33 comments/ 1067350 views/ 150 favorites Knowing Mom By: wordmaster It started the day she got a raise. She came home so happy, she wanted to celebrate. After all, it wasn't just the raise, it was her independence she was celebrating. Ever since her divorce, doubt had nibbled at the corners of her mind. Could she make it on her own? Could she earn enough to support herself and her 18-year-old son? Would her ex's parting words prove true, "You're too stupid to ever earn a decent living." Well, she hadn't been too stupid, and now she had a raise, and now, she wanted to celebrate. She opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a big glass. She called in Ricky and poured him a glass too. She wanted to share her good fortune with someone, and her son was handy. Together they sipped wine, laughed, and talked about how to spend the extra cash. Nothing frivolous. It wasn't that much money. She hadn't won the lottery. But the money would pay for a luxury now and then. That made them both happy. Too happy. One bottle led to a second, and by then, neither of them really wanted dinner. They toasted and planned and got more drunk. Until Ricky passed out. She wasn't quite sure when it happened. One moment, he seemed fine, and the next he was slumped in his chair, his body sprawled, his legs sticking out his gym trunks, his mouth slack and open. She knew he had passed out. She had seen that often enough, and it was her job to try and wake him, get him to bed. She grabbed his arm and talked to him, but he wouldn't rouse. He simply sat there inert but still handsome. That was one gift she couldn't deny her ex. His good looks had transferred to his son. The look softened her for a moment, and a pang of regret shot through her. They had had good times. They had had fun. And in bed...well, she had never been disappointed there. Maybe that was the part she missed most. She missed those sweaty sessions between the sheets. Grabbing him, stroking him, holding.... She involuntarily looked at Ricky, at his crotch. Was he endowed like his father? Had that been passed along too? She looked and wondered and fought the urge to check. God, what if he was, what then? Had she been sober, she probably would have laughed and gone to bed, but she wasn't sober. She was full of confidence and wine, and he was passed out. Perhaps she should check him out. Who would ever know? No one. She laughed as she sank to her knees in front of him. If she did this right, he would never even suspect. She pulled open a leg of his trunks and pushed her hand up his thigh. A nice, athletic thigh. She pushed past his boxers and found his penis. Yes, it was much like his father's. She wondered if she could make it hard. She stroked him, lightly, the way she knew his father liked it. She wondered if he could even get it up while passed out. She supposed he could. Didn't men get hard and soft during the night while they slept? Didn't it have a mind of its own? She stroked a bit more, and she was rewarded. She felt it start to expand, which emboldened her. She rubbed a bit harder and squeezed, pulling it down his thigh and toward her. God, it was filling rapidly, getting hard in her hand. She giggled. God, if anyone could see her. She pushed away the thought and pushed up his shorts, exposing the head that was sooo soft and yet hard. She stroked and watched it grow, and she knew he was bigger than his father. Bigger, harder too from what she could tell. And he looked...pretty. She had never really studied a penis before. She supposed it was because most men didn't really want it studied when it was in that state. They wanted to use it. But if they knew how good it looked to women, they would be less insistent on using it and more amenable to letting women stare and study and get aroused by the mere sight. She studied it, and it reminded her of a snake, a white snake in a tutu—god, what a thought that was, like it was some kind of dancer. It was wearing a collar that she touched lightly, running her finger along it. What purpose did that serve? Designed to please a woman, make her want sex more? She supposed everything about it was designed to please a woman, make mating more pleasurable. If it felt good, wouldn't a woman be more receptive? Wouldn't that assure the propagation of the species? Stiff with something to stimulate a woman, yes, that was what it was all about. And this one was full and pink and as hard as she had ever seen one. But despite the hardness, the skin was soft. She could feel his heart beating through the blood pumping through it. She concentrated on it for a moment. His heart was pumping right along, young and strong. What a wonderful thing to have, a young heart and an erection like this. Wow, no wonder the young were envied. She ran a nail over his head and felt it shiver. She thought she might be able to study it for hours, but that would be crazy. No, she had to end her study before he woke or something happened. She didn't want a problem. She leaned forward and kissed the tip, lightly, tenderly. Then, she pulled down his shorts and stood. He slept so peacefully. Her eyes wandered down to the snake in his shorts. She resisted the temptation and went off to her room. But she didn't sleep, not at first. She lay still as the snake vision played across her mind. She found it incredibly stimulating as she supposed she was designed to do. As sleep stole over her, she smiled. In the morning, she found Ricky in his bed, which meant he had awakened during the night. As she woke him, she wondered if he was hard under the covers, half wanting to check. He groaned and moaned, but she woke him anyway and went down for coffee. She was sipping when he walked in, ready for school. With a kiss on her cheek, he was gone, but not before the snake vision flashed in her brain. A vision, she didn't banish right away. Work was work, and despite the stress and her wishes, she found herself reliving the night before at moments. She didn't do it on purpose, but she couldn't help remembering. She remembered how it looked and felt, how she made it hard and ready. She didn't dwell on the images, but she couldn't quite banish them either. Not even at lunch with Denise. Denise was another divorcee, but Denise was different in that she claimed to date very young men. 'Barely legal' was her way of describing them. She said they had huge advantages over older men. They got hard easily, had great stamina, and loved sex. If they came too quickly, well, that was a hazard that could be overcome by making them do it twice. They recovered quickly. Also, she said that if she could give them their first blow job, she owned them. They would do anything for the second one. While Denise described her latest conquest, Lori thought about the snake. Were young men really so good? She didn't know, and more than likely she would never find out. After work, she called home. Ricky was going to a party with his friend Todd, so Lori decided to go to a movie with Denise. After, they stopped for a drink, and Denise flirted with the young waiter. Lori was a bit put off, but Denise was in her element, half seducing the young man. He was cute and maybe in good shape, but he certainly wasn't buff like Ricky. Lori was willing to bet he wasn't hung like Ricky either. Why did that vision keep inserting itself into her mind? Why was she dwelling on it? She wasn't. At least she told herself she wasn't. A message waited for her at home. Ricky was staying the night with Todd. She brushed her teeth, slipped into bed and entertained the snake vision for only a moment before she went to sleep. Saturday meant laundry, which she started with the usual lack of enthusiasm. While sorting, she came across the shorts Ricky had worn the night she touched him, and by chance she noticed a stain, a stain she recognized. Every wife knew that stain, that male stain. It was as clear as day. Ricky had had a dream, and the dream had led to ejaculation, and this was the result. She couldn't help but wonder if she had had anything to do with it. Had her handling him caused the dream? Or was it the wine? She wondered, and as she wondered the vision invaded her mind. With the vision came a wave of heat. The idea that she had caused him to...well, the idea floated her boat as the kids liked to say. With a last look, she tossed the shorts into the washer. Did she possess that kind of power? After laundry, she went outside to work in her garden. The work was something she enjoyed, and she was on her hands and knees in the bed when she glanced over her shoulder and found Ricky looking at her. He grinned as if he had just walked up, but she wondered if he had been back there for a bit, looking at her, admiring her ass? Had he? And if he had, why was that exciting too? She drove the thought from her mind as she told him to cut the lawn. He stripped off his shirt as he went to the garage, and she admired his body. Tanning while mowing was his motto. She finished and went inside. As she sipped lemonade, she watched him mow. Back and forth, green grass spewing out, he looked very good to her. The snake vision popped into her mind, the heat rippled. She found herself wondering if she had caused him to dream. Why did she think of that? Shaking her head, she went to fold laundry. She was delivering the laundry when he came out of the shower in nothing but a towel. He scampered into his room but not before she checked out his 'package', a package she was familiar with. She chided herself for even looking, but she couldn't help herself. The vision, it was the vision that drove her. She drove the desire to invade his room and disappeared into her own. How had she managed to be there right when he came out of the shower? Chance? She told herself she hadn't planned it. She half expected him to 'happen' along when she emerged from her shower in her robe, but he wasn't there. She wasn't disappointed. How could she be? That would be crazy. What was she expecting, a peeping son? They met in the kitchen and exchanged plans. He was going to a party with Todd, his friend. She was going out with Denise. They would meet back home later. Fair enough. Lori ended up at a dance place, where Denise fawned over young men and older men plied Lori with drinks. She accepted the drinks, danced a little, and turned down the offers for something more. A few sweaty minutes in the parking lot or with someone with beer breath wasn't her idea of a 'good time'. A couple of them rubbed their hips on her, and once she detected an erection, and she found herself comparing it to Ricky's. Not even close. Ricky was so much bigger and harder. The vision filled her head even as she danced. Denise picked up a likely young man, a kid in Lori's eyes, which gave Lori a reason to go home early. The place held nothing she wanted. Home was actually welcome as she tossed her keys on the table. Why did she let Denise drag her to places where the footwear of choice were cowboy boots? She laughed and poured herself a glass of wine, and was halfway through it before Ricky hobbled in. Todd supported him, and pain filled Ricky's face. "Ankle," Ricky said as he hopped past, straight to his room. She followed and watched Todd help Ricky into bed. He moaned as Todd jammed a pillow under the offending ankle. Then, with a guilty smile, Todd vanished, leaving Ricky to tell the tale. They had been playing pickup basketball, and Ricky had been showing off, dunking the ball. He came down on someone's foot, and the ankle folded. No one's fault, just happened. Todd had wrapped the ankle and given him some ibuprofen, but it still throbbed. But nothing to worry about really, just a bad sprain. She retrieved a bag of ice and the pain killer she had taken when she broke her foot the year before. The prescription called for a single pill, but he wanted two. He was bigger he argued. Besides, he needed sleep. She acquiesced and watched him down the pills. He was wearing baggy gym shorts, and she half peeked up his thigh. Was the snake up there? Shaking the thought from her mind, she patted him on the head and left. What a night. First a bunch of loser cowboys and now an ankle. She watched TV for an hour before she checked on him. The ice bag had fallen to the side, and his ankle had slipped off the pillow, but he was asleep, so asleep he didn't make a sound or move when she lifted his ankle for replace the pillow. So asleep he didn't flinch when she ran her hand up his leg. So asleep, he didn't stir when she slipped her fingers beneath his shorts. So asleep, he didn't quiver when her fingers found the snake. More bold than before, she pushed up his shorts and had him aroused in what seemed moments. And just as before, she found herself staring at him, at his size, at his stiffness. What a wonderful erection he had. She stroked and felt and squeezed. She touched that sensitive place underneath the collar or tutu as she liked to call it. She rubbed it with her palm and rubbed her fingers across the top, across the hole. For some reason, it felt wonderful to handle him, to touch and feel and use. Why was that? He was her son for crying out loud, why did she like touching him? Because he was a man. That simple truth struck her full in the psyche. She was programmed to like men, all men, all stiff erections that could impregnate her. Her genes were the reason and the cause. She couldn't help it. There was nothing taboo about her DNA, just her thoughts. She would like handling all men, all sperm making machines. But she especially loved this one. This was the nicest one she had ever seen. Big, straight, as hard as steel, it teased her in a way she couldn't explain. She wanted it, wanted in ways a mom shouldn't think about. And that caused her to pull down his shorts and hide the snake but not before she took the tip in her mouth and sucked just a bit. The desire to do more raced through her, but she stopped herself. A last lick and down with the shorts and out the door before she could no longer control herself. That night, she masturbated for the first time in a long time. She closed her eyes and envisioned the snake and rubbed herself until an orgasm rippled through her. It felt soooo good, and it was because of the snake. She loved the moistness between her legs and licked her lips and fell asleep. Sunday was a slow day. She woke, fixed coffee and breakfast and served Ricky in his room. She unwrapped his ankle to check the swelling, and she wondered about the other swelling he had. She wondered if he had had another wet dream. She was half tempted to chase the snake in its lair, but she couldn't find the nerve. Instead, she rewrapped his bruised ankle and left before the wave of heat caused her to do something really dumb. The rest of the day, she did some chores, left to shop for groceries and generally took care of Ricky. He couldn't really put any weight on his foot, so he watched TV in his room. She avoided him for the most part. The snake vision appeared every time she was near, and she didn't need that distraction. Twice she helped him into the bathroom. Arm around his waist, supporting him, she wondered if she could cop a feel somehow. She considered offering to hold if for him while he went. Here, dear, let me point that thing. She almost laughed at the idea, perhaps would have laughed had not the vision popped into her head. She wouldn't be aiming just him, she would be aiming the snake. Luckily, Ricky could handle that chore on his own. After dinner, she asked if he wanted something for pain, and he said he would take one, which left her with a dilemma. Two pills had knocked him out completely. Would one? She debated for a moment before she emptied a single capsule into a dish of ice cream. The other she gave him with water. Then, as he gobbled the ice cream, she went to the family room to wait. The next hour passed very slowly for her. She tried TV and reading, but every few seconds her mind focused in on the vision, and she found herself wondering if he was asleep yet. She tried to keep her anxiety in place, but it wasn't easy. Something inside her had changed, and she wasn't as cool as before. At the end of an hour, she tiptoed down the hall and peeked. He was asleep. She didn't presume he was ready for her manipulations, so she tried to wake him. He was sound asleep, under the influence of drugs, and that brought a smile to her face. With familiar speed, she reached up his shorts to coax out the snake. She felt bold and breathless as she stroked him to hardness. She pulled it out as far as possible and played with it afresh, touching and stroking and pulling and squeezing. The snake in a tutu looked delicious to her. She didn't care how or why, just that it did. She liked it, loved it, felt warm and tingly with it. With a sudden thought, she pulled up her shirt and exposed her breast. Delicately, she rubbed the snake across her nipple, and it made her shiver. She let the snake feast on her breast, touching it everywhere, teasing the nipple until it was as hard as the snake itself. She had always wanted to do that with a man, but no man had ever allowed her such freedom. No man had ever managed to hold off long enough to let her play. It was all business with them, not the stuff of fantasy. Her nipple ached and her body burned as she took him in her mouth. Where she had been timid the other times, this time, she pleased herself on him. Sucking, licking, taking him deep, she used the snake over and over. She loved the steady pulse of blood along it, how it filled her mouth, how it made her want more. She liked the feel of the skin on her tongue, the tutu on her lips, the texture when she nibbled. This was exactly how she wished she had been introduced to sex, to men. She would have loved to have had one to experiment with, to practice on, to explore at her leisure. Because having it this way was better than any way she had ever tried. Being able to gnaw him to her content proved more stimulating than anything. She glanced over and stopped. The window reflected a woman, and Lori hardly recognized herself. The woman in the glass with one bare breast and protruding nipple wantonly sucked a large male member, and she had the disheveled look of a hussy, a woman in need of what the member had to offer. That woman, what would anyone say if they saw that woman, that mother doing this to her son? What sort of creature had she become? She was shocked. Lust had transformed her into the woman in the glass, into the woman in need, the woman full of desire. Was that really her? Was she really doing this to Ricky? What had she become? She started to pull away, and at that moment, he began to shoot. She shouldn't have been surprised, but she was. Hot, thick man syrup was pumping into her mouth, stopping her for a moment. But just a moment. Forgetting the woman in the glass, she sucked hard and pumped with her hand and took every drop of jism he possessed. She held him till the snake stopped spitting, till it began to shrivel into a worm. She held him till she was certain he had no more, and then with triumph, she swallowed. He couldn't see, he would never know, but she did, and she liked it. She loved it. She couldn't remember a better completion to the act. Damn, it was the hottest thing she had ever allowed herself to experience. Trembling, she returned the shriveled snake to its and den, adjusted herself, and slid off the bed. She wasn't sure she could walk, but she managed. She drifted down the hall to her room where she opened a bureau drawer and fished in the back where her fingers found an old vibrator she had bought when first divorced. It hadn't brought the kind of satisfaction she had needed, and even now, it wouldn't work. It needed new batteries. But she didn't care. She stripped naked and lowered herself to the bed and then she used the vibrator as she had wanted to use the snake. Knowing Ricky slept, she moaned and called out his name and rode the vibrator until perspiration coated her skin. Eyes closed, picturing the snake, she worked and worked until the orgasm exploded inside her. And as soon as it subsided, she went back to work until a second one nipped on the heels of the first. It felt so good. Not as good as real but good. Knowing Mom At lunch the next day, Denise crowed about her latest conquest, a 20 year old she had picked up at a coffee shop. She made him lick her till she came and then sucked him off. The thing was he didn't look 20; he looked more like 17 which was a real turn on. He looked younger than Ricky. As Denise spoke, Lori pictured Ricky, that wonderful erection that she had used. Ricky was so much better than the boys Denise encountered. Denise laughed and asked if Lori were ill, as her cheeks were flushed. Lori demurred, unable to tell Denise the real source of her blush. If she only knew. When she reached home, Ricky was hobbling around the house, and it was clear he wouldn't be taking any pain medication that night. When she asked how he slept, he gave her a sardonic grin. He had slept well, but his dreams were weird. How weird? He wouldn't say, but he blamed the drugs. Another reason not to take anything before bed. She considered drugging him again, but that seemed too extreme. Pain medication for his ankle was one thing. Pain medication to reduce him to her plaything was quite another. She had to draw a line somewhere. After dinner, she busied herself with housework, something to keep her mind from dwelling on the snake in a tutu, anything to keep her mind from dwelling. When he kissed her good night, her body shivered. She could have reached out and touched that with which she was now familiar. But she didn't. She held together. And later, when she went to bed, she replaced the batteries in the vibrator. While it didn't bring the satisfaction of the night before, it allowed her to close her eyes and relive her charming of the cobra. That's how she saw it, charming the cobra. The vision stuck with her over the next week. While not on her mind constantly, it popped to the front at odd moments. During work, at lunch with Denise, Lori would be perfectly attuned to what was going on, until the vision burst into her consciousness. She would feel a rush, a wave of heat, a desire she thought she had left behind years before. She always managed to tamp down the memory, but she couldn't erase it. The snake lived in her mind now. She couldn't eradicate it. And she found herself sneaking peeks at Ricky. When he emerged from a shower, at night lying on the couch, in the morning when she woke him, she always managed to check the 'snake', to see if it was alive and well. She told herself she didn't do in on purpose, that she just happened along, but she knew that was a lie. Part of her planned the encounters all along. Part of her wanted to find a way to put him asleep and duplicate what she had done before. Yet, she couldn't find a way. She couldn't very well get him drunk every night. She had almost given up on ever playing with the snake again when she came upon the computer file. She wanted to send an email to a friend, and when she tapped a key, the virus checker said she had an infected file. Did she want to delete it? Well, she did, but not before she read the file and determined what she was deleting. So, she opened the file and found a chat log, a file of online messaging. Pretty dull stuff, she thought, until she saw the screen names—SONSTROKE and SUBMOM. What was that all about? She started reading, and her eyes widened. The log was a record of the online chat between SONSTROKE and SUBMOM, and the topic wasn't a medical condition or submarines. What these two talked about was incest, mother-son incest, and it wasn't just idle chat. This was obviously role play where SONSTROKE played the dominant son while SUBMOM played a passive mother. And what they described was sex in a way Lori had never dreamed of. What SUBMOM said she wanted done to her, and what SONSTROKE was willing to do constituted visions Lori had only heard about. The graphic descriptions sizzled on the screen as both SONSTROKE and SUBMOM responded to the play. Lori could almost hear the grunts and moans and screams as they took their sexual encounter higher and higher. It was as if she were peeping through a window at these two, until they both claimed an orgasm. What did that mean? Could they really masturbate while they chatted online? Was that possible? Lori licked her lips and read to the end, the really interesting part. At the end, SONSTROKE and SUBMOM chatted about themselves. SONSTROKE claimed he was 18 and secretly lusted for his mom, who he thought was very sexy. Since he could never approach her, he played online with surrogate moms. SUBMOM told him to test the water. Did he peek, did he let his mom see him with an erection, did he flirt, did he touch and hug? If he was serious, he would try all those things, because maybe, just maybe, his mom thought about him too. Lori pushed back from the computer, blown away by what she had read. Was SONSTROKE her son, Ricky? Did he secretly lust for her? Did he get off online with women who held like fantasies? A vision invaded her mind. She pictured Ricky in front of the computer, naked, stroking himself for the woman on the other side of the electronic divide. She could see him jerking off while he chatted with SUBMOM and others like her, while he dreamed it was his own mom he was using. She shook the vision from her mind. What did it mean? She deleted the file. She didn't want a virus or Ricky to know about it. If it was Ricky, then... She retreated to the kitchen and a glass of wine. Over Merlot, she pondered her newfound knowledge. Did her son really desire her? Or was he playing some kind of game on the computer? First, was he SONSTROKE? Was the chat session really him? Could it be someone else? How could she know? How could she tell? And even if it was him, was he lying or telling the truth? What, if anything, was true about the chat log? Could it be some kind of imaginative role play? A joke? A way to get off? What? And how could she know? She pondered the problem even in bed while she used her vibrator. The next day, she stayed late at work. Alone after everyone else had left, even Denise, Lori logged onto the network with trembling fingers. She would be KNOWINGMOM online. Once online, she began to search for SONSTROKE. She found him in a chat room titled CHATTING UP MOM. She stared at the screen a moment before she sent a message. Her heart pounded in her chest. Would he answer? If he did, then what? While she waited, she dialed her home phone. It rang and rang and rang and rang without the answering machine cutting in. That meant someone was using the phone line, generally that meant Ricky was online. It had happened before. Was he online as SONSTROKE? She shivered with anticipation. The screen lit up. SONSTROKE: Hi, I'm Ricky, 18 m. She swallowed hard and typed back. KNOWINGMOM: Hi, I'm Denise, 38 divorced f. SONSTROKE: have kids? KNOWINGMOM: One, 18 son. SONSTROKE: hi, mom, I'm 18 too. Is he good looking? KNOWINGMOM: Very. Smart too. SONSTROKE: Aren't we all...lol. Are you good looking? KNOWINGMOM: I think so. SONSTROKE: Does he? KNOWINGMOM: I don't know. He never tells me. SONSTROKE: I bet he thinks you are, but he's scared to say anything. KNOWINGMOM: Why would he be scared? SONSTROKE: he can't very well tell her he has the hots for her. KNOWINGMOM: Is that what you have, the hots for you mom? SONSTROKE: Yessssssssssssss KNOWINGMOM: And did you tell her? SONSTROKE: No...lol...I'm like your son. I can't say anything. KNOWINGMOM: Do you think she wants you? SONSTROKE: Not a chance. She barely looks at me. KNOWINGMOM: You can't know till you ask. SONSTROKE: I know. Have you peeked at your son? KNOWINGMOM: No, not really. SONSTROKE: Going to? KNOWINGMOM: Maybe if he peeks at me. SONSTROKE: lol I hear you. I peek sometimes, but she doesn't know. KNOWINGMOM: Really? How do you manage that? SONSTROKE: She doesn't know it, but when she comes out of the shower, she passes the mirror. From the hall, I have a perfect view for a second or two. KNOWINGMOM: You're inventive. SONSTROKE: Yeah, I peek then, I go jerk off. She really turns me on. KNOWINGMOM: Really? SONSTROKE: Yesssssssss. The other day, I came home and found her outside, working in the flower bed. I stood behind and just watched her ass. I wanted to come up behind her, pull down her shorts and do her right there. KNOWINGMOM: Oh my. Lori pushed back from the computer. She remembered working in the flower bed, glancing over her shoulder, spotting him. Had he been standing there wanting sex with her? SONSTROKE: Does your son want you like that? KNOWINGMOM: I have no idea. SONSTROKE: Bet he does. And you want him. KNOWINGMOM: How do you know that? SONSTROKE: You wouldn't be chatting with me if you didn't. lol KNOWINGMOM: And you wouldn't be chatting if you didn't want your mother? SONSTROKE: Touche. I get hard just thinking about her. KNOWINGMOM: What turns you on about her? SONSTROKE: Everything. Nice tits, wonderful ass, sense of humor. I think she would be dynamite in bed. KNOWINGMOM: Would you be? SONSTROKE: I hope so. KNOWINGMOM: What would you like done to you? SONSTROKE: I have this fantasy. I'm in the hall, peeping. She comes out of the shower, and this time, she's not in her robe or a towel. This time, she's naked, still wet. She stands where I can see her and she pinches her nipples, rubs between her legs. She closes her eyes and whispers my name. Then, she looks in the mirror, and suddenly, I know she can see me, my hard cock in my hands. She smiles and waves me into her bedroom. Lori watched the words stream across the screen, and each passing second seemed to make her hotter, sexier. She unbuttoned her blouse and reached inside to feel her breast through her bra. Something about this felt more true than true, something played on her desire. SONSTROKE: She kisses me and pushes me to my knees in front of her. Then, she moves forward and orders me to lick her. I do what she says. I take her and spread her and lick while she stands over me. She tells me exactly where and how to lick or suck or nibble, whatever she wants. She grabs my head and holds me very still while she grinds against my face. All the while, she moans and orders and moves, slowly at first. She's so wet, she coats my face with juice, which makes me harder than ever. I can feel my erection bobbing in front of me, but she won't allow me to touch it. The words mesmerized Lori. As she massaged herself, she stared and wondered how SONSTROKE had ever come up with such a detailed fantasy. He was describing the act in such detail she wondered if he had ever really done it. It was so good it turned her on, making her squirm in her chair. She could almost feel that tongue, that face, that thrill. She could almost see herself using him as he described. She could feel the tingle between her thighs. KNOWINGMOM: Go on. SONSTROKE: I know I'm not supposed to be doing this to my mom, but she wants it, and I want it, and it's there. She keeps telling me what a good son I am, what a wonderful son with a clever tongue, a son who knows how to please his mother. My erection throbs and quivers even as she keeps using my tongue. Her voice catches as she keeps moving against me, pushing herself on me, pushing me ever deeper. I do exactly as she tells me, down to every lick and nibble. I can feel her getting hotter and hotter. She begins to pump herself on my face, panting and urging, until she gushes, shooting juice all over me. I do nothing but let her cum, moaning all the time. The words stopped, and Lori took a deep breath. KNOWINGMOM: That's quite a fantasy. SONSTROKE: Like it? KNOWINGMOM: Yesssss SONSTROKE: Want it? KNOWINGMOM: Yes SONSTROKE: I bet your son does too. KNOWINGMOM: You think so? SONSTROKE: Who wouldn't? LOL KNOWINGMOM: And do you plan to tell your mother about these fantasies? SONSTROKE: Maybe when I'm 60. Then, we can both laugh. KNOWINGMOM: lol That would be funny. SONSTROKE: What would you like to do to your son? KNOWINGMOM: I think I'll save that for next time. SONSTROKE: There'll be a next time? KNOWINGMOM: Don't you want one? SONSTROKE: Yessssss I love sitting here naked and chatting. Makes me hard. KNOWINGMOM: As hard as watching mom in the mirror? SONSTROKE: Nothing makes me that hard. lol I have to go. Mom should be home soon. KNOWINGMOM: She's lucky to have such a loving son. SONSTROKE: If she only knew. Bye With that he was gone. Lori looked at the screen and quivered. What had she done? More, what had Ricky done? If it was Ricky, how could things ever be the same between them? Who was she kidding. Things were never going to be the same after she met the snake. She knew that. That desire wouldn't go away. The snake had her, possessed her to the point where she was doing cyber chat with a kid, maybe her own son! How had she ever managed to get this far into the morass? When Lori reached home, she found Ricky in his room, reading. She asked him if he had been on the computer since she had tried to call. He said he had a little bit, but Todd had been on much longer. Todd? He needed to do some research. As Lori fixed dinner, she considered what she knew. Had Todd been online as SONSTROKE, or was it Ricky? Or had neither been online as SONSTROKE? And if it had been Ricky, did that really mean he wanted his mom? Or was it all some elaborate game to make lonely older women feel wanted? Was that it, some kind of perverse bait and switch game? What did she really know? Not much. She knew someone had chatted with her and turned her on in a way she hadn't known before. But as to whom that person was, she couldn't say. Worse, did she have any sure method of finding out? Before she did something she would regret for the rest of her life, she had to make certain the person at the other computer was who she thought it was. But how to do that? That was the rub. At dinner, she tried to engage Ricky in chat, but while he answered her questions, he didn't offer much. It wasn't that he was guarded, more that he simply didn't lead the conversation anywhere. She asked about school and sports and girlfriends, but nothing put him in a loquacious mood. She couldn't very well ask about SONSTROKE or the snake. So, they made small talk. After dinner and clean up, she went to take a shower. Dressed in a robe, she watched the mirror as she passed, and sure enough, at one point she could see into the hall. But he wasn't there. The hall was empty, and she wasn't sure if she was sad or happy about that. As she prepared for bed, she tried to dream up a way to determine if he was SONSTROKE or had any interest in her. How could she do that? She fell asleep still wondering. The problem bugged her at work the next day, and by lunch time, she was no closer to a solution. She met Denise who inadvertently provided an answer. Lori was half listening to Denise at lunch, but her attention jumped up a notch when Denise outlined how she discovered the identity of the person she was online with. We trade pictures, Denise said. Oh, I don't send him a real pic of me. I get one off the net and send it. Then, we arrange to meet, and if he matches his pic, I introduce myself. If not, I run. Denise laughed, you can't be too careful. Oh, I send him a pic that's not as pretty as me so he won't be disappointed if we meet. Lori listened, wondering if she could follow Denise's lead. As long as she didn't provide her own picture, wasn't it worth an effort? She stayed late again that night, long after everyone went home. She logged onto the net again, using her newfound name. She looked for SONSTROKE, but he wasn't there at first. Which was good. It gave her time to jump around the net, looking for a suitable picture she could include in email. She had found something when SONSTROKE: sent her a message. SONSTROKE: busy? KNOWINGMOM: Not really. SONSTROKE: Want to play? KNOWINGMOM: What did you have in mind? SONSTROKE: How about your favorite fantasy. KNOWINGMOM: I'm afraid I'd bore you. SONSTROKE: I doubt that. C'mon, tell me. She hesitated a moment. KNOWINGMOM: I like to know who I'm chatting with. Do you have a pic? She waited for the reply which wasn't instantaneous. SONSTROKE: It's generally a bad idea to send out your pic on the net, but I trust you. Hold on. KNOWINGMOM: Holding. Her heart began to pound inside her chest as she waited for the email. Would he really send a pic, and if he did, would it be Ricky? And if it was, did that mean? She couldn't keep her mind from leaping to conclusion after conclusion. What if, what if, what if... The mail icon flashed on her screen, and she hesitated. Did she really want to know? Of course, she did. She opened the mail, and the face smiling at her was...unfamiliar. Her smile disappeared. Her heart stopped pounding. Certainly, the young man on the screen was good looking, but he wasn't as handsome as Ricky. And he was a complete stranger. SONSTROKE: Like the pic? KNOWINGMOM: You're a handsome young man. SONSTROKE: Thanks, mom. And that's not my best feature. LOL KNOWINGMOM: I'm sure. SONSTROKE: So, you going to share your pic? KNOWINGMOM: Hold on. She inserted the stolen picture into an email and sent it on its electronic way. Perhaps he wouldn't like the pic and would log off. Perhaps he wouldn't want to play. Yet, a part of her wanted to play, even if it wasn't Ricky on the other end. Part of her liked the idea of fantasizing about young men, especially if they wanted their mothers. She wasn't sure why that made her fingers twitch, but it did. SONSTROKE: Hey, nice pic. You're quite the mom. KNOWINGMOM: Thanks. I'm glad you like. SONSTROKE: You mind if I cum all over my screen? LOL KNOWINGMOM: Be my guest. Does it really turn you on? SONSTROKE: Really, but tell me your favorite fantasy while I look into your eyes. KNOWINGMOM: You're quite the charmer. SONSTROKE: I know what I like. KNOWINGMOM: I have this fantasy. It's Friday night and I'm home with my son. We're celebrating something, doesn't matter what. We're sipping wine, and I indulge him even if he's underage. But he's not accustomed to the wine, and he drinks a bit too much. He passes out in his chair. SONSTROKE: go on. KNOWINGMOM: I try to wake him, but he's out. I can't move him as he's too heavy. I'm about to head off to bed when I wonder about his tool. I mean, he's wearing gym shorts, and it's sort of there. I'm not ordinarily so bold, but I've been drinking. It enters my mind that his father was well endowed, and so he might be too. It's a playful thought, a curiosity. I wonder if I can even do anything about it. The wine is a bit too much, so I sink to my knees and reach up his shorts. He's not wearing underwear. SONSTROKE: Lucky boy. KNOWINGMOM: I'm surprised how easy it is to get him aroused, and yes, he is big, even bigger than his father. Before I know it, I've got a big, throbbing member half out of his shorts. I'm surprised and amazed and a bit turned on. What woman doesn't like to handle such a thing. I play with it and stroke it and study it. Most women don't get many opportunities to actually study one of these close up. They're for using, not studying, so this is a unique chance. So, I take my time, use my senses. It's more fun than I supposed, and he's so sound asleep, he doesn't even know. And of course, I have to taste. SONSTROKE: of course. KNOWINGMOM: He tastes good, clean, young. I'm surprised by how aroused I am. I lick and suck and take and feel, and all the time I'm getting hotter and hotter. He's oblivious to everything, which makes it easier in some ways. What would he do if he saw his mother wantonly sucking him? But it's simple now. I can do whatever I like, and I like taking as much of him as I can and doing it over and over. I can feel my body respond. My nipples harden and I grow moist, and I think I could bob up and down on this all night if I wanted. But a pang of guilt rips through me. This isn't the moral thing to do. That's clear. I'm out of bounds here. Even though I'm totally turned on, I start to pull away, and that's when he cums. Knowing Mom SONSTROKE: yessssssssss KNOWINGMOM: It takes me by surprise but only for an instant. As if expecting it, I suck hard and pump and get a mouthful of him. It's hot and salty and sticky and it's more than I've ever had before. I keep at him until he's completely drained, until he starts to soften. Then, I swallow it all, swallow it even though he won't know. Somehow, it's terribly satisfying to swallow it, as if it meets some personal goal. I almost laugh as I replace his tool back inside his shorts. I stand and kiss his cheek, knowing that he'll never know how much pleasure he just gave me. That's OK. It's my secret, and I can use it to do what I will need to do. And from then on, every time I look at him, I'll know what he carries around in his pants...and I'll smile. SONSTROKE: wow, nice fantasy. KNOWINGMOM: Thank you. SONSTROKE: Sure wish I was your son. LOL KNOWINGMOM: You could be. SONSTROKE: Yeah, right. Say, do you ever meet guys from online? She paused. She had never considered the question before. Denise was the only person she knew who had ever met anyone from online. While Denise had had some success—so she said—that didn't mean Lori would have any. Still, it might be fun to meet this young man. She wouldn't have to do anything. She could share a coke and a fantasy or two and leave it at that. KNOWINGMOM: Why not? SONSTROKE: Great. When and where? They arranged to meet at the mall, in front of the record store. While they had photos, each would carry MacDonalds sack, not obvious but still unique. They would meet and chat and if things worked out...well, they wouldn't make plans before they met. She signed off feeling both excited and disappointed. SONSTROKE wasn't Ricky, but he was something, perhaps something she might have some fun with. Or was she beginning to see things as Denise did? She laughed as she walked out the door. Ricky bubbled over dinner, telling her what a great practice he had, and that his ankle wasn't bothering him at all. She listened and asked about school, but all the time, her mind played over the meeting she had agreed to. A pang of buyer's remorse set in. What had she done? What had she agreed to? Despite the obvious thrill it gave her, was it really a smart thing to do? Well, no, not really, but she didn't have to do anything. She could show up, see who SONSTROKE was and call it a day. No harm in that. It was a very public place, so she didn't have that to fear, and she had never used her real name or any other private information. She was safe, as safe as she could be. After dinner, she managed to be passing when Ricky emerged from his shower, and she noticed the 'package'. Despite the towel, a thrill rippled through her. She knew what the towel hid, and she knew she wanted it again. She had not used it so often as to be contemptuous of it. She somehow wished she could dream up a way to put him to sleep every night so she could play with it. That wasn't a responsible attitude, but desire sometimes overcame responsibility. She went to sleep wishing she could sneak into his room and use it for her pleasure. All day at work, Lori's anxiety level heightened. As quitting time drew near and meeting time was minutes away, she fought the urge to chuck the whole enterprise and go straight home. While she thought it stupid to keep going, she wasn't about to chicken out. It might not come off as she wished, but nothing would happen if she didn't show up. That was clear. Still, she didn't want to play the game by the rules. She didn't have a MacDonalds sack, and she didn't park herself in front of the music store. Since she was early, she browsed among the clothes rack in a boutique across from the music store. She wasn't going to be too obvious. As she waited, she cycled opening lines through her head. What would she say to him? What should she say? She hadn't quite worked out a foolproof line when she spotted him—and she wanted to laugh. The teenager with the MacDonalds sack was neither the boy in the picture nor a stranger. It was Todd. She chuckled. With Todd walked Ricky, but Todd had the sack. What a lark. She had been worried, and there was no reason. Todd was SONSTROKE, and although that disappointed her some, it was harmless. She would never do anything with Todd. That was insane. She shook her head and was about to turn for a side exit when Todd handed Ricky the sack. Todd slapped Ricky on the shoulder and moved off, leaving Ricky in front of the music store. Ricky? She gaped. Ricky? Ricky was SONSTROKE? Was that what she was supposed to believe? She stared, trying to read his face. She watched as he looked up and down the concourse, obviously looking for someone, waiting for someone. Was he waiting for KNOWINGMOM, the mom from the internet, a woman with a MacDonalds sack and a desire for teenage boys? Who else could he be waiting for? Her fingers quivered. Her knees felt weak. She clutched the rack to keep from falling. Ricky was SONSTROKE! The knowledge hit her like a hammer. Ricky was the boy with hots for his mom, the boy who dreamed of sex with his mom, the boy who aroused her over the internet. It was crazy, but it was true. Her Ricky, her son, the one she had had fun with when he was incapacitated. That boy wanted her. Oh my, what would she do with that? She didn't answer her own question. Instead, she reeled toward the exit and the escape it provided. She needed time to think. Dinner proved a quiet affair. Lori was preoccupied, and Ricky seemed angry. She didn't ask why. She knew. No one like being stood up. As she rinsed the dishes, she wondered what she was going to do. On one hand, she should be excited. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. On the other hand, she couldn't very well admit she had seduced him online and then jilted him at the mall. And she couldn't just strip naked and walk into his room—or could she? No, no, that would be madness. She would have to have a reason for that sort of behavior. Reasons would lead to all sorts of stories and problems. What to do? She decided to think about it in the shower. Although the shower felt great, it didn't provide any solutions. She emerged in her robe and glanced in the mirror and almost fainted. She glimpsed Ricky in the hall, his penis in his hand, staring at the mirror, at her. She had forgotten that admission, and it floored her. It was exactly as SONSTROKE had said it was. Crazy but true. She passed into her closet and changed into a filmy negligee. She came out and passed the mirror. Yes, he was still in the hall, and he was stroking that erection she knew so intimately. She paused in front of the mirror and rubbed her hands over her breasts. Fully aware that he watched, she rubbed her nipples to make them hard. Then, she bared one breast and tweaked the nipple for him. In the corner of her eye, she watched him jerking off, stroking, rubbing, practically drooling as he worked. She found she didn't need much in the way of touching. Sneaking glances at him furiously at work was more than enough to arouse her. And it wasn't just the sight of him, it was the knowledge that she drove him to this, she pushed him beyond control. She was the fuel for his lust. What woman didn't love the idea of driving a man to self-indulgence? What woman didn't want erections at the mere sight of her? Lori wanted to laugh, but she didn't dare. Instead, she bared her other breast and massaged it, knowing she was pushing Ricky past any point of redemption. It was one thing to accidentally arouse him, it was another to purposefully do it. As perspiration popped out on her forehead, she pinched her nipples hard and moaned. Then, she looked in the mirror. The hall was empty. Disappointment shot through her. Had she done something wrong? She covered herself and tiptoed out into the hall. She paused by the closed door to Ricky's bathroom and listened. Did she hear him panting? Was he completing the job he had started in the hall? She stopped breathing and listened, and yes, she could hear him. He was doing something physical, and it wasn't the tinkle of urine. The fire inside her flared again. She smiled and moved away, secure in the knowledge that he wanted her more than she had ever suspected. What did that do for her? It gave her control. She slipped her robe over her gown and went to the family room. Control was a wonderful thing to have. A few minutes later, Ricky, flushed, grinned his way into the room. She knew why he smiled, but she said nothing. She had another little game she wanted to play. "I was at the mall today," she said. "I saw Todd, but I didn't see you. Were you there?" He hesitated a moment. "Yes, I was there. I didn't see you." "What were you doing there?" "Hanging with Todd." "I wish I had known. You could have picked up a CD for me. There's a music store in the mall, isn't there?" She could see his mind work, wondering. What did she know? What could she know? Nothing, she could know nothing. "Yes," he said. "The music store is at the end, by the boutique." "Now, I remember. So, what did you and Todd do?" "Nothing. Grabbed a burger." "Sure you weren't peeking?" "W...what?" "At the pretty girls that are always there. Sure you weren't trying to find a date?" "Oh, mom, mall bimbos aren't the sort of girls you want to date." "Can I ask you a question about Todd?" "Sure." "Does he sneak peeks at his mother?" The blood drained from Ricky's face. "I...I...what?" "Well, I spoke to his mother, and don't you dare say anything about this, and she thinks he tries to catch her coming out of her shower or something. Is he the kind of boy who would do that?" "I don't know. He never says anything about it." "I mean, it's sort of flattering, but it's a bit disconcerting too. You understand?" He blushed, a deep red blush. "He's never done it while I'm there." "Good. Because we both know what he would do after he peeked, right?" She laughed. "I imagine all you boys do it." "Mom." "It's ok, it's natural. Didn't they teach you about it in health class?" He nodded. "And it's safer than real sex. No diseases or pregnancies, right?" He nodded, fidgeting all the time, which made her feel more powerful than ever. For some reason, she enjoyed his bit of discomfort. "I'll give you a bit of advice. If you're going to do it often, use lotion. You don't want to make it sore." "Yeah, sure." He stood and backed toward the door. "I have some homework. Get you anything while I'm up?" "Up?" She laughed. "No, I don't think so." Panic crossed his face before he fled in full retreat. Lori grinned and wondered what other mischief she might engender. Prior to bed, Lori went to his room. He was under the covers, reading. She sat on the bed and rested a hand on his thigh, and even through the covers, she could feel him tense. She apologized for making him uncomfortable earlier. She knew it was the kind of talk generally reserved for fathers, but since she was his only parent, she had to play both roles. She would feel terrible if she hadn't said anything at all. While she talked, she slowly stroked his thigh, her fingers sliding up and down and up and down, casually, as if she had no idea what she was doing. He said he understood why she had talked the way she did. But he was careful and knowledgeable, and she didn't have to worry. Every time her fingers ran high up his thigh his voice caught just a bit, just a hint. From the corner of her eye, she could see him get hard beneath the cover. Neither one could admit it, but they both knew. She reminded him not to mention anything to Todd about her conversation with Todd's mother. That wasn't something to share. He promised to keep mum, even as he hardened, and her fingers traveled up and down his thigh. Even as his eyes found the cleavage she had purposefully let show through the robe. Oh yes, he was eyeing her, ogling her and trying not to show it. She was baiting him, and he didn't know it, but he responded anyway, like the man he was. She had half a mind to keep her fingers going and outline his erection, but she thought better of it. Not now, not yet. There would be time for that. After another minute, she stood up and left. A moment later, she peeked in, and his hands were under his covers. She knew what he was doing—for the second time. Later, she found Mr. Vibrator and had a go of it herself. At work the next day, Lori tried hard to concentrate, but the events of the past few days distracted her. Who wouldn't be distracted? Still, she managed to push most of it out of her head until everyone had left and she was able to log into the net. She was looking for SONSTROKE and she found him quickly. SONSTROKE: What happened to you yesterday? KNOWINGMOM: Chickened out. Sorry. SONSTROKE: thought so. No big deal really. KNOWINGMOM: Perhaps another time. SONSTROKE: That would be nice. Have you caught your son jerking off yet? KNOWINGMOM: Yes, but he doesn't know it. SONSTROKE: Cool. Did it turn you on? KNOWINGMOM: Oh, yes. But it's your turn for a fantasy. SONSTROKE: You like getting turned on by mom-son fantasies? KNOWINGMOM: Let's just say I enjoy the idea. SONSTROKE: Me too. OK, let's see. Here is one I really like. She unbuttoned her blouse and reached in to touch her breast. She was damn happy to be alone. If anyone should catch her...well, that wasn't a thought she wanted to entertain. SONSTROKE: It's night, late, my mom is asleep. She wears this sexy nightie to bed. I sneak into her room, and I stand by the bed, staring at her. She looks hot in her nightie. So, I take it out and start to play with myself. I like looking at her, thinking about what I could do if I was in bed with her. I look at her tits and want to suck. I look at her hips and want sex. It makes me very hard, so hard, I can hardly hold onto it. KNOWINGMOM: Go on. SONSTROKE: I'm throbbing so I move closer and closer, until the tip almost touches her lips. KNOWINGMOM: Oh my. SONSTROKE: She's still asleep, maybe from the wine she drank. So, I lightly, ever so lightly rub the tip across her lips. It's almost too light for her to even feel. My heart is pounding, and I'm so big and ready, and I just brush her lips. Her tongue comes out to lick her lips, and that makes me harder than ever. I want her to lick me with that tongue. So I brush her lips again, and my balls ache. Lori read the screen and pinched her nipple. Had Ricky ever really done that? Had he sneaked into her room and let his erection play across her lips? The idea made her moist with desire. SONSTROKE: I'm so turned on I can hardly control myself. But I'm committed. So, I do it again, and this time she opens her mouth just a little, just a tad, and I can't resist. I push it against her lips, and she begins to suck. Not much, not hard, more like a baby sucking its thumb. She's got the tip on her lips, and she's sucking automatically. It drives me wild, but I can't do more. I want to do her mouth right then, but I can't. All I can do is let her suck the tip like a baby. KNOWINGMOM: I can taste it. SONSTROKE: Yessssssss. It's very erotic and I'm quivering with need. All the energy trying to get out, and all that's happening is a bit of suck at the very end. So small, so gentle, I want to force her open and ram it inside. I want to do it hard and long and powerful, but I can't. It's painful to try and keep in check, but I manage. She doesn't know, doesn't even feel. She doesn't know how close she is to being forced to take it, forced to feel my juice run down her throat. Desire and need and power race through me. I could take her right then, bend her to my will, spread her with my strength. KNOWINGMOM: The ultimate self-control. SONSTROKE: Pre-cum slips out, and she slurps it automatically. Not much, not enough to wake her, just enough to make me mad with lust. This is contrary to the nature of sex which is hard and long and deep. I hold it there, letting her suck until I can't stand it any more. Until I'm already starting to shoot. I pull away and pump white semen through the dark, ghost sperm that fly away from her and me. I bite my lip to keep from moaning and pump myself dry. Still looking at her, still wanting all of her, I drain myself. KNOWINGMOM: Wow, have you really done that? Lori watched the screen. Her nipples ached with need, and her mouth felt dry. What would he say? Had he ever done that to her? Was he telling her a fantasy or a memory? SONSTROKE: No, never, but I want to. KNOWINGMOM: And if she woke up and started sucking you? SONSTROKE: That would be wonderful. KNOWINGMOM: And if she woke up and asked what the hell you were doing? SONSTROKE: That would be very bad. LOL KNOWINGMOM: Worth the risk? SONSTROKE: I don't know. Part of me wants to try it, and part says to be careful. KNOWINGMOM: I bet. Time to go. SONSTROKE: Next time, it's your turn. KNOWINGMOM: You bet. She logged off and buttoned her blouse, wondering the whole time what she might do if she felt his shaft brush her lips in the middle of the night? What would she do? Lori hadn't been home thirty minutes before Todd's mother arrived. Marie was a year or two older and a bit frumpish, but her smile was genuine. Lori was a bit surprised, especially after her talk with Ricky. Had Ricky told Todd after all? Lori tried to think of a quick excuse as they settled in the family room. Would she have to say that Ricky was imagining things? "I don't know how to say this," Marie started. "We've been friends a long time." "Through thick and thin," Lori answered. "Even through divorce and death." "I still miss him. I thought the grief would go away, but it doesn't." "Time, Marie, give it time." "Yes, well, I hope so, but that's not why I'm here. I need some advice." Lori waited. If she had to lie, she would wait as long as possible. "This is so hard. I thought it would be easy, but it's not. Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "Does Ricky peek at you?" Stunned, Lori couldn't answer. Did Marie know something? Had someone been talking? Did Todd know what Ricky did in the hall? "You see," Marie continued, "Todd peeks. Oh, it's nothing obvious or blatant, but he peeks. You know, you're coming out of the shower in a towel or robe, and he's there. Or you're undressing, down to bra and panties, and he bursts in. Or you're doing the dishes at the sink, and you glance over your shoulder, and he's staring at your butt. Does Ricky do those things?" Lori shook her head. "Not that I know of." "I mean, I know teenagers get curious, and mom is the closet female around, so why wouldn't they peek some. But this is more than curiosity. It's like he's trying to catch me naked." "He probably is. But like you say, that's not all that unusual—if that's all he does." Marie forced a smile that didn't reassure Lori. "Well, you can guess what he does after he sees me," Marie said. "I know that's natural too, but isn't it creepy that he does it after he peeks at me?" "I would think it might be a bit flattering," Lori offered. "Oh, it is in a way, but I'm his mother. Is he supposed to think about me that way?" "Teenagers will think the way they think. I don't think you can stop that." "I guess I shouldn't complain. Todd's a good boy. It's just this creeping around freaks me a bit. Know what I mean?" "He'll get over it. As soon as he gets a girlfriend, you'll be off his radar." "I hope you're right. But can I confess something to you?" Lori held her breath. What was coming now? "Part of me likes him peeping. I mean, I sometimes think I could put on a show for him. Is that crazy? Me, stripping slowly while he peeks and beats off. I can't believe I'm saying this." "I think that's natural too. There's a bit of exhibitionist in almost every one of us." Knowing Mom "What's worse, I think I'd like to peep on him, watch him do it. Is that sick? Is that wrong, or what?" "Marie, I don't think it's crazy or so wrong. It's part of the process. He's discovered you're a woman as well as a mom, and you're figuring out he's man as well as a son. Those man-woman feelings are genuine. But you have to remember that you're still mom-son." "So no traipsing around in a bikini?" "Not unless you want to get a rise out of him." Marie laughed. "I might want to. You never know." Knowing Mom Ch. 02 After Marie left, Lori changed clothes and went to the kitchen. Ricky stood in front of the sink, fixing vegetables for dinner. She moved close as he peeled carrots and trimmed green beans. Wearing gym trunks and a t-shirt, his butt looked good to her. As he had stood behind her and admired, so did she, staring at his nice, taut ass. While a man's ass was not as tantalizing as his other side, it still teased her. She could imagine grabbing those buns and squeezing till he moaned. Couldn't she do that? Wouldn't that be more fun than she could imagine? She smiled and licked her lips. Men generally underrated their buns. They didn't realize that women often judged men by hips and ass, what would slide easily between spread legs. She told herself to remember to tell Ricky that sometime. He would get laid more often if he kept his butt nice and lean. She moved behind him, looking over his shoulder at the sink full of vegetables. Carrots, cucumbers, and radishes floated in a sink full of water. She watched a moment as he peeled the skin off a carrot. He actually handled the peeler well, almost as deft as she was. And something about him handling the vegetables looked sexy. Why was a man cooking sexy? She didn't know, but it was. "Good job," she said. "You'll make a chef some day." She moved closer, pushing against him. She pinned him against the counter, and she knew the counter was at exactly the right height to press against his package. She reached around him to play in the water, crushing him against the counter at the same time. "I'll show you how," she said and grabbed a carrot. She ground herself into his buns, pressing him hard into the counter. At the same time, she pressed her breasts into his back, knowing he could feel her chest on him. "It's like this." She grabbed his hand in hers and began to stroke the carrot with the peeler. "You have to be gentle with it," she said. "You must not abuse it. Stroke it, stroke it." She ground her hips into his ass, making sure to grind him on the counter. At same time, she rubbed her breasts on his back, her nipples hardening as she did. Oh, it was all an accident, all pure chance, but she knew better. She was using him, pressing him, working on little Ricky. She glanced over his shoulder at his package, and she could imagine it swelling. What else could it do? She was rubbing it on the counter. Of course, it was swelling. "If you treat it good," she said. "It will stay hard for hours, even if it's in hot water all the time. And everyone wants a hard one, especially women. Haven't you ever noticed how much women love hard ones?" Lori ground her nipples into his back and pushed him even harder into the counter, rubbing herself all over his ass. It was as if she was using his ass, as if she had a tool for him. But she didn't. She whispered in his ear how big his cucumber was, how hard his carrots, how women, all women loved size and rigidity. If he could keep it big and hard, he'd never have a lack of dinner partners. Couldn't he see that? While she rubbed on him, pushing him, she felt her own need grow. How good did he feel? She didn't want to answer that question. He felt better than anything she had had in a long time. She loved pushing on him, grinding her moistness into his butt. She loved rubbing her nipples up and down on his hard back, across the vertebrae of his spine. Every bone make her nipples ache, every brush turned her hotter. She hadn't ever done anything like this, not with a man or a boy, and it made her feel sexy and desirable. She was exciting her by grinding on him, stroking her son with her body. While it would be hot with any man, it was even hotter with her son. She had had dreams about feeling his body, but this was better than any dream. This was reality. This was mom pressing her son into the counter and rubbing over him like a cat in heat. "I love carrots," she said. She brought the carrot to her mouth and didn't bite. Instead, she sucked the end, running her tongue up and down the orange vegetable. "If you suck them just right, they give you a bit of juice, which tastes delicious." She sucked on the carrot, and she knew he watched over his shoulder, staring at her lips and tongue playing over the tuber. She could feel his heart beat through his body, through her nipples. He was getting exercised, watching her suck on the carrot, as sexy and wanton as any slut in any movie. She knew he dwelled on every move her lips made, every little flick of her pink tongue. And she milked the moment, she sucked loudly, letting her saliva run down the carrot, which she had to admit was sexy. Why did saliva remind her of semen? She took the carrot back to her throat and held it there, sucking on it, relishing it, knowing he was mesmerized. She was making love to a carrot, and it turned on both of them. His heart pounded in his chest. She could feel it through her nipples, as hard as steel and transferring echoes just as easily. She stroked the carrot in and out of her mouth as he took her free hand. Even while she used the carrot, he pushed her hand down, across the counter, until her fingers touched his erection. Despite the pressure she exerted on his ass, pushing him into the counter, he had managed an erection. Her fingers found the head of him, the tip sticking above the counter. She felt him through his shorts, and she had never felt anything as hard, anything as throbbing or needy. He took her fingertips and rubbed them over the part sticking over the counter. She half heartedly tried to pull away, but he didn't let her. He held her fingers over the tip, using them, using them to stimulate himself. While she had sometimes fantasized about doing this, the actual act proved sexier than she could imagine. She could no more pull away than not breathe. She hadn't done anything more risqué in her life. He pushed back against her, actually moving her back a smidge. His ass ground into her hips, and he rubbed it up and down like some kid in an all male revue. As he did, h moved her hand down his shaft. Her fingers closed on his thick erection. He pressed her fingers around him, making her squeeze him, feeling the blood pulsing through him. He didn't speak, he didn't spoil the moment. He simply pushed her hand down, around him, folding it around his stiffness, massaging himself with her fingers. Using her hand to stroke himself through his shorts. For a moment, she was overwhelmed. When she started this bit of play, she had never expected it to come to this. She had never expected to have her hand folded around her son's erection while he bumped his ass into her pussy. She had started with a bit of play, and it had transformed into something so sexy she was wet. She couldn't believe how her nipples ached, how her hips throbbed, how her lips desired a kiss. She couldn't believe how good it felt to stroke her son, to feel his erection, an erection she had caused. That was the best part, how she had turned him into an aching, throbbing erection that he wanted her to handle. He wanted her to feel him. He wanted her to squeeze and hold and desire. He had taken her hand to his rod. He had been bold enough to challenge her grinding ass. Did that mean he wanted her? Did that mean he wanted sex with his mother? Oh god, could she expect him to have sex with her? Did he want her to jerk him off, suck him, have full sex with him? Is that what he wanted? He wanted something, she was sure of that. What? She massaged him through his shorts. Dropping the carrot, she used both hands, kneading him, stroking, and pulling. He moaned as she ran her fingers over his testicles, giving them a quick tug. She could see his face reflected in the window. His eyes were closed, his lips pressed together, letting her do what he had done so many times before. She pumped him up and down and smashed her breasts into his back and whispered in his ear. "Like this, Ricky baby? Like what mommy is doing for you?" He moaned in answer. "Ricky is so big, so hard. Mommy likes that. Mommy loves how hard you are, and mommy made you that way, didn't she? Mommy turns you on, doesn't she?" He nodded and moaned again. "You dream about mommy all the time, don't you? You lie in bed at night and dream of mommy's tits and her ass and her legs, and that makes you hard and throbbing. You grab your dick and jerk off, wishing it was mommy stroking you, pumping you. You jerk off whispering mommy's name, begging her to let you cum, cum on her tits and her face, in her mouth. You want to cum in her mouth so bad, don't you, Ricky?" A strangled cry escaped his lips. "That's one of your favorite fantasies, isn't it? You want mommy to lick you up and down and all around and suck the tip and nibble on it, and take it deep in her throat like you've read about on the internet. You want to feel mommy's warm, wet mouth all over your shaft, teasing it, loving it, feeling the hot blood throbbing through it. You want to fuck mommy's face." She felt him stiffen, moaning, and she kept stroking him through his shorts, squeezing him hard. "You've been dreaming of this for a long time, haven't you, Ricky. Ever since you started masturbating, ever since you woke up one night and found yourself hard and pulsing. You've always wanted mommy, wanted her to take care of that rod between your legs. Even before you got so big, you were jerking it and thinking of her tits, her lips. Almost too young to understand what was going on, it didn't matter. You waited for the time mommy would grab you and get you off. What were you planning, Ricky, that mommy come in one morning, find you hard and need your shaft? Was that your plan?" He stifled a moan, and she knew he was fighting the orgasm, holding on to it for as long as possible, extending her handling of him for as long as he could. "You've been a naughty boy for a long time, Ricky. You're full of hidden desires that you've hidden for years, desires you weren't supposed to have. But you have them, you nurtured them, you grew them in your mind where they took firm root and blossomed. It wasn't just mom in the morning. It was mom in the afternoon and mom at night. It was mom in the bedroom, the family room, the kitchen, the car. It was licking mom and sucking mom and using mom in every way you could imagine. How many times did you whack off in the shower hoping mom would come in and join you? How many times did you sneak mommy's panties from her bureau to stimulate yourself? You've been a bad boy, Ricky, a very naughty son." She pulled him hard and rubbed the tip on the counter. Even through his shorts, she could tell he was ready to shoot. "Does it feel as good as you thought it would? Does mommy do it right for you? Is this one of your wicked fantasies? Mommy jerking you off at the sink? How many times did you picture that, Ricky? How many times did you feel mommy's fingers on your erection? How many times did you pant in the dark, replaying his scene over and over like a tape inside your head? Little Ricky and mommy in the kitchen, and she does what Ricky has wanted since his first ejaculation. So naughty, so wicked, so Ricky. It's been part of your life for so long it's like a friend, isn't it. You can't go to sleep at night until you've engaged in your favorite fantasy, until you cum for mommy. That's what you want most, to show mommy how you cum, how hard and long and how much you shoot. That will make mommy want you, won't it, Ricky. If mommy feels it, she'll want it as much as you. Isn't that what you dream of, showing mommy how good it could be?" A garbled cry escaped his lips, and she knew he was shooting. She squeezed and pumped, and she could feel him pushing out semen, shooting into his shorts, emptying himself. She helped, feeling the raw power of him, of his orgasm. It was something she hadn't felt in a long, long time, and she found herself wanting to prolong it, wanting to keep him shooting even after he had stopped. As she released him, she found her heart pounding, her body excited. While urging him, she had lost track of how excited she had become. She hadn't been this aroused in...well, in more years than she cared to remember. Her body quivered with unmet desire. She stepped back, her nipples pulsating with blood, her panties moist. Before she could ask herself what she had done, he turned from the sink. They exchanged a look that was more than she could fathom at the moment. Gratitude, excitement, contentment, release, they were all there in his face. Something else was there too—fear. Along with the rest, fear had its place. A boundary had been crossed, and they both knew it, and travel into the unknown always brought fear. He was afraid, and so was she. With the briefest nod, he moved past her. She heard him go to his room. For a moment, she thought she should follow him, perhaps talk about what had happened, about desire and need and the ways of the flesh. But she decided against it. Later, later, they would find a way to examine what had happened. They would decide if the boundary would go back up or remain down. In a little while. Before then, she would check her fervor and finish dinner. He would be hungry after what he had done. She would feed him well. Even before she had dinner on the table, Ricky appeared. He had changed shorts, and he wore a sheepish grin, as if he had stolen a cookie from the cookie jar. He looked at her across the kitchen and stuck out his tongue. He waved it from side to side. He didn't say a word, but his meaning was clear, at least she thought his meaning was clear. Had she been not so aroused, she might have let it go, but after making him cum in his shorts, her own itch had mushroomed. She wondered if he might be able to scratch it. She waved him into the family room. She pointed to the floor, and he went down on his back. She stood to one side a moment before she stripped off her shorts and panties already damp from before. She straddled him, a foot on either side of his wide chest. The air felt good on her moist skin, cooling her a bit, stimulating her a bit. She watched his eyes scan her, staring up at her, taking in everything that made her a woman. She let him look. She knew she looked good. Trimmed, waxed, a bit swollen with desire, she knew he was fascinated by her body, by the things he could know so little about. She guessed he knew locker room hearsay and internet rumors. She doubted he had any real knowledge of the female anatomy and how to take advantage of it. His stare excited her. She liked the idea that he was a virgin, a boy in a man's body. She would be his first and his best, and he would never forget this moment, this night. For the rest of his life she would occupy a position of power and reverence. She had introduced him to the pleasures of the flesh. She would be his mentor. God, that made her feel powerful and in control. She sank to her knees over his face. He reached up with his tongue and touched her. Gentle, probing, tentative, he ran the tip along her, teasing her more than he could know. It was like a young child learning to crawl. A few wary probes before any real progress. Yet, despite the initial ineptness, she was incredibly aroused. Ricky was beneath her, and Ricky was tonguing her, and that was a dream she had never expected to come true. Ricky, Ricky, Ricky was trying to please her, to turn her on, to bring forth an orgasm from her. Her son was worming his tongue into her, into his mommy, sipping at the juice she was producing, occasionally coming into contact with a clit that swelled by the second. That was the hottest, wildest dream she had ever had—and it was coming true. She began to talk to him. Instead of his clumsy guesses, she guided his efforts. He was to use that part of his tongue on that part of her, and if he did it right—wow, she shivered with delight. She kept talking to him, and he followed her instructions to the letter. He touched her there and there and there, and soon she was dripping onto his face. She panted, as she tried to keep up with the directions. He was reducing her to a puddle, a shaking pool of desire. With every little flick and lick and suck and nibble she became more entranced with him. She felt as if she had her very own slave, someone who would do anything and everything she commanded. The power combined with need to make her giddy, heady with what was happening. She moved on top of him, her hips needing to push and pull. She told him she was going to use his tongue. No, she was going to fuck his tongue, fuck his face, fuck his mouth until she came. She told him to keep going while she moved, while she fucked him, fucked him like a slut, like a woman who lived for sex and nothing but sex. She ground down on him forcing him deeper. Then, she let up, allowing him to breathe before she went down on him again. She loved how his tongue slithered around inside her, touching and rubbing and making her even more wild. She pinched her nipples hard and humped his face again and again, raking herself over his tongue and lips and nose. For a moment, she thought she might her him, damage his nose, but then the lust gripped her and she pushed him ever deeper, every harder. This was something she had dreamed of, something she wished she could do often. She had always wanted to grind away on a man's face and tongue, fuck him without regard as to his pleasure. She was doing this for herself with her virgin son, conditioning him to what drove women to a frenzy. How sexy was that? Not just a virgin boy, but her virgin son. She was training him to please her, to make her shoot like the slut she felt like. Considering all the taboos she was breaking, she became even more excited. What if someone caught them? What if someone saw? Did she care? No, that only made the sex more delicious. She fucked the face of her virgin son, and she wanted nothing more than to squirt on him, to shudder on him, to release the pent up energy. Need and heat drove her. She was no better than a dog in heat, a female that had to be satisfied. She shoved herself forward and back over his tongue, and she knew she had taken herself as far as she could go. Screaming his name, telling him she was going to cum, she pressed down and let it happen. She came with a gush of hot juice, a flood. Her entire body rocked with the effort. She felt her entire insides had melted and were rushing out. It felt incredibly good, all the better for coming on Ricky's tongue and Ricky's face. She was doing it to her virgin son, and that added a touch of spice. God, she couldn't remember a better orgasm. The next morning, the events of the evening before seemed like a dream. Breakfast was a silent affair, and Ricky left without even the usual cursory kiss on her cheek. Lori went to work, shoving the experience deep into her subconscious. She would have to deal with it sooner or later but not at work. At least, she tried to keep her mind on her tasks. Despite admonitions to the contrary, her mind did dredge up images and feelings from the evening before. Her fingers remembered how big he felt through his shorts. Her body remembered how his tongue felt inside. Every time the memory surfaced, she felt a tiny rush. She tingled a bit before she pushed the feelings down again. At lunch, Denise bubbled about her latest conquest, a 20-year-old construction worker. While he wasn't 'hung', and he wasn't exactly as young or virginal as she liked, he did come home with her and hop into the sack. Oh, and she had to give him a blow job, and no, he didn't reciprocate, but still, he was a catch, right? Lori hardly listened to the prattle. She could top Denise in spades. She had a 18 year old, hung, virginal, willing, and able to give her the best tongue she had ever had. And Lori wanted to tell Denise. Lori wanted to tell someone about it, about how good and wicked and wonderful it had been. Keeping it a secret was so hard. But it had to be a secret from everyone—well, almost everyone. Knowing Mom Ch. 02 She stayed after work and logged onto the net, and she wasn't on five minutes before she received a message. SONSTROKE: Hey, mom, how goes it. KNOWINGMOM: It goes, you? SONSTROKE: It goes very well. My mom jerked me off last night. KNOWINGMOM: Really? Tell me about it. SONSTROKE: It was incredible. We were in the kitchen, and she came up behind me. We were fooling around, and she was jamming me into the counter. You can guess what that did to me. Well, before I know it, she's got her hands on me, doing the old wire pull. I couldn't believe it, and I wasn't about to stop her. KNOWINGMOM: Lucky boy. Did you shoot? SONSTROKE: She started whispering in my ear, started asking me if I had always wanted her, wanted mommy to jerk me off. She asked if I had been jerking off thinking of her since I was a little kid. She whispered my deepest fantasies in my ear. How I hoped she would catch me beating off or hard, how she would see my rod and get so turned on she would have to have it. She knew I often masturbated at night in bed, dreaming of her mouth on me or her hands or shooting on her tits. She knew all that and more. And the more she whispered the hotter I got. KNOWINGMOM: I bet it turned her on to jerk you. SONSTROKE: She kept at me until I couldn't stand it. I came like a choir boy, right in my shorts. KNOWINGMOM: She was doing it through your shorts? SONSTROKE: Yes, and it was the sexiest thing I've ever had done to me. I couldn't believe how good her hands felt on me or how she whispered. KNOWINGMOM: Did you want to fuck her? The screen was blank for a moment, and Lori held her breath. This was the essence of everything she had been dreaming about. Did he? SONSTROKE: I wanted to grab her, push her to the floor, and bury it in her. KNOWINGMOM: I bet she wanted you to do her. SONSTROKE: Wait, it went on after that, after I changed my shorts which were loaded with semen. KNOWINGMOM: Tell me. SONSTROKE: I found her in the kitchen, and I didn't really know what to say or do, so I just waved my tongue at her. KNOWINGMOM: And? SONSTROKE: She got the message. Wow, did she ever. She took me into the family room, pushed me to the floor, stripped off her panties, and rode my face like a flea on a dog. I had never done anything like that before, so she told me what to do and how to do it, and I did whatever she wanted. She was so hot and so wet, and she slammed down on me so hard, I thought she would suffocate me. She was incredible, and she kept telling me until she squirted. I thought I would drown. KNOWINGMOM: That was your first time for real? SONSTROKE: Yes. I have to confess, I've never had sex with a woman. Not any kind. She stared at the screen. Never had sex? He was totally unaware? Nothing? Her fingers quivered above the keyboard. SONSTROKE: It was sooo hot, licking her that way, making her cum like that. I never thought it could be so good. KNOWINGMOM: And after, what did you do? SONSTROKE: We went to bed. But I couldn't stop thinking about her. I jerked off again. KNOWINGMOM: Naughty boy, you should have gone into her room and let her do you again. SONSTROKE: You think she wants to? KNOWINGMOM: You give a woman an orgasm like that, and she'll want it again and again. Trust me. SONSTROKE: I'll have to consider that. KNOWINGMOM: And this morning, what did you do? SONSTROKE: Nothing. Neither of us said a word. It's like it never happened. KNOWINGMOM: Don't believe that. She thought about it all day, I'm sure—and so did you. SONSTROKE: Yes, I did. What should I do? KNOWINGMOM: I think when she gets home tonight, you should be waiting for her. In boxers. And as soon as she walks in, I think you should get it up for her, show her how much last night meant and how sexy you think she is. Show her and let her decide how she wants it. SONSTROKE: You think that will work? KNOWINGMOM: I think she's a woman, and that's how women react. SONSTROKE: Great, thanks. See you later. She logged off smiling. She could see him in the family room, in boxers, waiting for the door to open so he could show mom how sexy she was. She licked her lips. That would be worth the price of admission, wouldn't it? She chuckled. What a homecoming she was going to have. When Lori opened the door to her house, a smile spread her face. She expected quite a show as she stepped into the family room. But she didn't find a show. She found Marie alone on the couch. "I...I wanted to chat," Marie said. "Where's Ricky?" "He went upstairs." Marie blushed. "He wanted to change clothes." The blush didn't bother Lori as much as it might have. She could guess what had happened. She had knocked, and Ricky had answered the door in boxers, maybe with an erection. That might make any woman blush. "What's on your mind?" "Can we, can we go outside?" Marie asked. "I'd rather not have anyone hear." "Sure." They walked out on the patio where the setting sun turned the sky beautiful pastel colors. "It's a nice evening, isn't it," Marie said. "You didn't come here for the sunsets," Lori answered. "No, no I didn't. Remember the problem we talked about yesterday?" "Todd and his peeping?" She nodded. "Well, after our talk, I decided to treat it all like some natural phenomenon that would run out of steam and disappear. In the mean time, I thought I simply challenge him a bit. Know what I mean?" "Not really. What did you do?" "Well, I took a shower, came out in my short robe, and knew he was watching from the closet where he likes to hide. I was pretty sure he was...fondling himself too. So, I opened the door and told him to come out." "Go on." "I..I told him I knew what he was doing and why he was doing it. I told him it was perfectly natural for a teenager to have his kind of feelings and engage in his kind of behavior. Nothing to be ashamed of. But I told him that I didn't appreciate being spied on. I asked him how he would feel if I peeked when he was masturbating." She looked over the yard, and Lori could sense her discomfort. "He said, he said he wouldn't mind if I watched," Marie continued. "So, I called his bluff and told him to do it right then, right in front of me. He was a surprised, but he quickly accepted the challenge. He pulled it out, and it was, well, it was large even in that state. Then, he stared into my eyes and started to stroke and massage. You know how they do. I was sitting on the bed in my short robe while he stood in front of me, doing that to himself." "And it turned you on, didn't it?" Marie stared into Lori's eyes. "You, you know?" "Tell me what he did, what you did." "I didn't do anything at first. I just watched as he made it grow. And it did grow, it grew to a very nice size, a desirable size if you know what I mean. There it was all red and stiff with his hand running up and down right in my face. And it's not as if I don't know about these things. I know how they work, but I had never seen a man do it right in front of me. I was, and I hate to say this, I was fascinated. It was new, and it was sexy, and I could feel myself get excited." "Perfectly natural," Lori said. "And?" "And then he said he could some inspiration. Did I mind showing him my breast?" Lori sucked in a breath. "I don't know what came over me," Marie continued. "I guess I was just too distracted because I pulled open my robe and bared one breast. That seemed to drive him crazy. He stared at my breast, my raised nipple, and he worked himself faster and faster. He started whispering to himself, and while I couldn't quite hear, I could tell he was getting himself even more aroused. God, I feel so dirty telling you this." "It's OK. I understand. What happened then?" "He told me to start playing with my breast." Her voice caught. "He said it would make him do it better if I did my part. So, so, I did what he asked. Oh, I didn't have to. I wanted to. I was beginning to ache. You know that feeling. And I haven't ached in so long. I couldn't stop myself. I started rubbing my breast and pinching my nipple, and all the time, he was crazy on himself. I was staring at him doing it, and I was rubbing, and it seemed like I was in a fog of some kind. I couldn't think. I just wanted to see it do what it was going to do." Lori wondered why her heart had begun to beat a bit faster. What about the story appealed to her? She didn't really have to answer that question. She knew. "Finish it," Lori said. "Wellll, it wasn't long after I started rubbing that it happened, just exactly what you would expect. He sort of shouted and pumped, and out it all came. Most of it fell on the carpet, but a bit hit my breast, and it clung there hot and sticky. He kept pumping until there wasn't any more, and then he looked at me, at that bit of semen on my breast. And I, I swear I didn't think about it, but I used my finger to wipe it up, and then, then I put it in my mouth." She covered her face and looked away. Lori placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's OK," Lori said. "That was not your fault. It just happened." "I'm a terrible person, a terrible mother." "No, no, you're not. You're a woman, and you reacted exactly like any woman would. What else could you do? You love your son, and you respond like any female. What happened next?" "Nothing. I left, and he cleaned up his mess. We haven't spoken since." "Well, it wasn't your fault. Remember that. What are you going to do?" "What would you do?" "You want him to do it again, don't you?" Marie's stricken face was all the answer Lori needed. "Marie, you're not wicked or bad. You're curious and probably horny, and he has a bit of fetish about you. It will pass. So, you can fight it and let it go, or you can feed his fetish for a while and probably end it faster." "Feed it?" "Boys Todd's age have a short attention span. If you indulge him a few times, he'll soon grow bored." "Indulge him?" "Let him masturbate in front of you. No, make him do it in front of you. Show him your tits if that helps, but have him do it two or three times a day. In a week, he'll be looking for ways to get out of the house." "You really think?" "Just don't do anything more. Just show him a bit of skin and have him jerk in front of you. He'll soon be looking for someone his own age." "But, but it sort of turns me on." "Who's the adult here, Marie? You have the control. If he turns you on too much, send him away and satisfy yourself." "What?" "In fact, do it to yourself before you make him to it. That way, you won't be so tempted." "That's a good idea." "Trust me. Fulfill this little fantasy a few times, and he'll move on. The worst you can do is treat it like some big sin or secret." "That makes sense." Marie smiled for the first time. "Thank you so much." "What are friends for. I kind of wish Todd wouldn't put you through this. Want me to talk to him?" "No, no, I'm sure that would embarrass him. No, I think I can deal with it now." "Let me know." With a smile, Marie disappeared into the house. Knowing Mom Ch. 03 After Marie had gone, Lori went to find Ricky. He was in his room, reading, wearing nothing but boxers. Her eyes zeroed in on the boxers. Was he semi-hard? Had he been doing something? He asked about Todd's mom, and she tried to deflect his questions. But it turned out he already knew. Todd wasn't exactly discreet. In fact, he had bragged about it to Ricky. "And did you tell Todd about last night?" She asked. "No, hell no. Todd may be lame, but I'm not." She smiled. Her son was not only handsome and endowed but intelligent. No wonder she found herself drawn to him. Where had he learned such good sense? Not from his father, that was for sure. "Dinner?" she asked. "What do you want me to eat?" he asked and grinned. She watched him reach into his boxers and rub himself. Still smiling at her, he massaged, purposefully showing her how he managed to arouse himself. She stared, watching, a bit awed by his audacity, by his confidence. Had someone told him he was endowed and that women really did like big ones? Size did matter? She was also aware of her own confidence. A few days earlier, she never would have stood there and watched him do this. If he had started, she would have fled in shame. But that was before the raise, before she explored him while he was passed out. Certainly before she got him off at the sink. Now, she could hold her amused smile and watch as the pink head poked out his shorts, a snake, that pretty snake emerging from its den. "I remember the first time I did this thinking of you," he said. "It was this summer. You know your red bikini?" Of course, she remembered the bikini. The red bikini flattered her more than any suit she had ever owned. "For the first time, I saw you as female. I saw the humps of breasts, the bubble ass, the long legs. I knew how you make me feel. I didn't know what to do with the erection you caused, but I was glad to have it. Even if it drove me crazy." She watched the snake emerge, grow, thicken. She listened and watched and felt her own juices begin to stir. God, he looked sexy, strong and endowed. She fought the urge to grab him and lick him. No, not yet. She wanted to listen to him, understand his tale. She felt her nipples begin to swell. "While some girls drive me wild at times, no one turns me on like you do. That red bikini, and you look so full, so tan. You lie on the lounge and unhook your bra so you won't get a tan line. Your bare back is incredibly sexy, and I was always wish you would roll over and forget you were unhooked so I could see your breasts. A couple of times, I dropped things on purpose thinking you would rise up and show me those luscious things. But you never have. You always remembered, and I was always thwarted. I bet I walked around hard half the time. At night, I stay awake trying to think of ways to get that top off you. I never came up with anything. I was scared to just ask." He rubbed his palm over the head of his shaft, like a magician making it disappear and then reappear. She watched, mesmerized by both the story and the erection. Something about it beckoned like a candle to a moth. She wanted to flit all around and see if she got singed. As he worked, it grew and bobbed as he played. She wanted to play. "Then, I got lucky. I'll never forget. A hot, sultry night so we decided to go swimming. I was the pool, waiting for you, watching for you. I was already hard in the warm water, underlit by the pool lights. I love the way you move as you come out of the house. You always look so graceful, so sexy, that sway...and your red bikini. You came out and dove into the pool. For some reason, your bra came unhookd, so when you surfaced you had one delicious breast bared. White with your brown nipple in that surreal water. I stared. I don't even think you saw me, because you quickly tucked it in and hooked your bra. I ducked under the water and resurfaced so you wouldn't think I had seen anything. But I had. I had seen paradise, and I was as hard as concrete. You were that pretty, that hot." She watched him stroke and she knew the memory was of particular importance. He cherished it, and it had driven him to this more times than he could remember. His energy and desire were contagious. She felt her need growing. "That night, that night I crawled into bed with the most important thing in my life, my memory of your breast, your perfect breast. I closed my eyes and saw you in the water and my penis became as stiff as a flagpole. My hands did what guys' hands have done for eons. I was jerking it, squeezing it, playing with it, and it felt so good. I knew I wanted you to play with it too, but I really wanted was to rub it on that nipple I had seen. I wanted it to see what you were like. I could feel it riding over the curve of you, a steed to take those heady mounds. I was working it like that, dreaming, when I came. I've cum many times since but never as good as that time. Never as good as the night I dreamed of running my erection over mom's tit. That has always been a memory to hang onto." She licked her lips and ogled what he handled so easily, so readily. She supposed men soon came to know themselves in uncommon ways. After all, it was always just hanging there begging for attention. She wondered if she would ever be able to handle it with such ease. Could she learn to make him this hard, this needy? Would her touch ever equal his? Did she want to find out? Yes, her body said she more than wanted to, she needed to. "I probably shouldn't have told you. What a confession, eh, mom? But I remember last night in the kitchen when you whispered in my ear all those questions about when I first started thinking sex, sex with mom. I replayed your voice, and I knew when it first started. That night in the pool and an innocent baring of your breast. That was the beginning. It's been with me ever since, and I can't count how many times I've changed it, expanded it, altered it, all to get myself in this state, all to get off. You were right when you said I had fantasized about you. I've been making up stories in my head since that night. All kinds of stories in all kinds of places with all kinds of outcomes." She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra off one breast. She watched his face light up, his hand work himself faster. She had never known that her breast was so powerful. "When I started dreaming about you, I used to whisper 'how do you like it, mommy?' 'see how big it is.' 'aren't you proud of your boy, mom?' I would pretend that the sight of it drove your crazy, that whenever you saw it, you would want it. If you saw it hard, you'd have to handle it, caress it, love it. It would be better than chocolate, more satisfying than a hot bath. If you ever got your hands on it, you'd want to own it, use it. You'd claim it like a prospector claiming a gold mine. It would become your most precious possession, your favorite toy, the meat and drink of your existence. The best toy in the world, it didn't run on batteries or springs. It was flesh and blood and alive, and if you could just touch it, you'd go mad with desire for it. It would fill your waking hours, inhabit your dreams. Better than sunshine, more reliable than the moon. You'd never tire of it, never want another one. You would forsake family and friend for a chance to have it. Every day, you would devise new ways to bend it to your pleasure. Those fantasies filled my mind as I worked it every night. If only you could see it." She could see it, and she did want it. She wanted it exactly as he had said. She wanted it as Midas wanted gold. She wanted it today and tomorrow and the day after. She wanted it in front, behind, above, below, every way she could imagine. She wanted the tip, the shaft, every pulsating inch of it. She wanted to taste and touch and smell and hear it. She wanted to own it. She wanted to know it would be waiting when she got home from work. She wanted it available in the middle of the night. She wanted it for breakfast, for lunch, for dinner, as a late night snack. She wanted it as she had never wanted anything in her life. She wanted, she wanted, she wanted. She climbed onto the bed and leaned across him until her hard nipple touched him. She felt him shiver even as he used the tip to trace her breast. She wanted, and he wanted too. "Yes, mommy, yes. That's how I wanted it, how I've always wanted it. Can you feel how hard my heart is beating? I've dreamed of this. You feel...incredible. Swollen yet soft. I love how it feels on me, and I hope if feels good to you. When I circle you like this, I feel a rush I've never felt before. It's better than fantasy. It's real, and real is so much better. It's me, mommy, little Ricky, don't you love it?" She did love it. She loved how he ran it across her breast, across her nipple, all around her skin. The snake was playing with her, toying with her. Bold, big, strong, the snake tantalized her in a way she had never felt before. No wonder Satan had been a serpent in the Garden of Eden. What woman could resist such a touch? What women could resist a man's serpent? She panted and knew she was getting wetter and wetter. What woman wouldn't gush for the snake, for little Ricky's snake? "Yes, mommy, yes. That's sooo good, so nice. It's exactly what Ricky dreams about. It makes Ricky so hard and hot and ready for mommy. It makes Ricky want to shoot for mommy. Does mommy want Ricky to shoot?" She smiled at him. Then, she stripped off her blouse and bra, baring her chest. She leaned over so he could play with her, with her nipples and breasts that ached for touch. "Yes, mommy. Ricky loves your chest, loves touching it and running his erection all over you. You feel perfect, mommy, perfect." He stroked himself on her breasts and cleavage, and she relished the attention. The snake was slithering along her, drinking up her nipples, teasing her skin. She panted, as he played, and he panted with her. She could feel his pounding heart through her nipples as he ran them along the side of his shaft. How many times had he dreamed of doing this, of letting Ricky play among mommy's breasts? More times than she could imagine, and had she known how good it felt, she might have been enjoying this with him before this. He did feel good, he felt great, he felt real. "On your back, please mommy?" She looked at him, and she could see he was moments away from orgasm. How long had they been playing? Too long considering the power of their fantasies. The stronger the desire, the quicker the orgasm. She knew that. She knew he was her little Ricky discovering for the first time how overwhelming lust could be. Ricky wanted mommy so bad he couldn't think. She liked that, she liked that so very much. She rolled onto her back, and he climbed to his knees. He knelt above her, pumping himself with abandon, knowing that she stared, knowing that she desired. There was no shame in him, no sin. There was only desire, only need. There was only the fulfillment of a dream. This was the culmination of more fantasy than the rest of the world could fathom. She could read it in his face, see it in his hands. His moans crept out. Kneeling there, stroking and pulling and kneading, he was about to grasp the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. He was going over the top, finally reaching the unreachable star. She waited, but only for a moment. Then, he moaned loudly and gripped, and the pent up semen shot from the snake. It hissed and spat and she felt the warm goo land on her breasts, running just a bit before sticking. She watched in awe as it shot half a dozen times, shuddering as it bubbled out, falling on her, coating her. She had never experienced anything so sexy. She had never lusted for anything so arousing. Little Ricky was cumming on her tits, using her to catch his stuff. While she had sometimes wondered how it would feel to have a man do this, she had never imagined it would be so stimulating—or that little Ricky would be doing it. It was a dream come true for her too, and while she didn't often admit thinking such taboo thoughts, she welcomed his cum. It seemed as if it burned wherever it touched, putting her on fire. He stopped and looked down at her, his chest heaving from the effort. She smiled at him, and they understood each other. They had both loved this. Little Ricky and mom had both wanted this, and now they had it. It was an event they would share for as long as they lived. Lust had won out again. She trembled with need. "Now," she said. "Lick it off." He didn't hesitate which surprised her. Had he tasted himself before? Had he experimented with it? She reminded herself to ask him some day, some day in the future. Right now, she wanted to enjoy him, enjoy his mouth and tongue. She concentrated on him, on his lips and tongue moving along her breasts, finding those gobs of semen and sucking them off her skin. He moved slowly, methodically. His tongue lingered on her. His lips formed around her nipple even though there was no goo there. She loved the attention. Her nipples loved the attention. Her breasts love the attention. She felt his lips made love to her nipples. The way he sucked and released, sucked and released. Where did he learn that? But it was as if she was fucking his mouth with her nipple, as if her nipple were her own erection, something she could use to slip into his mouth, in and out, in and out. His lips formed and released, pressed and released. Intercourse between mom's nipple and son's lips. She wondered if his erection felt the same when some woman sucked him. No wonder men loved oral sex. Suck and release, suck and release. Her nipple hardened and swelled. Her arousal was nearly complete as she nipple banged his mouth. Oh, a bit of teeth, and she shivered. She grabbed his head and held it on her nipple as she slowly, methodically fucked Ricky's mouth, little Ricky's mouth. Why was this so incredibly sexy? She pressed in and out. Every stroke seemed to make her nipple more sensitive. Was that the blood coursing through it? Was the abrasion caused by lip and tongue and teeth? Oh, that tongue. When she pushed in, that tongue flicked the tip of her nipple and she gasped. God, what a wonderful feeling. Did men feel that when women flicked them with their tongues? Did they get the same thrill? She loved it. She had never imagined she could ever come close to feeling what men felt, and yet, she thought this must be something like what they had. Nipple fucking her son's mouth, little Ricky's mouth. In and out, so wet and warm and growing firmer with every stroke. And he was sucking his mom's nipple, suck and release, suck and release. Did he know how it made her feel? Did he understand the similarity between his penis and her nipple? Oh, her nipple wasn't the same and surely wouldn't shoot, and was tiny, but it felt so hot to be doing this to his mouth, his tight lips. He sucked so hard, and it made her feel soooo good. She felt so wet. Her breath came in short sips. She held his mouth on her and moved deliberately, slowly, into those light lips and out. His lips were like her lips, like how she tried to be tight on man. Her lips weren't as easy to control as his lips, but it was the same principle. Hard, full mom's nipple stroking son's sucking lips, instead of son's hard shaft stroking mom's sucking lips. Oh, it felt good. It felt right. If she moved it left and right, oh, that felt good. Up and down, left and right, in and out, circle it around, let him play his tongue over it. It felt better than anything she had ever known. "Know what I'm doing, Ricky?" she asked. "Know what mommy is doing? She's nipple fucking your mouth. A nipple like a tiny penis going in and out, in and out. Through your tight lips like mommy's tight lips. Isn't that what it feels like? Mommy using her nipple like Ricky uses his hard shaft? Suck me, Ricky. Suck mommy's nipple hard. Flick it with your tongue. Make it even harder. Make mommy's nipple beg for more. You're such a good boy, such a good son. Suck it, play with it, make it grow. It makes mommy feel so hot and wet for you. That's what you want, isn't it? You want mommy hot and wet. "Is that what you've dreamed about, Ricky? Is this what your wished for when you peeked at mommy in her red bikini? Did you dream of licking mommy's tits, sucking her nipple, making her hot and you hard? Is that what makes you masturbate in your bed? Is this what goes through your head? Mommy nipple fucking your mouth, mommy making you wild for her? You always want it this way, don't you? You've wished and prayed and lusted for this, for sucking on mom, for using your mouth and lips on her. How many times did you taste mommy in your fantasies? How many times did your tongue beg for reality? This is better than your dreams, isn't it, Ricky? This is far better. This is real. It's mom's nipple taking your mouth. Oh, it tastes better than honey, better than sugar. It tastes of sex and mom and naughty thoughts you kept hidden. These are the dark secrets you harbored deep inside, secrets you could never share with anyone. You know how those taboo images always excite you. You know how you relish naughty ideas. They make you hard and keep you hard for hours, and now they're real. And reality is far more satisfying than the wishes. Reality is mom's throbbing nipple slipping in and out of your tight lips. Lips that are driving mom wild, like you wanted. A nipple that is making you hard again. Dreams do come true, little Ricky. Dreams do come true." She felt his lips tighten even more. She wormed her nipple in and out, and it was like nothing she had ever felt before. She could feel his heart beat through those pursed lips. More, she was doing it with Ricky, little Ricky who wanted mommy. "Touch me," she said. She felt his fingers crawl to her skirt and pull it up. Like some crustacean, his hand slipped under the skirt and down her silk panties, panties already wet. She shivered as the animal skidded along her groove, pushing in those panties just enough to stimulate her. Yes, she loved the feeling, loved the silk covered animal rubbing her. The sensation was always pleasing, even if she did it herself. She told him to pull aside the panties and touch her skin, run his finger up and down her, top to bottom, feeling how moist she was. Her lips were as sensitive as his, and she wanted him to feel her. She told him how to touch her, which finger to use, where to place it. She instructed him on how to spread her and stroke her and rub her. He obeyed like a well-trained dog, doing exactly what she wanted when she wanted it. He kept sucking and feeling and stroking, and all the while her arousal heightened. She could tell him to touch there and there and there, and he obeyed her every whim. She could experiment with him, making him twist and turn and delve into her. She could tell him to hold still while she humped his fingers, his hand, taking them in and out like the nipple in his mouth. She was in control, in control of little Ricky and every part of his body. He was hers in more ways than she could say, totally hers. "How does it feel now, Ricky? How does mommy feel, like your dreams? Is this how you saw you and mommy? Do you stand in the shower and jerk off thinking of fingering mommy? Do you pump that big, hard rod and wonder what it would be like to finger fuck mommy over and over exactly the way she wants it? How many times, Ricky, how many times did this scenario replay in your mind? How many times did it get you off? You love fingering mommy, making her lust for you for everything. I bet you imagined this exactly as it's happening, sucking mommy's nipple while you stroked her hot pussy." He moaned, and that only made her lust more. She grabbed his hand and held it while she moved her hips in and out, round and round, milking his fingers for every drop of sensation. The more she felt, the more she wanted. Her heart raced as she pumped harder, using his hand like a tool, a dildo to bring off her orgasm. Knowing Mom Ch. 03 "Yes, Ricky, yes. That feels soooo good. You know exactly how to make mommy feel good, how to bring her off. You're so strong and hard, and you last so long, as long as mommy needs. That's it, baby, right there. You're such a good boy. Mommy loves how you touch her. Mommy thinks little Ricky is the best boy ever. Stay hard, baby, hold your fingers right there. Oh, oh, oh, mommy loves that. Mommy and little Ricky locked just like he always wanted." He bit her nipple hard, and she screamed. Panting, she thrust herself on him, taking him as deep as she dared. Her release came with a rush. She gushed over his hand, her body clamping and unclamping, clamping and unclamping, as his lips clamped and unclamped on her nipple. They were in sync. She was releasing in rhythm, over and over in small waves that rippled through her body. Clamp and unclamp. The release was all the sweeter because it was on Ricky. He had managed to use her to such an extent. He had managed to flood her brain with happy chemicals. Oh yes, the release was one of the best she had ever had and all because of Ricky. He stopped sucking and probing, and he rolled away from her. His chest heaved, and she knew she had made an impression on him too. She didn't bother to straighten anything. She slid off the bed, her juice running down her thighs, and walked out of his room. He would need some time to digest what they had just done—so would she. But she felt incredibly needed, incredibly desired. He had done everything she asked and made her feel like a woman. As she walked to the shower, she wondered if she should put on that red bikini. Lori wasn't out of the shower five minutes before the phone rang. From the first word spoken, Lori knew it was Marie. "Lori, Lori, are you busy? Can you talk?" "I can talk." "Good, good, because I have to talk to you. I did what you said." "What I said." "About Todd. I made him masturbate in front of me." "And how did it go?" "Good and bad." "Tell me." "When I got home, I asked him if wanted to do what he did yesterday, and he looked at me funny. Then, he said yeah, so I told him to go to his room and get naked. I stripped and put on my robe and went in to him. He was on the bed and already stiff. God, he looked good. I didn't realize how good he and it looked. "I told myself not to worry about that. So, I ordered him to his feet. He stood in front of me, and I decided I would be tough. I told him he couldn't touch it until I said so. He was so turned on, he didn't dare disobey. Then, I showed him my chest. "You should have seen his eyes. They got huge, and he started to reach for himself. I told him he couldn't, not until I said so. He was so stiff, it was practically pointing at the ceiling. And it bobbed right in front of me. I've never seen one so excited, you know what I mean?" Lori did indeed know exactly what she meant. "And while it was so stiff and bobbing, it turned me on. I'm so ashamed now, but at the time, all I could think about was Todd's cock, my son's hard cock waving in front of me. It took all I had not to grab it and suck it like a lollipop." "What did you do?" "I told him to stroke it, to use it like he had the day before. And I made him promise to tell me before he shot. He stood there in front of me, jerking it, squeezing it, stroking it for me. I was so hot. I couldn't believe it, but I wanted it, all of it. I could almost feel it between my legs. My nipples ached, so I started rubbing them, which made him lick his lips and choke harder. There we were, mom and son, him jerking off and me pinching my nipples. When I think about it now...well, at the time, I couldn't think. All I could do was pinch and stare and want." Lori wanted to tell her about her own escapade with Ricky, but she didn't dare. She could never share that with anyone. "And his body," Marie continued. "I guess I never noticed it before, but it was so smooth. He doesn't have much hair, and his skin is clear, and he's lean. You know what I mean? He's not like older guys at all. No love handles or lumps or hair. He's so smooth and strong. It was a turn on, you know? I mean, men's bodies are supposed to look like that right? And his shaft. God, it was so stiff. Nothing wimpy about it at all and no need for Viagra. You could hang clothes from it." "What did he do?" Lori asked. "Well, he watched me play with my nipples and then he told me he was going to cum. But I didn't want it to end, so I told him to let go and not shoot. I told him if he shot, I'd be very unhappy." "And did he?" "No, he didn't. He pulled back and I could see how hard he worked to keep from it, and I wanted to laugh. I felt in such control. I've never had that kind of control before. It was, it was scary. When it had subsided a bit, I told him to do it some more. He started again, and this time, he started talking to me. I couldn't believe it. He asked me if I liked it this way, if I dreamed of him doing it like this, right in my face. He asked if I like seeing it so hard and ready, if I dreamed of it at work. He asked if I had fantasies that turned my knees to jello. I couldn't believe it. "Then, he said he was ready again, and I told him to back off. I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready at all. By this time I ached to touch him, to cup his balls and squeeze him. It came to me that I could finish the job for him. I could jerk him off, but then, I remembered that you said I shouldn't. So I played with my breasts and waited until he had cooled a bit. Then, I had him start again, and his erection looked as good as a candy cane. I couldn't help but think he would taste sweet, good. You know how we think. I thought he would be young and hard and so tasty." "But you didn't do anything." "No, no, my nipples were as hard as nuts and needed to be sucked, but I didn't do anything. He kept telling me I was the sexiest mom ever, that he loved stroking for me, showing me how hard and ready he was. He said he loved my tits and nipples. You think he lied? Not that it matters, because I didn't care. I wanted it so much. When he told me he was ready, I told him to shoot. He asked where. I told him my mouth." Marie stopped. Lori drew a sharp breath. "And did he?" "Y...yes. But most of it missed my mouth. It hit my cheek and chin and nose, and it just hung there. I...I was so turned on. I couldn't believe it. I was soaked in more ways than one, my son's semen all over my face. My nipples burned. My body shivered. I have never been so hot." "What did you do?" "I pulled my robe closed and left." "You what?" "I left and when I was in my room, I used my finger to clean my face and eat his cum." After a few more minutes, Lori managed to calm Marie and get her to promise not to do any more than she had done. She could make him do it for her again, but she couldn't touch. If she never escalated the game, he would soon tire. Marie hung up leaving Lori with the impression that Todd was going to be one tired puppy. Lori pulled her robe tight and started for the family room. Ricky was waiting for her—with a surprise. He sat on the couch. He wore nothing but a towel, and the towel looked as if it covered a tent pole. She stopped and stared, and he smiled. Despite her recent orgasm, she felt a stirring. What about that erection made her melt? Why did she lick her lips every time she saw it? It was amazing. Her nipples automatically began to swell. "Come here, mom," he said. She moved until she stood directly in front of him. That tent pole pointing right at her. "On your knees," he said. She hesitated but a moment before she slid to her knees in front of him. While she wasn't at sure she was doing the right thing, she didn't have the will to resist. Ever since she had first seen and handled him, she become more and more enamored of him, of that tent pole. It was like the ancient totem of some tribe. She thought she might come to worship it. He pulled aside the towel and revealed his erection. She smiled. He looked so good to her, so smooth and hard and alive. Perhaps that's why she like it so much. This was life, a giver of life. Every woman needed one in order to have life inside. No wonder, women wanted them more and more. He rubbed his thumb over the tip and beckoned her forward. As she bent down, he pushed up. That first brush against her lips sent a chill down her spine. This was truly as sexy as anything she had ever dreamed off, sucking on her son's erection. She opened her mouth and took a bit of him, sucking, licking. Oh yes, this was every bit as hot as any fantasy she had ever concocted. She moved up and down on him, using tongue and teeth and lips and all the while she knew she was making herself aroused. She licked up one side and down the other, and her tongue had never felt so useful. "Like it, mom," he asked. "Like little Ricky's shaft? Like to suck on it, lick it, play with it? Is this what mom wondered about, how Ricky would feel in her mouth? How big and hard he was, how he would fill her mouth with pulsating cock? Did mom dream about her son? Did mom wonder and get wet and peek to see if he was hard in the morning? Did mom know that if she ever touched it or sucked it, she would go crazy on it? Did mom know that giving her son a blow job would be the hottest thing she had ever managed to do? Did mom know that tonguing her son would turn her knees to jelly and her will to mush? Did she know that the more she had, the more she would want? Will mom be a slut for her son's stiff rod? Will she think about it day and night and want it all the time? Will she do just about anything to get her mouth on it? Will she never tire of sucking off little Ricky? I bet mom knows that it's addictive, that going down on little Ricky is better than cocaine or heroin. This will make her feel so good she'll want to do it every day and night. It will wake her up and put her to sleep. She'll think about it at work and smile as her panties get damp. Mom knows she loves doing Ricky this way, loves having him." Her mouth full of him, Lori couldn't answer, but he was telling the truth. She did love doing this on him, for him, to him. She did love the feel of him in her mouth on her lips. She did know that the more she did, the more she wanted. She had the feeling she would never get enough of him, enough of this. She knew that she had been dreaming of this, and had wanted it. Perhaps not in any overt way, but in the deepest recesses of her mind, she had kept this dream alive and well. He spoke the truth. The more she got, the more she wanted. The excitement was like nothing she had ever done before. She licked and sucked and bobbed and pumped, and every move made her want more. "That feels so good, mom," Ricky continued. "I bet it feels good for you too. I bet it makes your nipples hard and your pussy wet. I bet it turns you on like nothing you could ever think of, being naughty with little Ricky, your son. Oh yes, mom, I bet it's the most wicked thing you've ever done or want to do. Suck off Ricky like a mom slut. Isn't that it, mom? Isn't that what you really want, to be a slut for Ricky's hard shaft? You want nothing more than to eat Ricky's semen, suck him dry and swallow all that hot Ricky goo. Mom the whore for her son. Oh, yessss, mommy, that's exactly what you want, what makes you pant." His voice drove her ever harder, ever faster. Yes, yes, she did want all the things he was saying to her. She was those things. She was his, his for this rod she bobbed up and down on, this shaft she choked with her fingers, licked and bit. She wanted every inch of him, every bit of iron in soft skin, every pulse of hot blood. She couldn't think of anything beyond getting him to shoot. If she could do that...well, that would be better than anything. And while she had managed that while he slept, this was the first time with both awake, and that would make it so special. It would be special for both of them, something neither would ever forget, something both would want, would desire in ways they could never desire anything else. Taboo and naughty and so full of energy, it would stay with them long after all the other sex had faded from memory. "It's going to shoot, mom. It's going to shoot for you, in your mouth. Little Ricky is going to cum so you can swallow him. You want that, mom. You want that more than you can imagine. You want it like you never wanted anything in your life. You want it like a junkie wants a fix. You want it with every fiber of your soul. Little Ricky's hot cum for mommy. Mommy gets to taste and swallow and fulfill her best wish. Yes, mommy, it's cumming. Yessssssss." She sucked harder and pumped and felt the glorious thrust of his tool. His hot man stuff came in spurts, coating her mouth. She stroked him up and down, milking him. It felt so good, so right, so hot and erotic. She kept it up until he was empty, until she had everything Ricky could give. Then, she pulled back and swallowed, swallowed so he could see. He would know just how much his mommy loved doing this, loved taking his load. Oh yes, she wanted him to know exactly how she felt, how much she desired. He smiled and covered himself and pulled her to him. His kiss was the best one she had ever had. Homework and dinner occupied the rest of the evening, but Lori looked in on him before she went to bed. He slept soundly, snoring softly. She automatically looked for an erection and was disappointed not to find one. Still, he was untroubled, and that was good. She too slept well—and her dreams were full of Ricky. All the next day, Lori fought to keep her mind on her work. More and more, her mind turned to Ricky, to a naked Ricky who had worked her so hard with his fingers, who had shot twice for her, who had made her insane with lust. She shoved the images and memories from her mind, but they kept creeping back in. In the middle of a conversation, she would remember how he filled her mouth. While typing on her PC, she grew moist from imagined fingers. At lunch, her nipples got so hard Denise asked if her story about the personal trainer was making Lori hot. No, not the personal trainer. Lori couldn't share what did swell her nipples and make her squirm. That wouldn't be the thing to tell Denise. Denise could never keep a secret. All afternoon, Lori fought a losing battle with her desires. The memories became more and more bold as the day wore on. She wore her jacket to hide nipples poking at her blouse. As had become her habit, she stayed late and logged into the net. Her effort was rewarded as SONSTROKE sent her a message. SONSTROKE: Hey, mom, how goes it? KNOWINGMOM: Good, you? SONSTROKE: Great. My mom gave me a blow job last night. KNOWINGMOM: For real? SONSTROKE: Oh yes, as real as it gets. KNOWINGMOM: And was it good? SONSTROKE: The best ever. It was fantastic. KNOWINGMOM: Lucky boy. SONSTROKE: Well, she was lucky too. I finger fucked her till she came all over my hand. KNOWINGMOM: Oh my, and did that turn you on? SONSTROKE: Yes, I was sucking her nipple while I fingered her, and it was unbelievable. She gushed like an oil well. KNOWINGMOM: You must have done a good job. SONSTROKE: I did exactly what she asked for, and she kept thrusting harder and harder. I thought she might break my wrist. KNOWINGMOM: She must really want you. SONSTROKE: And I want her. She gave me a blow job after that. She has a mouth like a Dust Devil vacuum. I came and she swallowed. It was incredibly erotic. KNOWINGMOM: She must love your tool. SONSTROKE: I guess she does. Would you do that for your son? KNOWINGMOM: Yes, I would. I think it would be soooo hot. SONSTROKE: I bet he wants it too. All guys want it. KNOWINGMOM: From mom? SONSTROKE: Especially from mom. Next time, I'm going to fuck her mouth. KNOWINGMOM: Ohhhh, that sounds hot. You dream of that? SONSTROKE: I want to grab the slut's hair and stroke in and out and watch her eyes get big. KNOWINGMOM: Can she take it all? SONSTROKE: I don't know. We'll find out. LOL KNOWINGMOM: I bet she wants to. I bet she wants it over and over again. Think you can satisfy her? SONSTROKE: I'll do my best. I like the idea of doing her all night. KNOWINGMOM: Maybe you should surprise her. SONSTROKE: Surprise her how? KNOWINGMOM: Slip into bed with her in the middle of the night. Poke her awake. LOL SONSTROKE: That would be something, wouldn't it. I bet we'd both like that. KNOWINGMOM: I'm sure you both would. What are you going to do when she gets home tonight? SONSTROKE: Nothing. KNOWINGMOM: Nothing? Why not? SONSTROKE: I'll wait and see if she wants it. KNOWINGMOM: I bet she does. SONSTROKE: Well, we'll find out. LOL KNOWINGMOM: You have something planned? SONSTROKE: Maybe. KNOWINGMOM: You're very wicked. SONSTROKE: Almost as wicked as mom. After a few more minutes, Lori logged off. As she walked to her car, she wondered what kind of surprise Ricky had in store? She quivered with desire and anticipation. What was he planning for mommy? What was his surprise? She told herself to focus on driving. An accident would spoil the entire evening. When she walked into the kitchen from the garage, she half expected Ricky to leap out from behind the fridge with his shaft at full attention. Instead, she found the blinds drawn and a candle burning in the middle of the table. A perfume scent filled the air which made her smile. Someone had gone to a bit of trouble for her. She continued into a family room that was set up like the kitchen, drapes drawn, candles burning on the tables, perfume in the air. The TV was on, locked onto a picture of what appeared to be the chair in Ricky's room. Not knowing exactly what was going on, she picked up the remote sitting next to a candle and hit the 'play' button. The screen began to move. Into the picture came Ricky—buck naked. He slipped into his chair and faced the camera. His hands immediately went to his semi-erect member. He grinned and started talking. "Hi, mommy. I wanted to make a movie for you, a very special movie. I wanted to show you just how much Ricky likes his mommy. So, I borrowed this digital video camera. I hope the movie Ricky is making for his mommy is exactly what she wants." Lori's hand went to her throat as she stared at the picture. He looked even bigger on camera as his erection blossomed. His body looked so strong and sleek and smooth, but her eyes were always drawn to what he was stroking, what he played with. She felt her nipples swell for the umpteenth time that day. Every time she thought about it, she was turned on. Some chemicals in her brain were telling her body to get ready for sex. "You know all guys to this, mommy, and almost all of them start by thinking about their moms. They see mommy naked or in a bra and panties, and they get turned on, and then they automatically do this. Mostly they sneak it, hiding it from everyone. But this is for you. This is what little Ricky does while dreaming of mommy." Her mouth opened slightly, and her tongue flicked across her lips. She stood there staring, feeling herself warm. She knew those sex hormones were kicking in, steaming through her blood stream, heating up the plumbing, stoking the furnace for what was to come. While she had never been a fan of porn, she found this video captivating. Her son, her Ricky was jerking off for the camera and telling her exactly why and how. He was doing it for mommy in more than way. She dropped her purse as one hand slid across her tummy and between her legs. She immediately began to rub herself. "I've seen you in that black push-up you wear. I've seen how your breasts almost fall out of it, and it's so sexy I almost cream my pants every time. When I can, I try to catch you in that bra and those French cut panties. You look so good I want to scream. I get so hard I can barely walk. The head of my penis feels on fire. After I see you I always do this, mommy. I always come back to my room and start stroking. When you're not home, I use these." Knowing Mom Ch. 03 She gasped as he reached down and grabbed a bra and panties, black and silky. He showed them to the camera. "See these, mom? I sneak into your drawer and grab some and I use them on myself." She watched as he began to rub himself with the panties, the bra, playing with both the lingerie and himself. She could tell by the way he performed that he had done this before. "Have any idea how good this feels? Have any idea how many times I've closed my eyes and dreamed about sliding this thing past these panties and inside you? How many times I've felt it slip along the silk, pushing it into your groove, making us both incredibly hot, a thin membrane of silk separating mom and Ricky. Black silk, mom's black silk and Ricky's solid pole." She didn't hear him or see him. She was standing there, mesmerized by the video when his hands encircled her. She didn't bother to turn. She knew who it was before his voice whispered in her ear—"welcome home, mommy." Her breath caught, and she shivered as one hand massaged her breast. She kept watching as the other hand hiked up her skirt, and she felt that hard shaft slide along her ass, along those silk panties, like the ones in the video. Oh, it felt so good, slipping along and between her legs. Oh my, did it feel good. She watched the video and felt the shaft even as he began to unbutton her blouse. "I like to wait until you're gone," he continued on tape. "That way I can do this for a long time. I can close my eyes and see you and pretend you're wearing the panties. I can pretend you feel me on your silk, and you moan. You moan and beg me to rub a little harder. Want me to rub harder, mom? Need Ricky to rub harder on you, a bit of friction on those silk drawers? Need to feel the silk-covered head push against your clit? Need the softness and the slipperiness? I dream you do. I dream you pant and beg, needing all of Ricky's prick." She stared and felt it slide along her, and she did feel the silk covered head teasing her. She felt the long shaft along her bottom. His hands found her breasts, her nipples and twirled them, making her moan. She liked feeling him from behind, between her legs, her ass tight against him. She loved it. She loved his hands and fingers and his tongue on her nape. As he worked behind her, she felt her body loosen, grow wet and relaxed. The silk felt so good on her. Why hadn't she had this dream before? On screen, Ricky took his time. He toyed with the silk, running it over his body, poking at it with his erection. She watched, noting how happy he looked to be using her lingerie in such a fashion, a fashion she had never dreamed of. When she missed lingerie, she simply thought they were in the wash. She never dreamed he had used them to arouse himself, to masturbate with. His fingers reached down and pulled aside her panties, and she held her breath. What came next was the head of his shaft sliding inside her. Oh, oh, oh, it felt so good, so right. She tilted her hips, and he lifted her slightly to let more of it inside. Yes, yes, she took it, still watching the screen. She had never felt any man so completely, so willingly. And best of all, this was Ricky, taking her from behind, taking mommy from behind. "Can you see, mom? Can you see what you do to me? I'm like this all the time around you? And not just when you're in lingerie. Remember when you were feeling a bit under the weather and you stayed in your pj's one Saturday? I remember. You didn't know it, but I was watching you all day. When I made you chicken noodle soup, when I got you cokes, when I changed the TV for you. I snuck in a lot of peeks, and well, I jerked off four times that day. Every time I turned around, I was hard again. I'd go upstairs and grab your panties and cum while you watched TV downstairs. It was incredible. I'm like that all the time." She felt him lift her off her feet and settle her on him. He was so strong. She slid down his shaft, gravity burying it deep inside. For a moment, she couldn't breathe. Then, he bounced her up and down, jamming it even deeper, and she gasped. Every bounce drove it into her, every bounce made her want more. She was riding up and down on his rod, using his power and gravity, and every stroke made her want more. He moved backwards until he sank onto a chair with no arms. She rode him, spread, him bouncing her on his lap like some little girl. She couldn't begin to tell him how good he felt, driving that thick pole into her, even as she watched the TV, where he was starting to pant as he jerked off into her panties. He picked her up and rammed her down so hard she thought she might faint. But it felt so good, better than anything she had ever had, better than any man or toy or anything. "Do it again," she gasped. "Do it again. Harder. I want to feel it as far as it can go. Do me, Ricky, do mommy hard. She loves this. She loves having Ricky inside her. Oh god, that feels so good, so right. Do mommy, Ricky, do mommy like she's never been done before. Fuck mommy, Ricky, fuck mommy good." He grunted each time he skewered her on his rod. She moaned and begged for more. Her breasts bounced each time, her nipples so hard they pained her. Still, she asked for more, for Ricky to do her with everything he had. She had never ridden anything that felt so good, that made her want more like this. She wanted him to make her sore, to wear her out, to drive his stake in until she fainted. She watched the screen where he pumped faster and harder, ready to cum, and she knew she was ready too, but she held off, wanting him to use her. He twisted her on him, and a small scream escaped her lips. Again and again and again he slammed her down, twisted and tilting and bending until she was digging her nails into her palms to counteract the exquisite pain. She felt she was being hammered on him, pricked by him over and over, deep and hard and with more vigor than she had ever had before. "Harder," she gasped. "Fuck mommy as hard as you can. Mommy wants you so bad, so much, do her. Do her and do her and do her. Yes, baby, do mommyyyy." On screen, he came with a grunt, and she could see the spurts hitting her silk panties. That was sexy, but it was nothing like what he was doing to her, ramming her and twisting her like a doll on a spit. He rammed her down and reached around to pinch her clit. She screamed, a wonderful scream, and with the scream she came. She clamped and held, and he came at the same time, shooting up into her. She could feel him shudder, feel the hot semen inside her. He held her clit pinched while her orgasm rocked through her. She was his toy, his plaything, his doll, and she came as if on cue. He felt so good, so strong, his goo warm inside. She held him long after he stopped shooting, until he began to soften. Then, he lifted her off and turned her so she was facing him. She sat on his thighs, both winded from the pounding. She kissed him, a long tender kiss. After, she pushed her nipple into his mouth and let him suck. He felt so good. She fondled his spent penis. She loved it. Behind her, the screen went to snow. She kissed him again, and the doorbell rang. Knowing Mom Ch. 04 Lori was still kissing Ricky when the doorbell rang. She considered not answering, but she had left the garage door up. The person at the door knew someone was home. She rearranged her clothes as she went to the door, leaving Ricky to clean up the family room. With a final run of fingers through her hair, she opened the door. Marie smiled back. "It's not working," Marie said. With her own smile, Lori stepped out onto the stoop. "Tell me," Lori answered. "He wants to do it all the time. I mean, all the time. Whenever I'm home, he wants to jack off for me. He wants to see me play with my tits while he jerks it. You said he would get tired of it, but he doesn't. Every hour, he's hard and pumping. He uses lotion so it won't get sore. Have any idea how that sounds when he's doing it?" "Like the real thing?" "Like a juicy real thing. God, have any idea what that does to me?" Lori had a very good idea how Marie might react, but Lori was keeping that opinion to herself. "It's unnerving," Marie continued. "I sit there playing with my tits while he cums all over me. In my hair, in my mouth, on my tits. After a couple times, there's not much left in him, but he doesn't care. He just wants to get the feeling. He loves it, and he loves watching me while he does it." "But it bothers you." "It turns me on. Have any idea what kind of sex I could get out of him? Three, four times a day, I'd be sore too. And don't think that doesn't come to mind. It would for any woman, right?" "Right." "It's crazy. I sit there all turned on, as wet as an April shower, and watch my son jack off over and over. It's all I can do to keep from grabbing him, pulling him to the floor and fucking him till his eyes roll back in his head. "But the worst part, the worst part is how he taunts me. You see, while he's doing it, he's talking to me. He's telling me how hot I look, how turned on. He tells me my nipples are perfect and hard and begging to be sucked, that when I pinch them for him I sort of moan. I don't, but he tells me I do. He tells me that he knows I want to fuck him, to lay him down on the carpet and ride him until I yodel like a cowgirl with her favorite horse. He knows I dream about having him between my thighs, hammering home his wonderful shaft. I want to wrap my legs around him and hump him for hours. I want to hump my son and take his semen for my own. He baits me. He smiles and tells me how much he wants to fuck my wet pussy, and he knows I want him. When I threaten him, he stops—for a while. He calls me a bitch and a slut, a mom-slut who is dying to have sex with her own son. And you know what, I am." Lori could see the suffering in Marie's face. Marie faced something in herself, some dilemma. She was caught between all the emotion and what she knew was right. Lori wanted to admit she had solved her own dilemma, but that comfort couldn't be expressed. "Do you have something to use on yourself?" Lori asked. "Oh, I masturbate, almost as much as him. But it doesn't seem to help. The more I do it, the more I want. Does that make sense? And I want a real one, not something made out of plastic." "A date?" "I thought about that, but I'm afraid of it. I'm afraid I'd be with some man and secretly dream of my son. Is that crazy or what?" "You're trapped." "I am trapped. When I'm at work, I find myself thinking of him, of his tool, how he slathers it with lotion and pumps for me. I hear that wet, sucking sound, and I get wet. Is that nuts or what?" "What do you think you should do?" Marie took a deep breath. "I don't know. I'm afraid that if I keep this up, I'll give in and fuck him like a sailor on shore leave. He tells me that's what I really want to do, take him to bed and use him for my toy. He says I want to tie him down and blindfold him and play with him for days. And you know what, that doesn't sound so bad. But I can't do it." "You're going to have to do something." "I know. It's driving me crazy. Any ideas?" "My last one didn't turn out so well." "That's not your fault. I'm a mom-slut." She laughed. "I wish I had your will power. Wish me luck." "Good luck." They hugged, and Marie left. As Lori watched her drive off, she wondered just how Marie would cope with her growing need. Lori had her own growing need too, and she had the proof between her legs. She hadn't forgotten how good that felt. Ricky was in his room. In trunks, he was reading when Lori entered. "Good job on the family room," she said. "Thanks. Was that Todd's mom?" "Has Todd been confiding in you?" A sheepish look came to his face. "He says she loves watching." "Did he tell you how often he's doing it for her?" "Every chance he gets. He thinks it's making her horny." "It is, but don't you tell him that." "I think he knows, and he's doing all kinds of things to help it." "He is, like what?" "Like disabling her vibrator." "He what?" "He figured that if she couldn't get off, she'd want him more." "The little sneak. And did you try that? You know I have one. You've been through my drawers." He blushed. "And did you try it?" "No, no," he protested. "I didn't. I was curious but not that curious." She looked at him, at his package, and she felt a sudden urge. Something about him simply turned her on in a way she had never known before. Desire flared up inside her. "Come with me," she said. She led him to her room where she told him to lie on the bed. Then, she stripped. Not slowly, not fast, just normal, and as she did, she watched him grow. The snake was alive and well and waiting. Naked, she opened her bureau drawer and removed her vibrator. Looking at him growing, she flicked it on. The familiar hum filled the room. With catlike grace she moved onto the bed. She smiled and handed him the vibrator before she slipped onto her back. "Do me," she said. He looked from the vibrator to her naked body, and she told him to start with her breasts, her nipples. As he leaned forward, she closed her eyes and waited for the first delicious touch of the humming vibrator. It was exquisite. The tip of the vibrator touched her relaxed nipple, and the shock ran the length of her body. The nipple immediately began to inflate, rising to the stimulus of the thing teasing it. She told him to take his time, to play, to tease, to draw and trace. She was in no hurry, and neither was the vibrator. She wanted it to last a while, allow her to sink into the experience. The vibrator was an animal on her skin, a humming, quivering little beast that roamed all over her. Up, down, around, over, across, the animal traced and tripped and stimulated. From the tip of her nipple to the base of her breast, the thing cavorted and gamboled. Wherever it touched, it left an electric trail, a bit of vibration that seeped through her skin into her flesh where it echoed and reverberated. Each pass reinforced the vibration, sending the tiny waves deeper and deeper. It was as if her entire body began to pulse with the creature, returning the hum in harmonic convergence. All over her breasts the crying thing paused and raced and trotted and slunk, sometimes pressing hard, sometimes barely touching, an angel and an ogre. Sometimes it would press hard, compressing her breast and getting louder in her ears. Sometimes, it would make almost no contact, the humming faint and far away. And ever changing, the thing delighted her, stoked her, fueled the fire inside her. She directed the symphony of vibrations, calling for a tuba here, a violin there, brass and percussion, all melding into a sex soaked performance. She had never done herself like this, never had anyone do it for her. She couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. When she could no longer stand the anticipation, she told him to move lower. The creature traipsed across her abdomen and through the clipped patch of hair and licked her lips. She shivered and directed, and let the lover play. And it did play. It touched and flicked and probed and entered and exited and spun and twirled, and always it hummed, sending that never varying wave into her. She concentrated on the feeling, the satisfaction, the depth and width and stimulation. Why did it feel so much better when Ricky did it to her? Why was this the best the thing had ever felt? He was using it on her, in her, doing her as she wanted to be done, and because it was her son, her little Ricky, it was better than any time she had used it on herself. She was game for it, for him, for what he was doing to her, for taking her body higher and higher in an ever rising dance of sex and heat. The thing, Ricky's animal hounded her clit. It touched and pressed and caressed and kissed and rubbed with its silky hum. She felt herself meet the animal's challenge, her body doing its own hum, its own vibration. It seemed as if every part of her marched to the same tone, a tone that had penetrated her brain as well as her body. At her behest, the creature began to fuck her. In and out, in and out, around and around, the thing fucked her with the precision and strength she needed. More, it was Ricky using it on her. Ricky fucked his mom with a tool that turned her into a wanton slattern in need of more and more. She pressed him to do more, to use his strength, to make the beast please her as it had never pleased her before. In and out, in and out, Ricky breathing hard as he spread her and used her and listened to her moans. Yes, yes, yes, right there, harder, Ricky, harder. The pleas for more escaped her lips. Make mommy cum, baby, make mommy cum. She couldn't help herself. The little beast drove her mad with sheer fervor, with a desire for more. The harder he thrust, the more she wanted, needed. She felt perspiration slide down her sides. Her hips thrust against his power. Her brain seemed overloaded with that single tone, that hum. It was better than any mantra ever invented, made more potent by little Ricky. It was the heartbeat of an electrical creature, a rate she was trying to match. Ever deeper, ever harder, Ricky used her, and she used the creature. She begged him for more for a release she had to have. He had to fuck mommy, and fuck her again and again. She ordered it, she begged for it, she moaned and gasped when it came. She needed it in a way she had never needed anything. And then, it happened, exactly what she had been waiting for. The clamp, the release, the flood of heat and moisture, the little death. It came with the hum, with the tone, and it held her in its grasp for some moments. She breathed, her sight returned, and she relaxed even as Ricky fell back on the bed, as exhausted as she. The vibrating animal remained inside, but it was tame now, harmless, and it felt so right she let the thing hide in her cave. That night, she slept without dreams. At work, Lori was becoming more and more distracted. Despite her best efforts, her mind drifted back to Ricky, to his shaft, to the vibrator, to what she had him do to her. Every time her mind wandered, she felt a rush of heat, her body automatically reacting to the images in her mind. It was the best daydream she had ever had. But she had to push it away. If she didn't, she would end up rubbing herself at her desk. Lunch distracted her. She attended a going away lunch for one their employees, and it was fun. It also drew her mind away from Ricky. Still, she was anxious as everyone left and she logged onto the net. She licked her lips as she looked for SONSTROKE. But he wasn't there. She waited 30 minutes before she logged off. What had happened to him? Had she not been distracted she might have noticed the person sitting inside her car before she was halfway across the lot. By the time she did notice, she was in no-man's land. She stopped and stared. Someone was in the front seat, and that shouldn't be. She always locked her car. Swallowing hard, she started to back up. She reached into her purse for her phone when the door popped open. "Hi, mom," Ricky said. "You," she said as she started for the car. "What are you doing here?" "I thought you'd like some company." She smiled. She wanted company more than he could ever know. She nodded for him to follow, and she headed for the office. She held the door as he slipped past. Then, she locked it. She didn't want interruptions. She followed him into the office and sat on her desk, facing him. He grinned. "Take it out," she said. He unbuckled, unzipped, and let his pants fall to the floor. Then, he jerked down his shorts, and there it was, the thing she had dreamed about all day. Even as she stared, it grew, filling with blood and desire. It looked wonderful to her, thick and hard and pink and ready. She literally salivated as she watched. Then, she hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and spread her legs. She waved him forward, grabbing his face and kissing him hard even as she guided him inside. God, he tasted and felt wonderful. Then, she began to fuck him. She grabbed his ass and rammed him home as she wrapped her legs around him. She whispered in his ear that she wanted a quick, hard fuck, a slam-bam fuck. She was in no mood for niceties or foreplay. She wanted it hard and deep and fast. She needed it that way. Not only was it dangerous to do it in her office, but her body craved it quick and hard. She wanted it more like a rape, a hit and run. She wanted to be taken and used by little Ricky, made to like it by little Ricky. As if caught in her office and forced, she wanted him to hammer her for a few minutes, until he came in a rush. It might not be satisfying, but it was what she wanted, a quickie. She whispered and urged, telling him to fuck mommy hard, to make mommy his bitch, to cum in her no matter whether she was ready or not. Yes, baby, yes, hard in mommy. Cum quick, cum hard, treat mommy like the tramp she is, like the tramp she'll always be for your thick cock. She dug her fingernails into his back and humped with him. The desk was hard on her ass, and he was hard in front of her, and it hurt some, but it was a good hurt, the best hurt. She knew that at any moment someone might catch them, and that added to the naughtiness of it all. Not only was she locked onto her son, but they were in her office, doing it on her desk. Nothing was sacred. And he was doing her like a stranger, like a man who wanted to use her for his own brief pleasure. She urged, and she suddenly understood how some women liked the idea of sex with strangers, of being forced to accept a man, of being used. She wondered how many women entertained the idea of being raped by their son, of being held and fucked, used like a slut off the street. How many, not that it mattered. She understood that she wanted it this way, that she would have it this way. She pulled him tighter and squeezed with her thighs, whispering that he should pound mommy, that he should shoot fast. Mommy wanted him to explode, to use her quick on her own desk. To fuck her in her office, to show her that he would fuck her anywhere at any time, whenever and wherever he wished. That she would take it and like it no matter how long it lasted or where it happened. Yes, baby, yes, do it now. And he did. With a pump and a rush and a yell, he came, shooting into her. She wasn't ready, she didn't match him, but that didn't matter. She milked him and whispered in his ear how good it felt. Oh yes, it was wicked and good and hard and fast and in a place where they might get caught. It was delicious. And when he was done, she didn't hold him. She told him to get dressed. They were going home, and when they got there, she would want satisfaction. He had better be ready. She watched him drive away before she started her engine. Lori was half way home when her cell phone rang. "Are you on your way home?" Marie asked. "Tell me you are because I'm going crazy, and I need to talk to you. Hell, I need a place to hide. If I go home, he'll be there with it in his hands, ready for me. I don't think I can handle that today." "I'm on my way," Lori answered. "Let yourself in and wait for me. We'll talk." "You're a lifesaver." "Hang in there." Lori hung up and wondered how she might help her friend. Obviously, Marie was collapsing before her son's onslaught. It was only a matter of time before Marie succumbed, and then she would despise her own weakness. Marie hadn't yet reached the point where she would be OK with sex with her son—unlike Lori. She grabbed her phone and dialed. "Ricky, listen," she began, "Marie should be waiting when you get there. She's a bit strung out, so offer her a glass of wine. I'm going to call and say I'm delayed. When I do, I want you to seduce her." "What?!" "Trust me, she wants sex with a teenager in the worst way, and you're safer than Todd. I don't think it will be difficult. Come on to her and give her a great fuck." "Mom—" "Don't worry, I'll be close by. Do it right, and she'll be very grateful." Lori laughed. "We all will." She killed the connection and headed for home. She wasn't quite sure what she would find when she got there, but she knew it would be interesting. What exactly would Marie do with little Ricky? Lori found herself a bit turned on by the possibility. What indeed? She parked around the corner from the house and walked. She stopped when she saw Marie's car parked alongside Ricky's. She phoned and told Ricky she would be a while...traffic. She almost laughed at the excuse, but she didn't dare. She asked if Ricky had given Marie a glass of wine, and he said she was on her second. Perfect. Lori hung up and moved cautiously toward the rear of the house. She let herself in through the utility room door, and she was as quiet as she knew how to be. As soon as she closed the door and slipped off her shoes, she heard Marie giggle in the family room. Lori wasn't exactly sure what the giggle meant, but it was a good giggle, not a bad one. Lori moved silently through the kitchen and peeked into the family room. Marie and Ricky were dancing without music. Lori took the opportunity to slip between the couch and the wall and wait. "Shouldn't you put on some music," Marie giggled. "I mean, it's harder to teach without music," "I have a confession to make," Ricky answered. "Remember a month ago when I spent the night with Todd at your house?" "Yes." "Well, I couldn't sleep. So, I crept out of the room and started for the kitchen to get something to eat. For some reason, I stopped by your room and looked in." "What did you see?" "You were asleep on the bed in your slip or whatever, and the moon was shining through the window, and you looked all silvery, like a goddess. Your hair was spread out around your face, and you looked so happy, so content, so beautiful. I've never forgotten that image. Your body folded and yet open, those...er...breasts in the silver light. I must have stared at you for five minutes." "I, I never knew." "How could you. Can I confess one more thing?" "What?" "I don't know if I should admit this." "Go on." "I got the biggest hard on you've ever seen. Mammoth, solid as rock. I couldn't help it. It just came up." "And?" "Well, I had to do something about it, didn't I?" Marie laughed. "I know exactly." "And every time I think about that night...well, feel what it does to me?" Lori couldn't stand any more and as carefully as she knew how, she slipped under a table and peeked. Marie and Ricky still swayed in the middle of the room, but where his hands were around her, she had one hand on Ricky's crotch. Lori knew absolutely what Marie was feeling. As she watched, Ricky leaned in and kissed her, a long kiss, his hands kneading her ass. When they stopped, she moaned in a way that made Lori half jealous. Then, he began to unbutton her blouse. Knowing Mom Ch. 04 "No," Marie protested weakly. "Your mom is coming." "She won't be here for an hour," he replied and continued to open her blouse. As soon as it parted, he began to nuzzle her breasts. "Suck them," she said. "Suck them hard." He bared her chest and began to suck on her, making her moan and throw her head back. "Oh god, that feels sooo good," she said. "No one's done that for a long time. Harder, baby, bite them. Oh yes, yes, yes, that's so good." Lori watched as Marie unbuckled and unzipped and pulled out Ricky's hard penis. Even as Ricky sucked, Marie stroked, her hands moving up down what obviously made her excited. "I want you to fuck me," Marie said as she pulled Ricky to the carpet. "I want you to go deep. Penetration, lots of penetration." She lay back, pulled off her panties and pulled up her skirt. Ricky stared at her a moment. "Do me," Marie begged. "Do me." He slipped between her legs, and as soon as he touched her, she moaned loudly. She grabbed his ass and pulled him deep, already beginning to gyrate against him. "Fuck me, Ricky, fuck me hard. Use me, use all of me." Lori listened as Marie urged and begged, her pleading mixed with the wet, sucking sounds of his shaft going in and out, in and out. He was using all of her, all of himself, sliding it in and out and around and all over as she moved to meet him. She was no passive female. She moved and squirmed, making him touch her in places that made her moan. As her fever grew, she became more animated, begging him to skewer her, to split her in two, to ram it hard and deep. Under the table, Lori rubbed her hard nipples, realizing she was turned on by the spectacle. For some reason, she liked watching Ricky fuck Marie. She was proud of him, of his rod, of his ability to turn Marie into a frenetic sex machine. She liked how it sounded, how it smelled, how Marie was lost in the sex, incapable of thinking about anything else. She didn't care that it was Ricky or that Lori was on the way or anything but her need to orgasm, to climax there in the family room. Lori knew about those lost moments, those times when hormones drowned logic, and all she ever wanted to do was have sex. Those moments were rare, too rare, but she understood them. She understood how good Marie was feeling and how much she needed Ricky's solid shaft. And that made Lori wet with desire. Watching sex always did that. "Do me from behind," Marie said as she slid out from under him and climbed to her knees. She laid her head on the carpet and stuck her cute, little butt up for him. "Like a dog," she said. "Fuck me like a dog." Lori watched as Ricky moved in from behind and slipped inside Marie. He began to stroke, rocking her with every thrust, making her moan with delight Yes, oh yes, he was doing her so good, just right. She begged him to hammer her, fuck her like the little bitch she was. She wanted all of him, over and over. She wanted him to keep going. "Don't stop," she gasped. "Don't stop." Sweat was running down Ricky's face, but he didn't stop. He kept stroking, pumping, his hips moving back and forth, seeming to grow stronger with every Marie moan. He was slamming her, pumping as deep and hard as he could go, and she was pushing against him, working to get ever more. She was his 'dog', and he had to do her sooo good. And then, right then she orgasmed. Lori could tell. She saw the legs tense, and that little ass squeeze, and she knew Marie was getting what she really wanted. Moments of silence ensued as Marie's orgasm played out. Lori wanted to shout or yell or moan, but she didn't dare. She watched as Ricky kept going like a piston in an engine, as Marie settled into the rhythm. "Your turn," Marie said. "Cum in me, Ricky, cum in me." Lori watched as Ricky stroked half a dozen more times, so hard she thought he might strain a muscle. Then he slammed it home, held her tight, his ass convulsing as he shot into her. Lori knew he couldn't have much, not after the office, but what he had left, he was inserting in Marie. From the look on Marie's face, she loved it. Then, they fell apart. Ricky rolled over on the floor. Marie moved slowly, carefully, and the first thing she did was kiss Ricky's rapidly deflating erection. She kissed it and licked it and then kissed his lips. Her breasts brushed his, and Lori noted her swollen nipples. If Lori had to guess, she'd say Marie was good for another go around or two—had there been time. Instead, she told Ricky she had to freshen up before his mom came home, and with a last squeeze of his penis, she grabbed her panties and ran upstairs. Lori crawled out from behind the couch and smiled at Ricky who smiled back. "Good job," she said. "That was sexy. Was it good?" "Not as good as you." She laughed. "Better not be. I have to go." She rubbed his penis and rose to her feet. "Save some of that for mom." With a smile, she slipped through the kitchen and out the door. A few minutes later, she pulled into the drive. When she entered the house, she found Marie in the family room, flushed but put back together. Ricky was gone. "Sorry I'm so late," Lori said. "I hope Ricky didn't leave you all alone." "He just went upstairs," Marie answered. "And he was quite entertaining." "He can be at times. He can be." Marie left a few minutes later, and oddly, she didn't complain about Todd once. Lori found Ricky on his bed, headphones on, eyes closed, perhaps asleep. But that didn't keep her from poking him. "You had entirely too much fun," she said when he opened his eyes and removed his headphones. "Your turn," he replied. "My turn?" The doorbell rang. "That would be Todd," he said. "And I bet he's as horny as his mom." "What?" "I get to watch." "If you think..." His smug smirk mocked her. "Enjoy." Todd was already in the kitchen, retrieving a coke from the fridge when Lori walked in. "Hey, Ricky upstairs?" "He didn't call you? He just left. Had an errand across town." "But he called me a few minutes ago to come over." "I guess he forgot the errand." "Figures. Well, tell him I stopped by." "Wait." He looked at her, and he was a handsome young man. Not as handsome as Ricky, but the dark hair and blue eyes were a winning combination. His crooked smile needed a bit of work, and his laugh grated when he pushed it, but he was thin enough, strong enough. She supposed he attracted his fair share of girls. She hadn't examined him so closely before, and she knew what he did to his mother. "Could you give me some help?" she asked. "I want to move a chair in the family room." His look said he'd rather not, but he nodded. "Sure. Which one?" In the family room, she pointed to a chair. "I'd like it to the left about two feet." He grabbed the chair and lifted. "Need some help?" she asked. "I can get it." "You're very strong," she said. "Regular Samson." He moved the chair and looked at her. "That it?" She frowned. "Another foot." He grabbed the chair, and she went to help, bumping into him. "I can do it," he said and set down the chair a second time. "That's perfect," she said. "Great. Tell Ricky I was here." "Wait. I just remembered. I have something for your mother." He forced a smile. "Sure." In the kitchen, she grabbed his coke off the counter and spun, and making it look like an accident she splashed coke over his shirt and pants. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean—" "That's OK," he said, reaching for a towel. "Take them off," she said. He looked at her. "Take them off. I'll throw them in the washer before the stains set." "There's no need." "Nonsense. Take them off." He hesitated. "You are wearing underwear, aren't you?" He chuckled, emptied his pockets on the counter, and stripped off shirt and pants. He wore white briefs, and she had to admit he looked pretty good in them. She grabbed his clothes and headed for the washer, leaving him to fidget in the kitchen. It took only a minute to toss his clothes in the washer with some soap and return to the kitchen where she found him glancing around sheepishly. "You need some clothes," she said. "Come with me." She led him upstairs, assuming Ricky knew enough to avoid them. She was right. Ricky was nowhere in sight, but she didn't take Todd to Ricky's room. She took him to her room. From the closet, she retrieved a sweatshirt and tossed it to him. She knew it wasn't long enough to cover his briefs, which was exactly what she wanted. As he slipped on the sweatshirt, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. "Can I ask you a favor?" she said. "Sure." He stared at her breasts. "Could you unhook this bra? It's stuck or something." She came over and turned in front of him. "You know how it works, right?" "I think so." She felt him fumble with the hooks, and she leaned forward. "Need more light?" she asked. He leaned over with her, and she backed up a bit, managing to rub her ass against him. Not hard, barely touching, but still there. She could almost feel the blood pumping into his package, and she wanted to laugh. The hooks came undone in seconds, and he backed up a step as she straightened. She held her bra over her breasts and faced him. "Thank you so much." She looked hard at his briefs, and he was half hard already. He noticed her stare. "Take them off," she said. "What?" "Take off your underpants." He stared at her. "Take them off. Now." He looked torn, not knowing what to do. She stared into his eyes, and he gulped before he pulled down his briefs. She smiled before she pulled away her bra, letting him feast on her naked breasts. He stared, and his hand went immediately for his shaft. "Don't touch it," she said. He obeyed, and as she slipped out of her skirt and panties, she watched his rod grow and stiffen. No, he wasn't as big or as pretty as Ricky, but he was nice, very nice. She stepped forward and kissed him, feeling his hardness rub against her as her tongue explored his mouth. He had soft lips and a playful tongue. Her hardening nipples nuzzled his chest. "On the bed," she ordered. He scrambled onto the bed, removing his sweatshirt along the way. She looked at him, lying flat, his erection poking up like an obelisk. She grabbed it and squeezed hard. He moaned. She climbed onto the bed, kneeling over his face. Then, grabbing the headboard, she lowered herself to his mouth. "You know what to do," she said. "Do it." His tongue licked her, and she gasped. She hadn't realized how aroused she had become. And the fact that Ricky was watching made it even more erotic. She closed her eyes and concentrated on his tongue as it began to probe and lick and tease. He wasn't proficient or trained, but he was eager, his tongue opening her as he pushed and touched. When he hit a sensitive spot, she told him to stay there, to use it until she told him to move on. Despite his lack of skill, though, she grew wetter and hotter, more needy. She gripped the headboard and began to fuck his tongue, moving against him. She was in control, and the knowledge made her bold. She told him where to lick and nibble and suck. She made him suck her clit until she thought it might explode, but she didn't care or stop. She hoped Ricky was getting any eyeful. She hoped he was salivating and gripping his engorged rod as he watched her fuck Todd's tongue. That was a delicious thought. Ricky watching, excited and slightly jealous. She fucked Todd's tongue and face over and over. She rammed down him, teased him, rubbed herself all over him, and with every push, she drove herself nearer to orgasm. And she knew that when it came, she would gush all over his face, try to drown him. Her nipples ached. Her body burned. She ground down him, humping him until she couldn't stand it any more. Then, with a gasp, she came. She felt the gush of hot juice, the shudder wracking her body. She held onto the headboard for all she was worth as the spasms rippled through her. It was savory, exciting. She was cumming on Todd's face, and she liked it. When she released the headboard, her hands were shaking. The adrenaline rush left her almost weak. She glanced behind and saw Todd's cock waving, still hard and strong. With a little laugh, she moved back, grabbed it, and lowered herself onto it. After the tongue, it felt big, huge, hard and strong. She sank it into her, listening to Todd moan with pleasure. Then, she began to fuck him again. She rode up and down his hard shaft, and for the life of her, it felt so good she wanted to cry. After the tongue, it seemed even better, and she made sure to get as much of it as she could. Up and down, listening to him moan as she used him. He was her toy, her boy toy to fuck any way she wanted—and she wanted it all ways. "You like older women, don't you," she said. "Yes," he hissed. "You like fucking moms, don't you." "Yes." "You're a nasty son who loves fucking mommy." "Yesssssssss." "You've wanted to fuck moms since you turned eighteen, haven't you." "Oh yes." She rode him, fucking his shaft, knowing she was driving him to the brink of shooting. And it felt right to her, so good she wondered if she had been destined for this. "Every night you fantasize about fucking mom as you jerk off in bed." "Every night." "You love taboo stories and ideas." "I want to fuck mom." "You're a dirty boy beating off whenever you see mom in her underwear." "Yes, mom." "You'd do anything to fuck mom, wouldn't you." "Yes." "Whenever you think of it, you get hard, even when you're walking around. You think of fucking mommy, and your cock gets fat and hard." "All the time." "Sometimes, you go out the parking lot and beat off in your car. You want mommy so bad." "Yes." "Such an evil son who yearns to shoot cum into his mommy's pussy. You want to make her pregnant, don't you." "God, yes." "What are you?" "Mommy's nasty boy." "That's right. Mommy's boy toy, a son who loves to be fucked by mommy, fucked over and over, like a goat." "Yes, mommy, yes, fuck your nasty boy." She humped his shaft, using it, taunting him as she rode. While she had just climaxed, she knew she would cum again, and it would be a fine orgasm, a serial orgasm that would satisfy every bit as much as the first one. She was rubbing herself all along his young, stiff pole, reminding her of how strong young men were. "You're mommy's whore, aren't you," she said. "Yes." "Mommy's slut who'll do anything to fuck mom." "Oh yes, mommy, anything." "You love being called a whore and a slut for mommy's hot pussy." "Yessssssss." "You're a nasty, boy skank in love with mommy." "Your boy skank, mommy." "You need to cum in mommy's pussy." "OH YES." "Fuck mommy, son, fuck her good." She grabbed his shoulders and humped him, driving his shaft as far as it could go. She felt wicked and powerful, using Todd as her own son, playing to his forbidden fantasies, driving him to the brink of sinful pleasure. He was ensnared by the dream, the guilty movie he played and replayed in his head. She knew how much he desired such sin, and she used that knowledge to load him with energy and need. Her dominance almost made her laugh. He was her boy toy, her whore son. She could fuck him whenever she desired. All she had to do was start the video tape in his mind, drop a nickel into the slot marked 'mom-son sex'. Once the tape began to play, he was whatever she wanted him to be, barking dog or braying ass. She loved the control. "Get ready, fuck boy," she said. "Mommy wants you to shoot." "Yessssssssss." She rocked on him harder, faster, trying to time both of them at once. Not that it really mattered when he came. She wanted another orgasm, another ripple of pleasure, and she would have it off Todd's pole. Oh yes, she would get off on it, making it serve her. And she was close. The chatter had added a layer of sinful desire on top the raw sex. She had transformed him into a son skank to be used by mom whenever and however she wanted. "Now," she ordered. "Cum now, fuck boy." She slammed down and held him, squeezing his shaft as her own orgasm spread through her. He grunted, and she could feel his spurts of cum inside her, hot gobs of goo. She milked and held and held her breath, reveling in the exquisite heat of those gobs. Sinful and wicked and taboo and soooo wonderfully satisfying, she held on long past when he had stopped shuddering inside her. Her orgasm subsided, leaving her a bit wobbly, but she didn't care. She climbed off him and stood by the bed, watching his penis shrink. "Don't move," she said. She grabbed her robe from the closet and went to Ricky's room. He didn't seem to be around, which surprised her. She took some clothes from his closet and returned to her bedroom, tossing them to Todd. "Get dressed," she ordered. She whirled and marched down to the kitchen where Todd appeared a minute later. He stood before her, and she could see the revelation in his eyes. He had crossed the line—and he liked it. "Go home, Todd," she said. "And don't tell anyone about this. If you do, I'll deny it and make your life hell. If you keep it our secret, we'll do it some more. You want to fuck mommy again, don't you?" "Absolutely." "Good. From now on, whenever I call you, you'll come running, clear?" He nodded. She kissed him, grabbing his crotch to squeeze him. "Go," she commanded. He looked at her. "Go." With a nod, he headed out the door. "Oh, and Todd." He turned back. "No more jerking off unless I tell you to, got it?" His mouth opened to protest, but it snapped closed and he nodded. Then, he was out the door. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and looked out the window into the back yard. For a moment, she wondered if she had done the right thing. She had turned on Todd and mastered him, perhaps saved Marie from his constant masturbation. At the same time, she had fed a powerful fantasy that Todd might wish to fulfill in some other way. Good or bad? She didn't know. What she did know was that she had had two tasty orgasms, and she now owned Todd lock, stock, and barrel. She was certain he would do anything she asked. She smiled. She had a pretty good imagination, as Todd would discover. "Fuck boy?" Ricky asked. She spun to find Ricky grinning at her. "You must have enjoyed the show," Lori answered. "Oh, I did," Ricky said, "a great deal. You really put him in his place." "And you didn't put his mother in her place? Do me like a dog, Ricky." "Touché." He laughed. "I'm going to shower," she said. "Then, we'll have some dinner." "Let's go out." "Fine. Pick a place." She slipped past him, not bothering with a feel or a kiss. Let him think about her and Todd for a while. The bar was a local, neighborhood haunt. Smoky, a bit dim, the owner served excellent sandwiches, cold beer, and quiet booths. Lori and Ricky found one at the back and settled in like familiar patrons. She liked the atmosphere and the intimacy. She and Ricky were isolated, which suited her mood. She smiled across the table while they traded loaded phrases. Anyone who overheard would consider it friendly banter, but she and Ricky knew better. Double entendres flew back and forth across the table. Mom and son references stoked the sexual fire. She found herself liking the chat, getting into the hidden meanings. It was so much fun to have a sinful secret. She had barely taken the first sip of wine before Marie and Todd arrived. Lori was surprised, although she spotted the glint in Ricky's eye. He and Todd must have planned this. Lori also noted how Marie slid into the booth beside Ricky while Todd seated himself next to Lori. Both Marie and Todd seemed pleased. Ricky looked as if he would break his face trying to hold back a laugh. Lori wanted to laugh herself. It seemed so ironic and dangerous. Knowing Mom Ch. 04 Still, the chat was fun. Marie seemed animated, her face aglow. Lori recognized that well-laid look. Satisfied women came by it naturally, the product of good sex. Lori supposed she had the same look, and she wondered if Marie noticed. Women had a sixth sense about such things. They recognized and perhaps envied well-laid women. Who wouldn't? Lori hated it when some women got more and better sex than she did. Was that a natural thing? Lori had drained half the wine and ordered her meal before she saw Marie's hand slip below the table. Lori stole a look at Ricky whose smirk told her all she needed to know. Marie's hand wasn't on her own thigh. That much was obvious. Lori could only guess what kind of stimulation she was providing to Ricky. Based on how Marie had acted earlier in the evening, Lori supposed Marie was taking full advantage of the situation, giving Ricky a nice grope. She wondered if Ricky could stand up without embarrassment. She doubted he could. As her hand slipped beneath the table, Lori smirked back at Ricky. Two could play this little game. She slid her hand across and grabbed Todd's thigh. To his credit, he flinched only a little, and his banter didn't miss a beat. It was almost as if he had expected her move, expected her fingers to snake along his thigh, expected her nail to scratch his balls through his shorts. Lori smiled and sipped and rubbed his nuts, knowing he was getting hard. At the same time, she knew Ricky was hard already, that Marie was busy as a little bee beneath the table. Marie's cheeks were flushed with more than wine. She positively glowed. Lori's own heat was rising as her hand slid up to squeeze Todd's shaft, getting harder by the second. The two women laughed and sipped and traded chat while their sons sat stiff and still, being pawed by moms. Lori knew that the chances of being observed by anyone were virtually nil, and yet, the situation was fraught with danger. Here she sat, groping the teenage son of her best friend, while her best friend groped Lori's son. While Lori knew about Marie and Ricky, Marie couldn't know about Todd. If she found out that Todd had been seduced and used like a toy? Lori wondered if their friendship could withstand such a revelation. And if it could, what would be the repercussions if someone else saw them? Two moms stroking teenagers in public? Reputations were the least of it, they might have to move. And yet, Lori wasn't about to stop. She was certain Marie wouldn't stop either. The risk added excitement to it, to the sin, the taboo act. Mom and son in a public restaurant. It was fantastic and thrilling. Even if she told someone, who would believe her? Too wicked to be true. The boys seemed to like it too. Todd was a steel shaft to her touch, and she could guess that Marie found the same tungsten steel inside Ricky's pants. What teenager didn't want to be fondled, even in a public place, even by the mom of their best friend? Ricky and Todd looked as happy as pigs in mud. They were getting a free grope. When the food arrived, Lori stopped, pulling her hand away. She noted that Marie did likewise, letting Ricky eat in peace. Still, Lori was a bit disappointed. She liked groping Todd beneath the table. She liked the danger and the hard shaft, the control she possessed. She guessed Marie liked it too and was equally disappointed. More, Lori found herself turned on by the contact. She was aroused, her nipples swelling, her body preparing for sex. This was proving to be a special kind of foreplay, risk wrapping itself around her hand as it found Todd's erection. Yes, the danger added flavor to the contact. Lori was sure of that. The arrival of coffee allowed Marie to again slide her hand below the table. Lori followed suit, and to Todd's credit, he didn't flinch at all. Lori found that sexy and proceeded to get him hard in seconds. He was like an inflatable balloon, something she could expand whenever she pleased. And she did please. She pleased a lot, chatting with Marie and all the time playing with Todd. More, she could see the pleasure in Ricky's eyes. Marie was giving him a good time too. The irony struck Lori. Two moms playing with each other's son in a public bar for all the world to see—if they could see. "Did you get enough to eat, FB?" Lori asked Todd. "FB?" Marie wondered. "What's that?" Lori looked into Ricky's eyes. "Fun Boy. Todd is so funny when he comes over. I call him Fun Boy." Laugher burst out of Ricky, and he was soon joined by Todd, both laughing at Lori's pun. Marie started laughing too, as if she was in on the joke. For Lori, it was a savory dessert at the end of the meal. A minute later, Marie's hand returned to the table as did Lori's. Another minute or two, and they were ready to leave. The boys showed only a bit of discomfort. Lori told Ricky to drive. They were out of the parking lot before she asked him if Marie had been petting the dragon. He laughed. Yes, she was quite aggressive with the dragon. She couldn't take her hand off it. Did she have fun with Fun Boy? She laughed. Yes, indeed, Fun Boy got his share of attention too. She enjoyed having him under her control like that. In fact, the fondling had stoked her fire a bit. Handling an erection always did that—as he well knew. "Give me your hand," she said. He held out his hand, and she took it. Immediately she slid it under her skirt and rubbed his fingers over her panties. He sucked in his breath as she pulled aside her panties and slid his forefinger along her lips. She was wet and warm, and his finger rubbed deliciously along the length of her. She pushed his finger in a bit to touch her clit. Oh, that felt wonderful. She rubbed herself with his finger, getting warmer all the time. "Take the long way," she told him. She felt her nipples harden as his finger massaged her clit, the way she liked it. Then, she took two fingers and pushed them inside. She slid her hips down the seat and held his hand tight against her, beginning to hump his hand, those hard fingers sliding in and out. "I love being fingered," she said. "In fact, I had my first orgasm this way." "Oh?" "I was eighteen," she continued. "I used to visit Uncle Sheldon. He was in a wheelchair, and I would stop to make sure he was OK. Aunt Jane worked, so I would stop to see if he needed anything. He never did. He was quite strong and able, just confined. He would tell me jokes. He loved jokes. "One afternoon, I stopped, and I was still in my plaid skirt and white blouse, and I guess I must have looked better than usual. Uncle Sheldon said he had a joke, but I would have to sit on his lap to hear it. Well, I was game, and I plopped on his lap." Lori moved against Ricky's fingers as she told her story. She loved the length and strength of his fingers, how she could twist them and arch them to make sure they touched her precisely where she wanted to be touched. There in the dark, riding around, her son's fingers fucking her, Lori thought the whole scene appropriate. Oh yes, and it was arousing too. She loved being fingered this way. "He started telling me this joke," she continued. "I don't remember it now, but I remember how his hand slipped up my leg and under my skirt. I was scared and taken aback, but he did it so naturally, as if he had been doing it for years. It ran up my thigh and right to my panties. Then, as he was telling me the punch line, he touched me. I was laughing even as he felt me. Then, he started another joke, and he pushed aside my panties to feel my skin. "I knew about sex. I hadn't had sex yet, but I knew what it was, and I had touched myself at times. I had never touched me as he touched me. His hand was so strong, and his finger seemed to read me, to know exactly where to rub, when to thrust. He was whispering and fingering, and I was squirming on his hand. He got me hotter and hotter and wetter and wetter, and all the time, he was whispering." She grabbed Ricky's hand in both of hers and hunched it over and over, thrusting it deep and twisting it wickedly. She had forgotten about Uncle Sheldon, but she remembered how a man's hand felt, how Ricky felt inside her. She loved that it was Ricky's hand she was using, her taboo son getting off mom with his fingers. "I had felt the tingle before," she continued. "I had even felt the heat, and I thought I had taken myself as high as I could go. But I hadn't come close. Uncle Sheldon whispered how tight I felt, how wet and hot and ready, and all the while I rocked all over him, my body doing what my mind had never experienced. He used my clit and my spots, and he was so strong. He rocked me with his fingers, over and over, and just when I thought I had topped out, he told me I had further to go. I was panting and gasping and half screaming, and he told me I was ready, I could release. It was my first orgasm, and I've never forgotten that feeling. It was awesome, fantastic, sitting on Uncle Sheldon's lap, in his wheelchair, and juicing his lap. I was getting my first taste of sin and sex from my uncle. I can't begin to explain how hot it was." She was gasping as she spoke, as she used Ricky's hand. The memory made the ride better, more exciting, as she fucked his fingers hard and deep. With a little cry, she locked on his fingers, cumming as she had first cum with Uncle Sheldon so many years before. And it was still good, still wonderful, getting off on Ricky's fingers, being able to orgasm on his hand. She held it tight for as long as she could, relishing the blissful release. "Did you tell on Uncle Sheldon?" Ricky asked. "Oh, god, no," Lori answered as she slowly used his fingers to massage herself. "I went back every day and played the lap game. He got me off every afternoon. It lasted for a year before he and Aunt Jane moved away. I was the most sorry to see him go. The last time he did me, he did me twice, my first multiple orgasm." "Was he better than me?" "Oh, honey, he was the master of finger fucking, but I think that with some practice, you'll be just as good, maybe better. Now, go around one more time. I think I have another building up inside. Just like Uncle Sheldon." "Is he still alive?" "No, he died." She began to thrust against Ricky's hand, knowing it wouldn't take long to get off a second time. "But you're alive,' she said, "and you're going to do mommy even better than he did." And Ricky did. Knowing Mom Ch. 05 Lori was at work the next day when the phone call came. It was Ricky, and he was home, and he said Marie was on her way over, and they both knew what that meant. Marie wasn't coming over to bake cookies. Ricky wanted to know what he should do. Since messing around with Marie had been Lori's idea, he thought Lori should deal with it. Lori wasn't at all sure what she should do, but she knew she had to do something. She told Ricky to do what Marie wanted, and not to be surprised by anything that happened. Ricky wasn't sure, but he went along with it. As soon as she hung up, Lori grabbed her car keys and headed for home. Marie's car was in the drive, and Lori parked in the garage. She passed through the kitchen, and she wasn't particularly quiet. She wasn't loud either. She marched into the family room, and they weren't there. So, she went upstairs. Music seeped from under Ricky's door. Steeling herself, Lori opened the door and stepped inside. They both looked at her. Two naked people locked in sex, Marie's legs wrapped around Ricky's waist. They both looked at her and stopped, completely stopped. It was one of those awkward moments people pray they never face. How do you explain fucking your best friend's son? They stared and no one spoke, but neither did anyone move. A Mexican standoff of sorts. Until Marie smiled. It was a smile of knowledge, of sudden revelation. It was the smile of understanding, of getting something different than expected and figuring out why it happened that way. Marie smiled and pulled Ricky tighter, right in front of Lori. It was as if Marie had been in on the scam. She hunched her hips and fucked Ricky while staring at Lori, daring Lori to become angry, belligerent, something. But Lori was merely staring, as if staring was enough. Marie knew better. She kept humping Ricky whose face showed the anguish of not knowing what to do. Should he fuck Marie or wait for Lori? He was lost even if Marie wasn't. She was gaining momentum, working on his shaft, pleasing herself without taking her eyes off Lori. Ricky was the man in the middle, the person without a clue as to how the game was played. Lori was lost for a few moments more before she backed out and closed the door. And she knew exactly what that would mean to the two inside. They would start fucking again, fucking hard, joyous that they had rousted Lori. Marie would be twice as happy, twice as free now that Lori knew. What was there to hide after this? Marie would be over every day to drain little Ricky, to use him up before he had a chance to do his mom. What kind of bargain was that? What kind of payoff? Here she had helped Marie, and she lost her son in the deal? No, she wouldn't lose Ricky. She wouldn't settle for meager seconds. Ricky was her son, her best son who made her feel good and hot and ready. No, she wouldn't just hand him over to Marie. She wouldn't come home to headaches and sore muscles. She wanted Ricky sex just as much as Marie did. But what could Lori do? She thought a moment. Perhaps, just perhaps, she could push the envelope. What would Marie do then? Without hesitation, Lori stripped. Dress, pantyhose, bra, until she was naked. With a smile and a will to win this game, she opened the door and stepped inside. Things hadn't changed except to the point where both Ricky and Marie were humping like minks. And they both looked at her again. Only this time, there was genuine surprise on Marie's face. It was Marie's turn to gape. What the hell was Lori doing? Lori moved across the room with purpose. She smiled at Ricky as she slipped onto the bed. Then, with a chirp, she grabbed Marie's breast and squeezed. As Ricky pumped, Lori began to play. Lori had no idea if Marie had ever had sex with a woman before, but it didn't matter. Lori wanted to make the play so risky and taboo that Marie would back off, and the only way to do that was to make it-wild. She kneaded Marie's breasts and pinched her nipples and rubbed and stroked and licked and sucked and nibbled until Marie was moaning loudly. Even as Ricky continued to fuck her, Lori performed other acts on Marie's breasts, her body. She kissed Marie, driving her tongue into Marie's mouth. She sucked Marie's nipples hard and long, listening to Marie beg for more, for longer. God, this was the hottest thing Marie had ever done, and she wanted more. Even when she came with a rush and a little scream, she wanted more. So, Lori gave her more. Even when Ricky couldn't hold back any longer and filled Marie with cum, she wanted more. Even when Ricky rolled off and Lori moved down to lick her son's cream from Marie's pussy, Marie wanted more. She was insatiable, moaning as Lori licked until she grabbed Ricky's penis to lick and suck. Marie was getting the sex of a lifetime and she seemed incapable of stopping. She sucked Ricky as Lori sucked and licked and ate. And the funny thing was that all the sex was turning on Lori. She had never thought of herself as bisexual, but she found herself liking what she was doing. She liked how Marie moaned and moved and begged, even how Marie tasted with Ricky's cum inside her. Lori found herself turned on by the acts, aroused by Marie's body and enthusiasm. She found it easy to flick Marie's clit and feel her quiver. She found it enticing to probe Marie's pussy and have her gasp. And Lori used her special knowledge to send Marie places no man could. Lori knew what made women hot, and she was intent on taking Marie as far as she could. Licking probing, sucking until Marie came a second time, bellowing with joy. But Lori didn't stop then. She wanted to see how many times Marie could orgasm, how many little deaths could occur. She continued to lick and probe even as Ricky mounted her from behind. Lori wasn't sure whose idea it was, but suddenly Ricky was hard again, and he was behind her, sliding his thick rod into her wet pussy. It went in so easy Lori was amazed. She had realized how aroused she had become. She hardly felt him, even as he stroked her. In and out, in and out, stroking her as her tongue stroked Marie. It must have been quite sight. Son fucking mom who was tongue fucking her best friend. What a porn video that would make. Then, Marie started talking. She started telling Ricky to fuck his mom hard, to make her cum. Marie wanted to hear Lori moan as Ricky fucked her. She wanted to watch him slam into his mom, taboo incest sex. Marie was taken with it, with the sin. She urged and begged and watched and at the same time fucked Lori's tongue hard, grinding on Lori's face. All the while Ricky was hammering home his bone, driving into his mother with a passion Lori hadn't noticed before. Was Marie's goading making him hot? Lori didn't know. She was lost in the sex, her son slamming her from behind, Marie grinding on her in front. Lori had never had sex like this before, but she knew she liked it. Her pussy gurgled with an orgasm which drove Ricky to fuck her harder. Marie quivered in front, cumming right after. Marie gasped and tried to keep going. Still, all the sex was wearing out Marie. Her body wasn't used to the effort. And Lori in the middle was gurgling again, locking on Ricky's pole and orgasming with passion and strength. She hadn't thought it would be like this or could be like this, but she was glad it was. She felt Ricky cum a second time, but he didn't have much. She felt him pull out and roll away. Then, with a last savage attack on Marie's clit, Lori fell away, panting. Marie cried with pain and surprise, perspiration coating her skin. She looked at Ricky and Lori and smiled. "You two have done this before," Marie said. "I like that." "And we're going to do it again," Lori said. "I know," Marie answered. "And I'm going to do it with you." She laughed. Lori laughed too, knowing that having Marie there once in a while wouldn't hurt anything, that it might just make it that much better. Yes, Lori thought having a naked Marie around might open up countless possibilities. The terry cloth robe felt good on Lori's skin. She had slipped it on after the threesome with Marie and Ricky. As she slipped a cup of water in the microwave to make tea, she considered how hot the session with Marie and Ricky had been. It certainly hadn't turned out the way she imagined. Instead of sending Marie packing, Lori had engaged in a bisexual romp. She remarked to herself about the rule of unintended consequences. She was gazing out the window into the back yard when Todd spoke. "What was my mom doing here?" She spun and smiled. Todd was as jumpy as a frog on a griddle, and his smile flicked on and off like a neon sign. "Your mom came over to talk. You quit what you were doing before, right?" "Yes. You made me promise. I quit or you dump me." "That's right. I'll dump you if you don't do what mommy says." The microwave beeped, and she removed the boiling water, slipping in a tea bag. "And what are you doing here?" He looked sheepish, unsure. "I...I thought maybe. I haven't done anything all day." "So you think you can show up here and get off with me, right?" Fear gripped his face. "I...I just..." "Don't lie, Todd. That will only make things worse. Admit it, you came over hoping I would take care of your need." He nodded, not even brave enough to speak. "I thought so. You boys are all alike. You think women sit around waiting for a chance to use your tool. Well, let me tell you, it isn't like that. If you want sex, you have to provide a bit of service." "I didn't mean anything." "I'm sure you didn't, but you presumed that you are good enough to make a woman want you, and believe me, you have a ways to go. Being young, strong, and endowed isn't enough. You need to learn some technique." His smile and confidence fled. "I...can you teach me?" "Humility becomes you. If you are truly willing to obey and learn, then maybe there's hope for you." "Oh, I'm willing. I promise, I'm willing as hell." She laughed. "I think you are. And you're horny right? No jerking off." "No, madam, nothing." "Then, perhaps you're ready to help mommy. Think you can do that?" "Yes, yes, oh yes, I promise." She opened her robe and let him eye her body. Lori knew exactly how it affected him. She could almost see the blood rush to his penis. "Strip," she commanded. He practically ripped off his clothes, popping a button off his jeans in his haste. In a twinkling, he stood naked before her, and as she expected, he was stiff, erect. His shaft waved at her. She let her robe fall away as she calmly sipped tea. Let him stare for a few minutes. Let him wonder what was coming. She was in no hurry. She would teach him the value of patience. She set down her tea and dropped her robe. Naked, she sat on the table and waved him over. She had him hoist up her legs, her butt on the edge of the table, and she fed his rod into her pussy. She wasn't as wet as before, but she was wet enough. She let him push deep and stroke and work, and she made him slow down. Todd wanted to slam her so quick she knew he would never last, and that wouldn't suit her. She wanted him to suffer for his orgasm. And he did. She talked and cajoled and soothed, and put Todd into a nice rhythm, a controlled fucking. Nothing wild or manic, he used her as she wanted to be used, long and slow. He was a willing student, capable of following her direction. She liked him as a student. She was halfway to a fine orgasm when Ricky appeared. Ricky was naked too, and he was hard, and she wondered just how long he had been watching. Not that it mattered. As if he had done it a hundred times, he marched up, grabbed her hair and fed his hard cock into her mouth. She took it as if they had all done this a thousand times. It was as natural as breathing. Ricky squeezed her breasts and stroked her mouth even as Todd pumped her pussy. She found herself in the best of all worlds. Ricky in her mouth, Todd between her raised legs. Both eighteen year olds using her to the best of their ability. Then, they started talking. "This is awesome," Todd said. "She's good and tight, isn't she." Ricky answered. "Are you kidding? She's terrific. I can't believe I'm fucking your mom." "While she sucks me off. That's cool, isn't it?" "Way cool. She's so into this. And she's so pretty. Those tits are fabulous." "Don't I know it. Look at these nipples, they're as hard as rock. And when I suck them, she gets hotter. You can feel her pussy grab you when you bite them." "Oh yes, she's tight too. I love stroking this. It makes me soooo hard and ready." "Never thought you'd be doing this, did you?" "Never, but I've wanted your mom since I turned eighteen." "God yes. When her suit gets got wet, it's almost transparent. You can see her snatch. How many guys go home to beat off after seeing mom in the pool." "All of us. Are you kidding? That's why we come over. We're pissed if your mom doesn't come out." "You think you had it bad. Try living with her. Watching her parade around in swimsuits and robes and t-shirts. I think I live with had a hard on." "But it's worth it, isn't it? I mean, you always have a reason to jerk off." "So do you. You mom is hot too." "Yeah, but not as hot as yours. This pussy is incredible. She makes me last forever." "You think that's good, she can suck the nap off a tennis ball. I love being in her mouth." "And she likes guys like us. She likes our bodies and cocks." "I think so, and we like her. God, I've waited to fuck her and have her suck me off." "I know. You dream and jerk off and then one day it happens. Your cock is as hard as titanium steel, and you know that if you get the chance, you'll fuck her till you can't stand up." "Oh yes, and feel her tits and rub her clit and make her as hot as she makes you. Have any idea how sexy it is to watch your cock slide in and out like that?" "No more sexy than watching her suck your cock. God, that's hot, the way she licks it. Damn, I love that." "I know, it's wild. I can shoot in her mouth too, she swallows." "This is wicked, wicked. It's taboo and wicked." "But it feels so good. Can you imagine what people would say if they saw us." "I've never wanted anyone like I want your mom. God, the harder I fuck, the better she likes it." "I can tell. Every time you slam her, she sucks harder. And feel those nipples, they're rock hard." "I know. When you fuck her mouth, her pussy gets tighter. It's incredible." "She makes me want to cum so bad." "All the time. I think of her and get so hard." "You're sweating." "So are you. This is so fucking hot. I wish we could do this every day." "I do." "Lucky bastard. I want to slam this cunt so hard her eyes pop out." "I want to cum on her tits and lick it off." "That's wicked, sucking mom's tits." "She loves it. She loves what we're doing to her right now. She loves getting fucked by two young studs with big cocks. She lives for it." "So do we." "Got that right. I love this so much I could cry." "I think she's cumming. She's grabbing hold of my cock. Oooooh, that's good." "Yeah, I think so too. She's a sucking machine. Do her harder. NOW's the time to fuck her as hard as you can. Pound that pussy." "Bury it in her mouth. Deep throat her. Fill her mouth with cum." "Oh god, she is cumming. Her body is shaking." "I'm going to cum too. I can't take it. Her pussy is locked on me. OH, YESSSSSS." "My turn. YESSSSS, SHOOTING!" Lori felt the two streams of hot juice spurt into her body. Her body spasmed and locked, and the two streams felt as if they would meet in the middle. And that suited her just fine. It was the hottest sex she had ever had-and she intended to do it again. Oh yes, she would make them do her again. Lori was sitting at work when the idea came to her. She knew she wasn't supposed to have such ideas, especially at work, but sometimes things popped into her mind. She supposed it was something she couldn't control, an outgrowth of her current state of affairs, but once she had the idea, she couldn't push it out of her mind. She tried. She tried over and over, but the idea bounced inside her head and latched on like a barnacle. She couldn't pry it loose with a crowbar. So, she grabbed her car keys, marched through the lot, and headed out. The campus was busy with students moving between classes or heading in or heading out. Lori managed to find a parking spot, but she had no idea where she was going. Luckily, a pretty coed knew exactly where Montgomery Hall was. Lori hurried toward the building, wondering if class was still in session. The professor stood at the front of the class, History class. She stood in the doorway until she caught Ricky's eye. She waved Ricky to the door, and he stood. The professor was old and fat and she could tell he liked how she looked. Old men always did. They were always horny. He looked a bit perplexed, but he kept on lecturing. "What's up?" Ricky asked. She led him down the hall, looking left and right. The halls were deserted, and she hurried. She was especially aware of any cameras mounted near the ceiling. She didn't see any, but that didn't mean they weren't there. "I had this idea," she said. "And I couldn't get it out of my head." "What idea is that?" She pulled open a door, reached inside, flipped on the light, and pulled him into the janitor's closet. She locked the door and placed her back to it. Then, she grabbed him and kissed him, groping for his penis. She knew what they were going to do had to be fast and efficient, and she wanted him hard, instant hard. Their tongues played, and he groped her breasts, reaching under her skirt to feel her wet, pantyless pussy. "Hurry," she said. "Do me." "Are you crazy? Here?" She unzipped him and jerked out his rapidly filling cock. "Do me," she repeated. "The hall is going to be full of students in a few minutes." "Shut up and fuck your mother." She fed his cock into her as he hoisted up her legs. She was so hot, so wet, so ready. She had been playing this scene over and over in her mind as she drove over, and the danger had always been there. It was even more dangerous as he rammed himself into her, filling her, taking her as she whispered in his ear. "Fuck me, Ricky. Fuck mommy. Fuck mommy hard. Make mommy your whore, Ricky. Make mommy want you like this all the time. You're sooo big and hard for mommy. You're so good to fuck mommy. Fuck me, Ricky, fuck me." A bell sounded, and Ricky hesitated. No, she told him, don't stop. Keep going. Fuck mommy. Behind her, she could hear the hall fill with students. Their voices slipped under the door as they filed past, unaware that a few feet away a son was having sex with his mother. On the college grounds, inside a janitor closet, Ricky was stroking away at mom, drilling her, trying to get off without making noise or causing a stir. Lori took his big tool and whispered in his ear. She wanted him to cum, to fill her with son goo. She wanted it to shoot with all those girls and boys walking past. She wished she could show them how they were fucking, but she knew she couldn't. She wished she could show the girls how good Ricky fucked, make them jealous. She wished... Ricky ripped into her and held her ass tight, his cock shooting its load. Yes, she whispered. Give it all to mommy, give it to her good. Make her your bitch whore, Ricky. Make her want this all the time. She whispered and he came, and all the while, inches away, students hurried to and fro. The danger and thrill were exquisite. She had never done anything like this before, and she wasn't sure she would ever do it again. The risk was incredible, which made the sex that much better. She stayed locked onto him, milking him, wanting to laugh at their brazenness. Fucking mom and son right in the school. It was incredible. She wondered how she had ever had the nerve to do it. And yet she had. As the sounds outside dissipated, she licked his ear and told him he was mommy's best fuck ever. She told him they had thumbed their noses at college, and she hoped the fucking would satisfy him until he got home. Then, she promised to fuck him again, to fuck her son until he couldn't stand. She was so horny, and this was just something to take the edge off. Knowing Mom Ch. 05 When the hall was silent, she opened the door and looked up and down. No one was in sight. She shooed him out and stayed in the closet a full minute before she opened the door. There, right in front of her stood an old janitor, a man whose surprise couldn't have been plainer. What the hell was she doing his closet, alone? She smiled and pinched his cheek and strutted away, mindful of the hot goo between her legs. She didn't need to look over her shoulder. She knew he was staring after her. They all did. When Lori reached home, she found Marie's car in the drive, Marie in it. Marie climbed out as Lori parked in the garage. "Ricky's not home yet," Lori said. "I was hoping..." Marie's voice trailed off. "I know what you were hoping for. Come on in." In the kitchen, Marie glanced around like a nervous mouse or a junkie in need of a fix. She had a wired look, a look that said she needed something, and she needed it in the worst way. "He'll be home in a bit," Lori said. "I know, but it's not just that." "What is it?" "It's the need. I never expected to need it like this." "Addicting, huh?" "Are you kidding? It's all I think about. I wake up wanting it and go to sleep wanting it. How do you manage?" "Cigarettes." "But you don't smoke." "I know." They laughed together, and Marie seemed a bit more relaxed. Still, she was a woman on the prowl, and Lori wasn't sure what would satisfy her. A woman in Marie's condition wasn't always rational. How could she be? Addictions were overseers that drove their victims toward the edge of the cliff. "Come on," Lori said, "let's prepare." "What did you have in mind?" "Something different." Lori led Marie to Ricky's room, Ricky's bed. She ordered Marie to strip. Lori fetched some scarves from the closet and tied Marie's wrists and ankles to the bed, watching Marie's nipples rise as she tied the knots. "I've never been tied up before," Marie said. "You'll love it," Lori assured her. "It's really something." She reached down and pinched Marie's nipple, making her squeal. "See, you like that, don't you." "Yesssssssss," Marie answered. "And it gets better," Lori said as she used a wider scarf to blindfold Marie. "When you don't know what's coming, it's even sexier." She reached down and ran her finger slowly up Marie's slit. Marie tried to move her legs, but she was bound. Instead, she gasped. "That is good," Marie said. "Don't stop." "Relax," Lori said. "I'll be back, or should I say we'll be back." Marie giggled. "I want him in me." "Dream good dreams, Marie." Lori was sipping lemonade in the kitchen when Ricky walked in. He reached for her, but she stopped him, explaining who was upstairs and what she was waiting for. Ricky grinned as Lori explained what she had done. Then, she left Ricky to get ready while she went upstairs with a glass of ice and her own smile. She fetched her vibrator from her room and went to Ricky's. Marie was still on the bed, but her smile appeared when Lori switched on the vibrator. The hum was loud enough. "That you, Ricky?" Marie asked. "Not yet," Lori answered. "This is warm up." Lori sat on the edge of the bed and pulled an ice cube from the glass. With a grin, she rubbed it over Marie's nipple, causing Marie to gasp. "Feel good?" Lori asked. "Wonderful." Lori continued to rub the ice over Marie's nipple as she ran the vibrator along Marie's slit. She gasped again. Lori worked the vibrator along Marie, playing with her and the machine. It was a little beast feeding at her trough, and it was hungry. All the while, Lori used ice to perk and please Marie's nipples which grew harder and harder. Marie squirmed as best she could, but she was held in place. She gasped and panted and pleaded when Lori withheld stimulation. It was fun for both of them, even when Lori inserted the vibrator and made Marie squeal. Once, Lori dipped the vibrator into the ice, letting it grow good and cold for a minute before she inserted. Marie almost had an orgasm at the sudden cold buzz. "They say the devil fucks with a cold cock," Lori said. "That's why women love bad boys." "Is that why you love fucking teenagers?" "It's evil, but I love it." "Wicked, just like being tied to a bed and used for pleasure?" "This is so taboo. It makes me want him all the more." Lori worked on Marie, priming her, playing with her, making her gasp and squeal and beg. Lori found the control stimulating. She could do what she wanted, whatever came into her head. An ice cold vibrator? No problema. Hard nipple pinches? Easy as pie. She could play in any fashion she wanted, and that was power. Perhaps power was the ultimate aphrodisiac. It certainly made her more bold. Turning Marie into a puddle of desire was making Lori hot too. Why was that? She didn't know. She only knew she liked making Marie hot and bothered and wet and hungry for whatever Lori would feed her. Oh yes, Marie would take anything and everything Lori could imagine. This mom was going to get it exactly as Lori wanted and not any other way. Fuck the devil? Indeed, Marie would fuck him and beg for a second helping. Lori would see to that. Oh, Lori could make Marie fuck herself silly with any hard cock Lori could find. Lori heard Ricky in the hall, and she grabbed the last scarf. She leaned close to Marie. "I'm going to gag you," Lori said. "Don't be afraid. It's jut to make you totally his. Do you understand?" "Yesssssssssss." "I'll be right here, and I'll make sure nothing happens to you." "Yesssssssssssss." Lori gagged Marie and stepped into the hall where Ricky waited. Lori nodded, and Ricky slipped past, making directly for the bed and Marie, the woman who couldn't see or speak. But then, neither could Todd. Ricky led Todd who was blindfolded and gagged, his hands bound in front of him. Todd was hard too, as stiff as Lori had ever seen him. He looked as if he wanted to fuck a truck. His body shivered as Ricky helped him onto the bed. Ricky placed Todd's hands on the headboard as Lori fed Todd's shaft into Marie. She immediately sucked it in and began to squirm in her limited way. Todd, unaware of who he was fucking, began to hump like the teenager he was. Silent, blind, Todd and Marie fucked on Ricky's bed. It was an amazing sight. Todd was drilling Marie who took it and gave it back. Lori reached in and played with Todd's ass, driving him deeper into his mother. Ricky pinched and squeezed Marie's breasts, heightening her desire and mood. Lori and Ricky traded knowing glances as they helped Todd and Marie have sex. It was incredible. Neither knew whom they were really fucking. Marie thought Ricky's cock was stroking her. Todd was sure he was screwing Lori. They had no idea they were doing each other, no idea that they were engaged in incest. Grunts passed for communication. Perspiration ran off their skin. Lori reached in and guided Todd's shaft hard against Marie's clit, which made her jerk against her bonds. Ricky helped by playing with Marie's clit between strokes, exposing it for more of Todd to rub. Both mom and son were rapidly approaching climax. The rutting was getting harder, faster, and Lori knew both would cum quickly. They were both too primed for this. She and Ricky had done their jobs well. It was only a matter of seconds before they would orgasm, and that was something Lori wanted to see. She wanted everyone to see. She moved to Marie, and Ricky moved to Todd. They mouthed the countdown, and at zero, they removed the blindfolds. Marie and Todd stared into each other's eyes. Everything stopped. Todd stopped. Marie stopped. Lori stopped. Even Ricky stopped. The world seemed to come to a crashing halt as Marie and Todd gazed at each other and realized what was going on. They were locked in sex with each other, the most taboo sex imaginable. Son was fucking mom and she was enjoying it. It was as wicked and perverse as anything either had ever dreamed of. It was both dream and nightmare, ying and yang, good and evil. Desire fulfilled had brought them to the brink of recognition of their own base desires, their unequivocating need for sex-even family sex. They were looking at the beast within, and they were wondering if they could escape its clutches. No. They glanced neither left nor right. They merely looked at each other and continued. Todd thrust with particular energy. Marie squirmed with renewed vigor. They had looked into the well and become so mesmerized they had fallen in. If they were going to rut, they would rut to the best of their ability. They would fuck like slaves, bound and silent and doing whatever it took, even mom-son coupling. They wanted it, they needed it, and they were going to have it. Lori stepped back, amazed, watching. Energy seemed to radiate from them. Marie and Todd fucked as hard as anyone she had ever seen, and it was as much anger and fear as love. This was the culmination of sleepless nights and feckless masturbation. This was the result of a kind of self-loathing, and yet, they both desired it with every fiber of their being. They wanted the sex, the pure hard sex. And they got it. In a moment, they locked. Todd cumming, Marie cumming. Locked in the eternal pose of male and female, lovers doing exactly what the human body was designed to do. Their cries were muffled, but their need wasn't. They came and shuddered and panted, their chests heaving. Lori glanced at Ricky who stared, fascinated and alive. Lori knew he was excited, and she wanted him, wanted him exactly as Todd and Marie wanted each other. She would have him too. Lori and Ricky left Marie and Todd in the bedroom. They needed time and space to assimilate their new relationship. Lori led Ricky outside and onto the sidewalk. Wouldn't a walk be nice? After the spectacle of Todd and Marie, Lori thought she needed a chance to descend back to normalcy. They strolled in the direction of the park, a favorite walk for Lori. "Feel like Frankenstein?" Ricky asked. "Think we created a monster?" she answered. "I think we've set loose some powerful emotions that must now find a way of expressing themselves." "Whoa, that's pretty deep considering what we've been doing." "I know. We face the same decisions and problems." "But there's no going back." "I wouldn't want to. I don't know about you, but sex with you is so...exciting." "Because it's taboo." "Yes, that and it's every son's fantasy at some stage. What's better than fantasy come true?" "The risk is wicked too. Getting caught would be awful. We'd have to move." The park had always been one of Lori's favorite walks. The trees and path ran along the river for two miles before it reached the old covered bridge. It was the last covered bridge in the state, carefully preserved by the local historical society. Wooden, narrow, the bridge had once descended into teenage binge drinking and drifter camps and at one time a trysting place for homosexuals. But the creation of the park had ended all that. The teens and bums and gays had moved on to other parts of town, other places. An occasional tagger spray painted an occasional message on the bridge, but the art was quickly painted over. Lori found the old, stately sycamores and oaks soothing and comforting. Trees this old meant permanence, continuity. If a tree could last so long, why not Lori and her way of life? Couldn't she weather the storms of human conflict as easily as the trees weathered nature's storms? The freshening wind promised a change of some kind, but she didn't care. The walk was cleansing. By the time they reached the bridge, a storm had bubbled up in the west. Dark clouds laced with lightning raced toward them. Distant thunder announced the storm, a herald of things to come. "Should we try to make it home?" Ricky asked. "You might outrun it," she answered, "but I don't think I can." He laughed. "I think you could do it." "Let's wait it out on the bridge." "Works for me." Gloom filled the bridge as they stepped inside, gloom growing thicker as the storm approached. They were alone, and they stood at the entrance and watched the storm gallop toward them. The wind gusted cold and hungry. Lightning licked the sky. Thunder rolled over them like a tank. It was a big storm, a summer boiler full of heat energy. Such storms were common and dangerous, juggernauts steamrolling everything in their paths. She liked storms. She liked the brisk gusts of wind, the sizzling lightning, the roaring thunder. Storms were dynamos, roiling caldrons of energy, witches" brews that spewed off energy in every direction without any logic whatever. The energy was overwhelming at times, humbling at times, but always sexy. She liked the storms because they aroused her. They were beasts whose appetites could not be sated, and for some reason that electrified her, made her want more. She had never stopped to figure out why storms affected her as they did. She knew only that they filled her with desire. They always had, and she suspected they always would. She was staring at the dark cloud when Ricky's arms encircled her, fondling her breasts. She could feel his erection through her shorts as he rubbed against her ass. "Storms turn you on?" Ricky asked. She nodded. "Me too." The tempest loosed a salvo of rain, large drops that beat against the roof and forced them deeper into the darkness of the bridge. He didn't release her but continued to feel her, rubbing her breasts, his erection hard on her ass. The storm and his hands charged her with need. She loved this, loved the storm, Ricky's body, the bridge. As lightning turned dusk into day, and thunder deafened the wind, she turned and kissed him, grabbing his hard shaft and squeezing. He felt better than before, stiffer, as if the storm had lent him some energy. Sheets of rain hammered the roof as they kissed and groped and stripped each other. They were out in the open, in a public park, but she knew the storm protected them. Even as it drove them, it hid them, kept everyone away so they could do what their bodies demanded. As he laid their clothes over the rough wood, drips of water plopped around them. The old roof leaked. Water dripped from the rafters. It bounced off their heads and shoulders, and one delicious drip tickled her nipple. Cold, wet, it fed her heat. How? She didn't know. As she lay down, reaching for him, the drops pelted her and the deck. Better than rain, the water stimulated her skin. Ricky bent down to spread her and lick her as the storm grew more wild. His tongue felt wonderful, but it was the storm that whetted her desire. The gale sang to her. The thunder drove her like the drum of a ancient trireme. Drops splashed on her skin, making her wiggle, and when Ricky pulled away, she thought she would get his wonderful rod. But she didn't. Instead, she felt Ricky move her, adjust her, place her just so and spread her just before the first drop landed squarely on her exposed clit. She shivered. Had that been planned? Before she could answer her own question, the second drop struck, and she knew the answer. He had found a drip that would land precisely where it would do the most good...ahhhh. Yes, she felt the drops hit and tingle and arouse. Cold drops of pure storm dew teasing her. How had he discovered this? She closed her eyes as the lightning punctuated the storm, as the thunder answered, as the dripping water pelted her most delicate parts. And the drops were all different. Large, smaller, small, they kissed her repeatedly. They fell without rhythm but regularly. They fell slightly off target, now hitting one place, now another. Close but not exact, as if the storm knew that she needed to be touched in several places. Ricky held her open as the rain leaked through, dripping into her, firing her with new desire. And the drops seemed to know what she needed and where. Colder sometimes, warmer others, bigger, smaller, they sacrificed themselves for her pleasure, breaking apart on impact but continuing the please as their parts trickled along. She had the sudden notion that she was fucking the rain. No, she was fucking the storm. Or rather, the storm was fucking her the only way it knew how. The storm and its rain were using her, stimulating her, seeking to add her orgiastic scream of satisfaction to the orchestra that was the tempest itself. Along with the rustling trees and whining boards, the thunder and creaking limbs, she would add her pants and gushes and release. That's what the storm wanted. It wanted to fuck her so her voice could be added to the swirling cloud of noise and power. The drops fucked and titillated. The storm drove her toward the brink. She had no idea if Ricky understood or knew or anything, and it didn't matter. She was the storm's bitch, the storm's fuck buddy, and she would perform exactly as the storm wished. The orchestra that was the storm crescendoed with lightning and thunder following each other like instrument sections. The wind howled. The trees groaned. The rain dripped faster and faster, and Lori drank the pleasure from it. A bit more, a bit colder, no hotter, no faster, no slower. She strained against the rain, the storm, and just as the storm climaxed like the cymbals of a band, she climaxed too. The scream ripped from her throat was swallowed by the storm, the energy of her orgasm added to the wind and rain. She came like the whore she felt she was, the orgasm blasting from her. She had fucked the storm, and the storm had taken her energy to add to its own. She shivered and shuddered, even as the storm, with a last blast of wind and thunder as if to thank her, moved on. One moment she was joined in sex with the tempest, and the next the storm was moving on, racing for the next encounter, the next fuck buddy. Was that all that really drove a storm, an unending chain of orgasms? She didn't know. She didn't care. Rain beat steadily on the roof as the thunder faded, the lightning died. She quivered and reached for Ricky. She grabbed his shaft which seemed as hard as the oak trees in the park. She guided him inside, where the rain had left her wet. As he began to stroke, she dug her nails into his back. He felt sooo good. While the storm had managed to elicit an orgasm, it couldn't satisfy like Ricky's hard shaft. She pulled him deeper, pulled him down so she could kiss him and whisper in his ear. "Fuck mommy, Ricky, fuck mommy good and hard. Cum in mommy, baby. Fuck me like a storm." Knowing Mom Ch. 06 When Ricky called Lori at work on Friday, she reminded him that he was going to be a guest for the weekend, and he should pitch in with the chores. He told her he already knew that. He also told her that he would miss her, and Lori could honestly say she would miss him more than he would know. Still, going off to the lake for the weekend was a good thing. Ricky needed to be with his friends. He needed that kind of interaction. Still, she wasn't happy to be alone for the weekend. She needed space too, but after the storm and the covered bridge, she wanted other things too. She wanted to explore places she hadn't explored before. As she drove home, she wondered if she should stop somewhere for dinner. She half expected her cell phone to ring and Marie to be on the line. Todd was leaving for the weekend too, and Lori could only imagine how that would affect Marie. But the phone didn't ring, and she didn't quite feel up to dinner alone in some bar. She drove home, popped a frozen something into the oven, and started the weekend chores. At least, she would get a head start on laundry. Something about an overlarge t-shirt and loose shorts appealed to Lori. She liked the freedom of her home, being alone. She didn't think she'd want to be alone forever, but an occasional weekend didn't hurt. In fact, she thought being alone helped. She had the notion that solitude cleared the mind. Taking time to actually think was a luxury. With Ricky gone, she could afford the luxury. Toss in a glass of wine, and the evening might prove enlightening. After all, she did have some things to consider. She had Marie and Todd to contemplate. Had she really done the best thing for them? And of course, there was Ricky. How were his long-term interests affected? Might she have done a bit of harm? She didn't think so, but that was the sticking point. She hadn't really taken the time to think. Was it wrong? Was sex with Ricky a bad thing? She certainly didn't feel it was. Every time she thought of his young hard body, his shaft, how he felt inside her, she felt the tingle. Ricky had given her the best sex ever, and that wasn't a bad thing. It was taboo, a sin in the eyes of society. But perhaps society was wrong. She sort of liked the idea of being sinful. Part of the lure was the fact that it ran counter to norms. The rebel in her found the sex appealing. The risk added a flavor that she couldn't find elsewhere. It excited her in ways she couldn't quite name. When the doorbell rang, she expected to find Marie at the door. Lori wasn't at all sure she liked having her solitude broken. She had signed up for a quiet evening at home, and now she had a visitor. But it wasn't Marie at the door. It was Justin, Lori's next-door neighbor. In fact, he was the geek next door, a nerd devoted to school and computers according to his parents. He certainly didn't look as mature as Ricky. In fact, he was the skinny egghead most high school girls avoided. "Justin, hi." "Hi. I..I just stopped by to show you my new camera." He held up a boxy thing that hardly looked like a camera. "It's digital. Makes real cool pics. I thought you'd like to see." Lori could hardly think of anything more boring than the "cool" pics of an 18-year-old geek, but she was polite. Justin and his parents were good neighbors. From the way he fidgeted, it was clear he was excited to show her. "Sure, come on in. Can I get you a coke of something?" "Coke would be great. Where's your computer? These look great on a monitor." "In the den." When Lori reached the den, she found Justin attaching a cable from his camera to the computer. "These UBS ports are great," Justin said. "You just download your pics and print them or send them over the net. "No photo processing. Sounds cool," Lori answered. "Way cool. With the right printer and paper you can turn out pics that look almost as good as photos." He hit some keys and a mouse click, and the screen flashed a pic of Justin's back yard. "Because they're digital, you can manipulate them too. Zoom and edit. You can add text. It's wild." "I imagine it's the future, right?" "Totally." The next few pictures were Justin's back yard, his room, a self-portrait, his parents, the dog, the usual parade of home life. Lori recognized them all and maintained her smile. Obviously, Justin hadn't shown much imagination in taking these pictures. They were standard family fare. For all the hype of digital formats, Justin was mired in plain old photography. Then came the pic of Lori's house. Cute. Then the pic of Lori's bedroom window. Then, the pic through the window. Then, the pic... The pic was of Ricky, naked, standing by the side of her bed. And Ricky was fully erect. But that wasn't all. She was naked too and giving Ricky a blow job. There was no mistaking that. "Justin-" "It has a zoom lens," he answered. "That's not important. "It's a good camera." "Where did you get this?" He looked at her as if that was the dumbest question in the world. "I took it." "You know what I mean. Why did you take it?" Again, he gave her that "duh" look. Why else would he take it? Because she was giving head to her son. It was sex. How could he not look? "You know you're not supposed to spy on people," she said. "I wasn't spying. I was practicing, and the drapes were open." "That's no excuse. This is wrong. You understand that, don't you?" "Then so is this one." He clicked the mouse, and another pic appeared. Lori had almost swallowed all of Ricky's erection. She stared at the pic. It amazed her. It was so clear and real, and there was no denying who was in the pic. That was Ricky, and that was her, and she was doing a number on her own son as any fool could see. She could see the sexual joy in Ricky's face, her own desire in her raised nipples. The pic was erotic and stimulating, more so because it was her and Ricky locked in taboo sex. Fascinating and sexy. "And this one," Justin said. The screen cycled again, and there she was, lips locked on Ricky, sucking and feeling, a closer shot than before. She could almost taste him in her mouth. She could see the pucker in Ricky's cheeks from squeezing his ass tight. Damn, they looked aroused and arousing. She had no idea she could ever look this way. "It even has a video feature." The monitor went to video mode, and there she was bobbing back and forth on Ricky's rod, him humping as she sucked and pumped. It was like watching a movie, a very erotic movie where she was the star. As she gaped, the Lori on the screen pulled back, allowing Ricky to shoot, spraying her face with his cum. It ran off her cheeks and chin to drip on her breasts. Mom getting creamed by her own son. She gasped. She remembered when that happened. Then, the video stopped. The screen froze with cum dripping off her chin, Ricky laughing. The image seared her brain. It was the most dangerous picture she had ever seen. She grabbed Justin's shoulder and squeezed. "This is very bad, Justin. You understand how bad thie is, don't you." "I don't think you want people to see this," he answered. "No one's going to see it. You're going to erase all of them and forget you saw anything, right?" He half smiled, and she suspected he had thought about this ahead of time. "I can call your parents," she said. "And tell them I took pictures of you and Ricky?" "Tell them you're a perverted peeping Tom." "Then, I'd have to show them the pics, wouldn't I?" She regarded him with newfound fear. He was acting as if he was in control. But he couldn't be. She was in control. "No, you won't show these to anyone. And you're going to erase them. Is that clear?" "You know, they have these web sites. You can post any pic you want." "You wouldn't dare." "Someone might recognize you or Ricky." She squeezed his shoulder harder. "That's not funny, Justin." "Some people might not think it's a good thing. But I do." She released his shoulder and stepped back. It was obvious to her that Justin wasn't going to scare easy. "If you posted anything, it would get you in trouble." "Who knows where pics come from?" "You little bastard. How much do you want?" A new look came to his face, as if he hadn't considered money before. "Come on, how much?" "You think I want money?" "You must want something. Otherwise, you wouldn't show me this." He pointed at the monitor. "That's what I want." It was her turn to gape. The thought that he might want something other than money never entered her mind, and yet, she could see where it would. Did he really need money? What thoughts danced through the mind of a teen? Money? Probably not. Sex? Didn't every teenage boy dote on sex? As soon as they learned to masturbate did they ever have a decent five minutes of concentration ever again? Didn't a boy's mind turn to sex with the regularity of a metronome? She could imagine how watching her and Ricky through the camera had fed his immature imagination. If she were willing to do her own son, would she mind doing the neighbor boy? How many times had he spied on them and masturbated while watching? How many times had she made him cum without ever knowing? How many times had he replayed this scene in his mind? How many times? "You want sex," she said. He nodded. "In exchange for the pics." He nodded again. "How do I know you'll get rid of them, all of them, even the ones on your computer at home."? "I promise I'll erase them." "For a blow job?" He nodded. She stepped closer and grabbed his chin. "Here's the deal, Justin. I give you a blow job, and you erase the pics. If you don't, if any of these ever see the light of day again, I'll hunt you down and cut off your pecker. Understand?" He nodded. "Believe me?" He nodded again. "Good. Now, strip." She watched as he jumped up and pulled off his t-shirt. He was a scrawny kid. Thin, white, hairless chest, bony arms, he looked like a geek who spent too many hours in front of his computer, the kind of kid who would spy on his pretty neighbor and take erotic pictures. His skin was marred by a pimple here and there, but he wasn't afflicted, just white. He jerked down his pants, exposing an already erect penis. It wasn't big or thick, and she thought he might have some growing to do, but it looked surprisingly big for his body. It had matured more than he had. His legs were white and knobby and pretty much hairless as was his crotch. His face reddened as he realized she was studying his body. "Lie down," she ordered. He dropped to the carpet, and she knelt down beside him. She grabbed his narrow shaft and began to stroke. "I'm going to tell you this one more time. If any of those pics ever get out, this," she squeezed his erection hard, "will be gone. Got that?" He nodded. "Now, relax. Despite circumstances, I think you're going to like this." She ran her fingers over his rod, feeling it quiver at her touch. She stroked his chest, noting how smooth his skin was, almost as smooth as a girl's. His hairless body seemed pure, pristine, without the usual male details. And his balls were bare too, nothing around the throbbing shaft which was wonderfully hard if not big. The circulation of youth accomplished that. In a strange way, his immature body turned her on. She licked him, and he shivered. His penis seemed smoother too. Did men get bumps and things as they aged? She licked him up and down, stimulated by the newness of him. "You can make noise," she said. "This is your first blow job, right?" "Yes, ma'am." She wanted to laugh. No one had called her ma'am since Ricky became a teenager. It tickled her to hear Justin call her that. She sucked the tip of him, and he moaned, his legs shaking. She stroked and sucked and wondered what about this made her wet. It did make her wet. She found his body appealing, sexy, a turn on for her. She found herself liking his smooth skin, his less than man-sized shaft. He was smaller, more frail, more toy than Ricky. Where she had never felt in total control with Ricky, she was totally dominating Justin. Bigger, stronger, more mature, she felt he was a kind of slave. And she was his first. She would be the one he never forgot. When he was a doddering old fart in the nursing home cafeteria, he would remember this blow job. It would the blow job of record, the one that all other blow jobs would be compared to and found wanting. The mom next door had given him head for the first time, and it would brand his soul. Lori bobbed up and down on his shaft, and he moaned. It was easier than Ricky, smaller. It was like sucking a miniature, and it was erotic in its own way. She had a boy toy, all white and smooth and hard for her. She could enjoy this. Her hard nipples said she was getting aroused. Then, he shot. She wasn't expecting it, but she managed to catch most of his goo. He didn't have a lot, not like Ricky, but she supposed that would change too. He shot quickly and thoroughly, and it seemed over in an instant. "I...I think I was supposed to go longer," he said as she raised up. "You did just fine, Justin." She squeezed his deflating cock. "Just fine. Now get dressed, unhook your camera, and come to the kitchen." She stood and left, and the dampness between her legs told her she was far from satisfied. Justin had climaxed in a minute. She would take longer. The wages of age, she supposed-or maybe the rewards. She would relish the journey, not just the destination. Justin appeared in a minute, his face flushed, camera in hand. "No more pics," she said. "No more. I'm sorry if I shot too soon." "That can't be helped. Do you masturbate?" His face grew redder if possible. "When you do, don't let yourself cum right away. Make it last. All you need is practice." "Yes, ma'am." She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, and she couldn't help but grab his balls and penis. "Take care of this, and you'll make some girl very happy." "Yes, ma'am." She released him, and he headed for the door. "Oh, Justin." He spun. "Ricky's gone, and I need someone to clean the pool. Come over in the morning." His eyes widened. "I'll pay you five dollars an hour." He laughed. "Yes, ma'am." He disappeared out the door, leaving Lori with her wine and the dampness that nagged at her. Was there anything worse than having an itch that couldn't be scratched? Oh well, some wine and Mr. Vibrator would take care of that, wouldn't it? As she walked out of the kitchen, she wondered if Justin really would erase all the pics. She didn't think so. At nine the next morning, Justin arrived to clean the pool. Lori saw him from the kitchen window, and Justin didn't even bother to say hello. He simply went to work. For a moment, she wondered how he knew where everything was, but then she remembered he had been spying on her for weeks, probably months. She wondered just how much Justin knew about her. Marie, Todd, did Justin know about them too? Did he have pics? He hadn't admitted to any, but she wouldn't put it past him. He was a conniving little creature. As she watched him work, she wondered just where and how he got all his ideas. Probably the Internet. He probably surfed the net, talking to men and women and reading stories about sex. He probably learned more in a day than she had in her entire high school career. The net was a vast reservoir of information, most of it bad or incomplete. Justin probably had a mind full of images and stories. And maybe, just maybe, he had a computer full of Lori's pics. She watched him work, remembering his pale, smooth, hairless skin, his stiff, new penis, his eagerness and lack of control. He was so fresh and unused. That was a big plus after the years of dealing with lying, cheating men. Justin's innocence was a huge plus. He hadn't yet learned the bad habits of grown-ups, at least, she didn't think he had. That innocence, that untainted body, those things caused Lori to lick her lips. What might she do with an unwritten slate? How might she mold the raw clay? If given a chance, would she take it? At ten, she stepped out and called, "Justin, get in here." He dropped the net and hustled past her and into the kitchen. He tried a smile that didn't quite hold. She was glad of that. If he didn't respect her, at least, he feared her-a little. "How long have you been working?" she asked. "About an hour." "About an hour what?" He frowned a moment. "About an hour, ma'am." "That's better. And when do you have to be home?" He shrugged. "Mom and dad went to visit my sister and her new baby. She's older than me. They won't be home till dark." She locked her stare on him. "They won't be home till dark, ma'am." "You can work all day?" "Yes, ma'am." "Good. Now, if you're going to work for me, we're going to have some rules. The first rule is that you will call me mommy." He gaped. "Is that clear?" "Yes, ma'am." She glared at him. "Yes....mommy." "The second rule is that you will be naked unless I tell you to put on clothes." "Yes, ma...mommy." She crossed her arms and pursed her lips. Justin immediately stripped, pulling off his t-shirt and dropping his shorts and briefs. He stood naked and white and hairless in front of her. "Third, you will do whatever I tell you to do, and you'll do it immediately. Is that clear?" "Yes, mommy." "Very good. Now, you're going to sit on that chair over there and masturbate for me." "What?" She tapped her foot. "Yes, mommy." He moved to the oak chair, sat, and began to fondle himself. She stood in front of him, watching. She could see how uncomfortable he was. Jerking off in front of an older woman wasn't something he did every day-not yet. He didn't seem to be growing at all, which didn't surprise Lori. The ability to perform wasn't as automatic as some women thought. "Think about last night," she told him. "Remember your first blow job." His face lit up. He did remember, and immediately his penis began to grow. She watched, noting how it came alive in his hands. It seemed to get hard in an instant. "Remember how my lips felt," she said. "You love how they feel." He was stroking his narrow, white erection, rubbing the head with his thumb, squeezing and pulling. She watched, a bit fascinated by it all. It wasn't that she hadn't seen men masturbate before; it was more the control she had. He was doing this because she told him to. He was beating off for mommy. He leaned back and slouched, getting his hips higher, stroking that white worm right in front of her. She watched and waited. "Maybe this will help," she said and opened her shirt. She pulled out one breast and began to play with her nipple. He stared, gaped, watching as he stroked himself, pumped himself. She could see that her bare breast excited him. He was pumping faster. His balls shriveled. Then, he came. Thin, white gruel spurted out and over his hand as he pumped his thin cock. She watched, smiling, knowing that this wasn't something he wanted but something she wanted. She was the master, and he was the puppet. She dressed herself, grabbed a roll of paper towels and tossed it to him. "Clean up and then come upstairs," she ordered. "And do a good job." "Yes, mommy." When Justin came into her room, Lori was waiting. She stood by the bed, and she smiled. "Strip mommy," she said. "Yes, mommy." He moved forward, his hands shaking as he reached for her blouse. "With your teeth." He stopped and looked at her. "You heard mommy, didn't you?" He nodded and leaned forward his hands by his naked side. Then, as awkward as a penguin in a swamp, he began to work on her blouse button with his mouth. His teeth and tongue played over the button, his saliva soaking the fabric. He nuzzled right between her breasts, trying hard to find a way to work the button free. She stood there, relishing his face in her breasts, rubbing her with his cheeks. He wasn't making much progress, but she had expected as much. Yet, she wasn't about to help him. He needed the discipline. Knowing Mom Ch. 06 "Put your hands on your penis," she told him. He immediately grabbed himself as he sought to unloose the button. He pushed his face hard against her, worming his tongue against the reluctant button. She waited, patient, enjoying him and his efforts. He was her boy toy, mommy's boy, and he was doing what mommy wanted. She felt wicked and powerful at the same time. She was the mom, and he would obey. He would please her with simple, automatic obedience. She felt her nipples harden as he struggled, but she didn't help him. This was his task, and he had to learn the hard way. When the first button came undone, he looked up at her. "That took too long," she told him. "You will do better." "Yes, mommy." He went to work on the second button, his face buried between her breasts, his hands on his penis. She waited, patient and in control. Her nipples swelled, and she felt the familiar tingle between her legs, but she had time. She had all day. She could be patient and demanding, and he would fulfill her every whim. The second button came undone more quickly as Justin learned a technique. No, it wasn't easy, but he could do it. He moved down to the next button, his face in her tummy, his hands on his privates. She watched and waited, noting how his journey down her body stimulated her. It was perhaps the slowest any male had ever moved down her body. She couldn't remember anyone ever taking so long, but that was sexy, erotic. The longer Justin took, the hotter she became. Her own plaything could be made to take as much time as she desired. It took some minutes and time but Justin finally managed to undo every button. With that, he worked around her shoulders, tugging with his teeth until he had managed to work the blouse loose, and it fell to the floor. Then, he started on her bra. "Pick it up," she said. He reached for it. "Teeth," she admonished. He dropped to his knees in order to pick up the blouse. "Bed." He laid it on the bed and looked at her. "Keep going." "Yes, mommy." Her bra had a single snap in front, and Justin attacked it with newfound relish. He tongued and bit and pulled and worried the snap, but it was stubborn. For Lori, it was erotic. It was as if she had some pet dog trained to strip her, to do what she commanded. Justin was a trained, trick dog who obeyed in hope of a treat. Oh, she would treat him all right, but only if he performed as she wished. No trick, no treat. She loved his face between her breasts, and she almost regretted it when he jerked the snap free, and the bra opened. The look of triumph on his face was unmistakable. He was learning, and he was learning fast. He managed to get the bra off relatively quickly, and he didn't make the mistake of dropping it on the floor. He laid it carefully on top the blouse. Then, he went to work on her shorts. The button was bigger, easier, and he worked at it, his face almost down to her crotch. She watched him, noting that he was like some white dog, a circus act bent on doing whatever his master ordered. The button came loose, and although it took several tries he succeeded in slowly pulling down the zipper, his face virtually touching her. She liked that, his hot breath on her tummy, on her thong. He was breathing heavily, sweating, and she could see the sheen on his pale skin. Justin was earning his treat. He was working harder than he had ever worked before. He ran his head around her, working the shorts off her hips. She loved the feel of his face on her ass, her hips, her tummy. He seemed to grow more animated as he worked, moving faster, panting. Perhaps, like a dog, he could sniff her dampness. Perhaps, he recognized heat. All dogs could, right? When they smelled it, they got hard and tried to hump whatever was available. Justin was so much like her pet dog. The shorts fell. She had nothing left but her thong. His tongue literally lolled out of his mouth. Taking a deep breath, Justin started on the thong, and although he was anxious, he seemed to take his time. He lingered against her pussy, smelling and touching, and she had to admit the attention was welcome and erotic. He tugged down in front and on the sides, working it down over her hips, stretching it. His hair was matted with sweat, but he didn't seem tired. He worked it right down over her shaved pussy, exposing her completely. Her nipples were erect, her slit damp. He had taken the better part of an hour to strip her, and in the process, he had aroused her. Who wouldn't be? As he laid the thong on the other clothes, he turned and grinned at her, so proud of himself. He was the happy trick dog. And he was hard again. His white erection peeked at her between his hands. The stripping had made her puppy aroused too. She moved to the bed and stretched out. "Get on the bed." He climbed onto the bed. "You're going to touch mommy," she said. "You're going to touch her precisely where and how she tells you. Is that clear?" "Yes, mommy." "Take your forefinger and rub mommy's nipple." Like the trained puppy he was, Justin reached out and rubbed her. He was tentative and light and innocent and malleable, like clay. She was the artist, and he was the clay, and she was going to transform him into precisely what pleased her most. She guided his finger with her voice, ordering him to touch exactly so, exactly where. She dictated pressure and speed and all the variables associated with fondling and foreplay. As his finger worked to make her nipples as hard as little nuts, she watched his erection. He was hard and staying hard, and his white rod bobbed and moved and rubbed on the sheet. He was as stiff as possible, and he wasn't getting any relief, not for a while. Instead, he was learning mommy's body, mommy's wants and needs. He was learning how to sex up mommy, how to turn her into an orgasm factory. "That's right, Justin. Right there, press harder. Good. Now pinch it. Harder. Oh, that's nice, very nice. You like pinching mommy's nipples, don't you?" "Yes, mommy." "You like touching mommy, don't you." "Yes, mommy." "You like it because it's wicked but makes you hard." "Yes, mommy." "You like being hard for mommy, mommy's hard boy." "Yes, mommy." She told him to touch her pussy, and an eager light came into his eyes. She had him spread her and examine her and touch delicately all the parts. If he was going to be mommy's good, hard, fuck boy, he had to learn all about mommy, all about her body. He looked and salivated and touched, and his hard little pecker stood straight up, like a flagpole. She had him begin to stroke her, to use his fingers on her. He spread her wide and stroked where she told him, as she told him. Up, down, around, over, he used her pussy as she herself would use it, because he was her boy toy, her puppy to train. She made him go as slow as she wanted, as fast as she wanted. One finger, two fingers, on her clit, around her clit, all the ways she had learned to love being touched. And all the while, she reminded him that he was finger fucking mommy, that he was her boy toy, using mommy as she wanted. It was wicked and taboo, but it felt soo good and made him sooo hard, and he wanted her more than anything in the world. It was taboo. It was taboo and evil and sinful so much more satisfying because it was all those things. She was a wanton mommy corrupting her boy, turning him into her controlled robot, an object for her pleasure. Making him finger her for an hour would make him her little slave, and she wanted a slave. "Faster, Justin, faster on mommy's clit. See how juicy you make her. She's getting to cum." "Yes, mommy." She was ready, more than ready. She had made him use her for almost two hours, and she was as ready as she had ever been. She had never been finger fucked like this, never fucked by her boy toy. Yes, she was so ready, and when it came, she told him to thrust deep and hold and wiggle his fingers as her pussy clamped and sucked and worked. It was sooo good, so right. She wanted to scream. No one had ever made her cum so hard on fingers. The shudders echoed through her body. Justin had done her right. She gasped and half laughed and waited for the aftershock that was as delicious as the original upheaval. When it was over, she told him to remove his hand. He worked his fingers as if they were cramped, but his white cock still saluted her. "Now, Justin, jerk off again." He stared at her, and she could tell he thought he was going to get some of her delicious pussy. He would, but not yet. No, he would have to serve a bit more before he got to fuck mommy with that bald, white cock. "Do it," she ordered. He sat on the bed and gripped his hard shaft. She watched as he began to stroke. "Rub mommy's pussy juice all over it," she said. He used his fingers to spread her lotion on him and stroked anew. She knew he wouldn't last long. He had been hard too long. He would cum in a rush-and he did. After he came, she sent him home. She reminded him that if anyone found out anything she would take his nuts and feed them to the goldfish. He believed her. After he left, she showered and took a much needed nap. Lori left for the lake at dusk. As she drove, she wondered exactly why she was making the trip. She wasn't sure, but something tugged her forward, something lured her to the lake and Ricky and the camping trip. She had meant to let him alone for the entire weekend, but she found she couldn't keep that promise. Curiosity and desire pushed her along. What was he doing? What would happen if she showed up? It was a camping trip for Ricky, Todd, and their friends. How would she explain the intrusion? Could she explain it? Full dark had come by the time she reached the lane leading to Audrey's house and the camp out. Lori had been there once before, and she remembered a little turn off about half way to the area, a place to park her car. As she turned off the engine and lights, she wondered how she might continue. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the dark, and it was dark, darker than she had expected. Why was it that dark in the woods seemed so final, so scary? It was scary. She had half a mind to turn around and drive home, but that would be admitting fear and defeat. No, she had come this far, what was another half mile? Even in the dark, it was a short walk down the lane. She moved cautiously down the dirt lane. The woods were full of noise and dark and things that might cause harm, not the least of which was Audrey's husband who sometimes hunted at night with his dogs. Lori wouldn't want to be treed by the hounds like some raccoon. How would she explain parking so far away and sneaking in like a thief? She moved quietly, kicking up dust and hoping to avoid a turned ankle. The road wasn't some smooth highway. As she rounded the last turn, she spotted the campground and fire, the tents, and further along, Audrey's house, lights still lit. Lori slowed and left the road, slipping along in the shadow of the trees. They were sitting on logs around the camp fire, although the night wasn't cool enough to warrant one. From her place in the shadows, Lori could see them-Ricky, Todd, Billy, Neil, April, Heather, Emma, Joy. They laughed and talked, and while she couldn't hear the conversation, she could see that they were having a good time. She looked for beer or alcohol and didn't see any which was a good thing. Ricky had assured her that Heather's parents didn't allow drinking, but it was good to verify that. The house was another 50 yards past the campground, and it was quiet. Lori supposed that Audrey had come alone, without Bob and the dogs. Even as she watched, the last light in the house winked out. Without any outside lights, the house became a spooky specter looming in the distance. Lori wondered if Audrey was keeping watch over the kids. No, Audrey wouldn't do that. She was progressive enough to trust her daughter, even if the trust was misplaced. Hadn't Ricky mentioned something about Heather, about a wild streak? Of course, even if Audrey did watch, it was a good bet she couldn't see anything beyond the campfire light. There was no moon to betray the kids-or Lori. She leaned against a tree and watched, waiting. Since she had parked down the lane, she couldn't very well walk up and say hey. Everyone would wonder why she simply hadn't driven right up to the camp. Sneaking this far had robbed her of that gambit, but it wasn't a gambit to begin with. She had no reason to be there. Any excuse would sound lame. Better to keep sneaking, and sneaking meant waiting, waiting. A few insects bedeviled her from time to time, but overall, she found the waiting bearable. It was neither too hot nor too cold, and if she didn't think about snakes or varmints or nocturnal animals, she wasn't particularly frightened. She was curious and excited. She hadn't done anything like this since high school. Grown mothers didn't creep around in the dark, watching their children and friends. In fact, if anyone discovered her, she might be labeled mentally challenged. This wasn't a sanity check. She thought about leaving, about sneaking back to the car and going home. That would be the prudent and sane thing to do. But it wouldn't scratch the itch, it wouldn't sate the recklessness coursing through her veins. The wildness made her smile. What other mom would be doing this? None. Yes, it was reckless and irresponsible and therefore terribly exciting. At last, Ricky and Todd doused the campfire. In the dying glow, she watched the teens disperse, two to a tent. Ricky and Todd were the last to slip into their tent, and Lori was careful to note which tent it was. She was glad Ricky was with Todd. That would certainly make things easier. She leaned against the tree in the dark and waited. She wanted them to be asleep. She wasn't certain everyone was asleep, but she couldn't wait any longer. With her heart pounding, she started toward the cars and tents. Time seemed to stand still as she moved like a shadow across the open meadow. She reached the cars and stopped, listening, waiting for a moment. Only the crickets sang to her. She slipped around the cars and behind the tents. When she reached Ricky's, she fell to her knees and crawled forward. Listening, sweating with excitement and fear and desire, she reached the entrance. She listened, hearing both boys breathing regularly-asleep. As she reached for the zipper, fear almost stayed her hand. What was she doing? This was insane. She should run, run now and never look back. While her mind told her get away, her hand raised the zipper with agonizing slowness. No one must wake, not yet. When it was just high enough for her to crawl in, she looked around the camp one more time. She could turn around now-but she didn't. Slowly, like a snake, she slithered into the tent. The darkness inside the tent was near complete, but it couldn't keep her from separating Todd from Ricky. She could tell them apart by their breathing. Although the tent was small, there was space between them, and she crawled the last inches toward Ricky. She hesitated a moment, not exactly sure how to wake him. In the dark, in a strange place, he might yell, and that might give away the game. She had to be careful but yet... She threw one arm across his chest and her hand over his mouth and whispered in his ear. "It's mommy, Ricky, mommy." He struggled for a moment, but she kept whispering, assuring, holding him in place on top the sleeping bag. He quieted immediately, and she licked his ear. Her hand slid down his bare chest to his boxers and began to rub his penis. She turned his head and kissed him, her tongue worming into his mouth. At the same time she pulled his penis from his boxers, and it immediately began to fill. He managed to cup her breast as they kissed, as she stroked him hard. She loved how it happened, how she could turn him into a rod for her use. Ricky was her hard cock whenever she desired. He responded as he always did, his desire for her evident. She squeezed him hard and sucked his tongue, and she knew she had to be quick. This couldn't be a long, drawn out thing. She had to get in and out. She wiggled out of her shorts and slid on top of him. If she didn't raise up, there was enough room to ride him. She felt him slide deep inside, and it felt better than any man she had ever had. She rocked on top of him, taking him in and out by degrees. His hands slipped under her shirt to massage her breasts. They were as quiet as humanly possible, and yet, she knew they weren't silent. She could hear his slippery cock sliding up and down in her pussy, although the crickets masked the sound outside the tent. She bent low to whisper in his ear. "Fuck mommy, Ricky, fuck mommy good. She's sooo horny for you. She thinks about you all the time, and see how wet she gets. She loves being fucked by you, by her son. You're the best son possible, and you fuck mommy soooo good. Mommy loves you deep inside her pussy. You stay so hard and fuck so deep. You're mommy's best fuck, Ricky, mommy's best fuck." She licked his ear and fucked his throbbing cock, telling him how good he felt. She loved fucking her son, Little Ricky who wasn't so little any more. He was mommy's shaft, used to open her up and make her cum. Whenever she thought about him she got so hot she could barely stand. He made her weak in the knees, and when he fucked her, it was heaven. He was a rock hard pole she could use for pleasure. When Todd grabbed her wrist, Lori fought the yelp in her throat. Of course, Todd would be awake, and of course, he would know what she was doing. So, she let him take her hand to his rod, and as Ricky fucked her, she stroked Todd's throbbing erection. She was wildly happy and excited. Mommy was fucking her son and jerking off his friend at the same time-in a dark tent in the middle of the night. If someone shined a flashlight on them now???? She didn't want to think of that. She wanted to get them off and disappear. They were both as solid as stone, pulsating stone. God, she loved this, loved it so much she was willing to risk everything. It was fucking taken to a new level. The tap on the tent froze her, froze them all. There she was locked onto Ricky, hand on Todd, wondering if the tap had been accidental, a falling branch or something. They waited, barely breathing. Was it their imagination, or was someone out there? Perspiration ran down her face and back. What if someone was out there? What if... Another tap, followed by a hushed voice. "Ricky, it's Heather. Are you awake?" "Yes," Ricky hissed. "I need to talk. Can you come out---or you want me to come in?" "It's late," he answered. "Please?" Lori waited, locked on to of Ricky, her heart thumped in her chest. "I'll be right out," Ricky said. "Wait by the fire." "OK." Lori heard Heather move away, and as she did, Ricky rammed his cock as deep as it would go, and then, he shot. She felt him fire and recoil, fire and recoil, sending his gobs of Ricky cum deep inside. She took it, quiet and still, letting him unload into her. It felt so good, so right. She loved getting her son's cum inside. Wicked and evil and soooo good. When he finished, he pushed her off and grabbed his shirt, tucking in his deflating erection in the dark. A last kiss, and he was sliding out. Even as he left, Todd rolled over on top of her, feeding his engorged cock between her legs. She spread and took him, knowing that it was best for both of them. He rammed it home as she pulled him close. "Fuck me," she whispered, "just like you fuck mommy at home. Cum quick and hard for mommy." He pushed as hard as he knew how. Not as big as Ricky, Todd still stimulated her, and she loved how his young, hard, smooth body felt. "Cum in mommy," she said. "Fill mommy with son goo." Knowing Mom Ch. 06 He shoved one more time, and she felt him shoot. Oh, it felt good. Not as good as Ricky but still good. Shoot and recoil, shoot and recoil, like a cannon. Her pussy grabbed at the cannon and milked it. She loved the feeling. Spent, he rolled off, and for a moment, she simply rested. Her heart pounded, her pussy felt full of hot cum. Her nipples ached in a pleasing way. A weakness came over her, and she wanted to sleep, but she couldn't. Instead, she retrieved her shorts and slipped them on. As she slid toward the entrance, Todd grabbed her and pulled her close. "Thanks, mom," he said and kissed her. She grabbed his deflated penis as they kissed, knowing that she could have it any time she wished. But she wanted more was Ricky. She wished she could stay until he came back and have him lick her till she exploded, but that was too dangerous for thought. Instead, she slipped out into the night, the dark. Slipping around the tent, she stole a glance at the fire pit. Sure enough, Heather and Ricky were seated on a log in front of the dead fire. For a moment, Lori was tempted to steal closer and eavesdrop. She fought the urge and began moving toward the cars, retracing her route. She reached the cars and turned around for a final look, a final survey of her field of triumph. She had done it, slipped in, had sex with little Ricky and slipped out again. She wanted to laugh-until she spotted them. They were kissing. Ricky and Heather were on the log, kissing, and it wasn't some brotherly kiss. They were lip locked. More, they were feeling each other up. Even in the scant light, Lori could see that. Ricky was pulling Heather's tits out of her shirt. She was rubbing his crotch. What the hell! A sudden jealousy engulfed Lori. Didn't Heather know that Ricky belonged to her? That was mommy's tongue, mommy's cock. That little bitch better keep her hands off Ricky. But Heather didn't. Instead, she sank to her knees in front of Ricky and her head went down between his legs. That meant only one thing, she was giving Ricky a blow job. Lori wanted to scream. That trollop, she was getting sex with Ricky. Damn, Lori wanted to punch in the girl's face. In fact, she took a step toward the fire, only to be stopped by the warm cum leaking down her leg. What was she thinking? Who had Ricky's semen? Not Heather. After the load Ricky shot, Heather would be lucky to get a drop. No, Lori had Ricky's load, and she would always keep Ricky's load. In fact, Ricky was probably having this sex so his mommy could escape. That made sense-because he wouldn't be much good after what he had just done. Lori stepped back and tore her eyes away from Heather's bobbing head. She had to go, to get away while Ricky protected her. Still, a gnawing jealousy ran through her. Heather was taking far too many liberties, and Ricky was in on it. She would make him pay for that. No matter if he was protecting her, he was her lover, not Heather's. She would make sure he understood that. Beneath the shadow of the trees, she picked up speed. Her car was halfway down the lane, and she had a long drive. Luckily, the feel of Ricky juice between her legs would make it all better. Knowing Mom Ch. 07 Lori awoke with the sun streaming through the window. She immediately wondered how late it was, why she was still in bed. Then, she remembered the tent, the sex. Had that been a dream? No, no, it had been all too real, all too exciting, and she was sleeping because she had come home so late. But the drive had been worth it. What a rush it had been to sneak into the tent with Ricky and Todd while the others slept. Delicious. After shower and breakfast, Lori decided to check her email. She hadn't been online in a while, and after a few minutes she was surfing again. The list of chat rooms contained the usual provocative titles, and she avoided most of them. Then, she spotted CHATTING UP MOM, and in a flirty mood, entered. The room was nearly full of men, boys, girls, women, and the screen soon filled with the kind of double entendre so common online. People could be witty and funny, especially when they were anonymous and unseen. She suspected most of them lied through their teeth. She was tempted to add her own experiences to the mix but decided against it. When it was real, it was far too dangerous to share. Then, the instant message appeared. SUB-SON: Hi, 18 son here. KNOWINGMOM: Hi, Mom here. SUB-SON: You have a son? KNOWINGMOM: Yes, about your age. SUB-SON: And do you peek on him? KNOWINGMOM: Sometimes. Lori giggled. She could have said a lot more than that, but SUB-SON didn't need to know just how extensive her relationship with Ricky was. SUB-SON: Like what you see? KNOWINGMOM: Love it. You peek on mom? SUB-SON: Sometimes. She's pretty sexy. KNOWINGMOM: I bet. So, do you have a fantasy? SUB-SON: Better, a story. KNOWINGMOM: Tell me. SUB-SON: You have to promise not to tell anyone else. KNOWINGMOM: I won't. I promise. SUB-SON: Because it would be bad. KNOWINGMOM: Trust me. SUB-SON: OK. It began after school one day. I had just got home when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Hanson, our neighbor. She had a flat tire, and she asked if I would put on the donut, you know, that little spare they put in new cars. She was home alone and she didn't want to pay for a tow. So, I went over. Now, Mrs. Hanson is an average woman except for some big tits, I mean, huge tits. They make her look top heavy they're so big. Her butt was a little big too, but her tits always got looks when she would walk around the neighborhood in a t-shirt. KNOWINGMOM: I bet you looked too. SUB-SON: Yeah, I usually did. When she was in a bathing suit in the back yard too. I hate to admit this, but sometimes I would stand in my window and jerk off while I watched her. She looked pretty hot. KNOWINGMOM: Do you jerk off a lot? SUB-SON: All the time. I'm a teenager. LOL KNOWINGMOM: It's part of the hormones. LOL Go on. SUB-SON: Well, I walked over, and there she was in cut off jeans and a t-shirt over those bodacious ta-ta's. She led me to the garage, and sure enough, she had a flat. Well, I'm pretty good at changing tires. My mom gets flats too, but that's because she's always hitting potholes at 50 miles per hour. Anyway, I jacked it up and changed tires in no time although I was sweating like a pig because the garage was so hot. I checked the tire before I put it in the trunk, and it had a nail in it. After, I went looking for Mrs. H. KNOWINGMOM: And you found her naked? SUB-SON: LOL Not a chance. I didn't find her. She wasn't upstairs or in the kitchen or family room. So, I checked the basement. I didn't think she was there either. It was empty. I was about to leave when I spotted a door. I thought it was the furnace room or something, but I thought I better check. I opened the door and found her room. KNOWINGMOM: Her room? SUB-SON: It was like no room I'd ever seen. I'm not into kinky stuff, so I wasn't real sure what I had walked into, but it was one of those rooms. It had restraints and shackles built into the walls. There was a whole rack of black leather whips and devices I couldn't begin to name. The walls were padded, and I guess the room was sound proof. It looked like a dungeon, only with leather instead of iron. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. Really weird and kinky. KNOWINGMOM: And was she there? SUB-SON: Yeah, polishing some leather straps. She looked really surprised. I said I had finished, and she said I worked fast. I started to back out, and then she asked me if I would do her a favor. KNOWINGMOM: Favor? SUB-SON: Not tell anyone. This was her special room, and she didn't want anyone to know. The neighbors might not understand. KNOWINGMOM: I bet not. LOL She would be a real threat to god-fearing folks. SUB-SON: It scared me. And I guess it showed because she asked if I knew what the room was. I said it was some kind of kinky dungeon, and she laughed. Yes, it was that, but it was more. It was a real turn on for her. She got to play domitrix, and that pleased her and the people she dominated. I didn't know what a domitrix did, and I told her that. But it was ok with me. I wasn't into it, but she could be. And that's when she offered to show me what she did. KNOWINGMOM: And you accepted. SUB-SON: What else could I do? She waved me into the room and closed the door. Then, she put my wrists in these leather shackles and placed them over a hook above my head. It was all pretty wild until she raised the hook. She stretched my arms until I couldn't reach any higher, so there was no way I could get off that hook. I was stuck and I thought pretty silly looking. Then, she pulled off her shirt and bra, and there were those hooters, and they were like melons, round and white with big nipples. She slipped on this leather harness that let her tits through but supported them, and I have to tell you they looked terrific. That's when she told me to stop grinning. KNOWINGMOM: Ooooh, she got tough? SUB-SON: I started to laugh and she shoved a rubber ball into my mouth. Before I could spit it out, she tied the straps behind my head. I was gagged. I couldn't talk. She leaned real close to show me those hooters and said that until I learned to obey I would have to be silenced. KNOWINGMOM: Were you hard? SUB-SON: Oh yes, to see her that way was hot, and I had a boner like you wouldn't believe. If I could have talked, I would have told her that I'd had enough. I could go home. But I couldn't talk, and I had to watch her pull one of those tits to her mouth and lick her own nipple in front of me. I was so hard it hurt, and she's there licking. Then, she jerked down my shorts. KNOWINGMOM: And that boner leaped up. SUB-SON: God, it was embarrassing. She walked around me, staring at me and my erection, and I couldn't tell if she liked it or not. I was hanging there like a slab of beef, my cock at full attention. She grabbed some kind of short whip, maybe a riding crop, and came up to me. She grabbed my penis and squeezed so hard tears came to my eyes. Then, she told me she hadn't told me to get one of those yet. I was undisciplined, untrained. I was a very bad boy. And then, she whipped me. KNOWINGMOM: OMG. Did it hurt? SUB-SON: It stung like hell. But it didn't really hurt. She seemed to know exactly how hard to hit, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to leave a mark or break the skin. And while she whipped my ass she told me I better get rid of that boner. It seems that when you want to get rid of a hard-on, you can't. You know how it is, the thing never obeys. KNOWINGMOM: I like to keep it up as long as possible. SUB-SON: Yeah, well, ordinarily I would want to too, but right then, I wanted the damn thing to deflate like a busted balloon. But it was hard with her whipping me and telling me how headstrong I was, a bad little boy who had never learned to obey. She sounded so different from the Mrs. Hanson who lived next door. It was a Jeckyl and Hyde thing. She talked filthy, calling me her whore boy and her teen toy, a boy with the nastiest ideas in the neighborhood. She said she knew I jerked off in the window when I watched her in the back yard. She said she knew I peeked on my mom and then jerked off in mom's panties. She knew all my horrid little secrets, and she was going to make me pay for such wicked thoughts. KNOWINGMOM: How did she know? SUB-SON: I don't know. I think she was guessing. Anyway, she gave me a good number of lashes before my boner disappeared. That made her smile. She showed me her tits again and grabbed my balls to squeeze them. She squeezed hard and told me she could rip them off if she wanted, feed them to the crows. She scared me, she really did. But she was hot too, you know? She had played this game before, and she knew what to do. Then, she told me to get hard again. KNOWINGMOM: She's a sadist. SUB-SON: Yes, she likes control. She's not very tall, so maybe she needs to feel in control sometimes. KNOWINGMOM: Most women like to be in control at times. SUB-SON: Maybe, but there she was, rubbing those melons against me and stroking my cock to life and all the time telling me I'm a nasty boy who needs a mistress. She said she knew that the first time she saw me jerking off after school. She said I should draw my curtains before I flop on the bed and jerk off, that I needed self-will, the ability to control my urges. And she could teach me. She could teach me to obey like a Doberman, ready and able whenever she whistled. Oh yes, she could make me her slave boy, and more, I would love it. I would be so turned on I would beg her to use me. KNOWINGMOM: And did she? SUB-SON: Yes, she jerked me off right there in her dungeon. She rubbed against me and stroked me, and when she told me to cum, I shot for all I was worth. It was embarrassing. My ass stung like hell, and I was cumming on command. I had never had that done before. And she laughed at me. She laughed and said I would be tough, but she would make me into a perfect sub-son. I would be her sub and I would beg for more. KNOWINGMOM: She's wild. Then, what? SUB-SON: She released me. She handed me a towel and told me to clean up the mess on the floor. Then, she took off her harness and put on her shirt and left. I cleaned up and went upstairs, and I knew my face was as red as an apple. She was sitting in the kitchen, and she thanked me for changing her tire. I wanted to sort of talk about what had happened, but she wouldn't let me. She handed me five dollars for the tire and told me to come over after school the next day. I wanted to suggest we go right back down to the dungeon, but she shooed me out the door. KNOWINGMOM: So, you went back the next day. LOL SUB-SON: Yeah. But I didn't intend to. I mean, I told myself I wouldn't go through that again. It was degrading, and I didn't have to do it. KNOWINGMOM: But it was hot too. SUB-SON: Very hot. I kept thinking about it all day, and every time I did, I got a boner. I mean, I could feel that whip on my ass and her melons and the smell of leather and how she made me cum when she said. I don't know if you can understand, but it was an incredible turn on. I didn't know it would be so stimulating. KNOWINGMOM: So, you went back. SUB-SON: Right after school, I walked over and knocked on the door. She answered and she told me to go down to the room. She came in, and we did the same as the day before. She shackled me to the ceiling and gagged me, and I let her, and then she stripped naked before she put on the harness and a little leather thong. She was shaved and hot and my cock filled so fast it was scary. That was when she grabbed the crop again. She told me she hadn't given me permission to get hard, and this time, she whipped my cock before she whipped my ass. That crop hurt like hell on my boner, but she didn't care. She laughed as it shrank, and she laughed harder when she did my ass. KNOWINGMOM: She's a little Hitler isn't she. SUB-SON: God yes. She enjoys giving a bit of pain. After she whipped me she told me I had two minutes to get hard again. Two minutes. KNOWINGMOM: And did you? SUB-SON: No, not under pressure. It was too hard, her standing there counting off the time. When I couldn't do it, she pulled out a kind of ball squeezer device. She put my balls in it and started to squeeze. She told me that if I couldn't learn, she would pop them like walnuts. She was scary. KNOWINGMOM: But you got hard. SUB-SON: Yes, very hard, rock hard. She had me by the balls, literally. KNOWINGMOM: LOL Then what? SUB-SON: She told me my cock was so pretty she just had to suck it. But if I came while she was sucking or got soft, she would punish me. KNOWINGMOM: OMG SUB-SON: Yeah, like that. So, she got down and she was sucking, and it was great. I mean, she was licking and sucking and stroking, and she had those big tits bouncing, and it was more than I could take. KNOWINGMOM: You shot? SUB-SON: All over her face and tits. I couldn't help it. She was too good. KNOWINGMOM: Did she whip you again? SUB-SON: Yes, hard. She whipped my cock too. I was willful, and she couldn't have that. I was still too proud, too wicked, and she would have to train me better. KNOWINGMOM: Then what? SUB-SON: She ungagged me and made me lick her face and tits, swallow my own cum. KNOWINGMOM: You loved that. SUB-SON: Yesssssssss. She had to stand on a stool so I could lick her tits. I had to get right down between them and lick, and that made her nipples hard and big. She liked it. KNOWINGMOM: I'm sure she did. Then? SUB-SON: She made me clean up and told me to come back the next day. KNOWINGMOM: More training. SUB-SON: Exactly. KNOWINGMOM: And you swore you wouldn't go back. SUB-SON: I promised myself I wouldn't. KNOWINGMOM: But you did. SUB-SON: Not the next day or the day after, but the day after that I couldn't take it any more. I went back. KNOWINGMOM: And she was worse than ever. SUB-SON: She whipped my cock and ass and legs and inserted a dildo in my ass. God, I thought she was going to rape me. She made me get hard and she sucked again, and I couldn't hold it, and she pinched my nipples till they were bruised. She made me clean her tits again and suck her nipples. Then, she whipped me and let me go. KNOWINGMOM: Until the next day. SUB-SON: Yessssssss. I went back. I didn't want to, not really, but she was soooo powerful and it was really hot, even the pain was hot. When she was in leather she was totally awesome, a dark queen. She was wicked and evil, and she wanted me to be her perfect son, her perfect slave. I learned to get hard when she said and to cum when she said. If I failed she whipped me or sometimes she strapped on the dildo and fucked my ass. It was awful when she raped me. I felt so violated and used. KNOWINGMOM: But you loved it. SUB-SON: Yes. I did. KNOWINGMOM: And then? SUB-SON: I kept going back even though I told myself I would quit. It was like an addiction. I dreamed about it and fantasized. I hated it while I was there and loved it when I wasn't. Pure love-hate relationship. And she was wonderful sometimes. Sometimes she wouldn't whip me or tie me up. She'd let me play with her tits or tongue her pussy or she would suck me off and swallow my cum. As long as I did what she wanted, she was ok. Some days, she would strap me to the rack and fuck me till she told me to cum. I loved fucking her. KNOWINGMOM: And you loved getting fucked. SUB-SON: I have to admit I did at times. She would jerk back my head and fuck my ass and kiss me. She made me like it. Sometimes, she would let me cum while she fucked me. KNOWINGMOM: OMG. She's wicked. SUB-SON: Totally wicked. But that's not the worst. KNOWINGMOM: No, what else? SUB-SON: One day she tied me up as usual and gagged me which she hadn't done in a while. Then, she put a leather hood over head. I had no idea what I was in for. She left the room and came back a few minutes later, and she had someone with her. "See," she said, "this is what I've been telling you about." "Can I touch him?" the other woman asked. And I froze. I died. I would recognize that voice anywhere. It was my mom. KNOWINGMOM: OMG It wasn't. SUB-SON: It was, and I could tell she didn't know it was me. KNOWINGMOM: She had to know it was you. SUB-SON: No, I think Mrs. Hanson told her I was some boy from across town. Mom hadn't seen me naked in years. She didn't know. At least, she pretended not to know. KNOWINGMOM: Go on. SUB-SON: They used me. Mrs. Hanson showed mom how she could make me hard or soft, and she had mom whip me, and mom did, hard. She let mom fondle and stroke me, and then she made mom suck me off. I couldn't cum until she said, and mom sucked for a long time. I was about to explode when she let me cum and mom sucked me dry. She swallowed, and Mrs. Hanson laughed. It was so much fun. After mom left, she untied me, and I told her she was sick, sick. I told her I'd never come back. That was awful. I stormed out. KNOWINGMOM: But you went back. SUB-SON: I had to. I was hooked. It took a week but I went back. KNOWINGMOM: And she punished you more. SUB-SON: Yes, she punished me and used me, and I wanted it all the more. KNOWINGMOM: And she brought back your mother. SUB-SON: Yes. Whenever she put the hood on me I knew mom was coming. KNOWINGMOM: Mom used you too. SUB-SON: She taught mom to rape me with the dildo and to suck me and fuck me. Mom liked the ball crusher, and I swear one day she ruptured one she squeezed so hard. She liked to fuck more than Mrs. Hanson. Mom would put me on the rack and fuck me for an hour. She would orgasm over and over until she allowed me to cum. She liked being in control. Then, one day, Mrs. Hanson pulled off the hood. KNOWINGMOM: OMG. SUB-SON: It wasn't what you think. I was hoodless, but mom wasn't. She was on the rack, naked and tied down and in a hood. And it was my turn to do her. They forced me to lick her and eat her and make her cum on my tongue. Mrs. Hanson would have my balls in her hand while I made my mom cum on my face. Mom loved it. She would moan and scream and fuck my face with her hairy pussy, grinding in on me. Mrs. Hanson would make me do mom till mom as exhausted. Then, I'd fuck mom. They made me mount her and fuck her, ramming her over and over while she begged for more. I couldn't say a word, only listen and fuck till they told me to cum. KNOWINGMOM: Wow...but you liked it. SUB-SON: I didn't want to. I couldn't help it. Sometimes when I was licking mom, Mrs. Hanson would rape me with the dildo, fucking my ass while mom fucked my face. They used me every day. One of us always wore a hood, but Mrs. Hanson knew. She knew mom was being fucked by her own son. KNOWINGMOM: How long did it last? SUB-SON: It's still going on. KNOWINGMOM: No way. SUB-SON: We're both hooked. I'm there all the time, and mom comes over whenever she can. She's addicted too. She loves it. Sometimes at dinner after I fucked her I look at her and know that the reason she's so happy is because she's fucking her own son. I put the smile on her face. Often, I want to tell her, confess so we can help each other stop. But every time I try, I fail. I'm a junkie. I need my fix. KNOWINGMOM: So does mom. SUB-SON: I don't think it will last much longer. I know Mrs. Hanson. She's evil. One of these days, she's going to pull off the hood, and we'll see each other, and that will be...awful. KNOWINGMOM: Better stop now. SUB-SON: I can't. She won't let me. KNOWINGMOM: Who? SUB-SON: Mrs. Hanson. I'm hers now, her slave toy. I'll keep going over till she tells me to go away. KNOWINGMOM: Leave town. SUB-SON: I don't want to. Even now I'm thinking about the dungeon, the leather, mom fucking me so hard she cums like a whore. I'm hooked. In fact, I'm going over now. I can't stand it. KNOWINGMOM: You don't have to go. Knowing Mom Ch. 07 SUB-SON: Yes, I do. Perhaps we'll talk another time. Bye. KNOWINGMOM: Bye. Lori stared at the computer screen, mouth agape, certain that SUB-SON was lying, that it couldn't possibly be true, and yet, if it was... She wondered what she might do if a domitrix lured her into a dungeon where a teenage boy hung from the ceiling. Would she use the teen? Would she use him as he wanted to be used, needed to be used? Would she have the courage to give him the abuse he craved? The thought tempted, tempted more than she was willing to entertain. "Hey, mom," Ricky said. "Whatcha doing?" She spun, and Ricky grinned in the doorway. "I saw you with Heather," Lori said. "Oh," Ricky answered. "Everything?" She nodded. "Well, if it's any consolation, she had to work a long time before she got anything-thanks to you." "I thought you were mommy's boy." "I am, but you were there in the tent. I couldn't very well invite her in." "I think you owe me." "Mom." "I think you owe me big time, and I think I know how you can pay." His eyebrows shot up. "And I think it will be good for you too." She led him to her room. "Strip," she said. He stripped automatically, a smile on his face. His penis was already growing as he jerked down his boxers. "Get on the bed." He jumped on the bed, and she went to the closet where she retrieved several scarves. He grinned when she returned. "Gonna tie me down, mom?" He stretched out. "On your stomach." "What?" She merely looked, and he turned on his stomach. He was silent as she tied wrists and ankles to the bed. When she had finished, she looked at her handiwork. He looked good this way. He had a nice young man's ass, firm and round, and his back muscles were fetching. She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, running her hands down his back. He sighed as she began to massage those strong shoulders, that fine back. He wasn't too hairy which pleased her. "Did you like mommy's visit last night?" she asked. "Oh yes. It was crazy. If you'd been caught." "I wasn't. Mommy is very careful." His muscles responded to her kneading, and he relaxed under her. She appreciated his body, his strength, and she found it fascinating to try and separate his muscles, working on each set separately. Was that how good massages worked? "Do you know why you like this so much?" she asked. "Because you're hot," he answered. "Ahh, yes, the physical attractions are very real, and of course, the sex is great, but what adds flavor to the dish?" "You're my mom." "Right. It's the taboo nature of the relationship, isn't it. It's the giving in to desires that are considered sinful. It is thumbing the nose at conventional morality and wading deep into the swamp of desire. We have stepped over the boundary. We have shoved aside the barricade of man-made sins and entered the forbidden zone of carnal pleasure. We have indulged our appetite for pleasure, for sating the fire racing through our loins. We are not bound by the codes of others, by the joyless notions of those forever on their knees begging forgiveness. We have gazed into the belly of the beast and found our natural desires reflected back upon us. We have succumbed to those desires. We have burst the shackles forged by those who would keep us subservient and unfeeling. We have decided to fill each minute with sixty seconds of hedonistic pleasure. It is that leaping of the fence and escaping into the orgiastic forest of stimulation that makes what we do so special. It is the knowledge that we are no longer chained by convention, that we have sought and found real liberty of feeling. That is the spice for our decadence. That is the beacon that draws us to each other. It is a freedom few moms or sons ever explore or achieve. But we have, we have escaped the gravity of plebian ideas and soar far above the ordinary." He sighed, and she moved to one side. She reached under him and pulled his penis back toward his ass. He was semi-rigid, long enough to hold and stroke, and he moaned as she touched him. She rubbed his erection and massaged his ass, such a nice ass. "God, that feels good," he said. "All the better because it's mom doing it," she answered. "Mom is giving in to her base desires, the hormones racing through her veins, the happy chemicals spreading joy through her mind. All the better because it's mom making you hard and ready and allowing you to jump over the walls that encase your fantasies and needs." She ran her finger over his rectum, and he squirmed. What was it about a man's rectum that was so sensitive? What was it that made them squeeze their buttocks together? "Like that?" she asked. "It's different," he answered. "It's wicked, isn't it." She continued to stroke and rub his rectum, feeling him relax as he became more accustomed to the touch. "I think it's time to explore some more." Lori slid off the bed and returned a few moments later with a jar of Vaseline and her smallest dildo. "What are you doing?" Ricky asked. "Giving in to a wicked desire," she answered. "Don't hurt me?" "No, baby, mommy won't hurt you. Mommy will make you cum better than ever." She used a finger to coat the dildo with Vaseline, adding a dollop to his hole. A sudden fire filled her. She had never done this before to any man, and here she was doing it to her son. Had SUB-SON given her this idea? Had the online chat unleashed the fantasy? She didn't know, but she did know she wanted to experience this, that this was one more taboo act she wanted to feel. She slid the slick dildo along his crack, and he quivered. He was hers, his ass was hers, and she was going to use it. She circled the hole with the tip of the dildo, letting him get used to the idea. Her other hand stroked his erection which hadn't subsided. He was tense, tight, scared, and she liked that. A little fear was a healthy thing. Fear would add intensity to the experience. With sudden playfulness, she slapped his ass, hard. He flinched. She laughed as she spanked him again. She hadn't spanked him since he was a toddler, and she found it enjoyable. "Relax," she said. "Mommy won't hurt you." "Oh god, mommy." She spanked him two more times, leaving red marks. Then, she grabbed his erection which was harder than ever and gave it a hard squeeze. He moaned, and she inserted the tip of the dildo into his hole. He flinched and clenched, and she stopped. "It's OK," she cooed. "Relax. Feel. It won't hurt much, and the pain will be good." He nodded but said nothing as she squeezed his cock again and ran her fingers over his buttocks. For some reason, the sight of the dildo sticking out his ass pleased her. Why was that? She didn't know. But it matched some image in her head, some vision that glowed around the edges with real heat. Oh yes, she liked it, and so would he. She twisted and wormed the dildo a bit deeper, still trying to distract him by stroking his erection. It seemed to work. He would fight it for a moment before he relaxed and accepted the penetration. She was careful, slow, concentrating on small increments, just the least bit of additional movement. All the while she talked to him, cooed to him, told him how sexy he looked, how turned on she was, how wicked and taboo they were, flaunting all authority, heeding their desires. He would relax and take it, and it would feel good to him because it was his mommy doing it. She wouldn't hurt him. She would make him all better. She would make sure it made him hotter than ever. She wiggled the dildo deeper and played with his cock, her own nipples as hard as marbles, her pussy wet with desire. But this wasn't simply for her. It was for Ricky, for his pleasure and knowledge. They were seeking new knowledge, new sensations, and she would make sure they found them. It took more than a few minutes to fully insert the dildo, but she managed, and he had not yet complained. "How does that feel?" she asked. "Like I've got a dildo up my ass," he answered. She laughed. "Like?" "It grows on you." "Good." She slowly, carefully worked the dildo back out, mindful of any grunts or gasps from him. She hung onto his cock, still working it, keeping it hard and stimulated. Out a bit, out a bit more, out a bit more. Then, she worked it back in, a small stroke that nevertheless caused him to flinch. She started again, a bit out, a bit, and then in again. Not much, not far, just enough to start the process, just enough to assure him that it wouldn't make him howl with pain. She found that she liked doing it, liked stroking his ass with her dildo. Just a bit at a time, working it in and out, slow and steady, her other hand on his erection, distracting a bit, loving a bit. Back and forth, loosening his grip, helping him trust and relax. It took time, minutes, but she liked the process, the incremental approach, a quarter inch at a time. "Like that?" she asked. "Yes," he answered. "Feel good?" "Better than I thought it could." "Good." Lori worked the dildo in and out a little farther. The stroke got longer, not deeper, just longer and longer. Ricky's ass didn't flinch or clench so often, and she found it easier to work the dildo. As she did, she could feel his blood throbbing through his solid cock. She worked the dildo a bit faster, the strokes long and rhythmic. For a moment, she wondered how it must look, a mom fucking her son's ass with a dildo while jerking off his cock. If anyone saw them... She chased away any doubt. She wanted to do this, and she wanted him to know how it felt. Even if they never did it again, he and she would possess this certain knowledge. They would know what it's like to explore this side of sex, this gambit. Oh yes, it was not something for the squeamish or cowardly. It was something for the brave, the explorers of the sexual wilderness. She stroked faster, and he moaned. "That hurt?" she asked. "Don't stop," he answered. She pushed faster and harder, and he started to push back. She could tell he liked it, wanted it. His erection pulsated, his hips moved. His back expanded as his breathing quickened and deepened. He was excited by this, thoroughly turned on, his mind and body engorged with blood and hormones. Bucking against her thrusts, he seemed totally involved. His action emboldened her, and she began to pump the dildo hard and fast, deep and often. Amazed by his reaction, she worked the dildo like a piston, and she found herself on fire. This had fanned a fire inside her. She was engrossed in the sex, in her son's ass fucking. Incredibly excited, she rammed it over and over into him, and he returned the ramming the best he could, moaning with pleasure and need. "Now," he rasped. "Real hard, now!" She slammed it deep and twisted. He screamed with something between pain and ecstasy, and his cock began to shoot. She twisted the dildo and pumped his cock at the same time, and big wads of white semen pumped onto the bed. She watched, engrossed and fascinated as his orgasm played out, his cock exploding, his ass filled with dildo. Tied down and cumming as hard as she had ever seen. Until, everything subsided, and he lay gasping on the bed. "Did you like that?" Lori asked. "Oh god," he sobbed. "I loved it." After his ordeal, Ricky wanted to shower and sleep, and Lori couldn't blame him. What she had done had burned an image in her brain that she found difficult to shake. That image sent a rush through her every time it flickered to life. The desire came so fast and strong that she didn't trust herself around him. So, she grabbed the car keys and headed for Marie's house. Perhaps, Lori could talk to Marie about what had happened. Had Marie ever done that to Todd? Would she want to? Even if Lori couldn't summon up the courage to discuss it with Marie, they could have coffee and laugh, right? Lori walked around to the kitchen door as she always did. She was about to knock when she noticed Marie. Marie was standing by the kitchen table in her bra and panties, and she was shivering, staring at something across the room. What? Lori knew enough to not want to barge in on something, so she sidled to the right to get a full view. What Lori saw across the room was a man dressed in black, wearing a ski mask, and brandishing a wicked, glittering knife-a burglar or worse, a rapist. He flicked the knife, and Marie, terrified and quivering, unhooked her bra and let it drop to the pile of clothes she had already removed. Lori gaped. What the hell was going on, and what could she do? She reached into her purse for her phone, but it wasn't there. God, she had left it in the charger at home. She kept it for emergencies, and here was an emergency, and she was without it. She considered running back to her car, but she didn't think she had the time. Marie was about to be raped or murdered. There wasn't time to find a phone or flag down a policeman. Lori had no choice. She had to act. Gathering her purse like a weapon, she approached the door. Speed and surprise were her allies, but only if she didn't hesitate. She had no illusions about her strength and fighting ability. If she failed, there might be two dead women in Marie's kitchen. So, taking a deep breath, she gripped the door knob, twisted, and threw open the door. She moved with all the speed she could muster. Even as Marie screamed, Lori hit the attacker on the side of the head, knocking him into the wall. Lori didn't stop there. She hit him again, watching the knife fall from his hand as he banged into a cabinet. Another blow, and his knees buckled. Another and he sank to the floor. Marie's screams didn't stop Lori who dropped to one knee and hit the attacker again. "Call 911!" Lori yelled. She struck once more before Marie grabbed her arm. "Don't," Marie said. "He's not out," Lori answered, noting the man's moans. Lori tried to swing, but Marie held her arm. "I'll make sure this bastard doesn't do this again," Lori said. "That's no bastard," Marie said. "It's Todd." Lori's surprise was total. She looked into Marie's eyes, and Marie nodded. As Lori watched Marie pulled the mask off a woozy Todd, a Todd whose eyes didn't seem to focus. "Oh my god," Lori said. "I had no idea. I thought..." "Help me get him to his room," Marie said. Together with the mostly naked Marie, Lori hoisted Todd to his unsteady legs and half carried, half dragged him upstairs to his room. They tried to be gentle as they laid him on his bed, but he was a bit heavy. Lori stayed with him while Marie fetched ice, Tylenol, and water. Todd was less fuzzy, and he could focus on her, although his head hurt-not surprising since Lori had pummeled him a few times. Still, he didn't seem to show any concussion symptoms. He had a headache, and he wanted to sleep, which suited Marie after she gave him the drugs. Lori apologized again as they left Todd's room, and although Marie wasn't happy, she could hardly be too angry. After all, Lori had simply done what was supposed to be done. How could she know it wasn't a real rapist? "It's a fantasy," Marie said as she redressed in the kitchen. "I admit it's a bit on the kinky side. Rape isn't supposed to be enjoyable, but I have this wicked desire. I like to be forced, and at first, it's no fun, but in my fantasy, he's so good that he makes me cum, and then I have to keep fucking him. Does that make any sense?" "I suppose it's tame enough with Todd as the rapist," Lori answered. "Exactly. And it gets me so hot and wet. I guess I must be sick because I like being forced like that." Lori guessed a lot of women entertained the same or similar fantasies, which accounted for an entire genre of novels, the bodice rippers where some hunk, while not raping, certainly works his will on a woman, and she responds accordingly. Lori suspected many women welcomed an occasional domineering partner, a man who would work his will on them. Some women, like Marie, took the notion to an extreme. Still, a commanding, demanding man fed the imaginations of many women. "You should try it some time," Marie said. "It can be very hot. I get wet just thinking about it." "I'm sorry I interrupted," Lori said. A glint came to Marie's eyes, a small smile to her lips. She studied Lori for a moment, and Lori wondered what ideas were bubbling up in Marie's brain. "You did interrupt," Marie said. "I was getting quite warm, if you know what I mean." Lori nodded. "In fact, I'm still quite turned on. I mean, having someone come in to rescue me isn't part of the fantasy-yet. But it could be added. And of course, I'd be very grateful to whomever rescued me." "Grateful?" "Very grateful." "What did you have in mind?" "Ever used a strap-on?" Lori had to admit she had never had an occasion, and that was all Marie needed. Marie grabbed Lori's hand and led her upstairs to Marie's bedroom. From the recesses of her closet, Marie produced a strap-on, a device with a belt and a hard plastic penis that a woman could strap on in order to penetrate another woman-or man. The image of Ricky's ass filled with dildo blossomed in Lori's mind, and it was all she could do to listen to Marie as she explained how it worked. As Marie talked, she made Lori feel the leather belt, the plastic penis so much like a real one but without the warmth. Marie had Lori stroke it as she talked. Then, Marie leaned in and kissed Lori. Not a peck, a good kiss that Lori found oddly stimulating. It wasn't like kissing a man, but it was nice. Marie's hand found Lori's breast and fondled, and Lori found herself responding. She liked this, liked the idea. Marie grinned and stripped. In an instant she was naked and kissing again, helping Lori out of her clothes. Lori allowed herself to be stripped, allowed Marie to feel and touch and fondle and excite. Marie had had some practice at this. Lori could feel that. She found her nipples hardening as Marie helped with the strap on, adjusting until Lori stood there with her hard nipples and an artificial erection, one that would never go soft. Lori noticed herself in the mirror and she found her image kinky and wicked and wild. Crazy was perhaps a better descriptor, but wild was good too. When Marie was satisfied, she stepped back to admire her work. After one glance, she zipped out of the room, returning almost immediately. "Wear this," Marie said and tossed Lori the ski mask. Lori laughed as she pulled the mask over her head. She supposed feeding Marie's fantasy was a good thing. If it atoned for the damage to Todd, Lori was happy to comply. As soon as the sky mask was in place, Marie shivered. "Perfect," she said. "Order me." "On the bed," Lori said. "On the bed, slut," Marie said. "On the bed, slut," Lori ordered. "Yes, sir. Marie backed to the bed and lay down flat. Lori approached, that hard erection like an appendage in front. For a moment, she wondered how guys managed to do it with that thing out there. She supposed a lifetime of practice helped. "Order me to spread my legs and show you my pussy," Marie said. "Spread those legs, bitch, and show me that pink pussy," Lori ordered. Marie's voice quavered. "Yes, sir." It took some coaching, but Lori soon mastered the art of giving commands, lacing them with "slut", "bitch", and "whore" because that seemed to make Marie hotter. The strap on proved a bit trickier. When she started to carefully insert it into Marie, Marie objected. "Hard and fast," Marie said, "rape me." Lori did her best, but it took some minutes for her to learn just how hard and long to stroke without pulling out all the way and having to reload. For her part, Marie played a terrified, motionless victim, being used by an overpowering rapist. Lori continued to ram the erection in and out for some minutes for before Marie moaned and began to move. Knowing Mom Ch. 07 From that point forward, it became the Marie show. She transformed from comatose victim into manic lover. Moaning, groaning, writhing, spitting, gyrating, she fucked back with more intensity than Lori had ever seen before. Begging "sir" to rape her cunt and split her open, Marie wanted more and harder, deeper and longer. She went wild on the bed, arching and humping and pulling and squeezing. An orgasm ripped through her, and it didn't faze her. She kept going, begging, needing, wanting. With the mask on, Lori sweated as she struggled to keep up with Marie who pleaded for more power, more fucking. Marie needed to cum again and again, admitting she loved the cock, the rape. Sir was transforming her into a sex slave, a beggar for his fucking. Marie kept it up until they were both gasping. Several orgasms had wracked her, but Marie hadn't had enough. Only exhaustion could quench her thirst. Lori was reminded of lab rats whose brains were wired so every time they pressed a bar, they had the equivalent of an orgasm. Those rats would press the bar till exhaustion took them. Marie was the same way. Fucking a penis that never softened, she would keep going till her lungs burned and the sheets were matted with sweat. Finally, with a last raspy scream, Marie stopped. Panting, Lori withdrew and fell on her back, more tired than she dreamed possible. "Oh my god," Marie gasped. "That was fantastic." "I'm glad you liked it," Lori answered. Marie leaned over and kissed Lori tenderly. "If you want," she said, "I'll do you." "Maybe in a bit," Lori answered. "For right now, I just want to rest." "Me too." Marie lay back and began to slowly circle Lori's nipple with her finger. Lori never did get a chance to talk to Marie. After the sex, Marie went to minister to Todd, so Lori headed for home. She was feeling a bit neglected as she had gotten off Ricky and Marie but had not had any sex herself. She supposed that wasn't a bad thing, but it might be a frustrating thing. As she walked into her own kitchen, she decided everything was fine. She was better off than Todd, right? She wanted to laugh at that. What had ever possessed her to attack him, even if he was dressed as a rapist. Her courage surprised her at times. She pulled a coke from the fridge, turned, and found Ricky in the doorway. He smiled, a very nice smile. "How you feeling?" she asked. "Great," he answered. "No complications?" "None. I want to thank you." She waved him off. "My pleasure." "Not entirely, and I really want to thank you." He grabbed her hand and led her from the kitchen. "I've been thinking about how best to thank you." He led her through the house and up to his bedroom, which hardly looked like his bedroom any more. Ricky had draped blankets over the windows, so virtually no light came in. A single candle blazed by his bed. When he closed the door behind her, Lori found herself in a dark room with that lone candle. Ricky turned her to face him. Then, he kissed her tenderly and began to strip her. "I want you to have what you gave me," he said. He stripped her slowly, provocatively. She allowed him, relishing the touch, the feel, the slow building of passion. Shirt, bra, shorts, panties, until she stood naked in front of him. He fondled her, and she experienced the wicked stimulation that came from having her son feel her, touch her, play with her. He raised her nipples and caused a moisture she loved to feel. Lori didn't think she would ever shun this touch, this play. It was part of desire she sought to sate. It was stepping over the line, heedless of consequences, mindful only of the hedonism that drove them. She was an outlaw, a sinner, and she loved it. He led her to the bed and laid her out. Grabbing a bottle of oil, he poured some into his hand and began to massage her. Fingers, hands, wrists, elbows, shoulders, breasts, he worked the oil into her skin. His touch was strong but not too harsh, and he lingered in places where her muscles needed extra attention. Toes, foot, ankle, knee, hips, he applied the oil until her body shined in the scant light. She had the idea she was in some grotto, some sacred place where a minion attended to her, serving her as if she was a goddess. He was her acolyte, the temple slave to do her bidding. It was almost worship, and that it was Ricky made it so much better. Her son made her skin glow and her body ache for touch. It was too delicious for words. Then, he turned her on her stomach. More oil, more hands. Shoulders, back, legs, ass, his hands worked a kind of magic on her. She had never achieved orgasm from a massage, but she understood that it was possible. With enough energy and attention, under the right circumstances, with the right fantasy, anything was possible. Ricky was giving her that fantasy, those circumstances. She approached orgasm lazily, slowly. Not quick, not galloping, it was building slowly, a project that would be achieved in steps. This was a coffee percolator, something heated evenly until the bubbles began to rise, until the water became steam. Her insides were heating up, her core beginning to glow. How soon before the passion that was Ricky bubbled to the surface? Lori didn't know, but she relished the feeling. Naked and under the hands of her son. "I'm going to give you what you gave me," he said. She glanced over her shoulder and watched as he coated his erection with Vaseline. It sheened in the flickering light, a hard talisman predicting what was to happen. She loved the look of it, of her son's engorged cock, hard for her, hard for mommy, ready to use mommy as she wanted to be used. She wanted that cock in the worst way, in a way she couldn't ascribe to mere sex. She wanted it because it was so wicked. Lori turned her face to the pillow as he climbed up behind her. She licked her lips as he spread her ass, pulling the cheeks apart. She quivered as he ran the tip of his erection along her crack. Oh, it was something she hadn't known she wanted so much. She gasped as he pushed the tip into her hole. She had never done it this way before, never taken a cock there, and yet, she wanted it. She wanted one, and the one cock she wanted was Ricky's. He would be the first to use her that way. It was fitting, wildly exciting. Her son would introduce her to this. She bit her lip and told herself to relax as he wormed deeper inside her. She could feel her juice dripping out her pussy as his hard, Vaseline coated penis worked deeper and deeper. He was being gentle and patient. She could feel his desire throbbing through his erection. She arched her hips a bit to give him a better angle. Ahhhh, he managed a deeper exploration. Yes, she found it stimulating. "Am I hurting you?" he asked. "No," Lori answered. "Keep going." He pushed deeper still, and she accepted it. It seemed the more he did the easier it became, and while it wasn't the same as the other way, it produced a heat, a desire she hadn't known before. She had stuffed feeling, a bloated feeling she didn't get otherwise, and while she felt full, she didn't feel uncomfortable. In fact, she found the feeling new and titillating. What made it more special was the fact that Ricky was doing it. Ricky was sinking his son cock into her mom ass, using her that way, feeding his fantasy and hers. He worked deeper until she could feel his balls on her skin. She had taken it all, all that he had. She was getting her ass fucked by her son, and she was using all of him. He stroked her slowly, barely pulling back a millimeter before pushing in again. She pushed her ass a bit higher, allowing herself to feel him as he rocked back and forth in her. His hard son cock felt so good she wanted to scream. She relished the way he slowly elongated the stroke. Inch by inch, back and forth, careful with his mom, with his mom's willing ass. Her nipples ached, her clit throbbed, and he continued his slow stroke, back a bit farther, in to the hilt and back out again. The oil in her muscles provided a heat she hadn't known before, and his wonderful, slick rod made her feel so reckless and excited. Lori had crossed another line, destroyed another taboo. Anal sex was one thing. Anal sex with her son was quite another, and that quiteness stoked her mind and desire. She wanted him deep in her ass. She wanted him to use her, to penetrate her in a new way. He was stroking long now. "Harder," she said. He pushed harder, stroking her deep and hard and long. She moaned as he buried it inside. "Hurt?" he asked. "Don't stop," she gasped. She braced herself as he rammed his thick son cock into her ass. She felt perspiration mix with the oil on her skin. Her face felt hot on the pillow. Her pussy leaked juice. Her nipples felt swollen and tender. She worked to breathe, but she didn't want him to stop. Not yet. She wanted Ricky to fuck her ass long and hard, to help her experience the emotions, the feelings. He was pumping in and out, hard and relentless, and she wanted it all, every inch, every stroke. Filled yet unfilled, she managed to reach under and rub her clit, bringing some relief to the itch there. She pinched herself and rubbed even as he rammed into her, his hips banging her ass. Mommy's boy fucking mommy's ass so hard. She was so wanton. She wanted it all. She knew he wouldn't last long. The sex was too good, too fantastic. How long had he been dreaming of this? How many times had he replayed this in his dreams? How many times had she wondered what it would feel like to have Ricky's cock in her ass, fucking her as if he owned her. They were both fulfilling a wonderful dream, a wicked wonderful dream. "I'm going to cum," he said. "Yessssssssss," she answered. She didn't believe it possible, but he drove into her with such force she thought she might just split open. Instead, she felt his cock begin to spasm. She flexed her ass, squeezing him with all she had, tight on him, relishing the small explosions of semen. He moaned and she moaned, as he emptied into her. It felt so good to be Ricky's ass fuck, her son's ass toy. She held him until he stopped, until he collapsed against her, still buried but no longer shooting. They both sucked wind, and she wouldn't release him. She felt him shrivel as the blood retreated. She felt him withdraw, leaving her feeling empty. He rolled to the side and she rolled too, looking at the light flickering on the ceiling. "Was that good?" he asked. "Wonderful," she answered. "You like mommy's ass." "I love mommy's ass. I've wanted to do that for a long time. "And mommy wanted it too. Mommy will want it again." "Ricky will do it whenever she wants. It's sooo sexy." "Yesssss." She took his hand and put it on her pussy. "Feel how wet you make mommy." "Does mommy need to cum?" "Yes, baby, make mommy cum." He began to finger her. "With your tongue, baby." He grinned as he rolled to her, kissing her nipples before he sank between her legs. As his tongue touched her she shivered. It felt good, right, Ricky's tongue flicking her, pushing her toward orgasm. Yes, her son would fuck her ass and lick her pussy, and they would both feel wonderful. Knowing Mom Ch. 08 Lori fingered the room key as she slipped into the lounge. Hotels always made her nervous. She supposed it was the unfamiliar surroundings, the basic fear of the unknown. Who knew what adventure might reside in a hotel lounge? Or was that misadventure? She wasn't sure. She simply knew that as single women she was a bit vulnerable-even in a hotel lounge. As she settled at the bar and ordered a drink, she surveyed the room. She found the usual number of sales people and vacationers. You could tell the difference. The sales people were road warriors, sipping cocktails or beers with loosened ties or faded makeup. They swapped jokes and stories and recognized each other like soldiers back from foreign duty. There was camaraderie among them not found in the tourists. The tourists sat in couples, in polo shirts and shorts, sampling those drink specials, the ones with fruit and umbrellas. What the heck, they were on vacation, so why not splurge. Sip a SUNDOWNER or BAHAMA FLAMA or some equally horrible drink and pretend it was ambrosia. Munch the free peanuts and tell each other this was the vacation of their lives. Lori recognized the types. She knew them well. Her glance lingered over a man sitting alone at small table. Younger, handsome, he read a book and sipped some coke and booze concoction. Not a typical road warrior, not a tourist, he looked more like a writer, dressed casually with a few distinct details. Maybe it was a lucky pen in the pocket of his dress shirt or the penny loafers. She wasn't sure. She simply noted a man far more fit and interesting than the pot bellied bar flies eyeing her from the opposite side of the bar. She knew them so well that she could predict when the first free drink came her way. The bartender delivered it and pointed to a portly, balding, florid man at the end of the bar who raised his glass in acknowledgement. She smiled in thanks, knowing his company had just bought her a drink. She hoped he wouldn't take the smile as an overture, but she knew better. In a few minutes, he would mosey down the bar and engage her in chitchat. A few minutes of pleasantries before he became a bit bold, before she would destroy his illusions. No, she wasn't going to spend even five minutes with him. Thanks for the drink but that bought nothing more than a smile. Although she dreaded the moment, Lori knew it was coming. She watched for it, mindful of the pain it would cause both of them. Why were men so alike? Predators prowling their habitats always on the lookout for easy sex. She supposed it was some kind of genetic thing. If the species were to propagate, then men had to plant their seed often and in various places. While she understood the need, she didn't see herself as contributing to the planting. Couldn't they see that about her? Couldn't they understand that not every pretty woman burned with a secret desire for sex with every man she saw? They were so pathetic at times, so needy and proud when they should be humble. Ah well, at least she understood the game. She kept a wary eye on her benefactor, and when he launched from his stool, she launched from her own. Grabbing her drink and purse, she fled across the bar to the table of the writer-at least she dreamed he was a writer-and stood there until he looked up. "You must save me," she said. A bemused look came over him. "There's a man at the bar who sent me a drink," she continued. "And for that, he expects to spend some time with me or perhaps lure me into bed, the last place I want to go with him. So, if you want to be a savior, let me sit down for a few minutes. He'll get the message, and I'll be rid of him." "I've never had the opportunity to be a savior before," he answered. "Have a seat." She smiled as she sat, thankful and yet amused. Perhaps this young man would possess some charm the others didn't. "I see you wear no ring. Are you married?" she asked. "I could tell that I simply haven't found the right woman yet," he answered. "But in fact, I consider myself too young for marriage." "Too young by whose standards?" "Mine." She laughed. "Youth has its advantages." "So does age." "You're saying I'm old?" "On the contrary, I'm saying you're very pretty. But I suspect you already know that." "You must be older than you look. Most youngsters aren't so charming." "It's not the years, it's the experiences." "So, you're experienced?" "I prefer to think of them as stepping stones across the river of life. If you wish to get someplace, you have to cross on the stones." "And if you slip and fall into the water?" "You get wet, and wetness is an experience, isn't it?" His smirk belied the innocence of his comment. She felt a certain flirtatious heat inside, something not caused by the alcohol. For such a young man, he managed to hold his own. And the smirk didn't diminish his good looks. He was handsome and blessed with a trim body. She couldn't tell too much about him, but she guessed he possessed the virtues of youth. "What are you reading?" she asked to change the topic. "A book of poetry." "Good?" "No, awful, but then, most modern poetry is terrible. People think that if they honestly drip a series of words on a page, then it's good poetry. It's trash, of course. Good poetry requires discipline, and today's poets treat discipline as a curse. Hence, they create self-satisfying blobs of words that wander aimlessly and produce nothing." "A kind of poetry self-indulgence?" "Let's call it what it is," he said. "It's mental masturbation. It gives them great pleasure and does nothing for anyone else." "I take it then, you're not a fan of it?" "Masturbation?" She smiled. "Modern poetry." "I'd rather talk about masturbation." She laughed. "How did we get on that topic?" "We're self-indulgent?" "Well, I can't speak for you," Lori said, "but I enjoy some self-indulgence on occasion." "Don't we all." "And tell me," she continued. "Just how big is the indulgence?" It was his turn to laugh. "Well, that varies according to the length of time devoted to indulgence." "Comes and goes?" "And comes again." "Ooooh, that sounds poetic." "Modern poetry, I'm afraid. "Pure self-indulgence." "That's something I'd like to see." His brown eyes widened with surprise. "Would you now. You like watching?" "Well, I like to think I can find poetry in everything. After all, it's in the rhythm, isn't it" She sipped her free drink and studied him. Brown hair, brown eyes, a knowing look about him even at his age. She couldn't help but wonder how he might kiss, how he might be at other things. Women were always looking for ways to rate men without experiencing them. Feet, hands, the distance between shoulder and elbow, every woman seemed to have her own measuring device, and yet, she had never come upon a scheme that worked every time. Good looks certainly didn't count for much. How did she gauge without gauging? Yet, she found the repartee stimulating. The play on words seemed much more provocative and romantic than the coarse lines generally used by the road warriors. She liked the seductive quality, the gentle insertion of notions into her mind. It was the play that kept her in her seat. Men had become such bores lately. They couldn't play at all. "A good poet should be able to get the rhythm right," he said. "Are you a good poet?" Lori asked. "I like to think I can hold my own." "And a good poet keeps his audience in mind, doesn't he?" "Good poets cater to the audience's needs." "And if the audience needs more than one reading?" "The poet always prepares an encore." She laughed again, masking the desire bubbling up inside. Something about this man intrigued her in ways she couldn't quite explain. But the banter was real and stimulating and shoved her toward experimentation. What might it be like with a poet, with this poet? Would he recite verse while they engaged each other? She wondered. "I suppose the poet takes requests?" Lori asked. "Poets are versatile if nothing else." "Imagine, finding such a poet in a hotel lounge. Where did you come from?" "From across the river. I used the stones." "Well, I think you should use one more." She pushed her extra room key across the table. "Seven fourteen." He looked at the key. "Give me ten minutes." "Just enough time for a sonnet." She smiled as she stood, letting him look at her. "A love sonnet?" "Is there another kind?" "I hope not." She spun and walked out, knowing the poet watched, knowing the road warriors did too. She also knew the road warriors would note when the poet left his table, but that was all right. She wasn't known there. She didn't worry. As she ascended in the elevator, she wondered if she had done the right thing. Her swelling nipples told her she had, but her mind wasn't quite so sure. Poets were unpredictable too, weren't they? Was he really as nice as she presumed? Yet, she couldn't deny her desire. She would be careful, but not too careful. After stripping naked, she pulled down the sheets and opened the curtains. The full moon bathed the room in light, and she wondered if the soft light would inspire her poet. She lay there in the light, aware of her nakedness, aware of the shadows cast by her curves, aware of her shaved skin, so soft and smooth. She loved being naked, loved the moonlight. Even as she waited, she rolled her nipples and felt her dampness. She liked to touch, especially while she waited. And she didn't wait long. The door opened, and in walked the poet. He stopped close to the bed, and although his face was hidden, she knew he was looking at her, at her naked body. Did it excite him? She wondered. "Tell me a poem," she said. "There was a man, they called him mad. The more he gave, the more he had." She laughed. "Oh, I like that one." He began to strip. Although she couldn't see clearly, she could see enough to know he was in shape, strong. He wasn't the plump road warrior, he was the thin romantic. As he stripped off his boxers, she could see just how her body worked on him. She liked what she saw. It excited her, a dark, long shape in the moonlight. He moved to the bed, kneeling on the edge a moment. She reached out and stroked him. He was bigger than she first thought and already hard. She squeezed and felt his balls. "This is quite a poem," she said. "The long version," he replied. She laughed. "The best version." She pulled him toward her, not releasing him as he bent over to kiss her. His lips were soft and warm, and his tongue just playful enough. She felt her nipples harden under his touch. He tweaked them just he way she liked. His erection throbbed in her hand, which made her feel even hotter. Handling a man had always excited her. For some reason, she always considered an erection as her property, something she should have access to for as long as she wanted. With languid ease, she pulled him to her mouth. The only thing she liked better than handling a man was sucking him. He filled her mouth, and she thought that she had never sucked a poem before. She had never licked or probed or stroked or squeezed a poem. She had never nibbled a stanza or swallowed a sonnet or kissed a sestina. She had never pumped a refrain or pinched a quatrain. She had never tasted iambic pentameter. Yet, in the moonlight streaming through the hotel window, she was doing all that and more. She was doing what she had always loved, using her mouth on a man's cock, loving it in a way many women couldn't fathom. For Lori, it was a wondrous thing, a live thing with blood and heat and life, something that simply felt right in her mouth. She didn't think she would ever tire of it. She didn't think the day would arrive when she didn't find it stimulating, when it didn't turn her into a puddle of heat. And if the man copied the poet-bending down to lick her-she could stay like this for hours. As his fingers spread her, and his tongue touched her, she wondered if he might recite a poem on her. Did that tongue write a couplet on her swollen clit? Is that why she moaned so? What love poem did he use on her? What romantic words made her gush? Was it all meter and tongue? God, she loved doing this. Sucking him deep and long and feeling his tongue frolicking in her pussy. No matter how many times she did this, she knew she would always love it, always want it. She pushed her pussy into his face and took his erection deeper into her mouth. Oh yes, it was excellent but it wasn't enough. She turned him again, and this time she guided him between her legs. As his shaft penetrated, she felt a surge of energy. He felt wonderful. Thick, hard filling, he slid in without a problem, fitting her better than she thought possible. As he stroked, she pushed back, her hands kneading her back. What did it feel like to fuck a poem? Wonderful. She loved how he did this. Strong, deep, powerful, yes, she loved it. "Am I doing OK?" he asked. "Keep your poem hard and strong," she answered. "Yes, mom," Ricky said. "That's right, Ricky. Fuck you mommy, fuck her hard." Lori felt him plunge into her, stoking the heat inside. Oh yes, her little poet would cum and go and cum again. He was the best poet ever. They spent the night in the hotel. Lori drove them home in the morning, and as she drove, she recounted the night in the hotel room, the sexiest night she had ever known, the night she had been picked up by her son and fucked till she came with a rush. She wondered how many other scenarios they might play out. Many, many, she had lots of ideas. She was late to the office, but she didn't mind. The hotel room was worth it. Lori was alone in the office gym. It wasn't much of a gym. A couple of treadmills, stair steppers, rowing machine, exercise bikes, some free weights, a few mats, just enough equipment to justify the showers and lockers. Her company funded the gym in order to lower their medical insurance rates and to keep their employees happy and on site. Cutting the commute time to the gym was saving more time for work, or so the theory went. For Lori, the gym provided the exercise and release she needed after a hard day. She often found herself alone and sweaty and working out the frustrations of her day. Most of her co-workers had other commitments, and so she would turn out the lights. She observed a regular cycle. Some aerobics to warm up, a stint on the weights, and then another aerobic exercise to test her heart. A bit of sauna, a shower, and she was on her way home. It didn't take long, and the exercise kept her muscles strong and her mind clear. It was strange how different problems looked when she was ten minutes into a twenty-minute stint on the treadmill. Some of her most productive ideas came to life while she exercised. Not that Lori was a fanatic about it. Two or three times per week proved more than enough. And she didn't mind the sweat. Perhaps that was the trait that set her apart from the other women in the office. Lori didn't mind breathing hard and soaking her shirt with perspiration, although she was thankful at times that she was alone in the gym. She imagined her pinned up hair and gamy scent weren't turn-ons. So, she was surprised when he spoke. "You didn't answer your phone," Ricky said. She looked over from her jog on the treadmill. "What are you doing here?" "When you didn't answer your cell phone either, I decided to come over." "I'm a little later than usual, but not that late." "It gave me a reason to leave the house." She laughed. "Well, I've got another five minutes. You can go, or you can stay and watch." "What, I can't lift a weight or two?" "Knock yourself out." She dabbed her forehead with a towel as Ricky stripped off his shirt, baring his chest and abdomen. He grabbed a couple dumbbells and started with simple curls. His muscles rippled as he used them, and Lori found herself staring at them. What was it about a man's muscles that drew her attention? Not that Ricky was overly built. He was muscular but not overwhelming, and his bare skin stretched nicely over his bulk. No sags for flaps or loose skin. Taut and strong, she could see the outlines of his abdominal muscles, his 6-pack. Ricky looked good without a shirt, too good. He drew her attention as if he were a model. Lori turned away for a moment, not sure she should ogle her son's body. Despite their intimacy, he deserved some privacy, right? Yet, she couldn't help but look. The mere sight of his teenage physique brought a smile to her lips, a lightness to her step. That young, hard body promised much, much more than some of the men she had had. Besides, she knew what hung below that 6-pack, and that was enough to make her salivate. She knew that all too well. He finished the dumbbells and moved to the universal machine. After adjusting the weights, he lay back on the bench and began to press the weight. His chest muscles bulged with the effort, and she stared so hard she almost ran off the treadmill. She barely had time to correct herself before she took a nasty fall. The belt wouldn't stop if she fell, and that might lead to an injury. If she couldn't keep her eyes ahead, she was in for a problem. So, with still a minute to go, she stopped the machine. Better to cut a workout short than to risk injury. As she grabbed her towel and stepped off, she glanced at Ricky again. He looked so good doing those bench presses, so sexy. Lori could hardly contain herself as she walked over and stood next to him. "Done?" Ricky asked. "Not quite," she answered. "You know, you're going to get your jeans sweaty. Let me help." She reached down, and he let the weights rest. "Don't stop," she said. He started the reps again as she unbuckled and unzipped and worked his jeans to his ankles. Then, she did the same with his boxers, exposing that beautiful penis, that rod that so excited her. As his chest worked with the effort, she reached down and began to fondle him. She loved touching Ricky, loved playing with her son. And he must have loved it too, for despite his efforts, his erection began to grow. "Feel good?" she asked. "Oh yeah," he answered. Lori stroked him, prodded him, managing to get his shaft straight and hard, rising above his 6-pack like a lighthouse. The size always surprised her, and the hardness pleased her, and when she knelt to suck it, she felt a gush of desire. He stopped for a moment, his chest heaving with effort, his 6-pack flexing, his wonderful erection filling her mouth. She licked and sucked and played, and he moaned while hanging onto the bar. Naked on the bench, given a blow job by his mother. If anyone came in now? When she considered the peril, she became hotter yet. This was so naughty, so wicked, and yet, it was incredibly exciting. She stood and stripped in front of him, his cock waving, his eyes feasting on her hard nipples and her shaved, wet pussy. With a long step, she straddled him, letting his shaft rub along her slit. Grabbing him, she stroked it up and down her pussy, wetting it with her juice. She watched his eyes as he followed the rod, as she ran it over her lips again and again. It throbbed in her hand, and she squeezed it hard. Oh yes, she loved this. She inserted that wonderful son shaft inside and began to lower herself on it. Why was it that every time she did this, it was like the first time all over again? What about doing this with Ricky always thrilled her? What was it about sprinting past the line of propriety always whetted her appetite for more? She wasn't sure she ever wanted to figure it out. She wanted the thrill, the joy, the feeling of her son's hard cock stroking her wet pussy. She wanted the sensation, the emotion that raced through her veins. More than mere sex, good sex, it was Ricky and Ricky's tool she was using. That added something to the mix, that added a sneer at convention. She lowered herself until she had all of him, and then she began going up and down, up and down, using his wondrous erection to stimulate herself. Knowing Mom Ch. 08 "This is the kind of exercise I need," she said. "Always lift with a spotter," he answered. "Your mom makes the best spotter?" "Mom knows how to bring out the best." Her heart quickened, as if she were still on the treadmill. Up and down, in and out, she was an exercise machine, one of the torture machines she used so regularly. She had become like the elliptical stepper or the recumbent bike, a device designed to work muscles, to elevate pulse, to burn calories, all in an effort to reach some chemical induced high, to endure some rush of joy that would benefit both mind and body. He was part of the machine, an integral part, the essence of the machine, the device that provided stimulation and effort. Without Ricky's tower, she would be doing merely squats, merely working thigh muscles, but with the tower, she was exercising libido and fantasy and vice. This was exercise for the mind, for the imagination, for the dream. This would charge and recharge her desires and her inner playground. This was strengthening her mind. "Like it?" she asked. "Love it," he answered. "Use me, mom." She bounced up and down, driving him inside her harder, faster. He felt better than anyone had felt in a long time, far better than any sort of masturbation. She dropped on him, and he grunted. It sank so deep and hard. She wondered if she could skewer herself on it. With every stroke, she grew more aroused, and yet, she wasn't yet satisfied. Her nipples ached with need as she climbed off and pulled him to his feet. "Over there." She pointed. He nodded. She wasn't quite sure how it would work, but she thought they could manage. He took his seat on the rowing machine and hooked his feet in the stirrups. She straddled him, lowering herself, feeling herself impaled on his tool. She moaned as it buried inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, and he held up her thighs, then, he began to slide the seat back and forth. They were locked with each other, and the sliding seat would go toward the front. When it stopped, she stopped, but he would ram into her, driving his cock deep. Going the other way, he would stop first, and she would thrust herself on his tool. While the stroke was short, it was sweet and wild. He pumped his legs, and the seat slid back and forth, his missile ramming home or her pussy slamming home. As he pumped, he sucked her nipples, and she grabbed his head, forcing her tit deep into his mouth. They rocked and slid back and forth, her holding his mouth on her breasts, him stroking her superheated pussy. She perspired as if she were on the treadmill. He panted as if lifting. The mirrors surrounding them almost made her laugh. Naked mom and naked son locked in sex on the rowing machine, grinding and fucking like animals, faces blushed by naked lust. Her hair pinned up, his muscles flexing, jamming that seat back and forth in an effort to lock them ever tighter. Wild, wicked, a vice she was now addicted to, Lori knew she wanted him to fuck her and cum inside her, fill her with cream. They would have to clean the rowing machine after, but that didn't matter. What mattered was the cumming. Oh yes, that mattered a great deal. "Ready?" she asked. "Yessssssssssss." "Do it very hard." The seat slid back and forth a few more times until he shoved with such force she thought they might fly off. Instead, she slammed onto him, and he held her there, his cock shooting deep inside, filling her with those gobs of heat she loved so much. Her orgasm fired off, her body convulsing and milking, pulling all those gobs out of him, sucking him dry. They didn't pant or even breathe. They sat there, mom milking son's cock, mom taking all son had to deposit. Their mirror images seemed to throb-or was that her eyes. Then, they began to breathe. "God, that was fantastic," he said. "Yessssss," Lori answered. "Exercise equipment has many uses." He laughed. "I think I'll take up rowing." "I'll be your coxswain." "Yes." She carefully unwound herself and stood. Her body ached in new places, but it was a good ache. "Shower time," she said. "I'll clean up." "After you wash me," she said. He grinned. "Yes, mommy." The shower was delicious as he soaped her, rinsed her, patted her dry. Then, as she dressed, he cleaned up the exercise equipment. They couldn't leave a mess. When Ricky asked if he could have some guys sleep over, Lori said it was fine with her. There were a few simply rules-no alcohol, no girls, and no slipping out in the middle of the night to vandalize the neighborhood. Lori understood what happened when young males combined alcohol with some imagination. Mostly, it was meet the parents at the police station. What was it about young males that drove them into the night to steal street signs? She didn't know, but she knew enough to forbid the practice. Lori relegated them to the basement and promised not to bother them as long as they were reasonably quiet and non-destructive. She ordered in pizza and enough soft drinks for a small army and went to dinner with Marie. Ricky was responsible enough, and there weren't that many boys. Still, she wasn't entire sure they would behave. They were teenagers. At dinner, Marie seemed in the dumps. To her, it seemed as if her fling with Todd was spiraling down. He didn't seem as randy as before, not as willing, not as often, and she was just the opposite. Now, that she had discovered how good he was, she wanted it more and more. Why was that? And wasn't it always that way? When she was inaccessible, he was all over her, and now that she was willing, he was pulling back. Were two people ever really on the same page, or was the pendulum always swinging back and forth, never stopping in perfect balance? Marie didn't know. She just wanted to sip some wind and complain a bit. Lori tried to point out that two humans always mismatched a little. That was life. Perfect synchronization was impossible, and even if it were possible, it wasn't desirable. Everyone needed a bit of conflict in their lives. What she needed, Marie insisted, wasn't conflict, it was sex. She felt she had somehow tripped a wire in her brain, and now, she was ready for sex all the time. Lori suggested Marie play had to get again, thinking it would spark Todd. Marie wasn't so sure. She was the forbidden fruit that once tasted and consumed was discovered to be just another apple, and an older apple at that. Lori laughed at the comparison. Marie didn't have to worry. When they reached Lori's house, they heard the music pulsating from the basement, but it was a reasonable decibel level. They sipped some wine and started a DVD. Lori hoped the movie would distract Marie. It did for a while. She seemed involved in the movie. But when Lori returned with a second glass of wine, she found the family room empty. She waited for a few minutes to see if Marie would return. After 10 minutes, she checked the bathrooms. No Marie. Where was she? Her car was in the drive, and she wouldn't walk home. Where? The basement. Lori knew she had promised not to interfere with the party, but if Marie was down there...well, Lori had to stop Marie's meltdown if she could. The music didn't seem as loud, but it was loud enough to mask Lori's entrance. As she came down the stair, she knew she couldn't be heard. She reached the landing and peeked. If Marie wasn't there, Lori didn't want to intrude. What teenage boys did in the company of their own was something she would just as soon avoid. But Marie was there. She was laughing with Todd, Ricky, Bobby and Dave. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes seemed alive, and Lori recognized the look. Marie had found a small herd of young men, and she wanted to charm them. Lori wasn't sure why, but that didn't matter. Marie was on the prowl, and that wasn't good for her or the boys. But before Lori could move forward, Ricky produced the blindfold. Before Lori could intervene, Ricky sat Marie on a chair. At that point, Lori was intrigued. What kind of game was this? The old-fashioned kissing game? Could Marie tell who was kissing her? Lori could remember playing the game at parties. Could spouses really tell each other by kissing? She had seen the same game with feeling legs too. How well did spouses know each other's bodies? Most of the time, not very well. But the boys weren't kissing Marie. And they weren't letting her feel their legs. What they were doing was pulling out their tools and watching as the first boy, Dave, stepped forward to be fondled by Marie. Lori knew at that moment that she would step forward and stop this nonsense. What kind of game was this? Why was Todd allowing it to happen? This wasn't an activity for a bunch of horny teenage boys and an oversexed mother. Yet, Lori couldn't bring herself to step forward. She could simply watch from the stairs, wondering where it might lead. The magic of youth allowed Dave to get an erection in just a few strokes from Marie. She squeezed him and held him and stroked him and waved him away as Todd replaced Dave. Todd was already hard as were the other boys, so Marie had nothing more to do than touch and stroke. Some pure groping and Todd was replaced by Ricky. The exercise was repeated on Ricky and then finally, Bobby. They all cycled through, allowing Marie to play with their erections, and she was supposed to decide, but she pretended to not know. So, they cycled through again, all hard, all being pulled and handled by Marie whose nipples poked at her thin silk blouse. The fondling was getting to her. She liked what she was doing, and the second round actually took longer than the first. At the end of the second round, she pulled off the blindfold and announced her decision. Boy number four. Nope, wrongo. That was Bobby. Didn't she know her own son? She laughed and started to rise, and someone offered a new game. She considered a moment and sat again. The blindfold went in place. From her perch, Lori wondered just what the hell was going on-until Todd stepped forward to be fondled again. Only he was fondled for a moment before Marie too him into her mouth. She licked and sucked and bobbed for a minute, giving him a blow job right in front of the boys. What the hell! Lori actually took a step forward before Todd stepped back and Ricky moved forward for his suck. It was the same game as before only she was using taste and tongue to pick her son from the pretenders. And the pretenders loved it. As hard as possible they took turns getting sucked, grinning at each other, laughing, letting Marie suck them as deep as she wanted. The game was wild and getting hotter. Marie's nipples were clearly visible against her blouse. She liked this too. They went through two rounds, and during the second round, the boys took turns fondling her through her blouse. Lori assumed it was but one more facet of the game. Could she determine who was feeling her up from how his hands felt. The boys seemed to be having an incredible time, squeezing Marie's breasts even as she sucked them. She wasn't giving a real blow job, just tasting and teasing and licking. Her cheeks were very red, and her body glowing, and the boys unbuttoned her blouse to insert their hands and feel her even better. From the stairs, Lori watched, fascinated and getting hot herself. What a wicked game. She supposed the game was supposed to be played with girlfriends, not moms, but watching Marie produced the same effect. Although Lori knew she should step forward and stop the game, she couldn't bring herself to do it. They were all having a good time even if the room was so full of sexual electricity she thought it might produce a lightning bolt. Perhaps the joking was beginning to transform into real desire as the boys were wound tighter and tighter, as Marie pushed the envelope. The game finished with Marie flushed, her blouse unbuttoned, her smile wide. She picked, and she was wrong again. They all laughed, those four boys with their erections still pointing, and Marie, whose breathing seemed far too fast. Lori had the idea that if Marie was as wet as Lori was, Marie would have soaked panties. So, the next game seemed inevitable. The blindfold was put back in place, but Marie didn't sit on the chair. Bobby did, and as he stroked himself, Ricky pulled down Marie's panties and hiked up her short skirt. Then, she straddled Bobby, helped him insert his shaft, and rode him up and down. She was performing the ultimate test to find Todd, fucking them. From her vantage point, the entire scene seemed incredibly bizarre. Marie, blindfolded, rode up and down on Bobby's rod while he played with her bare breasts. She looked like some kind of cowgirl breaking some wild horse as she bucked and rode and arched and humped. She was panting and pushing, and it took no time at for Bobby to grab her ass and jam her down and cum like a sailor after a year at sea. Lori could tell when it happened. It was incredibly obvious and incredibly sexy. Marie looked so hot and so ready, and the boys, well, the boys were young men-always ready. Ricky replaced Bobby, and Marie performed again. She seemed visibly pleased by Ricky's size, and she began fucking him enthusiastically. She rode and bounced while he squeezed her breasts, nipples as hard as nuts. She was breathing hard for the few minutes it took to get him off. She slammed down, gasped, and perhaps had her own orgasm as Ricky spurted into her. At that moment, Lori felt hot and jealous. She almost leaped forward to stop the game right there. What right did Marie have fucking Ricky? Wasn't that Lori's job? But she didn't leap forward. She panted as her hand fondled her own breast and watched as Dave replaced Ricky on the now cum-fouled chair. With Dave, it was more of the same. Marie, her skin now shiny with perspiration, mounted and rode and bounced, and this time, she added moans to the performance. And she no longer feigned any demure testing of the boy's erections in some game of choose the right one. No, she was actively fucking them, using them, wantonly slamming down on them. Squeezing them and telling them to squeeze her tits hard. It had passed beyond a game. It was a gang fuck, and Marie was more than willing to take on all comers. She used Dave like a tool, and he came hard, grunting with effort. And that left Todd. As Marie straddled Todd, she moaned afresh. She sank on him and rose and sank and moaned and then urged him to fuck her, to use her, to cum in her like the rest of the boys. Lori watched and grew warm as Marie danced on Todd's shaft, making it serve her. She pounded her own son while he squeezed her tits so hard Lori thought they might pop. It was wild, sexy, hot, forbidden. Marie was a gang-bang mom, taking on her son his friends for her pleasure. Lori had never seen anything like it, and she wasn't sure she ever wanted to see it again. But the last fuck didn't take long either. Marie screamed as Todd shot into her, while the others watched, fascinated and wickedly turned on. This was like no orgy they had ever seen before. This was beyond anything they had ever imagined. Marie backed off, and Todd moved, and she grinned as she told them which one was which. To their amazement, she named them in order, and then she laughed. That was when Lori stepped forward, for Lori understood what might happen next. The blindfold would be tossed aside, and the boys were get their second wind, and Marie would be used till they were all too tired to move. Lori couldn't have that. She moved in, telling the boys to get dressed, pulling Marie aside. Enough, she told Marie and sent her upstairs. Marie might have wanted to continue the orgy, but Lori couldn't allow it. Then, she told the boys that nothing they thought had happened had happened. If anyone ever breathed a word, she would make sure their lives were hell-especially Todd and Ricky. Then, she told them to clean up the basement and get back to video games. Upstairs, Marie was strangely calm. Dressed, she smiled as Lori entered the kitchen. "Time to go home," Marie said, "and thanks for not interrupting when you had a chance." "Have any idea how that looked?" Lori asked. "I can imagine. I'm going home." "Get some sleep." "I'll be able to now." Lori watched until Marie's car disappeared out the drive. Then, she turned for her bedroom upstairs. For a moment, she thought about the basement, about playing her own game with the boys. But no, she couldn't do that. No, she would have to find some other way to satisfy the itch. The music woke Lori. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced at her clock-2:30-the middle of the night. She rolled out of bed and walked to the back window. Below, the boys rollicked in the pool to sound of hard rock. The lights were off, but moonlight was enough to show her they were naked, skinny-dipping. Sudden anger surged through her. Didn't they respect the neighbors? Didn't they respect her? Skinny-dipping in the middle of the night was bad enough but adding loud music? What were they thinking? Seething with justified anger, she stomped out of her room. When she reached the pool, she immediately searched for the boom box. The big think sat on a table, and she immediately killed the sound. As she did, the boys turned to her. She marched to the edge still dressed in her panties and T-shirt. "It's bad enough you're skinny-dipping," she hissed. "But loud music? Are you crazy?" "We didn't turn on the lights," Ricky protested. "People are trying to sleep. Do you want the police to catch you?" The boys eyed her sheepishly. "We're sorry," Todd said. "We weren't thinking." "No, you weren't. Now, keep it down, or I'll send everyone home." "We will, mom," Ricky promised. Satisfied, Lori turned away, and at that moment, Dave grabbed her and tossed her into the water. The cold water stung her, and she bobbed to the surface more perturbed than ever. Aware of how her wet shirt clung, she glared at them. "What do you think-" She never finished as someone grabbed her shoulders and pushed her under the water. She struggled until the hands released her and she again bobbed to the surface. Anger surged through her as she spun to face her dunker. "What the hell-" Hands grabbed her from behind and dunked her again. Even under the water, she could hear them laughing. When she surfaced, she immediately started for the deck, but she couldn't reach it before someone grabbed her and shoved her under again. They held her under until she thought her lungs might burst. She gasped as she surfaced, gulping air, hearing them laugh. She lunged for the side. They grabbed her. Under she went, but this time, one of them went under with her. She felt his hands running down her sides, hooking her panties, and ripping them off. She couldn't stop him. She could hardly keep from passing out. Her head popped out of the water, and she was acutely aware that her panties were gone. "Stop!" she gasped. "Stop!" One of them grabbed her shirt and pulled up over her head. Too weak to resist, she tried to breathe, tried to move. But they held her naked body between them. As her breathing became easier, she was aware of their nudity, her nudity. They stood all around her has her bare breasts rose and fell. By the way they held their hands, she knew they were stroking themselves. "Look," she panted. "This is crazy. You don't want to do this. None of you. Now, back off. Let me go." "This is just getting to be fun," Ricky said. They moved closer, and she felt their shafts rubbing her under the water. Behind, on the sides, in front, she was surrounded by hard teen cocks. "This is wrong," she said. "This will get you all in trouble." "I don't think so," Ricky said. "I think you came down here for this." They moved closer, a rod slipping along her ass, one rubbing her bare slit. Hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed. She was helpless, overwhelmed. They were going to take her. Knowing Mom Ch. 08 "Please," she pleaded. "Don't. Let me go." "Not when you're begging for it." She closed her eyes. "Let her go," someone called. Someone leaped into the pool with a big splash, and the fracas began. Splashing, struggling, Lori managed to slip free for a moment as the boys moved to quell the attack. She lurched for the side, but was grabbed before she could reach it. Her arms were pinned behind her back as she was no match for the eighteen-year-olds. She struggled, and the boy dunked her. When she sputtered to the surface the water was calm. Next to her, Bobby held Marie, a naked Marie. Since Ricky and Todd stood in front, Lori knew Dave held her. The boys panted after the effort as did Marie, her breasts rising and falling in the moonlight. "Let us go," Marie demanded. "Shut up, slut," Todd told her. "You're going to get in trouble," Lori added. "You too," Ricky told her. "You shouldn't have come down here." "I know what this bitch wants," Todd said as he gabbed Marie's legs. "She wants the big one." Todd spread Marie's legs and pushed between them, and Lori saw Marie flinch as Todd shoved his hard shaft into her. "This is what she came here for," Todd said as he rammed his rod in and out. "She came to fuck." "Stop!" Lori ordered. "Stop!" "You too," Ricky said and grabbed her legs. "You need it too." Before Lori could protest, Ricky had spread her legs. She felt his cock head slip along her slit before he rammed it inside. She gasped at the sudden violation, the pain. She was not prepared for him, and he didn't seem to care. He began to stroke her with vigor. She glanced over at Marie whose lips were drawn in a thin line, whose hard nipples shone in the moonlight. Todd was hammering her with his hard teen body, and Marie was taking it. As was Lori as Ricky stroked hard and deep, relishing his position of power. The boys were in complete control, and they meant to display it. Ricky bent over to bite her nipples as he rammed her. The pain was exquisite, but she made no sound. She would not give them the satisfaction of a scream. She took the pounding, trying not to respond, trying to be completely limp and placid. She didn't want them to take any pleasure. But her body betrayed her. After only a few minutes, Lori felt herself grow hot, excited, aroused. Something about the attack excited her, something about being held and forced into sex spoke to some primal part of her brain. She was being taken by a strong man. She was being fucked without her consent, her body used for pleasure, and that somehow pleased her. She liked the way his erection felt inside, how he pumped, how he held her legs, how her arms were pinned, how she was unable to do anything but take it-and enjoy it. Because she did enjoy it. With every hard stroke she enjoyed it more. Like the cave woman who came a million years before, Lori responded to the hard shaft, the sex, the joining, the meeting of bodies. She was designed for this, and despite her wishes, she liked it, loved it. Her pussy squeezed him, and she saw him smile. He knew she liked it, wanted it, needed it. Mom needed her son's cock, even if he forced it on her. She glanced to the side where Marie was fucking back with her hips, taking Todd's best humping and meeting it with her own. Marie's eyes were open, and a fierceness twisted her face. She was fucking back, taking Todd and giving back, daring him to do it harder, to make her feel a bit of pain, the pain of hard fucking, the pain of penetration. Lori knew Marie wanted Todd, wanted to be taken like this. Todd did indeed know what Marie wanted, and he was giving it to her. Then, Lori suddenly understood what had happened. Marie had planned this with the boys. They had been waiting for her to show up so they could have a frolic, and when Lori came, they boys assumed she was part of plan. Why not? Surely, Marie had told her about what was going to happen. Why else would she be there? The boys thought it was all a game. Ricky slammed into her, and she gasped. For them, this wasn't wrong, it was what the moms wanted. She glanced over at Marie who was actively fucking her son, panting and needing, trying to get all of him deep inside. He moaned and hammered her, and then, he half yelled as he locked inside her. Lori could tell he was cumming, spasming inside Marie's willing body. Marie wrapped her legs around him and milked him, her hips undulating in the water. Pure, animal sex always made Lori hot. Watching Marie and Todd was no exception. She would have watched longer if Ricky hadn't chosen that moment to cum. She felt his cock explode inside her, and she closed her eyes. She didn't think she would ever tire of this cock, of her son's sex. And then, they boys switched. Bobby spread Lori's legs and rubbed his hard cock on her starving pussy. Next to them, Dave did the same to Marie. She moved her hips against him. "Do it," Marie said. "Do it if you dare. Fuck me if you have the balls." She taunted him, and he slammed into her, taking away her breath for a moment. "Like that, mom bitch?" Dave asked. "Like that young cock?" "Fuck me," Marie said. "Make me cum." Whatever Marie was saying certainly had a mistake on Bobby who rammed into Lori with the strength of an eighteen year old. His big, strong hands were molded on her ass as his hips moved back and forth. What Bobby lacked in finesse, he made up for with sheer strength. He was incredibly strong, penetrating her as far as his thick cock could reach. Over and over, he grunted like a beast, like some kind of animal. She was reminded of some kind of gorilla so aroused nothing could keep him from fucking her as long as his stamina held. She rotated her hips, allowing his efforts to rub her everywhere, relishing the power he brought to it. Yessss, she thought, fuck me harder, make me scream with need, make me take everything you've got. But Bobby couldn't keep going like that for long. He was working too hard, he was too excited. With a final monster thrust he held and ejaculated. She wasn't ready, but she squeezed the best she could, milking him, emptying him. He felt so good. He didn't fit as well as Ricky did, but he fit. He was young and strong and he fit. As he pulled out, she felt herself floating, held in Ricky's arms and half satisfied. Then, Marie screamed as David came inside her. Lori glanced over where Marie was pumping hard against Dave, hissing at him, taunting him to empty his teen cock into her. She looked like some she-wolf in heat, an animal who couldn't get enough fucking. Lips curled, teeth bared, she looked as fierce as anyone Lori had ever seen. Even as Ricky pulled her to side, David pulled away from Marie, from a Marie who didn't look ready to stop. "You better get her out of here," Ricky said. "She's out of control." Lori glanced back at Marie who was pushing and grabbing the boys. Lori could only guess what Marie was grabbing. Nodding to Ricky, Lori swam out to Marie and grabbed her shoulder. "Marie, we have to get out of here." Marie looked over. "Why? This is fun." "If we get caught, all hell will break loose. Can you imagine what their parents will say?" Marie looked from Lori to the boys and back. "You're right. Let's go." They swam to the side where Marie gathered her clothes before they dashed into the house. "Go home,' Lori told her. "Get some rest." "That was fun, wasn't it?" Marie slipped into her shorts and top, and her eyes sparkled with animal intensity. "It was great, but you know we can't do that any more. It's too risky." "I know, I know, but that's part of the fun, isn't it, the risk?" Lori remembered Justin and his photos. Justin had probably captured the whole pool episode on his camera. If anyone ever saw that... Lori didn't complete the thought; it was too awful. "A little risk is OK," Lori said. "But not risk like that. You can't be out in the open with houses all around." "You're right. I know you're right, but it's so erotic. It makes me so hot." "Get hot some other way. Play another game with Todd, like that rape game. Don't screw him in the swimming pool." Marie nodded, although Lori wasn't sure Marie would heed the good advice. Marie had slipped the reins and was running free. She was liable to do anything with almost anyone. With a sly grin, Marie left. Lori watched until Marie's car disappeared around the corner. Suddenly more tired than she thought she should be, she trudged up the steps to her room. She pushed Marie out of her mind. Lori was almost certain Marie could not be saved. She was going to do something incredibly stupid, that was clear. Lori simply had to make sure Marie's stupidity didn't spread out and stain Lori. Lori wasn't going to sink with Marie. Lori had no idea what time the boys finally went to bed. She was sound asleep, as they were when she got up the next morning. They were spread out in the basement, which was fine with her. After what they had done the night before, she expected them to sleep till noon. Over coffee, Lori put together a shopping list. The boys had raided the fridge and the pantry, and as teenagers, they had consumed almost everything. How could they eat so much? Their appetites-for everything--never ceased to amaze her. She had just completed her list when she heard something. Looking out the window, she saw Justin cleaning the pool. With a little grin, she walked out knowing Justin would love seeing her in her robe. "Justin, what are you doing?" she asked. "Thought the pool could use some cleaning, ma'am." He grinned. "Especially after last night." "What do you call me?" "Mommy." "I suppose the music was a little loud," she said. "The music, yes, mommy. Did I tell you my camera has an ultra sensitive setting? It takes pictures even when it's almost pitch black." "Really, and what do you take pictures of in the middle of the night?" "I could bring my camera over later, and you could see, mommy." "Oh, I think I know what you think you saw last night, but you see only what I want you to see, correct?" "Yes, mommy. But I don't believe you were out last night. It was another woman. I don't know her name." Lori walked right up to Justin and grabbed his belt buckle. "You didn't show anyone those pictures, did you?" "No, mommy, you said not to." "Good." She jerked up his buckle, smashing his balls. "Yes, you will bring over the pictures later, this afternoon. And you won't wear underwear, do you understand?" "Yes, mommy." She jerked his buckle even higher. "And you won't masturbate before you come over." "No, mommy." "You're going to learn to obey, aren't you, sub-boy?" "Yes, mommy." She savagely jerked his belt one more time before she released him. "Clean the pool, sub-boy." "Yes, mommy." Lori returned to her kitchen and sipped her coffee, wondering just how good Justin's pictures were. If they were clear and close, they might be hot, sexy. Would Marie want to see that? Lori laughed. Marie would want to see anything. She was in heat. The question was whether or not Lori wanted to introduce Marie to Justin. What would Marie do with her very own boy toy? Lori thought that might be something interesting to watch. But first, she had to shop. Those hungry boys would need food if they were going to keep Marie satisfied. Knowing Mom Ch. 09 The house was silent and empty when Lori returned from the store. On the counter, she found a note from Ricky. The boys had gone to David's house to play pool in his basement and watch some football. That suited Lori just fine. She was half afraid that after the night in the pool the boys would treat her as fair game, someone they could overpower any time they wished. Lori didn't want that, and she was going to make sure Ricky understood. What happened in the pool wouldn't happen again unless she planned it. She wasn't Marie or some girl they could always have. She would make them understand that. She had put the groceries away and was thinking about dong laundry when someone knocked on the back door. Glancing over, she saw Justin who smiled and held up his camera. "You must have seen me come home," she said as she opened the door. "You said you wanted to see the pictures, mommy." "I do. And you remembered, no underwear?" "None." "Good. You know where the computer is. Set up the camera." "Yes, mommy." "I'll be right back. And take off your clothes" She went up to her room and looked around for an outfit. She didn't have the leather domitrix outfits she had seen online, those outfits that would tell Justin immediately what she was going to do to him. Looking around, she slipped into a black thong and her black leather boots. She added a short black robe that barely covered her thong. She grabbed her vibrator and a wooden back scratcher and walked down to Justin. He sat naked in front of a computer that showed what Justin had captured the night before. Justin's camera was indeed sensitive. Todd hammering Marie in the pool was incredibly clear. When Justin zoomed in tight, Lori could see Marie's hungry pussy gobbling up Todd's hard cock. "Oh my," Lori said. "That is a good camera." "Thank you. It's the best on the market." "And you liked taking these pictures, didn't you?" "Yes, mommy." "And you were masturbating while you did it, didn't you?" "I tried not to, I really did." "And you knew it was wrong to take pictures like this without permission, don't you?" "I couldn't help myself." "And you know you must be punished for being back, don't you?" He nodded. "On all fours," she ordered. Lori didn't really feel like a domatrix, but somehow the role appealed to her. With Justin on all fours, his white ass aimed at her, she found a certain power flowing into her. Justin's ass looked like a target. "You've been bad, haven't you?" Lori asked. "Yes, mommy." She smacked his ass with the back scratcher. "You deserve punishment, don't you?" "Yes, mommy." She walked around him and smacked his butt again. She didn't hurt him too hard, but she knew he could feel it. "Those naughty pictures give you naughty thoughts, don't they?" "Yes, mommy." She smacked his butt again, and he yelped. "They make you hard, don't they, dirty boy?" "Yes, mommy." She bent down and grabbed his chin, snarling into her face. "You're such a nasty boy. You need training, don't you?" "Yes, mommy." She dropped his chin, reached under him, and grabbed his erect prick. She squeezed him very hard. "If you disobey, mommy is going to hurt you. Do you understand?" He nodded, his eyes squeezed against tears. She released him and stood smacking his butt with the back scratcher. She noted the red lines across his white skin. The marks pleased her. "You will do what mommy tells you, won't you sub boy?" "Yes, mommy." She kicked his knees apart and smacked his butt. He flinched, and she found she liked that. She grabbed her vibrator and the jar of Vaseline. "You're going to like this," she said. "Hold still." She coated the vibrator with the slippery Vaseline and rubbed it along his butt hole. His cheeks quivered, and she smacked them with her hand. "Hold still, sub-boy." His chest rose and fell as she rubbed the vibrator up and down. She grabbed one cheek and pulled it open, spreading his hole. "This is what you want, isn't it? You want mommy to open your virgin ass, don't you?" "Yes, mommy." She wormed the vibrator into his ass, and he immediately contracted his muscles, resisting her. She smacked his ass with her scratcher. "Relax, sub-boy, relax. This will feel so good." He took a deep breath, a small little cry the only sound he made as she worked the vibrator deeper into his ass. She used small strokes, moving the slick vibrator in slowly, carefully. She didn't want to hurt him. She wanted the violation of his ass to make him even more aroused. She reached under and grabbed his erection, squeezing again. "This feels very good, doesn't it?" "Yes, mommy." His voice was almost a whisper. She worked the vibrator deeper into his ass, stroking, opening, helping him understand that it wouldn't hurt if he didn't fight it. She discovered she liked doing this, loved it in fact. It aroused her, making her nipples hard, her pussy wet. She supposed power was the ultimate aphrodisiac. She certainly loved having power over Justin. "No one has ever done this to you, have they?" she asked. "No, mommy." "It's beginning to feel very good, isn't it?" "Yes, mommy." She stroked harder, deeper, the vibrator sliding in and out more easily. For the first time, he began to push back into the vibrator. She could tell he was learning to like it. She smiled. He would make such a good toy for her. "That's wicked, mom." She spun to find Ricky standing in the doorway. He grinned, as handsome as ever. "What are you doing home?" she asked. "Snacks. I volunteered to get some snacks." "And you found this." "Yes." Justin looked over his shoulder, and she saw shame and fear in his face. "And you like this, don't you, Ricky." "It looks very erotic." "I bet you want to try it, don't you?" "I...I..." Ricky hesitated. Lori's newfound strength bubbled to the surface. "Take off your pants," she ordered Ricky. He stared at her. "Do it!" Lori must have sounded tougher than her small size would normally warrant because Ricky immediately stripped until he stood naked, his penis half inflated. "Come here," she ordered. Ricky walked over till he stood right behind Justin. "Get hard," Lori said. Ricky's hand went to his penis where he began to massage himself. Lori reached out and grabbed Justin's hair, twisting his face to her. "You liked the vibrator," she said. "And you'll love what Ricky is going to do to you. Don't fight it. Do you understand?" He nodded. She jerked his head harder. "Do you understand?!" "Yes, mommy." Lore felt a surge of energy. These two eighteen year olds were actually obeying her, and that fueled her need to put them together. She tossed the Vaseline to Ricky. "Use it, get slick." She held Justin's hair and watched Ricky coat his hard cock with Vaseline. It looked huge, shiny, sticking out stiff. She loved what she was about to do. "Take it out and use your cock," she told Ricky. He hesitated. "Do it, or I'll make you like him." Ricky looked from her to Justin and lowered himself. He pulled out the vibrator, grabbed his hard shaft, and pushed the head into Justin's stretched hole. Lori, on her knees, watched the shaft sink to Justin's white ass, sliding in faster and easier than she had supposed possible. She glanced up at Ricky whose face said he was surprised too. He pushed in as far as he could. Lori grabbed Justin's erection and squeezed. "Fuck his ass," Lori ordered. Ricky grabbed Justin's hips and began stroking Justin's ass, slowly pulling out and pushing in. She watched, fascinated by Ricky's cock going in and out. She could tell that while both boys had started cautiously, they were now getting into this. Ricky became more bold with every push, and Justin was pushing his ass back into Ricky. She suddenly understood something about gay men. They liked what they did. This made them feel aroused, good, wanting more. She wondered if all males felt that way. Did they all like taking it like this? She wondered as she stroked Justin, rubbing his throbbing cock. Justin liked it. She could tell that; his cock was rock hard. She loved stroking it. "Fuck our boy hard, Ricky. He loves it. He's a butt boy." Ricky stroked harder, grunting. Justin moaned, his cock trembling in Lori's hand. She leaned close to whisper in Justin's ear. "You love this, don't you, sub-boy? You love being fucked in the ass like the slave you are. This makes you my slave, my fuck toy, all mind. Your cock and your ass belong to me, to mommy, and mommy is going to make you the best slave boy ever." Justin moaned as Ricky rammed his ass harder than ever. She loved the sound of Ricky slamming into Justin's virgin ass. Her nipples ached, and she tingled all over. This was almost as good as sex itself. She stroked Justin's rod and watched Ricky move. "Sub-boy loves how you fuck him," Lori told Ricky. "I can tell how excited he is. He wants you cum in his ass, make him your bitch. You own his ass, Ricky. You own his white bubble ass. Take it, make it yours, make him beg you to do him like this every day. He wants it so much." Ricky sweated as he slammed into Justin over and over. Justin moaned through gritted teeth. Lori stroked and watched, loving how the hard prick moved in and out of Justin's hole. She couldn't believe she could do this, that she could be so close to it. It made her feel like a domatrix. Justin was hers, her little slave to use and give to Ricky. She knew she was going to enjoy doing things to Justin, training him to please her and her friends. She would be Justin's master, and she could hardly wait to dream up new ways to use him. Her insides felt on fire. She never dreamed being a master could make her feel this good. "Cum in him, Ricky," Lori said. "Cum now. Fill his bung hole with your spunk. Make him your cum bucket." Ricky slammed as deep as he could and held. Lori stared at Ricky's drawn up balls and knew he was pumping semen into Justin's tight ass. At that moment, Justin ejaculated with a moan. Lori felt Justin's cock spurting, and she immediately pumped him, milking his shaft, watching his cum land on the carpet beneath him. The spatters pleased her, pleased her more than she could begin to describe. "He shot his wad," Lori told Ricky. "He likes it so much he came like he butt-boy he is. He loves being fucked in the ass." Ricky laughed as he pulled out of Justin's ass. He backed up, his chest heaving. Lori could tell Ricky had liked Justin's ass. "That was amazing," Ricky said. "I didn't think I'd like that." Lori grabbed Justin's hair and jerked his chin. "Lick up your cum, messy boy," she said. "Did I say you could make a mess on my carpet?" She pushed Justin's face to the floor. "Lick it up." She watched Justin lick up his own cum, using his tongue like a dog. "Don't miss any spots. Don't make mommy mad." Justin worked at the carpet hard, and Lori smiled. He was better than a cocker spaniel. She stood and moved toward the kitchen. "Get dressed. Both of you." Lori pulled a coke from the refrigerator and smacked the counter top with her scratcher. Her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't believe how successful her first venture into dominance had been. Luckily, Justin was the perfect subject. He was willing and malleable, and she thought she could mold him into whatever they both needed. With any luck, she would watch Ricky plumb Justin's ass again and again. What would she have them do next? She wasn't sure, but it would make her pussy so wet her juice would run down her leg. Justin and Ricky walked in, and Lori couldn't help but notice their differences. Ricky was bigger, stronger, the all-American, while Justin was smaller, thinner, used to hanging back, letting others take the lead. "Justin, did you download the pictures onto my computer?" He held up his camera. "All gone. Good, go home. Take a shower. If you have any problems after what we did, call me. I don't think you're hurt, but we must make sure, understand?" Justin nodded. "And no masturbation," she added. "From now on, you're going to save all of that for mommy." "Yes, mommy." "Now, go." Justin moved past and out the door. Once he was gone, she turned to Ricky. "You did a good job," she told Ricky. "Like it?" "Yes, I did. It was different, but he was nice and tight, and he squeezed hard when I came. He did like it." "I know he did, and he's going to give us endless hours of pleasure. Now, go shower." "But you didn't cum, did you? Don't you need something?" "Later. Right now, I want you to shower." "Cause I don't mind doing whatever you want." "Shower, randy boy. Go." He pecked her cheek and skipped out of the kitchen. She loved his body, the way he looked, but at the moment, she needed to plan things. She had Marie and Todd to consider and now Justin. She also had to juggle Ricky and her job. If she wasn't careful, everything would explode and make the biggest mess she could imagine. She had no doubt she and Ricky would have to move to another city, probably another state. And she also knew reporters and police would hound them wherever they went. Things were getting messy, and if she wasn't careful, her life would take a ride on the down escalator. No matter what she said, people wouldn't understand. She would be the mother who seduced her own son. She'd have to move to another planet. As Lori sipped her coke, she wondered what she should do. The doorbell drew Lori to the front door where she found Marie on the stoop. "Look at you," Marie said as she entered. "Halloween costume? Or are you teaching Ricky new tricks?" "Trying to get in the mood," Lori answered. "What are you doing here?" "We have to talk. I've been thinking. We can't keep doing what we're doing." "Getting tired of Todd?" "Oh god, no, that's not it at all. Just the opposite, I want him all the time, more than all the time. He and Ricky and the boys are all I can think about. That's the problem. I'm hooked." "Too much sex?" "Too much stupidity. You know as well as I do that it's only a matter of time before we're caught. If that happens, well, it won't be pretty. This is the twenty-first century, but a lot of people will want us to go straight to hell, do not pass go, do not collect a fucking dime." "I think you're right. The other parents won't understand. No one will. Parents aren't supposed to have sex with their children. But we like it. What do we do?" Before Marie could answer, her cell phone rang. She checked the number. "I have to take this," she said. "Yes, daddy," she said into the phone. Lori moved into the family room to give Marie some privacy, not that Marie needed it. A few seconds later, Marie appeared. "I have to go. It's my dad." "Sure, I understand. What were you saying we should do?" "We need to discuss that. Want to come with me? It won't take long, and we can talk in the car." "Sure," Lori answered. "Give me a minute to change." Five minutes later, Lori and Marie were rolling along in Marie's Volvo. Lori wasn't exactly sure why she was along for the ride, but getting out of the house, away from temptation seemed a good idea. "Now," Lori said. "What's your idea?" "I think we have to get away from the boys," Marie said. "If we stay with them, we'll end up doing exactly what we're doing now." "And how do we get away?" "We send them on a trip or something. Or take a trip ourselves. We don't have to stay away long, just until our addictions go away." "They're in school. They can't go anywhere. And we work. I don't know about you, but I can't take a sabbatical right now." "I thought about that. So, listen to this. What if I moved in with you and Ricky moved in with Todd? You and I in your house, the boys in mine. That way, we could avoid the constant contact, the temptation. I don't know about you, but if I'm around them for very long, I'm going to drop my drawers and have at it." "I hear you. They're like cocaine, aren't they? Just thinking about them makes me wet." "So what do you think?" "Let it work on me a while. I think you my have the solution. The trick is getting the boys to agree and making sure they don't start skipping school or turn your place into Animal House north." "We can check on them. I think we have to trust them at some point." "Trusting them is one thing, trusting ourselves is another. We don't want to start scoring guys at the university." Marie laughed. "I'll be your guardian angel if you'll be mine." "Deal." "By the way, since my mother died, my dad has become a bit eccentric." "Eccentric?" "He likes to be nude when he's in the house." Marie glanced over. "I know, I know, that's not a pretty image. And don't be shocked if he gets a hard on and asks you to touch it. He thinks it's irresistible." Lori laughed. "Oh my, that's a bit much. He must be hard up." "He is, but he's harmless. I mean, he won't force himself on you." "I'm surprised you haven't helped him out." "Eewww, he's my father." "Todd's your son." "That's different." "Is it? Doesn't seem so different to me, except Todd's a young hard body, and your dad isn't." "It's more than that. I mean, it's...well...it's.. But it's not like he's small or anything. He's just my dad." "Who is hard up for sex." "I guess." "Why don't you treat it like an investment?" "A what?" "Look at this way. Your father is getting older but still horny. How long before he finds some woman willing to take care of that? And once that starts, how long before he marries her? If I know your dad, he won't be satisfied until he's married and provided for his new wife." "You make it sound so, so mercenary." "Reality, Marie, reality. Look at us. In a few years, we might start looking for someone like your father. Older, financially secure, married once, horny, a one-woman man we can keep happy, a man who will provide for us in our old age. Lots of single women out there looking for a way to make up for all those years when they didn't contribute to an IRA." Marie glanced over, and Lori could see her brain working. "It's just sex," Lori continued. "Nothing you're not willing to do with a lot of guys. And in this case, you'd be keeping your inheritance in good shape." "Maybe I should marry him." Lori asked. "I don't think that is necessary, but keeping him off the streets and away from the church socials might be good in the long run." "What if he won't go for it?" "What are you talking about? You look like your mother, the woman he lusted after. You're willing, and if I know him, he thought more than once about sex with you as you were growing up. Fathers see that cute, bubble ass and firm tits and think maybe they should try some of that. It's only society and wives that keep dads from sleeping with their daughters." Marie tapped the steering wheel with her fingers. "If I didn't know you better, I'd say you were serious." "Added benefit. While you're trying to break your Todd habit, you'd have regular sex. Less chance of backsliding if you have an outlet." "God, you make it sound so clinical, so sterile, so smart. There's no down side, is there?" "Oh, there's a down side. There are physical and emotional risks. Your dad may not be healthy enough for sex, especially with someone as young and energetic as you. And he might not be able to handle the guilt of sex with his daughter. If it was the wrong thing to do when you were sixteen, why isn't it the wrong thing now? And there's no guarantee that he won't find a woman his age anyway. Companionship might be more important than sex." "Nothing is more important than sex." Lori laughed. "You don't know men as well as you think you do. They often find things more important." Knowing Mom Ch. 09 "I was kidding, so do women." "I'm not saying you have to do anything, but if I were you, I'd consider it. If my dad was close by and living alone, I'd sure as hell think about it." "You make sense." Marie pulled into the drive of a nice brick ranch. "But like I said, don't be shocked." "I think I've seen equipment before." "Not by that, by what I might do." Laughing, they walked to the house where Marie rang the doorbell before they entered. "I'm here," Marie called. "Where are you?" "Right here." Lori turned to her left and spotted Marie's dad in the dining room. True to form, he sat naked at a table covered with bills and mail and his checkbook. He stood and smiled, and Lori couldn't keep herself from looking at his "equipment". He was nicely endowed. In fact, he looked in good shape for a man his age. His hair was mostly gray all over, but he wasn't dirty or unkempt. He was just nude. "Nice to meet you, Lori," he said and shook her hand. "I'm Ralph, and I trust you're not offended by my nakedness. I've recently discovered how liberating nudity can be. And it cuts down on my laundry too." He winked at her. "I'm fine with it as long as you don't expect me to join you," Lori answered. "I never impose, but feel free to join me." He winked a second time, and Lori could see she and Marie were having an effect on him. His penis was growing right before her eyes. "OK, dad," Marie said. "What is so important?" "I was in the attic." "You know you shouldn't be up there," Marie said. "If you fall-" "I won't fall. Anyway, I came across some of your mother's old things, and I wondered if you might want them." "Fashions change, dad. And couldn't it have waited?" "There's one other thing. I've been thinking about dating again, and before I do, I wanted to talk to you about it. I mean, I haven't asked out a woman in forty years. I'm not sure I know how." Marie glanced at Lori who put on her best I-told-you-so smirk. "Let's look at those things." "I'll go get the box." As he walked away, Lori noted just how inflated Ralph was becoming. "Want something to drink?" Marie asked. "Sure. Coke would be great." Marie headed for the kitchen. "Make yourself at home." Lori wandered about the dining room, glancing at the items on the table. Underneath the bills and papers she glimpsed some Victoria's Secrets catalogues, and that made her smile. Ralph wasn't above looking at beautiful women in sexy underwear. That was a good sign in her mind. He still wanted sex. But then, who didn't? She was still trying to work through the idea of living with Marie while they broke their addictions to their sons. How was that supposed to work? Lori hadn't had a roommate since college. Marie certainly wasn't going to take the place of her ex. Lori was still wondering when Marie returned with the cokes. She was just ahead of Ralph who plopped a big box on the table. Lori noticed that Ralph was virtually fully inflated, and he had a quite nice erection. She looked at Marie who winked. "I thought your mother dumped this stuff after you came along," he said to Marie. "I don't know if you want it or not, but I couldn't toss it without offering." "I appreciate it, dad." Marie opened the box and pulled out something wrapped in tissue. She pulled away the tissue to reveal red, silk lace panties and bra. The lace was so thin it was see through. Marie gasped as she held up the pair. "Mom, mom wore this?" "When we were first married," Ralph answered. "I had almost forgotten." Lori looked at the lingerie and wanted to laugh. Marie's face told the whole story. Marie couldn't picture her mother in the outfit. It was less than the models in the catalogues wore. Marie dropped the red outfit and unwrapped a black outfit. It looked even sexier than the red one. While Ralph smiled, his tool sticking out, Marie blushed. How could her mother wear such things? The black lingerie was followed by garter belts and slips, teddies and even a pair of crotchless panties. Lori was amazed; Marie was shocked. Ralph smiled, his erection unshrinking. Every treasure seemed to evoke a memory in Ralph who offered one word descriptions such as "anniversary" or "Mexico" or "surprise". Ralph seemed to relive his past through the contents of the box. As Marie's face turned as bright red as a tomato, Ralph's eyes twinkled. "I...I don't know what to say," Marie said as she laid down the last silk teddy. "I never knew." "I thought you might find some use for these things," Ralph said. "I don't know," Marie said slowly. "I'm not sure. They might not be the right size." "Why don't you try on something," Lori suggested. "If one thing fits, they probably all will." Marie glared. The last thing she wanted to do was slip into something so sexy. "Sure," Ralph echoed. "That's a good idea. If they don't fit, there's no use you taking them." "I suppose you're right." Marie grabbed a pair of black panties and a bra. "I'll be right back." "Model them for us," Lori called after her. "Let us see." "Yes," Ralph added. "I'd like to see." As soon as Marie disappeared, Ralph turned to Lori who found it difficult to not look at his erection. "It's nice looking, isn't it," he asked. "Nice looking?" Lori said. "My erection, doesn't it look nice? I didn't use to think so, you know. It wasn't that long ago I hid my body beneath clothes. I was ashamed of my body, especially my penis. Men are so ashamed of their penises. If it's not the right size or the right shape or doesn't get as stiff as you think it should, there are hundreds of reasons why men hide them when they really are beautiful things, especially when erect. They're incredibly well designed for what they are supposed to do, and the mere sight of them arouses both sexes. Don't you like looking at them?" Lori smiled, amazed by the awkward but frank discussion. "I've really never thought of them that way. I mean, I do find them arousing. What woman doesn't? I mean, the well-shaped ones. But I never considered their functionality. I suppose they do accomplish what they are supposed to, don't they?" "You think mine is nice looking?" Ralph asked. He leaned back to show it to her. Before Lori was forced to give an opinion, Marie appeared. As soon as she stepped into the room, Ralph lost all interest in Lori and his penis. He gaped, and so did Lori. In the black lingerie, Marie looked terrific. She looked like a model from one of the catalogues on the table, and when she saw their expressions, she giggled and posed. Lori wondered if Marie's mother had looked half as good. "My, my," Ralph said. "You look almost as good as your mother did." "Thank you," Marie said. "This is really nice stuff. And it fits. I like it." Lori glanced at Ralph whose erection was bigger than ever. It was plain to see what was going on in his mind. "Excuse me," Lori said. "I have to use your powder room." "Second door on the left." Ralph waved vaguely, but he didn't take his eyes off Marie. Lori moved past Ralph and turned long enough to catch Marie's eye. Lori's look said it all. She encouraged Marie to take matters into her own hands. But Lori didn't go the powder room. She walked down the hall a bit before she turned and crept back to the doorway. Slowly, she peeked around the woodwork. Marie had moved close to her father, his erect penis almost touching that black silk. They were looking into each other eyes, their hands stiff by their sides. "You look so much like your mother," Ralph said. "Was she a good lover?" "Oh yes, she was terrific." "And you miss that, don't you?" "I'm just flesh and blood," Marie reached down and ran a red fingernail along her father's erection, causing him to flex his butt muscles. "I can see that," she said. "I can feel that." "It's been so long, pumpkin. I get so lonely." "I know, I know, but we're here now. And we both want this, don't we?" "Yessss, I've wanted it for a long time." "Shhh....let me help you." Marie wrapped her hand around Ralph's erection and gently stroked. "Mom used to do this, didn't she?" He nodded. "Did she do this?" Marie slid to her knees and sucked his hard cock into her mouth. "Oh, god," Ralph said. "Oh, god." Lori watched Marie work on Ralph's shaft. She licked and sucked and squeezed and stroked and took it deep into her throat without gagging. Lori had seen it all before with Todd and Ricky, but she was still surprised with the intensity Marie put into the act. She looked as if she really enjoyed it, wanted it, couldn't keep herself from it. Perhaps it was the taboo nature of what Marie was doing, how she was giving her own father a blow job, but whatever it was, it made Marie's nipples hard and poking at her bra, it caused her to reach between her legs and rub. Lori had no idea how many blowjobs Ralph had had in his life, but she was certain he had never had one like this, never had one from his own daughter. Lori was also sure no one had ever been so enthusiastic about it either. She knew she should back away and give them some privacy, but she was mesmerized. She wanted to see what would happen. She didn't have to wait long. Because Ralph began to shoot. Right then, Ralph couldn't hold back any longer and began ejaculating gobs of white semen on Marie's face and chest. He moaned and came, and she pumped him, milking out every drop. She didn't bother trying to clean it off. She just pumped her father dry, making sure he had no more. "I'm sorry," Ralph said. "I couldn't control it." Marie took her finger and cleaned her face, sucking off his cum. "I understand. It's been a long time. You need practice." She stood and faced him, and she looked terrific if a bit disappointed. "I usually don't do it that quick," Ralph said. "I'm usually better." "I'm sure you are-and will be." She rubbed his flaccid shaft. "I tell you what. Why don't we leave these things here so I can come over and model them for you." "Would you do that?" "What's a daughter for?" He laughed. "I never thought this could happen. Although I have to tell you I thought about it some, especially while you were growing up." "I'd be disappointed if you hadn't." "I mean there were times when you looked so damn sexy I went around hard all day. Your mother could tell. When you wore shorts or a bikini, she got pounded that night. I think she liked you in sexy clothes as much as I did." Marie smiled. "I sometimes peeked when you masturbated in the shower. I was a wicked daughter." "Not as wicked as now." "No, not as wicked as now. I'm going to change. I'll be right back." "I'll be here." Lori waited till Marie had disappeared before she reappeared, acting as if nothing had happened. Ralph had already begun repacking the lingerie into the box. "Those are very pretty things," Lori said. "Marie looks terrific in them, doesn't she?" "Yes, she does. Can you keep a secret?" "I like to think so." "Marie's mother never wore these things. I never bought them for her." "What?" "I bought them for Marie." He winked. "And I think she really likes wearing them, don't you?" Lori laughed. The dirty old coot had planned this from the start. For some reason, he knew Marie would go for it, and when she did, he would be ready. At that moment, Marie reappeared and after a few minutes, she and Lori headed for the door. As they drove back to Lori's house, Marie opened up. "You saw?" Marie asked. "Yes." "He came too fast, didn't he?" "I think he held off for the first twenty minutes we were there. All told, he did pretty well." "I guess he did. I have to tell you it was a real turn on. I mean, sucking off my own father. I haven't thought about doing hat since I was in high school." "When you learn about sex, you start thinking about your parents. That's natural." "I'm afraid I used to tease him all the time. Short shorts, tight tops, bra and panties, I'm surprised he never raped me. I mean, I acted like a slut sometimes." "Did you want him to rape you?" "No, I mean, yes, I mean maybe. I don't know. I know there were times when I thought it would be hot if he came into my room and just sort of took me. You know, rip back the covers, tear off my clothes and fuck me hard. I'm glad he never did. That would have been great but awful, know what I mean? If he had, I would have understood. Luckily, my mom was there to keep him in check." "Too bad she's not here to keep you and me away from our sons." "We do need monitors, don't we. Think any more about what I said? Want to live together for a while?" "I think we can try it. I mean, we have to do something. We can't keep doing what we're doing." "I know, but I have to tell you that if I can't find someone else, I'm afraid I'll keep doing it. The sex seems to have penetrated all of me. I want it more than anything. I want it right now. I want it with my dad, my son, you, everyone. If I don't get it, well, I might go crazy." "We'll see how it works out. You have your dad now, so that will take some edge off." "I'm guessing it will. Know what I found in his medicine chest? Viagra. Hah, the old boy is planning on doing some real screwing, isn't he." "I think that's just what you need, even if it is your father." Marie smiled. "I'm going to make sure he takes his medicine." Lori laughed. "I'm sure you will." When Lori reached home, she went to find Ricky. She had to give him the news and help him prepare to move in with Todd. He was in the basement, watching a football game. "Hey," Lori said and sat down. "We have to talk." "Oops," he said. "That doesn't sound good." "Depends on point of view I suppose. We both know we can't keep up this relationship." "Why not?" "Because sooner or later we'll get caught, and that would cost me my job at least, maybe a whole lot more. It would cost you too." "I can handle it." "I don't think so. You think you can, and you think we can live like this forever, but we can't. I look good now, but how long will it be before I show my age? You'll be stuck with an old woman when you're in your prime. You will cheat on me. It's that simple." "No, I won't. I swear I won't. We can move some place where they don't know us, and we can act like we're married. You know we can." "Don't be naive. What looks good now will look awful later. You'll be stuck, and you'll resent me, and I'll cling like some washed out bitch. That wouldn't be fair to either of us. As long as we're doing this, you won't find someone more appropriate and neither will I." "That's because we're made for each other." "I can see you won't understand, and that's a function of youth. At your age, I wouldn't have understood either. Take my word for this. We'll both change, and when we do, we'll hate each other." "You're wrong, dead wrong. How can I make you see you're wrong?" He stood and grabbed her, pulling her tight, his hand massaging her ass. "Will this prove how wrong you are?" Lori felt his hard chest against her breasts, his knowing and strong hand. Yes, he knew how to touch her, how to make her feel her desire for him. He rubbed his hardening penis across her tummy. God, she wanted nothing more than to let him take her, to let him fill that space between her legs. Watching Marie and Ralph had left Lori feeling in need. And here stood Ricky, ready, willing and able to slake her thirst. "No," she said and pushed him away. "That won't help. That will only make this harder." He held onto her hand, not releasing her. He took her and formed it around his bugling erection. "This is what you want," he said. "This is what you need. We both know that. We both know you want it more than anything else in the world." "But I can't have it. I never should have started with you. I knew it couldn't go anywhere, that it would only leave us more lonely and angry than before. We can't do this." He unsnapped his shorts and pulled down the zipper, pushing her hand inside his boxers where she could feel his engorged penis, the thing that always felt so good to her. "Feel that and tell my you don't want it," he said. "It wants you. It's making you wet right now." "You're wrong. I don't need it." She tried to jerk back her hand, but he held it in his pants, working her fingers around his thick shaft even as she resisted. "You can't kid me," he said. "I know you. I know your body, your pussy, your tits, your mouth, your ass. I know all of you, and you can't tell me you don't want this right now. You want to ride it, to fuck it. You want so much to fuck your own son." "Let me go, Ricky. I've made my decision, the only decision that makes any sense." He held her with one hand and grabbed her breast with his other, squeezing her. "You're the same as you were yesterday, and yesterday, you wanted this more than anything. Don't lie. Say you want to fuck your son." "Don't talk like that any more. That's over, past. We can't do it any more." He suddenly grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, popping buttons that shot away. His hand snatched her breast from inside her bra and bared it to his touch. "What are you doing?" she asked. "What you want," he answered. "You want it, and you're going to get it." "Don't, don't you dare. That would be rape, and that's a bad thing." "Shut up, Lori." He released her hand which she jerked out of his pants. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her, forcing her over the arm of the couch. "What are doing?" She felt his knee in her back, forcing her down, not letting her up. He as so much bigger and stronger, weighed so much more. "Let me up." "Shut up, Lori. You're going to get what you want-good and hard." "No, no, stop!" He unsnapped her shorts and jerked them to her ankles. Then, he ripped off her panties. His strength was incredible, bestial. She had never before seen him like this. "Stop, Ricky, please, before you do something we both will regret." "Quiet, slut. You want this, and you're going to get it." He took his erection in hand and fed it into her slit. She tried to resist, to hold herself closed against him, but she was no match. He shoved his thick rod into her and pumped his hips., ripping into her. "That's what you want and need, Lori. You need to be taught who's the boss around here." "Don't do it," she said. "You'll regret it for the rest of your life." "You should learn to keep your mouth shut when you're not sucking my cock." He pushed her head into a cushion and held her there as he raped her, slamming his cock into her over and over. As he did, he called her names, nasty names-mom cunt, slut mom, bitch mom, nasty mom, sonfucking mom-every name he could think of. He was strong, almost brutal as he pumped into her over and over, and try as she might, Lori couldn't help but respond a little. Despite the violation, it did feel good, she did want it. She loved it. She even loved his anger and his strength. She even liked the rape aspect of it, the force, the fight. The ripped clothes and forced sex stimulated her in a way she couldn't explain. She knew she shouldn't want this, but she did. She knew she couldn't allow him to know she liked it, but she did. She would lie to him not matter what, no matter how good he felt inside, no matter how good his hard thrusts felt. She fought the moans in her throat, not giving him any satisfaction. She didn't move. She allowed him to do what he was going to do, but she wouldn't fuck back. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. With a grunt he slammed into her and spurted his cum. She could feel it, feel the heat and shudders as he emptied himself. She fought the urge to milk him, to press her muscles together and take all his seed. Damn him. She wanted it so bad, but she wouldn't allow it. She would sooner die than let him know she liked it. Knowing Mom Ch. 09 He released her and backed away, ripping out his cock. She slowly moved off the couch and faced him. She reached into herself and brought out a fingertip of his cum which she flung at him. "Bastard," she said. "Pack your bags. You're leaving." "Like hell I am." She pulled up her shorts and faced him, her torn clothes not hiding much. "If you don't," she said. "I'm going to wait till you're asleep, and then, I'm going to come in and cut off that thing you're so proud of." He stared at her, and she knew she had to win the contest of wills. "You know I'll do it," she said. "And when the police come, I'll tell them you raped me. They'll believe me. You know they will." She moved past him, heading for the shower, a shower where she would take care of the desire he had awakened in her. She knew how, and the sonofabitch would never know she did it. "Mom?" His voice sounded scared. She didn't answer. Let the poor boy get scared. He deserved worse.