3 comments/ 31270 views/ 6 favorites Loving Luke By: writerjab Growing up in a small town had certain advantages and disadvantages for Cheryl Wilson. With a dad who was the only district court judge in the area, privilege was definitely a part of her life. Her parents came from good stock back in New England, owned the biggest, fanciest house in town and another spacious cottage on a lake a few miles from the city limits. As she moved into her high school years, summers were a time of bikinis, working on her tan and checking out the boys who swam at the public beach at the far end of the lake. She and a couple other girls would load up in her dad's speed boat to water ski and catch some rays, aware of the boys' stares but aloof and unapproachable. Cheryl found one boy especially appealing. His name was Darrin, and at school he was known as one of those losers from the wrong side of the tracks. In fact, Darrin's dad knew Cheryl's dad professionally, having passed through the court system a few times on his way to prison. Darrin seemed likely headed in the same direction, but his tan, well-developed physique, 6-foot tall frame and ice blue eyes caused a stirring deep inside Cheryl's stomach. The few times he smiled at her, she nearly swooned from the beautiful white teeth, and brawny chest. Even then, she reminded herself he was no-good white trash and would only make a mess of Daddy's plans. Daddy had Cheryl pegged for undergrad schooling at Northwestern then on to the University of Michigan for law school. So what if Cheryl was undecided about her future, Daddy said he and Mama had scrimped and saved so Cheryl could go to college and step higher into the privileged class. "You do what I tell you young lady and you'll have everything you could ever want," he told her. "You disrespect your mother and I or screw up, and we will disown you." Cheryl's beauty continued to refine itself even as her lack of direction caused her thoughts to stray. However, attractive only scratched the surface of the charms this girl possessed. Rich, long blonde hair, jade green eyes hidden under thick, beguiling eyelashes, a pert little nose above full, pouty lips that defined luminous white teeth. She wasn't as "big" as some girls, 5-foot-6-inches, 105 pounds, but she proudly sported a 35C cup chest. And, she was sleek and shapely enough that she looked good in her yellow bikini, a tight pair of jeans she liked to wear to school or a flimsy summer dress that highlighted her tanned legs and shoulders free of tan lines. Cheryl was homecoming queen and on her way to valedictorian. Classmates already had her pegged as Most Likely to Succeed, but then in her junior year the uncertainty began to affect her after-school activities. Her grades remained a robust 4.2 grade point average, and she still was head cheerleader, but Cheryl began to secretly meet Darrin and go cruising in his pickup after football games and on weekends. Darrin was a year ahead of her in school and though not likely going anywhere, he was nice to look at, and she knew Daddy would kill her, which aided in her rebellion against him deciding her life's work. That alone made her feel wicked. Her first taste of wine coolers led to her first kiss and not long thereafter her first sexual experience. One thing led to another and as happens with some young teens, Cheryl found herself 16 years old and expecting a baby. To make matters worse, Darrin dropped out of school, left town and the last she heard enlisted in the Army. So much for facing this with someone. She kept the pregnancy hidden from her parents for as long as possible, but in time she couldn't hide the changes to her body. With that realization, daddy made it clear she no longer fit in his carefully orchestrated plan. "You will have this baby, you will get the money we saved to put you through college and you will get a bus ticket to anywhere you want to go. But once that baby is born you are no longer our daughter," said the Judge, a man who was no longer her father. Her younger sister Katie would now become the object of Mr. and Mrs. Wilson's plans. Cheryl graduated high school early, to hell with valedictorian. She had no doubt they would take it away from her anyhow. She went from Most Likely to Succeed to Class Slut and was blacklisted by her "friends." Most teachers barely gave her the time of day, and around town she was looked upon as the soiled woman with the scarlet letter on her forehead. With her diploma in hand, and determination to make a life on her own, Cheryl left town with little 1-year-old Luke on a quiet spring morning. She ended up outside of Columbus, Ohio. Since her dad was a U of M alumnus she figured if she enrolled at Ohio State, it would be a great way to tell him to go to hell. Life was often tough for the next seven years, but Cheryl made it. She graduated college with a degree in finance then worked her way through grad school where she got a law degree at OSU, finishing at the top of her class. As she settled into her legal career, Cheryl developed an acute understanding of finance and its legal implications. Ten years of hard work landed her in a prestigious law firm with an income that provided for any need she or Luke had. It also enabled her to workout regularly and the results showed the young vixen had turned into a 30-something cougar with luxuriant platinum blonde hair she wore shoulder length, long tanned legs and an eye for fashions that heightened her curves. Along with this she had the same flashing green eyes and radiant smile that could turn predatory in court if she stalked a case against some greedy WASP middle aged male: her impression of her dad. Perhaps it was the disdain and hate that was showered on her as a pregnant teen, or maybe just that whatever she achieved was done by herself. Yes, her parents gave her money to start a life, but no assistance when Luke got sick, nowhere to run to when life became almost too much to bear. Whatever it was, Cheryl drew closer to her son, nurturing him and raising him up to be whatever he wanted to be. And, while doing so, as he matured, her love moved into areas most mothers don't consider with their children. She marveled at his powerful, yet slim physique. At 19, 6-foot, 2-inches and 195 pounds he was all man but still filling out. He ate like a horse, but he kept the flat stomach and beautiful chest that she wanted to nestle up against while teasing his nipples with her tongue. "He's all I have," she would say to herself, justifying the longing inside her to know him in an intimate way society would consider wrong. Luke developed the same athletic excellence his dad displayed, he graduated high school as a fire-balling left-hand pitcher who could also hit for average and display the power to hit the long ball. Professional baseball teams lined up to sign him to a lucrative deal, but Cheryl persuaded him to get his college degree then chase his dream. He not only completed college, he did so quickly wrapping up a four-year degree in three years, business finance like his mother, then signed a fat contract with the New York Yankees. As the two celebrated his good fortune the realization dawned on Cheryl that minor league ball might give them a chance to start a new life together. Although 37 was a bit old, she often got remarks of looking 10 years younger, maybe they could fool anyone that they were just lovers. That is if he wanted her, like she did him. By age 21 he topped out at 6-foot, 3-inches tall and 215 pounds, making him a carbon copy of his dad, except for his green eyes that clearly he got from Cheryl. With a 5 o'clock shadow sprouting from his tanned face, Luke was a lady killer for sure. But, he'd learned from Cheryl who told him to be careful with the girls. A part of her rationalized girls wouldn't be needed if she took care of his "needs." She insisted on giving him a rub down before each game he pitched, and even after college he still came to her to ask for a quick massages. All her longings and desires reached their peak one day as she lay by the pool in her favorite string bikini. She knew she was practically naked before her son, but she wanted him and couldn't deny herself any longer. Luke ambled up clad in a towel and offering two long stem glasses and a bottle of wine. Pouring each of them a full glass, he toasted their future together and took a deep drink. He then stretched out face up on a lounger beside her and asked for a massage. Feeling thirsty she too took a healthy drink of the alcohol and hefted a bottle of tanning oil. Slicking her hands up, she began to work on his chest and shoulders marveling at what a good looking young man he was. "MMM! Mom your hands feel so good." As they slid further down, Cheryl noted her son getting aroused by the touch, and that arousal sparked a corresponding dampness between her legs. Traveling lower she kneaded the hard flesh of his thighs and calves, but then as she traveled back up his body her hands slipped and she fell atop of him. Certainly it was an accident, but she didn't mind in the least. "Hi ... something I can do for you?" he asked, while sitting up on his elbows. She too looked up at him and noted her awkward tumble released one of her breasts now pressed into his stomach. Oooh! The feeling of his warm flesh further fanned the flames burning within her. As she attempted to move off him, Luke's towel loosened and fell aside revealing his hard cock now practically resting against her left hand. "May I?" she inquired Luke just grinned at her with those cat's eyes as she began to stroke his hardness. She figured she was so close she may as well enjoy the moment. With that her mouth began to kiss the length of his tool. She licked and sucked in his ball sack before traveling back up his 7-inches of steel and taking him in her mouth. "Oh yes Mom, YES!" She then bobbed her head up and down his slick meat relishing the taste, recalling briefly how much she enjoy sucking his dad in high school. But that was then, and this was far, far better. Looking up at him with his cock in her mouth, she again felt like a slut, only this time she loved it. Rising up, his cock slipped from her mouth and he groaned in frustration. She reached for her wine glass and quickly drank its contents. She then took another big swig from the bottle loving the light headed feeling stealing over her. She then stood and quickly slipped out of her bikini, giggling as he sucked in his breath at the sight of her nakedness and shaved snatch. "OK, big boy, are you ready to come to mama and give her a present?" She turned and sauntered off into the grass by the pool, her hips wiggling her ass in invitation at him. Thankful their backyard was in a cul-de-sac with no prying neighbors, to see Luke stride quickly to her, his hard cock thrust out in front of him like a battle lance. Two strong hands clasped her hips and pulled her to the ground. She fell to her knees feeling her pussy flooding in expectation of what was to come. Luke flipped her over and gazed down at her sexy body. Here was the one woman he'd fantasized and masturbated to thoughts of her for years. She looked into his eyes and saw the depth of what he felt for her as he hand cradled his hard, twitching cock and aimed it toward her hot pussy. He slipped the head in, eliciting a gasp from her, he amazed at how wet she was. He gradually eased the rest of his length inside her until they were joined at the hip. "Mom, I love you, and you feel so hot, I've wanted this for so long!" "I love you too Luke, nothing will change my love for you, I'm always here for you." His head came down to hers and they shared a long and searching kiss. Mother and son were gone, the two kissing now were lovers, and the realization caused Cheryl to convulse in her first orgasm of the evening. She knew the love they shared now would always be. "Now don't hold back, Luke give it ALL to me..." They proceeded to move together, gradually finding a rhythm as Luke fired his cock in and out of her. Cheryl reached up with her legs, wrapping them around his waist as she thrust her pelvis up to him each time he thrust. Pausing for a moment, Luke turned her over and plunged back in as he fucked his mother doggie style. The feel of his hard member contacting her clit caused her to shudder in her second orgasm as she longed for the next to come quickly. He then turned her back over as their coupling grew frantic and desperate -- two people longing for the mind-splitting orgasm now only just beyond the next bend of passion. Cheryl panted like a bitch in heat as she implored him to fill her with his seed. Luke, realizing he was at his peak, slowed down and announced his pending orgasm. "I'm gonna cum Mom, where you want it?" Redoubling her legs around his back, she pulled him deep inside her and cried, "Flood my cunt with your love cream!" His strokes grew slower as he fought to hold his orgasm off just a little longer ... just a little longer ... just AAAAHHHH! Like a massive wave breaking and hurtling all its power relentlessly down on the beach, Luke yelled out his orgasm and in doing so caused Cheryl to topple over the edge as she too screamed her bliss. "Yes, oh god, Oh! FUCK me!! Yeah, OH! I can feel your come blasting into me. YES! Keep fucking me!" His cock, now super sensitive jerked its final few spasms deep inside her as the viscous fluid leaped out of the tip of his swollen head. Like a master painter, his semen had smeared every nook of her vagina. He felt as if he'd never stop coming, though she too was helping as her pelvis thrust forward to welcome his seed inside of her womb. She recalled again the first time it had happened and now the two of them were there again, just as they had been that one moment long, long ago. Light headed he collapsed on her, careful to support some of his weight on his elbows as he drifted off to sleep, still hard and still imbedded deep inside her. She too drifted off feeling safe and secure that somehow they would lead as "normal" a life as possible. If there was an egg up there ready for fertilization, she would marinate in his come until they awoke. The thought caused her to smile, the smile of a well fucked, though weary woman. Her last thought before sleep swept her away, "Well, if you consider a mother getting married and having her son's children normal ..." Loving Luscious Louise A week in New York. If you don't travel much it might seem like an appealing prospect. If it's part of your normal life, you know that you can be lonely anywhere. So when I heard I was going to be going there, I checked round my favourite international dating website to arrange some company. Soon I came across Louise, a nice looking, intelligent woman. Not a 'girl' -- I'm 55 and I need a mature woman. Let the masses fantasise about young, lithe females, but they're not for me. I'm not young or lithe anymore. But I'm still an admirer of an attractive woman, and Louise fitted the bill perfectly. She was black -- I'm standard Caucasian and black is my favourite female colour -- and a little overweight, as I am. Young, immaculate people might not understand, but when you're imperfect, you want someone who has the odd flaw too. You don't see it as a flaw exactly, but it gets you off the hook of perfection and allows you to be yourself. Louise was perfect in her imperfection -- gorgeously kissable, adorable, anythingable. She lived in the Bronx, not that that meant anything to me apart from what I had read and heard. I was staying near Times Square and we arranged that she would meet me near there. We had hit it off really well by email -- in fact very early on I felt a real connection with her, even via the limited scope of that form of communication - and I just hoped that we would be as comfortable together in real life. When the day came -- a Sunday - I wasn't nervous exactly -- after all, what could happen to me that I didn't want? I was excited. We met at a café in a park -- a neutral, public venue like you're supposed to -- and she looked just like her photos: a bandana on her head, a simple patterned dress and a slightly severe look which was softer and deeper if you studied it. I took it to be just her natural expression, and as a renowned non-smiler myself, I understood that a facial expression didn't necessarily tell all. I could have undressed her there and then and eaten her whole, starting in the middle, but I was polite and we gradually eased into a real relationship. I asked her how long she could stay and she said she would have to be on the subway by 9. It was 1pm. With a full-time job and three kids to look after, her free time couldn't be taken for granted, but I hoped if things went well we might be able to meet several times We went for a walk and as we did, her right breast brushed against my arm repeatedly -- it just seemed to be there all the time, just the way we were built. Eventually we found ourselves in a kind of wood, with no-one around, so I put my arms around her and kissed her. She responded with her tongue, gently, and our bodies grew closer, but in a respectful way. I ran my hand down her spine, stroked her back and made a discreet sweep of her buttocks before settling on her thigh. Then a jogger came around the corner and we started walking again. I was aroused -- very aroused. I loved the feel of her body and the smell of her skin. I loved her delicate, darting tongue. We went for coffee, then walked some more, and talked and talked. At around six o'clock we decided to have dinner and found a little Italian place. After a couple of glasses of wine we were holding hands over the table and my knee was magnetised to hers. All the time I was aware that the clock was ticking, and I was determined to get this woman into bed. She read my mind. 'Don't worry about the time,' she said. 'I can come again tomorrow night... if you want me to.' I picked her hand up, drew it close to my mouth and kissed it, then ran my tongue discreetly between her fingers. She kind of shivered and smiled. 'You do want me to.' The next day we met at my hotel at 6 and had dinner straightaway. An hour later we were finished and I said, 'Would you like to...' 'Go upstairs?' she said for me. 'Yes, I think we should.' As soon as we were through the door of my room we were locked in a passionate embrace. We half walked, half floated over to the bed and I unzipped her dress, which slid to the floor. She picked it up and draped it over a chair. Her body was all mine, just some black underwear between us. We kissed again and I unhooked her bra. Her breasts were large but firm. I kissed down her neck and onto her chest, then sucked each nipple for a while. Her hands were inside the back of my shirt, which she had pulled out of my trousers. I undid my belt and the clip at the top, then unzipped them. 'Put your hand inside my underpants,' I said gently, and she did as she was told. I in turn slid my right hand into her panties and down over the smooth, shaven skin into her fabulous delta. Then I knelt down and pulled her panties off. She sat on the edge of the bed and I pushed her down, then began kissing her from her knees, up her inner thighs until I was in the warm, fragrant, intoxicating zone between her legs. I parted her thighs further and she opened them obligingly. I gently licked her labia and parted them with my fingers, then licked her beautiful vagina, long and slow. I pushed my tongue into her as far as I could and then moved up to her clitoris. She was so wonderful down there that I could have stayed for hours, savouring the tastes and aromas of her womanly juices. 'Turn over,' I said, and she did. 'Up on my knees?' she asked and I grunted. I licked her again, loving the access to her hidden parts. Moving up, I licked one buttock, then the other, and repeated the process, moving ever closer inside until my tongue was right in that special place. She writhed and moaned and I did it more intently and carried on until I felt her muscles tense as an orgasm approached. When it finally swept through her she relaxed and flopped forward, then rolled over. 'Now you can fuck me,' she said in a way that was much more lady than tramp. If there is one thing that turns me on it's a lady who likes to be rude. I moved on top of her and kissed her slowly and deeply as my cock prodded around her crotch, then found the flightpath and slid inside her. We gasped simultaneously at the fantastic feeling and made love slowly and firmly, then faster and more urgently. Every fifth stroke I rammed my cock as far inside her as I could and soon she came again. 'Oh God, I'm coming,' she almost cried, and pulled me closer as her body shuddered. 'Now you come,' she instructed me. 'Tell me what you're going to do.' 'Lady,' I said, 'I'm going to slide my penis up and down inside your hole and then I'm going to squirt my spunk inside you.' This turned her on so much that when I came, thrusting deep and strong and staying there, she did too. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how my relationship with Louise started. We met three more times on that trip and now we're planning a holiday together -- and if you can't find me any time, I'll probably be under a duvet somewhere with my head between her legs. Loving Lust He walked into the room quietly. She was already in bed wearing his over-sized T shirt. He stood over her in bed and smiled to himself. It was amazing how she could evoke so much lust and love in him all at the same time. Biting his lip he wanted her so badly that he ached. He climbed next to her in bed and grinned as he felt he himself growing hard from just thinking about what he wanted to do to her. His hands explored her body gently as his lips traced butterfly kisses on her neck. She moaned softly in her sleep. He lifted the T-Shirt high enough so that he had access to her breasts; kneading them softly and pinching her nipples into little peaks. Another soft moan escaped from her lips. He replaced his fingers with his lips. His tongue dancing circles on the undersides of her breasts. Tasting her and sucking softly at first, then harder and harder. His hand slipped into her panties to explore. He slipped a finger into her when she was wet enough. Then, another. And another. She moaned again, her eyes half opened. Her hands cupped the back of his neck and she tried to pull his head towards her nipple. She wanted to be bitten. To feel his stubble graze her and his teeth and tongue made her yearn to be touched more. He trailed kisses from her breasts to her neck. Lingering where he knew she loved to be kissed. The smell of her hair filled his senses. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Enjoying the scent of her. He realized that he had stopped fingering her when he felt her hand move on top of his, lifting and pushing his fingers into her again. 'Mmm... you're such a naughty girl. You're soaked already,' he whispered quietly into her ear his breath hot on her. 'Baby... I'm horny...' she said turning to him to kiss him hard on the lips. Her clever fingers slowly unzipped him and gripped his member possessively. She sucked on his lower lip hard, then pushed her tongue into his mouth, thrusting it like she wanted to feel him thrusting into her, swallowing his groans as she jack hammered him into delirium. His hands bunched into her hair, and pulled gently her back from his face. Her eyes were heavy and her lips were full. He pushed her onto her back. 'I'm going to fuck you.' He said simply. He wanted her too badly to take off his clothes. He needed to feel himself buried inside her wetness and heat. Climbing on top of her, he spread her legs a little roughly. Pushing the tip of into her teasing her wet entrance. He felt her hands on his ass, pulling him towards her. 'Just fuck me,' she moaned. He grabbed her hands and her behind her. 'Don't tell me what to fucking do baby.' He slipped into her a little more. Teasing her mercilessly. She wrapped her legs around his back and used them to pull him deeper into her. He pulled out of her before she could enjoy the fullness of his hard on. 'Baby... baby... please... don't make me beg...' she whimpered. He slammed himself into her. Enjoying how slippery and hot she was. She clamped her muscles, squeezing him hard. He filled her, fucking her hard. She raised her ass of the bed, meeting his thrusts. 'Oh, fuck yea... fuck me baby...' she moaned enjoying being taken hard and quickly. 'Oh fuck... fuck.... Baby, don't you dare stop... I'll fucking kill you... I'm... unff... cummingg... I'm CUMMING...' she screamed. She didn't have to tell him. He felt her muscles contract around him and her becoming even wetter than she already was. It was enough to make him lose control. Almost anyway. He lifted half her body off the bed so that his hands were on her hips and her lower torso in mid air. 'Mmm... baby... fuck me deeper.... fuck me harder...' she whispered. He lifted her legs and rested it on his shoulder. He sucked on the soft of her calf and he continued taking her. He leaned forward so he could squeeze her breasts as he fucked her. 'Oh God.... you're so fucking tight baby... Squeeze me baby... show me how much you want me in you...' he groaned aloud. She obliged, loving that it felt like he was getting bigger and bigger and harder as he continue ploughing into her. Both their entire lower torso were soaked with her wetness. He pushed on her side and began to spoon her. His lips, tongue and teeth busy on her neck. Slipping into her slowly and pulling out again. And again. Taking his time, enjoying her. Using her for his pleasure. He moved his fingers over her clitoris, rubbing it softly as he made love to her gently. 'I love fucking you... I'm just gonna keep fucking you slowly.... your body was made for me to fuck like this,' he whisper between nibbling on her ear. 'I'm close.... almost there... take me harder baby... I can take it... push yourself up me so hard that I scream...' she said moving her hands backwards to feel for his back. 'I don't want to cum yet baby.... I just want to keep making love to you like this forever...' He bit down on her neck sucking hard and rubbed her faster. Then he felt himself pushed hard onto his back. 'If you won't fuck me... I'll fuck you...' she said, straddling him. Grinding hard into him. 'Oh fuck baby...' he groaned. She lifted her self up and let gravity impale her on his hardness. She felt him push upwards to meet her. Angry now she leaned forward and bit hard on his nipple, making him gasp in pain. 'I told you. I'm fucking you. Not the other way round. Stay still while I fuck your brains out,' she growled at him. Then she started fucking him. Hard. Driving him insane with ecstasy. She leaned on her hands, grinding herself into him. 'Oh God...' he said, biting on his lip. 'I'm gonna cum baby... I'm gonna explode...' 'Don't you dare fucking cum before I do...' she hissed... grinding on him harder and harder. Her hands holding the bed post for support so she could take him harder. He groaned in pleasure, and frustration.... desperately need to cum. He bit into his lip harder, and felt something salty slip onto his tongue. Blood. 'I'm close.... unfff... so close.... Oh! Oh fuck!' she said fucking him so hard he knew he would have bruises later. She leaned forward to kiss him hard. Moaning into his mouth. All the time never stopping to slip him in and out of her with a steady but furious pace. 'Baby... cum with me... cum with me now....' she trailed her fingernails down his chest hard. He groaned like a man possessed. Gripping her hands hard, he exploded inside her. The sensation of hot jets of his cum filling her; burning at her insides triggered her climax and she screamed in pleasure. Covered in sweat and smelling of the sweet scent of sex, they lay in bed a while touching and kissing. 'I love you baby.' he said, kissing her. 'I love you too baby.' she smiled and rested her head on his chest listening to his heart beat. Casually pinching his nipple. She whispered again, 'Baby... I'm horny...' He smiled. So this was loving lust.