3 comments/ 33739 views/ 3 favorites Liz's Adventures Ch. 01 By: D. Elbee This is the continuation of Matt & I, chapters 01 through 06 and takes up Liz's life after her husband's death and her relocation. Please read Matt & I, chapters 01 through 06 as a prelude to her adventures captured here. * I had completed my move and was adjusting to living in a condominium after having such a beautiful house and was now learning a new city, the stores, the streets, all those things. I hadn't yet had the housewarming party that Annette planned, but there was no hurry. I was apparently dozing near my computer when the phone rang and it was Matt. It was wonderful to hear his voice. "Mom! Melissa is about to have your grandchild and the Doctors want her to stay in bed for the next few days. Her mom is here but I would like you to be here too." The next day I threw clothes into the car, made excuses at work, and headed out on the 12 hour drive. The day started out quite lovely but about 6 hours in the weather changed, dramatically, very dark sky, hard rain, and wind. I was near Anton, a city where we had a facility, and I pulled into the motel I had used before. The awning afforded me dryness as I entered the lobby. Behind the counter was a beautiful girl, one I hadn't seen before, her name tag read 'Lisa'. She was courteous, informed me about the weather, and took my credit card for one of the few remaining rooms. Outside lightening and thunder drew our attention but I was taken by her beautiful blue eyes and her shoulder length blonde hair. Her face glowed when she smiled and I began having a tingling sensation inside me, one I had only had with Angela. When she handed back my card she gently stroked my hand, her eyes never leaving mine. I thought surely I was misreading her intent, but was hoping otherwise. Once in the room I removed my wet shoes and changed into a dry pair of blue jeans, mine having been soaked crossing the parking lot. There was a small restaurant attached to the motel and I was hungry. I ordered a coffee and salad and soon the tables were filled with newly arriving guests and travelers escaping the driving rain. A familiar voice came from beside me. "May I join you?" "Lisa! Of course; please, sit down." She ordered a small salad also and iced tea and we struck up a conversation. She lived some 20 minutes away but could not stand driving in this rain. She was going to stay in one of the rooms but they had all been booked. What else could I do? "Would you like to stay with me? I mean, I have only the one king size bed but it would be better than driving in this rain." Her smile was contagious as she readily accepted. I returned to the room and it was only a few minutes before she knocked. She had a toothbrush, toothpaste, and razor in her hand along with her purse. "We keep these things for customers who forget theirs. I didn't think you would want to share your toothbrush." She giggled softly and I was instantly drawn to her. In that moment I began questioning myself. What was I doing? Why did I invite her to stay with me? Was I now a lesbian or bi-sexual seeking relationship? I had only been with Angie, no other woman, but here I was openly making myself available to her and hoping she was available for me. She sat on the bed and finished introducing herself after I inquired. "It's Nelson, my last name. I came to Anton to go to college, you know, get away from the parents and all that. School is, well, it's harder than I imagined and it costs to go there so I work here and carry a lighter load at school." Nelson? That's the same as Melissa I think. Well, I thought to myself, it isn't an uncommon name. I was putting my wet jeans over a chair to dry and removing my shoes for comfort. "Don't your parents help you?" "Uh, umm, my dad doesn't approve of me and told me if I wanted to make it I would have to do it on my own. So, here I am." "How old are you?" "Twenty, next month." "Twenty? I have a son older than you. In fact, he's about to become a father and I'm going to be there." Lisa stood, walked to the chair in the corner of the room and began undressing. She pulled off her brown khaki slacks and I could see the small bands of her thong. Her butt was soft, round and the cheeks peeked out invitingly beneath the thong bands. She didn't turn but pulled the blue shirt up and over her head. Her bra was also small and her back was taut. Lisa was petite, shorter than me, and had a wonderfully small petite girl's body. Her legs were well shaped, her feet trim with professionally done nails, and her hair flipped soft and casually as she tossed away the shirt. She turned around, smiled, and unhooked the small bra at the clip between her breasts. They were small with areola that looked like small pink marshmallows topped with a small nipple. At that moment I wanted to suck them, roll that marshmallow between my lips, and feel them. "I don't have anything to sleep in", she said as she tugged down the thong to reveal a clean shaven vulva. "I guess I will have to sleep in the nude, if that's alright with you?" Before I could answer she crossed the few feet distance between us and her lips were on mine. First the kiss was soft, getting acquainted, then she repeated the kiss, harder, more demanding, open, and our tongues met. There was no doubt left in me about her or about where I was going to let this go. I returned her kisses and our breathing became loud in the room as our bodies meshed and our hands roamed. I was enjoying the feel of her young naked body when she stepped back. "I was hoping you wouldn't throw me out. You have too many clothes on; you shouldn't have any at all." She began helping me remove my clothing and marveled at my large nipples atop my sagging b-plus size breasts. She tugged my panties down my legs and put her cheek against my unshaven pubes, feeling my large v of dark hair. She pushed, pulled, or we tugged each other onto the bed and on to each other. She flipped the switch on the lamp letting the room be filled with only the occasional flashes from the lightening outside. She pushed me back and began sucking, licking and tugging on my breasts and I lay motionless. She moved between my legs and I soon felt her breath on my labia lips and her small kisses on my thighs then her tongue was inside me, like a small cock going in and out until she moved to my clit. She was no stranger to loving a woman and she expertly licked and sucked me, with two fingers moving in and out of me until my body began to float and I was expelling waves of my woman juices as I reached a wonderful orgasm. She then straddled me, our clits together and she began rubbing, then moving again giving me sensations I had never felt before and I soon reached my second orgasm, one that nearly put me into delirium. I heard her moan and felt her shiver as she too climaxed. When she moved to be beside me and I regained my composure I looked at her face, her beautiful smile. "I've never been made love to like that before. It was, it was, spectacular." She laughed. "My ex-girlfriend used to tell me that I was one of the best fucks she ever had. I should have been because she was my teacher." "Oh, so you're lesbian? I thought, uh ---" "Yeah, I am. That's what created the rift between my dad and me. He thought I should be dating boys, getting laid in the backseat of a car, and getting married. When I told him I preferred girls he was furious. I have two sisters, one older and one younger; they're both straight, at least I think they are; I haven't seen them for a year and a half. My mom was cool about it but she couldn't convince dad that it was alright for me to be, uh, different. You said you thought I was what?" "I thought maybe you were, uh, well just interested in me or bi-sexual." "Are you bi-sexual?" "Um hmm, I guess I am. I do like a man. I was married; I'm a widow; but tomorrow, if everything goes right, I will be with a wonderful man. Oh, but, well, that's not something you and I should talk about." She smiled and shook her head, sort of in silent agreement. I turned to her, kissed her, tasted my juices on her lips, then made love to her the only way I knew how. I dined at her breasts, savoring the feel of her puffy nipples between my lips and the youthful softness of her skin. I edged down until I could lick and suck her clitoris and bring her to orgasm. She tasted delicious and felt as wonderful and when she came her whole body shivered and she moaned. We lay together for some time letting the flashes of lightening fill the room then ebb into darkness. I held her close as often she would shake as the lightening danced across the sky. Her hand was on my stomach then she began rubbing through the dense patch of hair beneath. "Why don't you shave?" "I don't know. I guess I never really thought about it. I always thought shaving was for the young girls who wore bikinis, not old women like me." She sat up, flipped on the lamp near the bed. "Let's do it!" "Do what?" "Shave you. Do you have any scissors? I can trim away the hair then shave you. You will feel so smooth. Are you game?" It was if we were at a slumber party and the event was shaving the pubes. She was bouncing on the bed and I became as elated as she. Within moments we were in the bathroom and she was trimming away the hair beneath my stomach. My legs were wide apart and I knew she must have been staring at my vagina and smelling my woman scent as she trimmed but she said nothing. Once the unwanted hair had been caught by the white towel she placed a warm cloth there, then lathered it with shaving soap and began removing the remaining hair and stubble. She was careful and it felt as she had done this many times before. The touch of her hand on my labia was exciting and began getting me wet. When she finished she recommended a shower to get hair off my legs. The warm water felt exciting against my now shaven pubic area and she was right, I felt smooth; she put her hand on it, beneath the water, rubbing gently then she kissed me. We cleaned ourselves from our sex and my shaving and returned to the bed. She wasted little time returning between my legs and to my aching clitoris. Her mouth felt different, so wonderfully different on my shaven skin and she once again returned me to that state of euphoria where only my body's pleasure was important. We held each other, we slept, and the storm moved away. The morning light filtered through the blinds as I awoke and took the time to remember where I was and who I was with. I lifted the sheet and looked at her small trim body; her back was to me. I wanted to touch her but before I could she turned, took my face between her hands and kissed me. We made love. No, we fucked, no we had sex; no we made love. We ended rubbing each other's clits until orgasm. I felt about this young girl the way I had only felt about Matt and Harry. I felt so close to her as if I was in love with this girl. I admonished myself that I couldn't be 'in love' with her just in lust with her; after all we had only just met and she was so young, so very young. Before I left I got her address and telephone number and told her I would be returning in a few days and wanted to see her again. She jumped with joy, giggled, and hugged me; she wanted to see me again. As I drove I wondered if she enjoyed me or if I was the older woman filling her parental emptiness. Either way, I enjoyed her and wanted to be with her again. It was almost lunch when I found Matt and Melissa's house; a beautiful place, more than I had imagined. I was about to ring the bell when a lady opened the door and introduced herself as Melissa's mother, Rita. She welcomed me in and took me to the bedroom where Melissa rested. I hugged her and took note of her very large belly, swollen ankles and milk filled breasts and her overall womanly discomfort at this point in the pregnancy. Matt and Melissa didn't have a formal wedding; they were married quietly after they moved to this city and discovered she was pregnant. I hadn't met her parents so Rita and I were strangers; strangers that were about to share an important event, becoming grandmothers. Melissa, or Missy as her mother calls her, began to doze so we left her. "Would you like some tea or coffee? I have tea made but can make you some coffee?" "Tea would be wonderful." She was a gracious hostess in a home that wasn't hers. We talked about small things, Missy's condition, the days or hours until she would deliver, how long Rita was going to stay afterward to help her and how wonderful Matt is. I think he is wonderful too, but in a much different way. She spoke of how happy she was that they had married as Melissa had been a girl that had scoffed at marriage and said she would just live with the guy. It was nearing 4 o'clock when I decided to move my bag in and then go see Matt and tour his clinic. Rita showed me to a basement room where I would stay since the third bedroom had already been made into a nursery. The room looked comfortable and would be adequate for me to sleep and use my computer. The bed was a hide-a-bed sofa but looked inviting. It was a few minutes before five when I arrived at the clinic and introduced myself to his receptionist Lorie. She showed me to his office where I could wait while he finished up with a 'patient' as she so wonderfully put it. His office was like I expected; a large wooden desk and behind it a big leather chair. Two side chairs, a computer, a screen for viewing x-rays, and his diploma and other documents on the wall. Matt flew into the room, threw his arms around me and kissed me hard. It was no mother-son kiss, but the kiss of a lover who had not seen his love for a long time. He closed the door behind him and continued kissing me and pressing me tight against him. "What do you think?" He asked as he stepped back. "I like it son. It looks like you have yourself a good business. I think you'll be happy and very successful." Before he could say more Lorie knocked on the door. "Doctor Hendricks, I'm leaving now." "Thanks Lorie. Go ahead and lock up, Mom and I will probably be here a while. I want to show her around." I believe he added that last part to allay any suspicions; but after it was mother and son. "Good night and glad to meet you Mrs. Hendricks." "Yes, goodbye Lorie, it was nice meeting you as well." Matt looked at me and stood silent until her heard Lorie's car pull away from the building. At that point he pulled me to him and kissed me, his tongue searching and finding mine, his hands roaming my back, my ass, then my bra encased breasts. He leaned me back against the desk and lifted me as he undid my blue jeans and tugged them down my legs and followed that by sliding away the black bikini panties I wore. He whistled softly. "Wow! You shaved it. I love it." And with that his mouth was on my labia lips, his tongue tasting my opening, then sliding until he captured my clit between his lips and began licking, sucking, rubbing and tugging. I pulled at his head. "Stop honey. Just get inside me. Now!" I heard his belt rattle and the sound of a zipper then felt his hard manhood at my very wet entry. He slid inside and filled me putting back into me the feeling I had been missing, the sensations I had been longing for, the feeling of my son fucking me. He grunted softly as his body lunged and withdrew; and brought my legs up until my ankles were at his ears and his body had full access to me; access I was savoring. My jeans and panties hung from one foot but he wasn't going to stop and remove them; neither was I. I was nearing the wonderful precipice of an orgasm as he grunted, groaned, and I felt his hot semen splash inside me. I came. It wasn't one of those crashing orgasms, but one that I enjoyed having felt him fill me with his manhood and one of those rarities when two people achieve orgasm simultaneously. We stayed still for a few moments before he withdrew and staggered back into one of the chairs. I sat up and looked at his body; his pants and boxers around his ankles and his cock glistening with our mixed juices. I slid my jeans and panties from my leg, unbuttoned and removed my blouse then my bra and stood before him naked. I kneeled down to remove his shoes, pants, and boxers so I had free access to his body. I moved between his legs and took his cock in my mouth enjoying the taste of our mixed juices. I could feel his cum dribbling out of me and down my legs. It felt wonderful! I sucked his wonderful soft cock, cleansing him and hoping to bring him to a second erection. "Mom, I'm sorry, I came so fast, but it's been so long." I looked up at his big brown eyes and let his cock slide from my lips. "I know honey; that's why I'm here, that's why I'm doing this. Relax and let me help you." I took him back in my mouth and relished the feel of his cock as it began to come alive again. He wasn't as hard as he had been minutes before but he was nearly there. I turned my back to him, reached between my legs and held his cock, then sat down pressing him into me once again. His hands were on my waist helping me rise and fall on his cock and he was moaning once again. He lifted me up, off his cock. "Lean over the desk." I put my hands on the wooden top and felt him spread my legs then felt his cock enter me again, fully. His hands were on my back, then around me holding my breasts and teasing my nipples. He lasted longer this time and I came twice before he filled me again with his semen. We lay on his carpeted floor and held each other as our breathing returned and our bodies came down from the orgasmic mountain top. "Come on" he said as he took my hand and pulled me up. He led me down the hallway from his office, a hallway that was hidden from the entry to the clinic, and into a large bathroom. In the corner was a shower stall only big enough for one person, and crisp white towels stacked nearby. "This is for emergencies or in case one of us gets sprayed with something from one of our animals or just to clean up. Doctor Turner used it almost daily before he went home or to some after work meetings." He turned on the water and I stepped inside and washed away his cum and the smell of our sex. I stepped out and he stood with a towel ready to wrap around me, then replaced me beneath the water. We laughed and talked as we both dried and returned to his office to retrieve our clothing. We were nearly dressed when the phone rang. "Doctor Hendricks" he said very professionally. "Ok Rita. We'll meet you there. We were just about to leave." He turned to me and smiled. "Missy is having my, er, our baby. Rita's taking her to the hospital and we'll meet them there." I followed him in my car, met Rita outside the delivery area, and shared coffee with her as we waited. It was about 2 hours before Matt came out. "It's a girl!" he proudly almost shouted. "All 10 fingers and all 10 toes in place and she weighed 6 pounds, 9 ounces, and she is beautiful and Missy is fine, just fine. They'll take her to her room in a little while. Come to the window and see your granddaughter." There she lay in one of those plastic basinets, all pink and rosy and wrapped in a white blanket with a small cap on her head. The card read Hendricks, girl. "Missy and I talked about Sherilyn if it's a girl. That would be Sherie for short. Do you like that name?" We both nodded, it wasn't our call; it was theirs. We sat with Missy for a while as she beamed and acknowledged her magnificent accomplishment. The nurse came in pushing the plastic bed holding a small miracle. "It's feeding time. Are you ready to learn to breast feed?" Missy nodded and Matt interjected. "My mom's a nurse so she can help." The nurse turned to me and glared as if I was trying to take away her job. "I'm not practicing now; I work for a managed care company. Please, I was never very good at obstetrics anyway." That brought about a smile. Liz's Adventures Ch. 01 We were about to leave when Missy asked us to stay. We watched as she opened her gown revealing her full breasts and the nipples ready to serve her daughter. The nurse worked with her to encourage the baby to drink and drink she did, and she stayed to burp the child. When done she put the baby back in the bed but left her saying it was 'bonding time for baby and parents'. She returned moments later with a breast pump and container and we watched as Missy pumped the chalky looking milk into the container and I saw relief on her face as her breasts were no longer hurting. Rita and I returned to the waiting area to let Matt and Missy enjoy their daughter and the moments they would remember forever. "I've got to call my husband and let him know he's a grandpa. My youngest daughter, April, is still home going to school so he can tell her, but I wish I knew how to get hold of my middle one, Lisa; I think she's still in Anton going to school." Rita didn't wait for comment from me but placed a call to her husband and was bubbling as she relayed the message of the child's birth. My mind began to whirl. 'Lisa?' I know a Lisa in Anton. "Rita, I may have forgotten your last name" I asked as she finished her call to her husband. "I'm sure Matt has told me and introduced Melissa with it but I don't recall it." Actually I did, but I wanted some reassurance from her that I was correct. "Oh, it's Nelson." I tried not to shake outwardly but knew I was inwardly. Lisa Nelson, the beautiful young lady I had slept with was the daughter, the sister of my daughter, the girl caste out by her father. I knew I could pull out her telephone number and address but I didn't want to have to answer questions of how I had it. I opted to tell her I saw a Lisa working at the motel and gave her the number. As it happened Lisa was working and received the wonderful news from her mother mixed with some motherly questions about her health, her school, her money; all those things a mother asks. I didn't hear Rita explain exactly how she knew to call the motel and I was relieved she just said she had talked to a lady who saw a Lisa working there and she took a chance. It was getting late and the hospital informed us that visiting hours were long over and we should leave. This included Matt. We were a small convoy of three cars heading home with three sleepy people inside. I was sure Matt was beaming as he drove and his mind was whirling about his new daughter. I bid Rita good night and kissed Matt on the cheek as I made my way downstairs. The bed looked very inviting as I was tired. I stopped to check my computer and found a couple of e-mails that had to be answered. Oh, they could wait until morning but now was as good a time as any. My last e-mail was to the company president telling her I was near Anton and would visit that facility in a few days spending a couple of days there. It was a facility that wasn't as profitable as most others. I closed my laptop and was about to crawl beneath the covers when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Matt was wearing an old t-shirt and some floppy shorts. "Mom? Are you awake?" "Yes son. I was about to go to bed but I'm glad you came down. You look very happy. I wish" I sighed as I continued "I wish your father could be here to see her and see you. He would be a happy and very proud man." My beautiful son, new father, moved to sit beside me on the creaking bed. He put his arm around me and leaned his head on my shoulder. "Yeah, I miss him too; but I am so glad you're here." He leaned closer and kissed me, on the lips, tenderly, sat back, looked at me, leaned in again and kissed me again but with more passion and with his tongue seeking mine. I adored his kiss and returned it but then pushed him back a bit. "What if Rita hears us?" "She's out like a light and from what I've seen these past few days she sleeps like a dead woman. Besides, I'll be quiet; how about you?" I didn't answer, I just kissed him. He started to push me back on the bed but I stopped him. I took a nearby quilt and tossed it on the floor then a couple of pillows atop that. "This bed creaks too much." He laughed and joined me. He took hold of my gown and lifted it away staring at my naked form particularly my shaven pubes. "You should have done that a long time ago. You look spectacular." "Thank you sir," I said as I pushed him to his back and slid his floppy shorts and boxers down and off his legs. "I'm glad you approve and from the look of this you do." His cock was hard and ready for me but I wanted something more than just a fucking, I needed his taste. I leaned down and captured his cock between my lips, not touching it with my hands, and I began to suck him. Even with his encouragement to change I didn't stop, I kept it up until I felt him shoot his semen in my mouth. I held the head between my lips until he quit spurting then I took hold of it and massaged the shaft like a toothpaste tube until I had all his jism. I rose up, looked into his sparkling brown eyes, swallowed, and followed that by licking my lips to enjoy any errant drops. "Wow!" he whispered as he pulled me up and kissed me. I was sure he could taste his cum, but it wasn't the first time. "Wow!" he said again as I lay beside him. He started to pursue my body, to return the oral pleasure but I pushed him away. "Not tonight honey. We are both tired and you need some sleep. I got what I wanted and I'm happy." I kissed his forehead, "now go to bed." He smiled and turned to look at me again as he pulled up his shorts and headed up the stairs. There was no alarm clock to awaken me and I slept in. As I reached the first step on the stairs I smelled the wonderful aroma of morning coffee and headed for it. Rita was at the table holding a cup with steam rising. "Good morning" she said as she sat down the cup. "Coffee?" I nodded, "The cups are there, on the left of the stove." I sat down across from her as I began enjoying the dark brew. "Is Matt up?" "He's taking a shower I think. I heard him call his clinic and tell them he wouldn't be in today and about the baby. Sherilyn", she said sort of matter of factly, "I don't know where they got that name but it's cute. Did you sleep well?" Small talk continued and I caught myself staring at Rita, comparing her to Lisa and wondering how her daughter was so small and petite as Rita was taller than me and had a very robust figure. Finally I got enough nerve to edge the conversation toward Lisa. "How old is you daughter, uh, Lisa?" "She'll be twenty next month. She's, uh, well, she's the black sheep of the family I guess you could say. She and her father don't get along and because of that I haven't seen her in quite a while, well, since shortly after she turned 18 and left for school. I miss her; after all she's my daughter." "What's the problem between her and her father; that is if you don't mind my being nosy?" Rita rose, poured her another coffee and it appeared she was searching for the right words. "Lisa -- Lisa is, has a different outlook on life than her father, or me or her sisters for that matter. It's that difference that has driven a wedge between them. I doubt that Missy or April really cares one way or the other, but Darren does. Oh, hell, it's a family thing and now you're family. Lisa is gay and Darren can't accept it. She, I guess the term is, came out, when she was in high school and Darren kept pushing her to date boys, to have sex, to change, but she wouldn't or couldn't. He forced her out by telling her to date boys or leave. She chose leaving." "So she's in school in Anton?" "I think so. I've tried keeping up with her but each time I tried to contact her Darren found out and became so furious. He is just so adamant about her sexuality. He can't remember how close the two of them were when she was little; she was his tomboy as little as she was, as little as she stayed." "The Lisa I saw is a petite girl, beautiful blonde hair, trim figure and very polite. If that is your Lisa then you, and Darren, did a good job." Rita accepted the facts and smiled as if she was happy to hear her daughter was doing well. I wanted to blurt out that she was a wonderful lover but caught myself. I was about to indulge more into Lisa's life but Matt came in smiling, almost singing as he poured himself a coffee. "If you want to go to the hospital with me then the two of you had better get dressed. I don't think Missy would care that you're in your sleeping attire but the hospital staff might." He laughed, we laughed. "Ok, mister father" I said laughing, "but first I need some breakfast. I didn't have dinner last night and neither did Rita. In fact, neither did you." He came to me, put his arms around me, kissed me on the forehead and whispered in my ear, "I want you right now." I patted his arm, "later" was my response and I meant it. After a welcome breakfast we left for the hospital where once again we oohed and awed at the beautiful baby girl in the plastic bed. Missy was recovering well and welcomed us both with hugs and kisses. The doctor announced she would be going home tomorrow and Matt beamed. I made an instant decision that I would not stay as Missy's mom would do just fine and would probably be more comfortable with her than me. I took Matt aside and told him of my decision. "But, I thought we would have some more time together before you went back." I saw the disappointment in his face and knew how I felt as I wanted more of him, more of him inside me. "I know honey, but Melissa will need her space and her mom will be the best one to be with her right now. Besides, the two of you need to become parents, together." Matt turned back to Melissa's room and spoke to her and her mom. When he came back he took my arm. "We're going home. I told them you were leaving tomorrow and I wanted to spend some time with you before you left." We sped home as quickly as possible and once inside the door wasted little time ripping away our clothing. I knew what he wanted and he knew what I wanted. We threw ourselves on his bed and with little foreplay he was atop me, then inside me and I was once again in that wonderful place. I could feel the swell of his cock going in and out of me and rubbing my body the right way. My orgasm was building, my legs were pushing his ass, my arms were holding him, my mind was ebbing away into that void of space, that wonderful orgasm. "I'm cumming!" I surprised myself that I said that as I normally don't talk during sex. "Oh, son, I'm cumming!" He kept his onslaught of my body as my fluids flowed covering his cock. He moaned low, grunted as he sped his movement, and then raised his head and bellowed, "me too! I'm cumming!" I could feel his semen splashing inside me, wonderfully filling me, making me feel so much a part of him. We lay there for some time just enjoying the feel of our naked bodies together. I was looking at the ceiling but thinking of what had just happened. "That was wonderful. You make me so happy and I missed that. We should get up. We don't know when Rita is coming back." I really didn't want to get up, didn't want to leave his arms, didn't want to slide away from his beautiful naked body, but I had to be the parent. I stayed at the house as he went to his clinic on the way to the hospital. I opened my laptop and noted several e-mails that needed response. I was writing when my cell phone rang. On the phone was a young familiar voice. "Lisa? Oh, thank you for calling honey. I was thinking about you." "I was thinking about you and wondering when you're coming back." "Tomorrow; I'll be there tomorrow afternoon. I was going to call you in a little while. Will you reserve me a room?" "Nope; you're going to stay with me." She gave me the address and directions and seemed giggly as she spoke. "You do want to be with me don't you? I mean I don't want to force you to----" "Hush that. You know I want to be with you. I've never known anyone like you and, well, we have things to talk about. I'll see you tomorrow." My laptop blinked, waiting for me to finish the e-mail, but my mind was far away, my eyes were seeing the young, petite body that awaited me and the loving and feelings she would give me. I had just fucked my son and I sat thinking of another woman; no not a woman, a beautiful young girl that was the sister of my son, Rita's daughter. I was glad we had that special time as it was our last opportunity. Matt held me close as I left and pulled me out of sight so he could kiss me fully, lovingly, like a lover would. As I drove the few hours to Anton I could feel my vagina getting wet, my panties becoming saturated with my wetness, and my wanton feelings emerged. There was a parking lot filled with cars so I pulled in to a good spot to not be seen and pulled down my jeans, removed my wet panties, and masturbated. An old, mature, professional woman was sitting in a parking lot masturbating thinking about sex with a girl barely out of her teens. What had I become? End, Liz's Adventures, Part 1. More to follow. Liz's Adventures Ch. 02 Her life and saga continues, Matt grows with his family and she gets a clearer picture of the future. This is fiction that follows Matt & I, and Liz Part 1. I looked around to make sure no one was watching as I retrieved my panties and blue jeans. I had cum, it felt great, but I also felt regret at having done it, perhaps now I could complete the drive without my mind drifting off. But I was still asking myself 'why?' why did I have to cum? I looked at my note where I had written down her address and the directions. I stopped at a grocery and got a bottle of good wine and a bouquet of very fragrant flowers. On the way out to the car I caught a glimpse of myself in the window of the store; a woman carrying wine and flowers. It looked like I was going on a date. I was and then it hit me, hit me hard! Reality, reality hit me right in the face. She is only 19 and really not legal to drink. Nineteen!!! Nineteen??? The thought hit me, she's just a teenager, a mature teenager, but nonetheless a teenager and I was infatuated with her. Alright, she's about to be twenty but right now she's a teenager. Lisa wasn't home when I got there but she had left a note and hidden a key. I let myself in and was pleased with the small one-bedroom apartment that was spotless. There were pictures on the wall, some of her with another girl, some of her with Melissa, which had to have been taken a few years ago, and a much younger girl whom I assumed was April. The door opened and she almost ran inside, throwing herself against me, into my arms, and was immediately kissing me. Her kiss was long, passionate, wanting; her arms were around my neck and her body was pressing into mine. Is this what I was wanting? This kissing, hugging, touching, a prelude to sex. I wasn't as horny as I had been earlier but my mind was speaking though my lips that were locked to hers and our tongues were seeking and sucking the other; my mind was saying 'what are you doing? This is a teenager! Oh god please let me go ahead!' I pushed her back so I could catch my breath and take the moment to evaluate where I wanted to go with this. She looked wonderful, blue jeans, t-shirt, combed hair, and very little makeup. Her taut little body was just so desirable but then I blurted, "Lisa. Do you, oh my god; do you realize how old I am? What, what are we doing?" She put a finger to my lips. "I don't care how old you are. I like you and I like fucking you. I like the taste of your pussy and the way you eat me." She looked at me with a puzzling look. "You do want to be with me don't you?" I had been reeling with the reality of the situation and the reality that I should stop this, now, and end this relationship and had been asking the same question. She was so young, but I had been thinking about her or rather about her body and threw caution to the wind. We wasted little time undressing each other and tumbling onto her bed. I wanted to taste her and spent little time with her puffy nipples until I could get between her legs and get her hooded clit in my mouth. "Do you like my pussy? Oh, please say you like my pussy!" "Yes, I like your --- pussy." I had never used that word to describe a vagina, I had always used the clinical terms but saying it made me think differently. "I – like – your – pussy" I stammered as I returned to licking and sucking her clit. I felt her hands on my head pressing me against her and heard her soft moans. I put a finger into her opening and began moving in and out when she pushed my hand away. "Don't do that, please", she whispered. I kept licking and sucking and felt her woman juices begin to flow into my mouth. She was about there. Her body began to shiver and undulate beneath me; her legs were up, knees pressing against my sides, then she gave out a low moan followed by a hushed scream and climaxed. I held her for moments as she enjoyed the aftermath of her orgasm then she flipped me to my back and was quickly between my legs, her mouth, her tongue, her fingers were all over my --- pussy, yes, pussy and I was dissolving into the bed and into that longed for pleasure. 'My pussy, my pussy, my pussy' I was purring to myself as she licked and sucked me and I edged into that wonderful void that spacious darkness that began to consume my body and I floated and climaxed. I pulled the sheet over us as we lay there, breathing, enjoying the closeness of our naked bodies and returning to the norm. She giggled, "Wow! That was soooooo good." "Lisa, when we were, uh, making love you didn't want me to put my fingers in you. Is there something wrong?" I was thinking some physical ailment or injury that might need tending to. "Yes, sort of. My ex brought home a vibrator, one of those long silver tubes, she was using it on me, you know on my clit, and then she pushed it inside me, hard. I was a virgin and it hurt, it really hurt. I screamed and yelled for her to pull it out but she laughed. I was hurting and bleeding and I wanted her off me and that thing out of me. That's the day I told her to get out and I haven't seen her since. I don't want anything inside me again." We lay there for a while longer, silent, my mind whirling about what I had done and what I should not have done, what she said, how she felt. I had let her fuck me or I fucked her once again even though I knew it was wrong. After all, I now knew her family and I felt ashamed at what they would think if they knew. "Hey! Did you get with that man you said you would?" Her question came out of nowhere and took my by surprise. "Oh, you remembered that." Should I answer her? This is really very private. "Yes, yes I did, more than once I'm happy to say." "But you came back to me. That makes me feel wonderful." Before I could interject anything she continued. "Is he a man about your age? I mean since you're a widow you might have a man in your life that could be your new husband. Oh, shit, I guess I'm prying; nope I'm curious, I mean we just had sex so that gives me some rights to ask questions. Right?" "'I guess it does but it doesn't mean I'll answer them." I took a deep breath, "No, he's younger, much younger." "My age?" "He's twenty-six; I'm forty-six. I'm older than your –," I caught myself as I was about to say her mother. "I'm old enough to be your mother. Doesn't it make you feel awkward being with a woman my age? I mean, you're so young; you could probably have any girl on campus. Why me?" "Why you? You're beautiful and sexy and smart and a great fuck." She didn't look at me but remained looking at the ceiling. I was wondering how I was going to get into reality with her and I had opened the door. "Thank you for saying that, but I – I'm, older than your mother." "My mother? How, how would you know how old my mother is? I didn't tell you, I don't think. Oh, I know; you're guessing." "I met her a few days ago, when my grandchild was born; rather our grandchild. My son is married to" – I had to pause and swallow, "your sister. I didn't know that when I was here, I didn't put your last name with Melissa's and ---" I could feel her body tense and the mood change. "Then you're the one who told mom how to find me?" "Yes, but I didn't tell her how I knew you, just that a Lisa worked at the Inn. We talked quite a bit while at the hospital and she told me a lot about your difficulties with your father and I'm sorry, so sorry. I thought it would be important to you to know you have a niece and your mother desperately wanted you to know. She misses you." I reached out to pull her to me, to hold her, but she shied away. She left the bed and I followed her. She stood in the kitchen, leaning against the cabinet. I moved behind her and put my arms around her. She leaned back against me. "I think if mom really cared she would come here and looked for me. I mean the call was great and knowing I have a niece and all, but she knew I was in this town and going to this school and she never came. I think she's afraid of dad, of what he might do if he found out she came here. At least she called." I kissed her neck. "She told me how furious he got when she once tried to call you from home, so yes, I believe she is somewhat afraid. I do know she would like to see you; I saw that in her eyes. You know, I guess we're sort of related now. I mean my new granddaughter is your niece, and your sister is my daughter." She turned in my arms, our naked bodies touching. "If we're related then, then this is, what do they call it, oh yeah, incest. Isn't it?" "I don't think so. We aren't related by blood, like sisters or cousins. So, no, it isn't in the true sense of the word. Oh, I guess some people would try to infer that if they knew but, no, it isn't. I guess the worse thing is our age difference, and that bothers me." She moved from me to the sofa where she sat, drawing her legs beneath her. Her sweet small pussy was wide open and I caught myself looking at it. "Being with me bothers you don't it? But, you're here and we fucked, so now what are you going to tell my mother?" I sat across from her, naked, nudity was not at issue. "Why do I have to tell her anything? I don't know when or if I will see her again. I live 250 miles from here and a longer way from your parents. I may run into her again when I'm visiting Matt and Missy but that doesn't mean I have to discuss you." "You called her Missy. That's what we all called her. She's a great girl, very smart, good looking, very straight. I guess she found a good guy. Missy is uh, twenty-three. How old is Matt?" How quickly the conversation changed. We were discussing us and her mother now we're talking about Missy and Matt. It was one of those things about being 19 I guess. "Twenty-six," I answered hoping she wouldn't remember. She gave me a quizzical look. "Twenty-six? That's the same age as your lover.' She paused, tilted her head. "Oh my god! You didn't – he isn't--?" I sat there, looking at her questioning face. I didn't acknowledge her question. "You're not going to answer me, are you?" "I think I should go and get a room at the motel. I, uh, you have a lot of things to think about and so do I. Perhaps it would be better if I wasn't here." I quickly dressed without saying much to her. She was still sitting on the sofa, naked, and looking so beautiful. "Let me just say you should consider going to your sister, seeing your niece, visiting with your mother. I'll give you the address and directions." I knew walking out like this was shitty and would hurt her, but I wasn't prepared to discuss having sex with my son and it was right that I should end this now; right now. She sat there, still naked, her feet drawn up, her arms around her legs, but the look she gave me was one of sorrow, fear, disdain, all rolled into one. I didn't expect her to say anything and she didn't, thankfully. I checked in, took a shower, a long hot shower that helped me think and reflect on what I had done, why I had done it, and consider where I was going. Tomorrow I would go to the facility and tomorrow I would work to get Lisa out of my head. I had a towel around my wet hair and nothing else on when there was a knock at my door, it was Lisa. She stepped inside and only casually acknowledged my nudity. "Are you angry with me?" "No, honey, I'm not angry with you. It's just, just that I don't want to discuss things that are private and have nothing to do with you, or, uh, us. You're so young, so beautifully young so I have to be the mature woman here. There are things we don't need to talk about and you shouldn't think about." "You mean like having sex with and falling for a woman?" She put her arms around me and I remembered I was naked. "And knowing my mother and my family history? And having sex with your son? I pushed her away and reached for a t-shirt, I didn't want to be naked right then but even after putting on the shirt I still felt naked because she was asking questions that went to my core. "I'm not going to answer that. I think you should leave now." "Why? You fucked me, you like fucking me, you like me, and I like fucking you. I like you. Do you think I would do anything to hurt you? So what if you fucked him; it doesn't affect me. Hell, I've always wanted Missy, I'd fuck her if she'd let me and I guess that's the incest thing. I used to watch her when she was showering or changing clothes because we were naked together many times, a sister thing, and I wanted to touch her; I wanted to fuck her; still do. Maybe my father; you know, had a concocted idea that I might do Missy. Shit! He never thought for one minute that Missy might want to do me or be with me. No, hell no, that wasn't it. Missy was always perfect in his eyes and he's just a bigot, a big bigot and gay people offend him." I sat on the bed considering my answer and the ramifications it might have. She continued. "You met my mother and you know about my father but I had already told you about my upbringing before you met her. Did you tell her about us and how you know me? No, you didn't. I don't think you kept us from her just because you fucked me and didn't want her to know you liked girls, I think you didn't tell her because you like me and want to be with me, or were you afraid of what Mom might think about you? I don't give a damn that you're forty-six, you're sexy and I like being with you, and I don't give a damn if you fuck your son, that's your business." I looked at this young girl who had just driven herself into my heart once again. There had to be a tear in my eye as I stammered to answer. "Yes. Yes I did make love with Matt, wonderful love. We've been lovers for a while and it has been one of the best things in my life. I'm not proud of it, a mother making love to her son, but not ashamed of it either. I know it was, it is wrong, but he was there for me when my husband was sick and I needed someone and I was there for him. He has Melissa and I know he loves her and the baby but it's different with him and me; I mean we share something that's more than mother and son, something special and probably always will. I'll never replace Melissa and wouldn't try but at one point I thought Matt would remain with me and be my lover forever; it didn't turn out that way and is probably for the best." She sat beside me and put her arms around me. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry about the way I acted and about my tantrum. I guess I ask too many questions and I got into your business. It's okay, really okay. Its right for you and nobody will learn about you and, uh, Matt from me." We kissed the kind of kiss couples do to acknowledge their feelings for each other. I told her about my relationship with Mike and Angela and even about Angela's family relationship. She soaked it all in with a look of amazement and surprise. "Wow! I mean, if my old man knew about all that he would probably have a heart attack. So, until me Angela was the only woman you had been with?" I nodded. "I had never really thought about being with a woman, but something inside me changed when she told me about her bi-sexuality and relationship with her family and how wonderful it all made her feel and I wanted to be with her; to explore the unknown and it just happened. I guess it awakened me and excited me the same way I became excited when I saw you and you touched me. I thought - I hoped you were seducing me, and I was right. Angela seduced me with words and her body and our relationship. You seduced me with youth and beauty." "Do you still want me to leave?" "I don't know. Yes! No!" We kissed again, lightly, and hugged. I held her face in my hands, exploring those blue eyes. "Let's make love." She was staring into my eyes as she asked. I shook my head. "No, it isn't right; at least not for me. I've just opened up to you, told you things most people keep as deep dark secrets, and the mood, well its not a make love mood. I – I love you, in a special way, but I'm not in love with you. I like being with you but---." "It's okay. I think I understand." "I don't think you do. Since leaving you I've been evaluating us; the reality of you and me and the frailty of our relationship. It's frail because you're twenty, or will be, and I'm forty-six; it's frail because you live here and I live 250 miles away, it's frail because I am bi-sexual and it's frail because we have a family relationship, as distant as it is. Lisa, honey, we've only known each other a few days, a great few days, but not long enough to be in love. There is a fire in us, a passion fire, but that won't be enough to sustain a long distance relationship, at least not for me. You will find someone young, beautiful, and you'll fall in love with her then you won't want this old woman around and when that happens I want you to tell me about her, tell me about your love for her and about school and all those things." "You want to be another mother to me?" Her voice was shaky and she was wiping her eyes. "No. A best friend, a distant relative, one you can count on, one who knows you like no one else. Like I said, we're related now and I'll be there for you. Look, it will take you about 4 hours to drive to Melissa's and you told me you have no school or work tomorrow so why not go? You'll be there before dinner time." "I can't, I don't have money for such a trip. I don't want to leave you, please. Besides, my old man may be there." I opened my purse and took out $100. "Here. This should buy your gas for the trip and food. Now, go home and throw in a pair of jeans, a top, and some undies and get on the road. Kiss your mom and talk to her, hug your sister, and kiss your niece. Get to know your brother, he's a great guy. You don't need to stay with me, you don't need me; you need those people waiting to see you and you need the hugs and kisses of your mom. And, as far as I know, your father isn't there but even if he is, you'll be in your sister's home, not his. Got it?" Lisa hugged me, gave me a wonderful smile, and a welcome kiss then left but there was a tear in her eye. She hugged me a second time, a hug that lasted a long time. I think I did a good thing, probably for both of us and I was glad she was young as her youth and need to see her mother kept her from protesting further. I had lied to her when she asked me to make love; I wanted to climb in that bed with her, I wanted to fuck her, but I knew I had to end the relationship. For her I felt it was love at first sight; hell it was love at first sight for me too, but I couldn't afford to let it continue. As time passed I would learn that she and her girlfriend had broken up only a few days prior to being with me and I think she was looking for some assurance that she was desirable and needed sex as part of that assurance. I'll love her forever, but in my own way. To be continued. Liz's Adventures Ch. 03 The sage of Liz continues and is preceded by Matt & I, and Liz's adventures parts 1 and 2. This is fiction. I threw myself into my work while in Anton visiting the facility and then maintained my hard work ethic when I returned home. It was early and there was a message on the phone from our company president that she wanted all Regionals in Philadelphia the next day. I made arrangements, packed, and the next day boarded a plane for Philly. It was great to be at corporate and to be surrounded by my colleagues as it took the edge off my past few days and my once short term relationship with Lisa. I was there a few days, a wonderful and packed few days as we fended off a hostile takeover attempt. I had been abstaining from sex with anyone, not for any special reason, but just to be by myself and sort out what I had done and why. I didn't regret my liaison with Lisa but felt guilty of not making love to her again, when she wanted it. Back home I continued to put my mind on my work, my home, and my grandchildren rather than my body's needs or wants. There was one lady in Philadelphia who was apparently flirting with me at the hotel bar but I didn't respond and I don't know why because she was so lovely. Angela wanted me to visit and I'm sure it was to make love and I had considered it, actually masturbated thinking about it, but didn't. I also thought about her parents, particularly her handsome and tall father, but haven't agreed to one of the family parties, yet. It had been almost 3 months since I had said good-bye to Lisa and since I had seen Matt or Melissa and the baby. A 3 month hiatus to be by myself, but I was never alone as Harry's voice was always in the background always urging me on. I was busy in my home office writing reports of my recent facility visits when the phone rang and a wonderful voice on the other end said "Mom?" It was Matt, my beautiful son calling to invite me to his home, for a visit. Melissa was taking the baby and flying to her parent's home for a reunion without him due to his business and he wanted this opportunity for us. Us! I knew what he wanted to do and so did I. On Saturday morning, early, very early, I left and made the drive to his home. As I pulled into the driveway the door opened and my wonderful son stood there, his arms outstretched, and welcomed me. He pulled me inside, closed the door to the outside world and immediately pulled me into his arms and kissed me; kissed me hard, longingly, deeply, his tongue searching mine and mine finding his. I could feel his cock pressing against me and his hands roaming my body and finding my hard nipples beneath the t-shirt. I had purposely worn as little as possible, t-shirt, jeans, and skimpy black lace panties, so he could undress me as quickly as he wanted and I wanted. His touch was like electric shocks as my nerves were at the outer limits of my skin and his hands were like magic wands bringing me to life. "Oh my," I sputtered when he broke our kiss. "You are ready aren't you?" All he did was nod as he pulled my t-shirt over my head and immediately began licking and sucking my hard nipples. I put my hand in the silky running shorts he wore; there were no briefs or boxers so it was wonderful to feel his long hard cock beneath and then to hold that hard manhood that I wanted so desperately. I slid down his body and pulled the shorts down, letting them fall at his feet so I could get his cock into my mouth. I wanted to taste his manhood; I wanted to taste his cum; I wanted to give him anything he wanted anyway he wanted it. He was softly moaning as I took as much of him into my mouth as I could but then he pulled me to my feet and kissed me. "I want to make love; I want to be in your pussy." It was my turn to nod my agreement and he quickly unbuttoned my jeans and dragged them and the flimsy black lace panties down my legs leaving me naked. He lifted me up until his cock tip was pushing at my opening and carried me down the hall to his bedroom. Once on the bed he wasted little time pushing his erection against my wet hole and then into me. His entry took my breath away for only an instant but soon it was replaced with the most wonderful feeling of his cock filling me, going in and out, deeply, quickly then slowly, insistent on bringing us both to orgasm. He was atop me, his face near mine and his arms held me tightly as he plunged his body into me. I could hear the squish of his cock going in and out of my wet pussy and the slap of his body against mine each time he pushed. Then it began; that fire inside me that was growing throughout my body and engulfing me in that abyss of pleasurable darkness where you no longer exist, the only thing is the wonderful overwhelming pleasure of the orgasm. "I'm cumming!" I whispered to him. He kept pushing into me, then out, while my body expelled my fluids all over his cock and balls. My orgasm came, hit me like a wonderful black balloon sending my body afloat of the bed and into a wonderland that didn't end, no, it kept going as he kept going and I had never before had such a wonderful and sustained orgasm as that moment. I couldn't believe it, and I couldn't describe it to myself it was as if one orgasm ended as another began and yet another. I heard him groan and felt his cock getting harder then felt the spurting of his semen inside me and he pressed as much of his manhood into me as he could. He moaned again and kept spurting inside me and his hands gripped me tightly letting me know his climax had been as special to him as the orgasm he gave me. He stayed inside me for quite a while; both of us just recovering from the wonderful sexual release and I relished the feel of his cock even though it was softening and beginning to withdraw on its own. I didn't know how long it had been nor did I care, what was important was our making love, our sharing each other once again, giving to the other a love that was taboo and so special. He moved from me to lie beside me and hold me against him, cradled safely in his arms, against his naked chest where I felt safe, secure, wanted, and needed and where I always wanted to be. I put my arm across his chest and looked at his beautiful dark eyes, "I love you" I whispered as I pulled as close to him as I could. "I love you Mom, more than you could ever imagine." I didn't have to imagine, I knew. We slept, for a short time, but enough to regain strength from our earlier session. He had pulled the sheet over us but I was still nestled against him and in that safety and security. When I moved he awoke and his face melted into a wonderful smile as he looked at me perhaps remembering the lovemaking we had just experienced. I reached beneath the sheet and found his soft cock, wrapped my fingers around it and softly squeezed it and rolled it wanting it to awaken and get hard again. I felt it begin to expand and then took my advantage. I slid down beneath the sheet casting it aside, my mouth only inches from my prize and I took his cock in tasting the residue of our lovemaking but savoring the taste, the smell, the affect his body has on me. I slid the growing member into my mouth letting my tongue dance against the base and my lips cradle the expanding head, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could, feeling the vein beneath that ran the length of his shaft. His size precluded me taking as much of him as I wanted and I had never practiced or wanted to deep throat him or any other cock but I could make love to him and let my mouth excite the sensitive head and lick his shaft until I could have his cum on my tongue and down my throat. He moaned softly and put his hand on my head as I continued to suckle and lick the hard manhood between my lips. I was on a mission; a mission to have him cum in my mouth, a mission to taste his semen as it flowed down my throat. I stroked his shaft with my hand as I continued to suck him and then I felt his cock react, harden more, then pulsate as the sperm loaded semen pumped from the small slit, past my lips, across my tongue and into my throat. I held the head in my mouth until he stopped cumming then I stroked his cock to get very drop of his virility. I looked up at him as his cock dropped from my lips and his eyes were glued to my face; I swallowed his cum then licked my lips to show him how much I wanted him and how much I savored his cum. "You didn't have to do that", he said as his eyes never left mine. "I know, but I wanted it, wanted you and I wanted to taste you." We stayed in the bed for a few moments before he got up. "Where are you going?" "Well, I have to pee and I want something to drink. How about you; pee, drink, sex?" I laughed at his humor. "Yes, I do need to pee and I could use something to drink. Sex? Well, that's really up to you, you know. By the way, my bag is still in my car young man. I'll need that." "Why? Why will you need that bag?" "It has my clothes, my night gown, my –" "You won't need a night gown, at least not while you're here. I plan on keeping you naked as much as I can and that includes all night long, every night." "You are a nasty son. Okay, I'll go naked but what if one of your neighbors see me passing a window naked, or you and I together naked? What do you think they would say?" He turned, opened a drawer and retrieved what looked like a t-shirt. "I bought these yesterday for us, just something we can don to be presentable but yet available." Mine was a long white t-shirt that came just below my ass and covered me well. His appeared about the same and I understood what he meant by available. After I put it on his hand was beneath rubbing my ass. "See? I can just pull it up anywhere we are and have my way with you." I had to giggle, like a school girl, at his moves. "So, you think you can just have your way with me anywhere and anytime do you?" He spun me around, kissed me, and nuzzled my neck. "Um hmm." He put on his shorts and retrieved my bag then we opened a bottle of Cabernet and sat down to talk. After all, we hadn't 'talked' since I had walked in and there were mother and son things to say as well as his explanation of the Nelson reunion. One of Melissa's aunts had a short time to live and she wanted all the family together one last time. I wondered if that included Lisa but I wasn't ready to open that can of worms with Matt. "Did you bring that little black dress?" "Um hmm." He had asked on the phone that I bring it and heels for a nice dinner. "We're going to dinner tonight. I have reservations at the Chateau and I want to show off my beautiful mother." He laughed and we continued talking about Missy, the baby, work, Mike and Angela, and me. We sipped the wine and it was exciting for me to be near him and with him and be his mother and his lover. He reached over and put his hand on my leg just below the shirt. "Uh, we have a couple of hours before we have to get dressed." "You, you want to, you want to do it again?" "Tell me you don't." I followed him to the bedroom and stripped off the t-shirt as I went through the door. His cock was beginning to rise once again and I marveled at his stamina. I stood beside the bed as he walked to me, naked, and I held his cock feeling it harden in my hand. He pushed me back and spread my legs then I felt his warm breath on my pussy and his fingers toying with the labia then his tongue dancing on my clit and his lips sucking at the hood. I felt a finger enter my tunnel and move about as his tongue did a marvelous dance on my clit then the finger found my g-spot and I began disappearing into that spectacular abyss of darkness called an orgasm. My hands were gripping the sheet, my toes curled, and my body was pressing hard against his mouth as the orgasm took over my senses and my being. He had raised himself above me as I came down from the wonderful high and I felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down my slit, preparing it, seeking entry, and wanting its own release. I reached down and held it to my opening. "Fuck me son, fuck me." I don't know where my dirty talk had come from but it was spewing forth. He didn't reply he just pushed his hard manhood into me taking my breath away, then filling me again with the lusty need we both had. I met his surges into me and heard his soft moans as he continued his onslaught of my pussy and I wanted him to cum, to cum and fill me, to send his young sperm deep into my body and get his release. He turned me so I was on my side and he reentered sliding quickly in. He was holding one leg against him and straddled the other. I could see his face as he closed his eyes and appeared to savor the feeling of his cock inside my wetness. He came groaning like a young lion as he pumped the last drops into me and fell beside me on the bed. I stayed beside him listening to his breathing and feeling his body relax then I rolled close and put my arm across him and held him. We stayed that way for some time, not speaking, just enjoying our closeness. We showered, dressed, and left to dinner. The dress was a simple 'little black dress' and came to rest above my knees. Sitting as I was in the car Matt got a good view of my legs and part of my thighs. "Keep your eyes on the road young man. I am hungry and I mean for dinner." He laughed that wonderful laugh and at the moment sounded so much like his father. But he turned and looked again as I opened my legs and turned toward him. "Mom! You're not, uh, you're not wearing panties." It was my turn to laugh a little. "That's not all I'm not wearing; no bra either." The dinner was delicious and the setting magnificent. I looked around to see if others in the restaurant could see us, and most could not. I lifted my foot from the shoe and rubbed it gently against his leg. At one point he swallowed hard and looked at me. "Are you really my mother or have you done something with her?" I looked around again and saw we were pretty much isolated from others hearing us. "Well, I'm the same woman you screwed twice, or was it three times, today. So, if I'm not your mother then maybe you shouldn't be having sex with me." "Mom, for god's sake. What if someone hears you?" I smiled, took a sip of the wine, and finished the great meal. Matt took care of the bill and escorted me to the car. He opened my door and as I slid in I purposely let the dress ride high showing him my shaven uncovered pussy. He didn't say anything but once he got in he moved close to me, kissed me hard on the lips and his hand played with the lips of my pussy. "I want to fuck you!" I nodded. The parking lot was dark so Matt edged the seat back, unzipped his slacks and popped out his now hard cock. He pulled me onto his lap, facing him, and I settled down on his manhood. I rode him like a maniac, like a woman possessed and kept up until I felt him shoot inside me. I didn't reach an orgasm but I didn't care, I just wanted to feel him there and give him something different. I moved from atop him and bent forward taking his slick cock into my mouth and cleaning it of our secretions. "I don't want you getting your slacks messed up just because of me," I chided him as I put his cock away and zipped his trousers. At home I hurried to the bedroom; he whistled as he saw my naked body emerge from the black material and watched as I hung up the dress. He quickly disappeared beneath the sheet propped on one elbow just watching as I went to the bathroom and when I came out he remained in the same position, watching and as I approached the bed he threw back the sheet to show me he was naked, just as I was. He wasn't erect. I snuggled in beside him and he switched off the bedside lamp then kissed me. Our kiss would have been longer had it not been for the telephone. It was Melissa calling to check in. It was a conversation I didn't want to hear right then so I put on the t-shirt and made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. I got angry with myself because I was jealous; jealous of the wife of my son for taking away my moment, my time of loving so I scolded myself for the feeling. Matt came to the kitchen without his t-shirt and stood looking at me. "Why did you leave? You could have listened to what I said." "It wasn't my place, it was her place, you know, your wife? I didn't want to be the reason you might cut your conversation short or not say what you should have. Is everything all right?" Everything was fine and everyone was there. I even asked if his sister Lisa had made it and he said yes. I expected during the next few days for him to ask about Lisa and about how I knew her. Right now he wanted to go to bed, rest, sleep, and hold me close. It had been a long time since I had slept naked with a man and that man was Harry but here I was nestled against my naked son, my naked lover and I was in heaven. I will admit that I was more tired than I thought and sleep came quickly. The Sunday morning sun was peeking through the curtains as I awoke and realized I was in the bed alone. I smelled coffee so I donned the t-shirt and let my nose follow the powerful aroma. Matt was sitting at the table reading the Sunday paper. He had on those slick nylon shorts and no shirt. I moved behind him and put my arms around his neck then on his hairy manly chest and kissed his forehead. "Good morning honey." "Good morning Mom. Did you sleep well?" What an unnecessary question but a common one. There was small talk as we both drank the dark pungent liquid and I read part of the morning paper. I wasn't really hungry after that large dinner but inspected the fridge for food anyway. "Do you want something for breakfast?" I was prepared to make whatever he wanted. He looked up and smiled, then looked down at my legs extending beneath the white t-shirt. I caught his gaze, laughed, and raised the hem of the shirt to just above my shaved vulva. "I was talking about food, but --." He reached for me and raised me up, sitting me on the table, my legs on each side of his head and his mouth heading for my now very open pussy. I felt his hot breath, his fingers, the stubble of his unshaven face and then his tongue piercing my opening and slurping loudly as he made his way to my clit. I regretted that I hadn't showered before coming out but it didn't seem to bother him as he licked, sucked, and did a wet mouth dance around my pussy, my clit, and even put a finger in my anal cavity, something he had not done before. His finger was in my ass! Oh my god he felt great; his tongue was doing something magical on my clit and the feel of his finger in my ass was so different that it was driving me wild. I could feel my orgasm building as my legs became rubbery just hanging from the table, and my arms were disappearing into that wonderful pit of dark pleasure. I know I moaned or groaned or perhaps even said something sexual, but I'm not sure. I know that when my orgasm hit I felt my body arch off the table and I was alone in that feeling that I seek so often. "Oh baby that was so, so wonderful. Oh, thank you honey." It took me a few moments to regain my breathing and some sense of self after that wonderful climax. He stood up, slid down his shorts, and put the head of his hard cock at my opening and with little fanfare lunged inside taking my breath away. Oh my how he filled me and how easily he slid into my wetness. He was standing, now leaning, over me and his cock was sliding quickly in and out and I could hear the squish of his manhood inside my very juicy tunnel. I held onto his arms and put my legs around him as much as I could to hold him deeply inside. I watched his face, saw his eyes close, his mouth contort into a grimace and I knew he was cumming. "Cum baby. Cum." He grunted some deep guttural sound and pushed his body hard against me as he shot his semen deep inside my pussy. I relished each spurt, each push of his cock, and I wanted it to last forever. He tossed his head back and I could see the veins of his neck as he finished dumping all his stuff inside me then dropped atop me, kissed me, nibbled my neck, and nipples. "I love you Mom," he whispered into my ear as he was regaining his breath. Liz's Adventures Ch. 03 My legs and back were aching having been pressed into the hard table top. "Let me up honey, the table is starting to hurt me." He stepped back and I could see his cock glistening from our juices but he quickly pulled up the nylon shorts and helped me from the table before sitting down. I sat in his lap and could feel his cum running from my pussy onto his shorts but neither of us cared. I kissed him, hard, full on the lips, and held his face to mine as long as I could. "I love you too son. Oh, I do love you." We sat like that for quite a while, saying nothing, just holding. It was me, the one that broke the moment by getting up from his lap. I poured more coffee for both of us and once again asked if he wanted food. When he said no I decided to shower and put on some clothes. The warm water felt wonderful and was washing away the remnants of our love making session. I leaned against the wall just letting the water flow over my body and I realized something, something I had said months ago that was now haunting me. I had told Lisa that I wasn't after Melissa's place in my son's life, but maybe I was, maybe I wanted to take him away from her and make him my partner and lover. I wasn't going to stop what we were doing, fucking him, loving him, sucking him, sleeping with him, and adoring him as it was what he wanted and what I wanted; and I wanted more. I was pulling up my shorts when he came into the bedroom. He stared at the spaghetti strap top and my shorts then whistled. "Wow! You look, well, young, beautiful, desirable, and sexy. Did I miss any adjective?" "How about motherly? You didn't mention me looking like a mother." He walked over, pulled me to him, kissed me softly then made his way to the shower. I just watched, watched him pull down the shorts, watched the muscles of his tight butt, watched the muscular legs, then the soft cock dangling from his stomach. Watched a man I had given birth to but was admiring as a sexual being, my lover. He came to the den smelling great, clean shaven, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. "Do you want to do something today?" I looked up from the book I was casually reading and admired the young muscular man standing in front of me. "Just be with you honey. Whatever you want to do I'm game." We spent most of the day just being lazy, television, books, even sitting outside in the warm sun sipping cool drinks. We made a trip to the grocery to restock food and I felt wonderful when he put his arm around me as we walked the aisles. I felt like his lover, not his mother. We joked, laughed, shared a fast food lunch, and talked of many things. He told me he would have to go to the clinic during the week and I had expected that, it would be my alone time to perhaps do things for him at home. I snuggled close to him as we watched television and felt his arm around me. I anticipated his touch that would signal his desire to make love, but it didn't come, not right then. The show finished and he flipped off the television, turned to me, kissed me softly, nibbled at my neck, and whispered, "Let's go to the bedroom." I nodded and followed him. I was trembling, shaking like a virgin about to be taken for the first time and I didn't know why. We had been making love ever since I arrived but today had been different and I couldn't explain it. He pulled me to him and lifted the shirt over my head then quickly undid the flimsy bra I wore. His hands were on my breasts, kneading them gently, and then he was sucking and nibbling my nipples, expanding them to their fullest. His hands moved to my shorts and began unzipping them as his mouth made its way to mine and our kiss became heated and passionate, our tongues darting between open lips and our heavy breathing filling the room. His fingers were inside my shorts, inside my panties, roaming between my wet lips then pressing into my wet opening. All I could do was moan, hold him tighter, and press my body against his hand. He began rubbing my clit with his now wet finger and we kept kissing, I kept pressing against him, and I could feel that wonderful feeling begin inside my pussy, that special ache, special yearning that signaled I was going to cum. When he broke the kiss I whispered, "Don't stop honey. I'm almost there." He kept fingering and rubbing me, kissing me again, and I came. I could feel my wetness flow out of me, onto his hand, and down my leg. My legs became weak from the wonderful orgasm and he held me against him then pressed me back against the bed. In one quick movement he slipped the shorts and panties down my legs and tossed them across the room. He slid off his shorts and I could see his long hard cock ready to enter me. "Roll over", he instructed and I was on hands and knees with him behind me. He slid into me, his hands holding my ass and began plunging his length inside me and making me moan with the wonderful pleasure. His hands roamed from my ass, up my back, into my hair, then back as he kept his pace of fucking me. I didn't want it to end as I could feel that sensation beginning again that would signal a climax. He slid in and out, his hands pulling my ass toward his cock, his body slapping against me, his balls making sounds as they slapped my clit, and he began to groan softly, deeply within his throat and I knew he was cumming. "Ahhhhh!" he groaned and I could feel his cum shooting into me and I came. It was a wonderful end to a wonderful day. I watched him sleep for a while thinking about all the wrong things involved in our relationship and about the idea of me wanting him all to myself. I finally fell asleep against him, listening to him breathe and smelling his man musk. To be continued. If you liked this story let me hear from you.