0 comments/ 58120 views/ 5 favorites Love Is Where You Find It By: Helen432 This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 2002. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post "freely" to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. -= Thank you for your consideration =- * * * * * Chapter one. My experience of sex backfiring came from my time as a nurse in the psychiatric ward of the hospital of Xxxx Xxxxxxx. I'd been working in an institutional ward for three years on a more or less permanent basis, earning good extra money besides what the government allowed me to finance my studies. To get to the point, we had a female patient, we can call her A for short, with an as of yet, undefined hysterical disorder. She would start screaming and throwing things about whether she was provoked or not and on this particular day a man with pretty much the same diagnose, got in her way. He had recently lost both his testicles to cancer and was depressed as well as in a particularly foul mood and directed it towards all the women he thought he could no longer please. A was the victim he'd sought out for himself on this particular day. We all suddenly heard a huge crash, yelling, more crashes and a holler of pain. As we arrived on the scene A was bashing the poor man with a plastic chair, yelling "I AM NOT STU PID", over and over, the chair coming down on every syllable, while he was on the floor writhing in obvious agony and bleeding profusely from somewhere in the crotch. It later turned out that she'd kicked him in, well, I can't say nuts, can I. She'd given him a fairly good kick in the cock and, getting a toe in, actually managed to rupture his glans with a perfect hit. He was carted off to the ER and I was assigned to try and calm A down. We went to her room and she said she wanted to change. I thought she meant a shirt or pants, but no. She stripped down completely and took her good time rummaging through her closet before "finding" the ugly, blue hospital robe that was one of only three garments inside. She turned her head and smiled a shy smile at me several times and I was beginning to feel a bit uneasy. She'd gone from total hysteria to a little girl in two seconds flat and was now not only showing her nakedness, she was flaunting it. She had a body to die for. She was twenty-five with a few extra pounds in just the right places. Two of the firmest C-cup breasts I've ever seen. Rounded buttocks with a few stretch marks, broad, firm thighs and a pronounced mound with a very big bush that went nearly from hip to hip. She finally draped the robe over her still naked body and I came out of my daze very quickly, wondering where the hell I'd been. A suggested we go to the smaller of the day rooms where we usually have our therapy sessions. We went into the room and locked the door, as is customary when in session. We chatted mostly and A was sitting in a lounge chair, facing the window with her back to one arm rest and her legs draped over the other. After about 15 minutes she closed her eyes and started panting with her mouth open I looked at her and she's was sitting absolutely still with her hands motionless in her lap. I slapped myself for having such a filthy mind and asked if she was feeling well. Her face suddenly contorted and she started breathing so hard saliva was spraying between her clenched teeth. I thought she was having an epileptic fit of some sort and rushed up to get help. As I ran past her chair to press the alarm button she grabbed my sleeve and nearly pulled me off my feet. I had to grab her shoulders not to fall across her. With my hands still on her shoulders, she rose to her feet and stood in front of me. She had a silly look on her face and said the two words I least expected to hear from her in that moment: –I came. She put her arms around my neck and we just stood like that for at least five minutes. Hugging is a natural part of therapeutic contact, but I think very rarely coupled with orgasmic afterglow. I did not reciprocate at first, but put my hands on her sides above her hips, a bit bewildered and very uncertain as how to deal with a patient who had spontaneous orgasms when in session. I began to notice my body's response to all this. That prickly feeling of something forbidden, alluring, but still somewhere within my grasp, was making itself known at the nape of my neck, moving down my spine and settling in my crotch. As we stood there A moved back a bit and looked into my eyes and I tried to act as casual and professional as I could. I must have failed miserably somewhere, because A took my hands and placed them on her breasts! And there they stayed. My hands were riveted to her breasts and my professional resolve snapped, almost audibly, like a twig under foot. We just stood like that until she started to move her hands over mine, squeezing my hands squeezing her breasts, tickling my palms with her rock hard nipples. It was a moment so erotic that it compared to nothing, absolutely nothing, that I've experienced before or after. Suddenly she raised her left leg and rested it on my hip, raised her frock a few inches and took my right hand and placed it on her naked sex. I remember resisting a bit, trying to withdraw but she had my wrist in a firm grip and kept it there. I couldn't move any more. She looked me in the eyes. –Feel how wet I am, she whispered. I felt the heat radiate from her pussy but still didn't move. There was something slippery down there and I could feel the outline of her labia pressing on my fingers. –You're not feeling me properly, she said and once again my hand was covered by hers as she pressed it inwards, curving her fingers and thus forcing two of mine into her vagina. The word wet in this particular case would have been a gross understatement. As she slowly moved my hand back and forth there was this sound that reminded me of squeezing a soaked sponge and my hand was covered in warm liquid. She removed her hand and mine stayed and moved by it's own accord. She brought her hand to her nose and sniffed it and then put it under mine. It was as intoxicating as anything I've ever smelled. I grabbed her by the wrist and licked her fingers, still looking into her eyes as she closed them and bit her lower lip. She leant forward and we kissed for the first time. I felt her hand trace my belly to my pants and her efforts, trying to unclasp my belt. I didn't want to get caught with my pants down, so I said, – Wait, and opened my fly instead. I always wear lose fitting clothes, both for mobility and to hide my girth and for her to get her hand down my into my pants and the my panties, was no problem. I was as wet as she by now. We stood like that; frantically rubbing each other feeling each other's soaked cunts, delving as deeply as we could into one another's mouths and vaginas. We were both on the verge of climaxing when we were interrupted by sounds outside the door. People were coming into the workshop outside the room. We quickly adjusted our clothes and opened the window. The air was so thick with the smell of sex, you could cut it with a knife. We closed it again and walked out. The only place left for us was her room, which couldn't be locked. Had she been allowed outside that day, we would have made it to the basement where there's hundreds of places we could have used, but that was not to be. So we opted not to continue at this time. I excused myself and went to the loo and frigged myself to an earth shattering orgasm within a few flicks. Once finished I went to A's room and found her on her bed. – Did you….? She asked. – Yes, I said. – So did I. She pulled her frock up to show me what a freshly fingerfucked pussy looked like and it was a sight to behold! I was drooling, well my cunt was anyway, despite having been taken care of only two minutes earlier. She had large, pink inner lips that stuck out and were VERY long. They ran from her asshole, halfway to her navel and at the bottom I could see something inside her hole. I asked her and she reached down and pulled out a small bottle of roll-on deodorant. I'm sure you know the kind. It's very phallic in shape. Glistening strings formed and broke as she slowly pulled it out; brought it to her mouth; sucked on it and then put it back in. –You try it, she said. With trembling fingers I tried to grab the slippery bottle between my fingers, finally managing, slowly pulling it out. I sucked on it and them put it back in again. I quickly bent down to steal a few licks. She looked down at me and gasped aloud. She pulled the bottle out once more, licked it clean and put it on the dresser beside the bed. I once again bent down and stuck my tongue as far up her as it would go. It was very hard not to stay down there. She sat up and kissed me once again and we shared her juices. She grabbed my hands and smelled them, complaining that all she could smell was soap. I opened my fly, shoved three finger into my cunt and brought them out webbed and put them in her mouth. She sucked them like a baby calf, lay down and spread her legs wide, took my hand and placed it on her pussy. I shoved another three fingers up her soaking quim and started fucking her as fast as I could. She didn't last long and came silently but violently shaking. Unfortunately I never thought to get my fingers out of her mouth until I felt her teeth. They cut deeply into my flesh, deeply enough to draw blood. Lots of blood. I hollered with pain and moments later I heard approaching footsteps in the corridor. When the door opened I was clenching my hand under my arm, swearing like a sailor. A was on the bed, her frock down again and watching me in horror and as white as her sheets. I told the approaching crowd I'd got my fingers caught, trying to adjust her bed to a sitting position. They all felt very sorry for me and sent me off to the ER, without looking at my hand, thank God. In the ER I changed my story as I figured the bite marks would be a dead giveaway. I just said one of the patients got violent and bit me and I hoped none would be the wiser. I got away with a tetanus shot and a bandaged hand. I took the rest of the day off with pay after writing the incident report. Those beds really are notoriously dangerous and people have had their fingers cut clean off by them, so no one questioned my explanation of events. I got two weeks sick leave, with pay, while the routine Hepatitis C and HIV-tests were being done. One morning a few days later, I got a call. It was A. I asked her how she got my number. – From the directory, she answered. Figures, I thought. She knew my full name and I was listed as opposed to most of my colleagues. Working in psychiatry makes you vulnerable to attacks from any patient with a beef. I've had my ribs kicked in three times and broken one patient's arm myself. All in the line of duty, of course. But I digress, methinks. A called to ask me about my hand and to tell me that she'd been transferred to outpatient status and wondered if we could meet. I was hesitant, to say the least, but she was persistent and we made an appointment for Saturday. Chapter two The before mentioned events took place on a Tuesday, if memory serves me right, and A called me on the Friday. In other words I had a whole two days of nail biting anxiety, not knowing whether I had been ratted out or not. As I said, we agreed to meet in her apartment a few miles uptown. It was a collection of high-rises, nine stories high and part of the so called "The Million Project" from the sixties when the Swedish population boomed and our socialist government promised to build a million cheap apartments to house us all. Swedes were celebrating the freedom of mind and sex and generally boffing away, much earlier than the rest the world. Hence the expression "The Swedish Sin". The only competition came from the Germans and Danes, whose decadence flourishes even today. A lived on the ninth floor and when she opened the door, she was dressed in a sort of terry-cloth mah-jongg overall. She was as nervous as I was and nervousness usually comes into play only when feeling are involved. She closed the door and we just stood there looking at each other. Then we hugged and shared a long kiss that had us both gasping and wanting more. We covered each other's faces with saliva as we licked, kissed and explored each other's mouths. We finally broke the kiss and she showed me around the apartment. Two rooms and a nice kitchen. Her bedroom was decorated in the romantic style you sometimes find in teenagers rooms with lots of pink and orange. The only difference between her room and lets say, my youngest sisters, were the six dildos of various shapes, sizes and colours standing to attention on her bedside table. She giggled shyly as she saw my eyes widen. I walked across the room and sat down on her bed, touching each of them in turn. Two were with vibration the other four were of a nice, jelly-like material and ranged from about six to 20 inches. I weighed a fifteen-inch cock in my hand and asked her if she could get that inside her and she nodded. It was about three inches thick and I had my doubts about it. The 20 incher was a double. Ten inches on each side of a rudimentary scrotum that could be filled with warm water and squeezed at the height of your pleasure to simulate some sort of simultaneous orgasm, she explained. Absolutely ridiculous, if you ask me. Next she showed me the kitchen and told me dinner was on in 15 minutes. She served a plaice au gratin that was a bit overdone and under salted, with broccoli, mushrooms and rice. It was a nice meal and the white wine that went with it, loosened any inhibitions we might have had. After the meal we settled in her living room, chatting about this and that and that she was feeling much, much better now, that she'd cut down on her medication after being advised by her psychiatrist and that she hadn't met anyone like me ever and that she so liked me and wanted me and adored my body and she'd like to see it sometime. Why not now, I asked? She said nothing, just leaned forward, kissed me deeply for the second time and left. I asked her where she was going and she answered with only one whispered word, –Surprise. She closed the door and I was left alone with my anticipations of things to come. I played with my nipples for a while and ventured briefly under my skirt. I wasn't wearing any underwear or a bra, since I figured I wouldn't need them. Idle thoughts were forming about A, that maybe I was mistaken, as I slowly stroked my larger lips. I was very soon very, very wet and had one, two and finally three fingers sliding in and out of me, all hesitation gone. I was stopped in my tracks as I heard loud clanging sounds followed by more silence. My skirt had a large wet spot on the back and my juices had soaked through to the sofa beneath. The light grey cloth now had a dark grey stain. I was mortified and covered it up with a pillow, which looked ridiculous, as it lay prone on the edge of the cushion. A knocked on the door after about 20 minutes, startling me to my feet. The door slowly opened and in came A, stark naked and with her beautiful, long hair in a single braid. I just stared at her with my mouth open and I could feel my pussy spasm in time with my accelerating breath. I could also feel those spasms pressing liquid out of my vagina; liquid that ran down my thigh, down my calves and heels and into my sandals. She walked up to me without a word and started to undress me as well. –Not much work here, she giggled. I stood naked before her with only a blouse and my skirt at my feet. My state of arousal became obvious to her as I stepped out of my sandals. She knelt before me and had herself a good look at my cunt. She slowly wiped some of the juices off my right leg with her finger and brought it to her mouth. –That's the second time I taste your pussy, she said. But I like it best from the source! And with that she stuck out her tongue and in between my cunt lips and I spread my legs as best I could in that awkward position. She found my clit and sucked on it for a while until my legs began to tremble. Then she suddenly stopped just as I was about to climax. –Not yet she whispered into my cunt and pulled away. There were several transparent strings connecting us and slowly breaking, dangling from her chin and my cunt and slowly falling to the floor. I tried to get her to continue, saying that I could have as many orgasms as I or she wanted, but she was adamant. –The water's getting cold she said, stood and led me by the hand to the bathroom. As she opened the door I saw that she'd gone out of her way to impress me. Around fifty candles were standing on and around a bubble bath. Steam fogged up my glasses and I took them off. A told me to get in and I did, careful not to get the bandages wet, relishing the feel of the hot water, the tickling of millions of bubbles bursting on my skin and savouring the air filled with the fragrance of scented oils. I felt like an oriental queen. A came next and she was a sight to behold in the light of the candles. As she ever so slowly descended into the water, straddling my legs, with her beautiful tush between my feet, it became very obvious that she'd been overly generous with the water. The bathroom was flooded before either of us thought to pull the plug. She scooted closer and put her arms around my neck and kissed me for the third time. This kiss lasted longer than the other two and by the time it ended, we were both fingering the other deeply and frantically. She was no less wet than I was and came long before I did. In fact she stopped when her orgasm hit and didn't resume her caresses. I started fingering myself and she just pulled my hand away. She needed both her hands to keep it from going back and I cursed my bad luck of having my other hand wrapped. – Not yet, she said. – But I really, really, really need to cum right now!! – No you don't, she said with a sly smile. I was borderline frantic at this point. She started talking about Tuesday's events and asked me if I remembered her first orgasm when we were in session? –How could I forget, I said, sulking. She told me that she could cum just by contracting and relaxing her vaginal muscles, a talent that she said had served her well on many a boring occasion. –Yeah, rub it in, I griped. She didn't even need to use her hands and here I was, being denied the use of my own. –Soon, she said, soon. I just lay back, trying hard to think of something else besides my poor neglected cunt and of course failing miserably. At this point A started washing me with a cloth, rubbing my whole body from head to toe, not missing a single spot. The cloth felt almost painful on my agitated cunt and I jumped every time she brushed over my lips and clit, which now stuck out like a small cock. – I'm going to enjoy sucking on that she said, pulling the hood back and forth like she was jacking me off. –Please feel free, I said, my voice trailing away. I was about to explode and my pelvis was soon a blur against her fingers and the water was spilling over the sides and suddenly it happened: An orgasm out of nowhere, without warning, hit me like a ton of bricks and sent me screaming under the water while I kicked A in the chest. I came up, coughing and still screaming, grabbing her by the wrist, trying to force her inside me. She straightened her fingers and in the next moment there were four in my cunt. I fucked myself through the throes of one of the best orgasms of my life, using her hand as a dildo. As I came down, A was looking at me with a quizzical expression. –Well, I should have expected that and left you alone, I guess, she said, rubbing her left tit where my foot had left its mark. Love Is Where You Find It I love women's bodies; I have always loved the female form in all its elegance and beauty. I love to look at it, to touch it, to make love to it and to worship its celestial majesty. A lesbian friend of mine once described her feelings for the female anatomy in that way, and so from that point of view I guess I'm a lesbian too.... Just for clarification, I am an alpha male of the species and 100% heterosexual. I love watching women. All the different, shapes, sizes and forms provide me with unlimited sexual stimulation. The slightest glimpses of the hidden aspects of women are the ultimate turn on. To see an exposed thigh, cleavage, panties, back lit legs, etc., are a constant quest. This is what I like, and this story is fiction (based on some fact) and depicts scenes that turn me on. I work in a corporate environment. It is the early 1980's and this is a major commercial transportation company that employs approximately 300 people in the corporate office. I work in the Marketing Department. I am mostly involved in training; sales, marketing, product, finance, corporate history, product positioning and application. The training sessions that I develop and deliver are primarily directed at our dealership personnel, but often may include internal employee orientation and training in these same areas. It's a pretty good job, lots of travel, and contact with virtually all of our company divisions. This is sort of a start up company as one manufacturer bought the chapter 11 assets of another and is in the process of developing a new corporation; products, identity and sales and marketing network. No lack of things to do. We were newly established in our corporate headquarters building in a medium sized town in North Carolina. We had an enormous task ahead of us. It was almost overwhelming at times. Needless to say, no lack of work to do, just not enough time to get it all completed. I was currently developing presentations that were part of an overall plan for our dealer groups to orient them to the company, our new product line and proposed markets. I needed to contact several other divisions within the company to gather the information and take necessary photos to support the presentations that I was developing. Occupying the cubicle next to me was Wanda, an advertising administrative assistant. She had a short somewhat rotund chubby shaped body that she felt necessary to stuff into the tightest shortest skirts available. She wasn't too bad looking, almost pretty, but just falling short of that. She had a great set of tits though and showed more than an ample amount of cleavage. Bets around the office among the guys were that she didn't have any nipples or they were inverted as none of us had ever seen any sign of them. Wanda was one of those types of women who really piss me off, in that she used her sexuality to get her male coworkers to do things for her and to further her advancement. She couldn't just ask you to help her, but flirted and showed you her cleavage to get you to do things for her. And if it should turn out wrong, she would throw you under the bus in a heartbeat. You get the picture, a corporate climbing bitch. Believe me, I watched my back around her. Once she asked me to review some advertising copy and photos for her, to check it for technical product correctness and proper product positioning. I did this and found several major inaccuracies. You couldn't blame the errors on the ad agency, as they were new and just learning our product line. It was really Wanda's job to provide the correct info to them and then review what they developed for technical accuracy and correct product positioning. Her attitude was that she didn't need to know that stuff as she could get other people to check that for her. Yea, like dumb ass me. It was later that afternoon that I was sitting in on an advertising meeting at my boss's request that Wanda presented the copy that I had reviewed to our marketing and advertising management. She took full credit for personally identifying all the changes the Ad agency needed to correct and she did this in my presence. So much for any future help she was going to get from me. As far as I was concerned her only saving grace was that every time and I mean every time she left her seat at her desk or returned she flashed me a giant view of her crotch. I don't think she did it on purpose, I think she didn't care what I saw as I was like dirt on the floor to her. Anyway I took advantage of the situation. There really wasn't all that much to see as she usually wore some type of panties under her panty hose. It wasn't so much what you saw, but rather you were seeing something that wasn't supposed to be visible. So, I looked at Wanda's crotch whenever she presented it. One day was especially good. She had gone to lunch with some outside vendors and when she came back from her two hour working lunch and took her seat at her desk, she didn't have on the panty hose or her underwear. Must have been some kind of good lunch. The rest of the afternoon, every time she got up or returned to her seat she flashed me an enormous shot of dark brown bush. I had to go down to the Accounting Department one day to straighten out some question about my expense reports. They were holding up about $2000 of reimbursement checks and I needed to cover my credit card charges. I was directed to Miriam. She was a nice looking lady in her late thirties; she was pretty, but not a knock out. She was dressed in a white cotton business suit. Tailored jacket, white blouse and fitted white skirt. I sat down in the chair by her desk while she went over by the windows to the file cabinets to retrieve my file. As she stood shuffling through the file folders looking for mine I noticed that she was perfectly backlit by the light coming through the windows. She evidently wasn't wearing a slip under her skirt because the light shown right through and outlined everything under her skirt in graphic detail. Her thighs, her sex between her legs, everything I was really enjoying this sight. It seemed like it took her a long time to find my file, but I wasn't complaining. When she found it she returned to her desk chair and turned the folder toward me and began pointing out the corrections I needed to make in order to get reimbursed. As she did this she sat directly facing me and I noticed that her skirt started to ride up. I could see at least half way up her thighs. She had very nice legs. I was having trouble focusing on what she was telling me. My focus was elsewhere. I told her that I thought I understood and would make the corrections and return them to her. I went back to my desk, back to work. About a half an hour before quitting time Miriam called to see if I had the expense reports ready. I confessed that I didn't. She said ok, bring them down when I finished work and she would help me so I could get the checks. I thanked her and told her I would be down shortly. I got the expense report file and headed downstairs to Miriam's office. It was after quitting time and her department was empty except for her. I noticed immediately that she had the largest doe brown eyes I had ever seen. She directed me to sit and she took the folder and began working on it. She was leaning back in her chair as she was studying one file and I could almost see all the way up her thighs. I noticed immediately that she was not wearing panty hose, but instead a garter belt and thigh high hose, which were clearly visible. Damn, this was hot. She quickly made the corrections and gave them to me to initial the changes. I signed them and gave them back to her, thanking her for her help. I told her that I now understood what was needed and would not make the same omissions in the future. She said that that was too bad, because she wouldn't have an excuse to get me down to her office to see me. This seemed to be going in a good direction. She noticed me looking at her thighs; She looked into my eyes, put her hands on her skirt on her thighs and raised her skirt higher. There was a mischievous grin on her face as she did this. "So you like what you see? Would you like to see more?" she asked with a giggle in her voice. All I could do was stare and nod my head. She raised her skirt higher and I could see her garter belt and the moist spot over her pussy on her panties. She moved one hand down and rubbed her pussy through her panties. I sat there, eyes fixated on her and my hardon raging inside my pants. She stood, scanned the office to make sure we were alone and hiked her skirt to her waist and straddled me on the chair. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. She had the softest lips. They seemed to caress my very core. We kissed for a few moments as she rubbed her panty clad pussy against my hard on. Soon she stood, reached down and undid my belt and zipper. I raised my hips to allow her to slide my trousers down to my ankles and she repositioned herself astraddle me. We resumed kissing me as she rubbed her panty-clad pussy against my bare hard cock. She moaned softly as I felt her breasts and nipples through her blouse. I could feel her nipples hardening and wished her blouse and bra were not in the way so that I could suck her nipples. She reach down and pulled her panties aside and positioned my erect shaft at the entrance of her wet vagina. She rubbed the head against her wet lips a few times and then directed it into her entrance. I felt my cock slide easily into her. She had the softest pussy lips that I had ever felt. It's difficult to describe the sensation. It wasn't tight nor was it loose, just soft, smooth and supple. She rocked back and forth on my cock until I felt her achieve a small but distinct climax. She let out a soft groan as she orgasmed and I released into her. Not earth shattering, but very good. We sat there staring into each other's eyes. She kissed me again with those soft lips. "Nice, very nice my dear, please come down again if you need more help with your expense reports. I'll give you good service." She told me. "I'd like that. In fact, this Friday night I think I'll need some help expensing a dinner that I would like to take you to at Antonio's,' I suggested. "I'd love to, but I don't think my husband would approve of a Friday night out. Maybe we could have lunch sometime together?" She responded. "I think that would work." Ok, she was married. I had never thought to ask, and I guess as far as I was concerned it really didn't make any difference. I think of her as Mrs. Soft. Her lips and pussy were so incredibly soft and delectable I wanted to have them again. I needed to go to our assembly plant in Virginia to photograph the assembly process for some of the presentations that I was developing. I called the plant managers office arrange my visit. His administrative assistant advised me it was all right and they would make whatever accommodations I needed. She offered to make hotel reservations at a local Marriott hotel that was close to the plant. I thanked her and told her that I would arrive at their offices about ten o'clock the next day and would probably stay two or three days to get the photographs that I needed. I packed up my trusty Nikon F3, lenses and film and started the drive up there the next morning. As I entered the parking lot, I noticed my name on a reserved parking spot near the main entrance. Understand I was a manager level person within the company, but not executive management. And a reserved parking space was a pleasant surprise. I entered the reception area and was escorted to the plant manager's office. I was introduced to the plant manager, Al Martin, and we hit it off immediately. He was a friendly, sincere, open kind of guy that made you feel like his long lost cousin. We had coffee and talked about what I needed to shoot. He gave me an ID tag that he pointed out was the same color as his and told me that it would get me into any and every part of the plant, and if I needed anything or had any trouble to just call him and he would handle It. He called his administrative assistant and asked her to send in Karen. A young lady about 25 entered the office. She was nice looking, trim, small breasts and very friendly. I was introduced to her and found out that the she was the assistant PR manager for the assembly plant and that she was to be my guide and would help me in any way she could to get the pictures that I needed. I thanked Al for the coffee and his cooperation. He asked that I stop by when I had finished before going back to the corporate office. Other than that I had free reign of the place and he wished me well. I grabbed my hard tagalong camera equipment case and followed Karen out into the plant. Following her was easy. With a slim shapely ass like hers it was a pleasure. She was very slim and the snug slacks that she wore outlined her ass and thighs fantastically. We worked hard the rest of the day. Believe it or not professional photography is hard work. The plant ran two shifts and without knowing it I had worked right through the shift change. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening before I realized what the time was. I apologized to Karen for keeping her so long. She said that it was ok. She told me that she was impressed with my professionalism and the way that I worked with the plant crew to get the photos that I wanted. Corporate types were not well accepted by the hourly plant workers and she was amazed at how I had been able to fit in with them, gain their trust and get their cooperation. As I packed up my gear to quit for the evening she suggested that she could lock up my camera gear in her office and wouldn't have to take it back to the hotel and haul it back over the next morning. Sounded like a good idea to me. I also found out that she lived a little over an hour away from the plant. I felt bad about keeping her so late and made a suggestion. "Let me buy you dinner, stay in my hotel room, there are two beds and I promise to behave, I'll buy you breakfast and you'll save over two hours driving time. That's the least that I can do for you. Deal?" I suggested. She was hesitant. I assured her that everything would be straight up and I promised not to attack her. Or if that wasn't acceptable that I would get her her own room. I didn't want to see her driving all that distance for very little sleep on my account. I also told her that with what we had accomplished today that we would probably be finished about 4:00 or 5:00 the next day and then she would be rid of me till the next time. She laughed and said Ok, and that I needn't pay for an extra room for her, that she trusted me. She packed a small bag with some things she had in her office. She explained that she never knew from day to day what sort of activities she would be involved in and kept two or three changes of clothes in her office closet to cover herself. She rode with me to the hotel and we checked in, dumped our bags in the room and went down to the restaurant before it closed to get some dinner. I've got to say that I hadn't had more enjoyable company as a dinner companion in a long time. She was intelligent, had a wonderful sense of humor and was just a delight to be with. Time slipped by quickly and it was midnight before we knew it. The restaurant staff was hovering over us waiting for us to leave so that they could close up. I paid the bill and we went up to our room. I got to shower first and told Karen that I would be quick. I showered, put on clean underwear and warned her to avert her gaze while I got into bed. She laughed and turned her head. She gathered her things and went into the bathroom. The room was dark except for the TV that was showing one of the late night talk shows and I was casually watching it, but wasn't paying much attention. I did notice that she had not completely closed the bathroom door. It was ajar about three inches. I don't know if she did this on purpose, but it gave me a clear view at the vanity mirror and almost the entire bathroom. This was better than the TV. She turned on and adjusted the shower and began to disrobe. She removed her blouse and bra exposing her small pert cute breasts. She had nice sized nipples for the size of her breasts. She removed her trousers exposing her panty hose clad legs. No underwear under the sheer panty hose. I could see her trimmed matted bush clearly through the sheer hose. She peeled down her panty hose, totally exposing herself to my view. She was pretty, very pretty. Slim, petite and cute. She was just a very refreshing sight. She stepped into the shower and washed herself, got out of the shower and toweled off. Damn, I would have liked to be invited to help her. She slipped a knee length dark green satin nightgown on over her body. She stepped over to the mirror to blow dry her medium length brunette hair. Her pert little nipples were standing out against the thin fabric of her nightgown. She was a very beautiful young lady and I was thoroughly impressed. When she came out of the bathroom, she turned off the bath light so the only light in the room was that of the TV. She crossed the room and slipped under the covers of her bed. We said good night and I turned off the TV. I need to tell you that I am a very sound sleeper. Once my head hits the pillow I will be asleep in less than five minutes and it's doubtful that an earthquake could wake me. I also wake at six o'clock every morning without an alarm, without fail, regardless of how late I am up; I am a very sound sleeper. Such was this night. I woke at six o'clock. Karen had set the alarm for seven. I realized instantly that I was not in bed alone. Karen was snuggled up beside me. God, what a pretty picture she was even first thing in the morning and with no make up she was beautiful. I couldn't resist and leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. What the hell was I supposed to do finding a delectable young woman in my bed with me? She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "And to what do I owe this honor?" I asked. "I couldn't resist. Here I was in a hotel room with a handsome wonderful man that I like and respect and not get in bed with him. No way! So here I am." Was her reply. With that I embraced her and kissed her deeply. "May I eat you for breakfast?" I asked. "Only if I get served also," came her retort. Her small breasts and nipples fit my mouth perfectly. Her hands on my cock felt delicate and sensual. As I went down on her sex, she tasted fresh and succulent. I sucked and tongued her till she came. Not earth shattering but still strong. Her clit was small and sensitive and it took little stimulation to bring her off. She had stroked my dick to an incredible erection. She went down on it and sucked me past her lips into her mouth. As her tongue swirled around me she sucked me in deeper. I couldn't take too much of this without loosing so I stopped her and moved on top of her. I needed to be inside this young beautiful girl. As I slipped past her nether lips she spread open to allow my entry. It was small, wet and hot. I entered her slowly working myself into her a little at a time. She moved to me and accepted all that I had to offer. We fucked like this, slowly and deliberately for a long time until I felt the tension in her building. Her movements became stronger and her muscles were tightening up. As she climaxed she dug her nails into my back and held me very tight. As I was about to cum she whispered in my ear, "Please not in me." I pulled out and placed my cock on her stomach between us and ejaculated all over her stomach. "Thank you, that was good!" She whispered. We lay holding each other for a while, and then decided we had better get up and get ready to go to work. It wouldn't look good if we both came in late together. We showered together and she allowed me to towel her off. We teased and touched while we did our morning routines. I think that we felt very good together. Love Is Where You Find It We finished up the photography at about three o'clock that afternoon. We went to her office, closed the door and kissed goodbye. I think we were both a little sad at departing, but somehow we knew it was not forever or for long. I took my things and went to Al's office to see him before leaving. He asked if I got everything that I needed and complimented me on the way I handled myself in the plant. He had gotten rave reports about me from all of the supervisors that I had had contact with. It made me feel good to receive such compliments. I thanked him for his cooperation and returned the ID pass back to him. He looked at it and smiled. He handed it back to me and told me to keep it and use it any time I needed to visit the assembly plant. I was welcome back unconditionally any time I needed. I knew this was a great compliment he was giving me as he had a reputation of being hard on corporate types. I departed and headed back south. My next assignment wasn't going to be pleasant. As this company was a new emerging company combining two existing companies, there were several issues and conflicts that came up that were not easily resolved. Personnel were one of these issues. There were not enough slots for everyone in both companies and under the new corporation some positions were going to be eliminated and some people let go. Actually about 30% of the current headcount would be released. The other closely related issue was to get all employees indoctrinated into the new corporations philosophy, goals and objectives. No small task. One of the presentations that I had developed was aimed at moving us in that direction. I had developed this presentation in consort with the president of the corporation and all of the executive vice presidents. I thought it was a good program that enlightened people and drew them in without jamming it down their throats. The director of marketing, my boss, Steve and I were going up to Illinois to give the presentation. He was a good guy, pretty smart but not that strong a speaker. The tough part of this presentation was the group we were addressing; two hundred-fifty 250 parts plant employees were meeting the next week with personnel and over half of them would be let go. They knew there were going to be layoffs, but they didn't know how many or who. Steve and I were supposed to go up there and do our dog and pony show and motivate them, make them feel good about the new corporation and make them want to be a part of it. A tall order under the circumstances. We had also been informed that 150 of the parts plant employees would be let go the next week and which of the plant management team was going, information that I didn't want to know. The plant director of personnel, June Avery, met us at the airport. A nice looking woman of about 45. She was very professional and accommodating. She drove us to our hotel and as we checked in she invited us to dinner after the presentation with the management of the parts plant and herself. We accepted of course, but told her that there were ground rules. We outlined our objectives and would limit our talk and discussion to that and that alone. We had no further information about what was going to happen. A lie, but those were our directives. She agreed and said that she would inform the others. We proceeded to the plant to make our presentation; it would take about three hours. As Steve was admittedly the weaker speaker, we had agreed that I would make most of the presentation. Upon our arrival at the facility we were introduced to the management team that consisted of the plant manager, two assistant plant managers, the procurement manager, facilities manager, safety and administration manager and June Avery. The only room large enough to hold all the employees was the cafeteria. They had erected a stage at one end with a large projector screen and podium. We grabbed a quick bite of lunch and set up our presentation. The plant manager gave us a passable introduction. And as Steve took the platform there was no applause, only dead silence. This quickly unnerved him. This was your typical fight or flight situation and poor Steve chose flight. His presentation was weak and he cut it short. He just wanted to get the hell out of there. I'm not going to brag, but I loved public speaking, always have, I love working a group. In fact I live for it. The tougher the audience the better I liked it. When I was in the Marine Corps in Viet Nam the joke in our company was to take my rifle away from me and just let me speak to them. The back end of that joke was that I couldn't speak the language. I had all the confidence you could have in the presentation that I had prepared and I was a good speaker. I was going to give them something they weren't expecting. I was there to fight. I started out slowly, explaining the history behind both companies and the reason for the merger (take over) and went on from there. You can tell by your audience's reaction if you are getting to them and it was working. As I went on I could feel them coming to the altar and accepting what I was presenting. Two hours later I had them, every last one of them, had them in the palm of my hand. When I concluded the applause went on for at least 15 minutes, and everyone in the room was standing and smiling. Damn, I had pulled it off. I felt on top of the world, it was great. Steve came over and joined me on the stage to bask in our success. I didn't mind sharing it with him at all. Now all we had to do was get through dinner and get the hell out of there. June took us back to our hotel so we could freshen up before dinner. She asked if I minded if she came to my room, as it was too far for her to go home and come back. I complied and we went up to my room. I asked if she would like a drink. She said yes and I went to the bar to get something. When I returned to the room she was standing by the bed in her slip and bra. "I didn't think you would be back so soon. I apologize for embarrassing you. I'll just grab my things and finish dressing in the bath." She told me. "No, the apology should be mine, I should have knocked instead of just barging in," I replied. She looked me straight in the eye and didn't move. "Instead of apologizing all over each other, give me my drink sit down and I'll finish dressing. You've seen it all already." She reached under her slip and removed her panty hose and put on a darker pair. She then turned around with her back to me and removed her white slip and stepped into a black one. Next she removed her bra and replaced it with a much sexier black one. I couldn't help but notice that she did have a good-looking ass. She reached into her clothes bag and withdrew a simple black evening dress and slipped it on over her head. It was elegant and enhanced her figure. For a forty-year-old she still looked pretty good. She sat down on the bed and put on a pair of heels. Giving me an outstanding look up her dress. Nothing I hadn't already seen, but nice just the same. All the while she was dressing she talked about the presentation, how good it was and how much she enjoyed it. She also talked about her job and how much she liked it and hoped that she had a future with the new corporation. I hadn't said a word. She picked up her brush and did her hair and put on her lipstick and freshened her makeup. She stepped back from the mirror to survey how she looked. She had transformed her corporate persona to that of all woman and the change looked great. She checked her watch and told me that we should finish our drinks in the bar where we were to meet the others for dinner. "She picked up her small black sequined purse put her makeup in it, spread her arms, and turned, "How do I look?" "You are gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous." With that she smiled, took, my arm, and ushered me down to the bar. Within minutes of our arrival the others arrived. We had a couple of drinks and went out to the cars for the ride to the restaurant. Things were going fairly smoothly, although I could feel tension in the air. We were seated and we ordered. Conversation was light and going smoothly. Steve was talking about our future marketing plans and upcoming new products, but wasn't letting anything out that wasn't supposed to be. A little over half way through dinner one of the plant assistant managers, a guy named Mike Johnson started hammering on Steve about the future of the parts plant, corporate plans for it and what staffing level there was going to be. I looked over at June. All she could do was give me a questioning look and shrug her shoulders. I next got the eye of the plant manager. I looked at him, then at Mr. Johnson, and them back at him. He just looked at me gave me a slight shrug, picked up his drink, and looked away. Well, that told me what I wanted to know from him. I jumped right in the middle of Steve and Mr. Johnson's conversation. "This discussion is getting a little heavy here. That's not our purpose here and not something we should be discussing. Steve and I don't have the answers to your questions, so could we table this for some other time and place. We'd appreciate it." I said to him. Steve backed me up, but Mr. Johnson wouldn't give it up, he just kept hammering, now on both of us. "OK, end of discussion. Steve and I return to North Carolina tomorrow, I think that's all we have to say tonight." Steve and I both stood to leave, but Mr. Johnson stood first. He threw his napkin down on his plate and said to me, "Fuck you and the horse you rode in on." How original. And with that he stormed out. Little did Mr. Johnson know that his name was on the list to be let go. The dinner party broke up pretty fast after that. Soon Steve and I, June and the plant manager were all that were left. As we said goodnight to the plant manager we thanked him for his cooperation with the presentation, we appreciated that. We also expressed our displeasure with what happened at dinner. His attitude was that the man had a right to speak his piece. The plant manager left then and Steve excused himself, thanking June for her cooperation and telling me that he would meet me for breakfast before our ride to the airport. That left June and I standing there wondering what to do next. She paid for the dinner with a corporate credit card and we went to the bar. I bought a couple of drinks that we took up to my room. She had to pick up her things before she left. Once in the room she set on the bed while I took a chair at the table facing her. We made small talk for a couple of minutes and she apologized for Mr. Johnson's actions. She felt that he was out of line, way out of line. I told her not to worry about it wasn't her concern and she was not responsible for it. She kicked off her shoes and lay back on the bed. Her snug fitting satin dress hugged her thighs, her mound and her stomach, very pretty and enticing. She was just talking like some of us do when we are nervous. I finally asked her straight out what was on her mind. She asked me if I knew if she was going to have a job after next week? I felt somehow that I owed her some honesty. "Yes, I know the answer to that question." "Do you know about the future of the rest of the management team at the parts plant?" she asked. "Yes, I know the answer to that question also," I replied, "but that one I cannot discuss." I stood up, walked over to the bed and knelt down. I put my hands on her thighs and rubbed them through her satin dress and slip. "What makes you think you can do that?" she asked. "Because you want me to," I replied. "How did you know?" "I just know." I continued to rub her thighs and then moved to her stomach and on up to her breasts. She sighed as I did this. I could feel the firmness of her breasts and nipples even through three layers of clothing. They still felt good. I moved my hands back down to her mound and stroked it. I couldn't stroke too deeply down into her sex through the dress and slip and moved my hands down her legs until they were moving up under the slip on her nylon clad thighs. When I reached up to touch the outline of the lips of her vagina she quivered at my touch. I rubbed her a few moments, until I felt her heat and wetness. I then stood and pulled her up. I lifted her dress and slip over her head and removed her bra. She had very nice breasts. Her breasts were somewhat heavy with ever so slight a sag. They looked good though and felt great. She began undressing me. I slipped her panty hose and briefs down to her feet and she stepped out of them. She had finished undressing me and we just stood there naked in front of each other touching and caressing. I laid her back on the bed and moved on top of her. I kissed her and she returned my kiss more passionately. I went down and suckled her breasts and nipples with my mouth and tongue. I moved down to kiss and suck on her pussy, but she stopped me. "No, I want you inside me, now." she directed. I moved back up as she opened her legs and I positioned my hard cock at her entrance. It was wet, smooth, and slightly swollen and spread easily to my entry. She wasn't tight but it felt good just the same. She gasped slightly as I entered her. She spread her legs further to be able to take all of me inside her. I stroked deep and pulled out slowly and stroked in deep again. I fucked her slow and deep for quite a while, suckling her breasts as I did so. She let out little moans and sighs as we made love. I could feel her tightening up. In a short time she had a small orgasm. Not a big one, but a nice gentle one. I came soon thereafter and could feel her reacting. I moved her around on the bed and pulled the covers over us. She snuggled up to me and we went to sleep. The next morning I rose at my usual six o'clock, showered, shaved and dressed. She hadn't stirred. I gathered my things and went down to meet Steve for breakfast. I had left her a note thanking her for her help and told her that I was looking forward to seeing her again when I returned in a couple of months. I hoped she got the unstated message. My next assignment was to go to Wheeling, West Virginia to give a dealer orientation session and then a sales meeting for local dealer personnel. I contacted a hotel in the area to arrange rooms and set up the meeting requirements. It was pretty standard stuff for my part. I had done this many times and it was just a routine part of setting up the whole meeting. I packed up all my materials and two days later headed to the airport. I arrived at the hotel about two o'clock in the afternoon. When I checked in the hotel sales representative came out to greet me. Allison McKenzie was a nice looking young woman of about 25, medium build and a well-shaped figure. I noticed that there were several guys hanging around the lobby and they seemed a little disgruntled. As I overheard their conversation I came to realize that they were sales people from our local dealerships that needed rooms and the hotel had no record of their reservations. That seemed strange, as I had blocked about twenty sleeping room plus a large meeting room. I asked Allison what was going on. She didn't seem to know, but said she would get right on it. Sure enough she had forgotten to block the rooms. We were able to sort it out soon enough and got the meeting attendees into their room. She had even forgotten to book me a room. This was going downhill pretty fast. I asked to see the meeting room; I saw that it was way too small. I asked for a larger room and she showed me one down the hall that was more the size that I needed. When I had made the reservations I had been pretty explicit in stating the size of room that I needed. How she screwed that up I wasn't sure. While the hotel staff set up the tables and chairs in the meeting room I moved all of my materials in. I began unpacking my materials and setting up. Where was the projector and screen? I used a Microsoft PowerPoint PC based media presentation and needed a projector to hook the PC to. Again she had not ordered the projection equipment. This was not looking good. I finally got the room set up and all the presentation materials ready to go. By this time it was about nine o'clock in the evening. I went to the hotel restaurant and had a quick dinner and retired to my room. The next morning I went down to the meeting room to check on things and make sure everything was ready. I pride myself on putting on a good show, everything happening as it is supposed to. The meeting was to start at eight o'clock. Where was the continental breakfast that I had ordered? I called Allison; she wasn't in yet, damn. I contacted the hotel catering service and told them what I needed and requested that they get it there post haste. The meeting attendees, about 25 of them, began drifting in about seven-thirty; our continental breakfast arrived at seven forty-five. This was starting to piss me off. I spoke to the catering manager and laid out my needs for the remainder of the day. I needed sodas, coffee, tea and cookies for breaks at ten o'clock and two-thirty. I also needed a buffet lunch set up in another room at noon. He had no prior knowledge of this, but would take care of it. Allison obviously hadn't done anything. I was going to be here for four days with these meetings and it was important that they come off without a hitch. It was important to me and to the company because it affected our image with the dealers. I saw Allison come waltzing in about ten o'clock. She looked around the room and left. The rest of the day went well. Things happened as they were supposed to and my presentation was being well received. The meeting broke up about five o'clock and they were on their own till the next morning. I checked with catering about the next day's arrangements and made sure they were in place. I was headed to the restaurant to get some dinner when I went passed the meeting room. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; the hotel staff was breaking down the room. I asked what the hell was going on! The staff supervisor told me that the room had only been booked for one day and they were breaking it down. No, no! I explained to him that the meetings were going on all week and that I needed the room. He seemed perplexed. He showed me his work order and he was right, only one day. Fortunately they had only started and I managed to get them to put the room back together and leave it. I went to the hotel offices and demanded to see Allison. I was informed that she had left for the day. I requested that the hotel assistant manager get hold of her and get her back over her that I needed to talk to her, now! By this point I was really pissed, I mean really pissed. I'm usually pretty easy going, but this situation had gone too far. About a half hour later Allison knocked on my door. I asked her in and we sat down at the small table in my room. I let her have it with both barrels. Nothing had gone right so far. What had worked were those things that I had taken care of. In point, she was not doing her job and was making mine much tougher. I made it abundantly clear that I was not happy, the hotel was remiss in their obligations and that it would stop here. That's when she broke down and began to cry hysterically. Shit, this wasn't helping at all. I got her a glass of water and a box of Kleenex and told her to stop crying, dry her eyes and let's straighten this mess out. She pulled herself together. She opened her meeting set up folder and we went over every detail of the needs that I had for the meeting for the rest of the week in minute detail. I told her that I expected her to handle everything without fail or miscue. Just to be sure we went over it a second time. When we were finished she broke down again. This time worse than the first time. It took me some time to calm her down again. Her concern now was that I would report all this to the hotel manager and she would lose her job. She admitted that she had completely dropped the ball on this one and was very sorry and everything would go as planned for the rest of the week. She asked me not to go to her boss. I told her that I couldn't promise to do that, not until the meetings were over at the end of the week. Once done, I'd think about how it went and then decide. She wasn't happy with that answer. Love Is Where You Find It She gathered up her things and left. Was I glad that was over? I was going to have to check everything for the rest of the week myself just to be sure that she didn't drop the ball again. The next day things went much better. The room was clean and ready, food services were on time and correct and Allison came several times to make sure that everything was going well. I told her that we needed to meet that evening to go over the next day just to be sure. She told me that she usually got off at six o'clock. I informed her that I didn't care; we needed to meet and if she couldn't do that I would do what I had to do to ensure that arrangements for my meeting went as planned. She then agreed to meet with me in her office at six. At six o'clock I went to the catering office to meet with Allison. She wasn't there. What the hell kind of deal was this. I decided to go to the bar and get a drink; I needed it. As I took a seat at the bar and ordered my drink I noticed Allison sitting at a table on the other side of the bar with two guys in suits, expensive suits. I finished my drink and left the bar. As I crossed the lobby to the elevators to go to my room Allison came running over to me. "I'm so sorry, I got tied up with those two gentlemen discussing a big conference they want to hold here. I just forgot about meeting you," she tried telling me. The elevator door closed and I punched in my floor number. I didn't look at her or speak to her. She continued with her apologies. I exited the elevator and went to my room. She was still following me. I unlocked the door and she followed me in apologizing profusely. Once in the room I turned and told her, "Take off your clothes and shut up. Your job may be on the line here but my reputation and the image of the company is also on the line. Now shut up and take off your clothes." She objected, "No way, why should I do that?" 'You'll do it to make me happy, your incompetence and negligence has caused me a lot of unnecessary work and aguish. I have also spent time trying to teach you how to do your job. You're not taking this seriously. So, I 'm going to charge you the only commodity that you have to offer without it costing you your job or money. If that's not acceptable then leave now and I'll do whatever is necessary to make sure that my meeting goes off ok with or without your help. It's your choice. No one is forcing you to do this." She just stood there for a few minutes looking at me. I was sizing her up. She was fairly good looking and yes I was going to fuck her if I got the chance. She turned and I thought she was headed out the door, but instead she said, "Unzip my dress." I went over and unzipped the back of her dress. She slipped out of it and laid it on the chair next to her. She had a hint of anger on her face as she removed her slip. Next she removed her panty hose. She stood there staring my into my eyes deciding if she should continue. She removed her bra and laid it on the chair along with her other things. Her breasts were very nice, a little more than a handfull and high on her chest. She had large protruding nipples. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her thong panties and slid them down to the floor and kicked them aside. She stood there before me, nude except for her 4" black heels. As she undressed the anger in her face changed to a smile of anticipation. She did have a very nice figure; small waist flowing into nicely flared hips and thighs. Her bush was trimmed in a narrow strip that ended at her vagina. I backed up so that I could take all of her in. I just stood there basking in her nude form. "What do you want me to do now?" she asked. "I'm not going to tell you anything, what you do from now on is up to you," I replied. She looked at me quizzically, then a smile crossed her face and she walked past me and got onto the bed. "Take off your clothes and get in here with me," she directed. I removed my clothing and got into bed beside her. She rolled over onto me and began kissing me ardently. My hand roamed up and down the back and over her well-rounded ass. I could feel her full breasts pressing to my chest. She was going to make love to me. Her lips and tongue made love to my mouth and the felt so very good. She kissed my throat and chest as she moved down to my erect manhood. She grasped my hard cock in her delicate hands and began stroking it as she kissed and tongued the head. She started sliding her lips over it and began taking it into her mouth. She moved her head up and down on my shaft until she had swallowed it all. Her expertise indicated that this was not her first time. She was definitely an accomplished cocksucker. Her tongue and mouth were definitely experienced. I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this action without losing it. She moved back up leaving a trail of kisses all the way up to my mouth. She positioned herself so that her hot wet pussy was directly over my face. She didn't need to tell me what to do. I went to work vigorously kissing, licking and sucking on her plump labia. When I moved up to take her clit in my mouth she let out a gasp and began moving her pussy harder into my mouth. I licked, and mouthed all of her pussy until she reached orgasm. Her whole body stiffened and she forced her pussy onto my face with such force that I thought I would smother. Her juices flowed and wet my entire face. It tasted and felt so good. She moved her body back down lower on me, her vagina leaving a wet trail clear back down to my groin. She straddled me and poised her pussy over my hardened shaft. She directed my cock at the entrance to her vagina and slowly slid down onto me. It was snug and warm; I could feel the inner walls of her pussy gripping me as she took me inside of her. Once she had engulfed me all the way she began rocking back and forth. The feeling was incredible. She rode me in this manner, moving with more force with each stroke. I suckled and tongued her breasts and nipples as she continued riding me. She reached down to work her clitoris with her fingers as she moved on me. Her movements became more vigorous as she continued stroking her wet pussy on my cock. I came hard, my dick swelling even more as it erupted inside of her. She continued riding me until she climaxed with such force that I felt she was going to separate my cock from my body. It was incredible. She collapsed down onto me. I held her tightly for a long while. I felt myself soften and slip out of her. Eventually she got up and went to the bathroom. She came back with and a wet warm washcloth and cleaned our combined juices off my body. She dressed and as she was leaving she turned, "I'll see you in the morning lover." The next morning when I arrived at the meeting room she was there directing the catering staff in the set up of our continental breakfast. Everything looked good. She turned to me and beamed as if to ask is this ok, and it was. After the catering staff had left the room and we were alone she came over and gave me a hug and a kiss full on the mouth. "Thank you, I'll do good today and for the rest of your meeting. Is there a chance we can repeat last night?" She was trying; we'd just have to see how it would go. The days meeting went good. Allison came back two or three times during the day to check on things. After the meeting was over for the day and I was arranging some of my materials for the next day Allison came into the meeting room. We were standing off to the side of the room at a table where I laid out the hand out materials. We went over the setup for the next day and she had everything down. The only difference was a banquet dinner that we were having the hotel do. I invited her to join us for dinner and she accepted. She had closed the meeting room door when she came in and we were alone in the room. I stepped over behind her and put my arms around her and cupped her breasts as I kissed her neck. She swooned and pressed her ass back into me. I dropped one hand down to her mound and gently massaged it. She pressed harder back into me. My hardening cock was right between her ass cheeks as she rubbed on me. I dropped my hand down and started working her dress up so that I could touch her pussy. When I got it high enough to touch her pussy I got a pleasant surprise, she was not wearing anything underneath, no panty hose and no panties. All I touched were her bare full moist lips. She gasped as I massaged her pussy lips. She leaned forward with her hands on the table in front of her and told me, "Take me now, take me right here." As she leaned over I flipped her dress and slip up over her, uncovering her bare ass. I undid my trousers and got out my ready member. She spread her legs to open up her entrance and I slipped my hard dick into her waiting vagina. It went in easily. As I started stroking in and out she turned and told me, "Give it to me hard and fast!" I pumped her as hard as I could and she came within a minute or two. She stiffened and groaned with the release. It was quick, but it was good. When she had finished she turned and told me she had to go. She told me that she would see me tomorrow morning, kissed me and headed out the door. Sometimes nice things happen in unexpected places. I had gone to dinner at a restaurant and bar that was a block down the street from the hotel. I was seated at a table that faced the bar. There were half a dozen high tables between my table and the bar. At each table were three or four regular height bar stools. After I had ordered my dinner a middle-aged couple came in and sat at the bar table in front of me. The lady was facing me, and her escort was seated at her side but facing away. As I waited for my dinner I looked up into her eyes and she winked at me. She was wearing a knee length dress and had some good-looking legs. As I sat watching her she shifted on her chair and dropped her leg down and gave me a good look almost all the way up her thigh, far enough that I could see that she was wearing thigh high black hose and a garter belt. I just love that look. As I sat eating my dinner and she and her companion having their drinks she continued to flash me. Just before they left she had her legs spread and was giving me a look all the way up. She had a large dark bush and I was able to barely see the lips of her pussy. When they left she came around the table and slipped a note on my table. After they left I retrieved the note and read it. "Hope you enjoyed the show." That was nice. I retired early that night. What with the dinner tomorrow night it was going to be a long day. I rose early and went down to the meeting room. Allison was already there taking care of business. Good for her. Maybe she was learning. We made small talk and went over the days setup including dinner. Everything looked ok. The day went quickly and I had about an hour and a half before I needed to be down to the dinner. I went to my room and took a short nap. I had just gotten up to dress for dinner when Allison knocked on my door. "I'm here for my dinner date, but I need to change first. Do you mind if I do it here?" she said mischievously. She came in and hung up her clothes bag. I continued to dress, but was also watching her. She stripped off her clothes and hung them. She then removed her evening ensemble from the clothes bag. While she was nude between changes I stepped over to her and embraced her and kissed her. She giggled and pushed me away saying, "Later lover, later. And I promise you will enjoy tonight." She put on a royal blue satin demi-bra, matching garter belt, dark blue hose, and a knock out dark blue satin dress that fit her like a glove. It was split to mid thigh in front and presented a very erotic picture. It was a beautiful outfit on a beautiful girl. She fixed her hair and freshened her make up and we went down to dinner. I was quite proud to have such a good-looking young lady on my arm and she seemed pleased to be there. I introduced her to the 25 meeting attendees, mostly men, and they complimented her on her looks and on the job the hotel was doing with the meeting. If they only knew. Dinner went with out a hitch, a superb meal. The only distraction was that Allison couldn't keep her hands out of my lap. She was continuously rubbing my cock through my pants under the table. I'll have to admit at copping a feel of her thighs through the slit in her dress. After dinner we went back up to my room and undressed each other. As we entered the room we had no more that closed the door when we grabbed each other and literally ripped each other's clothes off. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies as we explored every inch of exposed skin. She was totally uninhibited and wanted everything that she could get. Hr breasts felt wonderful in my hands and her large, hard nipples stood like bullets to my touch. I lowered my hand to her womanly sex and could feel the hot liquid forming on her vaginal lips. She was hot and ready. Her hand found my erect member and she squeezed and stroked it while her other hand cupped and massaged the cheek of my ass. I lifted her and carried her to the bed and lay her on her back. She held out her arms to invite me in. We embraced and kissed deeply, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. I moved my mouth down to her nipples and began sucking on them. They were large, erect and unyielding to the touch of tongue. She pushed me over onto my back and left a trail of kisses as she moved down to my groin. Her had encircled my erect cock and she worked it up and down while she kissed and tongued the pulsating knob. Her lips slowly engulfed the head as she took it into her mouth. She sucked hard on my cock until she had taken its entire length into her mouth. The sensations of her hard deep sucking and swirling tongue soon brought me to orgasm. I didn't try to warn her and she sucked and swallowed each eruption that I delivered. She sucked on my cock until it was empty and flaccid. I pulled her up until she was straddling my face. Her hot wet sex directly in front of me. I could see her wetness, her swollen labia and could smell the musky aroma of her stimulation. I licked her lips and slid my tongue between them. They parted easily and I inserted my tongue in as far as I could inside her, tasting the sweet nectar inside her vagina. I moved my lips and tongue up to her hooded clitoris. I uncovered it with my tongue as I sucked on it with my mouth. Allison's climax was intense, her body quivered and spasmed as the waves of her orgasm swept over her. She ground her pussy hard into my face as if asking for more. She arched her back and let out a loud groan as she peaked. I could feel her vagina contracting on my mouth as each surge of her climax over took her. It was very intense. As she climaxed my cock was regaining and intense erection and I need to have it inside of her. She moved back down and placed the lips of her pussy directly on my hardened shaft trapping it between their hot wetness and my body. She began rocking back and forth rubbing her slick, swollen lips along my hard cock. When I thought that I couldn't hold it any longer she moved and rotated her hips so that my cock slipped between the lips of her pussy and I slid inside her vagina. It seemed as though her vagina was pulling me in of its own accord. I could feel the inner walls of her pussy massaging my cock as it was pulled deeply into her. Our thrusting matched perfectly as we moved to each other. I could feel the inner walls tensing on me as I stroked her deep. I felt her cervix with the head of my dick at the end of each penetrating stroke. Each time that my dick touched it she let out a muted groan. We came with an intensity that shook each of us to the core. We collapsed and lay entwined as we basked in the afterglow. My cock softened and slipped out of her as we lay there. We made love for hours. I lost count of the number of times we each climaxed and the positions we used. It was one of the greatest love making sessions I have ever been a part of. When we finally finished we were both exhausted. We probably passed out instead of falling off to sleep. It was absolutely wonderful. Somehow we woke early the next morning and made love again as we showered. This was the last day of my meeting and as soon as it was over I was leaving to catch my flight home. I thought about missing Allison when I left and came to the honest conclusion that it was more her body that I was really going to miss. Either way she ended up making my stay in West Virginia better. Once back at the office in North Carolina on Monday morning my boss, Steve, called me into his office and complimented me on the job in West Virginia. Word on my performance had gotten back to him before I did. That was usually the case though. During the next week one of the girls in our public relations group called me to ask if I could have lunch with her. I told her yes and we agreed upon a place to meet. As I arrived at a small restaurant about ten minutes from our office I was greeted by three young good-looking girls, one of which was Sally from my work. We went in and ordered and they began to lay out for me what they wanted. A little about Greensboro, North Carolina, it is a city of about 350,000, that has 24 PGA rated golf courses and many national corporate headquarters located there. The two major crops are tobacco and cotton. Several major tobacco companies have their headquarters in North Carolina. Several major textile companies also have their headquarters there. These include Burlington Mills, Haynes and many others. As a result, there is a great call for models for these company's catalogs, advertisements and marketing materials. There are a lot of good-looking models in Greensboro that work in this industry. What Sally and her girlfriends wanted was for me to photograph them so they could update and upgrade their portfolios. Most professional photographers in the area charged anywhere from $300 to $500 for a four hour session. They had heard from several people including some models that I had done this with before that I was good and not expensive. So Sally, Gwen and Alisha all wanted a photo session. We talked about what they wanted and how much it would cost, $250 each. All three of them already had pretty complete portfolios in terms of studio shots, but what all of them were interested in was outdoor natural light pictures. This was one of my specialties. We talked about the details, when where and what they wanted and agreed we would start on the following Saturday, one shoot in the morning, one in the afternoon and the third on Sunday morning. We agreed to start very early and go late to take advantage of the early morning and late afternoon sun. I called a friend of mine that worked at a local exotic used car lot and arranged to borrow some cars for those days. I already had some locations picked out. On Friday I went to the used car lot and picked up a fly yellow Ferrari. Early the next morning before the sun came up I loaded my gear and went to pick up Gwen. She was ready and waiting when I picked her up. We drove to a golf course on the edge of town that was owned by another acquaintance of mine. He had agreed to allow me to use one of the putting practice greens that was a ways away from the clubhouse in a secluded spot. We got to the green and began to set the car, wipe it down and get ready for the rising sun. Gwen was a tall slender, 24-year-old, light-completed black girl. She was skinny as a rail. She had almost no figure or curves at all. As she stripped for her first shoot setup I noticed that she was almost flat chested. This girl did have something though and that was her face; thin, fine lined features with high cheekbones and large dark eyes. Exotic and breathtaking was the only way to describe her. Love Is Where You Find It It devastated me when my husband left me for another woman. I couldn't understand why he would do this to me. For a very long time afterward I felt unattractive and alone. After awhile I learned to accept the situation and move on but I felt very bitter inside. Whenever I would see apparently happy couples I felt a range of different feelings. Anger, jealousy,sadness; I felt them all at the same time. I have a thriving catering business which serves the obvious purpose of keeping me fairly wealthy and it also helps to keep me from dwelling too much on my problems. Maybe that's why my husband left me. I always made more money than he did and I think his little male ego couldn't handle it. One day, I was sunning myself in my backyard when a shadow temporarily blocked the rays of the sun that were tanning my still firm ( for a 44 year old body ) body. I looked to see who was there and my jaw dropped. It was my son! "Mom, it's me Peter. How are you? You look great!" I quickly became VERY conscious of the fact that I was only wearing a skimpy black bikini. I quickly put a robe on to cover myself. I couldn't help but notice that my son seemed a little disappointed when I did that. "Peter, I'm allright I suppose. How are you? You look pretty good, yourself." "Mom, I don't want to live with Dad and his new girlfriend anymore. Can I live with you? I can't stand the way that Ginger comes bewtween Dad and me." My mind went into overdrive. Here was my only Son crawling back to me after a very messy divorce that pitted me against his Father, his girlfriend, mys and my Son. I was tempted to kick his butt out into the street. I was really hurt and angry by the way my Son had sided with my husband and his new girlfriend right after the divorce. Ginger was her name! Now that is a bimbo name if I ever heard one! But I looked at my 22 year old son and my heart melted. I threw my arms around him and gave him a kiss. "Of course you can live with me, Peter! I've got plenty of room for you. When do you want to move in?" "How about right now, Mom? I didn't exactly leave Dad and Ginger's house with much in the way of furniture." Peter gestured towards his duffel bag, laying on the ground a few feet away. A few minutes later, my son Peter and I were sitting in my kitchen. I made him a grilled cheese sandwhich. His favorite. It was almost like he was my little boy again. At the same time, I was filled with a sense of pride when I saw what a handsome young man he had turned into! I imagined his cell phone ringing at all hours of the day and night with girls trying to "hook up" with him. Day drifted into night as my Son and I caught up with what was going on in our lives. I told Peter about my catering business. He asked me if I needed any help because at the moment he was between jobs. I laughed and said, "Why don't you help me around the house? I could really use a hand with the housework, especially in the garden." All of a sudden, an image flashed through my mind, an image of my Son doing yard work in the hot sun, without a shirt on. I shook my head in order to clear that image out. I was disturbed that I would think of such a thing! But I could not deny that for a brief moment, I was turned on by the thought of my Son. "Is everythink O.K., Mom? You looked a little freaked out for a second." A look of concern was on my Son's incredibly handsome face. "I'm - I'm fine, Peter. I guess I'm a little overwhelmed that you're going to be living with me again, after all this time. How old did you say your Father's girlfriend is?" "She's 23, Mom. Just a year older than me. I think she's a model or something like that." I got up from my chair and walked towards the bar in the family room. I motioned for my Son to follow me. I needed a drink. I think we both did. "I guess you're old enough to drink this stuff legally now, Peter." I poured him a glass of whiskey that was left over from when his Father still lived with me. Peter looked like he couldn't believe his eyes. "Oh, wow, Mom. I can't believe your letting me drink this stuff. Don't you remember what happened when I was 16 and I drank a couple of glasses in one minute?" I remembered VERY WELL what happened. AFTER I poured him the drink and it was too late to take it back. At the same time, the memory was turning me on. "Yes Peter. I remember. I hope you learned your lesson." Peter was laughing so hard, I thought he might turn color. He reached out and gently touched my arm. It was then that I realized I had taken off my robe and was now standing before my Son in nothing but a black bikini! When had I taken off my robe? I couldn't remember. And I was now filled with the distinct impression that my Son definitely liked the way I looked in my bikini! "Come on, Mom. I was so drunk, back then, I'm not sure what really happened. Tell me what happened." I let out a long sigh. I had almost forgotten that night when my Son had gotten into our liquor cabinet. The very same one that I was serving him from now. "What happened, Peter, was that you pretended to "kidnap" me. You don't remember? You tied me up like one of those girls in those "bondage" magazines that your Father used to buy by the truckload!" "I did THAT?! I thought I dreamed that. What else did I do, Mom?" "I started to yell at you and demand that you untie me. You said that I was talking too loud and was going to wake the whole neighborhood up. Then you took it upon yourself to PUT YOUR HAND OVER MY MOUTH!" All of a sudden, Peter seemed to spring into action like a cat. Before I knew it, he was behind me. His left arm circled around my waist, pinning my arms to my sides. His right hand covered my mouth, just like it did on that night so many years ago. "You mean like this, Mom? Is this how I put my hand over your mouth back then?" Both my Son's breathing and penis had suddenly become very hard. I couldn't have screamed to save my life. But I wasn't afraid of my Son. I was afraid of me and the undeniable arousal that I was feeling. For the next minute, my 22 year old Son held me, his 44 year old Mother, in a bear hug and all I was wearing was a skimpy black bikini. His hand was pressed over my mouth so hard that it tilted my head up, stretching my throat out. If he wanted to strangle me, he could have done it easily. I made a muffled "MMMPPPHHH" sound. Slowly, reluctantly, my Son took his hand off of my mouth. He kept his other arm around my waist, however. I wasn't going anywhere until he let me. "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't know what came over me. I've never stopped thinking about that night that I tied you up and put my hand over your mouth. When I saw you in that bikini, I just had to do it again. Can you forgive me, Mom, please?" Peter took his left arm off of my waist. I turned to face him. He looked like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Peter, we're both adults now. What happens between us, here in this house, behind closed doors is our business and no one else's. I haven't been tied up or even kissed by a man since your Father left me." Peter seemed to relax visibly. I stepped up against his muscle bound body. I rubbed his cock. The next thing I knew, Peter's hand was back over my mouth. This time, I was ready for it. I kissed the palm of his hand as it covered my lips and then I gently pulled his hand off of my mouth. "Peter, I know that you want to put your hand over my mouth. I want you to put your hand over my mouth, I want you to gag me, I want you to tie me up, I want you to fuck me. I want it all. But not tonight. I want us to take it slow so that we can get our minds around what we're doing. O.K.?" All Peter could do was nod his head "yes" over and over again. I stroked his cock through his jeans with my hand and then sent him off to his new bedroom with a playful slap on his tight buns. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day indeed! The night passed too slowly for me. I was having a hard time sleeping. I could hear my Son tossing and turning in the next room. I guessed he couldn't sleep either. When I did sleep, I had incredibly powerful dreams of my Son tying me, gagging me, raping me. I woke up with a start. I told him that I wanted to take it slow. Who was I kidding? I wanted my Son to fuck me right now! Somehow, I managed to get back to sleep. The morning came. I went to my big walk-in closet to pick out an outfit that my Son would like. I changed into a pair of tight, white shorts. They were so short, they looked more like bikini bottoms than shorts. I smiled as I slid into them. Next, I put on a little, black halter top. I may have had the breasts of a 44 year old Mom but this tank top made them look good. I topped off the look with a pair of black, four inch high heels. I took a few minutes to test my ability to walk around in them without falling. I passed the test with flying colors. I opened my bedroom door and walked downstairs to the kitchen, where my Son was already waiting for me. He was wearing a black, sleeveless, muscle tee shirt that showed off his gorgeous, muscular arms. He also had on some skin tight blue jeans that showed off his muscular thighs and his tight butt. I wanted my Son's huge arms to grab me. I wanted my Son's strong hands to cover my mouth. I wanted to hear my own muffled screams as his cock rammed into me. "Take it slow, huh?", I said to myself. At this rate, I was going to be fucking my Son by the end of the day. It had been a VERY long time since I had been fucked by a man. My resistance was a joke that I had told myself so that I could somehow pretend that I didn't want to fuck my own Son, right here, right now. My train of thought was de-railed by the sound of a breaking glass. My Son was looking at me with his mouth open. His hand was still in the same position that it was in when he had accidently dropped the glass of orange juice that he had been holding. "I'm sorry, Mom. I guessed it must have slipped." "Slipped, huh? I wonder what could have caused that?" "Do you have to ask, Mom? I mean, look at you. You look fantastic. I'm so hard right now, that it actually hurts." "Honey, don't worry about it. It's only a glass. I've got a kitchen cupboard full of them. How about you and me get something to eat?" I stepped up to my Son and kissed him, ever so lightly, on the lips. His cock was poking out through the tight jeans that he was wearing. All he could do was nod his head up and down. I took him by the hand and led him out to my car. As we did, we passed the full length mirror in the hallway. I was really enjoying the power I had over my Son. He was so much bigger than me, stronger than me, younger than me. If he wanted to, he could have grabbed me and raped me right there in the hallway. But he didn't. Instead, I led him out to my car like I did when he was still my little boy. I drove towards a little sidewalk cafe near our house. I drove with the convertable top down. I hadn't put the top down in years. I felt so free, so naughty, so GOOD! "After we eat, what do you want to do today, Peter? I'm all yours, today." "Oh, Mom. It feels good to hear you say that. I want you so bad." Peter's hand slowly stroked its way up my thigh. I bit my lower lip as I tried to drive my car and enjoy what my Son was doing to me, all at the same time. I barely made it, without crashing, to the rooftop of the parking garage that was next to the cafe that we planned to eat at. I parked the car and took up two parking spaces. I didn't care. Peter reached over and pressed the button that put the top up. Now, my Son, Peter and I were somewhat hidden from view. I moaned as my Son massaged my pussy through the skimpy shorts that I was wearing just for him. I screamed as Peter gave me the most intense orgasm that I'd had in years with just his hand! The echo of my scream sounded throughout the whole parking garage. Suddenly, Peter's other hand covered my mouth, silencing my scream, but making my orgasm even more intense than it already was. I watched him as he pulled a red bandana from his back pocket. He let go of my mouth and grabbed me by the throat and squeezed. My Son choked me until my mouth opened wide as I gasped for air. Then, my Son forced the bandana deep into my mouth. It was then that I discovered that I actually enjoyed it when my Son choked me and then gagged me! All thoughts I had about "taking it slow" went right out the window! "Mom, I know you want to take it slow, but I can't help myself!" My Son squeezed my breasts through the skimpy halter top I was wearing. My pussy was soaking wet. I wanted my Son inside me and I wanted him NOW! I motioned for my Son to take the bandana gag out of my mouth. He took the gag out of my mouth, but he took his sweet time doing it. Clearly, my Son didn't really want to take the gag out of my mouth. "Take us home, Peter. Oh, honey, I want you as much as you want me. Start the car!" My Son, Peter, didn't have to be told twice. He pushed the gag back into my mouth, shoved me down across his lap, started the car with a roar, and zoomed back out of that parking garage at what seemed the speed of light! His left hand steered the car while his right hand probed my breasts. In a few minutes we were safely inside our garage at home; out of sight of the neighbors, and thanks to the gag in my mouth, out of earshot. Peter couldn't wait to start fucking me. His hands moved swiftly over my body, taking my clothes off, as they went. I returned the favor. In a matter of seconds I had stripped his clothes off and gazed upon his muscular 22 year old body. The next thing I knew, Peter had laid me down on the garage floor and was thrusting his pulsating cock into my pussy. Again and again, he rammed himself into me. The sound of our heavy breathing seemed so odd given that it was in our garage. My Son pulled the gag from my mouth and gave me a kiss like I hadn't had in years. His tongue probed my mouth as if it had a mind of its own. Seconds later, he shoved the gag back into my mouth. I felt a torrent of his hot cum flow into me like a river. At that moment, I felt very glad, that I had just finished going through menopause, so pregnancy would not be an issue. I thrusted my hips upward like a piston. I wanted my Son's body so badly, that if I could have somehow absorbed his entire body into my pussy, I would have! I motioned for him to take the gag from my mouth. "Let's continue this in my bedroom, honey, ok?" "Ok, Mom. Hurry. I want to do it again." I took him by the hand, and together, we scampered, naked, through the house! A minute later, we were in my room. A second after that, my Son threw me onto the bed and dove on top of me. "Give it to me rough, Peter! Please, don't hold anything back." In an instant, Peter's hands were around my throat, squeezing it tight. "You like it when I choke you, don't you, Mom?", asked Peter, with an evil looking grin on his face. "Y-Y-Yes, baby. Please choke Mommie some more." I almost passed out as my Son's powerful hands squeezed my slender throat. The feel of his wonderful cock sliding into my sex starved pussy brought me back to full awareness. I screamed as I orgasmed for what seemed like the 100th time in the last hour. Once again, my Son clamped his strong hand over my mouth. Once again, my screams were muffled. I felt like my Son was choking my orgasms out of me. I felt a sense of dismay as my Son pulled his cock out of me, let go of my throat, and took his hand off of my mouth, all at the same time. I worried that I had done something to displease him. I didn't have to worry for long. Peter's tongue began probing my clitoris with a skill unmatched by ANY man that I had ever been with! After a few wonderful minutes of being tongue-fucked by my own Son, I heard him begin to moan loudly. "Oh, Mom, I'm going to come!" I pushed him on his back and took his erupting cock deep into my mouth. I felt my Son's semen pour deep into my throat as I sucked hungrily. He began to moan, loudly. Just then, I thought about how this was a perfect opportunity to cover HIS mouth. While continuing to keep his cock in my throat, I reached up and clamped my hand over my Son's mouth. Peter moaned with ecstacy under my hand. I took his cock out of my mouth for a moment. "What's the matter, honey? Cat got your tongue? Won't your Mommy let you talk?", I taunted him. "MMMPPPHHH" was all he could say. I put his cock back into my mouth. I found out that I liked covering my Son's mouth, every bit as much as he liked covering mine. And after all, I couldn't very well let the neighbors hear him moaning, could I? And, judging by how much harder his cock got when I clamped my hand over his mouth I knew he liked having me, his Mom, put her hand over his mouth. My Son and I fucked each other all the rest of that day and well into that night. For some people, that may be wrong. But for us, it feels very right! My Son is the love of my life and I am the love of his life. A few weeks later, I surprised my Son with a pair of his and hers "commitment" rings. I'm happy to report that neither one of us has taken our ring off since the day I brought the rings home. Maybe our neighbors think that we spend a lot more time together than most Mothers and Sons do. I don't know. What I do know is that my Son, Peter and I love each other very much, in every way possible. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Sexually. We recently had some words engraved on the inside of our "commitment" rings. What words, you ask? "LOVE IS WHERE YOU FIND IT." THE END.