6 comments/ 130720 views/ 19 favorites Why He Fucked His Momma By: julybear7 this story is based on a true incident in my life, successfully dealt with in therapy. Everything after they leave the gigolo's apartment is fantasy, and is not something I would condone. I don't condone what happens before that either, but it happened. Jb7 He sat there, puzzled, disoriented. Even with his eyes closed, the smell of the place, something was foreign, not his room, not his bed. Dimly, as through a thick fog, he heard voices murmuring. A male voice was moaning, humming with pleasure, accompanied by a woman's mews of delight. As the fog of sleep lifted, the sounds became clearer, more easily identified, comprehended. "Hey, take it easy. I've already got a circus tent pole in my pants." It was the male voice, slightly familiar. A low sensuous chuckle was the response. "I can take care of that for you." His mother's voice. The evening, the day came rushing back to him. ##### The call had come into the mechanical lab where he worked calibrating meters and gauges for the testing firm which employed him. It was just after nine thirty that morning. "Greg McKenzie. Good morning." "Good morning to you, too. What's got you all full of piss and vinegar this morning?" It was his mother's voice, bright and chipper, something of a rarity recently, especially this time of day. "Hey, Mom. You sound like somebody hit you with a happy stick, too. What's up?" "You weren't thinking about coming down tonight, were you?" "Unnnh, not really. Joanne and I had made plans to go to dinner and then..." "Oh." She paused for a long ten seconds. "I hate to impose, but could you come down? I'm sort of in a bind down here." "What's going on? Your boss giving you problems?" "No, nothing like that. You've met Joe, haven't you? Well," she drew it out, like she was debating with herself how much to confess. "Last night he wanted to...sleep over. When I said no, he got upset and raised his hand like he was going to hit me. He must have seen my expression, 'cause I was ready to hit him back, and you know he wouldn't have got back up this week. When he left, I heard a sound like two cars hitting, and when I went out this morning, the grille and fender on the passenger side of my car were all smashed in. I can't prove it was him, but I'm certain it was. "I'm working alone tonight, and don't have a ride home. I was hoping you could come down and give me a lift." ***** You, dear reader need some background. Our foggy hero's mother and stepfather were currently separated, not yet even contemplating divorce. Since they were legally separated, both enjoyed the freedom to 'date' anyone they wanted, without the need to explain why things couldn't go any further. Thus both could sleep around as much as their reputations would stand without the possibility of their partners wanting to get entangled in matrimony, of which both claimed they had had enough. Greg's stepfather had been a farm hand on the mother's family farm when she caught her second illegitimate baby (our protagonist). She played on the stepfather's sympathetic and greedy nature, convincing him to say he was the baby's father. What they had not foreseen was her father's reaction to the second pregnancy without a wedding. As soon as the baby was old enough to travel (three months at that time), they were not so politely asked to get their asses off his farm, even though by this time they were married. She had grown up on that farm. Although she wasn't very big at five seven and a hundred and fifteen pounds, she was strong, and had the hands of a farm worker. Greg had memories of her hitting him upside the head when he was a teenager, for giving her sass. His head rang for a day and a half. When her father said leave, she said it near broke her heart, then that steel rod she used for a backbone set in, like it always did when she had to do something unpleasant. She didn't say a word, just turned, went to her room, packed their bags and walked out without a by your leave. She never returned to the farm to spend the night. The couple were together for just about twenty-one years, when she walked out, six weeks after Greg's birthday. At first, she had moved into an apartment in her brother's house, across the street from her husband, to be close to her children. That lasted about a year. When the separation became legal, she moved and started dating. Her employer opened a branch of his retail grocery business in a town about thirty-five miles north, and convinced her to move, to be the book keeper and assistant manager. That was about three years after she left her husband. Greg was living and working in a medium sized city called Milburn, about a forty five minute drive from the village of Elk Hill, where his mom's store was located. It was an easy drive, and more than a few of the people who worked in the factories surrounding Milburn made it twice a day, so, while it was inconvenient at the time, it wasn't a huge imposition. ***** "You could bring Joanne, we could have dinner here together." "Okay, I'll ask her," Greg said, seeing his plans to explore the next step in his relationship with Joanne go out the window for this weekend. He was right. When he got to talk to her, she just laughed and politely declined. "Knowing your mom, call me when you get back Sunday. Maybe we can get together for a bit then." Realizing she was probably right, he simply nodded and drove to his apartment to pack an overnight bag. With his mother's eating and drinking habits in mind, he stopped at a truck stop and had a garbage plate (cheeseburger, fries, slaw, mac salad and beans) for dinner. Tomorrow, he would not be nice to be around, but he should last most of tonight drinking anything but zombies. He got to his mother's store just a few minutes after eight o'clock, in time to see her lock the front door and turn off the show room lights. He drove around to the back parking lot and knocked on the employee entrance. When Cindy, his mother, saw that Joanne was not with him, she told him that she hoped she hadn't spoiled or interrupted any important plans. "Nothing that won't wait a year or two," he replied, with a wry grin. "Oh," she said knowingly, "you two getting serious?" "We're thinking about getting serious." He glanced through the window to the back parking lot. "Where's your car?" "I called Charlie's Body Shop. They came and got it right after lunch. The insurance is already taken care of, and Joe can either pay the deductible, or spend weekends in the county jail for the next year for leaving the scene of an accident. He has matching damage, and paint scrapings from both cars match the other. "The smug son of a bitch. If the car takes more than a week to fix, he'll have to pay the rental from Monday on. My insurance will pay for the first week." Greg shook his head, silently wishing he were back in Milburn, his head buried between Joanne's thighs. That's where the night had been programmed to start. He looked at Cindy. "Well. Where can we eat?" A bar just around the corner put out a salad bar every Friday, featuring fresh fruits and vegetables from Cindy's employer, their original raison d'etre. After eating there, and finishing a bottle of wine, Cindy had asked Greg if they could hit a couple of other bars in town. It soon became apparent to Greg that Cindy was well known in the places she chose to visit with him. By the time they reached their last stop, he was just about out of it. It was one thirty in the morning; he had been up since five o'clock the morning before. In addition to the half bottle of wine he had with dinner, there had been a highball or cocktail or two (Cindy insisted) at each of the four stops before this. He was twice Cindy's size; how did she hold up so well? He was vaguely aware of the bartender. A youngish, gigolo-looking, slightly built toady, as Greg called him to himself. The only virtue he had, that Greg could see, was that he seemed to like Cindy. Somehow, Greg remembered, he had been helped up the steps to Carlos' apartment. ##### "Hey, take it easy. I've already got a circus tent pole in my pants." "I can take care of that for you." "What about him?" "He's asleep. When he's been drinking like tonight, when he goes to sleep, he can sleep through a hurricane." He heard the unmistakable rasp of a zipper. Even though his eyes were still closed, with the sudden surge of anger, he saw red. Without moving from the easy chair he was in, he yawned and stretched, knocking over his drink and the lamp on the table next to the chair. "Shit!" That was Cindy. It was followed by the sound of running feet. Greg stood and turned just in time to see her half naked form run out the apartment door into the hallway. He glanced about the room and saw Carlos looking at him over the back of the sofa separating the two living areas, his eyes wide and frightened. Greg looked like the football player he had once been. Carlos looked like he was still fifteen. Greg walked around the sofa, picking up Cindy's panties and bra. He stood there, looking down at Carlos, his prick flaccid, laying on his slacks. Greg reached down, inside the other man's pants, and grabbed his testes, squeezing them a bit more than gently. "I'm not going to hear a word about this, am I, from anyone?" "N-n-no." "In fact, didn't I hear you say you were moving out of state this weekend?" "Y-y-yeah, you might have." There was a slightly firmer squeeze. "Y-y-yes! I-I'm moving to Illi—I mean California!" The change in location had been prompted by another increase in pressure. "Good; see that you do." Greg withdrew his hand, and without repositioning Carlos' flaccid prick, zipped up his fly. Greg was able to stifle the resulting scream with a throw pillow. With Cindy's underwear in his jacket pocket, he picked up her coat and purse and went outside to his car. Cindy was waiting there. Without saying a word to her, he threw her stuff into the back seat, then opened and held the passenger door for her, still without a word. Docilely, she got in and sat down. As Greg walked around the car to get in, she reached into the back for her coat. She was just starting to slip her arms in when Greg opened his door and jerked it away from her, to throw it into the back of the car. "You won't need that. If you're cold, you can move over and cuddle up against me to stay warm." She relaxed a bit. The bit of kindness the words implied gave her some hope. Greg started the car, then reached around his mother and pulled her to him so that her back was up against his side, his right hand firmly grasping her left breast. Cindy reached up to pull his hand away, saying, "What are you doing? I'm you mother..." "No! No mother would have done what you were doing." Cindy blanched, hearing the fury and rage in his voice, realizing the implication in the words. "Stop it anyway. You're hurting me." "Sorry," Greg replied, easing his grip. "Don't want you to be uncomfortable." He then released her breast and dropped his hand into her lap, and pushed it under her skirt. Before Cindy had fully grasped his intention, he was holding her bare pussy in his hand, two fingers fully buried in her sheath. Cindy pulled away from him, reflexively. "What in hell do you think you're doing. I'm your mother, for shit's sake!" He swung the steering wheel back and forth, pulling her back to him. "Careful, don't make me lose control. I'd hate to hear the stories they might tell if we were found like this. As for you being my mother, I thought we had settled that. And a shit's sake is about all that's worth, apparently." "I'm sorry. Now, let go of me." "Not yet, it's keeping my hand warm. Maybe when we get to your apartment." Recognizing the resolve in his voice, Cindy slumped back against him, trying to keep her mind off the fingers softly moving in her, off the fingers and the taboo situation, not totally successfully. Although the village was small, given the lights and stop signs which Greg obsessively obeyed, it took nearly ten minutes to get to her apartment. As soon as he freed her pussy, Cindy was across the seat and out the car door. She ran across the small parking lot to the entry door. Only then realizing she had left her purse and coat, along with her keys, in the car. She looked back to see her son carrying the coat and purse, tossing and catching the bunch of keys. He wrapped the arm with the coat and purse around her waist as he opened the door. Inside was a long straight stairway to her apartment. As she started up the stairs, she felt his hand snake up her skirt and grab her by the cunt again. Again, she felt his middle two fingers enter her. The other two fingers bracketed her clit and began a light massage, while his thumb assaulted her rosebud. She froze on the stairs. "W...what are you going to do?" she asked, her breath catching in her throat. Before answering, Greg dumped her coat and purse in her arms, then reached up and slid his hand inside her blouse, caressing her breasts. "Haven't decided yet. It was pretty certain Joanne was going to spend the weekend at my place, something we both had been looking forward to for a month or so. It would have been our first time together, so I'm a little pissed about that. "Then you go and pull that stunt with piss-ant Carlos and that mini dick he calls a tent pole. That has me majorly pissed. I'm not sure what pisses me off more, that it was you, or that you were gonna fuck him. Get upstairs. I'll decide when we get inside." Greg was not naive. He knew his mother had been having sex, more or less regularly since the separation had become legal. The problem with Joe, he was sure, was that Joe had started taking the sex for granted and had stopped courting his mother. While attempting to maintain the fiction they weren't sleeping together, she had voiced the complaint several times over the past few months. Based on conversations with Joanne, he had advised his mother to ration her favors. Based on her behavior tonight, she had apparently decided if not Joe, then she would take whomever she could attract. He was also aware of the copious fluids running down his hand. By the time they reached the top of the eighteen stair flight, Cindy was approaching orgasm. Her breathing was ragged, her knees rubbery, and Greg was practically lifting her from stair to stair. He reached around her to unlock the door and pushed her inside.As she staggered into the kitchen, the rear entry to her apartment, Greg withdrew his hand. Cindy deposited her load on the table and turned to look at her son. A fraction of an inch under six feet, 195 pounds of sleek muscle, kept in shape by the twice weekly swim at the Y, there was little of his biological father visible in him. Her family's stamp was plain on his face and in his build. Greg looked at his mother. They shared the same dark dishwater blonde hair and blue eyes. Like him, she bore the family visage, though softened by her feminine genes. She was attractive enough still at forty-five to turn men's heads, but not enough to be called pretty. Over the years she had put on a little weight so she was pleasantly rounded and sported a nice pair of BB boobs, sensitive boobs he had learned tonight. He stepped toward the waiting woman, reaching out with his right hand to the collar of her blouse, just above the first fastened button. "Tell me, Momma," he whispered, sending a chill down her spine, "you ever been forced?" She shook her head no. "Ever been fucked in the ass?" Her face registered the alarm she felt. "No," she said emphatically, "and it's not going to happen tonight! I may or may not deserve whatever else you do to me tonight, but there is no way in hell I will permit that!" Greg jerked his hand toward the floor. Buttons went flying everywhere accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric. He pushed the torn garment from her shoulders and off her wrists. She felt his hands grab the waist of the skirt. "No," she said, grabbing his hands. "It costs too much to replace skirts." She unbuttoned and unzipped the garment, and let it fall. Her son grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the apartment to her bedroom and threw her on the bed on her back. She lay there, watching as he removed his clothes. She gasped when he removed his pants and she saw the outline of his cock, resembling the Mull of Kintyre, in his jockeys. That was something he had inherited from his biological father. With seven children and two pairs of adults on the farm (her sibs, parents and an aunt and uncle), there had been numerous times she had seen the family's one-eye in varying degrees of rampancy. Her son, not yet fully erect from what she could see, was already bigger than her male relatives. She felt herself open further. Greg approached the bed and his mother. He walked up on the bed on his knees and continued up her body, straddling her until he reached her shoulders, his cock about three quarters erect, dangling over her mouth. No word was exchanged as she reached up and slid her mouth over his corona, her tongue lightly massaging it as she applied enough suction to cause her cheeks to cave in slightly. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face into his groin, roughly, causing her to gag. She closed her teeth just tightly enough on his staff to remind him where it was. When he jerked back, she released him and pulled away. "I told you, I may or may not deserve what you're going to do to me, but no woman deserves to be treated like that, whatever she may have done. I will not allow you or any other man to abuse me in that way. You can fuck me as hard as you please, and I will suck your cock until the cows come home as long as you don't try to choke me on it." Her reprimand took a bit of the anger out Greg. He flopped down beside her. "Why? And why him?" She looked to the ceiling, thinking. "I was mad at Joe, for a bunch of reasons; and I was horny, partly mad horny, partly because Joe hadn't made me come in nearly a month. As for Carlos," she shrugged, "he was just there." "You know the story of how he had fucked you with me there in the room would have been all over Main Street Monday morning." 'Shit! I never thought about that. I better get to him tomorrow." "If you can find him. I told him to get out of town, out of state actually. He will. I gave him a small taste of what might happen if he doesn't." "What'd you do?" she asked, an anxious tone in her voice. "I zipped his slacks back up without putting his prick back in his shorts." "Ouch!" she laughed. "Are we done here, or are you going to finish what you started?" "I think I want to finish at least part of it. I can't punish you for being human, no matter how angry it made me; but we're still two very horny people who need release." He pulled her to him and kissed her, meeting her tongue on its way into his mouth. Cindy didn't have to work the next day, so they spent the day in bed. Greg learned several ways to arouse and pleasure his partners. Cindy learned to enjoy anal sex. The next weekend Greg and Joanne had their time together. It was perfect. Up until she told him she was getting married the following Spring, to her boss's boss. Why He Fucked His Momma Ch. 02 Chapter 02 Greg and his mom pick up a pair of newlyweds for some fun. This picks up the story of Greg and his mother, six months after he nearly raped her in anger. It's all fantasy. Everyone is over 18. If the response to this is good enough, there are a couple of story lines to be developed. Signed comments will be acknowledged. Enjoy, Jb7 * Cindy glanced at the clock as she answered the phone. Ten to twelve, ten minutes to her lunch hour; she hoped it wasn't going to be a long call. "Elk Hill General Store, Cindy speaking." "Hi, Mom. This a bad time?" "Greg, sweetie, you know it's never a bad time for you. What's up?" "I saw in the paper yesterday they've opened the Queen's Gardens in Niagara Falls on the Canadian side, and was wondering if you'd like to go have a look with me this coming weekend." "That'd be nice. When were you thinking of going?" "I could pick you up Friday after work, or a little sooner, if you can get away, and we'd be back Sunday evening." "The whole weekend? I'm not sure..." "Don't you have some vacation time? You've been working for those guys for three or four years, and, as far as I know, haven't taken any time off at all." "You're right. Let me see what I can do. It has to be this weekend?" "Yeah, Joanne's getting married this weekend, and I'd rather be out of town, away from the looks and questions, if you know what I mean." "I know," she said, sympathetically. "I'll get off work Friday at lunchtime, and arrange it so I don't have to be back until Tuesday morning. Will that work for you?" "Super. I'll pick you up at your place around one on Friday. Thanks, Love." Greg turned his car off and looked at the building housing his mother's apartment, remembering the night last Fall that had forever altered their relationship. Since that night, he and Cindy had been lovers, with rabbit like appetites. Although she called herself a plain vanilla sex lover, there wasn't anything she wouldn't try, once; and, as long as it didn't hurt too much, leave visible signs, or strike her as too gross, try again, if he really wanted. While she would allow spanking by hand, and demanded reciprocity, she would not allow brushes, paddles, whips or any other instrument; similarly, although she relished cleaning his cock after he came in her pussy, after the first time she had done it, she refused to take his cock in her mouth, until he had washed, following an ass fuck. He let himself into the building and ran up the stairs. He knocked on the door and pushed it open. Cindy was leaning against her kitchen table, her BB boobs enjoying the open air, her dark nipples already erect. She welcomed her son into her arms and returned his passionate kiss, pushing her hips into his. When their lips separated, she gave her hips a little wriggle, caressing his burgeoning cock. "Do we have time for a bit of fun, or should we leave right away." "Mmm, we have until six to check in, or I can call and pay for the room and they'll hold it until midnight," he said nibbling around her collarbone and neck. "As soon as I finish fucking you the first time, I'll do that." "First time," she laughed, "how many times do you think we can squeeze in before we need to leave?" "I don't know; somewhere between two and twenty-two." His hands started drawing up her skirt in the back as he slid his lips down to her breast, resulting in a long, low moan. "Like that?" he asked as his hands finally reached the hem of her skirt. "Mmm, I like this," he murmured, rubbing his hands over her bare ass. "Like it a lot." "So I remember," she moaned. "D'you want to keep on out here, or go in the bedroom?" She was fumbling with his belt and zipper, while his hands were busy searching her thatch for her passage to pleasure. When they found and entered their goal, Cindy realized she was about to come. "Oh, shit, do me now! Get this rod in me now! OMiGod, I'm about to..." and she did as Greg shoved his eight and a half inch tool to the bottom of her hungry, waiting, wet chonch. As she stood there, leaning against the table, hanging on to him and quaking through her climax, Greg pumped his rigidity repeatedly into her quivering quim until he erupted into his mother, bathing her interior walls with his hot seed, triggering another small spasm of pleasure in her forty-five year old pussy. She moaned her disapproval when Greg withdrew and picked her up by her ass, to carry her to the bedroom. He put her down in the center of the bed, then stood back to remove his clothes. When he was naked, he removed the skirt she still wore, then joined her on the bed, his knees straddling her shoulders, his face above her groin. He lowered his hips so his half erect cock touched Cindy's waiting lips, and felt them open to swallow as much as she could of the well creamed piece of man meat. Meanwhile he had dropped his face between her open thighs to attack lingually the opening he had just filled with come. Still sensitive from her climax, Cindy's hips jerked when his tongue first passed over her clit on its way to her opening. She moaned around his cock as his tongue invaded her. Greg felt his dick swell and harden as his mother moaned and hummed on it, at the same time he felt her opening widen and fresh pussy juice wash his cum out of her, into his waiting mouth. He pulled his cock away from his mother's pleasuring mouth and tongue, then flipped her over and pushed her flat on the bed, entering her from the rear, in the reverse missionary position. "Mmm," she said. "I think this is my favorite position." Greg's mouth closed on her ear lobe as his left hand snaked under her to grab her right breast, his right hand already making its way to her clit. He began his plunging action, searching for the spot on her sheath walls which would magnify the efforts of his right hand. Soon her coos and moans as he stroked in and out told him he had found the spot. In a few minutes, her ragged breathing and louder vocals told him she was close. Perversely, he stopped and waited until her breathing was more regular. "You little shit," she laughed, her only comment. He started again, repeating the sequence three more times, until her breathing was not able to be calmed. "You bastard," she moaned. "You do this again, and I promise, when I get even, you'll walk around with a hard on for a week." Greg laughed and resumed his pleasure giving plunges, quickly bringing Cindy to the hardest, most pleasurable orgasm she had had since Greg had nearly raped her six months ago, quickly followed by his own nut-emptying jettison of sperm. After a brief nap and a shared shower, Cindy fixed them some sandwiches as Greg phoned the hotel and arranged for a late check-in. They ate, then Cindy packed a few clothes and essentials and they were off on the three hour drive to the East Coast's only Natural Wonder on list of the Seven Natural Wonders of the World. When they checked in, around seven, they learned the dining room served dinner until nine, snacks, dessert and drinks until eleven. The club room also served snacks and dessert along with drinks and dancing until three since it was Friday night. After unpacking, and dressing appropriately for the dining room (ties and jackets for the men, dressy skirts and dresses for the women), they made their way to the dining room. Even at eight o'clock, they found to their dismay, the dining room was crowded. They got to the hostess desk just seconds before a younger couple. When the hostess returned to her station, she asked if they desired a table for four. In response to a question, they learned that one was available now, but there would be a twenty minute wait for a table for two, and much longer for the younger couple. Greg turned to the young man and asked if he and his young lady would like to join them, not revealing the relationship between him and his mother. The young couple readily agreed. At the table, introductions were quickly exchanged. Arnie and Meg were both barely out of their teens, and had been given a long weekend wedding trip by their church young adult group since they were the only couple in the congregation being married this year. To celebrate, Greg ordered a magnum of champagne for the table. When the couple started to object, Greg pointed out there was no one from their small Ohio town to observe them, and that even Christ had celebrated weddings with wine. Under the influence of the bubbly, Cindy and the young couple grew animated and before long everyone was acting like they had been good friends since childhood. After dinner, which Greg paid for, they adjourned to the clubroom, where things continued as they had begun. When the live music started, Cindy insisted Arnie dance with her. Good manners dictated that Greg ask Meg, who at first demurred, saying she didn't know how to dance. Greg insisted, saying he could teach her in a few steps, since it was a slow dance. As he and Meg made their way to the floor, Greg saw Arnie and Cindy, his hands firmly planted on her ass; her hips plastered against his groin, moving side to side as they danced. Greg pulled Meg loosely into his arms, to demonstrate the simple fox trot step and led her through a couple of simple turns. She smiled when she realized how simple it would be. As they danced, Greg pulled her closer, his hand resting on the top of her ass, at the bottom of the small of her back, his left arm folded up so the back of his hand rested against the front of her breast. Just as the song ended, he bent down and kissed her, just below the ear, and heard a low "Oooo," in response. The next song was suitable for the frug Greg had learned years ago in college. He showed Meg the basic step, and had her copy him as they danced. With the following slow dance, he pulled her arms around his neck and slid his around her waist and pulled her into him. He bent down and kissed her at the junction of neck and shoulder, holding her hips tightly against him. In their position on the dance floor, his right hand was hidden from the audience. He slowly moved it from her hip up her side until he felt the swell of her breast. He let it rest there a few seconds. He noted her breathing as it became faster, but there was no move to stop his next actions--wrapping his palm around the C-sized melon and caressing the nipple through her dress with his thumb. He felt his cock swell and push against the young bride, and felt her push back. Too soon, the song ended. Meg stepped out of his embrace and looked around for her husband, who was just returning to their table. Greg looked around and saw Cindy looking at him, grinning, her gaze flickering from his face to his groin. Before he even sat down, she was pulling him to the dance floor. As they danced, she spoke to him in a tone so low he had to strain to hear her. "You know, I've always had a fantasy of stealing a groom on his wedding night, or at least on one night of his honeymoon. Are you up for some real naughtiness? How would you like to pound that young pussy?" "You want to screw Arnie while I have my way with his blushing, horny bride?" She nodded. "How do you know she's horny?" "Because she let me do this." he said as he cupped his mother's breast, squeezing her nipple between his thumb and fingers, "and then she pushed into my boner." "Mmm," she answered. "You're probably right. Let's get another M of bubbly. After we have a glass or two, we can take the remainder to our room and see what happens." "No, not wine. I have an idea for something faster, more certain." Greg laughed. "Lucky they're on the same floor. It'll be easier to separate them when the time comes." The song ended and they returned to the table. Greg suggested they try a dessert cocktail he had heard of, called a Chocolate Covered Cherry. When Arnie and Meg agreed, he went off to the bar to place the order. His and Cindy's looked like the ones he ordered for the young couple, but were fairly benign. The lethal cocktails were a pony of 151, and a shot each of Cherry Heering and Creme de Cacao, blended with a quarter cup of vanilla ice cream. They went down like drinking cherry ice cream milkshakes. While they were waiting for the second round of cocktails, Greg led Meg back to the dance floor. When he pulled her to him, his leg was between hers, so his thigh met her pussy when she came to him. Her eyes widened, as did her smile, slutty with desire and drink, Greg made no pretense, his hand reaching for and closing on her C-cup. He bent down and kissed her, his tongue brushing her lips and snaking past them. When she pushed her entire body into him, he began fucking her mouth with his tongue, eliciting a loud moan from the drunken bride. His left hand found her ass. His fingers explored and found her crack. He followed it from the top down, under her bottom until he was invading her pussy through her skirt and panties. Her only response was to press into him, and return his kisses, harder, moaning louder. When the song ended, they separated their lips. As he straightened, Greg's left hand slid up Meg's ass, drawing up her skirt. He looked around for Arnie and Cindy, and saw them leaving the clubroom, Arnie's hand firmly in possession of Cindy's ass. The dancers caught up with their partners at the elevator. At their floor, there was no discussion; Cindy went with Arnie to his room, Meg with Greg. In his room, Greg led Meg to the side of the bed and reached up to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. He slipped it from her shoulders, then unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. When she was nude save for her bra and panties, he started removing his shirt and slacks. Meg watched, her tongue licking her lips in anticipation. As he removed his jockeys, Greg leaned into Meg and replaced her tongue with his, lightly caressing her lips, then, when they opened, repeating the face fucking he had introduced on the dance floor. She simply melted into him, nearly collapsing. He caught her, and lifted her onto the bed. He rolled her onto her side to unfasten and remove her bra. Then he pulled off her panties and spread her legs. He lay down beside her, his fingers playing with her full blonde thatch. Kissing her lightly, he asked her, "When were you and Arnie married?" "Umm, is it still Friday? Then it was this morning, just before noon. Why?" "Just curious," he said, closing his mouth over her nipple and lightly nipping at it. "Were you and Arnie lovers before today?" "N...n..not r...re..ally," she moaned. "H...h..he'd p...pl..ay wi...th my b...b...boobs, but, unnnh, o..o...on..ly ou...ts...ide...oh god what are you doing to meee?" she moaned and gasped, barely coherent. "You're a virgin, then?" he asked, his fingers snaking their way inside her leaking lady, searching for evidence of her virginity. "Y..y..yesss," she hissed, his fingers brushing past that sensitive sponge in her vaginal wall. Her hips started thrusting up from the bed, attempting to drive his fingers deeper. "You sure? I can't feel your cherry." he whispered as he licked her ear, the heel of his palm pressing on her clit. "O! God!" she screamed. "More! More! Please, omigod, do it again!" she was nearly sobbing with passion. Greg ran his fingers over her clit in a thrumming fashion, sending Meg into orgasm. Continuing the light caress, he kept her there for nearly a minute. When she was nearly recovered, he moved his body over hers, spreading her legs as wide as she could. "Meg, my sweet, I'm going to fuck you now. You know what that means?"She nodded. "It's your wedding night, and I am going to fuck you while my mother fucks your husband, because I'm sure that is what's happening in your hotel room right now." Meg's eyes flew open, and her mouth opened to say "No," as Greg slid his cock into the hilt, removing any question about her virgin status. She closed her mouth and her eyes, and her arms and legs around him as he started his mating waltz with another man's bride. In the room down the hall, Cindy was having an equal degree of success, realizing her fantasy of seducing a young bridegroom. If anything, her problem was in containing his fervor; she had barely had enough time to get out of her clothes before the focus of her fantasy was fucking her fast and furiously. So much so, he had shot his wad before she was able to find a comfortable position under him. After allowing him a short respite to recover, and administering an oral stimulus to his flaccidity, she was now in process of mounting him to achieve her own pleasure. As she slid down the groom's almost six inch pylon, she heard the door to the room open. She glanced over her shoulder to see her son and her cocksman's bride entering. While she commenced her version of the lovers' dance, Greg led his conquest to the other side of the bed and laid her down, head to toe with her husband, on her stomach. He mounted her from behind, easily entering her with his knees straddling her hips, so anyone behind him could easily watch his cock pump in and out of the pussy consuming it. Arnie was unable to take his eyes from the erotic scene being played out next to him on the bed. Meg's orgasmic scream triggered his blast of cum into Cindy's heated channel, sending her into orgasm as well. "Can you keep him hard?" Greg asked his mother, who nodded, her brows knitted in question. Greg pulled out of Meg, leaving her where she had collapsed on the bed. He moved into position behind Cindy, who realized what he wanted to do. "Are you sure we can do this?" she wanted to know. "No, but it'll be a long time before we get another chance to try." Cindy was no anal virgin, but this was her first time trying DP. Hell, she hadn't even done oral DP yet. When Greg's cock bumped her pucker, she flinched a little. She reached over and shook Meg. "Meggie, do you have some lotion? Maybe the little bottle from the hotel?" When Meg nodded, Cindy asked, "Can you get it for me?" Greg took the tiny bottle and spilled some on Cindy's butt hole and the head of his cock, then smeared it all over both. This time, when he bumped Cindy's little rosebud, she pushed back slightly, forcing his member in past the first sphincter. She made a high pitched keening sound. When Greg pushed again, she pushed back harder, sending her nearly half way down his rod to his pubes. She felt him withdraw slightly and push back in, until she felt his curlies against her crack. She now had both holes full to the hilt of the men fucking her. Meg looked on, fascinated, as Greg began to pump his tool in and out of Cindy' ass. At Greg's order, Meg positioned herself in front of Cindy and pulled Cindy's head into her pussy. Cindy's tongue made contact with the young bride's slurpy vagina. Arnie was trying, without much success, to establish some sort of rhythm to provide a reciprocal movement. When he looked up, his first sight of his new wife's pussy was with another woman's tongue licking it clean of another man's cum. The sheer eroticism of the scene before him was too much, and although he had come not more than ten minutes before, he blasted another load of sperm laden fluid into the sexy older woman riding his meat. Greg felt the blast and Cindy's answering spasms. It was enough to trip his own switch, sending his load to paint the inside of Cindy's shithole, releasing the orgasm which put her to sleep for the night. Greg looked at his mother, asleep beside the unconscious bridegroom, who had passed out due to the alcohol and sex he had experienced that evening. Greg laughed and reached for Meg. "I guess it's you and me tonight," he whispered as he kissed her, and led her, naked, down the hall to his room. In his hotel room, he led the young woman to the bathroom. "Your next task is to get me hard again, preferably with your mouth. Do you know how to do that?" She shook her head. "First, you have to make a choice. You know where it just came from. You can take it in your mouth now, or you can wash it first." Why He Fucked His Momma Ch. 02 Meg wrinkled her nose and reached for some tissue, which she used to wipe most of the visible residue from Greg's prick. Although she was inexperienced, she was not naive. She had heard of blow jobs and knew the basic process. She had even decided if Arnie wanted that, she would try to perform for him, but he had never asked, nor had she volunteered. As she wiped the grossness from Greg, she decided she might just as well start with the worst situation, figuring if she could handle that, she'd be able to handle it all. Holding his cock in her hand, Meg leaned forward and sniffed him. Familiar with her own odor, she detected that, and another similar scent, along with a sharp musty smell she decided was from Cindy's ass. It wasn't totally off-putting, so she opened her mouth and slurped the entire flaccid cock in. Greg watched her in fascination, totally surprised by the actions of the new bride. He pulled her off his meat and led her to the bed. He placed her on the bed, on her back, t hen assumed the 69 position over her. He lowered his hips so she could reach his cock without straining. Then he pulled her legs up and back so her pussy was in the stargazing position. He lowered his face and began to lave her vulva and perineum, including her rosebud, with his tongue. As he progressed, he spent more and more time on that sensitive little crinkled aperture, forcing his tongue inside. Each time he tried to broach it, Meg would jerk and push toward him, spurred on by the jolts she was feeling deep within her pussy. After several minutes of this attention, she was aching for cock and released the one in her mouth to beg to be fucked. Greg changed his position, but not hers. She lay there, essentially bent in two, her wet, yearning pussy facing the ceiling. He slipped his re-bar rod into her aching hole and began the reciprocating motion she wanted. As soon as he entered her, she began moaning and groaning in appreciation for what was happening to her puss. Greg watched her progress, and just as she was about to pass the point of inevitability, he withdrew. "Bastard!" she screamed. "What the fuck are you doing? Put that thing back! Pleasssse!" she screamed, she whined, she begged for it. Greg put it back, into her back hole, not entirely gently. When Greg's crown punched through her anal sphincter, she screamed with pain, the sound muffled by his hand. He pushed again, and breached the inner sphincter, to a quieter scream, still filled with pain. He waited for her to adjust to his invading member, kissing her and stroking her clit to help distract her from the hurt. Soon, she quieted down and he resumed his journey into her darkest depths. "Oh, god," she sobbed, "it hurts! Why does anyone do this? Shit! Please stop. Oh! No! Don't go any further. Oh, oh, oh, please." She was openly sobbing. Greg paused again, nearly fully embedded in her bowel. He stretched his legs behind him, lowering his body so all his weight was on the woman under him, pushing his dick fully into her. He had never been in anything as tight as her ass. Even her virgin cunt hadn't been this tight. Shortly, her sobs stopped. He started his withdrawal stroke, back an inch or so, and return; repeat, but just a fraction of an inch longer. Soon, she was thrusting her ass back at him. "Oh, shit," she said. "It hurts still, but it hurts nice. Ohhhh, yesss, harder, faster, please. Yes yes yes, o fuck! I'm cooommmmm...!" Greg thought the climactic spasm was going to break his cock off. The pressure had been enough to stop his ejaculation, even though he felt his own climactic release. When Meg's asshole relaxed, Greg's come flowed out of his cock like he was pissing in her shit cavern. He softened and slipped out of her almost immediately, to find her in a faint. He rolled her around so he could pull covers over her, then went to shower. When he was done, he slipped into bed with his buxom, blonde, borrowed bride. Other than Joanne, who would only blow him if he requested it, and Cindy, who loved to suck cock, Greg had never spent an overnight with a woman. He was, therefore, pleasantly surprised to be awakened with a good morning blowjob. Just as he felt the tell tale tingle in the back of his thighs, he pulled the young blonde up over him and impaled her with his morning hard on, and reveled in hearing her appreciative moan. "Is being married always like this?" she asked the man beneath her, thrusting his man meat into a seemingly insatiable quim. "I don't know. Never been married." "But Cindy has a wedding ring." "She's just a good friend, who has a troubled marriage. Sometimes it does her good to get away." He reached up and caressed her nipples, holding her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive nubbins. "How are you and Arnie going to handle this?" "I don't know. I think I should be mad at him, because it was his decision, without even asking me. He just took Cindy to our room, leaving me with you. I should be mad. But I can't. "Even when you fucked my ass...Jeezus! My language, just overnight. If our pastor heard me, he'd kick me out of church. Even when you did that to my butt, even though it hurt so bad, it felt good at the same time. "By the way, thank you for washing. You taste a lot better clean." She started moving up and down on him. "Is this right?" she asked, leaning forward so he could suckle. Taking her tit in his mouth, Greg nodded, pulling on the sensitive melon, causing Meg to giggle with the pleasure it caused. "Ooh, that feels good." A few more minutes of ups, downs, nibbles and other caresses soon had the pair ready to explode. Recognizing her signs, Greg pulled her down and rolled her onto her back, staying in her and continuing the motion, ramping up the speed and force appreciably. In a minute they were both busting their nuts, Greg spewing his seed all over her inner walls; Meg learning she, at times, would be a squirter. They went to clean up, and Meg learned about sex in the shower, three ways. She found her clothes and, after sniffing her panties, decided to walk down the hall commando. She blushed when Greg reminded her of their nude treks to and from her room the night before. Since they had not brought a key with them, they knocked before trying the door. When there was no answer, they opened the door, surprised to find it unlocked. Their mates were totally zonked, intertwined in the 69 position. Greg picked up Cindy's clothes, laughing and shaking his head when he found her torn (actually shredded) panties. He shook her shoulder, rousing her. "Hey, Babe, time to go back to our room. Meg, can we borrow one of the hotel robes?" He slipped the robe on his groggy mother and led her to the doorway. Meg was there to let them out. He kissed her, his hand inside her blouse, rubbing t he nipple it found. "Don't be too hard on him. Think what we would have missed. Maybe we'll see you later?" "Maybe. It's not a very big place, is it?" Greg took Cindy back to their room and ran her a bath. While she soaked and recovered from the night before, he laid out some comfortable clothes for her. Knowing her preferences for breakfast following a night of drinking, he called room service and ordered her some tea, toast and dry cereal; for himself, a club sandwich and diet soda. When they had dressed and eaten, they went down and checked with the desk. The Queen's Gardens were within walking distance, if you considered two miles walking distance. There were also some cabs which were licensed in both countries, or there was a shuttle which left from in front of the hotel on the hour, running until nine pm. They decided to take the shuttle, and, as they turned to leave the desk, ran into Meg. "Hi, there. I see you have recovered from our night of...fun. How's your husband?" Greg grinned, as he asked her. "He's still pretty much under the weather. Late nights and drinking apparently don't agree with him much. I probably should be angry at you two, but, in truth, I enjoyed myself," she admitted, with only a mild blush. "What are you doing today?" Cindy asked her. "Would you like to join us? We're going over to see the Queen's Garden, in the park across the river, and maybe have dinner over there. You're more than welcome to join us, Arnie, too, if he's up to it." "I'll have to check on him, to see how he's doing. When are you leaving?" "There's a shuttle in a half hour. They run on the hour until nine. If we miss this one, we'll have to wait and eat on this side. But that's no big deal. We might have a wider choice of restaurants." "Okay. I'll be right back. If he's still asleep, I'll leave him a note." Arnie was awake, but felt too ill to do anything, and told Meg to go ahead and enjoy herself. The trio shuttled across the Rainbow Bridge and toured the Canadian Niagara Falls Park and Queen's Gardens. Finding nothing appealing in or near the Park, they decided to find someplace to eat on the American side. Meg again checked in with Arnie, who was asleep this time. Greg checked with the desk and was given a list of local restaurants with good reputations. They agreed on Italian, and found a quaint, excellent eatery on Main Street. When they returned, around ten that evening, they invited Meg to their room for a drink. "Thanks, but I don't think that would be a very good idea. If Arnie were here, we'd definitely do it, but I don't feel right without him." "Just a drink, Meg." "I know. But once we got in the room, I don't know if I'd be able to resist, or even stop myself from..." Cindy interrupted, "I understand, dear. Sometimes he has the same effect on me. And I've known him all his life. We have to leave tomorrow, so if we don't see you, enjoy the rest of your stay. It has been a pleasure meeting you and Arnie." Meg gave Cindy a hug. "You, too." She turned to Greg and put her arms around his neck. "And especially you," she said softly, then engaged his tongue in their version of a lovers' dance. "Thanks for teaching me to...dance," she laughed. "My pleasure. Anytime you want to learn some new...steps..." "I'll ask my husband. It's safer." They all laughed and parted. As they made love that night, Greg and Cindy shared with each other their experiences in fulfilling her fantasy. Following her multiple orgasms, Cindy slept like a baby, her hand wrapped around Greg's rattle. The next morning, Sunday, Cindy found she was out of underwear due to the nature of her undressing Friday night, and the necessity for a change last night before going to dinner. Announcing she couldn't ride for three hours commando style, she said she was going to the clothing store in the lobby to see if they had anything remotely suitable. On the way to the elevator, she met Meg coming back with a newspaper. "Good morning, Meg; how's Arnie today?" "Alive and awake, but still with an awful headache. It must have been something he ate. We all drank the same stuff and nobody else got sick. The last time he was like this, he got drunk drinking rum and cokes." "Ooops. Greg told me, the Chocolate Covered Cherries you and Arnie drank, they were spiked with 1 51. That's a rum that is three quarters alcohol." "That stinker," she laughed. "That is actually a relief. I can stop worrying now. Is the stinker up? I've a good mind to stop and give him a piece of my mind." "Yes, he is. Just be careful that's all you give him." Cindy laughed. "Door's open," Greg called in answer to the knock. "Good morning, rat fink," crooned a soft melodious, familiar voice. He turned to find Meg standing behind him, her hand unbuttoning her shirt. "Good morning," he answered. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" "I ran into Cindy in the hall and she said she'd be at least a half hour. Arnie's not expecting me for another fifteen minutes. Is that enough time for you?" she asked, reaching to stroke the lump she saw forming. Greg simply reached for her and dumped her on the bed, following right behind. Before she could turn, his slacks and jockeys were around his knees, and he was pushing Meg's shorts down her legs. Freeing one leg, he pushed her on her back and was between her thighs, aiming his pocket rocket at her nest. "Yesss, ahhh, yesss," she sighed contentedly. "Gawd, you feel so different in me from Arnie. He's nowhere as big as you, but last night it felt like he filled me up. You make me feel stuffed, like a sausage." "Shush. When you're fucking is no time to compare your lovers, at least out loud. It makes them jealous, not to mention distracting them from the important job at hand, pleasuring you." He increased his tempo and force, stroking in and out. One of the virtues of quickie sex is that it is just that--quick. In a matter of minutes, both had climaxed and they were lying there, still joined, recovering when Cindy walked in. Meg saw her first. "Cindy!" In post-coital fuzziness and shock, Greg forgot where he was, "Mom!" "Mom? Then it wasn't a dream." "Shit!" "And double shit!" the last from Cindy. "Uh, Meg, we should explain," started Greg. She put her hand up to stop him. "You don't need to explain anything. Yesterday, it was obvious you two have a wonderful relationship. Now I can understand why a little better. I just hope ours, Arnie and me, lasts as well as yours." "Why shouldn't it? You love him, he loves you." "Well, you see, the town we grew up in, when we were the eighth grade, the next class above us was the four person senior class; and when we were the senior class, the next class below us, was a three person freshman class. We didn't really have any other age peers. "That was okay because we really liked each other. When it became apparent to our folks that we were getting serious about each other, they got together, and got us together, to reveal our dark secret. "We come from a small, and I do mean small, town called Bedford Lake. I don't know why it's any kind of lake. There's nothing bigger than a runoff pond in any direction for fifty miles. Anyway, Arnie and his father moved there about eleven years ago. His dad got a job teaching at the church school, the only school in the town. The town sort of contracts with them to provide the education for the kids in town. "My Mom, Marty, and I got there a year later. If Mom had known Arnie and his dad were there, she probably wouldn't have moved to B Lake, as people call it. When we sat down to talk, that's what she said, then said but she was glad she did. She and Buddy, that's Arnie's dad, now my step dad, and real dad, got married about three years ago. "Shit!" Meg took a deep breath, then exhaled sharply. "To make it simple, Arnie and I are twins, Buddy is our real father, and our mother's brother. The people in the town don't know, don't even suspect. "So I don't have any reason to fault you two. Hell, Arnie and I, when I tell him, may even try to hook up with our folks. Some of the looks Buddy has been giving me aren't exactly fatherly, and I've seen Mom scratching her lady watching Arnie when she thinks she's alone." "Hmm, Meg, I think you and I need some girl talk. Greg, why don't you go get yourself some breakfast. Bring me back a Danish and some coffee, and a pair of cotton panties, size 4, not a thong. I hate them, don't you?" she asked, turning to Meg. "Who wants to walk around with a piece of clothesline between the cheeks of their ass?" Turning back to Greg, "Give us three-quarters of an hour or so." Meg was sitting up on the bed, her shorts and panties still wrapped around her left ankle. Greg got up and pulled his slacks up around his waist, then leaned in to kiss her. "I think you are about to get your last lesson from us. Enjoy." He then kissed Cindy and left. "How did you two react when you learned you were twins?" "It sort of freaked us out for a few minutes, until Mom and Dad told us about their relationship. Then we realized nobody else knew about us being twins, we don't look like we're related. We're both tall, but he's dark with brown eyes, I'm blonde and green." "And you're fairly sure your parents are attracted to you?" "Like I said, Momma watches Arnie through the kitchen window when he's mowing the lawn, without his shirt on. If she doesn't know I'm watching, she will rub herself, or rub herself on the cabinet. And Buddy, when I'm in a bathing suit, his hand is always reaching in his pocket to adjust himself. Sometimes, if Momma's home late from church during the week, I hear him in the bathroom, moaning and saying my name." By this time, Cindy was sitting next to Meg on the bed, her hand stroking Meg's thigh and venturing into her bush on the up stroke. "You know," she said. "It'll be up to you to seduce them both. Your dad will be easy. Just get him alone some afternoon and let him know you find him attractive and want him. "Your mother will be more difficult. Am I correct, the other night was your only experience with a woman?" The young blonde nodded. "Well, then, I think we need to teach you how two women can pleasure each other, don't you?" Meg's answer was a big grin as she finished removing her shirt. When Greg returned an hour later, the two women were still going at it. Meg was on her knees, her face buried in the older woman's cunt, her ass pointed at the door. From Greg's point of view, her lovely ass framed a pussy, bright red from being engorged with blood; her inner labia looked like her clam was trying to escape its shell, they were extended so far. Cindy had her hands tangled in the buxom blonde's hair, pulling her face into Cindy's thrusting hips as she orgasmed, flooding the younger woman's face with pussy juice. "'Nough, stop, please stop," she was screaming, but would not/could not release the source of her torture/pleasure. Greg didn't even try to resist. He knee walked up onto the bed as he opened his slacks. He slid his already ready rod through the engorged slit to lubricate it, then buried it in Meg's ass. The pain and jolt of the sudden entry made her raise up from her exhausted victim. Greg wrapped his arms around her, pulling her further onto his invading cock, as he sat back on his haunches so that Meg was sitting on his lap. "Hello, to you, too. And we were having such a good time without you. Why did you have to spoil it?" "I think you were having too good a time. Your partner was on the edge of distress." Meg looked down at Cindy, still spreadeagled on the bed, gasping for breath as she tried to recover. "You need to pay some attention, especially when the pleasure starts to hurt." "I'm sorry, Cindy; I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to pleasure you like you did me." Cindy smiled, her breathing still coming in huge heaving breaths. "It's okay, girl. You did, believe me, you did. I can't remember the last time I had a climax last that long." She raised her arms, offering a hug. Meg bent forward to receive it, Greg's cock still embedded in her bowel. She moaned as it reminded her of its presence. He shifted to allow her to reach his mother, and began to withdraw. "Hey, where do you think you're going? You have to finish what you started there." She thrust back towards him, stopping only when she felt the wiry fur of his male bush against her crack. "As you wish, milady," he said, in a broad English accent, eliciting a laugh from the two women. He started fucking the delectable ass surrounding his prick as its owner moaned in appreciation. "Damn, this hurts so good! I'm going to miss this. Buddy isn't much different in size from Arnie, from what I've seen, no where as big as Greg," she moaned to Cindy, who was holding her, stroking her nipples while Greg frigged her clit. The frigging, the fucking and the residual arousal from her adventures with Cindy that morning combined to bring the young bride to a rapid climax, reinforced by the flood of Greg's spend erupting in her ravaged back passage. Why He Fucked His Momma Ch. 02 Meg crawled off the bed and tottered on her rubbery legs. "I better get out of here while I can. You two may be good for a girl's self image, but you're hell on her body," she grinned. "Arnie is going to be wondering what happened to me. "Cindy, do you do e-mail? I"ll keep you up to date on our project, and you can give me some advice when I need it. Or, let me give you mine and you can e-mail me when you get home." she said, writing on a sheet of stationery lying on the desk. A few hours later Cindy woke from her nap, in the front seat of Greg's car, her head resting on his shoulder. She sat up and, looking at her son, smiled, recalling the weekend. "Thank you for asking me to go with you. I think this weekend is the wildest thing I've ever done. And it was probably my only time when the real thing was as good as the fantasy." She turned in her seat to watch Greg. "It has been the most orgasmic weekend I've ever had. I stopped counting at 15, and it hasn't even been forty eight hours yet. Meg left us at noon, well, just 48 hours." She reached out her left leg to poke his thigh. "How about you? Did you have as good a time as you hoped for on the dance floor?" He grinned. "Oh, yeah; if I had known, she didn't need the cocktail Friday night. She's nearly as open to sex adventures as you are. The only thing I didn't get to try with her was the anal DP Arnie and I did to you, but I think she would have agreed to it. She never hesitated. "I wonder, though. She claimed she was a virgin, but when I first entered her, there wasn't any barrier, or any pain. Just one stroke and I was as far in as I could be." "You were her first human cock. She told me she lost her hymen riding her father's plow horses when she was twelve or thirteen. She said her mother checked to see if that was what happened with a large carrot. "One day her panties were full of blood and it wasn't time for her period. She asked her mom what was wrong. When she told Marty, her mom, she had been riding the horses, Marty went to get the carrot and checked to see how far in it would go. Most of the way on a seven inch carrot. Meg said it felt so good, she would sneak carrots into her bedroom nearly every night, then wash and return them in the morning." The couple laughed. "So," Greg asked, "do you think you might be up for another trip to steal away a new groom?" Cindy grew quiet as she turned back in her seat to face front while she pulled her feet up under her, forcing her into Greg's side. His arm went around her shoulder, giving her a sense of security. "Honestly, my lover son, I think for the near future, I'm all adventured out. Right now, the only cock I want in me is yours." At that, Greg felt his dick surge. He checked traffic to be sure it was safe, then pulled off on the shoulder of the road. He turned to his mother and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him for a passionate kiss, his tongue practically deep enough to lick her pussy from the inside. Cindy groaned with passion. "Hurry home; damn, I thought I was all fucked out, but you and that goddam tongue of yours," she laughed. "Are you spending the night, or do you have to be back to work tomorrow?" "Not 'til Tuesday. I can stay tonight, if you want." "You better believe," she said, reaching to stroke his growing lump. That night, as they were lying in bed, necking, Greg pulled his mother too him, so they were in contact from toe to lips. He pulled her left leg over his hip and lined himself up with her waiting lady. When he started to push into her, he noticed her wince and bite her lower lip. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice, on his face. Her response was to push her hips to him, taking all of him in her. "Just be gentle," she whispered. And he was, with slow short strokes. After their weekend, this was about being together more than achieving orgasm. They fell asleep, joined, and woke the same way. Greg woke first, and recognized the situation. The realization they were still together elicited the almost reflexive response leading to an full erection. Feeling it grow in her woke Cindy. "Good morning, lover. I can't begin to describe how unbelievably good that feels, to feel your cock grow in me," she said with a smile. "Are you ready to do something with it?" In answer, Greg pushed his mother onto her back and began to slowly fuck in and out of her wet pussy, rapidly increasing his tempo and the force of his strokes until she suddenly stiffened, then screamed out in pleasure. His cum was almost instantly sprayed all over the inside of her love tunnel. By one o'clock he was home. He checked his answering machine, more from habit than expectation. To his surprise, there were a dozen calls, all from a cell phone he did not recognize. He hit the replay button and was rewarded with Joanne's voice: "Greg, I couldn't do it. I didn't get married. Please call me when you get this." and she gave him the phone number of the cell phone she was using. "Greg, did you get my call? I didn't get married. Please call me." "Greg, where are you? Why aren't you returning my call?" "Greg, please call me." The rest were in a similar vein. With some trepidation, he punched in the phone number, then pressed the send button. A sobbing voice answered the first ring. "Greg, is that you? OMiGod! Where have you been? Why didn't you call?" "I was out of town and just got back. What happened?" "I couldn't go through with it, I realized when I was getting dressed. Are you home? Can I come over, please?"