9 comments/ 88460 views/ 13 favorites Hi Mom, I'm Home By: peachesmelba With special thanks and appreciation for the idea, input and editorial assistance provided by Reiner43 - thank you my friend, for letting me pick your brain and for sharing your memories.... And as always, with all things, my love and appreciation to R.S. for....everything! I seemed to have been cooking and cleaning for days, and now I was darting to the window every few minutes - every time I heard a car door slam or a neighborhood dog bark. 'They're coming home...My boys are coming home...' My heart seemed to skip every other beat with joy and relief as I wiped the already spotless kitchen counter one last time and I sat down, mentally assessing the menu to make sure everyone's favorites were included. Mulling over my coffee I grew lost in my memories.... Mike and Chris had grown up together, becoming 'Best Buds' in Kindergarten. They'd played T-ball and peewee basketball together - taught each other how to swim - Mike taught Chris to ride a 2-wheeler and Chris taught Mike how to cast a fly-rod. They hadn't always agreed and, as boys will, had battled often over everything from ideology to who's Mom made better cookies (which always made me laugh because Linda didn't bake to start with so what they found to argue about was a puzzle to me). Linda and I had both been single mothers - it should have made a bond between us - but we were never as close as the boys were. Linda tended to flightiness - in life and in motherhood - but I think she resented that Mike liked being at my house more, where meals and bedtimes were regular and the power was on unless storms or other natural disasters interfered. By the time the boys were Juniors in High School, Mike was more or less living at our house - Linda was off on a motorcycle adventure with an unemployed artist - and I stood in 'loco parentis' as it were. Mike had been calling ME 'Mom" as well for a few years by then, 'Aunt' Maggie seeming a little awkward and not being able to bring himself to call me just 'Maggie'. It was fine with me - I loved ALL my sons - dishing out praise, punishment and oodles of love and good cooking. The boys had graduated together, taken a year of Community College to sort themselves out and then enlisted together. The recruiter and I had both warned them that they might not even go to basic let alone ever serve together, but they were determined, and as things turned out - they were also lucky. From basic training on - they had gone every step of the way together - able to stand together, comfort each other, strengthen each other, and watch each other's backs. And now, after a total of 18 months of what they would only describe as 'hell' in the Middle East - my boys were coming home for a long leave and a state-side duty assignment. Lost in my musing - wondering how they will have changed - I was startled when the kitchen door opened but expected my oldest son, Tim to pop in. Instead the door swung wide with the breeze. Thinking that perhaps the wind had blown it open I got up to close it but as I came around the counter, who should I see, standing at the foot of the stairs - grinning like a pair of tanned, camo-clad monkeys but my boys! Simultaneous, as always, came the chorus of - "Hi Mom, I'm HOME!" Squealing with delight I dove down the stairs to wrap them up in hugs and kisses. It was a total surprise when both boys picked ME up and swung me off my feet instead, hugging me tightly and kissing my cheeks loudly. When had they gotten so tall and broad-shouldered, I wondered? It hadn't been that long since they'd been home on leave and I certainly didn't recall such a dramatic change.... I was babbling, asking when and how they'd gotten in? And they were both laughing and slapping each other on the back - bragging about how they 'snuck in on stealth mode' and about how surprised I was. As they came into the house suddenly the kitchen seemed too small. Eyes darting everywhere they took in the buffet spread across the counters - sink filled with ice and beer - platters of sandwich 'fixin's' - chips and homemade dips and salsa - Chris' favorite, the bratwurst simmered happily in a pot of beer, waiting for his brother Tim to come and throw them on the grill - Mike's favorite li'l smokies in barbecue sauce - my granddaughter's favorite broccoli salad - Tim's favorite barbecue rice - there was something special for everyone. The boys shrugged off their shirts, popped open a couple of the Coronas and drained them without stopping. Chris belched and Mike called him a 'douchebag'. It was a lot like it always had been - except for the shadows behind their eyes - the wariness in their stance - their lean muscularity and the fact that I now barely came up to their shoulders. Oh, and the matching unit tattoos on their biceps. They were laughing and talking - trading stories about their trip home - people they'd seen and places they'd been when it happened. Chris accidentally dropped a chip loaded with dip on the floor and yelled, "C'mere Sammy - come and get it!" Looking at me he asked, "Mom, where's Samson? Did you put him in the bedroom? Can I let him out?" Heart in my throat and tears filling my eyes I shook my head, "No, son. I didn't have the heart to tell you before you got home - I didn't want you to be distracted." "Awww shit, no!" from Mike as he reached to grab Chris by the shoulder in a tight hug. "The vet said it was spinal disc disease - that basset hounds are prone to it. He went down pretty fast - he just couldn't hold on till you got home, he tried but we lost him this Spring." We were all now tightly locked in a three-fold hug, freely dripping tears. My face was buried in someone's chest. There was a very masculine smell of clean male, and aftershave. It was very comforting just to lean there against that broad firm surface for a brief while. There was a rumble from somewhere within the chest I was leaning on - "When?" Mike again. "April," I replied. It was late June now. "Stupid ol' dog," Chris now. "Couldn't wait two more months." We'd had Samson for 14 years and we'd all grown attached to his soulful looks, long floppy ears and his galloping good will and it had been a long, lonely two months without him around the house keeping me company. It was an enormous relief when the door popped open again and Tim, his wife Debbie and little Katie came in. Katie, at four, was a carrot-top with curly pigtails and freckles and she adored her uncles. Shrieking happily on a note guaranteed to pierce eardrums and shatter crystal she demanded, "Down Daddy!" Reaching the boys she grabbed one by each leg exclaiming, "Unc' Mike! Unc' Chris! I love you! Now pick me UP!" "All right sweetpea. How's my favorite girlfriend?" Chris, at 6'4" was the tallest of the three boys and once she was seated on his shoulder the bows on her pigtails brushed the ceiling. "I'm fine. I'm going to Kinniegarden soon. Look Unc' Chris, Gramma made broclily salad." "Broccoli" he corrected. "S'what I said," she patted him on the head. "Your heads fuzzy Unc' Chris. Shhhhh. I got a secret." Chris was still eating - passing occasional tidbits to his niece. "Oh?" he replied absently. "What's the secret?" "Mommy's got a baby in her tummy." "WHAT?" We all simultaneously turned to look at Debbie who blushed. Tim waved the barbecue tongs in Katie's direction - "Young Lady!" "Uh oh! Unc' Mike - I gotta pee!" Everyone laughed at the diversionary tactic and I took Katie off to the bathroom as the door opened again to admit some of the boys' friends from High School. # # # All things considered, I thought, it had been a long hard day. Several days in fact spent cleaning the house and patio and making sure that everything had been sparkling clean - no dust to remind them of the dreary days in their past. I groaned at a sore shoulder muscle and shifted in bed. I was exhausted - no doubt about that - but I was too wound up to sleep. I listened but the house was silent. The boys were apparently asleep at the far end of the house and I was alone in my room off the kitchen. My mind wandered back to the moment this afternoon when I'd realized what a pleasure it was to feel a man's arms around me again, and soon I was thinking of...remembering...one thing that never failed to send me sweetly to sleep. My hands wandered with my thoughts, one hand lazily stroking a nipple through my gown, the other reaching lower, running one finger gently down the length of my slit. My pussy pulsed and throbbed under my fingers as my need began to build. Getting up I closed my bedroom door and dropped my nightgown in a puddle of moonlight at the foot of the bed. Reaching into the drawer next to the bed I could have picked out what I wanted blindfolded - just by feel. The smooth silken feel of the silicon vibe fell immediately into my hand and it hummed quietly when I turned the base. Long and slender the detailed vein-like ridges and slightly bulbous head always seemed to reach just the right spots. Leaving it on low I licked and sucked it, trying to build a fantasy in my mind. Another stray thought from the afternoon intruded. Oh - yes - the clean male smell of soap and deodorant and a hint of muskiness - a very nice aftershave - a strong warm chest. How long since I'd leaned against a strong warm chest and had real arms around me instead of just those of my 'dream lovers'? Didn't bear thinking about really, but now I was getting even more aroused. I could feel my nether lips swelling and my own honey beginning to moisten my thighs. Wetting my fingertips I swirled them around a nipple. God that felt good. The night breeze wafting through the window was cool despite the heat of the day. Sudden gooseflesh pebbled my skin and my nipples drew up hard and tight. The vibe was warm from the heat of my mouth now and I touched it to the other nipple remembering...other hands, other tongues and teeth touching me. Tracing a line of fire down my neck, the underside of my raised arm, the fold of my arm, the sensitive skin below my breast and down my flank. A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips when I first touched the tip of the saliva slick toy to my sex. Sliding the tool slowly between the folds of my cunt I felt the pressure building higher. Still vibrating on the low setting, I moved it lightly over the tip of my clit, dipping the head just inside the mouth of my pussy. I seemed to actually be able to hear the slurping sound my juices make as I moved the vibe rapidly in and out for a minute, teasing myself. But that's not quite the sensation I want either. Laying the silicon toy to one side for now I reach into the drawer again. Here in the corner - the Astroglide - yes, that might work I think and popping the cap up I pour the shockingly icy fluid over my nipples, and down my belly to my slit. My nipples are hard as rocks now, big around as my little fingers and I twist and tweak them, feeling the pleasure run straight through to my cunt. God yes, that's so good. Running my fingertips down my belly, through the viscous fluid and over my clit. Pulling my folds up and apart and using just the pads of my fingertips I begin strumming back and forth across the top of my clit - imagining a saliva wet tongue dancing across and over it in similar fashion. Over and around and back to the strumming rhythm. My legs involuntarily spread wider. Tonight I want something different - something more.... Fumbling toward the back of the drawer I put my hand on a surface that gives. That's it - that's the ticket. Purchased years ago on a whim the dildo was bigger than any I usually used and made of a spongy material called "real skin". I don't ordinarily enjoy it because of its strange texture but tonight..... Coating my hands in the lube pooled around my navel I cover the shaft in my hand sliding it between my nether lips. The head alone was as big around as the shaft of my previous toy. A slow inch at a time, easing the big toy out and then sliding it back in, a little further every time, till my cunt is stretched hot and tight around the massive rod. I am so full and every movement pulls my clitoris down against the big dildo. Strumming my fingers across the tight skin surrounding my clit now sends my pleasure spiraling. My own lubrication is increasing, and the monster cock is sliding in and out more easily. I'm close, really close. I just need....more hands or something.... Grabbing the vibe again I thumb the base to set the speed on high and hold it to my clit. The orgasm rocks me - all my muscles seize, my back arches up and off the bed, knees locking and I roll to one side shuddering helplessly in the throes of the aftershocks. I have enough strength left to pull the sheet over me and think, "yes, now I can sleep and tomorrow......." # # # # All things considered, he thought, it had been a long hard day. Several days in fact spent traveling across half a world of distance and an eternity of time. He wasn't used to sleeping in a soft bed in a room that was too quiet anymore. Most of all, he simply wasn't used to sleeping soundly - for any length of time - the guys who did didn't come home. He rolled over again but it was no good - he needed to check the perimeter. He knew in a rational, logical sort of way that everything would be fine but he had to do it before he could rest again. Moving on cat feet in the hall he worried briefly that it might be too dark - you can't turn on a light dude, defeats the purpose and they can locate you then. Shaking his head at his own whimsy he realized there was enough moonlight coming in for him to see where he was going and he began to methodically check the doors and windows to make sure that all was safe and secure. Moving toward the front of the house he thought briefly about stepping outside and having a butt. Mom didn't approve of smoking in the house but there were plenty of ashtrays, chairs and tables outside on the patio. He thought he heard a noise - an odd sort of noise. Is that Mom? Is she okay? Worried, but with the continued stealth born of survival training achieved under hard circumstances he eased her door open. Shaking his head at himself again and thinking, "dude if she's just having a bad dream you don't want to wake her up." Instead he caught his breath at what the moonlight revealed.... Mom - breasts and belly glistening with some kind of oil - her legs spread wide and hands busy at her pussy. God damn, Mom....Maggie, forever and hereafter, MAGGIE! He felt himself stirring and getting hard watching her. Seeing the size of the plaything she found to use sent his own hand to his zipper. He didn't think he'd ever been so hard and his dick was starting to ooze pre-cum. Wrapping his fist tight around the base, his fingers barely met and he gave a tug thinking, "'Monster' m'friend, there may be hope for you yet!" He stroked as Maggie stroked, slowing and delaying himself so that he could watch her cum before his own hot jets spurted into the hastily grabbed kitchen towel. God, she was so beautiful, curled limp and spent from her climax. He wished... A whisper of noise from upstairs alerted him and he closed the door softly, shoving the wadded up towel to the back of the counter. As the padding of quiet footsteps neared the kitchen he turned on the faucet quietly, filling the nearby cup with water. God-water you could drink from the faucet-what a luxury! Chris's soft voice came from behind him - not the sibilance of a whisper but softer than a sigh - yet clearly audible and pitched to his ears, "You too?" Turning his back to the counter he grinned in the dark. "Checking the perimeter?" His own voice equally soft, indistinguishable from the other night noises over 10 feet away. An answering flash of white was Chris's responding grin. "Want a butt?" "Naw man, I'm good." What he wanted was to get back to his room where he might be able to get control of his shaking hands again. To lose himself in the heady memory of this afternoon when she had wept on his chest. To smell her perfume again after 18 months of smelling dirt and sand and his own sweat. To feel her breasts pressed against him. The ones he had just seen, glistening in the moonlight, her nipples..... Gulping the last of the water he set the cup back down with a sharp click, harder than he'd intended. Chris had his hand on the door but paused to look back. " 'k?" "Yeah. G'night man." "Night." Back in his room he lay on the bed putting his skills as squad leader to use formulating a 'battle plan'. Arms crossed behind his head, staring into the dark, he thought about how Maggie had always treated him like another son - a welcome extension to her family. A secure feeling when he was younger and needed the love and comfort a home and mother had provided. She never knew or suspected she'd been his first fantasy of choice when his growing balls had ached for relief. Chris did and hadn't objected - just thought he was nuts for picking Mom instead of J-Lo or Beyonce or someone like that... Not that there was anything at ALL wrong with those choices either and he'd beat his meat a time or two (or a hundred he grinned at the thought) to fantasies of them as well. But Mom...Maggie...was here. He knew the smell of her perfume, her hair after she washed it. How she looked first thing in the morning with tousled hair and her nipples showing through her T-shirt as she made the coffee...bending over to feed Samson with her white granny panties tucked between her pouty pussy lips and her pear-shaped ass in the air. How many mornings in high school had he had to run back upstairs and frantically beat off before school? How many days had they gone to school? He started to figure it in his head and then gave up the diversion. The problem was, the way he saw it, that Maggie still viewed both of them as kids, as her sons. Step One then will be getting her to see him as a full grown male and no relation to her. Step Two will be to get Chris out of the house. Step Three then....but here his mind was overwhelmed with a barrage of mental pictures and possibilities. He wasn't a virgin but had to admit a serious lack of solid experience. He knew the basic mechanics and that Post A went into Slot B...only in his case that had been hard to arrange. Girls his own age had tended to take one look at his pecker and get pale. Ten inches erect, he thought it was the fact that he was fully seven and a half inches in circumference at the base that was the biggest problem. Even the two biggest 'sluts' at school, who laid the entire football team, had taken one look and gulped. It had taken an amazing amount of beer on his 18th birthday to talk one of them into letting him put it in. That and a couple of pros was the extent of his experience. He'd seen movies, and magazines though, and read plenty of on-line erotica, he had an idea of what to do. It was just where and how to start that was so overwhelming. But seeing Maggie with her hand wrapped around that big thing (what were they called again....oh yeah, dildos) - sliding it in and out of her, glistening in the moonlight with her juices. He KNEW she could handle 'Monster'. Remembering the sight sent his blood rushing to his cock again, and it stirred, hardened and eventually stood proudly with a slight right hand curve, the darkened red skin of the helmet already showing a pearly drop of pre-cum. Rubbing his thumb over the head lightly he spread the silky fluid, enjoying the sensation and imagining how it might feel to have Maggie's lips and tongue covering him. As more of the fluid oozed he visualized again every memory of Maggie's breasts in detail. Nipples proud and puckered on cold mornings, breasts full and rounded with only a slight sag against her ribs. Her skin, shining like liquid silver in the moonlight tonight and the flex of her calf and thigh muscles when her orgasm hit her and she arched off the bed before collapsing on her side. The swell of her ass and the deep V indent of her pussy. Imagining her pussy and the soft, wet velvet warmth surrounding him he stroked himself to completion again and finally collapsed into dreamless sleep. Hi Mom, I'm Home Ch. 02 Thanks due again to Reiner43 for providing general inspiration for the story line, and for his fine editorial assistance. And to R.S., without whom none of this would be possible... I saw his motorcycle...what he called his "crotch rocket"...as I pulled into the driveway Friday night. My heart rate sped up and I could feel my nether lips swell and moisten under the skirt I wore to teach in today. 'Perfect timing,' I thought, 'Friday and the start of Spring Break.' I had two weeks off, although I had no idea how much leave time Mike had accrued. Hurrying to park the car and grab my purse, I left my bag with the term papers needing to be graded in the passenger seat. I'd get them later, right now I was in a rush to get to the arms of my young lover. Quickly climbing the back stairs and letting myself in, I turned to lock the door behind me as a pair of strongly muscled arms wrapped themselves around me from behind. Hot lips began a nibbling, licking dance down one side of my neck and up the other, making gooseflesh rise on my arms and belly and my nipples become as large and hard as apricot kernels. "Hi...Mom...I'm....home...." The soft baritone whisper paused for each kiss of his lips against my skin, and the traditional greeting from the years when he was growing up, stirred all those mixed feelings within me into a passionate storm. While not my natural son, Mike might as well have been, raised under my roof along with my own sons, loved, nurtured and disciplined as needed. At least until that fateful day last summer when we'd both discovered, admitted, and acted on our lustful feelings for each other. Since then we'd been lovers, whenever and however possible considering he was still active duty in the military, and that we were still fearful of admitting the affair to my 'other' sons and family members. "God you look HOT!" His hands continued to fondle me from behind, cupping a breast and thumbing its turgid point with one hand as his other hand slid over the tight material covering my ass. "I can just imagine all the senior boys in your classes, squirming with their little hard-ons, every time you walk around the desk with your fat nipples showing and not a trace of panty line covering your ass!" I leaned back against his shoulder, thrusting my ass back, closer to his hand and crotch, and the 'Monster' cock I knew was waiting for me. Sliding his hand further down my leg he ran it back up, between my thighs, under my skirt. While I might have helped teach him the basics about pleasuring women, his own natural inventiveness, curiosity and passion made for wonderfully intense moments like these when he was totally 'in command'. Reaching the wet, pulsing flesh of my sex he murmured, "Naughty, naughty, Ms Maggie! No panties at all, not even a thong! Did you sit on your desk and flash your pussy at the boys?" "No", I teased. "I flashed it at the girls! Does THAT turn you on?" "YOU turn me on! You are such a nasty slut 'Mommy'. And I need to fuck you NOW!" Pulling my skirt up above my hips and nearly tearing the buttons from my shirt in my haste to remove it I stood before him in bra and garterbelt with stockings, my black skirt bunched around my waist and hair still in the bun I usually wore at work. He slid the bra straps from my shoulders, pulling the cups down to free my breasts for his attention. As tall as he was it was awkward for him to bend far enough to lip and suckle my nipples but he managed, freeing a hand long enough to hook one of the kitchen chairs and pull it close enough to sit in. Now that I was facing him I could see that he'd been 'waiting for me' and was naked, hard and already oozing pre-cum. Climbing astride his lap I eased forward so that I could slide my aching wet cunt lips up and down the length of his huge, fat cock. His groan of pleasure vibrated through me from his lips wrapped tightly around my tit, and he gently ran his teeth back and forth across the tip, flicking it lightly with his tongue. His fingertips trailed lightly down the length of my spine and I arched closer to him again. "Hold on, Maggie!" he commanded, and as he stood, I wrapped my thighs around his hips. His long arms supported much of my weight as his hands tightened under my buttocks. Turning he carried me into the bedroom, 'Monster's' fat drooling head kissing my snatch with every stride. Setting me on the edge of the bed he gently pulled hairpins and the scrunci-clip from my hair. I sighed with relief as the weight of the heavy copper curls fell around my shoulders and he ran his fingers through my hair, lightly massaging my scalp. Then standing me up again he turned me around, undoing the clasp of my bra and tossing it in the corner. "God Maggie - much as I want you naked in my arms....you look so fucking hot with your skirt around your waist, and those stockings and garterbelt." Turning us both in the direction of the dresser mirror I could see his point. I looked.....'fuckable' was the only word that came to mind. His hands moved over my breasts, tweaking the nipples and offering them up to our mirror reflections. My legs were parted and the swollen lips of my sex were prominent. There was a silvery sheen of...my moisture?...his?...on the insides of my thighs. The white lace of the garter belt giving an innocuous air of innocence to the scene. Mike slid to my side, his hands reaching lower now, one hand teasing the cleft of my ass while he cupped the other to rub my mons. He grinned smugly at my throaty moan of passion as I thrust against his hands, and sliding two fingers into me he rubbed my clit firmly with his palm, simultaneously working my G-spot from the inside. I cried out as the tremors of my first orgasm rocked me, clinging to his shoulders when my legs gave out. He eased me back and down, onto the bed, separating my legs and pulling me forward until my ass rested on the edge of the mattress. Kneeling between my thighs I caught sight of his lustful eyes briefly, before he buried his face in my pussy. He inhaled gustily and I heard him say, "THAT'S the smell I miss the most back in the BEQ!", knowing that I would understand his reference to the Bachelor Enlisted Quarters after all this time. I started to laugh but it turned to a squeal of pleasure as his mouth engulfed me, his tongue piercing my depths. I pulled my legs up and back, spreading myself as wide open as possible for his hands and mouth to work their magic on me. His hands spread my lips , allowing him full access to my cunt and my swollen clit. As he continued to tongue fuck me, his thumb rubbed gently across the nubbin, stoking my fire higher. When he'd finally drained as much of my juice as possible for now he changed his attention, sucking and tonguing my clitoris much like he had my nipple earlier, to even better effect. As I began to writhe against his mouth he slid his fingers back inside me again, pressing firmly against the roof of my vagina as he fucked me with them while he began to suck my clit hard, tickling it rapidly with the tip of his tongue at the same time. My muscles all seemed to seize and lock, trapping his head and hand between my thighs as I screamed my pleasure long and loud. When I finally came back to my senses we were laying side-by-side on the pillows and he was stroking me gently. "My GAWD!" I gasped, "you've been practicing!" "Only in my fantasies, Maggie!" He kissed me sweetly, sliding his still hard cock against my hip. "Ready for more?" he asked. Sliding between my trembling thighs he stroked the head of his cock between my pussy lips, lubricating it with my own moisture for his initial entry. My mouth went dry with anticipation at what was about to take place. Whenever he'd been gone for more than a few weeks I felt as though I had to get used to his enormous girth all over again. As excited and aroused as we were during our first few sessions together, there had still been moments when I experienced some discomfort as a result - of his youthful enthusiasm and randiness, as well as of 'Monster's' unnatural size. Times like now, when he'd been gone for several months I experienced excitement and anticipation at the obvious passion and arousal my very young lover experienced with me...but I had to admit to those moments of dry-mouthed tension at 'Monster's' approach - wondering if this would be the time when my body would betray me and refuse to stretch to accommodate his bulk. When Mike left again would be time enough for those sleepless nights spent wondering what was wrong with me - was I sick, crazy, or just a sinful, horny old slut. But as I felt Mike's slow, careful entry - always allowing me time to adjust, and for our combined moisture to ease his way - I put such thoughts away to focus on the pleasure I felt in his arms, when he was finally buried to the hilt in me and we were locked together, lips, loins and hearts, as we moved on a rising tide of passion. I peaked again, and then again, finally wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, pulling him into me deep and hard. The wet slap of our bodies coming together echoed loudly in the bedroom, the squeak of the bedsprings adding a counterpoint melody to the moans and gasps we were making. Barely spoken words of love and passion could be heard - sometimes tender - sometimes harsh sounding. His chin was buried in my shoulder now, his hands cupping my ass, pulling me up to meet his thrusts, and the smell of our rut was a heady incense in our nostrils. My clit and lips were dragging back and forth with every thrust of his dick and I could feel the pressure building - like a spring winding tighter and tighter until you know it's going to break loose with noise, fury and fireworks. "Oh God, Mike - cum in me. Fill me with your cum. Oh MIKE!" I gasped and arched under him, feeling Monster swell within me as the spasms of my climax and the first hot jets of his jism filling me began to occur simultaneously. Some interminable time later we went back into the kitchen in search of water and sustenance. I bent to pick up the spilled contents of my purse, noticing the flashing Message indicator on my cell, just as Mike yelled from the great room - "Message Maggie!" "Here too" I called back, putting the phone to my ear and gasping as I heard Tim's voice. The message on the land-line must have been the same as Mike came back into the kitchen, pale and with troubled eyes. "That was Tim..." he began. "We have to go right now!" I said, running to throw on some clothes. Mike was right behind me, with the masculine benefit of being able to dress in jeans and a T-shirt...and shoes...and ignore the need for undergarments and socks, let alone brassieres or makeup. For that matter, I ignored the need for brassiere and makeup too this time, but did take a swipe at my bottom with a washcloth hoping to reduce the aroma of cum a little. As I threw on jeans and a sweatshirt, Mike was pacing and bouncing. "How early is she?", he asked, referring to his sister Debbie who, our multiple messages indicated, was in early labor. "Only a few weeks, uh, three - four at most, but still...." I trailed off, looking up at him helplessly. "Right!" He said, thrusting my purse at me and taking my hand. "All together? Good, we're out of here!" Half pushing me and half pulling me he got me out to the driveway, towing me toward his motorcycle. "Mike, no! I can't!" I protested. "You can and we will - it'll be faster." He added, "We don't have time to argue about it, twist your hair up and put this on!" The note of command was obvious and I obeyed automatically, still fearful - it had been years since I'd ridden a bicycle, let alone a motorcycle and his was a small, sleek, fast and wicked looking little thing. At the same time I wondered, 'he has two helmets...why does he have two helmets?' Even though I knew that inevitably he would find lovers of his own age, it was still a bitter pill to swallow. As he swung his leg over the bike, holding it steady so that I could climb up behind him and showing me where to put my feet he said, "I hoped - planned - to try and get you to go riding with me this trip. Maybe out to one of the parks. This'll have to do for your first experience - might be a little faster and wilder than I'd planned so just hang on tight, okay, Maggie?" I nodded, speechless, blinking back the sudden tears of relief that blinded me, thinking 'no fool, like an old fool is there?' He fired up the engine pulling my arms tighter around his waist as he leaned forward and I heard the tires squealing as we peeled out of the driveway. The roar of the engine echoed off the quiet night-time streets and houses until we hit the highway. He opened her up there, sliding in and out of spaces in the traffic that I couldn't see, flying around and past cars and trucks and I clung to him, my heart hammering wildly - torn between my fear and awe at his skill. Then suddenly we were off the highway again and in the quiet suburban streets surrounding the hospital. He pulled into the first available parking space he saw, holding the bike steady again for me to climb off, although I wasn't sure for a minute or two if my legs were steady enough to hold me up. "You okay?" he asked. "Yes," I admitted, adding, "but it was REALLY exciting...scary." As he swung off the motorcycle he pressed me to him, removing the helmet and fluffing out my hair, bending to kiss me. "Mike!" I scolded, "someone might see you." "Good," he said grinning and kissing me again. "I hope they enjoy the show." "Mike, please. I teach - and I can't lose my job because some parent sees me kissing my adoptive son - a man in his twenties! You KNOW how people can be, they'll assume the worst, that this has been going on for years and I molested you..." "Don't I wish!" "Be serious!" "I am Maggie!" but his smile gave the lie away. As we strode into the hospital, inquiring about Debbie's room number and heading to the elevator, he added more soberly, "Look Maggie - if the worst happened and anything like that ever did occur, all we have to do is tell the truth. It won't keep people from talking perhaps but it WILL keep you out of jail and they can't use it as an excuse to fire you." "Not that they've always needed an 'excuse' to fire someone." I murmured as the elevator doors opened again. The hospital smells of bed pans, chemical cleansers and sterilizers, and anti-bacterial soaps and lotions reminded me of too many years spent working in medical offices and hospitals while I earned my teaching degree. It kept us all alive and eating but it had been hard work and long hours and the shifts sucked sometimes. As much as the boys had hated it when I'd finally been certified to teach, I'd been thankful to leave midnight shifts behind - not to mention the need to arrange frequent 'supervision' for three, later two growing boys. I shook off my funk and matched strides with Mike as he headed down the hall to the Maternity Waiting Room. Tim was standing by the window, hands in his pockets and bouncing on the balls of his feet as we walked in the room. Turning toward us he beamed hugely, announcing to the room at large - "It's a boy! Jacob Ryan! You missed his arrival by about 30 minutes but they're cleaning him up now. He's little but he's fine - they're both fine!" Mike pounded him on the back as several of the other expectant and waiting families crowded around to congratulate him. At Tim's smile and nod I went down the hall to check on Debbie and found her sleeping peacefully so I sat down in a chair and pulled a paperback I'd been reading from my purse, wishing I'd thought to grab the term papers to grade then realizing the disaster that would have been on Mike's 'crotch rocket'. Debbie murmured and winced in her sleep as she rolled to one side and I winced with her, remembering well how 'uncomfortable' a process childbirth was. Tim poked his head in the door, waving me out into the hall. He and Mike were going for coffee, did I want anything? Did I want to go along? Reasoning Debbie would probably sleep more peacefully for not having anyone else in the room - at least until they brought the baby down from the Nursery - I decided I may as well tag along for coffee, it would probably be a long night, in one way or another. Mike and Tim chatted happily on our way to the Cafeteria. Mike talking about his motorcycle and the trip home from the Base. Tim talking about what an amazing process labor and delivery were. At my question Mike relayed that Debbie's folks had dashed over to stay with Katie when they couldn't raise me by phone. I felt my face flush and Mike and I exchanged somewhat guilty glances, knowing how we'd been occupying ourselves while ignoring the outside world... I went to get a table, not a difficult process at this time of night, while the boys went to get the coffees from the Convenience Store-type set-ups. Knowing my preferences Mike brought me back a Mocha Cappuccino, while Tim took coffee black with sugar and Mike's was cream only. Thankful for both the warmth and the caffeine I was suddenly reminded that neither Mike nor I had had anything to eat for dinner when my stomach rumbled and I thought about getting an apple from the large fruit basket on the counter. I was brought back to the present conversation when Mike reached for my hand under the table, squeezing it hard. Tim was talking about waiting for us... "...and the view from up there is TERRIFIC! You can see clear to the highway." My hand went cold and damp with fear sweat, dreading what he might say next. Grinning wickedly and dimpling, Tim turned to Mike and asked, "So, 'little brother' - how long you been bangin' Mom?" I choked on a mouthful of cappuccino I was trying to swallow and Mike leaped to his feet to pound on my back. Tim went on, "Not that I'm opposed mind you...should say we're opposed I guess..." I turned haunted eyes to him and he laughed out loud, patting my hand. "S'okay Mummy! Chris and I talked about it some time ago, Deb and I talked about it more recently. We knew you were involved with someone - just didn't know who but we all wanted to congratulate whoever it was for putting that smile on your face and the glow in your eyes. Haven't seen you look that happy in...well, a long time." I felt my heart start to beat again though it still seemed to be skipping wildly in my chest and I drew a ragged breath. Mike sat back down next to me, lifting my hand to his lips and pressing a kiss against my knuckles. Grinning boldly at Tim he announced, "Chris knows." I turned my startled face to him now, probably looking much like a fish out of water as I gulped loudly. Mike laughed and chucked me under the chin until I closed my mouth again. "Christ, Maggie, he's my 'brother'! He knows me better than anyone except maybe you. He knows I've loved you and wanted you since I was old enough to start jerking off..." My eyes darted wildly around, trying to make sure there was no one seated close enough to hear this intimate family conversation. "...and I couldn't keep hiding the fact that we were together now from him." "And, he's okay with it?" I stammered. "Well," Mike looked pensive for a minute, "he DID say that if you ever agreed to marry me he'd be damned if he ever called me 'Daddy'!" Both he and Tim broke into rich deep laughter. I sagged against the chair for a minute, until the import of what Mike had said sank in, "Wait...WHAT?" Mike kissed my knuckles again, "I sort of had a different venue planned for all this, but Maggie, the past few months I've been happier than I've ever been before in my life...You'd make me happier still if you'd agree to marry me." Tim whooped causing several heads to turn and one older nurse scowled and shushed him. Jumping up he pounded Mike on his back and they shook solemnly.... Hi Mom, I'm Home Ch. 02 "Man, Debbie's gonna be so mad she missed all this," he sat back down to his coffee. I leaped up, knocking my chair over backwards and 'Nurse Ratchet' shushed us again. "Are you OUT of your mind?" I hissed. Both the boys turned startled eyes to me, having apparently taken my agreement for granted. "No WAY...There is NO fucking way!" I grabbed my bag and the big cup of hot froth and stormed out of the cafeteria. I had no clear idea where I was going, or even why I was running. I hadn't driven so I couldn't leave. Getting a cab this time of night might take hours and forget about buses - they simply didn't run buslines out as far as I lived. Like it or not I was going to have to wait for one of the boys to drive me back home. Stabbing the elevator button angrily I broke a nail, adding to my fury and my feeling that the universe was conspiring against me in some way, and not even sure WHAT specifically I was so angry about. 'How DARE they presume to decide for me...' I thought, hitting the buttons for both top and bottom floors. Having spent years struggling to attain the life I had right now I was not about to just toss it away without a thought. And no matter HOW I felt about Mike now, I knew that a twenty plus year age difference was going to make a difference...maybe not now, and maybe not soon, but someday it was inevitable. I was not about to set myself up for a heartbreak of that magnitude and they'd better all get that through their heads right now, I thought. Still steaming I finally acknowledged to myself that I had no where else to go except back to Debbie's room for now. I must have traveled up and down in the elevator longer than I thought - when I arrived in Debbie's room, Tim and Mike were already back from the cafeteria. Debbie was up and awake and little "Jake" had been brought down from the Nursery. Tim was holding his son while Debbie struggled to get comfortable in a chair. Mike was leaning against the far wall looking much like someone had just shot his dog - a look that didn't improve much when I entered the room, although a little of the strain seemed to ease in the lines around his eyes and mouth. Crossing the room to stand near him I muttered, "Later," under my breath. "Damn straight!" came his equally terse reply, reminding me again that this was not the tractable boy I'd raised but a man grown, and a leader of men in his own right. Putting aside our differences, and my irritation for now, I focused my attention on the magical sight of a mother nursing her infant for the first time. Jacob had already settled into his mother's arms and was rooting quite hungrily making the snuffling, "piglet" noises that newborns usually do. Debbie was trying to comfort him, while simultaneously trying to undo her gown and allow the infant access to her nipple. As she finally managed to lower the gown sufficiently her nipple grazed Jacob's cheek and he turned in a flash, clamping down solidly on her teat and sucking loudly. She squeaked with discomfort as there is a vast difference between an adult suckling, or even an older baby, and the first desperate sucking of the newborn. "My God," she said through tightly clenched teeth, "I'd forgotten how tough this is at first! I SWEAR it feels like he has teeth!" I chuckled in commiseration, remembering my own experiences with nursing Tim and Chris. It hadn't taken long for my milk to come in - in such abundance that neither of the boys as newborns could handle the surplus - but at one point, especially with Tim as the oldest, I'd thought I might have to give up, my nipples had gotten so sore. Eventually though they had toughened and the milk supply had leveled off to equal demand and times spent cuddling and nursing were treasured memories of bonding. I knew that Debbie had ultimately enjoyed the time she had spent nursing Katie and wept when she had to go back to work, and she would with little Jake as well. Tim was leaning over the back of Debbie's chair watching and I began to feel that we were intruding. Debbie had just lifted Jacob to her shoulder to burp him before moving him to her other breast when Mike and I got a clear view of her breast. Firm and rounded, ridged milk veins showing dark blue against her lighter skin. Saucer-sized dark brown nipples, one clearly glistening with slobber and residual milk clearly drew Mike's attention and I heard the sharp intake of his breath. I couldn't fault him, I wanted to lay my head in her lap and suckle at those abundant fountains too but kept it to myself. It might, however, have been the first time he'd ever seen a woman giving suck and I tried to recall, when Katie had been a baby, if he and Chris had witnessed Debbie nursing. But no, I thought, I recalled that, with the boys still in high school at that time, Debbie had felt more self-conscious around them, either going to another room or covering up with a blanket. No wonder, then, it had seemingly rocked him so profoundly. Tim, oblivious to the by-play going on across the room, motioned both of us to come closer. Jacob was falling asleep, but reluctant to let go of his source of nourishment, continued to suck infrequently a bubble of milk just visible at the corner of his mouth. Debbie patted his bottom, looking up at the family grouped around her - "One of you want to take him now? He's done - he's not swallowing anymore - it's all just running down the front of my gown," she laughed. "I'm waaaayyy past ready to grab a shower while there are so many babysitters handy." Mike eagerly volunteered to hold Jacob, expertly accepting the trade-off and the unnecessary reminder to 'hold his head', reinforcing the decision I'd made earlier. Mike liked children and had always expressed a desire to have children of his own. I was past that and had NO desire to change my status by trying to get my tubes untied. I liked the freedom of no longer needing to arrange babysitters or daycare - the freedom to pick up and go where ever I wanted, when ever I wanted. Mike, whether he realized it, or admitted it or not, needed a younger partner to realize many of his life's goals and I steeled my heart to do whatever was necessary to make sure he got one. Smiling to myself though I admitted, 'in the meantime, there was no harm in enjoying what he was offering'. We stayed a bit longer till Debbie emerged from the shower, clearly exhausted by the events of her day. Making our goodbyes we made our way back out to the parking lot and I was reminded of the futility of my earlier concerns about exposure. Mike still hadn't spoken, although he did help me get the helmet situated and held the bike steady for me to climb on. The drive back home didn't seem much slower or less exhilarating than the drive to the hospital had been, but I was lost in thought much of the time and didn't notice it being quite so scary. Arriving back at home I left Mike to handle locking up his motorcycle and went in, pouring two glasses of wine. When Mike came in I handed him one saying, "A toast to Jacob Ryan?" He nodded curtly, his eyes searching my face for some clue to my feelings. We clinked our glasses, sipping at the wine, a crisp, fruity white I was partial to. Clearing my throat I said - "Mike, I'm sorry, I..." Simultaneously he burst out, "Maggie, I'm sorry, I know..." We both stopped, then started again - "Go ahead." "You were saying?" Self-conscious laughter finally cleared the last of the anger from my mind - reminding me how young my lover was, how inexperienced, and despite everything - how fond of him I was... Sipping my wine again I nodded for him to go ahead. "Maggie, I'm sorry - I realize now I should have talked to you first - before I talked to Chris or Tim." Wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in my hair he inhaled deeply for a moment before continuing, "But I love you so much. I've never been so happy before. I think you're happy too and I'd like the chance to keep making you happy." I hugged him tightly for a minute before disentangling myself from his embrace and walking away to look out the atrium windows. "Mike, honey, I love you too..." "Well, then..." "Hush honey, let me finish. I love you - and I love how you make me feel - how I feel when I'm with you. And as far as I'm concerned that can continue as long as we both want it too..." "But....?" "But I think that a lot of what you're feeling is simple infatuation." He started to stammer a protest but I held up a hand to stop him, walking back to lay my fingers against his warm lips. "Don't get me wrong, honey, I'm not knockin' infatuation. But I'm the first woman you've had a full sexual relationship with...and those feelings are always going to be special between us - but I'm NOT your forever love!" "You don't know that Maggie!" "Who better, Mike? I practically raised you don't forget." "I'm not going to drop this Maggie," he warned. "That's fair," I sipped some more wine, smiling at him over the rim, "I'm not going to say yes either.... And I'm sorry I blew up that way about it. You startled me. If I'd been expecting this I could have planned better how to respond." Wrapping his arms around me again he lightly kissed my forehead before saying, "I didn't want a planned response, Maggie... I was hoping you'd say yes." He pulled my hips against him so that I could feel the firmness at his groin. "Monster" was starting to wake up and pay attention again. Sliding one hand down the back of my jeans he cupped my bare ass, sliding a finger between my cheeks to tickle my anus. His other hand snaked up the front of my sweatshirt, cupping my breast and rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. I parted my legs so he could thrust one hard thigh between them and I thrust my hips forward, grinding my pussy against his strength. "You sure you don't want to say yes?" He murmured against my neck. "Yes to "Monster"! Yes to what you're doing right now!" "It's a start," he chuckled, pulling my sweatshirt over my head, adding, "God, have you always been such a horny ol' broad?" "Absolutely!" I pulled his face down so I could kiss him deeply, snaking my tongue into his mouth to slide against the rough edges of his teeth, tasting the wine on his own tongue. His hands were busy at the front of my jeans, opening them to slide his hand down against my snatch. Finding me already swollen and wet he moaned happily around my tongue, trying to pull down my jeans one handed. I released him to step away and he watched me narrowly, sucking the moisture from his fingers. Kicking off my shoes and shucking my jeans I left my clothes in a pile on the floor, moving into the great room, knowing he would follow. I bent to open the flue and light the fire I always kept laid. It wasn't particularly cold tonight but the fire would still feel good against our naked skin. Mike entered the room naked too, holding the wine bottle and glasses. Pulling a quilt from the back of the couch I opened it on the floor, tossing down the couch cushions and pillows. Mike put the wine bottle on the coffee table after re-filling both our glasses. As I settled onto the cushions on the floor he handed me my glass before taking a sip of his own wine and setting down the glass. The flicker of the firelight played across his muscles and the steely shaft rising from his groin, making it seem to be alive and moving on it's own. He knelt between my legs, picking them up and spreading them. "God, Maggie, you're so fucking beautiful..." "You're prejudiced." I whispered, my own hands reaching to pull my pussy up and back - spreading myself open for him and also popping my clitoris out from the hood it was hiding under. I could feel how wet I was as the cooler room air hit my engorged tissues, the contrast helping to fuel my excitement. The heat of Mike's mouth enveloped me then and the rough velvet of his tongue began to work its magic. I felt the room heat up around me as my arousal grew. I came once and then again hard, when he moved away from me briefly, but only for a moment. Sliding my legs up over his arms he lifted my ass up high before leaning over me. I could feel "Monster's" wet head seeking access and reaching down guided him home. I was bent nearly double now and knew I'd probably regret it in the morning but as Mike bottomed out, deep inside me and I felt myself stuffed and stretched even more than usual, I knew I would enjoy it for the next few minutes at least. He started to pump, pulling nearly completely out of me before driving home again and I could see the muscles of his biceps and pecs swelling and bulging with the strain. Again and again he battered my cervix and womb with his pounding and I wondered if some residual anger was playing a role, or if, more likely, he was staking his claim and marking me as his in some way. In this position I could clearly see the drag of my clitoris and labia against "Monster's" girth every time he would pull out, or pump back inside me and I felt the pressure building inside me with the continuous stimulation. Then suddenly there was nothing but the feeling of falling, into the white hot pleasure. I heard myself cry out, and buck against him as my muscles seized before the fire consumed me. # # # # I came back to myself and full awareness to find that he had carried me into the bedroom and was laying beside me, gently stroking my hands and arms occasionally, mostly just watching me. I stretched and reached for him and he leaned in to kiss me. "You went away for a while, Maggie." "Yes, I guess I must have. I don't think I've ever cum so hard I fainted before..." "You know, you're never more beautiful than when you cum?" "Bull shit, Mike, I'm an old woman, and..." "But that's just it Maggie," he interrupted. "When you cum, for just a second there is a look on your face that's hard to describe. At first I was never sure if it was pleasure or pain, but then - all your muscles relax and suddenly I can tell what you must have looked like at 18. You're just....radiant!" I looked at him suspiciously. Not sure if he was pulling my leg or not, and then realized, he didn't have the experience to do that. He was being totally sincere and I wished, for one brief moment, that someday we might be able to get a picture of that 'radiance'. Then I realized... "Mike, you didn't cum though?" Kissing me on the tip of my nose he smiled, "Not tonight. Not this time. Tonight was about loving you." "But..." "Now, in the morning," he stretched and yawned, "THAT might be an entirely different story!" And grinning happily to himself, he kissed me good night and turned out the light... # # # # Hi Mom, I'm Home # # # # Maggie was at the stove flipping pancakes while fried apples sizzled in the skillet. The tantalizing aromas of fresh brewed coffee and bacon helped dispel the last of the desert dust from his nostrils. He heard Chris hollering up the stairs for him - "Mike! Breakfast! Come n' get it!" Moving to the head of the stairs he paused and called, "I'll be down in a second." He busied himself toweling his hair, knowing that beads of water from his shower still glistened in the fine mat of chest and pubic hair, and that the striking contrast between his tanned chest and white loins drew attention to what was centered in his groin - the 'Monster' in the bush, he thought chuckling to himself. Chris looked up from reading the funnies in the newspaper. "Dude!" "Huh?" Maggie turned and looked up from the stove. He saw her quick piercing glance take in the towel around his shoulders and his wet head before dropping inadvertently. He saw her flush and turn back to the stove. Step One initiated! "Oops, sorry!" Pulling the towel in front of him he waved an apology, "Forgot for a second it wasn't the barracks." As he padded back to the bathroom to dress he risked a backward glance and caught Maggie checking his ass. Sweet! "Moron!" Chris called after him laughing. # # # # By the time Mike finished dressing and came to the table I'd regained a little of my composure, I think. At least my heart had quit racing and I wasn't feeling quite so feverish. I'd taken a few days off work at first so I had plenty of leisure to enjoy my breakfast. Mike grabbed a plate off the counter and heaped a plate full, buttering his pancakes and pouring a generous amount of syrup. He was barefoot in jeans and while Chris was apparently engrossed in the comics I could admire the play of sunlight on the muscles of Mike's back. He'd grown up to be a fine looking man, THAT was apparent from all that I'd seen, and I seemed to feel the room heat up a notch or two again. Fumbling with the paper I found the daily crossword and pulled it to me. Maybe that would help me take my mind off things I definitely should NOT be thinking about. I was his 'mom' for gosh sake - or the nearest thing to it that he'd had for years. There was no point in thinking about it or getting all hot and bothered - he was too young to ever look at someone my age AND he'd never think of me as anything but 'mom'. "Pussy." The voice from my right startled me, seeming to follow my line of thought the way it did. "Excuse me?" "Five letter word for cat ending in Y - 47 across...." Mike smiled at me across the rim of his coffee mug. "We'll see," I smiled back unconsciously. "Could also be kitty you know...but I suspect there's a Freudian explanation for the reason a 20 something male coming back from an 18 month tour of duty would come up with THAT answer!" A pair of grins confronted me now and I shook my head at both of them. "Shame on you! Do you all talk to your Mama with that mouth!" I teased. They looked at each other, still grinning, shrugged and turned back to me nodding happily. It was an old routine with them, and I laughed to see that they still remembered it. "It IS good to have you both back home, safe and sound!" I got up for some more coffee and brought the pot back to the table to top off their mugs. "What are your plans for the next few days?" Chris set down his fork and burped. "Good chow Mom! Missed your cookin'. Tim's comin' up later to take me up to the dealer's so I can find some wheels. Then some of us are meeting for pizza and beer at Angelo's later. You want me to swing back by and pick you up Mike?" "Not me man! R and R for me. I'm going to lay around the house, lay out by the pool and even out my tan, eat some more and drink a lot of water, and maybe, just maybe, stop feeling so much like sandfleas are gnawing out my liver!" "Are you okay, Mike?" I asked, reaching out to lay a hand on his arm. His muscles flexed under my touch. "I'm gonna be fine, M- Mom." he said getting up to clear his plate and dropping a light kiss on the top of my head. When did he start to stutter I wondered. Maybe its stress induced I mused. Chris got up to clear his plate too, dropping another kiss on top of my head in passing. It WAS nice having them back home again, and I would get over this....whatever it was I was feeling for Mike. It would pass and things would go back to normal. I leaned back in my chair to finish my coffee, letting the warmth of the sun shining through the large atrium style windows bake into me. Chris headed upstairs to shower and dress for the day. Mike stretched and leaned against the counter for another cup of coffee, watching the hummingbirds at the large feeder outside the window. # # # # He leaned against the counter sipping his coffee, ostensibly watching the birds and wildlife outside the window but in fact he was appreciating the view inside much more. Maggie was wearing some thin white cotton gown this morning and the sun shining through the window made it all but transparent. The dusky rose of her large nipples and the copper color of the small patch of hair at her cleft were clearly visible. Her only visible tan lines were for bikini bottoms - small ones at that - or maybe she rolled them down like he'd seen some girls do at the beach to get the best tan coverage. A light sprinkling of freckles were just visible across her shoulders and the upper slopes of her breasts. His fingers itched to reach out and touch her and his jeans were getting uncomfortable. Turning back to the sink he surreptitiously adjusted himself, checking over his shoulder to make sure her eyes remained closed. Clearing his throat of a sudden dryness, he asked, "So what are YOUR plans for today, M-Mom?" She stretched backward in the chair and he could hear the slight pop as her spine adjusted. He watched in fascination as the material stretched tight across her breasts and her nipples puckered suddenly as if they'd been touched. Running her hands through her shoulder-length red curls she was unconscious of the effect her movements had on him. "Been working a little hard the past few days to make sure everything was ready yesterday. I think I'll take it easy today myself. Clean up the kitchen and maybe pull a few weeds in the garden before it gets too hot. Grab some pool time - maybe a nap. You want to grill tonight? There's chicken, or steaks or pork tenderloin..." She'd obviously gone to some effort to make sure that all their favorites were available he thought. "Grilling sounds great - can you make your pork tenderloin with the honey-bourbon glaze?" She'd picked up her plate now too and was standing at the sink next to him, her own natural morning scent filling his senses. She reached to lay a hand along his cheek in the old familiar caress from childhood, but he thought she hesitated briefly, and lingered imperceptibly. Miniscule changes in behavior - maybe he was looking too hard. She chuckled, "Of course!" and added, "I will never get used to you boys being so bi - so tall now. How did that happen?" SO - he wasn't imagining things! Good, he thought and grinning at her as he picked up the towel to dry the dishes she washed, he said, "You cook the way you do and you have to ask? It's a wonder we don't weigh 300 pounds too!" Laughing out loud she nodded happily, "Yeah it is - the way you two have always eaten! I'd go to the grocery store and take two carts and people would ask - 'how many kids do you HAVE?' - and I'd say only two at home now, but they're teenage boys...and the other mothers would say...'you poor thing!' It was just a good thing you were both so active I think." "Yeah," he agreed. "We've slowed down a little but it IS good to be back home and taste your cooking again!" "Thank you sweetheart!" She leaned her head against him briefly, before returning to the dishwashing. "It's really good to have both of you under the roof again - and to have someone to cook for. I AM learning to cook smaller amounts but I still tend to make 3 gallons of chili at a time and that's just TOO much." He laughed, "I'll bet! You got a couple gallons in the freezer we could thaw out for lunch maybe?" "You just had BREAKFAST! You can't be thinking about lunch already!" "Well, but if it's your chili...." They continued to laugh and tease, talking about nothing serious as they finished the chore together. She made another pot of coffee when Tim came in, asking for some, groaning that he was 'too old to match jello-shots with the youngsters'. "Well duh! Geez - thought I raised smarter kids than that." She teased as she poured him a cup. He groaned again and lowered his sunglasses against the glare of the sun through the windows, "Apparently not, Mummy," he grinned unrepentantly, blowing her a kiss across the room, "but I'm cute and you love me!" She threw up her hands, "Lord deliver us - I give up!" Chris came pounding downstairs at that point adding, "About time Mama! You'd think after nearly 30 years you'd have learned you're never gonna win with THAT son!" "Hey asshole! Be nice to me if you don't want me to leave you on the side of the road somewhere!" Tim flipped a coaster at his brother, much like a miniature frisbee. Chris caught it and sent it sailing back at his older brother's head. Mike grabbed it as it sailed past him, tucking it under one arm and both of the brothers exclaimed, "Suck up!" Maggie laughed, coughing and choking on a mouthful of coffee she'd been trying to swallow, waving off Mike as he tried to helpfully pound on her back. Once she caught her breath she sputtered, "My God, how did I ever survive you three?" At once three mock-innocent grins confronted her - "Us?" came the chorus. Laughing some more she headed to her room, "I'm going to get dressed. You boys remember the rules!" "Yes Mummy!" from Tim, "No bleeding on the carpeting!" Chris added helpfully, "My brothers will heal but the house has to be repaired - don't break the house!" Mike finished, "Whatever mess we make we have to clean up or repair!" Her laughter trailed off behind her closed door as the boys sat grinning at each other. Chris said hopefully, "We're not too old to wrestle for 'top dog' are we?" Tim shook his head, "Probably not, but not today man, I'm just not up for it. I'll whip your puny ass some other day!" adding, "So Mike, you goin' with?" "Naw Tim, some other time maybe, thanks though." "'K dude - jus' lemme know - or tell Mom, I know she'd take ya too." Groaning mightily he pushed himself away from the table and stood up. "Here, lean on me, 'old man'," his younger brother teased as they went out the door. Mike could hear Tim curse and then Chris and saw, as they passed below the window over the sink, that Tim had Chris in a headlock and was administering a hard 'monkey rub' against the top of his head. He was still chuckling when Maggie came back out of her bedroom dressed for the outdoors. "What's so funny?" she enquired. Shaking his head he replied, "Just good to be home. REALLY good to be home!" # # # # My hands shook as I closed the bedroom door behind me and leaned against it. My GOD! I was having a hard time swallowing - or breathing for that matter. Thinking back I went over everything I'd seen, just to make sure I hadn't fantasized it. Sitting on the edge of the bed I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, centering myself as much as possible considering the excitement pulsing in my veins. I'd been relaxing in the morning sun coming through the window, enjoying the feel of the heat baking into me. As my muscles began to loosen I felt several knots in my back caused by the last few days' labors and I stretched slowly to ease my spine. Midway into my stretch, I felt that peculiar tingling as though I was being watched. Glancing quickly around the room from beneath my lowered eyelids I discovered both the source of my immediate discomfort, and a source of far larger discomfort. Yes. It WAS Mike watching me, and the naked hunger in his eyes, while startling my mind, caused my body to immediately react. My nipples had hardened to bullet points immediately and my pussy had pulsed again like it had last night. Trying not to show any marked sign of my reaction I'd finished my stretch, while my glance moved lower. I hadn't been mistaken about what I'd seen earlier there either - not if the size of the growing bulge in his jeans was any indication. Trying to think it through calmly and rationally I told myself over and over that his reaction was normal for a healthy young male who had been in 'enforced seclusion' so to speak, for quite some time. He was just horny - he'd have reacted that way to the presence of any female at all. But one part of my mind whispered, 'true - but it means he sees you as a female...not as just Mom!' I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I knew how I was supposed to feel, but the wet spot I was sitting in seemed to let me know that it wasn't, in fact, how I was actually feeling. Forcing myself up, I thought I'd managed to get through the dishwashing without giving myself away - even though the urge to touch him was becoming nearly overwhelming. Finally I had to tear myself away, despite the laughter and teasing of the boys, all I could seem to think about was dragging Mike behind closed doors and fucking him mindless. Running into my bathroom and closing the door behind me again I collapsed on the floor against it, pulling my gown up around my waist as I frantically plunged my fingers into my sopping cunt. Picturing again the size of the hardware Mike sported and the massive size and thickness of his apparent hard on I shoved three and then four fingers into my aching pussy as deeply as I could. Over and over I fucked myself, chewing my bottom lip so that I wouldn't make a sound - I couldn't make a sound. Finally with a huge, gasping shudder, I came. And found I was still just as horny as before.... Finally staggering to my feet I faced myself in the large vanity mirror. 'Okay Maggie', I scolded myself, 'you are going to take this one step at a time and not ASSUME anything.' Maybe, I thought, but the sparkle in my eyes and the roses in my cheeks seemed to hint that I might have taken more than one step - or perhaps leaped to an assumption or two. First things first girl, find out if he IS in fact interested in you - or just generally horny. If it's that, then you better make plans to drive him to Angelo's tonight with the rest of his age group. If not...well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, I thought. Splashing cold water on my face and running a quick comb through my hair, I pulled it back into a loose ponytail so that the curls tumbled, bounced, and caught the light. Determined on my course of action now I tossed my gown into the hamper and headed for the walk-in closet. Five minutes later I was checking the over all effect in the mirror. The sleeveless white tee seemed demure enough, until you noted how translucent it was in bright light. I'd debated going bra-less, something that normally wouldn't have worried me in front of Chris and Mike. Now, however, I was trying for something a little more attention getting. The bra I'd picked was one of my favorite Victoria Secret numbers. In a shade called 'Whisper Beige' it seemed to blend well with my tan so that it was barely noticeable, but the light padding and underwire provided just the right amount of leverage, so that my normally noticeable bust became an unmistakable feature of the landscape. A pair of slightly baggy khaki shorts that would allow me, while bending and weeding to flash occasional glimpses of my naked pussy, completed my 'ensemble'. I wasn't sure about the wisdom of going pantiless. I seemed to feel a damp spot forming in the crotch of the shorts before I even walked out the door. My cheeks were flushed and I was having a little trouble keeping my hands from shaking. I nearly had second thoughts and changed into jeans or sweats, but something inside, maybe just my own need and horniness, propelled me forward and out the door. # # # # Following Maggie out to the little patch of vegetable garden to help, he couldn't help but notice the lines of her body and the way she moved. After last night she seemed a hundred times more erotic and enticing than she had before he went overseas, if that was possible. He wanted to throw her down in the tilled earth between the rows and....oh God, where to even start with that delicious body of hers. His eyes narrowed in contemplation of the choices she presented from behind, from the arch of her foot and the fullness of her swaying hips to the wispy tendrils of flame-colored hair at the base of her skull. Feeling his jeans pinch uncomfortably he groaned mentally - he was going to have to try to control his thoughts or he was going to spend all day in the john beating his meat for relief. At that moment Maggie bent suddenly to pull a vagrant weed. He noticed first that there was no visible panty line showing. 'Maggie wearing a thong?', he thought. But as she bent nearly double to get at the stubborn root of the plant, her shorts rode up in back and he thought he saw...relax 'Monster' she could still be wearing a thong...but he could swear it looked like her upper thighs were wet.... Not watching where he stepped now he tripped on the hose lying across the rows and went flying, running into Maggie and sending both of them sprawling. He leaped to his feet, apologizing profusely and pulling Maggie to her own feet. She was covered with dirt from head to toe, but laughing. He began helping her brush the dirt from her arms and legs, wiping it from her face carefully to avoid getting it in her eyes. He started to brush off her shirt but felt his throat close up and hands start to tremble looking down at the swell of her breasts. She was still chattering happily about how often she'd done exactly the same thing when something about his stillness reached her awareness. Looking at him she saw the lust in his eyes, a pulse beating heavily at his throat and the rampant swell of his cock. Flushing at being caught out so abruptly he began to turn away but her hand on his arm, stopped him. "Really Mike?" she asked softly. "Are you sure?" Turning back to her, touching her face gently, he replied, "Surer than I have ever been of anything, Maggie." "Some people would say it's very wrong." Barely able to speak or swallow now, he asked, "Do you feel that way too?" Hanging her head and flushing she whispered, "I don't know if it's wrong, or it's right...but, I'm willing if you're certain it's what you want." Groaning he dropped to his knees, leaning forward to rest his forehead against the slight swell of her belly. She ran her fingers lightly over the soft brush of his hair and watched in fascination as he shivered in response. "Let's go inside." She said firmly. Mike nodded and rose to his feet. There were no close neighbors but the back portion of the yard was enclosed only by a low, chain link fence intended only to keep Sam inside and other neighborhood dogs out. The high privacy fence enclosed only the patio and pool. As they entered the kitchen door her cell phone trilled - Chris announcing his purchase of a car and that he was going to see some friends before heading to Angelo's that evening. They had the house to themselves for hours. Maggie turned and locked the door - it wouldn't keep out anyone with a key but would slow them down long enough to give advance warning. Then taking Mike's hand she entered her bedroom, closing and locking the door firmly behind them. Leaning her back against the door for a moment she saw him standing in the middle of the room, hands at his side as though uncertain what to do next. She walked up to him, pressing her body firmly against his, her hands roaming over the smooth muscles of his chest and shoulders, watching as he shivered again uncontrollably. Hi Mom, I'm Home Curious now about the way he was reacting to her she asked, "Mike, you're not a virgin are you?" "No," he shook his head firmly. "But..." "Alright then. Help me take my clothes off." He was already so hard he thought he'd burst, but as he pulled the T-shirt over her head and her proud breasts came into view, he discovered he could get harder still. She turned her back to him so he could see the small hook holding her brassiere together. As he undid the clasp she crossed her arms in front - holding the cups in place against her bosom, until she could turn back to him and he could lift the satin and lace creation away. Her nipples were already hard, turgid points, as big as raspberries and he discovered he could swallow again as his mouth began to water. She pulled him toward the bed, seating him on the edge and moving between his legs so that her breasts were at the level of his mouth. "Touch me Mike, I need you to touch me" she demanded. Tentatively at first, but with growing confidence he began stroking and loving her. Her whispered groans of encouragement, urged him on. "Oh yes, Mike. That's nice! I won't break, you can hold them more firmly..." When she asked, "Don't you want to suck my nipples?", he thought he would cum on the spot. As he put lips and mouth to her teat she moaned throatily, arching her back and thrusting her breast harder against his face. He felt her hands roaming over his head, back and shoulders and couldn't remember ever experiencing anything like it. The soft pads of her fingers seemed to leave a trail of fire in their wake. Her hand pressed against the back of his head, urging him on, "Harder, Mike, it's okay. Suck me honey! Flick my nipples with your tongue...........aaaaahhhh yes, just like that. Soooo good! And don't neglect the other one...ohhh yes, Mike, that's it! Just like that!" Taking his hands she lowered them to the front of her shorts and he shivered again as he hastily began to unbutton them. "Ssshhhh, no rush.... We have all the time in the world, honey..." With a twist of her hips the shorts fell to the ground and she was naked in his arms. He was rigid as steel now and aching with the need for release. She moved away from him briefly, making him close his legs so she could straddle them, once again bringing her nipples to his mouth level and he gratefully opened his mouth, suckling and tickling her nipple with his tongue in the ways she'd indicated were pleasing. Taking his hands again she put one against the other breast, saying - "Now, with your fingers, do to me what you're doing with your mouth." He looked at her in some wonder but her eyes were shining with passion and when his fingers found her other nipple and pinched and flicked at it, she tossed her head back making little sounds of pleasure. Still holding his other hand she placed it firmly against her sex, holding his fingers with her own as she moved her hips against him. "See how wet I am? That's what you do to me Mike - I want you so much, your hands and mouth and your cock! Oh God I want your cock!" She fucked at his fingers for a few more thrusts, until his fingers were literally dripping with her juices. Pulling his hand to her mouth she startled him by sucking one of the dew wet fingers into her mouth. "Mmmmmm. Good enough to eat," she stated, moving his hand closer to his own face. "Don't you think." He'd never eaten pussy but he seen it done in movies and pictures and knew most men enjoyed it. Closing his eyes and opening his mouth he sucked in one of his fingers and tasted - "It's GOOD!" He exclaimed, eyes opening again with surprise. She laughed with delight. "I'm glad you approve. Now stand up honey" As he stood, she dropped to her knees in front of him unzipping his jeans and pulling them to the ground so he could step out of them. Sitting back on her heels she viewed the enormous swelling inside his boxers and he saw her unconsciously lick her lips. Her eyes lifted to his momentarily as she said, "Oh MY, what have we here?" and began to lower the boxers to the ground. "Sit!" she commanded imperiously and moving forward between his legs, he saw her lick her lips again. As she cupped his balls with one hand, trying futilely to wrap her other around 'Monster's' base, he felt the imminent tingle and drawing sensation. "Oh, God! Maggie, I can't..." he began, as her mouth descended to wrap itself warmly around the head of his cock and he erupted like a volcano. "Mmmmphhh," she rolled her head slightly to look up at him owlishly before closing her eyes again. He felt her swallowing. Oh God, he felt her swallowing his whole load and suddenly thought he might never stop cumming. # # # # She had waved his apologies away, "Don't be silly Mike. It's normal when you're that excited - and flattering too. I sort of expected it. You'll last longer next time." He stopped, mid-apology, "There's going to be a next time?" "Hmmm? Oh, yes, of course - several if I'm not mistaken, I was just thinking.....," she smiled a full, dazzling smile at him, "how to pass the time... How much do you really know about women Mike?" He looked up self-consciously from toying with one of her nipples, "I dunno. What do you mean?" "How we're made? How we function? How we're different from men?" "Well, Chris and I took Health Class and Tim gave us a couple talks - and the Army had lectures and movies." She snorted, "I'll bet - I can just about imagine the quality of THOSE. 1950's era - 'don't dip your wick without protection'." She exclaimed sententiously, sounding so much like one of the films they had, in fact, seen that he had to laugh. Propping some pillows against the headboard of the bed and leaning against them, she spread her legs wide, continuing, "Welcome to Mama Maggie's School of Anatomy and Physiology!" At his puzzled look she laughed again and said, "Never mind - I'll SHOW you what it means." Crooking her finger at him, she beckoned him closer and he inched cautiously forward. She popped back upright after kissing him soundly and pointed down at the swollen, pink V of her sex. "Oh!" He grinned and settled in closer, watching in wonder as she separated the folds of her pussy. "These are my labia - my lips," she explained tracing the ruffled furls. "And this," pointing to the nub at the apex, "is my clitoris or clit. But like some men's penises it's hooded - watch." Pulling up and outward on the surrounding tissues she exposed the little pearl. "Most women get a great deal of pleasure from having their pussy played with or licked and sucked, especially the clit, but for some women it's entirely too sensitive." She paused. "Or it might get too sensitive after she climaxes or cums." As he watched in fascination, a translucent drop of fluid began to escape from the tunnel of her vagina, hovering briefly on the mouth before sliding down the cleft of her buttocks. "This," she said while sliding a finger into her heated depths, pulling it out covered with her juices, "is the natural lubrication that women produce when they're excited. It should taste good - fresh and mildly sweet. If it tastes or smells fishy or yeasty be careful, she may have some kind of infection." He shook his head automatically, an instinctive reaction to the suggestion he might have other lovers, but she stopped him, laying the finger that smelled of her sex across his lips, silencing any argument he might make. "Mike, someday you're going to find a beautiful young woman and fall in love and you are going to use all of the skills you learn here, and all the skills you learn in the future, in order to love her." He opened his mouth, licking and sucking at her finger, but shaking his head again. "There's one last thing, but you need to find this yourself - it's a little different on every woman. Take your index finger and slide it into me palm up. Mmmmm, that's nice that you're gentle. You don't always have to be quite so gentle but the first time you enter any woman should be like....." "A reconnaissance mission?" "Exactly! What a great description. Now that your finger is inside me, how does it feel? "God, Maggie - you're so hot inside..." Yes, baby. I'm very excited, and getting more so every minute. But, feel this....?" She did something, he didn't know what - he noticed a slight flex of the muscles of her lower abdomen but inside there was a ripple along the length of her vagina before it clamped down solidly around his finger. "Jesus!" She laughed. "There's an exercise they teach women to do after they give birth in order to restore muscle tone - I've been doing them for a long time now." "One last thing though," she explained. "I want you to feel around along the roof of my vagina - mine is fairly close to the front. It's a small spot where the tissues feel a little....ummm," she hesitated thinking. "Thicker," he said suddenly looking up at her. "Maybe a little rough by comparison?" "Press your finger against it and I can......Oh YESSSS," she closed her eyes, arching her back slightly and taking a deep breath. "Yes, that's it." He saw her nipples tighten and crinkle, once again becoming the hard raspberry points he had seen earlier. "Now, I'm going to lay back and let you play and explore to your heart's content for a while. You've already noticed that I like having my nipples sucked and played with. I will also tell you that I like having my pussy licked, sucked and played with. There are usually two sure fire ways to make me cum. One is to suck on a nipple while you finger fuck me and rub my clit with your thumb. The other is to finger fuck me while you suck my clit and flick it with your tongue. Now scoot over and make room....and knock yourself out..." He was already hard and throbbing again, but his curiosity and desire to make her cum was nearly as imperative. He looked at her somewhat helplessly. "What do....?" He began. She held up a hand to silence him. "Do what ever you WANT to do for now. I'll tell you if I don't enjoy it and want you to stop. I suspect you'll be able to tell if I am enjoying myself. You might want to start by kissing me..." She grinned at him. Moving closer to her he did just that, discovering that she taught him as much about kissing in five minutes, just by kissing him, than he'd learned in all his years necking in parked cars or the back row of movie theaters. He noted somewhat absently that her mouth was nearly as hot and moist as that opening guarded by her lower lips. She didn't have the fat, full lips of an Angelina Jolie, but it was hard to imagine being kissed any better, more tenderly or passionately. Unlike some of the girls he'd dated she didn't try to swallow him whole but it was as though she made love to his mouth - and was in no hurry to proceed to the next level. He tried to take the hint although his heart was pounding so hard he thought it might possibly jump out of his chest and his dick was drooling pre-cum across every surface it touched. Her hands roamed freely over his body, exploring and exciting as they traced the lines of his muscles, the length of his spine and the hollows of his tightly clenched buttocks. Following her lead he began exploring her body as well, glad that his trembling seemed to decrease as the minutes passed. With the tip of her tongue she traced a line of molten fire down the side of his neck and across one collarbone, and he followed suit on her opposite side, delighting as she made throaty noises of encouragement, arching up into closer contact with him. Her nipples seemed to be drilling holes into his chest and he moved a hand to fondle one. She hissed and he wondered if he'd done something wrong but a quick glance at her face reassured him. Her head was tossed back on the pillow, eyes closed with her bottom lip clamped between her teeth, but there was a hint of a smile still lingering at the corners of her eyes and mouth. Bending his head and using just the tip of his tongue he began lightly flicking and teasing her nipples, first one, then the other while his hands continued to explore. He discovered that the inner skin of her upper thighs was not only soft as velvet, but it was also apparently quite sensitive as she shivered and moaned throatily, while her nipples tightened even further between his lips. Despite the urgings of his balls and prick, which wanted nothing more than to bury themselves between Maggie's tender thighs, he was enjoying the chance to have a woman in his hands. An eager, cooperative, and sober woman, who just happened to also be his dearest fantasy come to life. It was, he discovered, an amazing feeling. Maggie's feelings were somewhat more complicated. This was still a young man she had known from childhood and raised as a son, but she couldn't deny the attraction either - or how her body was responding to him. The fact that much of what they were enjoying was still new to him, and that he was considerably less 'practiced' than someone her own age, seemed somehow to increase her lecherous feelings significantly. She wasn't sure if it was his youth, eagerness and gratitude, or the 'forbidden' aspects of their near incestuous coupling, but at the moment she wanted very much to fuck him till neither of them could stand or walk anymore - and after resting, to do it all over again! He'd returned to kissing her deeply, his hand, stroking and fondling her nipples - pinching and pulling them as she arched her back, thrusting them up in a demand for more attention. As he bent again, opening wide to suck her tit deeply into his mouth she put a hand to the back of his head, pressing him to her tightly and whispering - "Oh God, yes baby - suck it hard!" Her hips had begun to undulate against the bed, legs spread wide. Taking the hint he slid his hand down, over her belly, to the wet swell of her cunt. Slipping his fingers between her folds he was delighted when she rose to meet him, continuing to make little cooing sounds of pleasure and encouragement. Remembering his earlier discovery and her response he slipped his fingers into the hot tunnel of her delight, sliding them firmly over the thick patch of her G-spot. She bucked against him murmuring, "yes, oh my gawd yes....like that....don't stop...." Encouraged by her responses to him and eager to see what happened next he continued the finger fucking while maintaining his attentions to her nipples as well. By accident, more than by design, as she thrashed under him, fucking his hand, the knuckle of his thumb rubbed hard against her clit, once - then again - and he saw the beauty and intensity of a woman's orgasm in reality. So much different than the movies he thought briefly as her thighs clamped around his hand and her muscles locked into rigor with a grimace on her face that seemed as much pain as pleasure he thought. Then she relaxed back onto the pillows, flushed and smiling and he knew she'd never looked so beautiful to him before. Now he started to feel the ache in his balls and cock again, not helped when Maggie rolled toward him, grasping him firmly and rubbing her thumb around the smear of pre-cum on the head. He groaned, amazed how much better her hand on his prick felt than his own. Maggie grinned up at him impishly. "Feel good?" "Uh huh," he murmured against the top of her head. Kissing his chest she said, "I can think of a thing or two that would probably feel even better." "O...kay..." came his strangled gasp as she rubbed against a particularly sensitive spot and he fought for the self-control not to cum in her hand. "Just lay back on the pillows and let 'Mama' Maggie take care of everything," she said, unsure why emphasizing their past relationship in this way increased her feelings of sluttiness in their present circumstances, but enjoying the experience. She sat back on her heels, watching as he jauntily flopped back on the pillows, folding his arms under his head and giving her a cocky little grin. 'Monster's' steely-curve arched up and away from the thicket of curls at his groin. Involuntarily she licked her lips again at the sight, noting absently that the room seemed to have gotten hotter than it had been. Unable to resist the temptation presented by the pearly bead of pre-cum decorating 'Monster's' head she bent, taking just the helmet into her mouth for a brief lick and suck, feeling Mike's body tense below her. "Oh shit, Maggie, I don't think...." "Ssshhh baby, it's gonna be okay," she reassured, as she straddled him, the ripe melons of her breasts hanging delightfully within reach, and he took the offered opportunity to play with them some more. As she leaned back and he felt the first wet, kiss of her cunt on his cock his eyes widened and his hands tightened on her breasts. She watched the play of emotions on his face, delighting in the intensity of the experience he was having - feeling that intensity augment and increase her own pleasure. God, he was so big - filling her so full and stretching her so tightly. She was having to take her time and go slowly - easing down on him a little, then lifting up, to settle down a little further on his shaft each time. She could feel her lower lips clinging to his prick every time she moved, pulling on the hood of her already sensitive clit - bringing her that much closer to cumming again. As 'Monster's' bulk began to apply smooth silken pressure against her G-spot on the inside, she was also close enough to the base that she felt stretched nearly to the limit. As the stimulation reached a peak for her she began to rock on his cock, head thrown back and eyes closed as she focused inward on her pleasure. This time as she climaxed may have been less intense for her, but feeling the wet velvet of her sheath milking his shaft was too much for Mike and pulling her hips down tight against him as he surged upward he came too. Maggie fell forward, slightly breathless, to lay against his chest and listen to the wild hammering of his heart. Tracing the muscles of his chest with a fingertip she was pleasantly surprised to realize that Mike was still hard inside her. Popping upright again to look at him she realized he was grinning devilishly. "The benefits of a youthful constitution," he bragged, while flexing a muscle causing his cock to move inside her. The unexpected pulse inside set off an answering spasm in her own inner muscles, and triggered a fit of giggles generating no end of pleasant sensations for them both. Raising herself, she realized immediately that the addition of Mike's splooge to her already copious dew provided more than enough lubrication, even taking into account the girth of his prick. Sliding up and down on the fat 'Monster' was already beginning to strain her self-control, aided in part by Mike's continued toying with her nipples. She was trying to go slow enough to avoid over-stimulating Mike and causing him to cum again but at the moment she most wanted to roll him over and let him pound her deep and hard. She could feel herself building to one of those 'earth-shaking' orgasms that would leave her limp and exhausted and she wanted it so badly she could taste it. Sliding off him she crooked her finger again to summon him, moving to the edge of the mattress. Thankful for once, for the height of the antique bed-frame, she lay face up, with her ass and pussy at the edge of the mattress, holding her legs up and apart while motioning Mike forward. "C'mon hon'...this position allows you to get in really deep, and gives you a lot of leverage because you're standing. Plus it has the added benefit of letting you watch your cock go in and out of my pussy..." # # # # The benefits of Mike's 'youthful constitution' were easily apparent over the next few hours. We were able to play without much need for interruption, other than the occasional change of position or pause to shower. I did teach him about the need to add lubricant for we 'MILFs' - either chemical from a tube or natural in the form of saliva. We both discovered he was something of a natural 'tongue' and he discovered that he had a natural preference for doggy which gave him the deepest penetration and most sensation possible - with me at least.