3 comments/ 52850 views/ 3 favorites Jake By: collegegurl83 Kitten smiled at her reflection in the floor length mirror as she straightened her short black pleated skirt. It was her favorite skirt because it started way low on her hips and it stopped just short of her creamy white silk garters, and showed just a hint of what was beneath. The powder blue baby-doll T-shirt she had chosen to wear tonight contrasted perfectly with the smooth milk chocolate skin that she’d gotten from her mom. Her almond shaped eyes and high cheek bones had been a gift from her half oriental father. She pushed an errant strand of her shoulder length curly black hair behind her ear and attached a small pearl earring. She made a couple of finishing touches and then stood back to admire herself. Her creamy chocolate cleavage just barely peeked out of her lacey white c-cup bra. She ran her hands over her body, from her breasts down his slim waist, to her luscious ass. Then after checking her watch once more she decided that it was a good time to go pick her boyfriend, Jake, up from the airport. Jake worked as a publisher for a firm in Arizona and had come into town just for the holidays. She had met him online shortly after publishing a couple of stories one her favorite erotic story websites. After chatting for a while they decided to make it official and he decided to fly down for Christmas. He was everything that she wanted in man, respectful, intelligent, and sexy as hell with his tall, slim frame, dark brown hair and lush full lips. The sexiest thing about him, though, was his black framed glasses. When she got downstairs she saw that her jet black 97 Lincoln Cougar was blanketed with snow. It was barely falling now, and she hoped that she would make to the airport and back before it began to storm. She climbed in and cranked the heater up full blast. Her bum was freezing when she placed her bare cheeks on the icy leather interior. She was dripping with and excitement and arousal as she listens to erotic lilt in Erica Badu’s voice churning trough her sound system. When she arrived at the airport she begins to pace waiting for his plane to land. While she waited, she felt a presence behind her. She turned and saw him standing there staring at her. She walked up in front of him and put her arms around his neck. “Hi stranger” she said in a cheesy manner. “Hello yourself” he replied with a crooked grin. Jake looked down at her and with a single stroke of his tongue, licked her bottom lip and then her top, following with a deep, hard kiss. He kissed her cheek and began to nibble on the little valley where her neck and shoulder met. Kitten could feel her knees weakening, so she pulled back and looked lustily into his eyes and said one word. “Home.” Once in the car he makes himself comfortable as she tries in vain to concentrate on the road. He begins to stroke her thigh, not absently as though he doesn’t know hat he’s doing, but purposely. He reaches up and trails his hand from her ear, down her neck and into her cleavage to slowly stroke the sensitive skin there. When she stopped at a red light he leaned in blew softly in her ear. It seemed as though it took forever to get back her place and Kitten was ready to play. They had barely made it into the apartment before she’d wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. They were kissing feverishly now, hot, wet sticky kisses everywhere. Jake began to make his way down her neck and back up to her ear. She was so hot she began grinding against his belly. Then she began to kiss that spot on his neck, right below his ear. “Mmm...” he moaned into her hair He loved to be sucked and licked right there. He was going crazy yet he still gently pushed her away. “Mmm…slow down, baby. I’ve brought you something” he said as she slid down his length to the ground. “Just give me a minute to set everything up.” “ok.” She whispered with a smile and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. As he finished lighting the candles in the living room he looked up into the kitchen and saw the sexiest sight he’d ever seen. Kitten was bent over leaning into the fridge, her little skirt rising over her gorgeous backside, showing her lover bum divided by a thin white satin thong, and just below that were a pair gorgeous legs encased in white silky nylons. His cock began to strain against his confining black Dockers, and he hoped that he would be able to make it through dinner. She straightened and stretched sexily and walked over to the table carrying a bowl of penne pasta and sun dried tomatoes, and then sat in the chair that he had pulled out for her. He sat across from her at the small cherry wood table and grasped her hand taking time to caress her delicate knuckles. She had spent the entire meal staring into his eyes. When he finished she rose and cleared to dishes. When she bent to refresh his wine he noticed that the neck of her shirt had sank some to expose her lacy white bra. It was low cut in the front, barely covering her chocolaty nipples. He grasped her hand as she placed the wine bottle down to return to the dishes, and kisses her fingertips. Then he pulled her onto his lap and began to kiss her softly at first, their tongues out of each others mouth licking the others, then kissing firmly and deeply, her hands gently caressing his shoulder blades. She moaned and push down into him, his now rock hard cock pushing up against her pussy through his Dockers and her thong. He stood with her legs wrapped around his waist and carried her to the bed. He sat her down and began to undress as she did the same. When she was in her garter belt and thong he told her to stop and stand before him. The room was chilly and goose bumps dotted her skin as he got down his knees and kissed her left hip. He flicked the tip of his tongue against the smooth, tender skin then began to draw her panties down with his teeth. He stood back and gazed at her as she stood there naked, save her garter belt and stockings. Her dark chocolate brown nipples were aching to be touched. She reached up to caress them and he slapped her hands away, not wanting them covered. He came forward and began to lick all over one of her breasts, while using his other hand to tease the other, pulling and tugging on it, Kitten let out a whimper as his mouth encloses her nipple and sucked the rock hard bud to the roof of my mouth. She screamed in protest as he let it go, but was once again purring when he attacked its mate. Jesse looked up into her eyes as his tongue rolled over them, she could see his tongue wetting her nipples. It felt so good. She thought she would die if he didn’t give her more…her body craved more, to the point of aching. As he did this Jake slid his warm hand between her shivering thighs and just barely brushed against her silky shaved pussy. He smiled at her and began to kiss his way down her belly to her pelvis, which he tickled with his tongue. He sat up and spread her stocking clad legs, staring into the velvety pink folds of her sweet wet little pussy. He began to stroke her cute little clitty with his hot tongue as she purred. He sat up again and inserted a finger. She gasped aloud. “Ooooo…… you like that, don’t you" he said after her moan of pleasure. “Mmm Mmm” she mumbled incoherently “I bet I have something you’ll like more” he whispered in her ear as lay on top of her. “Oh god, yes” she moaned. He eased his body between her legs and stroked his cock as he made sure that she was ready. She had a tingling sensation pulsating through her body as she felt his head press against her tight pussy. He was still for a moment. "Oh, Jake, please don’t stop," Kitten said. "I want you sooo much. Please fuck me." Jake leaned forward onto his elbows, and she reached down between their bodies to take his throbbing cock in her hand. He lowered himself, and she slid the very tip up and down between the lips of her pussy to part them. Then she put the tip right at the entrance to her cunt and lifted her legs wide and her knees high. Jake gave a little push and the head of his cock entered her, then he pulled back a little, teasing her, then pushed a little more back in, pulling back, pushing in, very slowly getting just a tiny bit more of his beautiful ivory member into her. Finally he was sheathed deep within her. And she began to whimper against his shoulder as he began to pound harder and deeper into her. His hands at her waist give the leverage he needs to begin to piston her body. She is screaming so loudly now that he is sure that her neighbors can hear, but he is too close to cumming to care. “Oh god, Jake…IT FEELS SOOOOO………AHHHHHHHHHH.” He slammed into her one last time as her body began to shake with the wave of her violent orgasm. He came shortly after as her body clenched around him. There will be more from the Kitten and Jake Saga…..Hope You Like It Jake All characters over the age of 18 Wednesday Creamy, bouncy, softer than a baby's bottom. Jake's mouth watered as he caught a glimpse of his mother's breasts, just barely visible in the shadows of her robe that had slipped open when she poured him a glass of juice. The full globes, perfectly rounded and capped by the cutest nipples, causing his lips to part unconsciously as if he could feel them, flicking them with his tongue. Linda Williams looked down, her son's gaze was riveted on her partially open robe. Unwittingly her nipples hardened, the knowledge that her son was looking at her body turned her on. Perhaps if things were more normal she would have reacted like any other typical mother, pulling her robe closed or backing away, but things were not normal. Linda hadn't been touched in a long time, her husband Jerry, sitting across the table reading the paper, took medication that dried up any desire he might have had. Leaning forward even more, Linda grabbed some toast and a couple slices of bacon, making her a plate of breakfast, all the while giving Jake a few seconds longer to stare at her tingling ta-tas. Sitting down next to her son, she could feel a warmth in her loins begin to spread and shot her son a playful smile. Jake looked away nervously, suddenly aware that his staring had been noticed. After Jake and his father had left for the day Linda set about her normal chores, although today it seemed less of a burden. Her mood was definitely better than it had been in the past few weeks and it was nearing noon before she understood why. Shaking her head, she couldn't believe something so simple, so unthinkable, had affected her so profoundly. The mere act of her son peeking at her had lifted her out of a rut and made her feel - Linda stopped and leaned against the wall, the unspoken conclusion had made her legs feel suddenly weak. He made her feel wanted. Jake parked his car in the driveway after a long day at school. Grabbing his bag, he headed to the front door. In the late spring air he smelled the aroma of his mother's famous apple pie. It had been many years since she had bothered to make one, despite the fact that she knew he loved it. Racing through the door, he paused only long enough to inhale the sweet scent of baked heaven. "Wow mom," Jake said happily as he entered the kitchen, "I can't-" His mouth hung open in awe. His mother stood at the counter in a yellow dress, white lace trimming around the bodice where the neckline was cut low and her heavy bosom filled it out. Her legs were covered in white hose, looking all the more elegant in a pair of pumps. Jake's mouth suddenly dried up and he swallowed several times to speak again. "Wow," he whispered at last. "Oh, hi honey," Linda answered sweetly. She brushed her dirty blond hair back over her ear, in the sunlight she looked like a cross between a Norman Rockwell painting and a pin up gal from the forties. Jake was rooted to his spot, his staring at her made the tingling sensation return and she felt the familiar warmth growing between her legs. Linda hadn't been the subject of such a predatory gaze in so long she had forgotten the feeling of being both powerful and vulnerable at the same time. After three ragged breaths, the longest twenty seconds of her life in which she felt her son's eyes devouring her body hungrily, she stepped away from the counter and moved to him. "Welcome home, baby," Linda whispered as she placed a wet kiss on his cheek. With a musical laugh she wiped away the lipstick mark she left on his face. "I made you a treat." Linda grabbed his hand, her fingers entwining with his, and led him to a seat at the table. Linda stepped over to the counter, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. Bending over, the skirt pulled tightly, displaying the contours of her ass clearly. Turning around she smiled as her son looked up quickly, guilt written on his face. She carried the pie to the table and then grabbed a knife to cut it. Jake watched as his mother sliced into the apple pie, the warm stickiness coating the blade in the caramelized sugar. She laid the piece onto a plate, her finger getting covered in the sweet ooze. "Mhmm," she moaned softly, sucking her finger into her mouth, the digit sliding past her reddened lips. Jake felt his heart racing as his mother made such an obviously suggestive gesture in front of him. His mind reeled, trying to understand, but his body was having no such difficulty: his cock was hard and tenting out his shorts. "Oh baby, are you getting hot?" Linda asked sweetly. She took a napkin from the table and dabbed at his forehead that was covered in a sheen of perspiration. The wetness was gone immediately, but she kept at it, enjoying pushing her breasts up under his nose. Jake's eyes were immediately drawn to the milky globes, pressed tightly together and forced upwards. Jake sighed as his mother pulled away and he turned to the apple pie. With a ravenous hunger he wolfed the first piece down. Linda laughed, amazed that her son could eat like such an animal. "Dang slugger, did you even taste it?" She only shook her head as she sliced another piece and put it on the crumb covered plate. Slugger? She never called him slugger. Jake's eyes were once again drawn to the curve of her tits, the way they pushed out the dress. His eyes travelled lower to her waist, followed by the feminine flare of her hips. He hadn't seen his mother in such a dress ever. Her church clothes, the nicest stuff she wore, was never this form fitting. "Want some milk baby?" Jake expected to look up and find his mother offering him her tit. His mouth watered in the spit second it took him to lift his head and find that she was instead standing by the refrigerator. Nodding dumbly, he watched as she pulled out the jug of milk and then poured him a glass. Gulping it down quickly he returned the empty glass for a refill. "Oh my, such a thirsty boy," Linda said with surprise. She set the glass down in front of her son, taking her seat next to him after she put the milk away. "It's nice to see someone eating my pie," she said wistfully, rubbing her hand through his sandy hair. Jake gulped loudly at her words. "It's all for you dear," she said when he looked up into her eyes. His lip quivered as he stared at her longingly. It would be so easy, lean forward just a couple of inches, turn his head slightly to the right and he would be kissing her. His mouth would be crushing hers, his tongue battling past her lips to taste her tongue in a duel of passion. Could he do it? Could he kiss his mother, not as a son, but as her lover? No, this was his mom, and he could never live with the rejection if she said no. He sank back and turned back to the pie she had made for him alone. "You know your father can't eat my pie anymore." Her words were hot against Jake's ear as she leaned close, his cock lurched in his shorts. "On account of his diabetes," she said when he gave her a questioning look. Nodding dumbly he looked away, his face feeling very hot all of a sudden. She snuggled close to him, her breast pressing firmly against his arm. "Wow, baby. I haven't seen you tear into something like that in a long while. Guess I need to make it for you more often, huh?" Linda dipped her finger into the remnants of the filling sticking to the side of the tin, bringing the tasty treat to her lips and then sucking the digit deeply into her mouth. "Yeah mom, that was great. I can't wait to have some more." "All you have to do is ask baby," Linda said with a wink before turning to the sink. Seeing his opportunity, Jake bolted from the room, his erect penis tenting his pants like a divining rod. He was out of the sun drenched kitchen before his mother turned around, though she could hear the pounding of his footsteps on the stairs. Setting the dishes on the counter, she quietly followed, creeping up to the second floor carefully. "Oh god," Jake whispered breathlessly. His shorts were pulled down, hanging off one ankle as he lay on the bed, his legs spread wide. His cock stood up straight in the air as his hand glided steadily over the column of flesh. In his mind his mother was sucking on her finger again, but the finger was magically replaced with his engorged dick. Her tongue swirled around the head, licking up the precum that was flowing freely from the tip. Jake imagined her pulling her tits out of the dress, pressing them together and then inviting him to slide his cock into her cleavage. "Oh, oh god, fuck yeah mom," he moaned, his tongue lolling back and forth as he could taste her tit in his mouth. Linda stood in the hall, Jake's bedroom door left open just a sliver. She saw her son's face, his eyes closed in unholy pleasure as his hand stroked his manly penis, bringing himself joy as he imagined her in the most unmotherly ways. She gazed at his body, his tight stomach and the sinewy muscles that made up his arms, all stretched out on display for her. Her mouth watered as she focused on the head of his cock, it was wide and angry red. A big purple vein ran down the underside, hidden only by his fist sliding back and forth as he fucked his surrogate pussy. Grabbing her aching breasts, tweaking her nipples, Linda felt the wetness in her pussy flow freely as she watched her only child masturbate. That she could inspire such behavior in her own son was the most delicious feeling she had ever known, more so than any sex she had ever had, husband or otherwise. Feeling lightheaded she leaned heavily against the wall, pulled up her skirt and mindlessly drummed her fingers over her panty covered pussy. Jake grunted, his hips bounced off the bed as he tried to pound his fist harder as his imagined mother was riding his cock, calling out for him to fuck her harder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted. In a gush, thick, sticky cum shot into the air while Jake cried "Mom!" Linda's orgasm erupted unannounced, her full bush suddenly sticky with her own honey. Scratching at the walls she tried to keep from collapsing. In her haze she realized Jake had moved out of sight and she scrambled to move to her own room. Without looking back she closed the door and leaned against it heavily, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Jake looked at his door, not quite completely closed. In a flash he suddenly felt dread that he might have been seen. He quickly cleaned up and tried to stuff his still painfully hard penis back into his shorts. "Dinner!" Linda called up the stairs a couple hours later. The pounding of footsteps on the stairs brought a smile to her lips as Jake made his way down. Jerry looked up from a set of reports strewn across the table and gave his son a tight smile. Jake responded with a small nod, turning to look at his mother. Gone was the dress, the makeup and the movie star hair do, she was back in her regular jeans and a loose button up flannel shirt with a tank underneath. With a disappointed sigh he sat down and waited for his mom to bring them plates. Dinner passed quietly and quickly, Jake shooting his mother furtive glances while she gave him sly smiles when her husband wasn't looking. Jerry spoke of rising taxes, the cost of gas, an upcoming business trip, things Jake couldn't bring himself to care about. "Got a date for prom yet?" Jerry asked out of the blue, causing Jake to splutter as he tried to answer. "No," he said, his eyes darting from his mom to his dad in turn. "You haven't been out since you and Nancy broke up," Jerry remarked casually. "Need to get back out there," he urged, gesturing with his fork. "Get back in the saddle." "Yeah," Jake agreed through a mouthful. "I got my eye on a girl," he offered which brought a smile to his father's face. "Oh? Do we know her?" Jerry asked, his face expectant. "Uh, I don't think so," Jake said slowly meeting his mother's gaze. "Well, keep us informed," his father said, shoving a fork full of food into his mouth. Getting up, he grabbed his papers and made his way to the den, soon the television was blaring out business news. "Help me with the dishes?" Linda asked. Jake nodded quickly and gathered up the plates. Linda opened up her over shirt, pulling the tails back so that they didn't fall into the soapy water in the sink. Jake cleared the food into the garbage, stacking the plates next to the wash basin. His mother scrubbed the dishes clean, water splashing as she worked. Jake accepted the plates, rinsed them and then put them into the drainer. "Some day, huh?" Linda asked nervously, her mouth curled in a coy smile. Jake looked at her, his urge to grab her and kiss her building up. The two stared at each other intensely, the moments passing as heartbeats began to pound in their ears. "Can I get a beer?" Jerry shouted from the den. Jake blinked and his mother looked down at the dish in her hand. "I'll grab it," Jake offered. Linda scrubbed the same dish over and over until Jake returned. His body touched hers, the length of his arm pressed along her back. The heat of his body, even through her flannel shirt, was enough to make her light headed again. On the back of her thigh she could feel something pressing against her, in her mind she pictured it was his hardened cock. The image of Jake stroking himself flashed in her mind and she felt as if she might faint. "You okay?" Jake said softly, his eyes darting to the archway for his father. He grabbed her shoulders, trying to keep her standing. "Yes, baby. I'm okay, just a little hot," she assured him with a weak smile. She brought her hand up to dab at her face, but the rubber yellow dish gloves splashed water everywhere, leaving her shirt drenched. Jake looked down and saw his mother's soaked white tank top, the outline of her breasts coming into sharp focus. He watched as her nipples transformed from dull nubs to hardened points. Jake could have sworn that if he watched them long enough they would actually cut through the shirt. "Thank you," she said, her voice a husky whisper. Jake's breath caught in his throat as she leaned over and kissed him, the edge of her mouth covering his and he could have sworn he felt the tip of her tongue. Shocked, he nodded numbly and then returned to rinsing the dishes. Linda had forgotten what it felt like to flirt so dangerously. Her joints ached, stomach in knots as it quivered, she felt nervous energy coursing through her body. Where Jake touched her his skin seemed to burn her, though she ached for the contact everywhere. As the last dish was placed in the drainer, Jake pulled the stopper on the sinks and they watched the water disappear down the pipes. Linda turned to her son, pulled him in for a hug, her wet bosom squishing enticingly into his chest, leaving a damp stain on his shirt. Her mouth came close to his ear, and she wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't form. All Jake felt was her hot breath on his sensitive skin. "Thanks for the help," Linda said, trying to sound like a mother and less like a lovestruck school girl. Jake smiled, hopeful confusion in his eyes. Jake retired to his room, pretending to study while his mind replayed every moment he had spent with his mother. In one day his entire world seemed to have been run over by a steamroller and he was left to pick up the pieces on the road of uncertainty. On one hand it seemed as if his mother was offering him everything he had ever dreamed, albeit he had never imagined it coming from her. The idea of an older woman available to him sexually was the very fabric of an eighteen year old's wet dream.That woman being his mother, well, that was like a wet dream on speed. Linda wandered the house in her terry cloth robe after taking a shower. With Jerry holed up in the den and Jake up in his room, she didn't know what to do with herself. She tried to engage her husband in conversation, but it seemed trite and he didn't respond anyway. Absorbed in his own world, she drifted off and found herself thumbing through her closet. Dresses, pantsuits, slacks, sweaters, she flipped past them all, not one attracting her attention. Leaving the closet she began to rummage through her dresser. Pulling out slips, nighties, bras and panties, she scowled, unhappy with all of them. "Dear," Linda said from the doorway to the den. Jerry turned to her. "Do you mind if I go shopping tomorrow? Buy some new things?" He nodded and returned his attention to the television. Linda scampered up the stairs, as happy and excited as a young woman on the eve of a hay ride with her chosen beau. She nearly skipped down the hall, but as she came to her son's room she couldn't help but pause. The door was shut firmly this time and she leaned her head against it to listen. There was nothing out of the norm she could hear, so she knocked lightly. "Come in," came her son's voice and she pushed the door open. Jake lay undressed in his bed, a light sheet pulled up to the bottom of his stomach, though the shape of his body was easily discernible beneath. "What's up mom?" Linda smiled, as a man he was trying to sound nonchalant, but she could tell the effect she had on him. Her eyes darted to where his legs came together, there was already a twitch. "Just wanted to kiss my man good night," she said, batting her eyelashes. Oh god, she thought, I can't really be doing this. Sitting next to him on his bed, she placed her hand on his chest, his skin searing to the touch. She looked about, as if it was her first time in his room. "You sure have a lot of posters," she remarked. "Uh, yeah," he answered lamely, his heart pounding in his chest. Could she feel it thumping? he wondered. "Oh, I like that band, those guys are cute!" Jake looked to where she pointed and chuckled, it was an old poster of some classic rock band he could barely remember. When he looked back his mother's robe had fallen open, her bare legs were visible up to where they were crossed. In the darkness above he could picture the panties covering her sex, pink and lacy he fantasized. Linda secretly watched where his eyes wandered, trying to make inane conversation as his stare intensified. Spreading her legs slightly, she wondered if he could smell her arousal as her own gaze locked onto his crotch. With widening eyes she watched as his cock filled out and began to lift away from his body. "It must be hard," she whispered. Jake looked up at her, nervous eyes glancing about. "Huh?" he said. "It must be hard, going without a girlfriend for so long." She dragged her fingers back and forth across his chest, her soft touch causing his racing heart to thump loudly in his ears. "You and Nancy were," she paused, her white teeth biting down on her painted red lip, "active, right?" Jake stared at his mother, uncertainty gripping him in her cold hands. "You can tell me," she prodded. Jake only nodded. "It's hard to stop once you've had a taste, huh?" Her hand slid over his stomach, his muscles flexed uncontrollably, the feel of her skin against his was sending his cock into overdrive and he swore if he dared to look down he'd see a wet spot forming on the sheet. Jake nodded, swallowing to bring moisture back to his mouth. "I know, it's hard for me too," she admitted. Jake bit his tongue to keep from groaning out loud, though his eyes were filled with desire. Linda fought back the urge to simply crawl on top of her son and take him, though she drank up the attention like it was the life renewing waters of the Fountain of Youth. She felt giddy and light headed, drunk on the attention she commanded. "Good night, baby," she whispered, leaning in close and kissed him. Jake's hand slid behind her head and he held her in place, his lips pushing tightly against hers. Linda tried to pull back, but he kept her in place as she felt his lips beginning to part. Jake Putting her hand on his shoulder she pushed back firmly until Jake relented. Exhaling deeply, she looked at him incredulously, but her body was betraying her. Her nipples were rock hard, a flush creeping up into her face. Jake could see how his mother was affected, and a devious smile spread across his face. "Sleep tight, mom," Jake said, pulling his arms behind his head. Linda stared at him openly for a moment before getting up from the bed. She opened his door, took a last, long look at him, then stepped into the hall, the door clicking closed behind her. Leaning heavily against the wall, she plucked at the robe, fanning her overheated skin beneath. Hearing the television from the den she hurried into her room. Jake slept fitfully, his dreams haunted by his mother and everything that had taken place, plus more that he wished had happened. In a hundred ways his mother came to him, each ending with them making love, or outright fucking. He woke several times, his aching hard on crying out for attention. He refused though, his instincts told him that he shouldn't waste his load. Thursday In the morning Jake made his way to the kitchen table. He was well below his usual energy level and he was not alone. Linda poured a bowl of cereal for her son, her hair wild and unbrushed gave her an unkempt look that Jake still found sexy, in an odd way. "Dad keep you up all night?" he said jokingly. "As if," his father's voice suddenly boomed from behind. Jake froze in fear. "She tossed and turned all night, damn well nearly kicked me to death." Jake's apprehension lessened and he smiled knowingly at his mother, who shot him a challenging look, which only made him chuckle. "Well, I'm off," Jerry announced. "I will be back next Tuesday." Jake suddenly noticed the luggage next to the couch in the living room. His father was off on a business trip, five whole nights he'd be gone. "Give me a kiss, baby," Jerry said and pulled his wife close as they stood in front of Jake. Linda offered her cheek, looking at Jake over her husbands shoulder as he pulled her close, hugging her tightly. Jake could hear the smack of lips and then Jerry let go, heading toward the door quickly. "See you champ, you're the man of the house while I'm gone." It was his father's usual goodbye, but this time it felt completely different. "Mom?" Jake said after his father was gone, his voice filled with false worry. "I'm not feeling so hot, maybe I should stay home from school." Linda nearly laughed out loud, composing herself before she turned to face her son. "Need to stay home and get some mothering?" she asked with a sultry tone. Jake nodded, almost pathetically. She placed the back of her hand against his forehead, feeling his temperature for a moment. "Nope," she announced cheerily. "You feel fine to me. Get your ass to school young man." Jake gaped, surprised at his mother's reaction. Finishing his cereal he dumped the bowl in the sink before heading upstairs to finish getting ready. "See you tonight, slugger," Linda said to him as he bounded down the stairs towards the front door. Jake stopped dead in his tracks as he saw his mother leaning against the wall in the kitchen entry. Her robe, pulled open just an inch, revealed the swell of her breasts. "I'll be thinking of you." "Me too," he croaked. School dragged for Jake, his mind was captivated by images of his mother and what he imagined she might be doing at the moment. More than once he found himself completely lost in class when he was finally brought back to reality. Three teachers commented on his day dreaming, admonishing him to pay closer attention. Linda did her chores as best she could, anticipation had her running in circles. In her mind she knew what was coming, she had pictured it over and over since- yesterday? Could it really be only one day? It seemed like an age had passed, she had been so caught up in everything that had taken place. Minutes seemed to stretch out into hours, seconds where glances were exchanged felt like eternities. Perhaps it was because she had been there for Jake's whole life that it didn't seem so fast. One day their relationship was very mundane, and then the next... It wasn't a huge change, not in Linda's mind at least. It was more like a pivot, a shift in their roles. They needed each other, for different reasons, obviously, but each filled an unmet part of the others life. Any doubts Linda may have had were scattered as she considered her plan again and again, tiny revisions being made as she worked it over in her mind. Finishing the last of her shopping errands she raced home, barely an hour to go before Jake would be out of school, if he didn't just skip out on his last classes altogether. The house was empty, as she expected, and as she dropped grocery bags in the kitchen she began to consider different locations. "Later, later," she said, trying to calm herself. Heading to her room she put the remaining bags on her bed and then stripped off her clothes. Jake couldn't believe the final bell had rung. All day long he had waited for this moment, his body exhausted from the anticipation of what might await him when he went home. Now, free to leave, he was stunned and suddenly slow to move. By the time he made it to his truck in the parking lot there were only a few cars around. He wasn't a virgin, he'd lost that to Nancy on the night of his eighteenth birthday a few months ago. Jake knew that if his guesses about his mother were right, that he was in for a wild ride that would make his time with Nancy pale in comparison. After yesterday, Jake though confidently, it was only a small matter of pushing his mother's buttons to make her cross that last line. The house was empty when he got home, though there was a note on the refrigerator: Jake "Oh, you've made me so happy," she breathed. Jake gripped her arm, pulling her down gently on top of him, her chest laying atop his, her breasts crushed between their pounding hearts. Their faces were scant inches apart, their breath escaping one only to enter the other. His fingers pushed back her hair and then he held her head firmly as he lifted his face to hers. Linda knew she shouldn't go to her son's room, that she couldn't be sure that she could control what would happen. Deep down she knew that she didn't want to stop what was sure to take place. She had started on this road unknowingly, but she had been given chances to escape and yet she hadn't. Perhaps later she would find excuses, but right now, she didn't need any. His lips pressed against hers for the third time that night. Jake's lips were tender and caring, yet there was the ever present hunger. Within seconds Linda yielded to him, her lips parted and no sooner had she done so, her son's tongue came into her mouth. His passion, his delight at kissing his mother so intimately surged through his body and he held her tighter, crushing her body to his. Linda's breath was forced from her as his tongue lashing grew frenzied. "Whoa tiger," Linda breathed, pushing against him for a moment. "Give me a chance to catch my breath, you're gonna make me pass out." Jake's devilish smile said he intended to try, even if it wasn't from just kissing her. She looked down up his handsome face, his bright blue eyes and strong jaw. Linda looked at him not only with a mother's eyes, but with a lover's. Jake tried to move her on the bed, but she refused, fighting him off playfully as she shifted from a laying to a sitting position. She took his arm, tickling him a little as she traced her finger over the back of his hand and then kissing it softly. Jake watched in bewilderment and awe as she guided his hand to her breast, still covered by the silk robe. Jake's fingers closed gently around the tear drop shape of his mother's tit. The hefty weight of her bosom felt more wonderful than he had imagined. His thumb raced to find her nipple, stroking it back and forth, urging it to stand up at his touch. Linda sighed contentedly as her boy played with her body, bringing him as much pleasure as he brought her. "Ooh, I like that Jake, touch me," she whispered. Jake reached over with his other hand and began to fondle her right breast as well, pushing them together this way and that. Linda hadn't been mauled by a horny teenager in a very long time, she'd forgotten how much boys like to play with a set of titties. "Mom?" Jake croaked, his voice filled with need. Linda looked down at his body, the tenting in the sheets evidence of his aching desire. "Shh, shh, I'll take care of you," she cooed softly. Jake continued to palm his mother's amazing tits, slipping his hand under the silk robe so that he could feel the dewy skin beneath. As he convinced himself that this was the best thing ever he felt his mothers hand upon his thigh. Linda had pulled the sheet back and she was stroking the inside of his leg, just below where his aching cock was threatening to tear a hole in his boxers. "Is this because of me, baby?" Linda asked teasingly. "Is this because you're hot for me?" Jake nodded quickly at her words, his body arching, trying to twist so that he could make her hand touch him where he so desperately needed it. Grabbing the waist band, Linda pulled on his underwear. Jake lifted his hips quickly so that she could pull his boxers all the way down. He felt his cock spring free, slapping loudly against his stomach, eliciting an appreciative 'Ooh' from his mother. His fingers dug into her flesh as her warm hand took a firm hold of his manhood. Squeezing gently, Linda made small strokes, testing the firmness, luxuriating in the feel of it in her hand. "Such a nice cock," she said dreamily. "I'm gonna like this a lot." Jake's eyes rolled back in his head, his groping of his mother's breasts forgotten for the moment. Linda felt her insides beginning to melt as she worked her son's penis back and forth in long, slow strokes. Her mouth ached to take him between her lips, but that was for later, this first time was going to be simple. "Baby, I've made you very excited over the last two days, and that has made me so incredibly happy, you will never believe it. Now, I'm going to do for you what you've been doing to me all night." Her grip tightened and Jake cringed at the exquisite torture, gasping as she her strokes took on more force. Linda watched her son's face, enthralled with the looks of pleasure and ecstasy as she worked his cock. In her younger days she loved to jerk her boyfriends off, the power of manipulating their desire was such a rush for her. With her free hand Linda scratched his balls lightly, Jake moaning loudly at the extra sensations. "Just let it come, let it come baby," she spoke softly. Her words droned pleasantly in his ears as her hand brought him closer to the edge. Linda's hand moved faster, she could feel his impending explosion. The thought that just yesterday she had seen him doing this exact thing and now here she was jerking his cock for him, willing him to shoot his seed all over for her, was sending her pussy into spasming fits. "Oh-" Jake growled as he felt the flow of seed erupting from his cock. "Oh baby!" Linda cheered happily, her hand a blur on his cock, his cum flying everywhere haphazardly as she stroked him through his climax at full speed. At last the flow ended and she let go of his still hardened penis. "Oh baby, that was amazing," she said in wonder. "Did you like that baby?" Jake could only nod, his breath coming in gasps. His mother leaned over and kissed him deeply, her tongue spearing into his mouth this time. He held on to her, his need to be connected to her overpowering. For nearly twenty minutes they necked, until at last Linda pushed away. "Bed time, slugger. You still have to get up early," she said in a motherly tone. Jake's look of confusion and bewilderment brought a stern look to her face. "I'm still your mother and you still have to go to school tomorrow." "But-" Jake began, starting to get out of bed. "No buts," Linda said seriously. "Tomorrow is Friday," she said when he shot her a pained look. Resigning himself to her will Jake lay back down, fairly certain that he wouldn't get any sleep at all. With one last kiss to his forehead, Linda left his room. Jake lay in bed more relaxed than he could ever remember being. He was snoring lightly before his mother even had time to start furiously rubbing her pussy in her own bed. Friday Jake's eyes flew open. He looked about his room trying to determine if he'd just had the best dream ever, or did his mother really jerk him off in his own bed after a dinner date? Pulling back the sheet he quickly found the dried cum all over his chest. It was true! Dashing to the bathroom, he jumped into the shower. By the time he emerged from the bathroom, clean and presentable, he could smell breakfast cooking down below. Without bothering to put his shirt on he raced downstairs to find his mother. Linda was standing at the stove, her silk robe wrapped around her body as she flipped the bacon. With a start she sucked in a lungful of air as her still damp son crept up behind her and pulled her into a hug. Jake's already hardened penis poking her ass cheeks, rubbing back and forth looking for an entrance to invade, as he nuzzled her neck. "Good morning," she said playfully, "I see someone is already up." Jake laughed at her joke and pushed his cock into her body harder. Linda backed away from the stove and then turned to face her son, now his pulsing manhood was pressed against her stomach. Her hands slid up his still moist chest until her arms were wrapped around his neck. Jake leaned in and kissed his mother softly, then opening his mouth, he kissed her more deeply. "It's a pity you have to go to school today," Linda sighed. "I could stay home," he offered hopefully. "No, no, no, what kind of mother would I be if I let you skip school? I couldn't be that kind of mother." Linda beat back the part of her mind that questioned what kind of mother french kisses her son good morning after she put him to bed with a hand job. "Here sit down," she said as she led him to a seat. "Let me get you something to eat." She let go of her son and then spun away from his grasping fingers, laughing as he tried to keep a hold of her. Piling bacon, eggs and hash browns onto a plate she set it in front of him. She grabbed the jug of milk from the refrigerator, pouring him a glass she set it next to his plate. She watched him eat. There was something about watching a man wolf down the food she prepared, it was a primal pleasure. When he finished the last bite and gulped down the last of the milk, he pushed away from the table. Her eyes wandered down his almost hairless chest, admiring the developing muscles that gave him a burgeoning physique. She couldn't help but let her eyes slide lower and a smile crept across her face as his hard on was plainly visible. "Oh my," she said, pointing at his erection innocently. Jake looked down and then back up at his mother, an embarrassed grin upon his face. "Now," she said in husky tone, "what kind of mother would I be if I let my son go to school like that?" Her words made his cock jump. Jake scooted his chair away from the table, making room for whatever his mother might have planned. His heart thumped heavily in his chest as she slipped from her chair and knelt before him on the kitchen floor. Her painted fingernails peeled the waistband of his boxers away from his body and there stood his cock, tall and proud. "Ooh," Linda whispered as her face moved closer and closer to her son's beautiful member. She looked up into his eyes, his blue, lust filled eyes boring into her. She took hold of his cock at the base and pulled it away from his body and then she licked the underside of the head. "Holy shit," Jake said. "Oh god, yes." Linda smiled brightly before she swirled her tongue over the head of his penis and then took it between her lips, the wetness of her mouth engulfing him. She sucked hard, her tongue swiping against the sensitive underside of his cock. Jake's hands found her head, his fingers automatically grabbing the sides, too lightly to be guiding her, just holding on for now. After learning how to give hand jobs as a young woman, blow jobs weren't far behind for Linda. She had learned a lot and she was proud to show her son just how much she knew. Taking her son in slow strokes, she worked his cock deeper into her mouth each time. As she bottomed out, she let her saliva coat his stalk, stroking it vigorously as she pulled her mouth off. Going back down she sucked up the excess wetness noisily, slurping it up as she went. The suction felt like a tight pussy, threatening to never let him escape. Jake was enthralled with the incredible blow job his mother was giving him. He couldn't imagine his sweet, demure, home maker mother could be such a wanton hussy when she wanted to be. Now that she had chosen to share this with him, he was determined to never let it stop. Much too soon, in Jake's mind, he felt the inevitable, his cum was boiling and it was gonna spill over soon. He shifted his hips, even tried to pull his mother's face off of his cock, but she didn't understand. With a whine he tried to pull her off by her hair, but she refused to stop. The trembling began and it was beyond his control. He felt his mother take him deep once more, but this time she didn't come up right away. His cock was bumping into the back of her throat repeatedly as she worked his flesh. Hissing loudly, Jake panted as the seed rocketed out of his cock, spilling directly into his mother's throat. Three pulsing jets of jism went down before she pulled him out, gasping for breath. Another dollop of cum oozed from his tip, painting her lip where his cock rested. Jake looked down at his lap, his mother lay upon his leg, her eyes closed in a picture of serene contentment as she took in deep breaths. "Wow," he said at last. "That was incredible mom." "You inspired me," she said, wiping her mouth clean as she rose to her feet. Jake watched as his mother set about cleaning up the kitchen. She seemed as sexy as a new bride on her honeymoon, still inspired to dress sexy for her man. With a broad smile, he was glad to be the object of his mother's affection. "Better get ready for school," she said, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. With a groan Jake got up and went to get dressed. "Love you," Jake said to his mother when he was ready to leave the house. Linda turned and warmed him with a sweet smile, waving good bye. Linda sat down at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in her hand. She was worried. Worried because she didn't feel bad about what she had done, what she planned to do, and what she hoped would happen. Taking a sip, she wondered if she were truly alone, had other mother's done the same? Had their lives been upended by committing incest? Incest. She hadn't been able to bring herself to even think it, until now. Last night she had pretended that Jake was just another boyfriend, like the many she'd had in high school and college. She wasn't doing it as his mother, but as his date, she convinced herself. Today, this morning, she had sucked her son's cock, swallowed his seed greedily, and when Jake had expressed his pleasure, calling her 'mom', she had felt an added wicked thrill. Tuesday loomed in the back of her mind, but today was Friday, and that meant four whole days before she had to cross that bridge. She felt she should be more concerned with Tuesday, but all she could see were the days in between. Somehow Tuesday would have to take care of itself. Jake's day at school was much better than the day before. He still had the day dreams that made him zone out, oblivious to all that was going on around him, but at least he didn't feel like a love sick puppy dog, confused and worried. He was even able to concentrate a bit, making his teachers much happier. "Hey Jake, want to hang out tonight? Maybe go to The Treehouse?" Jake turned from his locker, it was his friend Derek, the quintessential stoner surfer: curly blond hair, dirty shirt, mostly buttoned up, untucked from his frayed board shorts. "Sorry man, gotta hang out at home. The old man is gone, gotta help mom around the house." Jake tried to make it sound like a chore, but Derek's piercing gaze made him wonder how badly he had failed. "Right," Derek said slowly. "Okay man, I'll catch you later." Jake watched as his friend backed away, Derek studying him carefully before he was swallowed up in the mass of bodies in the hall. Jake pulled out his cell and dialed. "Hey baby, everything okay?" Linda said, answering her phone. "Yeah," Jake said quickly, "I'm just between classes and I thought I'd see how you were doing." "Oh isn't that sweet," Linda beamed, clicking her mouse as she navigated to another website. "I'm doing great darling, just looking up some stuff on the internet right now. Your day going okay?" "Yeah, just thinking of you is all." "Think about your Physics test. I'd hate to see you get a bad grade and then get grounded from a new toy." Jake's mouth hung open. "Are you threatening to-" he caught himself, he was talking very loudly and a couple of students were looking at him curiously. "You threatening to stop, if I don't do well on my test?" he said in a harsh whisper. Linda laughed, "Baby, I'm your mother first, and it's my job to make sure you get a good education. I will use every tool at my disposal to meet that responsibility." She heard Jake sputtering and she couldn't help but laugh again. "Relax, I'm sure you will do just fine." The bell rang somewhere down the hall. "Better get to class, you don't want to get detention! Love you!" Jake closed his phone, shaking his head at his mother's words. How naive, he chided himself, to think that he was somehow in control of what was going on between him and his mother. Everything that had happened, had transpired because she wanted it to. Jake had only been along for the ride. With a sneaky smile,he admitted to himself it had been one hell of a ride, so far. Post after post scrolled up the screen, Linda was lost in a sea of useless information. After hours of searching the internet for references on incest, almost all of it porn, she had finally come across a message board. There weren't many users, as the site administrators didn't allow the posting of pictures, which cut down on traffic. What she was able to find was conversations about people who wanted to do something with their mother, or their sons, and only a handful who had actually done it. She read the accounts of excitement as a mother worked up the courage to expose herself to her son, finally culminating in their making love while his father slept in another room. The responses ranged from outright disbelief to those encouraging her to continue, urging her to take riskier chances for their enjoyment. Linda didn't know how this could help her, she wasn't interested in telling her story so that others could be titillated. At last she came across a post that had only a couple of responses, the original author only posting twice. She read carefully: Jake "Hurry up," Chloe urged under her breath. She willed the dark mouth of the lazily spinning baggage carousel to begin spewing her flight's luggage. C'mon! Half an hour had already passed since she disembarked flight 243, non-stop service from Denver to Charleston. Plenty of time! Patience was not her strong suit to begin with, but today the wait was unbearable. Today was Valentine's Day—and today, of all days, she needed Jake. Her Jake! Since he came into her life last Christmas, not even two full months ago, she'd come to rely on him. He was amazingly dependable in addition to being the best lover she'd ever known—and she'd known quite a few. Chloe felt the flush creep up her neck and onto her cheeks. She couldn't get home fast enough. Jake would be missing her, too! He'd been home alone for two whole days. Leaving a lover home alone was not typically a major concern, but Chloe was worried about him. He hadn't been well when they parted. In fact, she'd seriously considered bringing him along in order to keep an eye on him. At the last minute, however, she decided she was obsessing. He'd be just fine. He merely needed a good rest. Their sex in the week leading up to her trip had been rigorous, to say the least. She'd admittedly been stocking up on him—knowing that they'd be apart for two whole days. That was about thirty-six hours longer than they'd been apart since their very fortuitous meeting. Chloe smiled as she recalled the night prior to her departure. They were at it for hours! Just when she didn't think she could come any more, Jake would again bring her off. Four times. Five! It was simply unprecedented. At times, Chloe felt she was the luckiest woman on the planet. He was one of those total givers—wanting absolutely nothing for himself in return. She sucked him from time to time, after he'd been inside her, and he didn't object—but he really didn't need it. Chloe enjoyed the taste, though, and anything Chloe enjoyed was just fine with Jake. He never complained, even when she screamed another's name in ecstasy. However, she'd grown concerned that night when he suddenly stopped moving. She shook him—very gently—and he murmured a bit but did not fully rouse. They'd had one hell of a good time, and he was probably just worn out. Since he was resting comfortably between her legs, Chloe saw no reason to move him. She simply blew out the candle on the night stand and drifted off to sleep herself. In the morning, she again tried to wake him. He purred softly and went right back to sleep, seemingly content. Chloe shrugged and moved him as gently as she could, leaving him resting comfortably in bed—right on the wet spot, which was where he commonly slept. She packed quietly, ate a light breakfast, checked her e-mail, and kissing him softly on the head, left for the airport. With every step, the ache in her thighs reminded her of Jake's wonderful attentions. "Sleep well, dearest. I'll be back before you know it!" She spoke aloud, although Jake was unable to hear her. Sexual exhaustion, pure and simple—at least Chloe prayed that's all it was. The first bags finally came tumbling from the carousel's maw. As the other passengers collected theirs, she cursed herself for checking the little suitcase when she could've carried it on. Where was it? Damn! That's all she needed: lost luggage! One by one, the bags were claimed until she was the only person left waiting. The click of the carousel's overlapping scales became monstrously loud. Chloe's heart was threatening to pound its way out of her body. Thoughts of Jake—alone, waiting patiently—danced through her mind. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! A lone bead of sweat trickled down the back of her neck and was quickly absorbed by the collar of her coat. The anticipation was more than she could handle. Jake would take her—immediately. No words. No tenderness. Just raw need carrying them away to dizzying heights. She knew it, and it was dampening the crotch of her panties. Wrapped up in her reverie, she nearly missed her suitcase as it made its first loop. Finally! Chloe grabbed the bag and sprinted—literally—toward long term parking, nearly knocking an old man down. "Excuse me!" she called over her shoulder, not even pausing. I'm coming, Jake! The parking attendant took forever—well, perhaps all of thirty seconds—to calculate her fee, and twice forever in an attempt to figure her change. "Oh, just keep it!" she shouted as she peeled out, leaving the startled young man with a huge tip. Chloe zipped onto the freeway, completely ignoring the speed limit. Soon, lover! I'll be there soon! Breathe! she told herself. Slow down and breathe! She didn't want a speeding ticket delaying their reunion, after all. Limiting herself to nine miles over the speed limit, she covered the distance in a little under fifteen minutes. The gas gauge was on "E" as she pulled into her driveway. Leaving everything but her keys in the car, she dashed into the house. "Jake? Darling?" Chloe found him in bed, right where she'd left him. It didn't appear as if he'd moved. "Wake up, lover! I have something for you!" She dug into her coat pocket and unwrapped the small package, holding it out to Jake. "Take two of these, and then we'll get blissfully reacquainted." Jake didn't move. "Playing hard to get, are you?" Chloe teased. "Fine. I'll do it myself." With trembling hands and sweaty palms, Chloe removed the dead batteries and inserted the two AA replacements into Jake's compartment. "Honey," she grinned. "I'm home!" Jake Resting a hand on your thigh, my chest centered on your arm, leaning whispering in your ear my proposition. For a moment you sit there in silence, then with a wry smile you respond, "Really?!" After a nod in kind you say quickly and quietly, "Yes, I'll do it. So how does work, do I meet you upstairs or follow you there?" "Take this key, Room 211; We'll be waiting, come up in twenty minutes." Placing some bills on the bar, "For the drinks; enjoy another on me." "Maybe when I come upstairs!" Chuckling softly, I turn and stroll off; purposefully, sultry. Feeling your eyes undress me, as I'm sure you've noticed the length of my slim legs, my four inch stilettos clicking against the marble tiles of the hotel's lobby floor, as I leave the bar. Leaving you hungry to see what lays beneath my curve hugging little black dress. Moving to the elevator directly in front of the bar, I push the call button and turn around, seeing you wiping your lips still holding the same scotch. I blow you a kiss and step inside. "He said he would do it!" "Really my sexy fox, tell me what did you tell him?" "I asked him if he cared to see me naked, that I had a room upstairs. At which point he grabs my ass all too eagerly. I rested my hand on his and squeezed it harder. I could tell he was excited, he was almost hard when I leaned into him, letting him smell my breasts as I rubbed my hand on his thigh. I knew then I had him, I told him he was only allowed to watch, that it was my fantasy to have a man watch on as you fuck me." "And he agreed?" "He'll be up in ten minutes!" "Well just who could resist my sexy little minx! Get over here let me have a taste before our friend gets here." Grabbing my hand and pulling me to you, so quickly we topple onto the bed. Kissing me long and lustful, until we hear a knock on the door and a creak as it opens. "Hello?!" "Hi," I say jumping up quickly and taking your hand leading you into the large hotel room. "This is Ryan, my boyfriend. And this my Love, is Jake!" "Nice to meet you Ryan. So you're really ok with this?" "Of course I am look at my beautiful woman, isn't she the sexiest woman you've ever seen? Take that dress off, Love let him see how sultry you are." In compliance I slip the sleeves of my dress down, slowly inching it passed my thighs and firm ass, letting it fall to my feet before stepping out of it. With hands on my hips I spin slowly once around showing my matching black lace panty set, a slim fitting garter resting on my hips, connected to my pinstriped sheer black thigh highs. "Stunning, absolutely stunning. You sir are one lucky man, if I had a woman like that I would want me to watch me ram," clearing your throat," I'm sorry I forgot the rules for a second." "No please, tell me what you were going to say about my woman. I want to know." "Well I was going to say, I would want people to watch me ram my huge cock over and over into her sweet ass." Leading you over to the green overly rectangular chair, sitting you down. "Can I get you a drink? I ask. "No thank you, I'm fine." You respond. "My, Love? One for you perhaps?" "No, I want you to dance for us, show him what a sexy little slut you are." After positioning both green chairs facing each other, I begin to dance. Slowly, feeling every inch of my skin begging for another stroke of my fingertips. Spinning my hips in painfully slow circles as one hand wanders to my breast and the other inside my panties. Dancing against my fingers as I make my way to my wetness. Closing my eyes swaying and rocking as I finger my little clit, teasing it, getting my fingers soaked. Moaning softly, as I stop moving; drawing two sopping fingers out of my panties and slipping them into my lips, bending down in front of you sucking them, taking my time licking them one by one; until they are cleaned of my juices. "Do you like my ass my Love?" Giving it a hard smack, hard enough to make me squeal in delight. "I'd like it better if it was wrapped around my cock. What about you Jake do you like my woman's ass, does her dancing get your dick hard?" Blushing you say, trying to hide your swelling cock, "Fuck, she has the sweetest ass I have ever seen, I'd take her in my lap now." "Do you want to sit in his lap my sexy little slut?" "Yes I do, but I don't trust him; I do not trust him to not take me right here and now if he got one scent of my pussy." "You're right as always, my dear. We'll have to fix that won't we," saying pulling a pair of cuffs out of your pocket, handing them to me. "Bind his hands, Slut. You are mine and I don't want him touching you." Putting your hands behind you and binding them together, I whisper in your ear; "Don't worry they're velcro, best not to free yourself though." "That will do, now I want to see you dance in his lap. Let him see you as I will soon, close; I want him to feel what he can't have. Take his pants off slut, and don't stop dancing on him until his cock is hard." "Yes my Love." Moving to your lap I kneel before you, unzipping your pants and pulling them down to your ankles. Smiling at you as I notice your massive cock. Watching it twitch in my direction as I stand up and start to dance to the music again. Settling in on your lap, twisting my hips in circles. Grinding my ass against your rock hard cock, leaning forward to remove my Love's pants. Bending down to remove his pants and yank the chair closer to me. Spreading my thighs and leaning foward, taking my lovers cock to my mouth and sucking him deeply inside, stroking my soaked lacy panties up and down your cock. Sucking him slowly inside my lips, spinning my hips as slowly as I thrust my mouth down on his cock. Removing my lips I bend further down, pointing my pussy straight at your face and rocking my body against the head of your cock, while taking my lover's balls to my lips. Listening to you moan as I stroke your dick with my wet panties. "Do you like seeing my woman's pussy dripping on your cock Jake, while watching her suck my dick and not yours?" "I don't know how you do it Ryan, how could you let anyone see this beautiful body and not worry they will try and steal her away? Her scent alone..." "That's enough slut, our friend has seen enough and I need to fuck you now!! Here cover his eyes I don't want him looking at you for another second. You are mine, I think he is starting to forget that fact. Let's remind him shall we." I stand up quickly, " Yes, my love he needs to remember. Make him." Placing the blindfold over your eyes stroking your cheek softly reassuring you all will be fine. "I want to take you right here, under his nose and next to his ear so he can hear how you scream only for me." Grabbing my panties and ripping them off, pushing me down over Jake's lap, resting my body over the arm cushions, so my waist presses down on his still hard cock. Rubbing two fingers in my wetness spreading holding them up to Jake's nose. "Do you smell that Jake? That's her pussy, that's the juices she spilt for me, just thinking about my cock." "Her scent is remarkable." "Do you want me to fuck you, my pretty little slut? Tell Jake how much you want my cock fucking that cunt of yours. "Yes, I want you now. Oh Fuck, Jake tell him to fuck, me I need his cock inside me." I squeal out as you rub my already swollen clit faster. Slipping two fingers in and out of me. "Fuck me please, My Love, yours is the only cock my pussy needs!" I moan out, tightening my pussy around your fingers. "That's a good slut, take my cock. I want to fuck you so hard Jake cums on your tits just from hearing you scream for me." Pounding my tight wet slut pussy, eagerly, violently. Grabbing my shoulders bracing yourself as you start sliding faster and quicker into me. Picking me up slightly by the hips and pulling me backwards so my tits rest next to Jake's cock. Thrusting harder into me, causing my tits to slap his cock hard and fast. "Oh Fuck, oh Fuck...Fuck!!!" I exclaim repeatedly, as my thighs shake hard against the chair, grabbing Jake's cock and stroking it fast, panting; holding back my orgasm, letting it build. Taking out my desire to cum on Jake's cock. "Oh my Love, yes that's a good slut; stroke him while you cum for me, squeeze his cock tight like your pussy milks my cock." Squeezing your cock tighter and tighter, using your precum to lube it up, I stroke you tightly, rubbing your hot flesh against yourself. Stroking you as I turn my hand about. Running my fingers from base to head. Squeezing your balls softly, holding onto you as my body spasms and shakes against my lovers cock. Feeling your hot liquid spurting out onto my hand just then. "Oh Fuck!! Oh fuck, my love; I am going to cum, oh fuck yes, yes, yes!!" I exclaim spraying your thighs with my cum, as you thrust hard into my quivering sore pussy, spilling yourself deep inside me. "Yes, that's perfect. Hold him until you stop shaking from my cock." After cleaning myself up and getting dressed, I walk over to you still bound and blindfolded, your limp cock resting between your thighs. I bend down and whisper in your ear. "You were positively perfect, feel to stay the room is yours now. Thank you, Jake!" "Let's go Love," You say taking my hand pulling me towards the door. Giggling as we make a dash for the stairwell running down the steps two by two.Running out the lobby doors. "Oh my Love you put on your best performance yet!" Grabbing me by my waist picking me up and twirling me around as you kiss me. Long hard, and passionate. "It wasn't a performance, my Love. It never is!" Xoxo Dham Jake She had just turned on the shower and was standing under the stream when she saw him coming out her back door, standing on the porch looking at her. The shower had been built by her dad years ago, out in the yard, so he could wash down after a hard day in the field. She loved the faded gray redwood sides, but right now wished the end of it wasn't open to the house. Jake was taking in her nakedness as he undressed. She thought about running, but where to go? His tanned, muscled torso was impressive. So was the great thing swinging between his legs as he peeled down his jeans that didn't have briefs under them. He didn't take his dark eyes off her body, which did not yet have its summer tan. She broke out in goosebumps, even though the water was hot. He stepped off the porch and strode toward her. She gave him her best stare, but knew it was hopeless. The last time he was here, kissing her goodbye with his sister looking on, she had a hot flush as he pushed himself against her. The message was unmistakable. I want you and I will have you. He was under the water with her, his maleness between her legs, his chest hair torturing her nipples. The bar of soap in his hand roamed up and down, sending tingles everywhere. His mouth was on her neck, working its way around to her lips, where his tongue collided with hers. She clung to him, wondering how he had subdued her so easily. She was supposed to hate him, their families had been adversaries for years. She was raised to believe the Reilly clan was evil incarnate. Violent, troublemaking Irish bums. Over his shoulder, she saw his sister Colleen holding fresh towels and smiling at them. Since the accident that killed their parents, he seldom went anywhere without her. A tremor went through her as she realized Jake was going to take her in front of Colleen. He turned off the water and walked her in his arms to the porch deck. Colleen extended a towel. "You are looking very nice today, Rebecca. Ranch life agrees with you." She handed Jake a towel and said, turning to go inside, "I'll fix some drinks." She had on a flowered print dress that flattered her slender figure. From the shapely way it wrapped around her behind, Rebecca guessed she was naked under the dress and wondered if Colleen's underwear drawer was empty. Jake had her towel in his hands, rubbing her briskly. "You know why I've come." It was a statement, not a question. She faced him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He was pressing insistently into her front. She kissed him lightly and drew back. "I'm flattered you desire me so much. My body wants you, but my mind thinks you are a treacherous rogue that will bring me nothing but trouble." "Colleen says you are the right match for me. I trust her judgment." "You are here for more than a moment's play?" He picked her up and entered the house. "Where do you prefer your loving to take place?" Colleen was standing to one side with wine glasses in her hand. The dress had disappeared and there was nothing underneath, as she had guessed. "It's warm and sunny on the upstairs deck." She felt secure in his arms as they followed Colleen up the stairs. Was his sister's nakedness a sign that she was part of the loving Jake was going to bestow on her? The three of them relaxed on the swinging lounger in bright sunshine. The parents used to sun here years ago and welcomed her to join them. They enjoyed the warm days of summer when clothes weren't necessary. Her mother sometimes would say, "Rebecca, the grownups are going to have some birds and bees time, would you excuse us?" Her curiosity was at fever pitch, but she obediently went downstairs and usually spent the time her parents needed alone in currying her horse and tending to the stalls. Jake was silent, as were she and Colleen. They sipped the wine and absorbed the warm sun. "My parents used to sun here this time of year. Once in a while, my mother would ask me to leave so she and my dad could have some birds and bees time. Are we going to have some birds and bees time, Jake? Is Colleen going to stay?" Jake pulled her across his lap, his hand on her breast, feeling its round firmness. "Do you just talk about sex, or do you do it?" His hand found its way between her legs as Colleen leaned down and kissed her, tenderly at first, and then more boldly, finding entrance with her tongue and pressing lips down with force. Rebecca jerked and gushed on Jake's fingers. With two people working on her, she was sure she would come soon. Before that happened, he had her in the air, rolling and twisting like a gymnast. "Jake! Put me down." She glimpsed Colleen putting something on Jake's big tool. "I was hoping you would say that," he said, as Colleen spread her lips and Jake's hard cock slipped easily inside, riding on lotion. "Oh, you were supposed to ask before you did that. But don't stop. That stuff on you feels wonderful inside me." His thrusts were long and deep. Colleen was behind her, worrying her tits and biting her neck. "He told you once already about less talk and more action. Do you like him in there? It drives me wild when I get grabbed and just taken in any odd place. He doesn't let me have underwear. After you come, I get him next." Rebecca was shaking from the twin assaults on her body and on her mind. Jake's sister was getting her sex from him and loving it. She was taking sex from Rebecca just this minute, fingers rubbing the hard bump of her clit. Oh god, she couldn't hold back anymore. She screamed and shook in a monumental orgasm like nothing she'd had before. "Oh, Jake." Her voice fell to a murmur. "I won't ever fight you if you fuck me like that." Colleen was licking her like a cat. Jake was still hard and throbbing inside the tight, spasming cunt. She was delirious with sex frenzy. He pulled Colleen on top of her so she could be speared while continuing the adventures of her tongue on Becca's sensitive flesh. Colleen grunted and said, "He takes me whenever he likes, wherever he likes. Once I asked him if I could decide when we have sex, and he said no, never. Am I a kept woman, or what?" Her eyes bored into Rebecca, dark with lust. "I feel so cheap sometimes. He comes in and stands me up against the wall, his big cock poking at me. He says, with that gleam in his eye, 'Have ye been a good girl today, Sis?' Before I can answer, he is sliding into me and pushing us both against the wall so tight I almost faint. Then he kisses me tenderly and I just die from loving him so much. Becca, I can't deal with him. Maybe you can help." Help, she thought. How could she help with a man who reduces two adult women to quivering, gasping puddles of nothing. They clenched fiercely. "Colleen, we have to take him on together." They made him a nice dinner, sitting naked across the table and smiling at his dark glances. He had his jeans back on and wolfed his food. The big muscled shoulders showed the farm work he did. "Becca," she said, "we need to talk about the farm. Since your dad died, everyone in town worries about you trying to run the place by yourself." She guessed this was what the visit was all about. It wasn't just for sex. "I suppose the Reilly clan wants my land?" He gazed at her and nonchalantly said, "We have a better offer. Colleen and me, just the two of us." He let that hang out there as they cleaned up the kitchen and wandered out to the corral, where there was some sun left. She thought it was daring to be hanging over the rail with nothing on. She laughed and wondered whether he was going to take them there, bending over the fence, with the horses watching. She giggled again, thinking of the moments when she and her dad had helped the stallions do their duty. Breeding a mare could be dangerous. Colleen nudged her and asked, "What are you laughing about?" "I am thinking about breeding the mares and wondering whether they get to watch Jake do us." He said, "I do have in mind breeding both of you, but not right now. When the time comes, I will bring you here and tie you to the rail so I can sniff those female in heat smells and get all riled up." She walked into his arms with a hot kiss. "There has to be a marriage license before babies." "He's been thinking about that. Asked me if he should court you like a regular boyfriend. Dress up and bring flowers." She was pressing against her back, sandwiching the three of them together. Rebecca was horny all over again and wondered if she should ask him for a demonstration of being all riled up. "What did you say?" "I told him he was a cowboy stud, and dressing up and putting stuff in his hair like the guys in town do would not help win you." She turned around and kissed Colleen, darting her tongue between the full Irish lips. Her voice was a soft whisper, "I like the idea of a package deal. You are ok with that? Living here and making babies alongside me? What will the family say?" Jake nipped at her neck and said, "My brothers will be madder than hell when I tell them that the Richardson name is staying on the ranch deed. I'm marrying the girl, not stealing the property." In bed, curled at his side, with Colleen still in the bathroom, she asked, "Doesn't your sister need a man of her own? Won't people talk?" He kissed her forehead and said, "I've tried every whichway to get her to see that, but it is no use. The woman says I am all she has left in the world, and please don't abandon her." She hugged and rubbed on him and whispered, "I'm in love with both of you. We can make a good life together." He nuzzled at her breast and whispered back, "For a wildcat, you are sure nice. Will you marry me, Rebecca?" Colleen had heard that as she walked into the room, toweling her hair. She lifted her eyebrows at Rebecca. "Well?" "If my father were alive, he would say this was very suspicious. He would say, "Becca, he is tall, dark and handsome. Even knows how to saddle a horse and throw a bale of hay. But those Reillys can't be trusted." Rebecca climbed on his chest, staring into the dark eyes. He wasn't returning her look, he was fastened on her firm tits with their prominent nipples. She was fresh from the shower and smelled wonderful. He knew his sister could see his cock reviving, but Rebecca couldn't without turning. He smiled. "I'm just a low life varmint, I guess. Not fit for a fine woman like you." She pounded hard on his chest, crying out, "Yes, you are an Irish bum, through and through." They fell into an embrace, tongues licking at each other. Colleen was there too, fresh with lotion. "You have to marry me in church, in town. Colleen will be a bridesmaid. Your brothers will be on their best behavior." She was awake at first light, like always on a ranch. The warmth on both sides of her was new and felt good. She couldn't decide whether to go after the cock on one side, or the breast on the other. After moments of indecision, she found a hand creeping in her direction and intercepted it to her lips. Colleen's body easily shifted on top of hers as she tasted the fingers, which had recently been between the legs of their owner. Rebecca whispered, "You have to entertain him while I do the coffee." She drew back the covers to climb out, but stopped to admire his hard cock. It pulsed gently, and she could not avoid a lick or two. Without a sound, he was over her and sliding quickly in place. "Planning my morning already, are you?" She was gushing and felt out of control. Closed her eyes and tried total relaxation before his energetic thrusting. Teased him with a limp body. His voice at her ear was harsh, "Any more of that, and you will be hanging from a rafter!" A mighty heave and they were on the floor, with Rebecca on top, shouting, "Fuck you, Jake Reilly!" He scrambled to his feet, keeping her firmly impaled, and ran through the house, laughing. He let her down on the front porch and they stood there in the morning sun, dripping and smiling. Colleen swatted their behinds, "Bad, bad, bad," and they pulled her in close. "If you are going to marry me and run this place, there is plenty of fence work, and the brush in the pasture needs clearing."