1 comments/ 168743 views/ 14 favorites A Short Story By: Troglodite45 Pete pulled into his driveway and saw Peggy from next door sitting on his doorstep. He got out of the car and heard her crying. "Hey, Peg, what's up?" he asked. "John left me," she sobbed tears streaming down her face. "What? No way. Come on inside and tell me what happened." He lived alone but had always kept up good relations with all his neighbors especially Peggy. It was cool in the house and she sat on the sofa while Pete fixed them drinks. He handed her one and sat at the other end of the large sofa. Peggy took a large gulp, coughed because it was so strong then sipped before talking. She told Pete how John and she had fought it ending up with him packing his clothes and leaving. "Pete, he called me fat and ugly. I'm not am I?" They both knew she would never win a beauty contest with looks or her body, but she was very attractive. The rest of her was a bit on the chunky side but still nice to see, he thought. "I'm sure he was talking from anger. Lots of times John told me how good you had always looked to him and he said it with pride. I fully agree with him, Peg. You are very attractive. You're always the life of any party and everybody loves you." He saw her glass was empty and went to the bar. Fresh drinks in hand he turned and she was sitting more on the edge of the sofa. She took the glass and this time sipped it more slowly. "I thank you for your kind words, but look at me, Pete. Am I really fat?" For a moment he was startled. It was like she had caught him doing what he always did when around her, trying to look down the front of her blouse. Peggy was wearing what had become known as her uniform. A loose skirt and open in the front blouse. It seemed most of the men in the neighborhood had eyes doing the same thing. Probably because being just a little bit bigger than most of their wives she had also developed a rather large chest. "Good heavens no. You're definitely not fat, just nicely put together in a bigger way than most." Pete was grasping for the right words, but what he said was true. He had never thought of her as being fat or to big. "To really be completely honest I've always liked the way you are. Women with large, uh........." "Breasts?" she completed the sentence for him. "Well, yeah, now that you mention it. I like a woman with big tits." "You really mean that? John constantly complained they were to big. I mean look at me. You don't think their over sized?" "Now that you mention it, it's kind of hard to tell for sure," Pete said setting his glass down. He leaned towards her his fingers hesitating as they slowly began to unbutton her blouse. "Only seeing them without being covered can I give you a truly honest answer, if you don't mind." It only took a few seconds before he had her blouse unbuttoned. He slipped it from her shoulders and gazed down at her massive cleavage held by the huge cups of her bra. He found the snap in front and opened it pulling the cups aside. His fingers brushed lightly over her huge fleshy breasts then he boldly cupped them. They were very heavy and soft, hanging down on her chest when he released them only because of their weight. Peggy was looking at his face as her hand touched and started rubbing the front of his pants. Pete was quickly growing an erection and she could feel him becoming hard. "Your tits are even better looking than I had imagined," he said feeling his arousal growing more into lust. "It makes me feel real good to hear that," Peggy replied as she started working on opening his pants. She found his organ and gripped it tightly. "My God, Pete. I had no idea you would be this thick and big. It sure makes John's pecker tiny in comparison. "Most women find me much to large. If you are like them I wouldn't blame you for running out screaming, but I would like to do one thing before you leave." "I don't think you're going to get rid of me quite that fast, but what is it you want?" "I'd love to fuck your tits, feel you huge boobs tightly pressed around my cock while I fuck them." Peggy moved back on the sofa and reclined. She held her massive tits apart making a spot for his throbbing cock. Pete knelt on the cushions and lowered his huge hunk of meat between her tits. Peggy mashed her flesh around his shaft and he started pumping. So much of his cock was sticking above her tits that she opened her mouth and let three inches of it slide in and out. She clamped her lips tightly around his cockhead and shaft while pinching and rolling her overly thick nipples. "My cunt's on fire," she finally said lifting her head. "Ram your huge cock in my cunt and really fuck me. I want to feel you splitting me apart and pounding your cock in me." Quickly they moved and Pete rubbed his thick cockhead over her slick cunt lips. He slowly pressed it inside watching her pussy become wider. More and more of his thick shaft disappeared in her. When he had half of his shaft in her he pulled back and saw it was shiny and slick. He pushed back down and gave her more. Peggy grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled hard trying to force him fully inside. Pete suddenly lunged and buried the rest of his cock in her. Peggy screamed and groaned. "Fucking shit, but you're big. Yeah, now start fucking me," she panted having already climaxed. Pete started slowly, then began moving faster. They found themselves moving together and soon he was pumping hard with his cock pounding her body. He watched her huge and massive tits bouncing on her chest and that made him want more. Finally Peggy screamed she was cumming and Pete's cock swelled even thicker. What seemed like gallons of his cum filled her box until his balls were drained. "That was the best fuck I've ever had," Peggy panted as the pulled apart. She leaned over and sucked his shrinking cock until it was clean. "The next time it's your time of the month you have to promise to let me really fuck your tits and cum all over them." Peggy nodded her yes. It stood to reason they spent the rest of the night together, but in Pete's huge bed. A Short Story ******Him It had been a bad day at work. My boss had been riding me all day. I came within a hair of telling him off and walking out. At the end of the day I went to the parking lot to find my car had a flat. It was hot and the lug nuts didn't want to let go. Then the air conditioner wouldn't come on and I drove home covered in sweat from my battle with the bad tire. It didn't get any better when I got home. My wife was in a bad mood, too. I tried to ignore her and stew in my own misery until she snapped something at me that pushed the wrong button. We ended up in a huge fight and I said some terrible things I didn't mean. She ended up crying and running to the bedroom, locking the door behind her. I sat pissed off in the living room nursing a beer. As my temper cooled I began to come to my senses and I felt ashamed of the things I had said. I got up to go to the bedroom and apologize to her and ask her to forgive me. Just before I reached the hall the door opened and my wife walked out with two suitcases in hand. She walked past me and glared. "I'm leaving, you son of a bitch," she snapped at me on her way out the front door. I ran after her and tried to apologize. She wouldn't listen to me. With tears streaming down her face she got in her car slamming the door and peeled off to leave me staring at her disappearing tail lights. Now the tears poured down my face. I fell to my knees and prayed to God that she would come back. I rose and went into the house still crying. Maybe she would calm down and turn around. Maybe she would come home. I love her so much, I need her, I know I can't live without her. I figure she's going back to her parents. They live two hundred miles away and I'm afraid if she gets over a hundred miles away she will be gone. I start calling her phone but she doesn't answer. It's not looking good, I'm afraid I've lost the love of my life. I wander aimlessly from room to room, I don't know what to do with my self. An hour has passed and I'm still alone. I cry and pray again. I walk outside to the backyard and see the swing I hung for her from the branch of the big oak tree. I sit in it and think of all the ways that I loved my wife and I'm so ashamed of myself. How could I treat her like I did. *******Her I was having a bad day. It seemed like everything I tried to do went wrong. First I somehow put a red shirt in with with whites and everything came out pink. I dropped one the plates while doing the dishes and it broke all over the floor. I went shopping for groceries only to find I had left my check book at home. I had to come all the way back to get it and return to the store. When I was putting the milk away it slipped from my hands and the top popped off when it hit the floor, spilling everywhere. I was in a lousy mood by the time my husband got home. I tried to tell him how bad things had been and he just ignored me. That only made it worse. I said something, I don't even remember what, but it was enough to start a big argument. I said terrible things to my husband that I shouldn't have but I was so mad and hurt. I ran and locked myself in the bedroom. I wasn't thinking, just reacting. I packed two bags and walked out of the room. My husband was coming towards me and I glared at him, daring him to touch me. He didn't and I went out the front door telling him I was leaving. He followed me out trying to apologize, but that only made me cry. I got into my car slamming my door and drove away as fast as I could. It wasn't long before my phone began to ring but I didn't answer it. I was headed for my parents house. I had nowhere else to go. I had driven about thirty miles when I started to cool down and think about what had happened. I can't even remember what we were arguing about. I just remember saying horrible things to him. I'm so ashamed of myself now. I remember seeing him in the rear view mirror. The tears running down his cheeks and how he fell to his knees in the yard watching me drive away. I think about my husband, the man I love so much. Suddenly I realize how much I need him. I can't live without him. I turn my car around and start driving back home. I have to apologize to the love of my life. I pull up to the house and run inside going from room to room but he's nowhere to be found. I'm getting frantic. As a last resort I look out into the backyard and in the gathering gloom I make out his back. He's sitting in the swing that I had begged him to put on the branch of the big oak tree. I walk out the back door and come up behind him silently. I see him sitting, his proud shoulders slumped forward shaking as the tears fall from his eyes. My heart is breaking and again I am ashamed at how I treated this wonderful man. He hears me start to sob and I see his shoulders stiffen. ***** The husband rises from the swing at the sound coming from behind him and sees his beautiful wife standing there crying. He starts walking to her and she runs and jumps into his arms. They are kissing and talking, both trying to apologize. He picks her up in his arms and carries her to their bedroom where they hurriedly undress each other. He lays her on the bed and they make passionate love. Afterward they talk. They talk about the things that led to their argument and what their day had been like. They realize how they had lost sight of the most important thing they had, their love for one another. They vowed to never let it happen again. Once more they make love reforging their bonds. They fall asleep that night holding each other tight. A Short Story I took me awhile to talk my Mom into what we did. I knew that she would be very happy with the outcome once she just gave in and did 'it'. She can be very stubborn at times though. In the end it took begging and some hard bargaining to get her to agree. I know it was worth it. As I watch her step into the light, her body aglow, all I can think is how beautiful she is. "So, how tall is your Mom?" Nick Canon asks me. Watching my Mom step out onto the America's Got Talent stage I feel nervous, proud and not a little bit sick all at the same time. "She's three foot seven." "Wow." Nick watched for a second as she walked toward the center of the stage. "I would have said six foot." I smile. "Right now she is." * * * Standing next to Nick I watch as my mom faces down the judges. They make the odd comment, ask the predictable question. Then ask her what she's going to do. "I'm going to sing." "Oh. Alright and what will you be singing?" asks Sharon. I see mom take a deep breath and set her shoulders. She's nervous. " 'Tough lover' by Etta James." I see Howie's eyes go wide, Piers Morgan kind of shows doubt and Sharon blinks in surprise. "Really? Well give it a go." Mom nods. I watch her take a deep breath. I smile as she starts to sing and the faces of the judges' change. "Wow! Little moms got a set of lungs on her." Nick tells me as we listen. Her voice strong and powerful fills the hall, the tones deep and sweet. When her time runs out she stands smiling waving to the crowd and trying too catch her breath. "Vegas, Vegas, Vegas." I listen to the crowd chanting and my heart soars! Sharon and Howie both praise my mom but, Piers sits there looking skeptical. I hear Nick beside me whisper "Here it comes." "Well I wont deny you have a good voice." Piers shakes his head. His hand reaches forward and the buzzer sounds. It's hard to hear it over the booing of the crowd. Sharon whacks his shoulder. When the crowd quiets a little he finishes. "Given your height and look I'm afraid even as good as you are that you would never be more than a novelty act. Not a million-dollar Vegas act. Sorry" The crowd boos him again but, I cringe when I see Mom lift her mic. "Why Piers, given that you're the biggest prick with the smallest dick in all Hollywood I would never have taken you for a size queen." I had to just close my eyes and snicker. My Mom, lord help us. Sharon was about to hurt herself she was laughing so hard and Howie was crying and clutching his sides. I could hear Nick chuckling next to me. "Vegas! Vegas! Vegas!" They voted. Two yes, one no. I knelt down and grabbed Mom as she came off stage. Her small arms tight around my neck. I was tempted too lift her off the ground and spin her around. But I know she hates it when tall people do that to her. Her hair was damp from nerves and the hot lights. She smells of flowers and shampoo. Nick steeped up beside us as I turned her lose. "Well Terry I love what you said to Piers and girl you can sing!" "Thank you." Mom shook her head. "I'm sorry for what I said but, I have a temper and a quick tongue to express it. Oh well done is done. Vegas, Wow!" "Yep your going to Vegas." said Nick smiling. "Woohoo!" I hugged mom again and this time her feet did come off the floor. At least a few inches. * * * I had to stay home and finish out my senior year while mom went to Vegas by herself. It was late at night after the live show when she called. She tried to act all sad but, I could hear the excitement in her voice. "Hollywood!" she screamed. "Whoo!" "It went real well. Even Piers gave me a good vote." I could hear mom taking a drink over the phone. "That's a surprise. After what you told him I figured he would be on you the whole show." "Well not so far. Maybe you have to stand up to him for him to like you? Anyway that's what's happening. How are you doing? Is your aunt there?" "Yea she's here. You want to talk to her?" I ask getting ready to get up. "Not yet. How was school? I remember my last days. Saying goodbye to everybody." "Yea. Been a lot of that." I tell her nodding even though she can't see me. "Everybody's been telling me to wish you luck." "Well tell them thank you for me. I'm doing my best. It's going to get tougher." "Yea." I agreed. "Well, I'll be joining you in Hollywood. I should be able to be with you till you win." "Danny, I don't really think I can win this. Some of the other acts are just amazing. There's one magician named Michel. I swear he could make an elephant disappear and reappear out Howie Mandel's pocket. Then there is this guy who does stuff with fire. My god he's crazy!" "Mom, mom. Don't worry about them. We've been watching for years. It's always the singer who wins. You know that." I told her. "I know. Some of the singers are good too. Very good. Damn it! I don't want to be what Piers said." I could hear the tears in her voice. "Your not! You're a good singer with a strong voice. I've told you that for years. Your beautiful and you have a beautiful voice and your going to win!" * * * Wish I could say I was prophetic, but I'm not. Mom made it all the way to the finals. Only a handful of people was left when she got eliminated. She didn't get the Vegas show, or the money. What she did get was calls from dozens of people and in the end a manager. His name was Philip Dupre. Mr. Dupre set mom up with an endless tour across the country. Nightclub after nightclub. Town to town. He got her a tour bus. It wasn't new but, it was nice. She got to sing almost nightly and the money was good! I became her roadie. Carrying her bags into places that had dressing rooms. I would check out the sound systems at the different clubs. When it sucked we had a full set up to replace it with. I put it up and tore it down so many times I got where I could do it in my sleep. None of our equipment was new but, it all worked well. When it didn't I fixed it. Three years working stage crew in high school dealing with crappy P. A. equipment was helping now. It was at the clubs where problems could happen. I swear things could go from smooth to disaster and back on a nightly basis. Seven months in we were both feeling more than a bit of strain. Philip told Mom on the phone one night that when she got done in California, i.e. two more months, forty-five more shows. We would have a month or so off. *** As we pulled up in front of the next club I heard Mom start to cuss. Looking out the window I saw the marquee. 'Terry the midget Morgan.' "Fucking ignorant pricks! Danny go check their sound system. I need to go have it out with this club owner." "Ok Mom, give him hell." I told her as I got up. Going into the club their bartender showed me where the sound equipment was stored. It was ok but, not great. I could hear Mom storming! I was in and out the club for the next hour bringing in boxes and mic stands. I saw Mom sitting in a chair in the manager's office. As I went by the door I saw her talking to him her voice simmering. He looked up at me as I passed the second time. He got up and closed the door. I brought in the rest of our stuff and talked to the bartender for a bit about the acoustics of the room. He seamed to know more about that than most of his breed. I was just setting up Moms mic when the door opened. Mom went out the front of the club without a backward look. The manager called over to the bartender and told him to go change the sign. When I went back out to the bus to get something I head her in the small bathroom. "Mom you ok?" "Yea Danny. I'm fine. We ready in there?" she opened the door and came out. "Yea just about. You sure you're ok? You look a little out of sorts." I ask seeing the look on her face. "I told you I'm fine." She said with a little heat. Then she shrugged. "I'm a little tired." As she walked past me I could smell her toothpaste. I could see where she had dripped some of it on her shirt. "I'm going to go lay down for a bit before I have to start getting ready. Let me know when seven o'clock rolls around." "Sure." I told her. *** I worked my normal miracle with their sound system in short order. Washing the ozone smell off my hands I headed across the street to the golden arches. I was going to grab and go but, looking at my watch I had them give me a tray. Having a sit down meal even here has been a rare thing of late. I sat sipping one of their new coffee creations watching the woman behind the counter. She looked board off her ass. Looking up she saw me looking at her. Her face took on a look like I was some form of garden slug. Shaking my head I looked down at my watch. Getting up I dumped the tray and went to the counter. The girl saw me coming and went into the back. In a few minutes a manager type came forward and I got some food for mom. I headed for the bus. Looking at my reflection in the side of the bus I couldn't see much wrong with the way I looked. No slime trail behind me. Oh well. If I wanted to be that kind of rodie I would sign on with a rock band. Cracking her door I stuck my head in enough to see she was still in bed. "Mom? It's time." She didn't wake. Going into her room I turned the dial on the wall and the lights gently came up. I crossed to the bed and looked down at her. I saw her then as most people see her. So very small. Sitting down on the side of the bed beside her I brushed her hair out from over her eyes. Her blue eyes slowly opened. She smiled up at me. "Is it time?" "Just about. " said nodding. "I got you some food." She caught my hand in hers. They looked so small next to mine. She saw the look on my face and gave me a slow smile. "You look tired Danny." She gave my hand a squeeze. "Just a long time on the road." She nodded. Looking down at our hands I saw her bare shoulder and realized she was topless under the sheet. She must have seen the look in my eyes cause she lifted the blue satin higher. I saw the twin points of her nipples appear and press against the cloth as she moved it. "Let me let you get dressed." Getting up I headed for the door. She called out to me just as I was about to close it. "Danny." "Yea Mom?" "Thanks for being here. I don't know if I could be doing this if you weren't here." I smiled. "Your foods getting cold." *** "Damn it Philip don't do this again. I don't like these types of surprises. It's a good one; I'll give you that but, still. Just you give me a little more warning next time." I watched Mom pacing as she talked on the phone. Her manager had booked her to do more shows on the tour. Without calling to tell us this. We had pulled the bus into a lot in L.A, got our bags together and headed for the airport. When we got there it was to find our plane tickets changed. No other warning than that. The America's Got Talent winner had invited Mom to come open for him for this weekend. Five more shows before Sunday night. She couldn't say no of course. *** The hotel was above the casino where she was to sing. It was the same one where they filmed the first Vegas show. I got Mom's bags and my own up to her room while she went to meet and greet. I must have fallen asleep on the couch cause when I next looked up the sun was starting to set. I got up and went to the window and looked down onto the Vegas strip. The lights were already coming on to battle with the burnt orange and red of the sun's last moments. "Hell of a view." Mom walked up next to me. Standing there we watched the last of the sunset together. "I was so sick with nerves the first time I was here. I think I had this same room...then again maybe not. I may have been a floor down. The view is the same either way." She looked up at me and winked. "And how are you feeling now?" I asked smiling. I knew the answer. She smiled back. "Sick with nerves and dead tired." Laughing we got her show clothes unpacked. I got hustled out as people from the show appeared like magic to help her with her make up. Going to my room I got out the only set of dress clothes I carry with me. They didn't need my help here so I was going to watch the show from backstage. I walked down with her and the stage assistant. I soon found myself waiting in a room with a huge monitor. I saw her perform from there. With all the glitter and glits of Vegas behind her she looked like a goddess and sang like one as well. I hurt to see what she could be doing every night had she won. I saw the 'Guy' who did when she finished come out give her a hug. He sang some of the songs he had done on the show. He looked board off his ass to me. Who knows maybe Mom had won after all. We had all kinds of people up in her room later. They had descended like a plague of locust just after she left the stage. I know some how I got her to eat something in between there and her room. There were record producers and radio people. Hollywood stars and talk show host. There were sports stars with too many tattoos and singing stars with too little clothes. It was at a truly ridicules hour when I herded the last ones out. They wander off down the hall talking about where they were going to next. I felt like I was looking at some alien race. They must survive on alcohol and show lights. With camera flashes for snacks. I thought Mom was sitting on the couch looking out at the Vegas light. I picked up some of the party trash. I turned to ask her something as I put the last of the liquor bottles back in the fridge. She was asleep sitting up. Her drink was held in her lap in clinched fingers. Moving over to her I knelt down. I had to almost pry the glass from her fingers. I set it on the table. She was softly snoring. Smiling I picked her up. My arms cradling her. She rolled her head against my chest and seemed to snuggle into me as I carried her to her bed. It looked ridiculously big when I laid her down in it. Standing up I looked down at her. She still wore her show dress. She would need to have it sent out to be cleaned before the next show tomorrow. Going to her bag I got out one of the long T-shirts she wore as a nightgown. I gently shook her shoulder to try to wake her. Then with more force. I truly shook her once. She never stirred. The strong smell of alcohol coming from her may have been helping but, I knew she was finally exhausted. Most people don't think about it but, small as she is she burns through a lot of energy. She takes two steps for everybody else's one. Small as she is she also doesn't have a large tolerance for alcohol and every one wanted her top have a drink with them. I turned her onto her side and caught the zipper in the back of the dress. I pulled it down to the small of her back. I stopped as I saw she had no strap across her back. My mind raced for a second to figure out how to get her out the dress without seeing her. I could I decided slip the shirt over her head and pull it down. Then take the dress off under it. I started to do that then stopped. I looked at my Moms beautiful face. Her eyes closes her features relaxed. The memories of long nights when I had fantasize about her. Like every boy does according to Freud. I looked her over. The swell of her breast pushing up the front of the dress. The smooth white skin of her shoulders. Reaching down I slowly began to peal her out the dress. I felt my breath quicken as I slid the spaghetti strap off her arms, first one side. Then gently rolling her the other. Catching the open front of the dress I eased it down. I felt myself painfully harden as I saw her nipple come into view. It was a soft pink. Hardly darker than her breast. At first it was soft then the points slowly lifted and hardened in the cooler air of the room. Breathing hard I pulled the dress down over her hips. Her breast jiggled. I felt myself throb. Reaching down into my pants to move my cock to the side a bit I was shocked at how wet the tip was. As I pulled the dress fully off her I saw her short legs and the small blue silk panties. I looked at her for a second then grabbed up the shirt. My hands shook as I pulled it over her head and lifted her soft arms up and threw the sleeves. The touch of her silky skin was almost more than I could take. I slipped the shirt down over her breast and across her hips. I covered her with the sheet and turned to go to my room. I knew I was going to have to cum as soon as I got there and maybe a few more times before I would ever get to sleep tonight. I was in true pain as I walked towards the door. Stopping I turned to look back at her. She lay there where I had left her. Those soft snore the only sound letting me know she was ok. Slowly not even really thinking about what I was doing I went back to her side. I knelt back down beside her and gave her shoulder a shake. "Mom?" When she still showed no response I slowly lifted back up her shirt till her beautiful breast were bare again. The rose pink nipples stood tall up from her skin. I looked down at the triangle of blue silk. I saw it was raised from underneath by her hair. Looking up at her eyes I reached down and caught the top of her panties in my fingers. Lifting them up I gently slid them down. I stopped as I saw a scar just above where her pubic hair began. Looking for the first time at the place where I had entered the world I felt a chill. Looking up at her face I felt instantly so ashamed. Ma hands shook as I pulled her panties back up. I reached up to pull her shirt down. My hand brushed across her breast. The soft skin giving under my touch like sponge. I stopped and ran a finger around her nipple slowly. As I did this I felt lust came back and shame fade away. I laid my hand down onto her breast and hardly believing I was doing it gave her breast a squeeze. It was so soft and her nipple was so very hard against my hand. My cock felt like a piece of steel pipe. The blue silk again caught my eye. Taking my hand from her breast I caught the elastic edge and pulled them down off her hips and onto her thighs. Mom's curls showed like white cotton candy in the dim light of the room. A white diamond of hair. I could see the puffy outer lips and a faint line of hairs running down them. Not giving myself time to think about it I leaned forward and buried my face in her curls. The soft hairs parted for my lips as I placed a kiss just above her lips. Shaking I stood up. My cock hard in my hand. I looked down at her nearly naked under my gaze. At that moment as terribly horny as I was I saw her. She looked so very small and vulnerable in that huge bed. Her body exposed before my lust filled eyes. I knew I was just a stroke away from sending cum all over her. Vulnerable. Small. Tiny even. I couldn't. Mad at myself for what I had done I quickly put her clothes to right and fled from the room. Getting to my room I leaned against the bathroom sink. I felt sick. Looking up at my own reflection I had to look away. I turned off the light and shedding my clothes pulled back the blankets. Unable to not do it, I made myself cum in second. I let the sheets catch it. I was sure it wasn't a first for them. I was many hours trying to get to sleep. The image of my Mom coming back again and again through out the night. The sheet was truly a mess when I finally passed out as much from exhaustion as anything else. Mom never asked about how she got into her sleep clothes. She finished out her four other shows over the next two days and we both slept all the way home on the plane. We weren't there nearly long enough. *** Two months passed quickly with Mom spending a lot of time on the phone talking to Philip. She did four small shows locally. Nothing much really too them. Philip was putting together a record contract for her. He said that by the time she got done with the next leg of the tour it would be into a studio for a few months then maybe another tour, four to six months, to promote the record. That long schedule stretched out like an endless road before us and we already felt tired. A Short Story We had done the middle states and West Coast now it was the south and east we would be covering. We caught a short hop plane out to Texas. The Bus was waiting at the airport gate. There were people standing in line by it as we came walking up. I saw the thrill in Mom's eyes as she signed autographs for the first time. I saw the driver Tommy leaning against the side of the bus watching Mom with a grin. Seeing me he smiled. We had become good friends on the last tour. He had started showing me how to drive a bus and if I had a CDL I could maybe one-day help with the longer runs. I carried our bags inside I tossed mine onto the couch and carried Moms to the back of the bus. As I came back out I saw her come on board. I sat down with a grateful sigh. "Ah home, couch home." Mom looked at me and shook her head. "Oh enough of that. I offered the last time, this time your going to do it. That bed in there will easily sleep two people. Hell it would sleep four of me!" I though about how much more comfortable that bed would be over the coming year and a half. I nodded. Mom sat down on the other end of the couch. She turned leaned back up against the arm of the couch and propped her feet up onto a pillow. Reaching down I took off her shoes. I rubbed her feet and she softly moaned. "So first show? Tomorrow night right?" I ask to get her talking. The low moaning was having a bad effect on my calm. She slowly opened her eyes. I switched to the other foot. "Yea Tommas is to drive us there tonight. I meet with Philip and a record exec in the morning till about lunch. Then it's to the club to get set up. After the show we go back to the old routine." I nodded. I knew the routine. We rode our moving house into the night. The hum of the wheels an old constant. We stopped only to get gas once. Dinner was in the fridge. We curled up on the couch and watched a movie together. I must have dozed off about halfway through it though cause Mom woke me at the end. "Your hell out the gate, but not much for stamina. Get to bed. I'll be there soon." Stretched out in sweat pants and a tank top I drifted off to sleep in the soft bed. The sound of the tires a gentle hum. I woke only half way when Mom came to bed. We had a couple of steps made at the beginning of the first tour. Mom walked up these and into bed. I held open the sheet and covered her as she curled up next to me. I felt her lips kiss my nose just as I was drifting back off. "Night, night." "Goodnight Mom." She felt so soft against me. *** Cities ran into cities, nights into nights. One club after another. The months drifted by in a haze of stage lights and bad sound equipment for me. At some of the clubs Mom began to be backstage for hours after her show. She was constantly talking to important people. On the phone with her manager. I saw the familiar signs of strain begin to form after a month or so. More often than not it was alcohol she smell of when she joined me in bed on the bus. She would curl up against me and be out cold in seconds. I some how kept food in her and got her to rest some of the time but, she was a burst of energy then dead mom walking. I found the cocaine in her jacket pocket after one show we did. I dumped it and she never mentioned it. I never found anymore but, soon when she came to bed I could tell she was stoned. I could see it in her eyes before they closed. She stopped talking to me like a son at times. I was her roadie. It was when I noticed a difference in her singing that I got on the phone. "Philip, this tour has to end. It's tearing my Mom apart!" "Look Danny, this is the Biz. Your Mom is under contract with me to perform. I have her booked for two more months. Now If I were to call and cancel those shows. The record deal I've set up will go out the window. That is a blow your Mom's career will not survive. Do you understand me?" "Yea I know what you're saying but, at the same time I know she needs some rest. She's not going to have a career if her voice goes" There was a long pause on the phone. I could hear typing on a keyboard. "Ok look, she only has one show this weekend. Y'all are down yonder in the Bible belt. They don't have shows on Sundays. Now her next show is Thursday night right?" "Yea." "Ok, when she finishes Saturday nights show I want you to grab a hotel, Four Stars hear me? Let her stay there till Thursday morning. Tell Tommy to take the bus and drive to the next show. I'll have two tickets for you at the airport Thursday morning. Short plane hop and she's at the show. That gives her four days rest. Good enough?" I thought about it for a second. "Yea. That'll help a lot. Thanks Philip." "Hey no problem. Look I'll check her booking ahead and see if I can do the same for her again. Say maybe in a month or so when you get up near New York. Some of the shows up there are rather close, distance wise. A good hotel nearby and she can take a cab to the show. Ok? All right now I need you to get back to looking after your Mom. She's a very special little lady with a big future ahead of her. She just has to get a bit more use to this sort of thing. I know it's hell but like I said this is the Biz. I'll do what I can to help." "Thanks Philip." *** Mom hated the idea. She fought, argued, cussed Philip, the world ,and me in general, but in the end I didn't give her a choice. I had told Tommy to head out while she was singing. I had a cab with our bags in the back waiting when she came out. "Damn it Danny I need to get to the next show!" "And you will. Thursday. Till then your going to rest your throat and get some sleep in something that's not rolling." We got to the hotel after a bit more arguing. She had wanted to pay the cab driver to chase down her bus. I gave our bags to the hop and went to get our rooms when she stopped me. "Just get the one room. I've gotten use to you sleeping next to me." Going to the front desk I knew I had gotten use to the same thing. Waking with her spooned against me. Warm and soft under my arm. Her ass pressed into my crotch more often than not. Me hard more often than not. The hotel staff followed us up with our bags on a cart. He explained where everything was to me as Mom was in too much of a funk to listen. I tipped him as he handed me a room service menu. Mom went straight to the liquor bar as she got into the room. I saw her mixing her a drink when I turned around. "Would you fix me one too?" Mom looked up surprised. "What would you like?" she ask her hand over the small bottles. "Bacardi and coke." "Sure" she started mixing mine. "You're not twenty one yet so don't make a habit of this." I had to chuckle. Pot calling kettle. Handing me my drink she took a sip of hers. "So I'm stuck here for four days? Suggestions?" "There is a full sauna, with hot tubs, spa down stairs. Get a massage. Be all girly. Take you a lot of long baths with tons of candles. Get some real food in your stomach." "A massage? You know I can't stand the idea of some stranger running his hands over me." "So get a girl masseuse." I told her taking my first sip of the drink. Damn she had made it strong. Mom looked back over her shoulder at me. She was standing looking out the window. "Oh great idea. The midget nightclub singer meets the lesbian masseuse in a hotel. A lot of good porn starts that way. Pass." I stood there feeling like I had been hit with a sledgehammer. I felt a cold chill run through me. "That is the first time in my whole life I've heard you call yourself that!" I shook my head in utter disbelief. "You hate that word!" She shrugged and looked back out the window. "It's just a word. No mater how hard I may want to think it doesn't apply to me it does. Wish I had learned to accept that before I..." She went silent. "What?" "Nothing." She turned and walked to the soft couch. Hopping up she grabbed the remote. "Order us some room service. I don't care what." *** The next morning I woke to find her already gone. Calling the front desk I asked and found out she was at the spa. It wasn't hard for me to fall asleep in the big soft bed. It was close to noon when I woke again. She was still gone. Getting up I went down stairs. She wasn't there. The guy at the desk told me she had gotten them to call her a cab. The hotel has a small restaurant I went there for lunch alone. Mom is a grown adult but, part of me worried. The roles were reversed at that moment. The kid wondering where the parent was at. I was soaking in the hot tub around dark when they brought me a phone. I could hear music in the background when I answer. She told me she would be late not to wait up. I had dinner alone in our room that night, I knew I shouldn't worry but, I did. I did something terrible. I hardly touched my food. As the midnight hour rolled past I headed to bed. I didn't sleep well when sleep came. My eyes opened with a pop when she crawled into bed with me. "Mom?" She laughed. "Who else is getting into bed with you lately?" I turned to my side towards her and she tucked herself into me. Her head against my chest. I could smell alcohol, cologne, perfume and several different types of smoke in her hair. People would always hug her like she was a little child. What they must be bathing in was a mixed reek on her now. Mom snuggled her face against my chest. Her hand ran down my side. "YOU smell clean." She told me softly. I brushed her hair down and rested my chin on her head. "I took a shower right before I came to bed." She started to get back up. "Sounds like a good idea. I smell like a New Orleans brothel on Mardi Gras week. I'll be back." "Hum." I heard her open her bag then a few minutes later a plastic click sound. After the first month of the first tour mom had carried a set of plastic steps that folded up with her. They let her reach the shower knobs and direct the showerhead. I heard the water start, then a soft pale steam came from under the door. It drifted across the floor lit from within like some living fog. I must have drifted back into sleep, but I woke up as I felt her crawl back into bed. Her white T-shirt clung to her in places and her hair was still damp. Mom lay down next to me and I turned towards her. Her back against my chest. My hand came to rest on her hip. She moved a little till she was pressed against me. My hand slowly slid down her hit to the edge of her shirt. I rubbed her leg then came back up across her thigh. When my hand went under the edge of the shirt and didn't hit silk my eyes popped open. "Mm. That feels good. My hips been hurting." I ran my hand from her hip back down to her knee and back to just below her ribs touching nothing but, soft bare skin. The curve of her hip down to the roundness of her ass drew my fingers but, I had to make myself not touch her there. "Did you bring a flashlight to bed Danny?" I wondered what she meant for a second, then I noticed that I had a steel hard erection that was pressing into the cheek of her ass. Mom chuckled. "Well, well. All that for little me." "Mom. I'm sorry. I..." I tried to pull away from her. She moved with me. I felt myself ride down in between her cheeks. She moved a bit against me. "It's ok Danny. You're a young man with a young man's need. Traveling around with me all the time they never get taken care of. I don't mind that your hard. It's flattering as hell really. A handsome man like you getting turned on by me." "Mom I..." She pushed back hard against me. In just shorts my cock had only a ver thin layer of cloth between it and her skin. I felt her ass cheeks close like warm pillows. She tensed and I felt her ass grab at my cock. A deep groan escaped from me. Mom chuckled. "That feel good huh?" she moved her ass against me again I couldn't help the moan it caused. "You're hurting baby. Am I right?" I felt Mom turn over against my chest. Her small hand went down the front of my shorts and rapped around me tightly. I wasn't breathing as she slowly began to move her fingers up and down. A deep shudder ran through me as I felt her fingers cross the tip of me and covered in precum slid back own to the base. "Do..." I heard her swallow, then take a deep breath. "Do you want me to take care of this for you? I will if you say it's ok Danny. It would only be fair since I got you this way." Her fingers tightened on me. "Mom...mom that feels so good." I saw her smile in the dim light of the room. "I know. I want you to just lay back and enjoy this. You deserve it, you ake such good care of me.Ok? Don't worry about right or wrong. It's just us." Mom sat up on the bed sitting beside me. I felt her hand go from my cock to the waistband of my shorts, she quickly had them tugged down to my knees. Knowing that my Mom was looking at my cock standing rock hard should have been embarrassing, but the look I saw in her eyes stirred my blood. My breath quickened. She looked up at my face. With a wicked smile I had never seen before She curled her small fingers around me against. Mom slowly began to move her hand up me. "How hot your skin is. God you look good. You look a lot like your father. Have I ever told you that?" she gave me a hard squeeze. I moaned, she smiled. "Your hung like him too. Wish he had stayed to be your Dad." I felt her fingers run down to my balls. She gently rubbed them "Well maybe not. All he really wanted was to try sex with a midget." I heard a catch in my Mom's voice then and she stopped moving her hand. "I've had a lot of that in my life. Most men see a woman like me as a kind of fuck toy. Something strange to try a few times. A woman who's head is the perfect height! You don't see me that way though." I heard her sob. "I never have. You're so very beautiful Mom. And you are the perfect height. For you. I love you so very much." Mom smiled her fingers tightened around me again "You've grown into such a tall strong man. Look how hard you get." She grinned at me as she stroked my cock. "O god, that feels great." Laying back I closed my eyes just enjoying what Mom was doing. I felt her take me in both of her small hands. "Do you really love me Danny?" Opening my eyes I looked down at my Mom's sweet face. "I really do. I love you Mom." She nodded watching her hands move for a second. Then she looked back up at me. "Will you always love me?" "Always." I told her softly. "And you'll never leave me?" asked looking hard at my eyes. "Never!" I told her fiercely. She nodded and looked back down at her hands. In a rush she lowered her head and took me deep into her mouth. All I could do was moan as she sucked hard at me. I felt her tongue, warm and soft licking around the head. My hand went to her head. I brushed my fingers through her soft hair. Mom reached back and caught my wrist. She pulled down hard on me, which made her take me deeper. I quickly got the idea. She took her hand away and began to softly caress my balls. Her fingers petting me. The minutes rolled by as I moaned under my Mom's wonderfully wet mouth. I felt myself twitch then. I closed my fingers in her blond hair and lifted her up off me. My cock came out her mouth with a pop. "Mom I'm about to cum." She smiled at me and licked her lips. Reaching up she touched my hand. "I know I want you to." She lowered her head back down onto me. I felt her sucking me harder now. Pulling me deeper into her mouth. Her fingers tight around the base of me pumping me hard. My fingers turned lose of her hair in a spasm and I arched my back. I felt myself surge up and into her mouth. I could feel mom's mouth working on my skin as she tried to swallow every drop. Gasping for breath I fell back onto the bed. My legs twitched and shivers ran up me as she pulled off. I opened my eyes slowly and looked up at her. She was looking at me with a strange look in her yes. I saw a single tear slide down her face. "I shouldn't have..." She looked away, I caught her hand as she started to move off the bed. I could see from the look on her face that she was feeling ashamed for what she had done. "Mom." She didn't look at me. "Mom. I love you Mom." She looked back at me slowly with tears running down her cheeks. "I will always love you. As you Son, you best friend, and... I hope as your lover." She smiled slowly. Licking her lips she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. "I love you too Danny. I'm proud of you as my son. Need you as my best friend." She paused and took a deep breath. "I would have you as my lover." Looking down at her hands she began to rub at her fingers. Soon I saw a smile then she laughed shaking her head. "You got me all sticky." "I tried to stop you." I told her softly. She shook her head. I watched her bring a finger to her mouth she slowly licked it. I watch as her pink tongue moves up the side of her little fingers. "I love the taste of a man's cum. Always have. My god but, you shoot hard though. I swear I swallowed cups full." She giggled. "I hear it's good for the vocal cords." I watch entranced as she licks and sucks her fingers clean. I took a deep breath. "Could I taste you?" Mom looked up startled. At just that moment she looked like a little girl sucking her thumb. She pulled it from her mouth; She looked at me and swallowed. "You sure you want to? Have you ever done that before?" I shook my head. She grimaced. "You might not like it." "I'll never know that till I try," She nodded at that and stood up on the bed. She caught the bottom edge of her shirt. "Well if your going to be doing that you might as well see what you're eating." She pulled the T-shirt off. I looked at her naked body for the second time in my life and felt my cock start to stir. "If you don't like the taste, let me know ok?" I leaned back onto the pillows. I watched her walk up the bed. She took hold of the headboard and swung her leg over my face. I saw the snow-white hairs then her lips touched mine in a slick wet kiss. My nose buried itself once more into her curls. The scent of her took me back to the night in Vegas. My tongue went up between her lips and Mom began to move herself on my face. I plunged my tongue up into her. Th juices there were thick and sweet. Like a bitter honey. "Oh Danny!" As I licked and sucked at the fold of skin Mom ground herself against my face. Her clit slid across my nose onto my mouth and I caught it. I sucked hard on the small nub. "Oh yes. Oh Danny Yes!" I ran my hand up Mom's legs till I held her by her ass. I lifted her up till she was sitting in my palms. I began moving her now. Not knowing where I was going to lick next she clung to the headboard. I heard her moaning louder and louder. I licked and licked till my mouth felt numb, till my tongue felt sore. I could not, would not stop this. The taste of her was water to a parched mouth. "Danny please. Please Danny make me cum. Make your mommy cum. Oh yes RIGHT THERE. Oh Danny yes. OH GOD YES. Yes!!" A warm gush of liquid poured from between her lips. I lapped hard at her for more. I cleaned her from hole to hair in long licks. My tongue shot inside into the thick viscous fluids. I heard her scream! Her cunt clutched at my tongue. Breathing hard Mom let go of the headboard. Her fingers dug into my hair. The long nails digging into my scalp. She gasped and moaned as I tired to drive my tongue even further into her. "Oh my Danny, Oh enough. I can't take anymore." Moving my hands to her waists I lifted her up off my face. I laid her down on on my chest face to face with me. Breathing hard her eyes opened and she smiled. A Short Story "Now you're the sticky one." I brushed her sweat-wet hair from her eyes. "Well fares fare" I pulled her down into a long kiss. Mom ran her hands around to the back of my head and held me tight. My hands roamed over her back hips thighs and ass. She licked at my lips then our tongues touched. I tasted her breath in my mouth. Opening my eyes I saw her looking at me. She grinned. Suddenly her feet closed from both sides around my cock. Laughing at the look on my face she began to mover her legs up and down. The soft inner arches of her feet running the length of me. "Someone's hard again." Nodding I kissed her down her face to her neck. "Danny?" I stopped and looked up at her. "Yea mom?" "I want... will you let me fuck you?" Chuckling I nodded. "I would have begged you too soon." I ran my hand down her back across the cheeks of her ass to her inner thighs. She was slick wet from her juices. I looked up into her yes." I'm not a virgin, but you will be my second time." She smiled. "Wish I had done this years ago then. I'll just have to be better than she was." Mom pushed up off my chest till she was kind of standing on either side of my hips. Slowly she lowered herself down onto me. Moving herself she guided me in. She was so warm and wet, but by far tighter than the other girl I had been with. Then her weight settled down and I went all the way into her. I felt inner muscles gripping me tight. When I was fully embedded inside she lifted her feet from the bed and tucked her legs against my thighs. She looked up and smiled. "Always looks and feels like I'm riding a horse." Laughing I pushed up making her breast bounce. "I won't try to buck you off." She giggled. "Oh no, try!" Mom started to move then I pushed up and pulled out as she rode me. Her hips going into a slow rolling motion that made me move, if possible, even deeper into her. Her juices start to run out of her. I felt first my balls then my inner thighs growing wet. There was a loud moan from her. She arched her back sinking me to the hilt. Leaning forward she moved up just as I moved down. I slipped out of her. As she came back down my cock rode up through the cheeks of her ass. The head of me rode across the wrinkled rose between. She gasped then grinned. Moving her hips a certain way I slipped back into her. "I actually like that, but not or our first time together." The idea that my Mom might one day let me have her ass to fuck caused my blood to race. I pumped up into her head. I felt her rest her hands on my chest. I could feel her clit rubbing against me. Down at the base of my cock. I watched her face as she sent moans into the air. Breathing hard I watched her trembling. "Are you close Mom?" She nodded digging her fingers into my chest. "So am I. Can we cum together?" "Yea! Oh yes baby Yes!" I reached up and cupped her breast her hands clenched into my stomach muscles. I saw her face as she started to cum. I felt myself start to shoot at the same time. "Danny! Oh yes, Danny Yes!" I pinched her nipples hard as my cum floods into her. Her head went back and a deep guttural sound came up from me. Her body in spasm joined to me by the bridge of my flesh I watched her pass out. She fell limp onto of me. I held her tight to me our sweat soaked bodies pressed tight. I felt her legs twitch against the side of my hip. I held her to my heaving chest. I heard a soft sob from her. She turned her head laying her face into my chest hair. Finally after several minutes she spoke. "Oh Danny I love you. That felt wonderful." "I love you too mom." She continued to rest her head on my chest. "How your heart is pounding." She told me in a soft whisper. I ran my hands over her slick back. "Mom." "Yea baby?" "No more drugs. No more, and I want you to start going easy on the liquor." She looked up at my face our eyes meeting. I saw a slow smile start to form. It began to turn into a wicked grin. "You're my drug of choice now, lover." She moved her hand up my chest and caught one of my nipples between her fingers. "And the only thing I want to drink is made by you." She gave my nipple a twist and as I yelped she slid down my wet stomach. I felt my super sensitive cock go into her mouth. He mouth clamped down on me like a vice with suction. I screamed! A Short Story about a Silly Girl Author's Note: This isn't a true story. * Once upon a time, there was a silly little girl. Her name was Angel, but she wasn't one. And some to think of it, she wasn't so little wither. But she was silly. Angel loved men you see, and this is a story about how that love made her very sad. Angel liked to surf the web. She loved to go into chat rooms and talk to men. She would talk about anything but loved talking about Sex. She could spin a web with her fantasies that would make men groan in delight. Angel would go online almost every night and search the digital ether for a certain type of man. One that she could tease and torment to a raging erection. Once he was oozing precum, Angel would walk to talk to him. She'd then spend however long it took on the phone whispering naughty things to get the man to cum. That was always the goal, and Angel always got what she wanted. For whatever reason it made her feel special, made her feel like there was something she was good at. But cyber hunting wasn't all Angel did online. She sometimes just surfed. One day Angel came across a website that was a treasure trove for erotic stories. Literotica.com. She was ecstatic and spent hours reading dozens of stories. One particular author stood out and she enjoyed his stories so much she sent him feedback praising his stories. To her surprise, he replied. They began talking on IM and that soon evolved into nightly phone calls. Angel was very happy. The author told her many stories about his exciting and fun-filled life. Over the course of the next few months, Angel found herself thinking about him more and more often and thoroughly enjoying the thoughts. The author told her he loved her, and regales her with stories of the life they would share together. Finally, the day came when he left his home to travel across the country to be with her. Or so she thought. She waited for him for days, becoming increasingly distraught. She contracted the police after several days to help her find him, but they could not. Finally, she e-mailed his roommate to let him know that her author was missing. By the next day, he replied to tell her that to her horror, her author had been carjacked, beaten and left for dead. But that was all. So she waited on tender hooks, her only connection to her lost love his roommate. Finally the day she wanted, waited for. The roommate was flying to her, to take her to the side of her love. She went eagerly to the airport. There she sat. For hours. Waiting for a plane that never landed. Eventually she drove home. She waited a few days, then she called the phone number of the authors house, hoping to get his roommate. It was nearly 2 in the morning, and imagine her surprise when instead of the roommate, a voice that sounded exactly like the voice of her love answered. What horror! He was in his own bed, but was he not supposed to be severely wounded in a bed across the country? Instantly there were tears. Hot and fierce they poured down her face. She whispered his name, her voice cracked. But no. The voice grumpily replied. His brother. But the voice is the same. The pain in her breast, the ripping of her heart. But no. His brother. She would, once again, give him the benefit of the doubt. The roommate died of a heart attack on his way to get her. Some time passes, Angel hears nothing. She calls again, just once more. Her love answers the phone. Her hears breaks and sings at the same time. But he hangs up on her after only a few moments, and the phone number disconnected after another few days. Angel never knew the truth. She never knew whether he actually loved her, and they were just victims of unfortunate fate. Or if he had just been playing her, jerking her around for his own reasons. But her heart was broken. Her tears flowed. Eventually she slept. But it was a long time before her heart stopped hurting. A Short Story for an Old Friend (I received some feedback from a woman with whom I had lost touch. She asked, and I could not refuse. I hope she likes it.) * Did you think I'd forgotten you? The fantasies we shared? Of course not. How could I? I still have the photos you sent me. You know the ones. Mmmm. I think of you often, and I look at those pics and wonder what might have been. Would you still like to catch me looking at them? I always loved that one. You walk up to the door of my office and can see over my shoulder that I'm looking at you as I stroke my very hard cock. Without interrupting me you slip your hand under your skirt. You're already wet and swollen. Catching me fantasizing about you - jerking off while imagining your hot sex - does that to you instantly. You can feel your nipples swell as you watch my hand slide up and down the length of my cock. A small moan escapes your lips causing me to freeze. "Don't stop," you breathe, as you step through the door, closing it behind you, "I want to watch...but maybe you'd like to see something better." You move in front of me and perch on the edge of my desk, pulling your skirt up and your soaked panties to the side. Your fingers flit back and forth over your swollen clit. "Do you like that? Is that better?" I can only moan as thick drops of pre-cum ooze from the head of my cock. "Tell me what you want," you whisper, as you place one foot on each arm of my chair. "I want to taste you." "Mmmmm. Please...lick my pussy. It's so wet!" I drop to my knees between your spread thighs as you pull my head closer, spreading your swollen lips open for my tongue. With a long, slow lick, I open your hot sex and taste you. Up, over, around your throbbing clit, making you moan and gasp. You're so turned on. I slide a finger inside your pussy, feeling you pulse and become tighter. In almost no time you are on the edge of orgasm...but I don't want to make you cum yet. I rise between your legs, still stroking my throbbing cock with one hand and tease you with the head. Slapping your pussy, sliding the swollen head up and down your dripping opening, coating my cock with your wetness. I slip the head just barely inside, making you try to slide your ass forward and take me deeper. I slip out and rub the head, again, up over your clit. I whisper in your ear, "Do you want to taste your pussy on my cock?" "Oh my god! Yes!" In one long stroke, I slide my cock deep inside you...then back out again. "Are you my hot little slut?" I ask. "You know I am." Again my cock opens your pussy and strokes inside you. "Oh my GOD! Fuck me!" "On your knees," I order you, "I want you to taste your pussy on my cock." Your eyes are glazed over with unrestrained lust. You'll do whatever I ask now. You slip to the floor and engulf my hard shaft in your hot mouth. "MMmmmm," you moan as you taste yourself on me. Deeper, your tongue stroking the underside of my cock. Deeper still, until you have me all the way down your throat. Your fingers between your thighs, stroking your clit and fucking your trembling pussy. I love the way it turns you on to suck my cock. I can feel myself getting close. The hunger with which you suck me drives me wild. I pull you to your feet and turn you around, bending you over my desk and flipping your skirt up to expose your perfect, sexy ass. "Please fuck me! Please...I need your cock!" I tease your dripping pussy just for moment - just long enough to make you beg once more - then slowly, inch by inch, slide the entire length of my cock deep inside you. Mmmm...I love feeling your hot pussy squeezing me like that. Slowly stroking in and out, then faster. Your fingers slip down to play with your clit and you moan, "Yes...I love your cock! fuck me! I'm so hot for you...I want your cum inside me!" I can feel you becoming hotter...tighter...your breath coming in quicker gasps, your thighs tensing. As you begin to tremble, just at the edge of orgasm, I whisper in your ear, "You're going to make me cum! Do you want it inside you?" My words send you over the edge. "Yessssss! In me!" I can feel you contracting around my throbbing cock as jet after jet of hot cum fills your sweet sex. Four...five strong blasts shooting deep inside you. You quickly turn again and drop to your knees, wrapping your lips around my still throbbing cock to suck out the last drops. Mmmmm. I think these thoughts whenever I look at your pictures. And I wonder if such things might still happen. Thinking of you. xo A Short Story For Sebastian Warning: This story makes reference to various groups and religions as tongue in cheek (being a pagan, a goth, and an artist). Some viewers may be offended. If you think you may fall into the category of easily taking things personally, I suggest you find something else to read. Once upon a time there was a young Gothic dude named Ernest. Now Ernest wasn't your every-day Goth. Sure, he read Poppy Z. Brite and Anne Rice and his main interests were autopsies and serial killers, but Ernest was a deep sensualist. He found EVERYTHING a sensual experience; eating, showering, drinking, talking, sleeping, shitting, wanking and even dressing. Everything he did, he got off on. Ernest's only problem was, he couldn't find anyone to get off with! He tried girls, they thought he was too weird. He tried boys, they thought he was too queer. He tried Goths but found them shallow and uninteresting. Goths could do the walk, say the talk and look the part, but to him it was like learning your times tables in primary school, all song and no substance. Ernest decided to try artists. He found artists to be sensualists, as he was, but most of them were too bright and sunny for him. He wanted someone who was much darker than most, someone who was into Poppy Z. Brite and Anne Rice and serial killers and autopsies, basically, he wanted someone just like himself. Sadly, Ernest found there was no-one else like him, so being the practical boy that he was, he did some research. Ernest researched into the archives on Judaism, Paganism. Christianity and Devil Worship (he found Christians to be only slightly more silly than Devil Worshippers). He read from the first testament to the necranomicon and everything in between that looked even vaguely interesting. He spoke to witches, warlocks, white-lighters and wiccans. Finally, Ernest thought he had everything he needed. He bought lots of candle wax and dug soil and bought incenses and herbs and oils. He collected candles, rose leaves and water, wrote out all of the words he would have to say, made a symbol, found a chalice and athame. He collected samples of his own hair and nails, blood and semen, and once he had it all set, he prepared for the ritual. Ernest spent three days eating only meats and animal products, three days eating only vegetables and drinking fruit juices and three days fasting on only water. At the end of this time he washed and perfumed himself, drew out a pentacle, lit his candles and incense, and shaped the body. He intoned and incanted, danced around and waved his arms, sprinkled ingredients, blew smoke and eventually, with his own breath, breathed life into the effigy he'd created. He waited, then placing his mouth over the effigy's lips, breathed again. Then the magical third time, his breath, and then the effigy breathed by itself. Ernest watched it come to life, watched colour run through its body as its bones, organs, blood vessels, muscle and finally, skin and hair were formed. Its eyes opened, a perfect mirror image of his own. It looked at him in what Ernest took for wonder and awe. The effigy reached up a hand and touched Ernest's face, the touch almost a crackling fire on Ernest's skin, the tingling caused was so severe. Ernest reached down and ran his hands over the effigy's thin body, pale skin, blue eyes and black hair. Its skin came to goose-bumps under his hands, Ernest's palms tingling at the contact. Ernest looked at the effigy's thin bony hips and the dark, tight, curly pubic hair, seeing his own desire for what lay before him reflected in the effigy's erect penis. "It doesn't have my appendix scar", he thought. "Well at least I'll be able to tell who's who if I ever become that confused." Indeed, if anyone had happened to see Ernest and his creation as they now lay, side by side, they wouldn't have been able to tell them apart at all. Ernest stretched beside his golem and pressed his body into its. He kissed its face and mouth, lingering where he liked to be touched, teasing and playing the way he loved to be played with and watched in satisfaction as the effigy's body reacted as his own body would react to such ministrations. Ernest kissed, licked, sucked and nuzzled the soft skin. He bit pinched slapped and grabbed, hurting the pliant flesh just enough, bring gasps of appreciation from the effigy. He licked the sweat from the hair under its arms, bit the hard blood infused nipples on its chest and felt the muscles of its abdomen ripple as he ran his tongue between the sharp bones of its hips. He took his effigy's hard throbbing cock into his mouth, tasting the hot flesh, feeling the ridges and ripples where the veins were obvious beneath the soft silken skin, so familiar to him, as familiar as his own erection. It practically was his own erection. How many times had he touched or stroked himself, knowing exactly what he liked exactly where it felt the best, what kind of pressure could be applied. Now he was sucking his own cock, as it were. He could take the full length of it into his mouth, tease it with his tongue and the sharpness of his teeth. True, he couldn't feel it personally but he knew what it would feel like and he had enough of an imagination to almost feel it on himself. Since he was doing this to 'himself', Ernest could bring the effigy to, almost, the point of ejaculation, then ease off, allowing the orgasm to ebb, then he'd start again, bringing it to the point of pain, then backing off again. He wondered how much it could take before it finally exploded in his face. Not wanting to do that, Ernest raised himself above the effigy's hips and prepared to impale himself on its spit and pre-cum covered cock. To his surprise, the effigy reached up its hands, grabbed Ernest's hips and pulling down hard, slammed its cock up into him. He thought he was going to be ripped open it hurt so much, the first dribble of cum slid down his penis. Still holding his hips the effigy sat up and pressing its face into his chest, bit into his left nipple. Ernest groaned in ecstasy, grabbed the back of the effigy's head and pressed it hard into himself. The effigy changed nipples and without withdrawing from Ernest's tight arse, it grabbed both his hands, pinned them behind his back and pushing forward, reversed their positions. Ernest's arms were caught under him. The effigy was on top with its knees drawn up under his arse and most of its weight seemed to be behind its cock. It drove hard and fast into him but took long, slow, measured, torturous strokes out. Ernest hurt a lot. He hurt so much he thought he must bleed. He wanted to bleed. The effigy's mouth was alternating between each nipple, mauling them in turn. The pain felt so good, too much to cum and enough to keep him erect and drooling. He wondered how far he would want this to go, how much pain he would be able to stand. His double seemed to instinctively know how far to push him. His breathing started to come in short sharp gasps, so close to orgasm. The effigy's mouth moved up to Ernest's throat and its hand reached for the athame. It sank its teeth into his throat and with inhuman effort it bit through his jugular, sucking hard. Ernest tried to scream and his whole body jerked in one huge last orgasm, the fluid of his life flowing into the effigy's mouth and flowing between them from his cock as the effigy came into him, their bodies absorbing the juices from the other. The effigy used the athame, slicing open Ernest's chest and abdomen, and in ecstatic fever, it held Ernest's still beating heart in its hands, its mouth locked to his throat and Ernest's legs locked in the spasm of orgasm around its hips as he died. As Ernest expelled his last breath, so did his creation, refusing to exist as its whole reason for being, its life, its universe, the one for whom it was created, the one it would never, and now could never, be parted, died in its arms. And as the hours went by, the effigy's form started to disintegrate, melting into Ernest's body. It's face melted into his throat and shoulder, its shoulders melted into his chest, its hands melted into his still, cold heart. The effigy's body, liquefying, seeped into Ernest's abdomen, seeking and finding its way into every nook and cranny, touching places that had never been touched, coming into contact with his inner most and most secret being. It was now a liquid sticky mass, covering Ernest like a sheet of ectoplasm and as the weeks and months went by, Ernest's body also disintegrated, even down to his bones. They lost their form and reverted to a gelatinous substance which further broke down to liquid, as if the effigy had literally sucked every drop of life from him and there was no thing to remember. So as Ernest's body rotted away to nothing, his essence and that of the effigy, the one being he had given life and then given his life to, mingled, coming as close as they could to being one. And I'm sure that somewhere, Ernest was truly appreciating the sensuality of the moment as they rotted away, together. A Short Story of Office Sex We'd been out for lunch, talking about your business as a designer. I was more than aware of you as you walked back beside me to my office. Your knee length summery skirt blew gently in the wind, while your vest top was tight across your breasts, a faint outline of your nipples creeping through beneath your bra. We walked close together, our arms brushing against each other. You said that you had something for me. You grabbed my hand and pushed something into it. I glanced down, gasping as I saw a tiny pair of pink panties in my hand .... We just about make it back to my office, ignoring the enquiring glances of my receptionist as we rush past her and upstairs. We go straight to my office. I close the door behind us and stare at you, my chest heaving, my cock straining against my trousers. We step forward, our lips crushed together as you reach for my cock, fumbling with my zip as I pull you to me, my hands on your firm ass. We separate, breathing heavily, your eyes, bright with lust and need, mirroring mine. You grab my tie and pull me to you, tugging it loose as our tongues explore. You undo my shirt as I reach down and pull your skirt up, caressing your firm, naked ass. You leave my shirt hanging loose, your hands on my chest. They slide down to my belly. I gasp as you grab my cock through my trousers, squeezing and caressing my hard flesh. You step back, your breasts heaving .... With my eyes locked on yours, I sweep papers off my desk, my meaning obvious. You groan and reach for me. This time you gasp as you free my cock, as you feel me in your hand for the first time. I look down at your hand wrapped around my shaft, your red painted fingernails stark against me. I ease you backwards. You sit on the edge of the desk before swinging your legs up and turning, stretching out, your arms above your head, your fingers gripping the edge of the desk. I move between your legs, sliding my hands along your thighs, pushing your skirt up. I groan as you let your legs fall open, as your pussy stares back at me, naked and wet, your mound pale and bare .... I pull you towards me and drive my cock into you. You moan, needing to be fucked hard, not wanting to wait. I slide my hands under your ass, lifting you, pulling you onto my driving cock. I fuck you, my balls slapping against your ass as I hold you, as I drive my cock into you, deeper, harder, faster. Your back is arched, your breasts thrust upwards, your nipples poking through. Your knuckles are white as you grip the desk edge above your head, your mouth open, your head rocking from side to side. You bite your lip to stifle your cries as you cum for the first time. I fuck you through it, ignoring your sobs, plunging my cock into you. I only stop when my cum erupts from me, and then I drive into you one last time, holding my cock deep inside you as my torrent of cum mixes with the juices flooding from you .... We gasp for breath, my cock still inside you. We don't move for several long minutes, savouring the feel of being locked together. I reach forward, caressing your breasts for the first time through your top. You don't move as I push it up, revealing your breasts encased in pink lace. Your engorged nipples are dark and very erect, the rubbery flesh fighting to break through the lace, crying out for attention. My cock lurches inside you as I lean forward and nibble your nipples through the lace. A soft moan escapes your lips as I reach for the tiny clip between your breasts that is all that holds your bra together. I unclip it with shaking hands, sweeping the two sides gently apart and gasping as your breasts fill my hands .... You close your eyes for a moment as I caress you, opening them only as you feel my mouth on your breasts, on your nipples. You moan softly, holding me to you before pushing me away gently and starting to sit up. My cock slips from you, and for a moment I can see a trickle of my cum and your juices sliding towards your ass. I look at my cock, hard again, shiny with cum and juices. You move, shrugging your clothes away from your body, gesturing for me to do the same. You wait until all I have on is my unbuttoned shirt, but then you can't wait any longer and push me onto the desk. I'm barely there before you are straddling me, holding my cock before dropping down onto me .... This time you take control, riding my cock, your hands on my chest. I reach for your breasts, pushing them against your body, your nipples burning into my palms. You slide your body forward, letting my cock almost fall from you before pushing back, taking my cock back inside you. My hips push up, meeting your movements, driving me deeper. I roll your nipples between my thumbs and fingers, tugging them gently. You fall forward, your breasts swaying. I groan and desperately try to capture them. I moan against them as my mouth finds them, tasting, sucking, kissing, one and then the other, drawing your breasts into my mouth .... You moan as I devour you, but you want more, need more. You sit up, your arms behind you, resting on my legs as I drive my cock into you, your body riding my cock, meeting my thrusts, grinding against me, your body alive with pleasure. I grab your hips, pulling you down onto my cock, as you ride me, as I fuck you. Our hot flesh slaps together, the desk creaking, my cock reaching deeper, your pussy moulded around me, taking me, wanting me, Your orgasm explodes deep inside you, shockwaves flashing through you, your body on fire, your nipples, your breasts, your pussy, all of you. You slap your hand over my mouth as I start to cry out, my cock pumping cum into you. We fuck each other as our climaxes crash together, all else forgotten .... (Written for a special friend – you know who you are! Sweet memories!)