I got tucked here and lifted there - all to make myself more appealing to him. And he never even once touched me!"




The Wake



Janice plopped down back next to him and scooted closer and took another long sip of wine. Janice was starting to cry again but she fought hard to keep the tears at bay. JJ pulled his mother closer, trying to clear his head of the fog that was overtaking him. He knew the alcohol was affecting him and he had a feeling that it was starting to hit his mother as well. She'd always been a heavyweight when it came to putting down a few bottles but he didn't know just how long or how much she'd had.

"I've been so lonely, JJ. And he flaunted the women in front of me all the time. They went on trips, took cruises - the bastard even took one of them to Singapore. Singapore! That was supposed to be "our" place!" She let out a sarcastic chuckle. "It's been so hard, JJ. I'm still a woman with needs and feelings. He was a bastard but I loved him. I just don't think he ever loved me."

This time she couldn't help it and she let the tears flow. JJ pulled her closer and she buried her face into his broad chest. JJ couldn't help himself and let his eyes fall back over her exposed cleavage. The dress had rode up even further and he was able to see the top of her thigh-high nylons. The sight made his cock surge even more and it was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable and painful to sit there with his cock in that position. 

"Mom, I'm not going to try to stop you from crying and know you need the release. But if you are going to continue to sit here like this, you're going to make a mess of your dress." He said, hoping he didn't sound too out of place.

Janice got herself together and sat up. She stood up and lifted the dress up and over her head. JJ was floored as he sat there, looking up at this absolute goddess of a woman standing before him. Everything about what he saw was perfect. Her hair was a perfect mix of white and silver, cut and cropped very stylishly. Her arms were toned and her waist was nice and trim. She still had her side hips and big ass but it was noticeable to him that she had had work done on them and they were nice and toned. And then there was the thong. "Wow. A thong! My mom is wearing a THONG," he thought. Her shapely calves were damn near perfect. And her breasts. Not even the big bra could withstand the strain that was being put on it. He felt his cock creep further down his leg. This was not good, he thought to himself. She sat back down next to him.

"I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to sit here and drown you in tears. I've just held all of this in for so long. And the wine isn't helping either." They both laughed, helping break the tension. "I'm so glad my baby's home," she said. "I've missed you so much. You were always the man of the house. I should have never let you go away." She leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek just as JJ was turning to address what she'd just said. Their lips met. JJ quickly sat back.

"Oops. Sorry mom. I was about to say it was ok. All of that is water under the bridge now," he said, blushing a bit at the fact that he'd kissed his mom on the lips. They'd done that a countless number of times in the past, but this time felt different.

"There's never a need to say that you're sorry for giving me a kiss, sweetheart." As she turned to pour another glass of wine, her hand inadvertently slid down his leg and ran over the large protrusion running down his thigh. She stopped in her tracks and turned to look down at her hand. It was halfway down his thigh and she was clearly feeling what she knew was the head of his cock. Janice caught herself and tried to play it off, moved her hand away and casually resumed filling her glass. 

"Fuck, he's huge," she thought to herself. She'd only known three men in her life; her first love in high school, JJ's father, John, and Morgan. None of them could touch a cock like that, she thought. "Wow. I know he's made a lot of women happy with that missile," she said to herself. She shook her head. She needed a distraction. "Would you like a glass of your own, dear? Or do you mind sharing with me?" she asked him. She needed an excuse to get up and move. Feeling that made her heart jump up into her throat. 

"Yes, that'd be great," he said. 

Having his mother's hand on his cock was a bit more than he anticipated happening and JJ need to adjust himself in the worst way. As she stood up, JJ quickly stretched his legs and tried his best to adjust the steel rod running down his thigh. But any adjustments that he tried were futile. He watched his mother stand up and walk to the other side of the room, her big ass swaying and jiggling back and forth. It looked so damn good to him; he felt his mouth watering. The way the thin thread of fabric disappeared between those big cheeks was mesmerizing.

Janice knew he was looking and it felt deliciously evil to torture him. She knew it was wrong in every way, but it'd been so long since she'd been able to make a man react like that and she relished the feeling. It felt good to be attractive to someone, even it if was her son. But she knew that this was as far as she could take it. This was as far as it was going to go. But then she thought back to his cock. "My goodness, his cock," she sighed. "I wonder what having something that big would feel?" She shook her head again. She chalked it up to the wine. "Maybe I need to slow down," she said. 

She'd only made it halfway to the bar when she decided to turn around and head back. As she turned around, she caught JJ in mid shift. She stared at him in amazement, his cock looming large in his khaki pants even in the dim light of the room. JJ quickly sat up straight. She started walking back towards the sofa and JJ couldn't help himself. The view from the front was just as mesmerizing from the back. Janice said that she was now up to a KK cup but they looked even larger to JJ. She was simply amazing.

"I think I'm going to slow down on the wine and just sip from your glass, dear," she said. I'm feeling it a bit and I need to slow down.

"That's okay, mom," he said, standing up. "I think I'm done too and I'm gonna go ahead and had on to the hotel."

"Please don't be silly, JJ. You don't need to go to some hotel. This is your home. You belong here," she stepped closer to him. "You belong with me."

JJ didn't know quite how to take that last statement and Janice also found herself not really knowing how to handle what she'd just said. The sexual tension was palpable - there was absolutely no denying it. As much as JJ wanted to, he knew he couldn't take that step. And as much as Janice longed for him to take her right then and there, she knew it couldn't happen. JJ made the first move.

"You know it's already hard for me to be here, mom. Maybe tomorrow. But not tonight. I just can't tonight."

JJ's words gave them an out. There was an odd sense of relief for both of them, knowing how badly they wanted to take that next step.

"I understand, darling," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

JJ turned and started towards the door. They were silent as they walked down the long hallway. As they reached the door, JJ turned and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek, then a light kiss on the lips. Janice felt the butterflies in her stomach again.

"I'm at the Canterbury, room 1645. I'll see you in the morning. Love you, mom," he said.

"Good night love," Janice said as she closed the door behind him.

The cold air felt good on his face. It served to wake him up. As he walked down the steps, JJ cursed himself. "What the fuck was that, JJ? What was the reason for giving the room number? Are you trying to get yourself in trouble? Idiot! But ... damn - she sure did look good. Wow."

As he got behind the wheel of his car, he knew he'd adverted disaster.

"Just get some sleep, man," he said to himself. "Today's been a weird day. Tomorrow will be better."

As she closed the door behind JJ, Janice fell against the door. "What in the hell is wrong with you, Janice?" she asked herself. "That's your son for crying out loud. I know you need a release but get it together."

She walked back to the den and sat down and poured herself another glass of wine. "I wonder why he gave me his room number ... what was that about? I don't think he meant anything by it. But I do want to talk more. I need to talk more. It felt good to talk to him. I guess I can just call him, that'd probably be safer. But I don't have his number. Hmmm I could call the hotel. But that's impractical. I should just go there so we can talk. And I can always sleep in another room. The Canterbury has tons of suites too. And if he didn't get a suite, I can just get my own. I'll just put back on my dress and grab my coat."

As she pulled the dress back over her head, she rethought her plan. 

"This isn't a good idea, Janice. You should just stay home and wait and talk in the morning. Get some sleep."

As she grabbed her purse and keys, she made up her mind.

"No. Things will be okay. And I still have a lot I want to discuss with him before Jen sits down. Yes, I need to see him tonight."

----

JJ's head was spinning. He was buzzed, he was confused, and he was horny, with the latter being the most prevalent. He couldn't get the image of his mother out of his mind; her figure was exactly what he liked and everything about her was perfect. Except for one thing. And it was glaringly obvious.

He had to go clear his head, but he knew he wouldn't be able to do that in his hotel room. He needed something to occupy his mind. He looked over at the clock - it was still early. He picked up the phone and dialed his sister.

"Hey, Jen. It's me. I need to talk."

"Sure, JJ - I'm sure you do. I can only imagine the toll the whirlwind day's had on you."

"You gave no idea, sis. No idea," he said grumbling.

"Have you been drinking? I sure hope you're not driving, Joseph Allen Jordan," she scolded him. 

"Always the big sis, huh?" he said. "I'm pulling over now."

He pulled into the parking lot and found a secluded space. He turned off the car and opened the door. 

"You hear the door chimes? I'm parked now." That had always been their routine. Whenever she caught him drinking and driving, she would tell him to pull over and kill the ignition and open the door so she could hear the chime of the door alarm.

He closed the door. "It's about mom. She mentioned some things tonight about that shitty marriage of hers. What's the story?"

There was a long pause. "JJ ... I don't think that's a topic you want to get into right now."

"Mom already told me about his fooling around and she showed me some of the surgeries she had done for the guy. But I know there's something else."

Jen was hesitant to go full disclosure. "JJ ... you've always known that we share everything and there's nothing we keep from each other. And I'm not saying that I'm not going to tell you, but right now, it's just not a good time."

"What the hell you mean it's just not a good time?"

"Do you trust me, JJ?" she asked.

"You already know the answer to that. Of course I do."

"Then trust me on this. Please. All in due time."

Just as Jen finished her sentence, JJ looked up and saw his mother sitting at the stoplight right front of him.

"I wonder where she's going", he said aloud.

"Who?" Jen asked. JJ wasn't aware he'd said it out loud.

"Mom, I'm sitting in the Oakwood Plaza parking lot and I see mom in her car at the stop light not 20 yards in front of me. Kind of hard to miss her with that new hairdo. When I left the house she was half-nacked and about to go to bed," he said quickly, correcting himself and hoping that Jen didn't catch what he said.

"Hmmm. I dunno. The wake is tomorrow and I've already taken care of everything. It's 9:00 - nothing is open at this hour for her to have anything to get for tomorrow," Jen said, sounding very puzzled.

JJ had a feeling he knew where she was headed.

"Jen, I think I need to leave. As in go back to Chicago. Things have kinda gotten whacky. I shouldn't have come."

"What are you talking about, JJ? What happened after I left?"

"I'll tell you later. I need to go get my things. Love you, Jen. I'll call you soon. And promise me that we'll lay everything out on the table."

"Ok. I promise."

JJ hung up the phone and sat there pondering his next move.

End of Chapter 1



The Wake Ch. 02



Janice sat in her car for a long time, running through every scenario she could think of to explain to JJ why she was there at his hotel. She knew that she couldn’t come right out and say that she had sexual desires and feelings for him, for her son - that was the last thing she wanted to say. She also had no desire to lie to him, either. She’d always been up front with her children and tried very diligently to treat them in a mature fashion. She’d often look back on those years and wonder if had been a mistake, of not letting her children “be children” and having them grow up so fast. Now that seemed so long ago and so far away from where she was now. She had to lay it all out for him. She wasn’t going to live with this regret, no matter the consequences.

Janice opened the door and stepped out of the car. As she began walking towards the entrance, a car pulled up in front of her. It was JJ.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. 

“We need to talk, sweetie. There are some things we need to discuss. Why don’t you park; I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”

Janice didn’t wait for a reply as she stepped around the front of the car and continued walking towards the entrance. JJ was more than a bit stunned, but knew he needed to face the music and confront the situation head on. He found a space near the far end of the building and turned in quickly. He jumped out of the car and quickly made his way into the hotel.

Janice was sitting in one of the large chaise lounges in the lobby. JJ scanned the lobby as he walked in and stopped when he saw her – she looked absolutely stunning. Janice saw that he had stopped, and she stood up. Without saying a word, she turned and headed towards the bank of elevators in the center of the room. JJ followed and met her just as the elevator doors opened. They both stepped in and JJ pressed the button for his floor. 

The elevator ride seemed to take forever for Janice, but not nearly long enough for JJ. As the doors opened, Janice stepped out and turned to JJ. 

“Lead the way, sweetheart,” she said, in a throaty, almost sultry way. She hadn’t meant for it to come out that way, and she was a bit startled at hearing the tone of her own voice. She caught herself quickly. “Come on, you slow-poke,” she said in a more cheery fashion, hoping that JJ hadn’t noticed.

JJ stepped out of the elevator and led them down the hallway a short distance to his room. He took the key from his pocket and was just about to open the door when Janice touched his hand. 

“Before we go in, I want to you to know that I love you. Deeply. I want and need you to understand that.”

JJ’s head was all over the place. “What is this?” he thought. “Where’d that come from and what in the world does she want to talk about?”

“I know, mom,” he said. “I know you do. What was that for?”

“I just wanted you to know that. Once we go into that room, whatever is said … or done … I want you to know that I love you,” Janice said. 

The emotion of it all overwhelmed her, and she started to cry. JJ quickly stepped closer to her and reflexively put his arms around her, pulling her close to him. Janice buried her face into his neck and wept softly. 

The hallway was empty; the only sound that could be heard were Janice’s soft sighs and the light shifting of their clothing shifting against each other. JJ was acutely aware of the feeling of his mother’s warm, soft lips on his neck and tried hard not to let his thoughts of the situation take a different turn. The large swell of her chest was pressing into his chest and stomach, and he could feel her nipples hardening. He was starting to feel the blood rush to his genitals and he knew if he didn’t let her go within the next 30 seconds, he was going to spring a massive boner that he wouldn’t be able to hide.

Janice tears had ebbed, but she didn’t want to move. She felt so at peace standing there, so at ease holding her son. “If nothing else goes right tonight, I know I will always have this feeling,” she thought. She hugged him tighter and snuggled closer him, enjoying the mix of his natural scent and the light cologne he wore. She could feel the taught muscles in his chest and back, and it turned her on fiercely. She felt her nipples hardening and the pulse in her pussy growing stronger and stronger. She didn’t care – she was beyond trying to hide it now. She had made up in her mind that she was going to have JJ  - in every way possible. Janice felt JJ try to pull away but she pulled him closer.

“No,” she said. “Just another minute or two. It’s been so, so long since I’ve been held like this.”

JJ felt a pang of guilt and pity for his mother. He knew that Morgan had been an ass, but he didn’t fully realize the extent of it until now. His mother was desperately lonely, and he knew that her emotions and feelings were probably all over the place. Even still, he couldn’t help but feel the way he did about her. He didn’t want anything to happen and he wind up having sex with her out of sympathy. No, that’s not what he wanted at all. But he couldn’t deny what he was feeling and he knew she was feeling the same thing. 

Janice clutched at JJ harder, drawing him even tighter against him. As she pulled him closer, she felt his hard cock snaking down his leg, pressing hard into her. She slowly lifted her head from his neck and stared him deeply in the eyes. “I love you so, so much,” she said, her lips dangerously close to his. JJ could feel his erection straining in his pants, knowing that his mother could feel it as well. 

He leaned forward and kissed her gently, and Janice reciprocated, pressing her lips into his. Instinctively, he pushed his tongue into her lips, and before she knew what was happening, she greedily sucked it into her mouth, her tongue intertwining with his. It was as if the light bulb came on for them at the same time as the realization of what they were doing hit them and they each pulled back from the kiss. Just as they released the kiss, they heard the chime of the elevator. They looked up to see a young couple staring at them. The female gave a knowing smile and the guy winked at JJ before they turned and headed down the hall in the opposite direction.

Janice blushed with embarrassment and giggled. JJ felt flushed as well.

“Well, don’t you think we should at least get out of the hallway?” he asked. 

Janice reluctantly released her grip on him and stepped back. She gave a wry smile and chuckled a bit in an effort to downplay what had just happened.

“Yeh, you’re right, sweetie. Let’s go inside. I still have much to tell you.”

JJ could only imagine what else she had to say.
--

As they entered the room, Janice took a quick inventory of the suite and found the bar. She walked over and poured two glasses of wine. JJ quickly locked the door and took off his coat. He watched his mother walk to the bar and wondered just what he’d gotten himself into. There’d been no reason for him to come back to the hotel. He could’ve easily called and had them ship his belongings to him. 

Now that she was in the room, alone with her son, Janice felt emboldened. She felt empowered, in charge. It was a feeling she hadn’t felt in years and she relished every bit of it. She knew she would have JJ and nothing was going to stop her from her goal, not even JJ. She felt him move up behind her, and she turned to hand him the drink.

“So what did you want to talk about?” JJ asked, anxious to do everything he could to get his mother out of his room. The internal tug of war in his mind was tremendous. Part of him wanted nothing more than to haul ass out of there and catch the first flight he could back to Chicago. The other part of him, however, wanted nothing more than to feel this woman’s body wrapped around him as he buried himself deep inside of her. JJ could feel the blood rushing back to his crotch. He made a beeline for the couch and sat down.

“At the house,” Janice started, “I may have done or said some things that may have made you a bit at ease, and for that I apologize.” She took off her coat, walked over and sat down next to him. “I think some things were said that could’ve been taken the wrong way and I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.” She reached out and touched his leg, a bit higher than she should have. JJ took a long sip of wine to buy some time.

“Everything’s fine, mom. I just needed to go. I … I think it’s best if … it’d be best if I didn’t hang around. I need to go back Chicago.”

Janice had known it was hard for him to come back and that being home was difficult. 

“I know, dear. I know it’s hard for you, but it’s hard on all of us. It’s hard on your sister and it’s hard on me. And it hasn’t just been Morgan’s death – the last couple of years have been particularly hard on everyone.” Janice sat back and took a long drink before continuing.

“I know, mom. You told you before about some of the things that happened,” JJ said. “But for me, being here brings up things that I really don’t want to think about.”

Janice started to cry again. One minute she was feeling sorry for herself and the way things had went wrong with her children, the next minute she was lamenting her failed marriage and deceased husband, and the next minute she was fantasizing about having sex with her son. Her emotions were all over the place and she felt like a basket case.

JJ moved closer to her and put his arm around her. This time Janice didn’t hold back and she let the tears flow. All of the pent up emotion and confusion she was harboring was finally released and she cried. For the next couple of minutes, JJ sat there; content to console his mother as she released all the tension and turmoil she had carried for so many years. But even as he let her cry on his shoulder, JJ still couldn’t help that the sexual charge he had for her was still very strong. He looked down at her long legs, the swell of her calves, and the wide splay of her hips. He allowed his eyes to linger over the deep canyon of cleavage below him and he marveled at just how big his mother’s breasts were. Augmented or not, they were spectacular to him and he wanted nothing more than to run his tongue over every expanse of that soft, inviting flesh. 

Abruptly, Janice sat up and started fidgeting with her dress. “You were right. I’m making a mess of my dress,” she said, still weeping but trying to gain some measure of control. “I don’t want you to think I’m some crazy, loony old lady,” Janice said without looking up at JJ. “I know my emotions have been haywire and with all the wine I’ve consumed tonight, it hasn’t been helping. But I want you to know that I know full well what I’m about to say and I mean every bit of it.” She wiped her face and sat up as straight as she continued. 

“My first husband, your father, was a great man and we loved each other dearly. When he died I didn’t think I would find another man like him, but I did. Or at least I thought I did. In the beginning, Morgan was a dream and while he wasn’t to the measure your father was, I fell in love with him and things were great for a time. But that dream turned into a nightmare. And now he’s dead as well.” 

Janice gently grabbed JJ’s hand and moved closer to him.

“I have done everything that I have been asked to do, everything I was supposed to do. I’ve been a devoted and loyal wife and the best mother I could be to you and your sister. I’m not a young woman anymore … but I am still a woman. And I’m a woman that has had to live without certain things for a long time. I don’t think I made myself clear in my intentions when we spoke earlier at home. When I said that you belonged with me, I meant that. In every sense of the word.” 

Janice reached up inside of her dress and pulled off her thong underwear. Then she stood up and moved in front of JJ. She lifted her dress up and over her head, and she placed it in the chair on the other side of the end table. 

“I agree that I was making a mess of my dress when I was crying but that was only part of the reason I wanted to take it off,” she said, gaining more control of herself. “I also don’t think wearing that would be appropriate for what’s about to take place. I can take off the nylons, the heels, and the bra too if you’d like.”

“Just the bra,” JJ snapped, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he’d even realized he’d spoken them. “Leave everything else on.”

Janice sneered at his comments; she recalled how much she loved having sex dressed like that. It felt slutty and dirty and it was a huge turn on for her. And that thought of having sex dressed like this with her son made her pussy instantly wet.

“As you wish, sweetheart,” Janice said, this time making no excuses for her throaty, seductive tone. 

She slowly reached behind up and pulled the straps of her gigantic bra off of her shoulders and moved them down her arm. She pulled each arm up and through each loop, then slowly pulled the cups down. Her breasts spilled from their confines, spilling down to cover the upper portion of her stomach.  They were huge in every sense of the word.

“Do you like?” Janice asked. She felt odd asking the question because she really did want to know if he approved. She found the whole thing strange; her she was, seducing her son and asking him if she thought her body was to his liking. 

JJ sat there, unable to speak. He was totally enraptured at what he saw standing in front of him. He’d seen dozens of naked women but none were as striking as his mother. Everything about her was exactly what he wanted physically. Big (to the point of absurd) breasts, slim waist, thick thighs and legs and a big, round bottom. He’d struck gold. 

After a long silence, he finally spoke. “They are flawless. And I know this may be bit odd in timing, but since this whole thing is a bit awkward; I guess it doesn’t matter much. They look so natural. I seen good and bad boob jobs, but yours are amazing.”

“Why don’t you come up here and see for yourself?” she asked. Janice felt her whole body burst in goose bumps as she watched her son stand up and stepped towards her. Her whole body tingled when his fingertips touched the soft skin of her breasts; it felt like she’d been hit by a jolt of electricity.  JJ noticed her jump as he touched her and he stepped back.

“Uhhh, did I do something wrong?” he asked, pulling his hand back. Janice was quick to interject.

“No, no, no, dear. You did nothing wrong at all,” she said, reaching down to grab his hand. She slowly pulled him back closer to her and placed his hand on her breast. “It’s just been so long since I’ve felt a man’s touch,” she said softly. “It feels wonderful.”

JJ slowly moved his fingers across her tits, softly at first, then gradually adding pressure. Janice moaned and half closed her eyes. “Yes, sweetheart,” she sighed. “That feels so good. Your fingers are heaven.” 

JJ placed his free hand on the other breast, eliciting a deep groan from Janice. 

“Mmmmmm … don’t stop, baby. That feels so good,” she whispered. JJ stepped closer and squeezed her nipples. 

“Ohhhhhhh,” she groaned. “It’s been so long …  too long …”

“Tell me what you want,” JJ said. The tug of war was over; he was all in. “Suck me,” she whispered. JJ bent down and gently sucked her left nipple into his mouth. It was too much for Janice.

“Ahhhhhhh,” she exclaimed as she was rocked with a hard orgasm. Unlike most women that lost feeling after augmentation surgery, Janice had actually gained more feeling in her breasts. It had been far too many years since she’d know the sweet feeling of her nipples being sucked and lavished. She grabbed his head and pulled it against her, forcing him to take even more of her nipple into her mouth.

“Fuckkkkkkkk,” she groaned through gritted teeth as her pussy continued to throb and pulse. “Suck that tit, baby! Yessssssss – suck it!” JJ bit her nipple hard, and her body seized as she was caught up in another wave. “Ohhhhhhhhhh you bastard,” she moaned. JJ had always been turned on by filthy language and hearing it from come from his mother’s mouth was all the more enticing. He turned her around and let her fall back gently onto the couch.

Janice sat up; her head still feeling a bit woozy from the orgasms. She looked up at JJ dreamily but with intent in her voice. “I want to suck your cock. Now.” She didn’t wait for a response and unbuckled the belt of his trousers and unzipped his pants. JJ took off his shirt as she slid his pants down to his knees. His cock strained hard against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be released. Janice grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down quickly, freeing his big cock from their confines.

Janice gasped. “Damn!” she exclaimed. Having been with only two men in her life, but she’d watched her fair share of porn in the dorms with her roommates in college so she’d been exposed to other men. But seeing JJ took her breath away. While he wasn’t the longest she’d ever seen, he certainly was the thickest. 

Janice didn’t want to waste any more time. Without another word or any further hesitation, she grabbed the fat cock, leaned forward and gave the head a long, slow lick before sucking as much of the big head into her mouth. JJ’s knees buckled.

“Ohhhhh fuck,” he moaned. He wanted to close his eyes and relish every bit of the sensations, but he was transfixed at watching his mother sucking his cock. He felt an odd sense of pride watching his mother work over his cock. Watching her lick up and down the thick shaft and pump him was enough to drive his libido into overdrive. She couldn’t wrap her fingers all the way around so soon she was using both of her hands to stroke him.

JJ instinctively, but gently, grabbed the back of her head and pushed her further down on him. Janice greedily sucked as much of him into her mouth as she could. He lifted one leg and placed it on the armrest of the seat. His big balls swayed back and forth as Janice continued to pump his cock hard. JJ started to feel the familiar burn at the base of his balls and knew that if he allowed her to continue, she’d soon be covered in spunk. Reluctantly, he pulled back and took a step back from her. 

“Is everything okay?” she asked. “Did you not like that? I know it’s been a while but I’d hope that my talents haven’t fallen off that dramatically.” She had a look of genuine concern that JJ found both amusing and encouraging. “Oh no, everything is fine. You were fine, mom. It was good – a little too good actually. If you would’ve kept that up, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.”

Janice stood up and walked over to him. “But that’s what I want, sweetheart. I want nothing more than to please you,” she said, taking his head in her hands. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips before kneeling down in front of him to continue her work on his throbbing cock. 

Janice was completely enthralled by his cock. While she estimated the length to be fairly average or slightly above average, it was the thickness of it that was truly awe-inspiring. His girth was the largest she’d ever seen and by far the thickest she’d ever held. It took considerable effort to get her mouth around the head, but she relished every delicious second of it.  

JJ grunted and groaned as she continued her assault on his cock. The burning was growing stronger and as much as he wanted her to continue, he wanted something else a bit more. JJ pulled back and lifted his mother up off of her knees. He roughly pushed her down on the couch and kneeled down in front of her. He reached underneath her thighs and grabbed them, pulling her towards him so that she slid down and her back was resting on the seat cushion. He lifted her legs high into the air, and buried her face into her dripping pussy.

Janice cried out in delirious passion. She feeling of a moist tongue on her clit and soft lips on her labia were absolutely mesmerizing. JJ probed her moist slit, lazily licking and sucking her box to one crest after another of orgasm. As he expertly brought her to one orgasm after another with his tongue, he was jerking his cock with his right hand, rubbing the thick, slick pre-cum over as much of his cock as he could. 




The Wake Ch. 02



Right as she was in the middle of one of her peaks, JJ knew it was finally time. He rose from between her legs, grabbed his cock, and slid the big head in between the lips of her gaping pussy. The intrusion made Janice’s eyes open wide, as if she was in shock. Her mouth was agape, but there was no sound coming from it. 

“Ahhhhhhhh,” JJ moaned. He couldn’t believe how deliciously tight she was. It was the hottest, wettest, slickest and tightest box he’d ever been in – and the fact that it belonged to his mother nearly sent him over top. As her pushed in deeper, her mouth opened larger still. Janice was completely and utterly under the control of his thick, meaty rod. JJ pulled back an inch and drove back in, his thick cock stretching her pussy wide. 

“Ohhhhhhhh, JJ,” Janice sighed. “I never knew it could be this gooooooooood. Yes, baby, fuck me.”

Her words spurned JJ on further, causing him to sink another four inches at once. The deep invasion caused Janice to sit up so that her face was inches away from his. She locked her fingers behind his neck and leaned back, letting the wild sensations wash over her. JJ leaned down and with his left hand, lifted her large right tit up to his mouth and sucked on her nipple hard. This sent another wave of orgasm coursing through her body. J shifted their position on the couch so that they lay lengthwise. He lifted her legs and placed them up on his shoulders.

“You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want? You want all of this dick inside of you? You want me to fuck this tight fuckin’ pussy of yours? Is that what you want?” he probed her.

“Shut the fuck up, you big dicked fucker and fuck me! Give me all of that big cock!” she screamed lustily.

Her words sent JJ over the top. He pounded into her, driving his cock in and out of her at a relentless pace. She wrapped her legs tight around him and dug the heels of her shoes into his ass, further spurring him on. The feeling of her hose covered legs wrapped around him drove JJ crazy with lust. He’d never been so hard and so charged in his life. He certainly didn’t want things to end too soon so he pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach. Janice reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart so he would have a clear and unobstructed view of his target. 

In one long, smooth stroke, he buried his cock back inside of her. Janice loved doggie style, and she immediately set a hard pace, throwing her big ass back into him with each stroke. JJ reached back and grabbed the heels of her shoes and rode her for all he was worth. He was sure that the loud sounds of flesh smacking against flesh could be heard out into the hallway but he didn’t care. Right now all he wanted was his cock deep inside of his mother.

JJ started to grunt and groan as he felt his impending explosion nearing. Janice sensed it too, but she wasn’t quite ready for it – not yet anyway. She shifted her weight and slid far forward, leaving his juice drenched cock bobbing stickily in the air. She turned over and grabbed his cock. She greedily licked the shaft up and down, tasting her juices. She squeezed and sucked his cock hard. 

“I wanna feel that fat fucker between this juggs,” she screamed at him as she lay back on the sofa. “Morgan paid a helluva lot for these things and never got any use out of ‘em. Get that cock down her and let’s put these bastards to use!”

JJ slid up on the sofa and positioned himself over her massive expanse of tit flesh. Janice grabbed the base of his cock and slammed his cock down hard in her cleavage. She repeated the slapping several times before releasing his cock and lifting her big boobs up and around it. JJ pumped with all he could muster, pistoning his meat back and forth between her huge pillows. 

He couldn’t take it anymore and he roared in release. Janice let go of her tits and grabbed the base of his cock in one hand and pumped him with the other just as the first volley fired from his gaping piss slit. JJ fired a heavy load, five thick streams in all, onto his mother’s face, neck and breasts. She continued jacking him hard, long after his ejaculation has slowed to a dribble. She hungrily licked his cock clean and scooped up as much cum as she could, lifting her big tits to her mouth and licking up every drop that had fallen on them. JJ sat back and enjoyed the show as he caught his breath.

Janice sat up and slid back to rest on the other end of the sofa. She gently rubbed the lips of her pussy with one hand while lifting and rubbing her tits with the other. JJ’s limp, but massively thick cock lay along his thigh, stirring gently as he watched the show in front of him. 

JJ knew this was only the beginning of a most amazing journey. Going back to Chicago would have to wait a while longer.



The Wake Up



Author's note: This story posted by RedTang is actually co-authored by two Literotica authors, BlueTang and Ethyllene. The copyright is co-owned by both authors. Please visit our separate pages for other stories.

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Ava became aware of her surroundings slowly. She was warm and naked, lying under the crisp, white sheets of the bed. Hank's arm was around her. A ray of light on her face from between the curtains had woken her up. She smiled, remembering where she was. She could see the empty wine bottle sitting on top of the mini-bar. And then her eyes fell on the vibrator sitting on the end table, and she remembered what they had done the night before. She could hardly believe it - after months of planning, she and Hank had finally spent the night together. A long romance, finally consummated, in all the ways they could think of.

Hank stirred against her, pressed up against her back. She could feel his semi-hard cock against her cheeks. Ah, men. She pressed back against him, recalling how he had entered her the night before. It had been so good, after waiting so long.

Hank's breathing changed and Ava knew he was waking up too.

"Hi, baby," Hank whispered in her ear, nuzzling the back of her neck. He loved the feel of her long, red hair on his face. Ava had told him she thought her hair was her best feature, and although he could think of several things he'd put before that on the list, he did love waking up and nuzzling her gorgeous hair.

Ava took his hand and brought it to her lips, tightening his arm against her. She kissed his fingers, then turned her head and kissed him. He hugged her in response, pulling her upper body back against him while he pressed his legs against her, their entire bodies pressed together. Trapped against her soft cheeks, Hank's cock began to harden further. Ava explored his mouth with her tongue. She loved his passionate kisses. Kissing him was as electrifying as she had hoped it would be.

Ava took Hank's hand and brought it to her breast. The back of his fingers rubbed against her nipple, and she shivered as just this small touch caused it to harden. Escaping from her grip, Hank began to play with Ava's now-hard nipple. "Mmmm," Ava sighed. He ran his finger in circles around her nipple and then began to squeeze it. Ava sucked in her breath in quick response to the sensation.

Hank moved his hand lower. He traced circles under her breast, then down her belly until his fingers reached the top of her mound. He paused there, rubbing one finger over the very top of her lips. Ava moved her leg a little, giving Hank more access, allowing him to run his fingers along the side of her pussy. He savored the feeling of her bare skin under his soft touch. "I love the feeling of your skin," Hank breathed into Ava's ear. "You are so smooth."

"Just for you, honey," Ava answered.

Hank was anxious to see if she was still damp from the night before. He gradually reached his long fingertips and began to stroke her lips, and the line they made where they came together. Slowly, stroke by stroke, his forefinger gradually dipped between her lips, until they separated. He could feel that she was damp - and warm. Adding his middle finger, Hank gradually opened her lips with his fingers, until his finger was able to dip into her vagina. Slipping inside her, Hank could tell Ava was becoming not just damp, but wet. Ava moaned as he penetrated her. He used his fingers to spread her juices up the length of her slit to her clit. Her hips bucked as Hank rubbed his wet finger over her clit, forcing her ass back against his cock.

Hank paused from stroking Ava's pussy and took his cock in his hand. He began to rub it against her, tracing the crack of her ass with his tip. From the precum she could feel leaking from Hank's cock, Ava could tell just how much Hank wanted her this morning. She became even more wet as he stroked his cock up and down her ass. As his cock rubbed against her ass, Ava thought about how good he had felt inside her the night before. Her asshole was still throbbing from being stretched by his cock. Hank had taken his time in giving her one of her favorite treats, an anal orgasm to be remembered with the best of them.

"Baby?" she breathed.

"Mmmm hmmmm," he said.

She leaned back into him asked, "Would you rub my ass? Gently?"

Hank took his hand from his cock and placed it on her hip. Pulling back a little, he began to rub circles on her ass cheeks, working his way down. Reaching the crack of her ass, he ran his finger from the top all the way down to her asshole, circling the tender opening. He leaned into her, his cock just touching her asshole. Hank could feel precum ooze from his cock onto her ass.

Hank's fingers finally found Ava's asshole, and he gently rubbed his precum into her. She arched her back into him and moaned. He knew she was ready for something more. But he was a little surprised at what she wanted

She turned her head around and whispered, "Baby, my ass needs you."

"Really?" he asked. "After last night?"

"Mmm, yes baby, I need you to stretch it... again."

"Hmm. Well, maybe."

"Oh please, baby," Ava begged. To make her point, she pushed back against him more insistently, pushing her ass against his cock.

"Patience," he said. It was one of her favorite of his sayings, something he had said to her often over the past few months of their long-distance relationship. "Don't get too excited."

"I AM excited," Ava said.

Hank reached his hand up and smacked her left cheek. Whack! "Be patient baby," he said. Ava gasped and giggled at the same time. It had been shocking at first, how much she liked be spanked, but Hank obviously liked the feeling of control, as shown by how vigorously he embraced his role. One of the reasons that they had found themselves drawn to each other was that they had been completely willing to explore each other's fantasies and experiences. They agreed on boundaries at the extremes, but everything else - every forbidden fantasy, every fetish they'd read about - was fair game, at least once. "You're such a BAD girl," Hank said as he smacked Ava's ass again.

It was what he had said to her last night, too. After changing into the lingerie she had picked out especially for this trip -- the trip where she would finally meet the man she had been corresponding with for months -- she had come out of the bathroom to find Hank lying naked on the hotel bed. Standing at full attention. She caught her breath and her eyes grew wide. She had seen him over video chat, but he was much more beautiful in person. Her eyes were drawn to his lovely, hard cock. He watched her watch him and began to stroke himself. "Do you like that?" he had asked her.

"Oh, yes. Watching you makes me very excited," she had replied. She swallowed hard, drawn to him, yet nervous, and mesmerized by the motion of his hand.

"Because you are such a bad girl," he answered, with a gleam in his eye. "Come over here."

She had walked over to the bed and began kissing him. She liked how he kissed with quiet reserve; like he knew they had all the time in the world so he was not going to rush a second faster than he needed to.

Breaking their kiss, Hank murmured "I want to see just how bad you are." With that, he moved his fingers down to her bare pussy -- exposed under the sheer baby doll nightie. She moved her legs open a bit to accommodate his fingers. He stroked her lips gently. She put her head back and moaned. He slowly inserted the tip of his index finger into her hole, probing gently, then pushing deeper when he found her slick and smooth.

"You are wet," he said, as he slipped his finger out. "That's very bad. See?" He brought his finger up to her mouth and rubbed it across her lips.

Ava had closed her eyes and licked her lips, tasting herself, and then had sucked his finger into her mouth. "I am excited. But you made me that way," she had said, in her own defense.

"Hmmmm. Still," he said, "You weren't given permission to become aroused, so you must be punished."

Then Hank had sat up on the bed and pulled her across his lap. He had lifted the sheer nightie up to expose her buttocks to him. They were round, and smooth, and firm. He had stroked them gently. They were so inviting to him, and he knew what they concealed. Hank knew from their long email exchanges and telephone conversations over months that Ava was very anally stimulated. He continued to rub her beautiful ass, dipping his fingers between her cheeks to stroke the crack of her ass. But he also knew that she was anticipating something else from him. He did not want to disappoint, and had raised his hand and smacked her ass with a resounding whack! He could hear her catch her breath, but she did not call out. He raised his hand again and smacked her, a bit harder this time. She made a sharp intake of breath, but no actual sound. The third time he spanked her she had moaned. In pleasure. Hank had proceeded to spank her until she was dripping, at which point he had put her back on the bed to make love to her for the first time.

Oh, God, Ava thought, reliving the moment. I love this. But then another sharp smack brought her back to the present.

Thinking about their adventure from the night before, Hank was sliding his cock past Ava's asshole, towards her wet pussy. He began to rub it against her, this time between her pussy lips. Hank could feel her heat as he separated her pussy lips with the head of his cock. Feeling her opening, he began to push into her.

"Oh!" Ava exclaimed, not expecting him to be entering her pussy. After a long night's sleep, Ava was a tight fit for Hank, and it took several strokes, each one just a little deeper, to penetrate to any depth. Finally, he was able to push in as deep as he could go, buried to the hilt in her hot pussy. "Oh, yes."

Hank began to stroke in and out of Ava's pussy slowly, with small strokes. He reached around her to place his fingers on her pussy. He first held her slit together with her clit trapped inside, rotating her whole mound around. Then he spread her upper lips to expose her clit directly to his fingers. Ava shivered as he rubbed his finger over her.

Ava reached down between their legs, past her pussy, to try to reach Hank's balls. He angled himself back a little, separating his upper body from hers. He pushed in deeper, moving his balls closer to her reaching hand. She began rubbing him, bumping against his hand working at her pussy. "Oh, that feels good Ava," Hank murmured.

Hank continued to move in and out of her pussy, keeping his hand working at her pussy while she caressed his balls. Ava's breathing began to get more ragged.

Pausing his strokes, Hank asked "Baby, do you still want me in your ass? Do you want to be fucked that way too?" Ava loved dirty talk.

"Yes, baby, yes, I want you in my ass. Please?"

"You're such a bad girl to want me in your ass, Ava."

"Oh, I am, I'm a bad girl. Please, you made me wait so long, please put your hard cock in my ass."

Hank pulled his cock from Ava's pussy and slid back just a little. His cock was slick with her juices, and he began to rub the slippery head against her tender asshole. Positioning himself at the center of her asshole, he pushed very gently. He waited until she pushed back against him. He could feel her ass start to relax and let him slip in. Then he started pushing, slowly, but relentlessly keeping the pressure against her ass. Ava moaned as she tried to relax to accommodate him. "Oh... no... yes... oh... shit... ah."

Then, Hank's head popped into her. "Ohhhhh!" Ava buried her face in the pillow as she felt herself clench around him. Hank paused, waiting for her to relax. Finally, Ava started moving her body against him again. Hank pushed in a little farther, pausing when she moaned, then pushing in when she pushed back against him. He could feel her tight opening, but she felt smooth and soft where he was deeper inside her.

"You feel so good, baby." He muttered, between breaths.

Ava had finally relaxed to the point where Hank could start stroking in and out of her ass, slowly at first, but soon achieving a nice rhythm. Ava gave a little gasp each time he pushed a little deeper, but before long he was buried in her ass just the way he had been in her pussy.

With a slow rhythm going, Hank reached back around to Ava's pussy, opening her slit with his fingers, dipping them into her pussy to wet them, and then rubbing her clit with his fingers. The angle was a little different than fucking her pussy, and Hank needed to keep his hand on her hip at least some of the time for leverage. "Baby, I can't reach you, would you help me?"

"Mm, oh yes." Ava brought her hand to her pussy. Together, they rubbed her clit and dipped into her pussy, their fingers intertwining as they played with her together. Ava moaned.

"This is so hot... YOU are so hot baby... Both our hands on your pussy. Helping you get off. With my cock in your ass. You dirty girl." Hank muttered.

"Ohh, yes, baby, I'm so dirty, touching my pussy while you fuck my asshole again." They continued, Hank pushing into Ava's ass, both of them pushing into Ava's pussy. Then Ava said "Baby? Could... could we try the little vibe?"

"That can be arranged." Hank reached behind him to the side table and snatched up the small purple vibrator he had sent to her in the mail. Reaching back around Ava, he turned it on low and placed it against the length of her slit. He began to move it, placing it up against her clit, then running it down to her pussy and back. The attention made Ava moan again, and Hank felt her ass clench around his cock. Her tightening asshole sent shock waves of pleasure through him.

Each time Hank brought the vibe down to Ava's pussy, she pushed against it, seeming to try to suck it in to her pussy. Does she want me to fuck her with this too? he wondered. One way to find out. Repositioning the vibrator in his hand, and lying very still, Hank slowly begin to insert it into her pussy. "Oh, God. Oh, oh..." Ava grunted as Hank slid the vibrator in. It was a tight fit with the pressure of Hank's cock in her ass.

Finally, Hank had the vibrator in as deep as it would go. "How does it feel?"

"I'm... so... full." Ava panted. "It feels... so good." She reached down and grabbed the vibrator, twisting the power to a higher setting. Hank was surprised that all of a sudden he could feel the vibration through the thin membrane between her ass and pussy. The sensation was intense, adding stimulation to his cock, which he was holding still. Ava grabbed his hand, helping him pull the vibrator halfway out, then sliding it back in deep. Each push was rewarded by another moan from Ava.

Ava moved her hand back to her clit, moving more quickly. She moaned. "I am close, baby, so close." Ava's breathing got faster and faster.

Feeling the sensation of the vibrator through he walls of her pussy and ass, Hank knew he was close too, and held himself back. The tightness of Ava's ass, and the vibration, made his cock throb. He began slowly thrusting back and forth inside her.

"I want you to cum," he murmured. "With both your holes filled. You dirty girl."

"Yes, baby, I'm such a dirty girl, for you," she panted.

Hank began to move faster, pulling out halfway, then thrusting back in hard. After 3 or 4 thrusts, he paused, switching his attention to the vibrator, sliding it out and back in. Ava's moans were almost continuous now, getting louder each time he thrust into her ass. "Take this," Hank gasped, putting Ava's hand on the vibrator so he could grab her hip. Ava's hand worked feverishly to hold the vibrator in place and put pressure on her clit as Hank's thrusts became faster, and harder.

Suddenly, Ava's body stiffened, then began to shudder and shake, as she moaned in unmistakable ecstasy. Hank felt her ass tighten down on his cock. He couldn't take it anymore. He felt her asshole clenching around him, making it so tight that he almost couldn't cum, and he found himself pushing even deeper into her as he felt his cum build up. Then he exploded in her ass, joining her in her own orgasm. "Oh Christ!" Ava cried out as he thrust into her, as she felt the wash of his hot semen inside her. Both of them shuddered as Hank pumped, and pumped again, Ava's legs tightening around her hand and the vibrator. Finally, Hank collapsed, his cock still twitching inside her, but his energy gone. Ava turned the vibrator off, leaving it inside her, savoring the continuing feeling of fullness.

After a minute to catch his breath, Hank reached around to pull Ava back towards him, his cock slowly starting to soften. "Oh, I love your ass, Ava."

"Mmm, I'm so glad you do. That was a nice wakeup."

"Yes it was. You've been awake just for half an hour, and you're already cream filled, my dirty girl. It's going to be a good day."

"Yes, I think it will be," She said with a smile and stretched like a cat. She got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. Her long, red hair was flowing down her back. "I'm going to shower," she said, looking over her shoulder. "Are you going to join me?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I wouldn't miss it," Hank said.



The Wake Up Call



Mark woke early, struggling for a few moments to register where he was. The clock said 5.45 and the room was dark, except for the pale green light as the clock face glowed. He took a few moments to let his eyes get used to the dark and smiled as the shape that lay next to him came into focus.

It had taken a long journey to get to this point – months of conversations, online at first, then e-mail after e-mail and eventually the phone calls. The time zone difference had been a killer, one never being in the same place and time as the other, snatching conversations whilst one or other was at work or in the rare moments when they'd both been home at the same time. Despite the difficulties, the connection had been obvious from day one, the spark between them intense, the discussions moving quickly on to likes and dislikes, to sexual preferences, to the fantasies that they shared. They knew that the ocean between them, the age difference and a myriad other things made anything permanent unlikely, but the passion and desire between them was beyond strong, leading to many masturbation fuelled fantasies of the other.

It hadn't taken Mark long to realise that he had to meet this woman, touch her, kiss her. He knew that they deserved the pleasure they both desperately wanted to give to the other, even if it was just once. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about her till he'd put a touch, a taste, a smell to the words and images they'd exchanged. It took courage to book the flight – after all, there's a safety behind a computer screen or a telephone. The distance limits the hurt that rejection or, worse, stronger feelings can cause. He did it though – found the flights, booked a hotel and invited her to meet him for dinner.

He smiled as he remembered that dinner, just last night. The plane had landed just a few short hours previously, but neither of them could wait any longer, regardless of the effects the jet lag would have. It couldn't have gone any better, from the smile on her face as she walked into the hotel bar and saw him at the bar, to the electric charge between them as they hugged slightly nervously. She had looked amazing in her black cocktail dress and heels, hugging her gorgeous curves. Mark couldn't take his eyes off her as they sat at the bar, nor as they ate dinner in a secluded corner, laughing, gently teasing each other with flirtatious comments, hands touching increasingly often as the level in the wine bottle slowly went lower and lower. The Shiraz they drank relaxed them both, taking the conversation from nervous and ever so slightly stilted to their standard relaxed banter, fuelled by desire for each other. 

Once the pair had eaten, there was nothing more natural than to walk hand in hand to the lift lobby, going upstairs to his hotel room, to finally get to turn all of their words into actions, exploring each other, connecting in the most intimate and carnal way possible.

Now, the morning after, Mark smiled as he looked at Linda's sleeping form, remembering the sensations of the previous evening. He'd known she was beautiful from the photos they'd shared, but nothing had prepared him for the beauty he saw as they undressed each other. The way she carried herself, the desire that was obviously inside her made her the sexiest woman he could remember. The sex had been intense, driven by passion and a fulfilment of several months' worth of teasing and imagining. They'd both orgasmed quickly, exploding with pleasure whilst joined together. Much as they would both have liked to carry on, the strains of the nerves that both had felt all day, plus the jetlag from his flight meant that they quickly fell asleep, curled up together.

It was that jetlag that had woken Mark so early and he lay there gazing at the sleeping woman beside him, smiling. He didn't feel awkward about the night before - just certain that coming to see her had been the right thing to do. She was laying face down, her gorgeous blonde hair splayed across the pillow and down to her shoulders, poking out from the sheets. He knew that she never normally slept naked, but there had been no incentive to leave the embrace they shared last night to find clothes, so he knew that her beautiful body was completely bare under the covers.

As he watched her sleep, a thought crossed his mind, making the smile broaden. They'd spoken many times about how they both preferred morning sex and he decided that he should show her just how he thought a woman should be woken. 

Mark lifted himself to his knees, taking care to move slowly so as not to disturb her, not yet anyway. He bent over and kissed her head gently and then moved the covers slowly down, uncovering her back. He started to gently run his hands over her skin, not massaging as such, just touching, rubbing gently, up and down, covering every inch of her back, sliding his hands down her sides as well. He could feel her start to stir as he caressed her, enjoying the feel of her silky soft skin under his palms. He leaned over again, gently brushing her hair from her neck, kissing that sweet spot at the nape, before resuming the caress. Her breathing changed as he moved, suggesting that she might have woken.

"Good morning beautiful"

She murmured a response, not really words, just that post-sleep, not quite awake moment when feelings are expressed with noises. 

"Don't move darling", he said, "just lay there and enjoy..."

He felt her body react under his hands as he continued to run them across her back, gradually going lower, pushing the covers further down so that he could see and stroke her butt, the part of her body she considered her best feature. Mark wasn't about to argue about that as he ran his hands over the gorgeous curves, before continuing down to caress each of her long legs. As he moved up and down her body, he heard her murmur again, this time almost a whimper of a noise, heading in the general direction of a moan. He felt her legs part ever so slightly as he ran his hands over the upper part of her legs, but he ignored it, moving his hands upwards again, over her back, rubbing her shoulders before kissing the nape of her neck. Linda's eyes were open now, and she smiled he came into her eye line. 

He moved his body so he was laying beside her again, brushing her hair away from her face with a finger, before leaning in to kiss her gently. She responded in kind, melting into the touch of his soft lips, feeling a warmth pass through her body. He slid his arms round her and gently turned her so that she lay on her back, kissing her all the while. The kisses were soft, gently exploring each other's mouth, both of them now fully awake and full of desire for the other. 

Mark pulled away, smiled and resumed his caress of her body, now running his hands over the front. She made as if to speak, but he put a finger on her lips and smiled. She returned his smile, and lay back, awaiting his touch. He took his time, caressing her all over, mostly with the palm of his hand, but occasionally using his index finger to circle her nipples, nipples that were now hard with excitement. He ran his hands over her stomach, her hips, calves, feet, always gently, feeling her muscles contract and relax in anticipation. He took care to avoid the area between her legs, running his hands up the inside of her thighs, but stopping short of the ultimate prize. Each time he stopped, or diverted his touch, Linda whimpered, ready to beg for his fingers to find her clit. Her hips started to thrust, trying to find his hands, but he continued to move around the rest of her body.

"Please.....", she sighed. "Please touch me."

He smiled; those were the words he'd been waiting to hear. He slid his hand down from her stomach to between her legs. He kept his fingers straight and clamped together, running the entire of his hand up and down her moist lips. She sighed and wiggled, to try and maintain the contact. He leaned over, keeping his hand stationary between her legs, and kissed her, harder than at any other time that morning, enjoying the response from her body and her lips. Their kiss continued for some time, with duelling tongues and gently but insistent nibbles on lips, but his hand didn't move, despite her bodily protestations and obvious desire for more. 

He broke the kiss and started to slide down the bed, kissing her body as he went, flicking a tongue over each nipple, kissing her stomach, her thighs, her knees, her feet, before positioning himself between her legs, tongue drawing circles on her inner thigh. He took a long lingering look at her shaved pussy before, with a wicked smile, blowing gently and repeatedly onto her hardened clit. The pleasure she felt as the cold air flowed over her most sensitive spot was both exquisite but also tortuous – she needed more, and needed it quickly.

"Suck it, suck my clit for me baby."

Again, he didn't need asking for a second time and moved his lips forward to circle that hard bud of flesh, running his tongue around it. She bucked immediately, the sensation being almost too much, but he refused to let go, caressing her clit with his lips and tongue. Her moans were getting louder as he teased, looking for the spot or the motion that would send her to ecstasy. He moved away for a moment, caught his breath and then ran his tongue up and down her slit, tasting all her juices, before returning to her clit. Her hands were on his head, running over the short hair, trying to hold him in the perfect spot. 

He could feel that she was getting close, but wanted to me certain that he made this a memorable orgasm. His hands slipped from her thighs underneath her, caressing her cheeks as he lifted her pelvis towards his mouth. His tongue was working faster and her breath getting shorter and quicker, a sure sign she was approaching the point of no return. He stretched a finger and rubbed up against her asshole, gently teasing. Her legs wrapped round his torso, pulling him into her and opening her butt to his touch, enabling him to slide his finger inside her. As he did so, he redoubled his attention on her clit, drawing figures of eight with his tongue. 

The twin sensations pushed her over the edge and her orgasm blew through her like a whirlwind, moaning his name as the pleasure took over, her heart racing at a speed far higher than exercise had taken her for a long time. He felt her body relax, her legs fall from around him, her hands reaching for him. 

Reluctantly, he began to move, running his tongue over her lips one last time to taste her sweetness, before moving up her body slowly, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. He lay beside her, opening his arms for her to slide into, brushing her hair as she gradually regained composure.

"So," he said, "can this be a morning plan for the next few days?"

She smiled, pulled him close and drifted towards sleep, contemplating what she could do to pay him back for the best wakeup call she'd ever experienced.



The Wake-Up Call



This is my first submission so tell me what you think please

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Its the morning after our first time together. We fell asleep in each others arms, just basking in the glow of the best sex that we ever had. Our bodies laying side by side in the beautiful mold of nakedness. 

I wake up before you do to the best feeling in the world, your soft skin rubbing against my body. It immediately turns me on again, but you are still sound asleep. So I ease myself away from you and down to your legs where I start at your toes and start kissing each of them, when you feel this start to happen you wake up slightly but I tell you to just lay quietly and let me explore you. Then I come up and kiss your lips passionately. I put your hands above your head and tell you to hold them there and not to move. You agree with no hesitation. 

I go back down to your toes, where I kiss and suck on each of them, then I kiss up your ankles while I slowly massage your legs following my kisses. I spread your legs wide and start kissing up your right calf, and massaging it as I ascend. Then past your knee and up your thigh. I kiss and lick all the way up to where your leg meets your pussy and then I tease that little area right at the bend there. You begin to squirm and then you let out a soft moan as I blow softly onto your pussy lips so you can feel that I am close, but I don't touch it. 

I go back down to your left ankle, moving up your calf, past your knee and to your thigh repeating the same kissing and massaging as with the other leg. Then I tease the same spot on the other side. Then I blow on you again. 

This time following the blow, I lick all the way around you from top to bottom, on the top side I like down your now really wet slit getting close to your clit but not quite hitting it. You tense in anticipation, I can feel you squirm and you try to push my tongue down to your pussy so that I can make you cum like I did the night before. 

But instead I kiss and lick up your tummy more to your belly button and I play with your belly button ring with my tongue and then I ease up your chest and suck on each of your nipples till they are hard. Then I come up a little more to your neck and kiss and suck on your neck. Then I kiss you passionately again. Then I tease your mouth with my tongue. 

At this point I am teasing your pussy with the head of my dick, nothing more, just the head. Rubbing your wetness around with the head of my dick and then I start kissing back down your chest, stopping at each nipple again to make sure it stays hard. Then I lick back down to your belly button and then this time when I reach your pussy I spread your pussy lips and I stick my tongue as far inside you as I can and I lick all of your sweet juices. 

You taste so incredible, and you are so wet by now. I Love the taste of you, its so sweet and I want to just stay down there and have you cum on my face. I want to suck it all up and lick you more. So I take your clit under my tongue and start letting my tongue dance with it and I can feel you really squirming now. Every now and again I stick my tongue deep inside your pussy and then go right back to your clit. I can hear you moaning louder and just at that point you cant keep from touching me anymore and you grab my head and run your fingers through my hair and push my face down into your cunt. You are looking right in my eyes as I am sucking on your Lovely mound. I cant get enough, but then you cum and I am in heaven. 

As you are still going on your high from cumming, I pull myself up and kiss you passionately letting you taste everything I tasted and then shoving my whole cock in your pussy, all the way to the base. I then start pushing in and out faster and harder. I want to fill you with my cum now and I want you to cum again with me. I raise up so you and I can both watch all 8 inches dig inside you. Watching me slide in and out of you. We are meeting each others motion and just feeling so incredible. 

As I feel my orgasm building I can see in your eyes that you are close to, so I tell you that I want you to cum with me. So we quicken our pace and I can feel myself about to explode, right before I do I can feel your orgasm start as your pussy grabs a hold of my dick and squeezes all the cum out of me. I can feel myself cum inside you and you just hold me there savoring the affect of our massive orgasm. We are both exhausted and I just collapse on top of you, still inside you and I can feel my dick pulsing in you and your pussy still having spasms and then I kiss you passionately and tell you that I Love you and say good morning. 

Sure beats an alarm clock.



The Wake Up Call



I smiled, still dreaming, as your hand slid down my side, brushing my breast before sliding into place to grip my hip. I was sleeping on my side, and I felt your warm, solid form settle against me, your chest to my back, my butt nestled against your stomach. I started to stir as your other hand played idly with my hair as your lips pressed against my shoulder. Content, I pushed back against you, snuggling.

I felt you push your hardening cock between my legs. I spread them slightly to allow you better access, tilting my hips to allow your cock to come to rest against my pussy lips. I moaned softly as you began to gently thrust against my lips, cock trapped between my legs. With a slight movement, you slipped between the lips, still sliding against me, not yet penetrating me. Between the sweet dreams I'd been having all night and the feeling of you pressed against me, I was already wet, and so you slide easily against me. The head of your cock was making frequent contact with my clit, and my hips started to move on their own to increase the friction.

My eyes flew open as the head of your cock slid inside my pussy, making me realize this was not a dream but reality. I lifted my leg and with your guiding hand, brought it back behind me to rest on top of your legs, allowing greater access. Ever so slowly, you slid your hard cock into my dripping pussy inch by inch until you were buried in me. I reached behind me to grab onto you—any part of you that I could touch and hold onto—and moved my hips to encourage you to move. Your answering groan let me know that I was turning you on as much as you turned me on, but the feel of your lips, tongue, and teeth on my shoulder and neck brought my movements to a frenzy. I tried to work my hips as much as I could in the position without losing you inside of me.

A slight buzzing noise permeated my awareness, but I was so focused on the feeling of you in me, against me that it didn't register until I felt the vibrations against my clit. As you held the small pocket vibrator against my clit while still holding me against you, I groaned. It felt wonderful, but there was something missing, and I tried (in vain) to move my hips to get you to do what I wanted. 

"Fuck me," I moaned, my voice hoarse from sleep and breathless from the activities. "Please, I need you to fuck me."

With an answering groan, you began sliding your cock in and out of my pussy, still holding the vibe in place. My legs were shaking and I was still reaching back to grab a hold of your side. Your tongue and teeth were working the particularly sensitive side of my neck and my free hand grappled at the sheets and pillows, looking for something to hold onto.

The consistent and gentle sliding of your cock turned into the hard thrusts of fucking. It was enough to send me over the edge, and I screamed as my orgasm overtook me. I felt the sharp pain of your teeth against my shoulder as you bit me as I continued to ride out the waves of pleasure with every hard thrust of your cock into my pussy. I wrenched the vibrator out of your fingers as my too sensitive clit started protesting, but you just slid your fingers over the nub and continued rubbing, holding me in place. My nails were now biting into the skin on your ass, but rather than hearing complaints, I just heard the sound of harsh breathing, letting me know that you were close.

"I need you to cum for me," I whispered. I felt you nip me again with your teeth and groaned, thrusting back against you as well as I could. With one last, hard thrust, you buried yourself fully in my pussy and I could feel the throbbing and pulsing of your cock as you filled me with cum. You groaned my name against my shoulder and I felt a shudder pass through your body.

We lay connected like that for a while after, my leg thrown backwards over your hip, you buried inside of me. After a moment, you slid out of me, moving my leg to a more comfortable position, and pressing your body against me to spoon me with an arm around me.

"Good morning, baby," you whispered against my hair.

I laughed softly. "Good morning, indeed."