4 comments/ 35762 views/ 48 favorites The Paper Ch. 02 By: nightstalker1960 My mind was whirling as mom pulled me into her bedroom. I wasn't sure what to expect. She should be angry at the least, even fuming mad, but she seemed calm. The fact that her robe hung open only served to confuse me, hinting at the impossible. I could see her bra, the thin white fabric barely hiding the smooth flesh underneath. I knew the bra; I had looked at it many times while doing laundry. It hooked in front with a complicated clasp I had played with several times, imagining I was unhooking it. Her panties were the same semi-transparent white material. They clung smoothly to her skin outlining the treasure hidden beneath. The angel tattoo was clearly visible, smiling at me. "There's no way that she could mean ..." I thought, my mind racing as she walked me to her bed and motioned for me to sit down. "So, I take it that I was the subject of this story." She said softly, standing right in front of me, the tattoo right at eye level. I just nodded, afraid to speak. "And the laundry thing? You checked out my bras, mine and your sister's?" I just nodded again. "And the shower scene? How many times?" "What?" I said, finally gaining my voice and looking up at her. "How many times have you watched us, how many times have you stood by the door peeking in while one of us takes a shower?" There was an edge to her voice now. It wasn't angry, but it wasn't comforting either. I just shrugged. To be honest I had no idea how many times. "Whenever I could, I guess. Mostly it was you." I replied, looking down at the floor. That was true. In fact, the only time I had managed to peek in on Shelly was the other night. I stared at the floor, concentrating, trying to will my cock to remain soft. It wasn't listening and slowly it began stretching the fabric of my shorts. "And you thought I knew? You thought that my knowing you were there turned me on. You thought that I was giving you some sort of perverted peep show?" "It never, I mean I never saw you..." I said, looking up at her face. "I know you didn't, just like you never unhooked my bra. But you thought it, and you thought about unhooking my bra. You thought that the touch of your fingers would somehow overwhelm me, turn me to putty in your hands?" She reached down and grabbed my hands, lifting them and placing them along the edge of her bra just above the swell of her breasts. I felt a tremble, but I wasn't sure if it was her or me. "Go ahead, unhook it David. Let's see if I can resist your touch." She said, releasing my hands. I looked up at her, as my hands shaking as they slowly moved down over the swell of her breast. I couldn't believe that this was happening, that I was actually touching my mom's tits. She was biting her lip as she watched me. My hands trembled as they brushed across the points of her nipples. She shuddered, as my fingers reached the clasp of her bra. This time I was certain it was her shuddering. I fumbled with it, trying to unhook it but my fingers didn't seem to want to do what I told them. "Take your time." She whispered; her voice different, softer. I took a deep breath, biting my lip as I tried to concentrate on the clasp. It was like a bad dream, as my fingers seemed to refuse to do what my mind told them. It took what seemed like forever before the clasp moved. I almost cried out in triumph as the clasp finally released. I was expecting the bra to fly open revealing her glorious breasts but, it merely parted slightly, the fabric still clinging to her skin. Somehow it was far more erotic, her breasts free yet still protected. My hands trembled as I slowly pushed the fabric back, smiling awkwardly as I looked up at her. It was like being in a dream, the most erotic, wonderful dream imaginable. Inch by inch I pushed back the fabric, my hands shaking as more of her flesh came in to view. I could see goosebumps appearing on her skin as the bra finally fell away. "Well?" she said, all the sternness that had been in her voice was gone. "I, uhm, well..." I whispered, my fingers trembling as I touched her soft skin. "Am I yours now, David? To do with as you wish?" she said, her voice now barely more than a whisper. "It's not, I mean, that isn't what I wanted. I wanted you to want this too." "And if I did, if I told you that I've been dreaming of this, that I can't think of anything else. If I told you that just your touch makes me tremble with desire?" Her hands came up, grasping the back of my head, pulling me to her chest. I resisted the urge to attack her breasts hungrily. Instead, I kissed gently, softly brushing my tongue across her flesh, as she trembled. I could hear her breathing, every breath seeming like a struggle. My hands slid to her waist, resting gently on the edge of her panties. I wanted to pull them down, to unmask her womanhood. My own body was shaking as moment by moment she drove me mad. I pressed against the fabric, nudging it down slightly, trying to gauge her reaction. She let out a little gasp and her hips thrust forward as her hands pulled me even tighter against her breasts. Encouraged, I slipped my fingers under the elastic and eased her panties lower. I could feel the muscles in her thighs tremble against my hands. She moaned softy and collapsed backwards, pulling me with her. Her hands released my head and moved to my shoulders, pushing me downward. It was all the encouragement I needed, as I grasped her panties and shoved them down. I moved down her body, planting wet kisses as I went. I felt her feet shift as she kicked free of her panties and wrapped her legs around my back. I tried to move slowly, but she pushed hard against my shoulders, urging me to hurry. Her pussy was completely shaven, and smelled of the body lotion she loved so much. The aroma was intoxicating, drawing me in. My tongue darted out, parting her pussy lips, making her jump. I wanted to take my time, to explore every inch of her, but she grasped the back of my head, pushing me tight against her as her hips began to gyrate, grinding her pussy against my mouth. I could feel her legs tense every time I managed to brush my tongue across her clit. She was dripping wet, her juices coating my face as she humped my mouth. I reached under her, my hands holding her ass in the air as she ground desperately against me. She held my head so tight against her pussy that I was having trouble catching my breath, but I didn't care. All that mattered was her, her need, her pleasure. She cried out softly, her words encouragement to my ears, urging me on. Each stroke of my tongue gave me courage, and her hips thrusting against me, urged me to move faster. She began bucking wildly, her hips rocking up, grinding her pussy against my mouth as I tried to explore ever crevice of her insides. She moaned incoherently, her sounds meaning nothing but boldly declaring the pleasure she was experiencing. Suddenly she stiffened, her legs squeezing me as her feet dug into my back. She writhed and bucked in irregular spasms, her whole body convulsing as she came. The sudden gush of fluids caught me by surprise, splashing against my chin and running down her thighs onto the bed. I had heard about this, even saw it on the internet, but until that moment I had never really believed it. I pulled my head back in surprise as she shuddered, fluids spraying out in short bursts, further soaking me. Slowly she collapsed back onto the bed. I slid my hands from beneath her ass as I stared at her pussy, her fluids still dripping from the opening. I looked up at her, her fluids dripping from my face. She smiled at me and started to giggle. "I guess I should have warned you." She said, holding out her arms to me. I slid up her body, leaving a trail of her fluids across her stomach and chest. As our lips met, our tongues diving into each other's mouth, I reached down, frantically peeling my shorts down, allowing my cock to spring free. It immediately slid between her legs, lodging against her soaked pussy. Mom reacted immediately, writhing and twisting as she pushed me to the side and rolled over facing me. Her fingers traced a path across my chest as I grasped at her, trying to pull her to me. She placed her hand against my chest and leaned in, kissing my cheek. "Not yet, David." She whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "I want this to last. I want to take our time." I watched her as she slowly kissed her way down my body, every touch of her lips making me shudder. As her mouth crossed my stomach, her chin brushing against my rigid cock she grabbed my shorts, pulling them off and tossing them to the floor. Her face was directly in front of my cock, and she didn't hesitate, her lips parting as she slowly engulfed my member. I could feel it hit against the back of her mouth, and I nearly came as she forced her head forward, momentarily taking my cock into her throat before sliding back up to lick the head. Her lips gripped at my cock as she slowly moved her head up and down, nearly my entire length sliding in and out of her mouth. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling as she realized what I already knew. My cock was pulsing, ready to explode at any moment. She increased her pace, occasionally allowing the head of my cock to slip into her throat. I was trembling, my toes curling as I struggled to hold out, wanting this to last. I tried staring at the ceiling, counting backwards, anything to distract me, but it was no help. My muscles tightened, and it was too late. The first blast of my cum shot straight into her mouth and she swallowed it without hesitation. Mom released my cock from her mouth just as the second blast exploded, letting it spray across her face. The third blast landed on her tits before she wrapped her lips back around it, draining the last of my cum. My whole body was tingling as I stared at her, watching my cum drip off her cheeks and tits. "Now we're even." She said, her fingers rubbing the cum off her cheeks and sliding into her mouth. She slid up slowly, her body rubbing against mine, smearing my cum across my stomach and chest. Slipping her hands around my neck, she pulled my mouth to hers, her tongue parting my lips. I could taste myself on her tongue. To my surprise, it didn't disgust me, in fact, it excited me. Her tits slid across my chest, the skin slippery with my cum as she explored my mouth with her tongue. I could already feel my cock beginning to harden as she slid over it, the touch of her skin offering a long awaited for promise. She broke off the kiss as her fingers encircled my cock, guiding it to her dripping opening. She looked up at me, smiling as she brushed the head of my cock across her pussy several times before finally allowing it to slip inside. I wanted to take it slow, to watch her expression as I gave her inch after inch, but my hips rammed upward as soon as she released me, driving my cock fully into her in one quick thrust. "Oh god, this is it!' I thought as I felt her pussy struggling to grip my slick cock. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip as her hips slowly began to gyrate. I had watched enough porn to know I should be slamming into her for all I was worth, but all I wanted to do was stay there, buried fully inside her as she writhed and twisted on my cock. Her hands pressed into my chest as she leaned forward, her tits swaying back and forth inches from my mouth. Pressing down with my heels, I lifted myself up and hunched my back, forcing my cock even deeper as my pelvis ground against her clit. Her writhing and twisting became fevered as she started slamming into me, each thrust accompanied by little gasps of pleasure. I watched her tits as they swayed wildly, her need taking complete control as she lifted herself up until my cock was almost out before thrusting back down, crying out in pleasure as our bodies met with an audible slap. Her fingers dug into my chest, grabbing at me as she thrust hard against me, her body beginning to shake. Her head swayed from side to side as she gasped, struggling to take me in as deep as possible. I could feel her pussy clutching at my cock, the muscles trembling. I knew she was close, and I pressed myself upward, wanting to be as deep as possible when she came. Suddenly she went stiff, her mouth opening as if to cry out as her fluids gushed around my cock. She looked down at me, her hips twitching, her pussy clamping around my cock, trying to hold me fast as her fluids pulsed around me, and down the crack of my ass. Slowly she began to relax, her fingers no longer digging into my chest. I moved slowly, flexing my hips, sliding my cock in and out an inch at a time, as she slowly lowered herself to my chest, her nipples burning holes in my skin. I reached down, grabbing her ass and rolled sideways, my cock still buried deep in her soaking wet pussy. She let out a soft gasp as I rolled on top of her, my cock sliding even deeper into her. I grabbed her legs one at a time lifting it to my shoulders. I pressed into her, my cock seeming to drive even deeper. Her eyes opened wide as stroke by stroke I increased my pace. My balls slapped against her ass noisily as I slammed into her with all my strength. I could feel my cock beginning to pulse and swell with each stroke. The impact of my thrusts drove her into the bed, her tits bouncing wildly with each stroke. My entire being was consumed by the thought of fucking her as I slammed into her with every ounce of strength I had. I could feel her pussy pulsing and trembling, as her fluids began gushing freely. I didn't even pause, my cock ramming into her as deep as I could. "Oh God, Mom!" I shouted out, pressing hard against her as my cock began pulsing and spraying what little I had left. The sensations overwhelmed me, as her cunt massaged my spraying cock, pulling the last bits of cum from me. I collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath as her fingers caressed my back. We stayed like that for some time, my cock slowly shrinking and sliding from her pussy. Finally, I rolled onto my side, my hand draped across her stomach. My fingers began tracing small circles across her tattoo. Suddenly she started laughing, real, gut wrenching laughter. I leaned up, watching her tits jiggle as she laughed. I couldn't resist the temptation to reach out and caress them, my fingers rubbing across her nipples. She rolled toward me, her laughter finally subsiding. Leaning in, she smiled and kissed my cheek. "We better get dressed." She said, her fingers tracing a path down my chest, stopping just short of my cock. I was sitting in the living room pretending to watch television when Shelly walked in. She smiled at me as she tossed her books on the coffee table and flopped down on the couch. I couldn't help but watch her, my mind comparing her to mom. I knew I shouldn't, but I did. "What?" she said, noticing my gaze. "Uhm, nothing. I was just, well I was just admiring you." I replied, not wanting to lie but not wanting to be completely honest. "You're a kook." She laughed slapping my arm playfully. I grabbed her ribs, tickling her. She let out a scream and in seconds we were rolling around on the floor, laughing. I ended up on my back with her sitting astride my stomach. Her skirt had ridden up and I could see her pussy outlined against the thin fabric of her panties. I stared at the sight, my cock responding immediately. She smiled, noticing my stare, then leaned down and kissed my cheek before rolling off me and jumping back on the couch. Just then mom walked in, still dressed in her robe. When she saw Shelly, she quickly tied it shut but not before Shelly noticed. As mom walked into the kitchen, Shelly looked at me questioningly. I didn't know how to respond, but I wasn't going to lie to her. I just nodded nervously. She smiled, and gave me a thumb's up sign, which made me sigh in relief. "I'm going to sit in the hot tub for a while. It's been a hard day." Mom called out, "Anyone want to join me?" Shelly struggled not to giggle, holding her hand over her mouth. When neither of us answered, she called out again. "I've got to get to the library." Shelly said, "My last final is tomorrow and I need some study time." "Me too!" I added, before Shelly could stop me. The truth was, I didn't have any more finals, but I wanted to talk to Shelly. Okay, so maybe talking wasn't exactly all that I had in mind, but it was at least a part of it. She seemed fine with what had happened, but I still wanted to talk to her. "Okay, just don't be too late." Mom said, peeking back into the living room. She had untied her robe and it hung open. I was relieved to see that she had put on her bikini. It hid less than her bra and panties, but somehow made her look more dressed. Still, it was enough to draw my attention. "And could you pick something up for dinner. I just don't have the energy to cook." She added as she spun around and walked outside. We were barely out of the driveway when Shelly turned to me. "Okay, spill it. I want all the details." She said, her hand reaching out to brush my cheek before she turned back and started down the road. The words tumbled out as I started relating what had happened. Shelly interrupted me, her hand reaching out to rest on my thigh. "Slow down. You're rushing through this like you rush through everything. I want to hear every detail." I took several deep breaths and calmed down, as I carefully thought through what had happened. Almost five minutes went by before I finally spoke, the afternoon clearly laid out in my mind. I chose my words carefully, pretending this was another story I was writing rather than something that had actually happened. The difference was subtle, but it was enough. As I got to the part about mom cumming, her fluids practically spraying my face Shelly interrupted me. "You're kidding, right?' She said, momentarily glancing over at me. "Mom, I mean she..." I just nodded, smiling. "That's crazy. I mean, I never thought... It's, well anyway, what did you do? "There wasn't much I could do. I mean, by then, things were too far gone to do anything else. I just went with it, it was, well ..." "Sorry. I mean, I just wasn't expecting that mom was like that. Go ahead, finish." By the time I finished, we were pulling into the library parking lot. Shelly shut off the car and looked over at me, smiling. "You really have a final tomorrow?" she said, her hand sliding across my thigh to caress my now rock hard cock. "No." I admitted, taking a deep breath as her fingers danced along the length of my shaft. "Good, cause I've always wanted to do something." She said, grabbing the keys and climbing out. She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me into the library. She tossed her books down on a table loud enough for the worker to give us a dirty look before pulling me up the stairs and down a narrow corridor between racks of books. We ended up in a dead end alcove practically hidden behind the aisles of books. She turned to me, her hands grabbing at my shirt, pulling me to her. "You just have to promise to keep quiet." She whispered in my ear as her fingers worked at my shorts. In moments she had my cock out. She lifted her skirt and bent down, sliding her panties off and handing them to me. She stepped in close to me, her hands grabbing mine and placing them on her ass. I got the hint immediately, and lifted her up, my cock managing to slide easily between her thighs. It still took a bit of wiggling for her to manage to get things lined up, but when she finally did, I almost cried out as she slid down my cock, her pussy seeming to convulse, the muscles contracting around my shaft. She wrapped her legs around me, grinding herself down onto my cock. The Paper Ch. 02 Burying her head against my shoulder, Shelly tightened her grip around my neck as her hips began to writhe and twist, forcing me deeper into her drenched pussy. To say the least, it was awkward, and I found it almost impossible to effectively move inside her. She didn't seem to mind, her breathing coming in short gasps as she began writhing wildly. Her lips sought mine, as I felt her stiffen, her body shaking. I could feel her trembling, her pussy clenching at my cock as she moaned into my mouth. As her movements became more pronounced I stumbled back, banging into a rack of books, knocking several to the floor. I winced at the sound, but Shelly didn't even react, as she tilted her head back, gasping. I steadied myself, letting her control the pace. Little moans escaped her lips as she hunched against me, her hips writhing and twisting, forcing me to constantly change my grip to avoid dropping her. "Ugh, oh God!" she cried out, her body shaking, her arms pulling me tight. She buried her lips against my neck, as she shook, her orgasm sweeping over her. As she slowly relaxed, her legs dropping to the floor she slipped from my cock, her legs so wobbly she nearly fell. Turning her back to me, she bent over and reached back, her fingers encircling my cock, drawing my forward. I didn't need any more encouragement. I stepped forward, easing my cock into her pussy. I meant to take it slow, to enjoy the sensation, but as soon as my cock brushed past the lips of her pussy she pushed backwards, impaling herself on my shaft. "Oh, God! Fuck me, David." She hissed, as I began sliding in and out, my balls slapping noisily against her. It was all the encouragement I needed, as I slammed into her, my thrusts nearly lifting her off the floor. She grabbed hold of the bookshelf to steady herself, as I pounded into her, each thrust forcing a soft gasp from her lips. I knew this was crazy, but the craziness made it even more exciting. I shoved her skirt up higher, admiring her smooth round ass as I hammered away, each stroke slowly building me toward my own orgasm. I'm not sure if it was the rattle of the bookshelf, the sound of footsteps, or the gasp of surprise that that made me look down the hall just as the librarian stepped into view. "Fuck!" I shouted, releasing Shelly's hips and pulling my cock from her gripping pussy. "Oh shit!" Shelly cried out as she realized what was going on. We both took off running, scrambling past the shocked woman. Shelly's skirt was still hiked up revealing her naked ass, and my cock was swaying back and forth as I ran. At the last second I remembered Shelly's books and grabbed them in mid stride as we dashed by. By the time we reached the car, Shelly was laughing. She had managed to pull her skirt down, but my cock was still sticking out, covered in her juices. There was no sign of the librarian as we jumped into the car and sped away. By then I was laughing as loud as Shelly was. "You're crazy." We both said, our laughter forcing Shelly to pull the car over. The Paper Ch. 03 This chapter of the story deals strictly with Professor Jones. Like the first chapter it contains a good bit of imagination, things the character draws up in their own mind. I am putting these in italics to help clarify that fact. Hopefully they will come through in the final product this time. As a rule, my stories are meant to draw you in, tickle your imagination and make you a part of it. As such, I tend to leave a lot of descriptive details out. Professor Jones could easily be your next door neighbor, or the woman you saw at the grocery store. She might be short, she might be tall, long dark hair or short blonde. She is as real as you want to make her. Please make her as real as you can. My story will reveal her inner self, the reality of what she thinks, what she feels and what she needs. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. Bridget Jones sat at her desk, staring at the pile of papers. She had already skimmed through most of them, and determined very few actually deserved reading. It was one thing to spew out some pornographic images that served as nothing more than male masturbation material. It was quite another to put together a comprehensive story that flowed with real to life characters and a story line that seemed believable. That had been the whole point of using such a difficult subject. Of the twenty-six papers turned in, she judged over half to fall way short of the mark, and not worth a second glance. Of the rest there were maybe ten worth at least skimming through again, and maybe three that she actually would read. She took a sip of her wine, and sat back, staring out the window. Her husband, Mark, was in the back yard working on one of his projects, an old truck that was more rust than it was truck. "Christ, he spends more time with that truck than he does with me." She thought, reaching out and grabbing one of the folders. It wasn't always that way. Their first few years together were filled with sex, sometimes three or four times a day. But that had died off after Kevin was born. At first, she had lost interest, the pressure of raising a child, holding down a full time teaching position as well as working on her master degree ad left little time for anything else. By the time her hectic pace had slowed, and Kevin had grown, Mark no longer had the interest. Oh, they still had sex, once or twice a week, but it was almost mechanical, a short episode of inconvenience in a busy day. She missed the passion, the trembling desire. Pulling her red pencil from behind her ear, she adjusted her glasses to sit more comfortably on her nose before leaning back and opening the folder. It was one of those she had already decided was not worth reading, so she skimmed through it and quickly made some comments as to the general nature of the paper. It was too bad that the student had put so little thought into it. It was obvious the author was disgusted with the subject of bondage, just by the hurried way they rushed through the actual scenes. She and Mark had tried it once. Bondage wasn't her thing, but she saw how some people could find it erotic. Bridget quickly went through those that she had considered not worth reading, making what comments she deemed helpful. By the time she was done, she had finished her wine. After refilling her glass, she settled back into her chair with the three that she deemed worth closer scrutiny. She quickly put a face to each of the authors, as she scanned the pages one more time. All three were on the subject of incest, which didn't surprise her. The subject was probably the best to be able to create real to life characters. It's easy to breathe life into a brother or sister when you already have one. Plus the pitfalls and emotional traps can make such tales truly captivating. What did surprise her however, were the students, in particular, David Wilson. Although his other papers had always been filled with detail, he tended to rush through them, always in a hurry to get from one bit of excitement to another. He never took the time to develop things, to flesh them out. In this one he had devoted three entire paragraphs to removing a bra. Even the few places that he seemed to rush, things melded well, as the characters seemed as rushed as the story did. She knew she could tear it apart grammatically, but that wasn't the point. This was a creative writing project, and she wanted to judge it as such. By the time she started to read the shower scene, Bridget was beginning to feel a part of the story. She paused to take another sip of her wine and realized her glass was empty again. She filled it back up and began reading again. Without thinking, her hand drifted down between her legs, lightly caressing the swell of her womanhood. She felt she knew the woman in the story, felt her torment. The soft click of the door and the gentle rush of cool air told her that she was being watched. She wanted to look over, to see her admirer. She knew who it was, who it had been for weeks. She was afraid, afraid of what might happen, but even more afraid that it might end. She leaned against the wall of the shower, her hands caressing her body, seeking satisfaction she had been denied for so long. She wanted to call out his name, to reassure him, to encourage him, to invite him in. But she was afraid, afraid that he wouldn't, that if she slid back the curtain and invited him in she would break the spell and he would flee. Instead, she just stood there, her fingers shaking as they caressed her flesh. Her admirer, just by his presence, fueled the fire within her, helping build the excitement until her legs trembled, threatening to buckle. She almost called out his name, as her body tensed, her orgasm washing through her. Bridget read through the paper, every scene jumping to vivid life. She knew all of it, had lived through all of it. The quick glances half-caught, the shadow in the doorway watching her as she changed, the lingering hugs that seemed so much more than they should be, it was all real to her. It had been real, so very real. It still was. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. They were standing face to face. Her robe was hanging open, her bra and panties hiding little. She could almost feel the blazing desire within him as he stared at her, sending her own need bursting into flame. He stood there shaking, already a man, but still a frightened little boy. Even his fear mirrored her own. She wanted him, wanted him to want her. She tried to smile, but it felt awkward. She reached out, trying to reassure him as she lifted his hands to her chest. Bridget jumped at the sound of the door opening. Her son, Kevin stood in the doorway. "How's it going?" he asked, standing in the doorway. "Oh, uhm, I'm fine." She replied, quickly pulling her hand away from her groin. "God he looks good." She thought, staring at her son. She knew he'd been peeking at her when she showered. And his casual brushes against her in the kitchen had become more daring lately. Just looking at him had her already moist pussy pulsing with desire. She wondered what he would do if she ... She stood up, and looked over at her son. Watching his reaction she reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. His eyes went wide, but to her relief he didn't bolt out the door. She could see her hand shaking as she held it out to him, urging him to her. Her voice cracked as she whispered his name, trying to encourage him. As their fingers touched she jumped, the feeling almost electric. She knew she should stop this insanity but she couldn't. She pulled his hand to her chest, guiding his fingers to the clasp on the front of her bra. "Are you alright, mom?" Kevin said, staring at his mom as she sat in the chair. "What? Oh, I'm fine." Bridget said, looking up at her son. "Did you need something?" "I just wanted to let you know that I won't be home until late. Calc final is tomorrow, and I'm headed to study group." "Oh, uhm, okay. I guess I'll see you in the morning then." Bridget said. As he turned and walked out, Bridget looked over at her wine glass. It was almost empty again. Picking it up, she drained the contents and refilled it before reopening the paper and continuing reading. It was almost midnight by the time Bridget had gotten through all the papers. At some point, she thought her husband had stopped in to let her know he was going to bed, but she wasn't sure. Not that it mattered, she didn't plan on going to bed any time soon. She stacked the folders up neatly on the corner of her desk then finished the last bit of wine in her glass. She picked up the bottle and was surprised to find it empty. Shaking her head, she put it back down and walked to the living room. She wasn't sure how long she stood at the window staring into the darkness before the bright glare of headlights in the driveway announced that her son was home. It was like lightning striking her as an insane plan unfolded in her mind. She rushed down the hallway and into the bathroom, making sure she left the door partially open. Peeling off her clothes, she stood, waiting to hear the sound of the door opening before turning on the water and stepping into the shower. She left the shower door open just enough so she could just see through the bathroom door into the hallway, or more importantly, so whoever was in the hallway could just see into the shower. Leaning against the shower wall, she closed her eyes, letting the hot water pelt against her skin, helping to build her already skyrocketing arousal. Her pubic hair was cut close and neatly trimmed, becoming almost invisible as the water soaked through it. Her legs were already trembling as she caressed herself, struggling to keep her movements slow and deliberate. She wanted to look out, to see if he was there yet, but she didn't dare. If he was there, if he saw her looking, she might frighten him off. Worse yet would be if he wasn't there, if he wasn't attracted to her at all. She didn't think she could handle that. The sound was faint, barely audible over the sound of the water. She wasn't even sure she heard it, but it didn't matter. She closed her eyes tighter, her mind filling with images. He was there, standing at the door. His cock was out, pulsing angrily as he slowly stroked it. His eyes glued to the scene in front of him. Bridget wanted desperately for him to like what he saw, to want it, to want to be with her. "Oh yes, that's so good." She thought, her mind begging him to move closer. Her fingers took on a life of their own, working feverishly as her shaking legs threatened to give out. She was so close, so close. She just needed him to reach out, to touch her. Just a brief caress would be enough. "Oh, Oh God! Kevin!" She whispered, her need consuming her. She collapsed to the shower floor, realizing too late that the words she had spoken in her mind had actually escaped her lips. The quick footsteps and the door closing softly told her all she needed to know. She nearly burst into tears, as the realization that she had scared him off settled in. It was several minutes before she was able to lift herself up. She closed the shower door and stood underneath the spray, hoping the hot water would wash away the hurt and guilt. Her legs still trembled as she dropped her head, letting the water spray through her hair and run down across her chest. "Who am I kidding?" she thought, shielding her eyes and looking down at her body. She was almost forty-five. Her tits never were big, even after having Kevin. And time and gravity had taken their toll. Her stomach was almost flat, but not the smooth flatness of youth. Her ass, which had always been her best asset had even started to sag, the muscles no longer the toned smoothness of the past. There was nothing left that spoke of her youth, nothing left to attract a young man. Still, he was her son, and she loved him. She needed to fix this, to somehow make it right. She would go to him. She would apologize and try to explain. The sound of the door closing brought her back to reality. "Was it him?" She thought hopefully. "He had second thoughts and returned. He's come for me." She stood with her hand on the faucet, afraid to even breathe. She silently begged him to open the shower, to step in behind her and encircle her in his arms. She would give herself to him, right here, right now, to hell with the consequences. Her heart sank as she saw the shadow pass across the glass door followed moments later by the sound of peeing. "Are you alright?" Mark's voice crashed through the silence. "Uhm, uhm, I'm fine." She managed to choke out, afraid her voice would betray her thoughts. "Okay. I'll be gone for a couple of days. There's a guy in Toledo that has a transmission for the truck. I can get it for five hundred but I have to get it by Wednesday." "Sure." She replied, uncertain whether she should be mad or excited. "When you leaving?" "First thing in the morning. Are you coming to bed soon?" "In a little bit. I still have some papers to grade." "Okay. Could you flush the toilet when you get out?" She didn't respond, as he walked out, leaving the door open when he did. Bridget sat at her desk staring at the folders. She tried to blame them for the horrifying thoughts that had filled her head, but she knew that wasn't the reason. The fact that Kevin had grown into a handsome young man wasn't the reason either. She tried pushing the blame off on her neglecting husband, but that didn't stick. She knew the reason, knew it deep down, and slowly she admitted it. She was afraid, afraid of getting old; afraid of what she had missed, afraid that it was too late. Looking over at the stack of papers she reached out and grabbed one, hoping to distract herself, to get something other than her son to ramble through her mind. She barely made it through the first two paragraphs before tossing it down, disgusted. Closing the paper, she scribbled a note across the front before tossing it aside and picking up another. It was no use. Each paper left her frustrated after the first few paragraphs. There was no passion, no emotion. She might as well have been reading stock reports. She struggled through, forcing herself to concentrate and try to give each report a fair review when all the while all she wanted was to toss them in the rubbish. She kept glancing back at the one David had written, struggling with the desire to open it up, to let it carry her away. Every lousy paper only made the desire burn even stronger until she could no longer help herself. She picked it up, her fingers shaking as she opened it. At first, the awkward sentences distracted her, allowing her to remain objective. Slowly, as the pages flipped by, she found herself inserting her own words when the written ones seemed awkward. Once more, her hand drifted down, caressing between her legs as she was swallowed up by the passion in the story. She scolded herself as she gripped the counter, trying to remain steady. He was her son, and she had no business feeling the way she did. It didn't matter. She couldn't help herself. She tried to stop, to shake the feelings from her head but it did no good. The fact that she had already crossed that line once, and allowed her need to control her was no excuse. She was the mother. It was her job to put an end to it, to stop it now. He didn't say a word as he walked over to her, his muscles rippling with each step. She could see his hardness pressing against his shorts. She knew what he wanted, and she knew she had to find the strength to refuse him, to refuse her own desire. He smiled weakly as he touched her chin, his fingers so delicate she could hardly tell they were there. She needed to stop, to shout for him to leave her be, but her lips wouldn't form the words. His hand slid around her waist. She reached for him, intending to push him away, to explain that what happened was a mistake, a mistake that they couldn't repeat. She had to stop this madness. He leaned in, kissing her neck as his hands slid slowly across her chest, easily unbuttoning her blouse. His hands quickly slipped inside as his mouth caressed her neck. His fingers massaged her breasts, the touch of his skin making her tremble. "You should have worn a bra." She scolded herself, knowing full well why she hadn't. Her blouse fell to the floor as he slowly kissed his way down across her chest. She could feel his fingers fumbling with her shorts. It was her last bastion of defense, and she watched in horror as he slowly slid them down her legs. She couldn't stop him now. She didn't even want to anymore. Bridget knew it was her own fingers, but in her mind it was Kevin's tongue, caressing her clit, gently exploring her opening. She knew it was wrong, she knew she should stop, but she didn't want to. Her legs began to tremble, and she couldn't help herself. Closing her eyes, she pictured Kevin between her legs, his tongue caressing the very depths of her body. It was what she wanted, what she needed, what she was going to have. "Oh God, Kevin." She whispered, as her pussy clenched at her fingers, fluids oozing from her opening. Her legs began to tremble as her fingers took control, stroke by stroke building her need until it consumed her. She collapsed back in the chair, letting the paper fall from her hand. Her desire sated, but still lingering in the back of her mind. She knew what it was she wanted, what it was that would satisfy her, she just didn't dare admit it. Standing up, she slowly made her way to her bedroom, careful not to wake her husband. Bridget woke to the sound of the front door slamming. Rolling onto her side she glanced out the window, just as Mark started his truck and sped out of the driveway. She vaguely remembered him saying something before he left, but she couldn't remember what it was. All she could remember was the dream that had repeated itself seemingly all night. She was about to get up when she heard the sound of the shower turning on. She leaned back, closing her eyes. Images of Kevin flashed through her head, images of him standing in the shower, his hard young body glistening with water. She wondered if he had left the door open for her, like she had for him. She wondered if she had the courage to do what she so desperately wanted him to do. She didn't think about it, or second guess herself. Grabbing her robe, she stood up and slipped it on. She didn't bother to tie it, hoping if things went as planned she wouldn't be wearing it long. Stepping up to the bathroom door, she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Her hand trembled as she reached out and grasped the knob. Time seemed to stand still as she slowly opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. She paused, listening to the sound of the water splashing, the sound seeming to pulse in time to her own heartbeat. She took a step forward, struggling to control her breathing. She looked at the shower, her son's image barely recognizable through the glass. She pushed her robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as she reached out and grabbed the handle. Her mind screamed for her to stop this madness, but the desire burning inside ignored it. Biting her lip she slid the door open and stepped quickly inside, before her common sense could stop her. "You're crazy." She thought to herself, but the images still lingered. She glanced over at the nightstand, thinking of what lay in the top drawer. Before she could change her mind, her hand was reaching into the drawer, pulling out her trusty friend. Adjusting the speed to as low as possible, she kicked back the sheets. The smooth coolness of the vibrator made her shiver as she slowly caressed it across her stomach. She wanted to take her time, to really enjoy it, but she knew Kevin would be out of the shower soon. Closing her eyes, she slowly slid the vibrator downward, her hips bucking involuntarily as it brushed across her opening. Images of Kevin standing in the shower flashed through her head. The Paper Ch. 03 "It isn't what I want, but it will do." She thought as she slowly rubbed the fake cock across her pussy. The sound of the door alerted him and he turned just as she stepped into the shower. He started to shout out in surprise, as he turned, but the words stuck in his throat as he saw her nakedness. His cock immediately sprang to attention, pointing straight at her. She stepped forward, her hands reaching out shakily. She didn't speak, afraid doing so would bring reality crashing down around her. Her fingers encircled her son's cock, trembling as they felt his hardness. Her touch seemed to break the trance and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his body. She guided his cock between her legs, shuddering as it slid along her opening. She squeezed her legs together, holding him in place as she slid up and down his length. Feeling his cock beginning to throb, she reluctantly released her grip and allowed him to spring free. She wanted him to cum, but she wanted him to cum inside her. She turned around slowly, reaching between her legs to grab his cock and guide it to her hungry opening. She heard him grunt, as his hands dropped to her ass and his hips thrust forward. He slid into her easily, his cock filling her completely. She pushed back hard, relishing the feeling of being filled with a hard pulsing cock that was so obviously excited to be inside her. As his orgasm subsided Kevin collapse against the wall of the shower. His head filled with images of his mother standing in the shower having an orgasm as she called out his name. He had been watching her for as long as he could remember, catching glimpses here and there, and even sneaking to the bathroom doorway when she was taking a shower. But last night was different. Last night he had watched her cum, and heard her call out his name as she did. Reaching up he turned off the shower and opened the shower door. Grabbing a towel he dried off and climbed out. Since his mom was still asleep he turned off the lights and stepped into the hallway, his cock still semi-hard. He stood in the hallway for several seconds, staring at the door to his parent's room. He had heard his dad leave, and knew mom was in bed asleep. His cock immediately began to harden as he walked slowly to the door, opening it as quiet as he could. What he saw was far better than he could have hoped, as he stared at his mother on her knees with her ass in the air, a massive vibrator sliding in and out of her dripping cunt. Bridget heard the faint click of the door. It registered somewhere in the back of her mind, screaming that she should stop and cover herself. It was a scream that went unheeded as she thrust and twisted the vibrator inside her aching pussy. Instead of stopping, she actually increased the pace, her need taking complete control. Little gasps of pleasure escaped her lips as she began to tremble, on the verge of an orgasm. She felt the bed shift and she knew what was happening. She didn't dare look back, didn't dare acknowledge his presence. Still, the knowledge of him being there was enough. She cried out, her body writhing and twisting as she came. She felt him touch her ass, his hands soft, and gentle. She let the vibrator slip from her opening and plop to the bed, offering herself to him, wordlessly begging him as she flexed backwards. The bed shifted again and she felt it; his cock, hot and slick, sliding across her pussy. She wiggled her ass, hoping to trap him, hoping to capture him before he could retreat. Suddenly everything lined up and he was inside her, his cock sliding deep into her slick pussy, reaching parts the dildo just couldn't touch. She couldn't help herself, as he slowly began fucking her she glanced back, smiling at him. "Oh god, yes. That's it, baby." She cried out, her back arching as she thrust backwards, impaling herself on his rigid cock. She could feel his fingers gripping her hips as he began thrusting into her, each stroke harder, faster, and more desperate. For her own part Bridget was going mad, her body felt like it was on fire as she arched her back, her hips writhing and twisting against her son's cock. It was more than she could withstand, her whole body began to convulse as she accepted the fact that her son was driving his cock deep into her pussy. She screamed his name, humping back against him as she came, her orgasm overwhelming her. "That was, uhm, I mean, Mom?" Kevin said, as Bridget humped feverishly against him, her pussy clenching at his cock. "Don't stop, baby. Please don't stop." Bridget begged, her ass writhing and twisting, her whole body shaking. Her orgasm had become an almost continuous wave, crashing against her mind, pausing only long enough for her to gain a single breath before crashing over her again. Even in her frenzied state, Bridget could feel his cock beginning to swell and pulse. She knew he was about to cum, and she cried out, encouraging him, begging him to fill her. She never wanted anything so badly in her life. His hands dug into her flesh, holding her fast as he thrust deep into her, his cock pulsing, as he exploded. Her pussy felt like it was on fire as his molten seed filled her. Her whole body began to shake as jet after jet of his steamy seed exploded deep within her. She could feel tears dripping down her cheeks, as she clenched at the bed, not wanting him to stop, not wanting him to slide out. Slowly, her body quit shaking, and she could feel his cock beginning to soften. She kept her face buried in the pillow, savoring every second he was still in her. Finally his hands loosened their grip, and she collapsed to the mattress, her legs too weak to support her weight. He fell down beside her, his hand draped across her back. They stayed like that for several minutes, neither speaking as their breathing slowly returned to normal. She could feel his fingers tracing small circles in her back and she turned to look at him, smiling. "When's your Calc final." She whispered, reaching out to touch his cheek. "Not til eleven." He replied, turning his head and drawing her fingers into his mouth. "Good." She replied, lifting herself up and climbing on top of him.