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Sowing the Seeds

By: PacullaAnnia



[This incident took place several months before Lisa and Dave's tumultuous vacation in Cozumel. 

WARNING: This story deals with a very human wife who is placed in a difficult situation in the midst of emotional confusion and doubt. Temptation to go outside of or include others in a relationship causes a lot of strong feelings in some people. If you like the mix of emotions and excitement in these types of stories, please read on. I truly appreciate your comments of support or productive criticism! Comments that help improve characters, story-line, details, etc. in this or future series are not always easy to take, but I promise I learn from each one. Even true stories can always be told better! 

If you don't like non-monogamous temptation, well... I know some of you will read it anyway, despite the warning, and proceed to give it a low score and a pithy, epithet-filled comment about "sluts" and "cuckolds". So be it -- I guess it keeps the comment section entertaining...]

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Lisa was so tense after a long day of depositions that she felt like her shoulders were up around her ears. She couldn't wait to have a drink -- or two -- and then a long hot shower and a warm bed. Fortunately, she was already on her way to the hotel bar along with one of the firm's partners and an associate who was supposed to be helping them defend this case.

They had been in Atlanta for three days deposing the primary plaintiffs and she had hardly slept the whole time. This had to be one of the worst toxic torts cases the firm had ever defended, and she was emotionally and physically drained from dealing with it. Thankfully, they were finally done with this part of it and tomorrow she could head home to New York and her husband.

As she dropped into the booth across from Jim and Jennifer, both of them looking as tired as she felt, she reflected that she actually did miss Dave, despite the fact that they hadn't been getting along very well lately. She supposed that at least part of that was her fault -- frequently being sent off on trips like this one probably didn't help much.

"You did a great job, today," Jim told her, interrupting her frazzled thoughts.

"Thanks," she replied, barely glancing up. She was too tired to say much else, though she knew he was right; she had got one of the plaintiff's in the case so confused that he seemed to admit his symptoms may have begun long before the incident their client was being sued over. It didn't make her feel much better, though, and she sighed with relief when the waitress set her drink down.

They barely spoke through the first round until the pretty young blond associate finished her cosmopolitan and mentioned how tired she was. "I think I'm heading off to bed," Jennifer said, glancing meaningfully over at Jim. She had been flirting shamelessly with "Mr. Durst" ever since they got there, but as far as Lisa knew, Jim had never given in to temptation. She hadn't been checking on them at night, of course, but they had been working fifteen hour days, so she doubted anything had happened.

He seemed not to hear the young woman nor notice her pointed stare and Lisa finally had to break the awkward silence, "Alright then." Jennifer didn't even look at her. "Well, sleep well. Remember we're meeting at the front desk at nine."

Jennifer sat for another moment, finally glancing between Jim and Lisa, then quickly got up and stamped out of the bar, her heels clicking loudly.

"Are you sure you don't want to go tuck her in?" Lisa asked.

Jim regarded her with a frown, which turned into a sly smile after just a moment. "What, and get sued for harassment when I fire her?"

Lisa had heard about Jim and his antics for years -- always showing up at the firm parties with gorgeous young women, flirting with his secretaries, even a rumor of a dalliance with a young associate. From his behavior, she was doubtful that he was really worried about a lawsuit; though with willing but emotional young employees like Jennifer around, maybe he should be.

He was quite good looking, she had to admit, and his aggressiveness had actually made her avoid working with him whenever possible until this high-profile case came along. She'd gotten to know him better in the thick of battle, though, and he'd always been respectful towards her for the most part. She had caught him staring at her breasts a few times, of course, and even admiring her ass once when she looked in the mirror in the office, but nothing more than what she was used to from other men.

"Did you really think I would keep her after her performance this week?" Jim continued when she didn't respond.

"She was pretty awful, I guess," Lisa agreed. "To be honest, I sort of thought you had brought her along for other reasons..." Lisa raised her eyebrows, looking him in the eye. She knew she was taking the risk of offending him, but she felt confident that she was on target despite his previous coldness to Jennifer. 

Jim appeared momentarily taken aback, then gave in with another smile. "Ok, so maybe it occurred to me. She does have certain...assets, I suppose." Lisa was sure he was referring to Jennifer's big boobs. "But that was before our first real conversation." He shook his head and took another drink. Jennifer had contributed almost nothing to their mission the last couple days and Lisa had found herself wondering how she had made it out of law school.

"Look, Lisa... apparently you've heard some things about me, but..." he shrugged, "well, you can't trust everything you hear around the water cooler. You may not believe this, but I'm far more attracted to intelligent women." He stared hard at Lisa for an uncomfortably long moment but then continued, "I know you'd agree that Jennifer leaves something to be desired in that area." Before she could respond, he added, "Speaking of intelligence, I've been talking to the other partners about you."

Lisa was forced to hold back her obvious questions while the waitress dropped off another round of drinks. When she had gone, Lisa took a quiet breath and forced herself to wait.

Seeing that Lisa wasn't going to give in to her curiosity, Jim shrugged and said matter-of-factly, "I think that you may be well on your way to full partner..." Lisa felt her heart jump and tried to suppress a huge smile of gratitude, "...if you keep up the good work and play your cards right," he added with a wink.

Lisa frowned in sudden suspicion, but Jim saw her look and immediately shook his head and put his hand ups, "No, no -- I didn't mean it that way!" He gave her a lopsided grin and added awkwardly, "I mean, not that you're not..." 

Lisa's eyebrows shot up and Jim turned red. As much a lady-killer as he was rumored to be, Jim always seemed a little intimidated by her; she had her own reputation, she supposed -- though hers hopefully had more to do with skill and guts.

She suddenly cringed as a painful spasm went through her neck.

"You okay?" Jim asked with a note of genuine concern.

"Yeah, just tense from today, I guess," she said, rubbing her neck. "A nice hot shower should help. I don't know about you, but I can't wait to get into bed." She cringed inwardly at how that sounded, and she waited for Jim to make a lewd comment. There was a suspicious twitch of his eyebrow, but he wisely covered whatever he was going to say with a long swig of his beer.

They finished their drinks with only a minimal of discussion of the case before heading up to the ninth floor where all their rooms were. When they reached Lisa's door, Jim seemed to have worked up his courage: "Would you like me to take care of that neck ache for you?" He lifted his hands up and tried to smile casually, "I've been told these can do wonders." 

When Lisa rolled her eyes and shook her head, he added, "Purely platonic, of course -- I swear!" But Lisa was having none of it. 

"We can't have people talking, now, can we, boss?" she said with a smile, sliding her card into her door slot.

"There's nothing to tell," Jim persisted. "A friendly neck-rub for a few minutes... and why would anyone know, anyway?"

"I don't think so," Lisa said with finality as she opened the door. "Maybe Jennifer's still up, though..." she added, stepping through the door."

"Hey, that's not..." Jim began with a frown. 

"Good night, Jim..." Lisa cut him off, closing the door with a grin.

As she began stripping off her skirt and blouse, she felt a twinge of guilt. Her comments may have been a little below the belt, considering that everything she knew about his reputation was hearsay. And maybe Jim wasn't really trying anything...

"Yeah, right..." she said to herself as she slipped her panties down her legs. Lisa unclipped her bra, sighing with relief as she stepped naked into the bathroom. She massaged her sore breasts as she looked into the mirror, imagining with a wry grin how thrilled Jim would be to see her right then. Her breasts weren't as large as Jennifer's, maybe, but they were more than a handful and still firm, she thought as she squeezed them together and upwards. As she absently continued rubbing where the bra had dug into the skin, her gaze drifted downwards and she felt proud of what she saw. Her belly was almost flat from a dedication to pilates and while she was no young co-ed, she had managed to keep more fit than most of her colleagues over the years. She momentarily wondered what Jim would think of the full bush between her legs and she dropped a hand down to slide several fingers through her thick patch of pubic hair, wondering for a moment if maybe she should shave... before she mentally slapped herself.

"What am I doing?" she asked out loud, shaking her head. "I must be really tired..." 

She turned and bent over to start the shower, but she couldn't help looking back towards the mirror to gaze at her backside. While her hips were slightly wider than they used to be, she had worked hard at keeping her ass tight in spite of the years of sitting in an office for many hours at a time - and it showed. It was still firm and nearly heart-shaped and she got a lot of male attention because of it, she knew; she playfully pushed her hips up and wiggled her ass in the mirror before she felt self-conscious and laughed.

Still, she'd put her body up against Jennifer's in a bikini any day, she thought, as she stood and ran her hands down her satisfyingly feminine curves.

The idea of wearing a bikini made her realize that she couldn't remember the last time she and Dave had taken a vacation. Lisa felt a strange stab of guilt at the thought of Dave and she frowned at herself in the mirror. They had been fighting more and more this last year, despite trying counseling for awhile. They just seemed to be drifting in different directions lately. She thought about their last vacation years ago, when they accidentally ended up at a nude resort, and she smiled and felt herself blush slightly. Pushing aside that awkward memory as she always did, she murmured to herself, "Maybe that's it -- maybe we need to take a trip together; try to re-bond." If it's not too late already...a small part of her added cruelly as she stepped into the shower.

When the warm water hit her shoulders she instantly forgot about Dave and their issues. It felt so good after such a long stressful day; she stayed in for a good twenty minutes, letting the whole bathroom steam up as she soaked her tired body in the spray. Her mind wandered as she washed herself, wondering if Jim had really done all the things she had heard about. He was really handsome, after all, she admitted; vaguely realizing that she seemed to keep thinking about his looks. She had seen him in a bathing suit at a firm pool party last summer and knew that he must work out quite a bit. She had always liked large biceps, and his chest and flat tummy had definitely got her attention that day. She could imagine a young associate or paralegal being drawn to his handsome physique and confident power...

With a flash of embarrassment, Lisa suddenly realized that she had been washing between her legs for several minutes -- rubbing herself, to be honest. Her pussy was already quite swollen, and she felt a pleasant ache inside her vagina. She quickly pulled her hand away and shook her head.

"It's been too long, that's all," she said to herself. 

Quickly drying off, she felt another twinge of pain in her shoulders and looked around for her purse. She grabbed the aspirin and, never trusting the hotel glasses, she decided to open up one of the small wine bottles from the room's fridge.

Two bottles later she lay on the bed in front of the television, her shoulders and neck still aching. No matter how she shifted or propped herself up with her pillows, she couldn't get comfortable. She had even tried to distract herself by masturbating again, this time in earnest, but only succeeded in getting very wet and frustrated - images of Jim kept popping into her head, unwanted, and between her guilt and the pain in her shoulders she was unable to attain release.

She opened another small bottle and tried to watch a movie, but less than half-way through she gave up. Telling herself it had nothing to do with any horniness or possible attraction to Jim, Lisa made a quick decision and reached for the phone, calling his room number. When he answered, she hesitated, but the pain in her neck and shoulders drove her on.

"Is someone there?" a sleepy voice prompted her.

"Is that offer still on the table?" asked Lisa without any preamble, and only slightly slurring her words.

"Lisa! Of course it is. I'll be right over." The phone clicked and went dead.

Lisa looked at the receiver for a second, wondering if she was being foolish; then she looked down at herself, clad only in a pair of white cotton panties, her full breasts bare. 

"Uh, oh!" she muttered. 

She jumped up from the bed, almost falling as she immediately lost her balance. When she quit seeing stars and had steadied herself on the bed, she stepped carefully over to the chest of drawers and rummaged through them. It had been fairly warm in Atlanta and since she usually liked to sleep relatively bare she hadn't brought any pajamas, just a short negligee which was really too lacy and transparent for Jim to be seeing her in. The only other clean clothes she had was a formal suit she was planning to wear on the plane tomorrow.

A knock on the door made her jump. "Just a second," she called. She heard herself giggle at her predicament and realized that she was pretty tipsy from all the alcohol and the long day. She shook her head to try to clear it, then grabbed the negligee and slipped it over her head. On an impulse, she pulled off her white cotton briefs and exchanged them for the tiny black no-show thong she was planning to wear tomorrow. 

"He's not going to see it, anyway," she said to herself. Even so...she knew that a part of her didn't want any chance of him seeing her in granny panties.

She heard another knock, but paused in front of the mirror before answering. She laughed when she saw that her nipples and breasts were quite obvious under the transparent material, and the negligee did almost nothing to cover her thong. 

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," she muttered as she stumbled into the bathroom to grab a towel, which she wrapped carefully around herself before answering the door.

"You okay?" Jim asked. He was standing there with two more small bottles of wine in his hands, wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt.

"Well, no. I couldn't find any..." Lisa paused and decided not to try explaining the clothing situation and simply waved him in before shutting the door. An unbidden vision of what she had been doing in the shower and on the bed made her blush suddenly and she avoided his eyes. 

Feeling nervous in his presence for the first time since she had met him, Lisa blurted out "My neck and shoulders are killing me."

Jim smiled and raised the two bottles. "Would you like some?" he asked calmly.

"No, I've already..." Lisa waved at the empty bottles next to the television and Jim nodded. She cleared her throat and sat down on the bed, turning away from him pointedly and pulling her long hair up and out of the way. There was a long pause and she couldn't think of what else to say. "I'm sorry, you know...calling you so late." She was momentarily angry at him for not making this easier. "I'm just really..." she breathed out in frustration. She couldn't understand why it was suddenly so hard to tell him what she wanted.

"Yes?" he prompted. 

She wanted to strangle him. Wasn't it obvious? He could probably tell she was drunk and was enjoying teasing her.

"Well, you said..." she began. The bed shifted as he sat down next to her and she started when she felt his warm hands on her neck. She felt another wave of embarrassment wash through her when she heard herself sigh from his touch. 

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked.

"Yes...Oh god yes!" Lisa moaned as his strong thumbs dug into her shoulders. She had already forgotten her awkwardness and could think of nothing else than the delicious cessation of pain in her neck and shoulders.

Not for the last time, a small part of her wondered if she had made a mistake in inviting him to her room. It was just a friendly massage, she reminded herself. Her mind was fuzzily trying to think of something she had forgotten to say when she heard her own voice as if from a distance - speaking too quickly, she knew - "You realize that... that this is all you're here for, right?"

He didn't respond, which bugged her for some reason.

"I mean, I don't care...I don't care what you look like." What was she saying? "I mean, it doesn't matter because I'm not attracted to you, anyway..." Ok, Lisa, get a grip! 

But she heard herself giggle and tumble on, "No offense meant, of course -- you are very, very cute." A sudden terrible urge welled up inside her and she almost whispered, "I would kiss you if I weren't married." She turned and looked up into his eyes, wondering for a second if he wanted to kiss her.

She realized that she was making a fool of herself and she quickly turned away before he could respond. Seven years of higher education and five years of clawing her way up the law firm ladder and she was reduced to a blithering idiot by a few drinks -- in front of a partner, no less!

She made one last try to make herself clear: "We are...we're absolutely... NOT going to kiss or have sex or anything, you know!" Oh real subtle, Lisa! She sounded so, sooo stupid, she thought, kicking herself mentally. It was already out there, though. She had to make sure.

"Right?!" she prompted him.

"Of course not, Lisa. I'm not going to do anything that you don't want me too." It galled her that he sounded so relaxed, so sure of himself. He began kneading the sore muscles of her neck in earnest and she immediately forgot what else she was going to say as her body automatically responded with deep-felt gratitude.

Several minutes of silence passed, broken only by Lisa's sighs and moans in response to Jim's rubbing. Her mind had tuned out and it was several seconds before she realized Jim had said something.

"Mmm, what was that?" she asked.

"I said, this is an awkward position for me - kind of painful on my wrists, you know. Do you mind lying down?"

Lisa thought about it for a moment, and Jim took his hands away, which caused her body to convince her: "Okay, sure. I guess that's fine." She crawled up farther on the bed towards the pillows, reaching back to make sure the towel covered her butt sufficiently, then lay on her stomach.

Jim took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed with her. He started massaging her shoulders again, including her arms and upper back this time. Occasionally his hands would go below the towel under her scapula, but it was tucked too tight for him to do much.


Sowing the Seeds of Taboo Online!



"You always did know me better than anyone else does. Even your dad."

":)"

"Miss you."

I'm Jack and I love online instant messaging.

I'd left England aged 18 to go to university in Switzerland. As is the way in Britain, I had other university options: Mother wanted me to stay in Carlisle, or at least take the Cambridge offer. But my need to get away was so strong that I'd also applied for universities elsewhere in Europe and, having been rejected for my favourite, Paris, it was a choice between Cairo (not Europe, I know) and Geneva, and I took the Geneva option literally from the result of a coin toss.

I'd effectively been Mother's confidante since I was, say, 15 or so, as her relationships with other people broke down and withered away, so you can imagine her response when she discovered I'd be moving so far away for university. You can picture the clichés for yourself – the denial, the tearful lashings-out, etc. and finally the pained smile as she waved me off at the airport.

After trying for a couple of years, I finally succeeded in getting Mom to use online messaging! And here we were, chatting online: she in England; I in Switzerland. There was no sound; just webcam and the scroll of exchanged messages.

"Aww. I miss you too. Not long now!" I typed away, watching Mom on the webcam as she smiled and then pulled off her sweater, flashing her bra as the sweater stuck to the cotton shirt underneath! "Nice bra, Mom." I continued. The innocent flash of white lace sent my heart racing!

The shirt fell back down as Mom twisted to hang her sweater on the back of her chair. She turned back, saw my comment and laughed a little embarrassed laugh. "hahaha! Don't tell your dad!"

"I'll just consider it a late Christmas present," I said.

And my cock twitched.

To say I'd always fantasised about Mom would be an exaggeration, but nor would I say I never thought of her sexually. When I lived at home, she often worked night shifts and her attire would often include a simple shirt and either jeans or smart trousers. Occasionally, she'd showcase her incredible ass in yoga pants instead. I like curvaceous women with a big ass and maybe Freud would say that's because of my mother. Her body is similar to that of Mal Malloy (search for her), except Mom's rear isn't quite that extreme and she doesn't have the excessive thighs. I'd estimated her vital statistics to be 36C/D–28-ish–42-ish, with her waist fluctuating somewhat as she went in and out of diet and exercise fads. To complete the picture, Mom is quite tall at 5ft 11in and has probably the best legs I've ever seen anywhere; she has quite a dark tan as she often lies in the backyard in the morning sun, and her dark hair has a very slight red tint in it. Her face was still pretty too, so of course I noticed her attractiveness. I just didn't quite obsess over her like I imagine some guys do about their mothers.

Anyway, I was feeling horny: horny enough to be willing to possibly change my relationship with Mom forever. I wanted to see her bra again. At least. So I pushed ahead.

"Or two Christmas presents, rather."

"haha! Behave!" Mom entered.

"What you gonna do if I don't??"

Mom didn't say anything. She put her finger on her chin and looked pensively upwards, as if the answer were in the sky.

I interrupted: "It's very nice anyway. Where did you get it?"

"I'm not telling you that!"

"Why not?"

I watched Mom on the webcam as she seemed to brace herself. She started to type, and then she stopped, and I could see she deleted what she'd been typing. But then she started again.

"lacylace.co.uk"

I smiled. "Woo! I'm having a look!" I entered, before clicking the link.

"I can't believe I just told you that. You're gonna get me in trouble. What if your dad sees this?"

"He won't. I'll give you instructions later on how to delete a conversation from the history. This is a good site! What else have you bought from here?"

"Jack!"

"Mom. Don't be such a prude."

"I'm not a fucking prude!" Mom laughed another nervous laugh. "Just the knickers. Are you still on that site??"

"Yeah. I'm looking for your bra."

"Jack!"

"What? Oh, I found it." I did. I found the bra. "It's set number 18, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"I never would have guessed you'd buy stuff like that!"

Mom just shrugged. I smiled.

"You look fantastic, Mom." I entered. And I continued: "I'm sorry you're still with Dad. He isn't remotely good enough for you."

We'd been talking about Dad earlier and now that subject resurfaced.

"Life's comfortable. I don't think we've loved each other for years. But I'm sure you knew that. You always were a smart lad. And thanks for the compliment."

I just smiled again.

"There's a guy at work who's always looking at my ass."

":O! Can't blame him though. It is amazing. I wish Landy had an ass like yours."

I watched Mom laugh. She didn't seem astonished by my openness. We'd always been open with one another, but this subject was new to us. I feared she might try to work a way out of it so I knew I had to keep at it.

"It's fucking huge!" she said.

"Yip."

"I thought you liked boobs anyway. I remember those magazines in your room!"

"ahaha! Well, what can I say? I'm all about the curvy hourglass now. I wonder Freud might say that's because of you!"

Mom seemed lost for an answer. "I see," she said. "Back in a minute."

"K"

She jumped out of her chair and walked away. My cock was throbbing like it had never done before. On the webcam, Mom could only see down to the middle of my waist, so I pulled off my jeans and freed my cock from my boxers. It's a little longer than average – a little over 7 inches, I think – and very thick. I had a flash imagination of my mother, wearing just a thin white cotton shirt and G-string, slowly lowering herself with her back to me, moaning a high-pitched 'ah' as she became impaled on my penis. I almost jizzed right there and then, and the only time I'd touched my cock was to pulled it out of my boxers!

Mom returned, breaking my daydream, with what looked like a cup of coffee or tea, or maybe hot chocolate.

"What's in the cup?" I asked.

"Coffee. Ish."

"Ish? Did you put booze in it?"

"Irish whiskey!"

And it was a huge mug, too; perhaps twice the volume of a usual mug.

I opened the little door next to the computer tower. I'd had a little refrigerator installed there! I produced a bottle of ouzo and a bottle of lemonade, along with an icy glass.

"Ha! Beat this!" I said.

"Where do you get all that stuff??" Mom asked, aghast but still laughing and smiling enthusiastically.

"Interwebs. Poker pays for it."

"I see."

"Let's get drunk, Mom. I haven't seen you drunk since Lanzarote."

"ahaha!" She remembered the time she and I, along with Dad, went to a posh restaurant and liked the Martinis so much that we ended up getting way too drunk. "Do you remember your Dad walking home by himself? ahaha!!" Mom was visibly amused.

"Yeah. We had a better time without him."

"He's a boring old git."

Indeed I did remember that evening very well.

"I saw your boob that night." I took a big swig of my drink.

"What??" Mom just smiled. She didn't admonish me at all. This was going well.

"ahaha! Well, remember you were sat to my right. Your top was a cross-over thing. I don't know what it's called. When you got drunk, it fell open enough for me to see into it. Dad wouldn't have been able to see anything from his side. I was delighted!"

"Oh Jesus!"

"Yes, you always were kind to me, Mom. Thanks for everything. :P" I pulled my tongue out at her on webcam too.

"ahahah! What can I say?" Mom shrugged openly with her arms in the air, indeed as if to say, 'What can I say?' "Hang on. That isn't when you stopped being a boob man, is it?" she asked.

"I never stopped being a boob man. Sorry. I'm just an ass man too. And a legs man."

Mom smiled. I think maybe she knew I was indirectly describing her. And in hindsight, I suppose she knew full well now that I was flirting with her. Maybe she even knew I was trying to push her buttons.

I knew I had to be delicate. I couldn't just ask her to strip and fuck herself with a cucumber. I thought if I kept things humorous and a little silly... Well, who knows?

"Your right boob is a nice boob anyway. Is your other just as nice?"

"You're so rude!" she typed, laughing and smiling.

"You showed me your bra five minutes ago and your boob last time I saw you drunk. And you say I'm rude!"

"Well, maybe you got it from me."

"I wanted to grab it."

"Grab what?"... "MY BOOB?!"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Well, boys will be boys, as they say! And it's a good job you didn't grab it! We'd have been thrown out!!" Mom continued to laugh on the screen.

I laughed too. "ahaha! I like how you say it's a good job I didn't grab your boob because we'd have been thrown out, rather than, you know, me being your son and all that!"

Mom's expression turned into what I could only describe as a resigned smile.

"But that nipple was so appealing!"

"Jack!!!"

"They're sticking out now too."

Mom didn't immediately see that message, as her huge mug was covering her line of vision to the screen. She put the mug down, read the message and her eyes opened wide. Fortunately, our internet connection was marvellous, so when she laughed and pressed two fingers from each hand onto her breasts, I saw the jiggle, that familiar undulation of the female breast. She only temporarily succeeded in depressing the nipples before they returned to their apparent state.

"Can't push them down!" she said.

"Is it cold there?"

"No. Boiling actually."

"You might have wanted to just say yes. You know, to stop me from thinking you're turned on."

"JACK!!"

"ahahaha! Oh, I love you, Mom. You're so funny. How's the drink?"

"And you're naughty. The drink is fine, thank you very much."

"You're very sexy too. I hope you don't mind my saying so." I was completely sincere. She was in no means drunk but the alcohol had loosened her up a little. She seemed happy and bubbly, and this contributed to her looking like the MILF she is.

"Not bad for 42."

"42? I guessed 42. :D"

"Oh thanks!" Mom said.

"I meant your hips, not your age. :P"

"Oh! Oh, I don't know, actually. I've never measured it."

"Get a measuring tape!"

"Right now?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Just a minute. Actually, two minutes."

Mom left for a measuring tape. She grabbed her mug too.

This was incredible. From her expressions on screen I could tell Mom was more flattered than flustered. She obviously got male attention when she was out, but I suspect very few people, if any, ever actually complimented her. But I'd be damned if I were to stop now! I refilled my own glass as my mother returned. She dangled a tape in front of the webcam.

"Ready!" I said.

She stood up, evidently wrapping the tape around her hips, though it was just lower than the bottom edge of the window.

"Mom! Drop the webcam a bit. I can't see."

She reached forward and did so. For the first time I saw she was wearing those yoga pants I always admired as she wrapped the tape around the fullest part of her hips and bottom. I couldn't see clearly enough to see the numbers.

"Holy shit. Those yoga pants."

"That bloke at work likes them too."

"Like I said: I can't blame him. Come closer so I can see the number."

It registered a little over 42 inches – perhaps 42½. "Oh my fucking god," I entered. "That is so hot. Are you sure that tape isn't slack at the back?"

Mom leaned down to read my messages. She laughed and shook her head before turning round to show the tape was indeed tight to her amazing round ass.

"If I were there right now..." I entered, and left that sentence hanging. I suddenly felt like I'd jumped forward a little too far. "I'd measure your waist too."

Mum smiled and typed again. "What's your guess?" she entered.

"umm. 28? I don't know."

Mom stood up again. She lifted her shirt, showing her tanned torso and revealing the bottom half of her hourglass. If she were black, she might have been one of those urban models with the equally outrageous hourglass figures. I shuffled in my chair, getting a stark reminder that my hard cock was still out in the open when it touched the underside of the keyboard tray! It had been a good job I'd stayed seated! Mom held the hem of the shirt just below her boobs as she pulled the tape around to the front of her waist and leaned forward. 29.

"29," she said. "Need the gym."

"Err. No. Don't be silly." I said. I considered putting 'I'll show you some fucking exercises next month, you fucking sexpot,' but I chickened out. But who knows? Maybe she'd had just taken such a comment in good spirit, given the way the conversation had advanced thus far!

Mom sat down again. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I detected naughtiness in her smile. It was like she was waiting on more requests.

"You're very sexy, Mom. I hope you don't mind my saying so."

"You already said that!" she smiled.

I wanted to see her boobs. I couldn't think of any other way than just asking her. The webcam was still aiming downwards, so I could only see from her forehead down to the bottom of her torso and her keyboard. Her boobs were right in the middle of the frame.

"That's a nice view, Mom."

"Rude!"

"Big," I responded, boldly. "36C?" I gambled.

"Not far off."

"34C?" I knew they were bigger than that. I just wanted her to tell me.

"36D," she said. Then she put her hands under them and lifted them a little.

"They're amazing. They look like they're trying to rip your shirt open! Now there's an idea..."

"ahahaha! No, they're not that big. Your Landy's are bigger, aren't they?"

Landy was my French girlfriend. Well, I say girlfriend: "Friend with benefits" would be a more accurate description. "Actually, yeah. But they're nowhere near as nice as yours," I said. I just had to keep complimenting her. "Yours are amazing. At least your right one is. The left one could be nasty, as far as I know."

"Ha! No. It's just the same. Except for a mole."

"You have a mole on your boob?"

I actually knew this. Of course, the time in Lanzarote wasn't the only time I'd seen one of her boobs. I'd caught glimpses of her naked when I was younger, and I'd seen the mole before. I also knew it was very close to her nipple, almost in her areola.

"Show me?" I continued.

"No way."

"Please?" I didn't mind letting her know I was desperate. "Pleeease!"

My eyes never left the screen as Mom reached for the top hem of her cotton shirt, pulling it down to reveal a lovely expanse of soft white breasts and cleavage as well as the top quarter or so of her left bra cup.

What she did next was astonishing. She changed tactic, letting go of her shirt hem, temporarily disappointing me before lifting the shirt from the bottom instead, exposing her bra. Through the lacy top-half of each bra cup, I could now clearly see the brown tone of her areolae. She moved her right hand into her left bra cup, grabbing her breast and pulling it out of the cup before simply dropping the breast and bringing it close to the webcam. Her breast filled the screen as she pointed to the mole.

Mom's breast was stunningly beautiful. The nipple was quite fat and engorged. She held the breast there for a good ten seconds before reaching for her nipple and tweaking it. It was an incredible sight.

And that sight was suddenly lost as Mom hurriedly stuffed herself back into her bra and straightened herself out.

"Your Dad's here. Got to go," she said. "Love you."

"Love you too!"

And she signed off. I grabbed my cock and came within five seconds.

---

A month later, I'd finished my degree course and I was disembarking a plane in Tunis to meet with my parents.

In the meantime, I'd had another few online conversations with Mom but, while our manner was flirtatious – indeed, our relationship had probably been changed for ever – Dad was usually in the house, so we couldn't reach the same heights as before. I hadn't seen Landy. I couldn't be bothered with her.

I met Mom and Dad at the airport. She looked her usual incredible self. They'd arrived an hour before I did, so Mom had had already changed into a yellow summer dress. I could barely look at her. She looked so sexy, it was obscene. Dad actually looked OK too, having lost about forty pounds. He was still overweight, and grey beyond his years.

There was no uneasiness; on the way to the hotel we chatted about the usual nothings families talk about and it was all cordial. When I said I wanted to stay in Geneva to do another degree – law, this time – Dad was elated. "What the fuck did you do philosophy for then?" Mom said. Then she just broke into a smile and shook her head.

Besides, the temperature was such that it was almost too difficult to think about anything else! The thermometer at the front desk of the hotel block said 46°C, and I don't think it was broken. Reportedly, earlier in the week, the temperature had touched 50°C, a record high, in Luxor. I wondered with a smile how the temperatures would affect Mom's choice of attire throughout the vacation.

I got a studio room all to myself, while Mom and Dad got another room – a two-bedroom suite, and I assumed they used both beds. I just had to assume that. I quickly doused myself down in the shower, which was delightfully cold in contrast to the sweltering North African heat, before putting on a pair of swim shorts, climbing over the balcony and walking, almost running, to the pool.

It was a fantastic pool too, and the reason I suggested this resort! It was nice and big and shaped – I smiled at the thought – like an hourglass, with a bridge over the middle. I was only on my fourth length when I spotted Mom and Dad walking out onto the veranda and then out into the open yard at the pool. Mother looked just wild in her blue bikini. I was flabbergasted to see she owned such a thing. The bikini top was of the triangular style. And while those triangles did cover her breasts appropriately, they showcased her goddess-like figure to perfection. Her thighs jiggled a little in perfect synchronicity with the bounce of her breasts, and as she saw me and waved, she let Dad walk ahead of her a little so she could blow me a kiss without him seeing.

I just kept looking at her as they walked to the sunbeds. I have no idea whether or not Dad noticed my gazing. I didn't really care either, because there were dozens of other eyes fixed on Mom and her bodacious MILFy body too. How could I be blamed for just looking? As long as he didn't know I wanted to fuck the shit out of his wife, all was well and good. And my cock didn't half throb when Mom turned to put a towel on her sunbed.

As my mother lay back, I wondered if she'd later get in the pool with me. Looking around, I thought it would be a good idea to stop staring, and continued swimming.

After a while, Dad jumped in the pool with a rather crude splash. He must have asked how I was doing three times. He really didn't know what to say, so I just told him about Carthage and its history for a few minutes before swimming away.

I tired somewhat and slowed down, before being startled by fingertips on my waist. I almost hit my mother before realising it was her!

"Hello, son!"

"I nearly went to kill you! I thought you were a... umm... a shark!" I said, as my shock turned to happiness in mid-sentence.

"Just your old ma. I didn't notice how fit and healthy you looked on webcam!"

I clownishly flexed my arms while pulling my tongue out. I'm not hugely muscular by any means, but there is a swimming pool at my apartment block back in Switzerland and I tried to use it every day. I'd been quite unfit when I left England three years earlier, but now I was in good shape and I could swim for hours.




Sowing the Seeds of Taboo Online!



"That's not mutual, mother. I noticed how very healthy you are."

"Naughty Jack!" she said, pointing her finger rather sharply into my chest. "Swim with me for a bit."

Mom and I swam for only a few minutes before her breath got short. I laughed at her and she blew a raspberry before turning and swimming to the shallow end of the pool. I worried she might have been getting out, especially when she pushed herself up – showing her big bikini-covered ass in the process – but instead she reached forward for one of those inflatable pool bed things. I think it belonged to another family, but Mom didn't seem to care and nor did I as she brought it to me in the middle of the pool.

"Help me on!" she said. I just held it. Watching her jiggle around was making hard and if she were to brush my shorts, she'd know it. Holding onto the bed, Mom threw a long leg over it from the other side. She shuffled around a bit and finally lay flat on her front, before turning to look at me. "If I fall asleep, wake me up in 20 days. And don't let me burn!"

I only half-listened to Mother as my eyes wandered up and down her body, over the valley of the base of her back, and then back up over the hills of her bum, and down her magnificent, already-tanned legs.

"Don't let Dad see you," she said.

I looked up towards his sunbed and he was lying flat on his back with a hat over his face. The temperature was still in the 40s – well over 100°F – so his white skin wouldn't be white for long. I wondered which shade of pink he'd be later this evening and just laughed at him.

I sensed there was still a bit of anxiety in Mom's tone. This flirting was all new to us in its current face-to-face format. The last time we'd physically seen each other we were just your average mother and son. Now, after a month of online brazenness, we were here, together, in a beautiful swimming pool and weather conditions most people worldwide could only dream of. I had wondered on my flight if we'd end up having sex. I thought there was about a half chance: I thought Mom would either try to keep our online relationship separate, effectively living a double-life with me (And in that case, who knows how far we'd eventually go with the webcam?), or she'd be completely relaxed, accepting our relationship for what it had become. I felt the proverbial butterflies anticipating that latter possibility, and of course, an almighty stirring in my boxer shorts.

The heat had driven all but two people out of the pool – an elderly couple who were slowly pacing the width of the pool with a stiff breaststroke. I looked at them for a moment, counting the seconds in my head until they covered what looked like a quarter of the width.

"They were in the same spot last time I looked!" Mom said, laughing.

"They're getting there. What time is it now?"

"Noon?" Mom guessed with a shrug.

"They should make it across by sunset."

"Don't be so mean!" Mom laughed again.

"I'll push you around."

"I beg your pardon!"

"Around the pool. Come on." I waded to Mom's feet, held them and started paddling with my feet, slowly pushing Mom around the pool.

"Enjoying the view back there?" she called back to me, without even lifting her head.

"Very much, thank you." Why not be honest? Her more-than-considerable ass looked huge from this perspective. And I was still hard. If I were to let my cock out of my swim shorts, we'd have a rudder.

We slowly made our way around the pool. Most people were under the veranda, sipping away at something alcoholic. Finally the old couple clambered out of the pool. As we emerged from under the bridge over the pool, to my right I saw Dad approaching the pool to deliver the news that he was going into the room for some sleep.

"OK, dear." Mom barely moved.

"Bye, Dad!"

"Have fun, kids," he said, and briskly walked away.

Mom's bikini bottoms were already a little crooked when I reached forward, grabbed one side of the blue triangle of fabric and pulled it up and into her crack. I saw a bit of hair and a lot of vagina.

"Aaah! Bastard!" Mom screamed, laughing a little, reaching back to straighten it out. As she did, I did the same to the other side.

"Stop it!" she shouted.

I reached up further and pulled at the string of the bikini top. Mom had never even gone topless at the beach before, so she immediately reached behind her back to tie herself back up.

As her hands were occupied, I walked around to the side, hooked my fingers into her waistband and yanked her bottoms down to about two inches below her bottom. It looked amazing. I wondered how it had stayed so firm despite being so much more voluminous than your average woman's saggy rear.

With a desperate scream, Mom prudishly rolled off the bed to hide her immodesties under the water. "Bastard!" she squealed as I laughed at her finding her feet and pulling her bottoms back up. But I wanted to play. Her bikini top wasn't yet tied properly, so when I reached forward with my foot to hook her legs out from under her, she fell backwards, submerging completely while her bikini top floated to the surface. Mom re-emerged and continued to laugh along and take my horseplay in good spirit, but she quickly grabbed her top again, covering her boobs not before I got a good look at them. They were fantastic, hand-filling mounds tipped with almost-chocolate-brown areolae and proud nipples.

Mom steadied herself and regained her composure. Given her expression – a caring, motherly smile – her words came as a bit of a shock: "If you wanted to see your mother's boobs, darling, you only had to wait 'til we got inside." She went on: "Now are you quite finished?"

"Nearly. No. Maybe. No." I said, trying to distract Mom's attention as I reached forward with just my right foot, hooking my toe into her waistband and yanking down!

Mom gasped and grabbed my foot, making me slip below the surface. Through the water's mist, I got a quick glimpse of what appeared to be a well-monitored thin little triangle of dark hair. Still emboldened – and now as horny as I'd been on webcam a month ago – I twisted my body, staying submerged and reaching forward for her waistband. Mom tried to get away but I was too fast as I grabbed it and pulled it down over her wide hips. The view I had for merely a half second was incredible. Mom's perfect, voluptuous hourglass with its decorations looked nothing less than astonishing this close up.

She stopped me as I got her bottoms down to mid-thigh, getting a firm grasp on them. Still submerged, I reached down for Mom's feet as she started to pull her bottoms back up, and pulled them towards me. With Mom squealing and flailing around, I reached behind her, untying her bikini top and swiftly pulled it away. It was mine! I swam a fathom away, just out of Mom's reach just as she resurfaced.

"Please! Give it back!" Mom said, breathing heavily through a flustered smile, before laughing a little bit: "Come on!"

I threw the bikini top behind me where it landed and floated under the bridge. "I'll race you to it!" I said.

"Oh, you really are a bastard today!" she said. I laughed with a wicked smile as Mom stepped towards me and the bikini top. I stepped back towards it too. She tried to accelerate, but couldn't really move much faster in the water. Suddenly she let go of her breasts and dove, swimming towards her top. I followed suit, but she'd already made it to where I was, and so in the race to her bikini top I was only a little bit ahead when Mom hooked her fingers into my waistband, stood up and pulled my swim shorts down over my ass. Of course, my shorts jilted as my rock-hard cock wouldn't let them down any further. She even took a moment to give my ass a little squeeze before swimming ahead to within a foot of her garment!

I grabbed around Mom's waist just in time to stop her from getting to her top. I pulled her back and stood her up, before Mom dove under the water and squeezed my cock through my shorts!

"Enjoying the game, are we?" she asked with a playful smile.

"You're so fucking hot," I said, watching Mom push her hair out of her face and looking down at her big naked tits.

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself, young man. But you're still a little bastard!"

"Oh, you are so mean!"

I wanted Mom naked.

"Who's that?" I asked, pointing in a random direction behind her. She fell for it, turning around as I submerged yet again, attacking her bikini bottoms. I got them down to her knees, this time, before Mom joined me under the surface, grabbing at my shorts instead of stopping me from trying to pilfer her bottoms! Mom's hand went boldly into my shorts, grabbing my penis and pulling it up, allowing her to pull down my shorts, all the way down to my feet, as Mom too became naked in perfect tandem.

We resurfaced together.

"That was like an electric shock," I said.

"What, this?" she asked, grabbing my cock again, looking around and behind me. I looked around too. Only a couple of gay men on the far corner of the veranda were looking at us, and they couldn't have seen any details from their distance. Mom's slender hand pumped slowly up and down the shaft of my penis. Her fingertips didn't quite touch. She licked her lips, seemingly involuntarily.

"I haven't touched you yet," I said, smiling, though my head felt like it was spinning as we both side stepped under the bridge where both her. I had begun to feel my shoulders tingle as the sun burned them, so the shade was a relief.

"Good. I'm your mother. Boys aren't supposed to touch their mothers," she whispered hoarsely, continuing to jack me off.

Now we were under the bridge, shaded from the sun. Mom's hand was still around my very-hard cock. I reached around, placing my hands on her bum. My eyes closed in ecstasy as her legs naturally floated upwards, around my waist as I walked Mom backwards to the edge of the pool under the bridge.

Mom tittered a little. "You love that big old ass of mine, don't you?"

I said nothing, instead letting Mom's contact with the wall of the pool answer her question. 

"I don't think we should do this," Mom said, "here." But her voice had zero conviction. With my right hand I reached down further, snaking my finger down Mom's crack, before reaching all the way around to her pussy. Mom moaned a little 'nnggh'. Even in the pool I could feel she was sopping wet with her own juices. I stepped forward a couple of inches further, finally and roughly grabbing Mom's breast with my right hand. It was so soft and pliable, and her nipple felt like it would cut me open if our chests touched.

"This was always going to happen, wasn't it?" Mom asked breathlessly, looking down at me as she was now effectively sitting on my lap with her back to the wall of the pool. And my cock was about to nail her to it.

I pressed my lips to her neck as I moved my hands towards hers, , spreading her arms out into a star shape and trusting that my thrust would hit the target.

"Put it in," Mom panted anxiously. "Put it in!"

As I looked up to her face, I saw a white-pinkish body in my periphery. When I focused on it, I realised it was my dad, the wife of the woman I was an inch away from fucking, and he was walking towards the pool!

I pushed away from Mother, handing her bikini to her. "Ah! Fuck me!" she squealed.

"Put your bikini on! Where the fuck are my... Oh there they are." I found my shorts and hurriedly jumped into them.

Confused, Mom turned around and then back to me. "I'll kill him," she choked, tying her bikini top.

Dad caught sight of us, just after Mom had straightened out her bikini top. She hadn't had enough time to put her bottoms back on, so she addressed Dad bottomless, hiding her bikini bottoms in her hand while I was standing behind her in the pool as he approached her!

"I thought you were sleeping!" she said. There was still a hint of sex in her voice before she coughed it out.

Dad was so red he could have been holding a lobster and nobody would know because it would be camouflaged.

"I'm just letting you know I won't be coming out for dinner tonight. I need to rest."

"Yes, you do! You look like you need a doctor!"

"Probably. See you later." And with that he turned and trundled away.

I was already wading through the water, back to Mom, and with Dad no more than 20 feet away from us, Mom turned and jumped as I was right behind her. But she wasn't the taking this time. Her mood had gone and she put her hand on my chest and pushed me away. I grabbed her ass one last time.

"If he knew, he'd probably have a heart attack and die!" she said, flummoxed, stepping into her bikini panties, struggling a little with the water movements. I just smiled at her.

"Yep."

Mom looked at me. "Don't you care?"

"He died years ago."

Mom didn't say anything.

---

The next couple of days passed without incident. Dad didn't bother with the doctor – the hotel medic told him the burning looked worse than it really was; Mom bought some crap from some souvenir shops; and I walked and explored the town, taking hundreds of photographs, both digitally and on film. For about 5 seconds I considered asking about universities in Tunisia before considering how difficult studying would be in these kinds of temperatures. Thank goodness that coin toss directed me to Geneva and not Cairo!

Off the Tunisian coast is a small, steep island named Zembra, and to the southwest of this island we took a boat trip for the sake of seeing someplace few people see. There's nothing on the island except training Tunisian army men. About 50 metres off the southwest corner of the island, where we'd stopped to sunbathe, is another island, much tinier than Zembra, and I don't think it has a name. It's just a 150-metre-long rock on which nothing at all lives, but the adventurer in me wanted to see it. As Dad lay back on his towel, under no fewer than five umbrellas, I announced my intention to go to the water and swim out to this rock.

"Hang on!" Mom called out.

Mother removed her sarong and followed me, leaving Dad to count grains of sand.

Today's bikini was red. The top was tubular in style, so there were no straps over the shoulders. I looked back at Dad and considered pulling Mom's top down over her boobs right there and then. But then I considered fucking her right there and then too, before telling myself to be patient. I was about to swim to the far side of an island in the middle of the Mediterranean with a beautiful, hourglass-figured MILF.

"Do you know what MILF stands for, Mom?" I asked as we approached the water's edge.

"Naughty boy. I'll say no. Remind me," she smiled.

"The M stands for the female parent, the I stands for itself plus an apostrophe and a little 'd', the L stands for the opposite of dislike and the F word rhymes with duck and has the same number of letters."

"I see. Are we going to swim around to the back of the rock?"

"Yep."

"Will you save me if I don't make it?"

"I've been horny for you for more than a month. What do you think?"

And with that we stepped into the water, Mother gasping a little at the chill, before diving forward and swimming on.

I kept a slow pace, allowing Mom to keep up with me and not wanting either of us to be exhausted once we got around to the back of the little islet.

"I can't touch the bottom!" Mom shrieked. "If I start to struggle..."

I looked back towards Dad, saw he was harmlessly looking upwards either into the underside of the umbrellas, or the insides of his eyelids, and pulled Mom towards me. Treading water, my lips locked onto hers as my feet kicked. The kiss was clumsy, but I was as horny as a bull. I got frustrated that I couldn't reach to steady myself on the seabed, and broke the kiss.

"Just a minute!" I said. I pulled myself down under the water until my face was level with her crotch. Holding my breath, I pulled at Mom's bottoms, easily sliding them down her legs once they'd passed the protuberance of her hips. I put my hands around her soft bottom and pulled her towards me and kissed her mons pubis. As I sunk further I reached down with my foot, just holding on to Mom's foot, feeling for anything solid. I couldn't feel a thing! The water must have been at least 12 feet deep. Running out of air, I swam back up, crudely yanking Mom's tube top down as I surfaced, leaving her lady bits at the mercy of the fishes!

"Incorrigible," Mom said.

"Horny," I corrected her. "Horny for you."

Mom laughed as we swam ahead. "I hope you know what you're doing with this MILF of yours, young man. Once you've poked, you can't unpoke."

"I don't plan on unpoking, whatever that would be. I'd just like to continue poking."

We were silent for another minute, perhaps another 40 or 50 metres, as we approached the apex of the rock where we and Dad would lose sight of each other. I still couldn't feel the ocean bed, though.

"What did you do with my bottoms?" Mom asked.

"They're wrapped around my cock."

"You're such a good boy taking care of my belongings."

I was too aroused to laugh. "Do you want to wave to Dad? Can you still see him?" I could just make out that he was still lying on his back as before. Mom looked and waved in his direction, before swimming ahead of me.

'What a whore I've turned her into!' I thought. Now at the back of the rock, we approached a flat ledge, the top of which was about two feet above the water.

"This'll do," I said.

"I can't climb up there!" Mom almost whined.

I sunk down under the water to give myself enough leverage, before darting back up to the surface, grabbing the ledge and pushing myself up and out of the water. I turned stood there with my hands on my hips, looking out to the beautiful, vast nothingness of the Mediterranean, before looking down at my mother, who was bobbing up and down in the water below. Her handful tits looked great, floating high on her chest as the water lifted them.

I reached out my hands for her.

"ahaha! Good luck, big boy!"

Well, my mother is tall and with that big ass at the back and those big tits on the front, she probably weighed about 160 pounds! Lifting her out was easy enough, but I faked a big heaving grunt before setting her on her knees beside me.

"Don't grunt!" she cried.

"I was just winding you up, mother."

I wanted to fuck her there and then. I was a little short on breath but I didn't care – I was willing to have a heart attack and die if it meant fucking my mother in the process. But Mom crawled away on her hands and knees, away from the edge. After a few meters she stopped and, with an exaggerated sigh, lay flat on her front. She looked obscene, naked but for the back of her tube bikini top, and her beautifully rounded, soft, white ass reflected the sun into my eyes. I kicked off my swim shorts and approached her on my hands and knees as she turned her head to look at me.

We looked forward. The rock is kind of pyramid shaped so if we wanted to go any further, we'd have to climb, and, more importantly, nobody could ever see us unless they came around to this side of the island. We were alone. I settled down, lying on top of her and pressing my weight on her back. My manhood found the crevice between her ass and her legs. Its shaft was pressing against her pussy.

We stayed there for a moment, catching our breath. The heat was close to unbearable. We were fortunate that we'd been in the water for a few minutes.

I lifted up and back onto my knees. "Lift up. On all fours."

Mom turned back to me, her eyes dilated.

Her rear looked enormous as she propped it up into the air. I felt like grabbing it and biting chunks out of it. Instead I just gave it an almighty slap, which drew a scream from Mom.

"Sorry," I said. "It's just so fucking big. I love your ass. I'm going to fuck it afterwards."

"Oh my! I did create a randy young man, didn't I?!" she said, almost with joy! Her ass made the red imprint of my hand look tiny.




Sowing the Seeds of Taboo Online!



I aimed my prick at her opening and pushed forward, entering the hot realm of erotic taboo.

Mom moaned a sharp, high-pitched moan, and propped herself up on one arm, allowing me to reach around and grab her tits. I groped them harshly, such was my fervour, and stiffly tweaked the nipples as I began to pound away. Mom screamed in a combination of pleasure and pain as my thick girth stretched her wet walls while my hands mauled her boobs.

I took a moment to lift up and admire her figure from behind. From my vantage point, her hips looked huge in comparison with her waist. This woman just looked built for one thing: sex.

Mom's moans grew louder as I continued to slap her huge rump, watching the shockwaves ripple through her skin as our bodies collided rhythmically.

As I felt my orgasm approach, I slowed my thrusts as I wanted this first fuck to last. "Turn over," I said. "I want to look at you."

Still wet with Mediterranean water, Mom's torso and boobs shone back at me as if they were something supernatural.

"PUT IT BACK IN, NOW!" Mother screamed!

"I always do as you say, Mother."

"Put it innnn aowww oh my god! YES! Fuck me, you bad boy!"

"Yes, Mother," I said as I thrust away, again attacking her bouncing boobs, digging my fingers into the fleshy mounds and tweaking her nipples as if I were vainly trying to tune a broken radio!

"I'm gonna cum, Mom! I'm gonna cum in you!"

Mom's screams got louder and I wondered if Dad could hear them!

I felt my balls contract as I erupted rope after rope of my hot semen into my mother's vagina. Mom's body convulsed as if she were being electrocuted and her legs lost their grip, falling away from my sides, though my cock stayed inside her as her orgasm subsided.

Finally I collapsed on top of her. We lay there for what was probably five whole minutes.

"We have to go," Mom said.

"Wah?"

"Dad will be wondering where we are."

"I wanna fuck you again. I wanna fuck you again right now, and then probably again after that."

"You will. Believe me, young man, you will. You will fuck me hard and true. Later."

My disappointment receded as the surety of her voice echoed in my head. I put my now-dry shorts back on as Mom was looking for her bottoms, which were still in my shorts! "Looking for these, Madame?" I handed them to her.

Neither of us said anything as we swam back, though I did manage a few boisterous gropes on our swim back to Zembra and back to Dad. Mom didn't admonish me; she just smiled and shook her head as she swam along. I stayed quiet, leaving her to come to terms with the fact that we were now, unequivocally, lovers.

---

Poor Dad had a heart attack and died at 39,000 feet as the plane back from Tunisia rumbled over the Alps. Mom and I had fucked a few more times in Tunis – once in the ladies' restroom at a restaurant while Dad was sitting there at the table by himself! Initially, Mom insisted we leave our frolicking where we left it in Africa. And that idea lasted until about 2 hours after Dad's funeral, when she came downstairs in a terrycloth robe, and the only sensible thing to do was to strip it off her and fuck her through the night in Dad's reverence.

I went back to Geneva to continue my studies, seeing and fucking Mom's big ass regularly in between semesters, but nothing will ever beat the intensity of that first time.



Sowing the Seeds



"Do you mind if I move this down just a bit, Lisa? Your whole back is totally in knots."

Lisa had just begun drifting off, but muttered something affirmative. Jim carefully pulled the towel down to her lower back, giving a small grunt when he spotted the lacy negligee.

"Nice," he said.

Lisa muttered a small "thanks" automatically, but immediately zoned out again when she felt his strong fingers on her back. She soon realized that he hadn't been exaggerating about his hands. All her other concerns seemed to drift away as the whole of her awareness focused itself on his amazing touch.

A little while later, she felt his weight shift on the bed and realized that he was now working on her lower back. She felt tingles of pleasure radiating from where his hands pressed down on either side of her spine. A small part of her mind wondered that she could feel his warm palms directly against her skin, but the overwhelming feeling of relief and contentment drove it from her thoughts.

She distantly sensed him move again and begin massaging her ankles, gradually sliding his wonderful hands over her calves before kneading her thighs. She hadn't realized how sore they were from all the walking they'd done, as well as from the long hours of sitting in depositions. When he reached her uppers thighs and his powerful thumbs began squeezing the tightness out of her muscles, she was just dimly aware of his position behind her. It was only later that she realized that he must have had quite a view up between her legs, with her rear only barely covered by her small thong. 

Lisa's whole body felt like Jell-O -- a very happy and relaxed Jell-O. It would be perfect just to drift off to sleep right now, she thought. Something nagged at her mind -- something she was supposed to worry about -- but it flitted away as soon as she made an effort to grasp it.

She woke with a start at the sound of snoring, and giggled as she realized that it was her own. She could barely feel the rest of her body, almost as if she was floating high up above it. Her mind was swimming in circles from the alcohol and the effects of the massage, but as she lay there for a minute, she knew that the moaning she heard was her own, in response to Jim's continuing massage of her aching muscles. 

For some reason, it didn't bother her much that he was squeezing her ass cheeks, hitting various pressure points that she didn't even know she had. She had never really had a good massage before, and she vaguely wondered if they could make this a regular thing, before something told her that that might be a bad idea.

In the end, the strange feeling in her breasts and between her legs snuck up on her so gradually she didn't really notice it until she was unconsciously trying to squeeze her legs together. Each time Jim would knead her ass, her cheeks would spread apart, causing her pussy lips to open and then close again; some of his movements simply caused them to rub against each other back and forth, over and over. The friction and spreading, along with a soft warm breeze against her bare asshole and pussy lips, was definitely starting to turn her on and she could feel herself starting to get wet.

"Wait..." she thought suddenly. "How can I...?"

It was then that she felt what reminded her, ironically, of Dave's scratchy cheeks brush up against her inner thighs and something soft and wet slide smoothly along the skin between her right thigh and labia. Feeling like she was trying to pull herself up out of a deep well of relaxation, Lisa noticed with a small jab of concern that her legs were spread slightly and she could feel the pressure of Jim's legs down lower against her calves. She twitched and tried to close her legs, but something was holding them open and she could only lie there dazed while she felt the soft warm tickling feeling trail up the right side of her labia and over the sensitive skin above her pussy. She gasped as it circled her asshole several times before sliding back down the left side of her pussy lips -- almost but not quite touching them. 

Lisa was quite definite that she felt a light fluttering sensation over her clit and she tried to sit back and turn her head, but just then Jim shifted forward and rubbed his hands from the small of her back all the way up to her neck. She was pressed down into the bed from his weight and couldn't move. It was then that she felt something else - something soft, yet hard - brush against her inner thigh, just below her vulva, and like the other thing it seemed to leave a trail of wetness on her skin.

Later, she would feel ashamed that she didn't realize more quickly what was going on; but then, she would remind herself, she was under the spell of alcohol and his amazing hands.

"Jim," she tried to say, but her mouth felt so dry it was hard to get the words out.

"Jim," she tried again. She was now feeling quite a bit more awake, though still woozy. She reached down along her sides and found that her negligee was bunched up under her armpits and when she reached lower she couldn't find the straps of her thong. Through the inexplicable throbbing in her pussy and tingling in her nipples she felt a moment of fear and her heart began beating faster.

"What happened... where're my panties?" she asked weakly. Jim was massaging her shoulders again, which caused her to moan in spite of herself.

"They were just getting in the way," he whispered in her ear.

Just then she felt something hard and long sliding up between her ass cheeks and finally she grasped the fact that Jim was poised on top her, naked, with his bare cock mere inches from her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a quietly dangerous voice. Part of her groggy mind was trying to run through various scenarios of lawsuits and police involvement, but she couldn't seem to think straight, and her body didn't seem to be cooperating either. 

"I'm giving you a relaxing, full body massage, like you wanted, Lisa," Jim replied, with only a hint of nervousness -- the first she had heard since he had come to her room.

"I don't remember ever saying that... that you could take off my panties," Lisa pointed out. "Or your clothes..." 

Jim had settled down on top of her, his muscular chest against her bare back, and she could still feel his cock sliding up and down between her cheeks, gliding smoothly in the wetness it seemed to be coating her with. It felt amazingly hard and she could tell that it was quite thick. She tried not to think about how it felt rubbing along her cleft and even occasionally against the sensitive skin of her asshole and to focus on the potentially scary situation in which she found herself.

"Are you saying that you don't like the massage?" Jim asked, lifting up slightly.

Lisa thought of turning over then, but rejected the idea as it not only would bear her breasts to him but might put her pussy in an even more vulnerable position. 

"Be honest, now," Jim continued, sliding further up this time until Lisa could feel his balls press against her cheeks. "You did think of this when you invited me over, when you asked me to rub you...?" His confident tone had returned, and Lisa found herself unwillingly examining her behavior since she had come back to her room.

Later, she would never be able to explain it or justify it fully, even to herself, but in that moment a series of feelings hit her like a perfect storm: the excitement of having a strong, powerful, sexy man desiring her; the depressing thought of Dave's relative weakness and inability to interest her lately, not to mention their constant fighting; the amorphous yet deeply-felt need that came from a lack of sex for months; and, of course - while it wasn't really a good excuse - she had drunk quite a bit.

For whatever reasons, the end result was that Lisa suddenly came to a decision, one that she would later come to question more than once: she wasn't going to tell anyone about this; nor would she scream and fight; nor even tell Jim that he was a bastard and should get off of her. She simply reached back and tried to take control of the situation, grabbing a hold of his thick cock where it was pushing against her. 

She couldn't help but moan when she felt how huge around it was; much thicker than Dave's, though about as long. She stroked it for a moment as Jim groaned and thrust against her hand, then pushed it down lower so that it barely touched against her pussy lips.

"One rule," she said firmly, squeezing him tightly as if to emphasize her seriousness.

"Ow! Yes! What is it?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"We are NOT having sex," Lisa replied, finally rubbing the fat head in between her engorged lips. She felt herself straining backwards and her pussy clenching at his cock, but she resisted the urge to simply let him fuck her. "You can't put it inside me. Do you understand?"

When he hesitated, she squeezed him hard and pushed him away.

"Okay, okay! I understand. I mean, I agree with you!" he yelled. 

Lisa went back to rubbing the head up and down her slit, feeling their juices mixing together. Now that she had made her decision, she felt much more aware of everything and she noticed that she was extremely wet and open - she had better be careful or he would slip right inside. She pulled him forward a little, but instead of allowing him in, she redirected the head down to her clit, which was quite swollen and prominent by then. 

"You're right, Lisa," Jim continued. "If we gave in, it could get complicated. This way..."

"Just shut up and rub my clit, will you?" Lisa interrupted him. Even in her muddled state, she knew they were on extremely shaky ground and right then she didn't want to delve too deeply into the ramifications of what they were doing. She felt angry at him and angry at herself for letting herself get into this situation -- but she felt like they had already gone too far. She was beginning to feel distant pangs of guilt and wanted to put off the full effect until after they had at least enjoyed what they had already started.

Jim gently extricated Lisa's fingers from his cock and began rubbing it over the swollen knob of flesh he could feel protruding from her pussy lips.

"Mmmmm!" Lisa moaned. "That's it! Right there!" Wanting to get the most out of the moment that she could, she shifted her arm around to push her hand underneath her tummy and down between her legs. 

"That's good. Oh my god, that's so good!" she sighed as her fingers felt the thick head sliding over her pussy. "Yes! That feels...incredible!" She couldn't remember the last time she had been so turned on or felt something so deliciously sensuous. She knew deep down that there was no way to really justify what they were doing and the sheer naughtiness of it seemed to make it even more intense.

"Hold on a second," she said when she could get a breath, grabbing his shaft again as she pushed up onto her knees, spreading them wide for him. His cock felt so large in her tiny fingers that she was relieved that she wouldn't have to try to accommodate the huge thing inside her vagina. A part of her was quite tempted, however, as he resumed rubbing it against her, occasionally sliding the head up and down between the length of her lips.

Just a slight push backwards, she knew, and he would be fucking her, filling her up like no else ever had. The thought of him plunging inside her, spreading her vagina wide with his huge cock, finally pushed her over the edge and she pushed back against him dangerously while she rubbed her fingers fast over her slippery clit.

"Oh god! Oh yes! I'm gonna cum!" she yelled, feeling the contractions begin deep inside her vagina. In the heat of the moment, she couldn't help but feel a lack, an emptiness, and she wanted more than anything to thrust herself upon him and damn the consequences.

In the midst of her orgasm, Lisa could feel a pressure against her cunt, and she knew that the head of Jim's cock was there, just barely pressing into her vagina and lovingly enfolded by her engorged lips. A sudden bit of rationality -- of fear, really - caused her to stop pushing back, but the powerful muscle at her entrance was now convulsing, literally sucking him in until there was at least an inch of cock inside her, spreading the walls with its thickness. The feeling was so amazing, so intense, that she cried out again.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Oh yes, it's so good!" she yelled before her screams turned incoherent.

"Oh god!" she heard Jim groan. "I don't think I can hold it." The strain in his voice reached her in the depths of her orgasm and she realized that they were on the edge of no return, if they hadn't already gone over.

Lisa somehow knew that her guilt would be exponentially worse if she let him fully penetrate her, much less come inside her, and she dropped down onto her stomach again, still feeling the spasms pulse from between her legs throughout her body. His cock slipped out of her reluctant pussy and she groaned in instinctual disappointment. 

"You can come on my ass!" Lisa grunted back to him, as she fought to steady her breathing.

She felt his cock slide up over her throbbing asshole and for a long second, there was a strong pressure against her sphincter. Her muscles down there were still contracting from her orgasm and she wondered in distant curiosity if it might actually fit inside in her excited state. She suddenly worried that he had misheard her and a fearful thrill shot through her body as she opened her mouth to say something, but just then the fat head slid away from her tiny hole in the slippery mixture of their juices. She could feel every inch as it thrust up along her crack until the whole shaft was lying, stiff and pulsing, between her ass cheeks. 

Feeling relieved and strangely grateful for Jim's restraint, Lisa reached back to squeeze her tight buttocks around his cock with her hands. He responded by moaning loudly and pushing forward. Lisa imagined for a moment what they must look like - this muscular handsome man crouched down obscenely over her naked body, thrusting his erection in between her ass cheeks while she pushed back against him. The image made her want to cry and touch herself at the same time, but then Jim sped up and she knew he was close. 

Lisa felt his balls slapping against her now-swollen pussy, and suddenly Jim was yelling loudly and straining harder against her, nearly frozen as he shouted that he was cumming.

Lisa felt a warm liquid hit her neck and upper back and couldn't help but gasp in surprise at how powerful his orgasm was. His cock started jerking rhythmically against her ass and she felt more of his sperm hit her back, continuing for almost a minute. She was even more relieved that she had stopped him from coming inside her -- she was on the pill, but she certainly wouldn't want to risk it after that display.

She lay there for several minutes, catching her breath as Jim's cum dripped down her shoulders, her sides, and pooled in the small of her back. She couldn't help but giggle at the strangeness of the situation, but she knew that soon the guilt would hit her in full force and at that moment she decided that it would be better if she were alone for that.

"Um... Jim?" He had collapsed next to her and was now slowly stroking her hair.

"I know," he replied, reluctance filling his voice. He slowly pulled himself off the bed and started dressing. She watched him as if from a far distance, not interested in moving, though the sperm on her back was liquefying and beginning to make her uncomfortable. All of her energy was focused on not thinking about what had just happened or how it might affect her life. She wanted at least a few more moments of ignorant, satisfied bliss.

Before he left, Jim brought a towel from the bathroom and gently cleaned her neck and back, deftly pulling the blanket and sheets out from under her, then on up to cover her nakedness. He gave her one quick kiss on her upturned cheek, then smiled awkwardly and left.

Despite her best intentions to escape into sleep, Lisa lay awake for hours before she gave up and took a long shower, washing herself thoroughly and trying not to think about what had just happened with Jim -- a man who for all intents and purposes was her boss. By morning she had decided, after a cycle of anxious self-recrimination and fitful dozing, that she could never tell Dave about what happened. It would just hurt him and cause needless stress to their already shaky marriage; and in any case it would never happen again. She had been drunk, exhausted, and taken advantage of, to boot! 

She tried to shake off the image and feeling of her grabbing his warm cock, the pressure and wetness in her pussy, the sliding and jerking between her ass cheeks -- even the feel of his muscular chest against her back. 

It kept popping up in her mind, though, sending a tingle to her pussy each time. Even now, she could feel a slight soreness at the entrance to her vagina where the thick head of Jim's penis had pushed in and spread her more than she was used to. As she packed, the pleasant ache grew into a warm throbbing between her legs and she barely resisted the urge to touch herself. When she was finally packed and ready to go, she slid her skirt down and pulled open her panties to find the gusset soaked.

Taking a deep breath and shaking her head -- which her hangover made her regret immediately - she pulled up her skirt and grabbed her bags, determined to put this behind her no matter what. Before she made it to the lobby where she spotted her cohorts at the check-out counter, she had resolved to act as if nothing happened, and hopefully Jim would do the same.

Besides a few strained smiles and an awkward silence which Lisa hoped would be put down to exhaustion and his own hang-over, Jim made no sign in front of Jennifer that anything strange had happened. When they sat together on the plane, Lisa interrupted him several times when he tried to say anything about the night before, and her obvious effort at small talk finally seemed to convince him that the whole thing was to be forgotten.

When she got home Lisa greeted her husband warmly and lovingly, which seemed to be a pleasant surprise to him, and she almost immediately began discussing the possibility of a trip away together, just the two of them.