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Rosalita Ch. 01

By: Ahabscribe



Here is a story that is a wee bit different for me in some ways and in other ways is very typical...you can be the judge. I'm sure I'll take hits for listing it as an Incest story rather than in the Mature category, but the incestuous tone of the story and what will subsequently occur made my choice for me. Please read the author's afterword for more on this decision. Oh, and forgive any errors in my use of Spanish - a lovely language which I wish I'd studied harder on in college.

As always, this is a work of fiction and any character's resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence -- all characters exist only within the story and the confines of my very crowded head. Please offer up comments, both positive or negative -- they do serve to inspire me. Enjoy!

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For most of the time that I've known her, Rosalita was one of the saddest people I ever met. And it seems like I've known her forever. She was one of the invisible people that we interact with everyday and yet never really know. I met Rosalita when I was a kid in grade school. Rosalita was one of our school janitors, cleaning and mopping up after us no matter what mess we students made. 

I can remember watching her in our cafeteria when I was maybe six years old. I was sitting at a table with some buddies eating our bologna sandwiches and chips and our little cartons of milk and I looked up as she passed by, stopping at the next table to wipe it down. She glanced over at us and noticed me watching her. She gave me the sweetest and saddest smile. It nearly made me cry as I sensed even then, great love and great loss.

A few minutes later, some older kids made a stupid scene by pretending to accidentally spill their food trays into the floor next to the trash cans. They walked away laughing and saying "Whoops!" in exaggerated voices. Rosalita sighed and trudged over to the mess and began cleaning it up.

I don't know why, but I got up and after disposing of my tray, bent over next to her and began picking things up. Rosalita glanced over surprised and then smiled again. A mother's smile full of love that reminded me of how Mom would look when I'd done something that pleased her.

"Thank you, hijo," said Rosalita, picking up the last of the garbage. "You're a good boy." She stepped over and tousled my hair. "Go on, hijo, go play."

I looked at her for a moment, basking in the glow of her smile and asked with a child's curiosity, "What does hijo mean?"

Rosalita blushed, bright spots of red on her brown cheeks. "Um, it means son, young man, um, it's Johnny, right?" Her eyes grew watery, tears on the verge of falling down her cheeks.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied.

She smiled that smile at me again, "Such a good boy. I think you make your mama proud." Rosalita smiled and continued, "I am Rosalita, Johnny. Thank you for helping me. Now go play!"

And I did. I always remembered that moment though. And I remembered her mopping up the rest of the other kids' mess, pausing to wipe tears from her eyes. I felt a connection to her even then, even if I didn't understand it. She was just the nice, but sad lady who ever after always had a nice smile for me. I made a point of helping her whenever I saw a chance. Picking up a heavy wastebasket for her or pushing her cleaning cart up the incline between the main school building and the gymnasium. She always seemed pleased by that and always said, "Thank you, my little hijo." We rarely spoke more than hello and goodbye and thank you. 

That Christmas, I brought her a little glass angel identical to the one I gave my teacher, Mrs. Parsons. I made her cry and she hugged me and sobbed, "Gracias, mi amado hijo!" I was a little confused and thought I had upset her, but she saw the gathering storm clouds in my face and knelt down and hugged me again. "I love it, Johnny. You've made me very happy." That made me feel better and I hugged her back one last time and wished her a Merry Christmas before running off.

Things changed after that. She smiled a little more -- even if it was still tinged with sadness and she always seemed happy to see me. I'm sure it's safe to say I had a little boy's crush on her. But, the years passed and as they did, I would move on and up in school as we all do. I lost track of Rosalita after I went to middle school and then in sixth grade, we up and moved across the state. For years, I rarely, if ever, thought of the sad eyed woman I had befriended. It was a bit of surprise to meet up with her again when my family moved back to town just before school started for my senior year.

I was hanging out in the cafeteria on the first day, getting reacquainted with old friends when one of them nudged me with his elbow and said, "Hey, Johnny, there's your old girlfriend." Even before I looked to where Mick was pointing, I heard an old familiar voice scolding a group of juniors. I turned around to see several young men scurrying to clean up their mess while Rosalita shook her finger at them and called them little pigs.

My heart gave a lurch as I saw my old friend who still looked so sad and to whom I now had a different reaction. See, I was eighteen and I had already figured out that I had a thing for older women. Don't ask me why -- I'm not sure myself. Maybe it was a Mom fixation. I have fantasized about my mother for years. From there, my fantasies have spread outward to include most of Mom's friends, a few good looking teachers and my supervisor at the grocery story where I had worked as a bag boy until we moved back here. Mature women just turn me on.

Now I found myself looking at my sad Rosalita in a new light as well. I had always liked her, but now post puberty, I was surprised that I hadn't remembered her as the beautiful woman she was. Rosalita's skin was the color of cinnamon and her high cheek bones gave her a noble look. Her hair was jet black and tied into a bun on top of her head. I let my gaze roam appreciatively over her lush body -- I freely admit that like most teenager boys, I am fascinated with large breasts and her bosom although completely covered by her work clothes (a blue jumpsuit), was obviously huge. She was a little stockier than I remembered, standing maybe five and half feet tall, but her jumpsuit clung enticingly to her shapely butt. I felt my cock stir in general interest.

"See you guys later," I said, getting up from the table. I heard Mick snicker, but ignored him. He was a doofus way back when and he was a doofus now. I strolled over to Rosalita and said, "Hi, Miss Rosalita. Do you remember me?"

She turned around and looked me up and down with her big, dark eyes. After studying me for a second, she started to shake her head and then she stopped and her hand flew to her mouth and she said softly, "My little Johnny? Is that you, mi hijo?"

I grinned and nodded. "Oh my god, you're all grown up!" she exclaimed and then surprised me by rushing up and giving me a big hug. Her arms pulled me tight against her and I was able to confirm my suspicions about her large bosom as I could feel her meaty breasts pillow against my chest -- even through her bra.

"Look at you!" she exclaimed, stepping back and giving me another once over. "My sweet little Johnny has become a man!" She had a broad grin on her face and I felt not only aroused by this lovely mature woman, but happy that I could take that sad look off her face.

We chatted for several minutes and then the bell rang for my next class. Rosalita sighed and gave me another hug and said, "It is so good to see you, Johnny!" before letting me go.

"You too, Ms. Rosalita," I murmured, feeling my face blush. I wasn't embarrassed as much as pleased that she seemed so happy to seem me again.

Senior year passed quickly -- I had most of my required classes completed and what was left, I skated through. Mostly I concentrated on girls (my interests were not exclusively with mature women), fixing up my old Ford, and baseball (I was the starting first basemen on the school team). I saw Rosalita around often and would stop and chat with her, still helping her out when I could, which earned me an occasional hug or maybe just a touch on the arm. Just being around the lovely Mexican-American woman could get me hard -- her touch guaranteed an erection.

I fantasized a lot about making a move on Rosalita, but like my fantasies about Mom or her friends, I didn't have a clue about how to approach her. My sexual experiences were limited to a few sweaty moments with a cheerleader named Denise who gave sloppy, but enthusiastic blowjobs, but wouldn't go all the way.

I always figured that my fantasies would remain just that, my fantasies, but things wound up being very different because I didn't run out that pop-up against our school's biggest rivals.

It was one of our home games in late April and West Riverside was kicking our asses and we were behind 9-1. In the bottom of the ninth, I was at bat with one out and I popped it up behind second base and their shortstop was there and took it in and I half-assed it up the baseline and had turned to the dugout before the ball was in his glove.

Coach Munson had a fit over my laziness and instead of showering up and getting out of there, I was running laps around the ball field for the next thirty minutes and then I had to collect and store all our equipment. By the time I had showered and dressed, I was alone at the ball field. I trudged back to the high school parking lot just after the sun had set and everything was in that dim time of twilight. I was having a good pity party for myself and not paying attention to anything, tossing a baseball I'd kept, up and down.

I was shocked out of my daze by a shrill scream and I spun around and at the far end of the lot where teachers and staff parked, I could see a commotion. "ROSALITA!" I screamed as I broke into a run.

Rosalita was struggling with two guys who were trying to take her purse and she was hanging on to it for dear life. As I approached, I recognized them as a couple of lowlife thugs who were in and out of school all the time. They were intent on Rosalita's purse and not aware of my approach. One of them struck Rosalita on the jaw and she went to her knees, hands still wrapped tight around the strap to her bag.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" I yelled, throwing the ball in my hand at the guy who punched her and nailing him in the back of his head. His knees went out from under him and he was on the ground next to Rosalita and as his buddy looked up to see what was going on, I slammed into him, throwing him against Rosalita's car. He stumbled to the right, tossing a wild haymaker that just clipped my chin and made me go off balance. 

By the time, I got my footing, he had his pal up and they were running off. In the heat of my anger, I started after them, but drew up short when Rosalita sobbed, "No! Let them go, hijo!"

My anger bled away in an instant as I turned and hurried to Rosalita and knelt beside her. "Are you okay?" I gasped, reaching out and touching her arm.

Rosalita nodded and tried to speak and then just burst into tears and flung her face against my chest and cried for a minute or two. I just put my arms around her and tried to say something to calm her. 

By the time she was able to talk; the Principal and a school board member had emerged from the school and rushed up. They called the police who took statements from Rosalita and me. I identified the assholes who had tried to mug her and the police assured her that they were not strangers to them and they'd have no trouble rounding them up. Rosalita was very quiet saying very little and staying close to me. 

While Principal Brown and the police were discussing things, she leaned into me and said, "Thank you, Johnny. You're a brave young man." She took my hand in hers and squeezed it affectionately.

I blushed down to the roots of my hair and tried to be modest. "I didn't do anything brave. It doesn't take much to stand up to a couple of assholes who'd pick on a woman like that."

Rosalita smiled at me and said, "No -- it was a brave thing to do."

The police left and Principal Brown patted me on the back and told me how proud he was. Then he looked to Rosalita and said, "Will you be alright, Mrs. Sanchez? Do you need someone to drive you home? I'm in a meeting, but I'll be free in fifteen minutes or so."

Before she could answer, I jumped in and said, "I'd be glad to drive Ms. Rosalita home, sir."

We both looked at Rosalita and she nodded and said, "That would be nice, Johnny." I told Principal Brown that I would hike back to my car later and he beamed and called me a good young man and wished us both a nice weekend.

I helped Rosalita into her car and suddenly realized I was seeing her for the first time in something different than her work clothes. As she sat down and swung her legs in, it hit me as I realized I was admiring her shapely calves! Rosalita was wearing a skirt -- a knee length denim skirt. I couldn't help but smile as my eyes roamed up her body -- Rosalita was wearing a pretty checkered blouse that just gave a hint of her no doubt impressive cleavage. I continued my survey and met her eyes. I blushed as she smiled back at me, no doubt knowing exactly what I had been doing. Just as I began to close the door, she said softly, "Thank you, mi hijo."

The drive home was silent, Rosalita speaking only to tell me where to turn. She lived maybe three miles away -- we came to a stop in front of small house on a quiet, residential street. Her front yard was immaculate with beautifully crafted flower beds. "Your house is lovely. Did you do all those flowerbeds yourself?" I asked.

Rosalita looked out at her home and nodded. "Yes, I love working with flowers. After cleaning up after you kids..." She stopped, grinned and resumed, "Cleaning up after those other kids -- it's nice to work on something pretty." She reached over and squeezed my hand. "Sorry -- I didn't mean to lump you in with everyone else. You're special -- you've always treated me like a person instead of a janitor."

I shrugged and replied, "You are a person, Rosalita -- and you're the one who's special. Most of us are too stupid or blind to see that." She beamed back at me. I felt embarrassed -- not sure what else to say, so I opened the car door. "I'll walk you to your door, Rosalita."

I helped her out of the car and realized as I again stared at her legs. "Rosalita, you're bleeding!"

She looked down and sighed. "Si. I skinned my knees when that punk hit me. I don't know what will be more sore tomorrow -- my knees or my chin. She tilted her head and even in the dim light of a nearby streetlamp I could tell there was a small discoloration of her otherwise reddish-coppery skin.

Rosalita took my offered arm and I walked her to the door. She unlocked the door and turned and we looked at each other with uncertainty. I wanted to kiss her so badly; I was almost shaking with the effort of restraining myself.

"Johnny?" she said, her voice low and unsure. "Would you mind coming in for a little bit -- at least until I feel a little more, I don't know, settled?

"Um, sure," I replied. "I'd be happy to."

Inside, she turned on the lights. It was a lovely little place, neat as a pin. A small living room, adjoining kitchen and breakfast nook and a hall that I assumed led to one or more bedrooms. The walls were covered with family photographs and a few paintings.

Rosalita picked up a TV remote and handed it to me. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable? I'm going to take a quick shower and clean up this mess," she said, gesturing at her bloodied knees. "You can watch TV if you like and there is soda in the refrigerator."

I felt a stirring in my loins -- my cock beginning its all too short rise towards erection. In my head, I saw a million directions that this could go and worried that I would manage to have a million and one ways to screw things up. "Okay," I said meekly. My cock continued to swell as I realized that in a few minutes, this woman I had lusted after all year long would be naked just a few feet away from me.

She smiled at me and started to move towards the hallway. Rosalita stopped and turned back. "I feel silly saying 'thank you,' over and over again, but Johnny, thank you for what you did." She closed the distance between us and then rose on tip-toe to kiss the corner of my mouth, her body moving firmly against mine. "Mi beloved hijo," she whispered. She stepped back, her cinnamon skin turning darker as she blushed and then hurried from the room.

I watched her go and then stood there looking around the room. I idly turned on the television, but didn't sit down for long. Instead, I wandered about the room, looking at the various photographs. I assumed they were family pictures. I recognized a much younger Rosalita in a sundress, next to an older couple and then one of her in a graduation cap and gown between the same two people who I guessed were her parents. Other pictures showed her and various other young people of differing ages -- her parents in some of these pictures as well, so I assumed that they were her siblings. She looked so happy in those pictures.

She looked even happier in other pictures with a young Hispanic man in a military uniform. Then there was a wedding photo, Rosalita looking absolutely radiant next to her young man in Army dress uniform. I lingered on this one, feeling a little guilty as I ogled the deep cut of her dress, exposing the tops of her magnificent breasts. Then came pictures of a pregnant Rosalita, her belly swollen and looking as happy as anyone ever could. I was amazed to find myself as hard as I have ever been, looking at her, maybe seven or eight months pregnant, belly big and breasts under a maternity top, looking almost impossibly huge.

As I walked, I came to a little alcove. It looked like a shrine or tiny altar. There were candles in the front and behind them, pictures of her husband holding an infant and another of a young boy, maybe five years old. Suddenly, cold exploded in the pit of my stomach and all my horniness evaporated in a heartbeat. I suddenly comprehended Rosalita's sadness.

"His name was Hernando. I fell in love with him the first moment I saw him," Rosalita said from behind me. I turned to see her standing there in a thick, plush robe, belted tight. She was staring at the photo intently. "He is holding our son, Juan." She smiled that sad smile of hers. "Little Juan loved his daddy so much. Even at six months, he loved to go everywhere with his father."

Rosalita reached out and took my hand. My mouth felt as dry as a desert as I whispered, "What happened, Rosalita?"

She didn't say anything for a long, drawn out minute and I couldn't bring myself to breathe. Finally, Rosalita let out a long, soulful sigh that ended in a tremulous voice, "Hernando took Juan to a ballgame, they were both such baseball fans. They were on their way back and another car ran into them. They were gone by the time the ambulance came. The other driver, she died too. Wasn't drunk or a heart attack -- just ran into my husband and my little boy." She reached out and touched the framed photograph. "Mi tiamo."

She stared a moment longer then turned to me. "Come on, Johnny, come sit with me." She took my hand and led me to the couch. We sat down and faced each other, Rosalita curling her legs underneath her, giving me a flash of one lovely leg before it disappeared beneath the plush robe.

"I'm sorry. I never knew why you were so sad and I never thought to ask," I said, embarrassed even as I admitted it.

"You were a boy then and wouldn't know how to," Rosalita said. "But you cared, didn't you? You were kind to me and helpful and such a wonderful boy." She leaned over and stroked my cheek. "My Juan would be almost your age if things had turned out different. I like to think he'd be a lot like you."


Rosalita Ch. 01



"Thank you," I replied. I felt my cheeks burn and I felt a little ashamed for having such wicked thoughts about her -- even at that moment -- sensing that underneath that robe she was naked and I yearned - ached to see her nakedness.

She leaned back as if my gaze was a little too intense to endure at such a short distance. "And you remind me a little of my Hernando. He was a honest, caring man. Brave and true to those he loved -- a man worthy of being loved." Rosalita stared at me now with a gaze so powerful, I shifted around a bit, trying to get comfortable. I wondered if she was wondering what I looked like underneath my clothes.

I began to talk just to ease the sudden tension I felt in the room. "And you never remarried -- you've been alone all this time?"

Rosalita shrugged her shoulders. "I wasn't always alone -- my parents lived me with afterwards and then I took care of them until they passed. My brothers and sisters -- we still see each other, but not as often as we want. I have friends and such. I even date once in a while, but no one ever made me feel the way Hernando did. I sometimes have thought that my heart died with him and Juan, that I will never feel love again."

She stood up and smiled down at me. "But once in a while, I remember how much I did love and I feel my heart come alive again. Especially thanks to a certain little boy." She walked over to a book shelf and took a knickknack off the top. She held it out, "Remember this?" It was the snow angel I'd given her so many years ago.

"You gave me this the first Christmas after I lost my husband and son. I sometimes think that if it weren't for this and the wonderful little boy that gave it to me, I might have killed myself. But, I had my angel -- this little thing and the angel that gave it to me."

Rosalita sat it back on the shelf and then walked over to me. She bent over and cupped my face with her hands. "Thank you, mi amado hijo," she said and then she kissed me, her lips pressing against mine. It was a kiss that seemed to go on and on, just the soft, velvety pressure of her lips on mine and her hands on my cheeks.

I was lost in that sweet sensation -- my heart pounding and my cock hardening as we kissed. Not a soul kiss, our mouths never opened, but a delicious, loving kiss all the same that I never wanted to stop, but suddenly a jangling noise broke us out of the moment and we slowly, almost regretfully let ourselves part. "Te quiero," she whispered as she turned and went into the kitchen.

She picked up a cordless phone sitting on the breakfast table and said, "Hello?" A pause and her face grew serious. "Yes, officer? Yes." The cloud of seriousness evaporated and she turned and grinned broadly at me. "That's good to know, officer. I'll sleep better knowing they're locked up. Thank you. Good night."

Hanging up the phone, she said, "That was the police. They picked up those creeps. Said they even confessed! Isn't that a relief?"

I agreed it was and she quickly returned to the couch. The mood seemed to be changed. Whatever had begun to build between us wasn't there. I sat and chatted with her for maybe an hour, but now we seemed to be on familiar ground, almost relating as we did at school -- except I was still reliving that kiss in my mind and I could not look at her without feeling aroused by her. The robe she wore, covered her well, but even so, it didn't hide her very feminine shape and each time she laughed or smiled or just looked at me, I felt my cock stir -- swelling and deflating by turns. 

As we talked, something seemed different about her and then it hit me. "Your hair!" I said, surprised that I hadn't noticed it earlier. She had let her hair down from its customary bun and it fell in long black tresses over her shoulders. "Your hair is beautiful!"

Rosalita laughed and touched a strand of her jet black hair. "Thank you, Johnny. It is a pain in the butt to take care of, but I've always kept it long." She paused for a second. "Hernando never wanted me to cut it short. He said it was the hair of a passionate woman." Suddenly, all that tension returned to the room as she looked away and then turned her head to gaze into my eyes again.

"He was right, Rosalita. You're even more beautiful when you wear it down like that!" 

"Thank you, mi hijo," she laughed. "My Johnny is going to be a ladies man. You know how to make a woman feel lovely -- we can never hear that enough." She fell silent and for a long moment we just looked at each other. I shifted to get a little more comfortable and my moving drew her eyes downward to the crotch of my jeans which were bulging hugely. She considered my hard-on for what seemed forever and then returned her gaze to my eyes. 

Rosalita smiled and bit her lower lip with that delicious overbite of hers. She glanced up at a clock on the wall -- one of those cat clocks with the moving eyes and tails. "It's getting late, hijo," she said. "Your parents will be getting worried. You better go."

Every fiber of my being screamed for me to kiss her, but I couldn't summon the nerve and I told her she was right -- "You've had a rough evening too and you should get some rest."

She walked me to her front door, offering to get dressed and drive me back to school. I shook my head and said, "No, I think you should take it easy, Rosalita and besides, I think I'd like to walk awhile -- you know, think about stuff."

Rosalita nodded and replied, "I understand." She stepped up close again, the front of her robe brushing against my chest. "Again, mi hijo, thank you. Thank you for everything." In the span of a heartbeat, Rosalita's arms flew around my neck and she kissed me again. Like before, her mouth never opened, but with her wonderful, full lips pressing against mine, it was a passionate kiss anyway. It went on a long time, her embrace tightening as she kissed me, her body against mine, separated only by that damned robe.

When it finally ended, she kept her arms around me and whispered gently, "Te quiero, mi amado hijo."

"What does that mean?" I said in a breathless voice.

Rosalita smiled and replied, "I love you, my beloved son."

I leaned into her and kissed her again, still a chaste, but passionate kiss. After another long minute, I felt her tense up and I broke the kiss. Rosalita started to step back, but I caught her hands as she moved them and held them for a moment as I said, "I love you, my beloved Rosalita. Goodnight."

I stepped out the door as she watched me, walking backwards to see her staring at me with those lovely dark eyes, still sadness evident in them, but maybe, maybe not as much as there had been before. When she finally closed the door, I turned and walked briskly down the sidewalk, whistling and striding jauntily as only a young man in love can do.

I was only a couple of hours late getting home, but my parents didn't seem to mind much, especially after I told them about the attempted mugging of Rosalita. Dad clapped me on the back and told me he was proud of me, then disappeared into the den to watch the last couple of innings of the Braves' game.

Mom fussed over me, checking in on me after I climbed into bed. She applauded me for my bravery and worried over my brash action. "Maybe you should've gone for help instead of taking on two thugs, Johnny." I endured Mom's motherly attentions, enjoying her closeness -- Mom was wearing a silk bed robe that was much more revealing than the one Rosalita had on. Mom's body was a lot trimmer than my Rosalita's, but very sexy and her satin robe did more than hint at the skimpy nightgown underneath, exposing much of her cleavage. Mom's breasts were a 36D (yes, I peeked at her bras one day). 

"Heck, Mom -- it was no big deal. Those creeps are a couple of bullies and I'm not afraid of any asshole that would hit a woman."

Mom smiled at me and sitting on the edge of my bed, leaned over and stroked my hair affectionately. "You're a fine, young man. I'm proud of you." She sat back and studied me for a moment. "Rosalita Sanchez -- isn't she the woman you had such a crush on when you were in grade school?"

I blushed and nodded. Mom laughed and said, "Maybe my Johnny still has a crush on his Rosalita?" I felt my face burning even more and Mom sighed and shook her head and leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "Ah, my son, the ladies' man. You always have liked older women." Her eyes darted downwards, following my gaze to her exposed cleavage. She chuckled and said, "You better be careful -- it's real easy to get in over your head with an older woman."

I could feel my mouth open in surprise. I had not realized that Mom knew about my inclination towards mature women. I wondered what else I didn't know about my mother, but before I could mull that over Mom sat up and winked at me and then stood up and walked to the door. "I love you, son. Be careful."

Mom closed the door behind her and I finally remembered to breathe. Mom has always been a bit of a flirt, but that was way beyond anything she had done before. My cock was as stiff as a bar of iron and I quickly began to stroke it under the blankets. Then there was a knock in the door and Mom popped her head in and said, "Oh honey, I almost forgot -- your father and I are going up to the Mountains for the weekend. You're on your own for food -- I'll leave you some money on the kitchen table." Again, she gave me that sexy wink and said, "Maybe you should check on your friend, Rosalita, tomorrow and see if she's all right -- maybe take her to lunch or something. Goodnight, Johnny."

And then she was gone and my mind was reeling as I jacked off. Was Mom encouraging me to see Rosalita after flirting with me? Images of Rosalita flashed through my mind as I approached a quick orgasm -- too long delayed. These images of my Hispanic friend were interspersed with images of Mom as well. I cried out to both as my cock began to erupt, spraying a huge load of semen over my hand and the blanket. It was so powerful it took my breath away and it was several minutes before I could gather the energy to begin cleaning up.

Even after that, as the day's events weighed on me and dragged me down into sleep, erotic images of Rosalita and Mom dominated my dreams. In those dreams, it seemed as if the two mature women, completely different in looks were constantly changing from one to the other. One moment I would be riding Rosalita, her urging me -- "Fuck me, hijo, ti quiero. Fuck your Rosalita," and the next time I looked down, I was on top of Mom who smiled at me as only a mother can, whispering to me, "I love you, son -- but remember, its easy to get in over your head with an older woman!"

Needless to say, I woke as horny as an eighteen year old can get! Even after my morning piss, my cock hovered between full mast and half mast. After showering, I dressed in a T-shirt and jeans and headed downstairs. It was already 9:30 in the morning and I discovered Mom and Dad had already left on their trip -- the latest of a series of "romantic" getaways to try and spice up their love life. From overheard conversations and out in the open arguments, I pretty much knew their love life had kind of dried up and that Dad was in the middle of a mid-life crisis.

Mom had left me an envelope with a hundred dollars inside and a note that said, "Here's some eating money. I hope you have a good weekend. I hope your friend, Rosalita is okay. Behave and remember what your mother told you about older women! Love, Mom."

As I sat at the kitchen table, eating my corn flakes, I considered what Mom was trying to tell me, but all I could think was that somehow Mom had given me the green light to pursue a woman that was the same age as her. The fact that my mother knew that I was hot for a woman who was at least her age was an incredible turn on and when I left the house, I had a raging hard-on in my pants.

Thirty minutes later, I pulled up in front of her house and parked behind her car. I sat there for a few minutes working up my courage and then the next thing I knew I was ringing her doorbell and hand behind my back.

The door opened and Rosalita was there, looking so beautiful she took my breath away. Her long black hair hung down over her shoulders and gleamed from a good brushing. Rosalita was wearing a white caftan that had a scooped neckline and my heart began to trip hammer as I saw the upper portion of her massive breasts for the first time. Her smile was the best thing of all -- an 'I'm so happy to see you!' smile.

"Johnny! What are you doing here on a Saturday morning?" she said, stepping back and motioning me to come in. "I'm not complaining, hijo -- it's so good to see you!"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay, Rosalita," I replied. "I-I couldn't -- can't stop thinking about you."

"Oh, Johnny -- you are so sweet, mi amado hijo." Rosalita said, blushing a little -- her dusky skin darkening.

I remembered that I was holding something for her and from behind my back, I produced a flower bouquet. "Flowers!" Rosalita squealed. "Oh, Johnny -- no one has given me flowers in ages! Thank you, mi hijo!" She came to me and pressing herself against me, kissed me on the lips. Instinctively, I put my arms around her waist to hold her in place, savoring the sensation of her lush body against mine. Her caftan was much less thick than the plush robe she'd had on the night before and I was more aware than ever of the huge meaty breasts mashing against my chest.

The kiss, like all the others was chaste, but seemed to go on and on. After long seconds I felt her sag against me a little and a happy little sigh escaped her mouth. I tightened my embrace, pulling her a little tighter against me. Then I felt Rosalita's body tensing up and she pushed away, her face dark with excitement or embarrassment or both. I looked at her with what I hoped was an expression of love on my face, but it was too much for her to bear and she ducked her eyes and taking a deep breath, tried to regain her control of the situation. "This was so sweet of you, Johnny. I don't know what to say."

She finally looked up into my eyes and seemed to be debating what to do next. Finally she waved me towards the living room. "Please, mi hijo, come in."

She motioned me to the couch and I watched the beautiful Hispanic woman as she found a vase for the flowers and got them settled. I admired her voluptuous body as she strode about the room. The caftan was slit up one side and as Rosalita walked, her trim, shapely leg came into view again and again. I quickly realized that she wasn't wearing a bra under the gown and I think my openly staring at her quickly had an impact as I began to see thick, round nipples appear, jutting out against the white material. As my Rosalita finally sat down next to me, I realized that her weighty breasts pushed out against the material so much that I could even tell the outline of her aureoles around her large nipples.

"You look lovely this morning, Rosalita," I managed to say without stammering. My heart was pounding and I could feel the blood rushing through my veins. "Um, I've been practicing -- let's see if I can do it right." I took a deep breath and looking into Rosalita's big, beautiful eyes said slowly, "Te quiero, mi amado Rosalita."

"Oh, mi tiamo." Rosalita whispered softly. She scooted a little closer to me and took my hand. "I love you too, my beloved boy." She leaned in as if to kiss me, both of us looking into each other's eyes, but paused -- her lips open and a scant inch from mine. 

I moved forward, but my lips only grazed hers as she moved back to maintain that minute distance between us. "Rosalita?" I asked, my hand tightening on hers.

"Johnny, oh mi hijo, I want to -- I mean, we can't do this."

I moved closer to her, again my lips just barely brushing against hers before she eased back. I could feel her free hand against my chest -- not pushing me back, just there. "Why not, Rosalita? I love you and I know you love me." 

"Johnny, I'm an old woman and you're a young boy. Mi hijo, I'm old enough to be your mother! I think of you like you were my own son."

Somewhere in my brain, I idly wondered what she would think of what I would love to do with Mom if I ever had the chance, but just her words enough inflamed my desires. I liked her calling me her son; it made my desire for her even more powerful. A terrible hunger swept through me and I quickly pressed my lips to Rosalita's mouth, catching her off guard, offering her my tongue before either of us could think about it.

Rosalita gave a muffled squeal and made a mild effort to push me off her, but the moment my tongue brushed against hers, she was kissing me back with all the passion I had known was bottled up inside her. Our tongues darted and dueled as we kissed hungrily, giving into desires too long held in check.

The kiss seemed to go on and on, becoming even more powerful as we wrapped our arms around each other. I could feel her heart pounding in counterpoint to mine as our tongues roiled over each other and made love on their own. Rosalita tasted sweet and I knew immediately that a lifetime of kissing this woman would never sate my hunger for the touch of her soft lips and the taste of her tongue.

At some point our hands began to roam. I think I started it by running my hands through her thick, black hair, letting it cascade through my fingers before finally cupping her face with my hands. Rosalita's fingers ran through my hair before running down my back and pulling my T-shirt out of my jeans and caressing my back. My hand found the slit in her caftan and I slowly stroked her soft thigh back and up until leaning her forward I was able to cup her meaty ass cheek. My other hand cupped a heavy, pendulous breast through the soft cotton fabric of her gown, savoring the sensation of her erect nipple throbbing against my palm.

As if our minds were joined, we stood up as one, our kiss still raging, not wanting to surrender each other's tongues, until our desires finally overwhelmed us. We ended the kiss, a single shiny strand of saliva between us as we stared at each other with fiery lust. Rosalita lifted my shirt up and tore it off over my head, flinging it across the room.

She pressed herself against me, her mouth showering my chests with little kisses. She closed her lips over my right nipple and after rolling her tongue across my little swollen pebble, slowly bit down on it. As she did this, her hands were busy fumbling with my belt buckle.

For my part, I discovered that Rosalita's caftan unzipped behind her back. As I felt my jeans slide down around my ankles and Rosalita's warm hand palm my erect penis, I unzipped her gown and then as she regretfully took a step back, I tugged her caftan down around her shoulders, over her massive breasts and then it was pooled around her feet and I felt my breath catch as I gazed at the naked beauty of my lusty Rosalita.

Words failed me and I could only stare with frank lust at her Rubenesque body. Her breasts were indeed massive, dwarfing my mother's large breasts. Like two enormous gourds, Rosalita's tits hung down against her chest -- meaty, bountiful mounds of titflesh capped with large, meaty nipples that stood proud and dark against her cinnamon skin. Her waist, though a little thickened with age, was narrower than her old work suits ever revealed, her luscious hips flaring outward and between her legs was the most incredible forest of pitch black pubic hair I could ever have imagined. It grew thick and unruly, covering her mound and trailing upwards and outwards. Even as thick as it was, I could see a wet strip of pink, aroused flesh parting the forest of her muff.

Rosalita stood proudly before me, letting me take her gorgeous body in, but her desires were strong too and I guess my erect cock, slapping up against my belly was too much for her. With a feral growl, Rosalita leaped at me, her mouth crushing against mine as she pushed me back, my knees folding up against the edge of the sofa, forcing me to sit. My beautiful woman never slowed down, but climbed atop me, squirming herself into my lap, sending shivers through me as her furry bush rubbed into my crotch and against my hardness.




Rosalita Ch. 01



She hunched against me and I was suddenly aware of a delicious heat coming from her bottom as she ground her furry pussy against my cock. Wetness followed and joined the heat as her labia spread and tried to capture and swallow my erection. I felt Rosalita's hand move downwards, trying to grasp my cock, but then, all on its own, the swollen head of my penis found her wet, hungry cunt as Rosalita rolled her hips and I felt my cock being enveloped in a sheath of pure hot and slick heaven for the first time in my life.

Rosalita broke the kiss to cry out as she slowly sank downwards on my shaft -- a gradual, never ceasing movement of hot, silky wetness clasping my erection. "Mi amado hijo!" she sobbed as she ground her crotch against mine, having taking the length of my dick, letting it nestle deep with her womb.

"I love you, Rosalita!" I gasped as I felt her pussy muscles clench my cock tightly. "Mi amado Rosalita."

Rosalita rolled her hips and gasped. "Oh my God! I cannot believe we're doing this, Johnny! It's my craziest dreams come true!" Rosalita bent down and we kissed -- a gentle kiss that quickly grew passionate and erotic, our tongues roiling against each other. "I thought I might be going mad, mi hijo! In my dreams it seemed as if I am making love to you and Hernando and my grown up Juan all at once."

Her words made my head swim and at the same time arouse my need -- my hunger for her. "You are, Rosalita -- we're all here, we all love you and will always love you." I kissed her again -- another long, sensuous kiss that seemed to last a lifetime. I could feel both our hearts pounding as we hugged each other tight. Somewhere in that kiss, our bodies began to respond to our hunger for each other. Gradually, Rosalita began to slowly move up and down on my erect penis, using her knees for leverage as her cunt lips clung and dragged against the shaft of my cock, coating it with her warm lotion.

When our kiss ended, Rosalita pressed my face into her huge breasts, hugging me to her as she purred, "Fuck me, hijo. Fuck your Mama Rosalita." My lips sought out and encircled her huge, swollen nipples. I sucked and licked at her turgid nobs for a long time while she ran her fingers through my hair. "Ohhhh, Johnny -- you make me feel so good," she hissed as she continued to ride me.

On and on we went, making love. The sweet, slow movement of our bodies created more pleasure than I ever imagined possible. Rosalita's pussy felt so incredible, like being enveloped in the warm, wet, satiny embrace of a heavenly angel, massaging my cock with infinite delicate pleasure.

I would trade off kissing and sucking my lover's wonderfully huge tits to again kiss her -- savoring the taste of her eager tongue curling around and making love to mine. Our bodies quickly became slick with the sweat of our lovemaking, making our flesh slippery and sticky all at the same time. As we moved in the age's old motion of a man and a woman making love, her long, black hair damp with sweat brushed against my shoulders. I began to feel Rosalita's body begin to tremble against mine. The slippery warmth that my cock was wrapped up in became hotter and wetter as I felt Rosalita's pussy tighten around my hard dick.

"Ohhhh, Johnny -- I'm, oh god, I'm going to...." Rosalita's words evaporated as she gave a long sigh, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as she ground herself down on my erection. "Oh yesssss, mi hijo, make me cum! Make Mama cummmmm!"

Rosalita pressed her mouth against mine, but couldn't maintain the kiss as the force of her orgasm ripped a wail of incredible pleasure from her and she arched her back, driving herself into me, burying my cock deep in her cunt, sobbing. "Te quiero, mi hijo!"

"I love you, too!" I cried back, tears running down my face as my own pleasure began to overwhelm me and I felt my seed boiling out of my balls and exploding inside Rosalita's motherly pussy! "Te quiero, mi amado madre!"

Our words, our lovemaking -- all of it overwhelmed us and we were suddenly becoming one, our orgasms melding and becoming something bigger than both of us, both of us lost in the sheer pleasure of each other as we came and came and came. It felt as if I'd come more this one single, wonderful moment than in all the previous ejaculations of my life.

I was gasping for breath as I came back to myself, my eyes taking in the sweetly erotic sight of Rosalita still frozen at the height of her orgasm, her upper lip curled as she sneered with the overwhelming delight of her orgasm, her eyes rolled back in her head. Suddenly her eyelids fluttered and she sagged onto me, her eyes full of disbelief and joy. "Oh, Johnnyyyyy," she gasped before collapsing into sobs, hugging me tightly as she cried and between heaving breaths, calling out to me. "Oh mi amado hijo. I love you so much, Johnny."

We murmured little loving things too each other, not moving for the longest time while Rosalita's sobs eased and we both managed to get our breathing back to normal. We stared into each other's eyes, for myself it was easy to get lost in the loving stare of her dark eyes. Everything felt so right -- the way our naked bodies felt, pressed together, feeling each other's heartbeats and the flutters of our pulses.

"Oh, Johnny. I have never -- not with Hernando, not in my dreams, felt anything like that," Rosalita whispered in my ear. "You are a magnificent lover." I felt her tongue tease my ear and then her lips kissing me here, there and then finding my mouth and her tongue slipping inside to play with my tongue yet again. My cock throbbed in response and she moaned in response to that and we both looked into each other's eyes as we both realized that I was still hard and inside her loving pussy.

"Please..." Rosalita said in a small voice. "Make love to me, hijo."

"Oh yes, Rosalita -- my mama Rosalita." I moaned in response. As if we were in a dream, we seemed to lose our balance and then I realized we were somehow falling over on our side and then Rosalita's legs were wrapped around me -- her solid, shapely legs crossing and pulling me into her as she squirmed under me until we were in the missionary position. She rolled her hips and her mammoth breasts jiggled and bounced as she ground herself upwards and said, "Take me, mi amado hijo. Fuck Mama and make me scream."

I began to thrust into Rosalita's welcoming, cum filled pussy slowly -- a bit unsure of myself, but each time I sank into her welcoming womb, I grew more confident and began to respond to Rosalita's insistent whispers to go faster, more forcefully. Love and lust mixed in her face as old, neglected hungers rose to the surface, demanding to be sated. My lover grinned happily as I blurted out, "I'm going to fuck you, Mama. "I'm going to fuck you, Rosalita and make you cum and cum and cum!"

Our passionate lovemaking turned into carnal fucking as we slammed our bodies together again and again, each thrust of my cock drawing a wailing snarl from Rosalita as she dug her heels into my ass cheeks, urging me on to fuck her harder and faster as her nails tore down my back. As Rosalita's face scrunched up in orgasmic joy, the visage of such raw carnality only inflamed me more and our moans and cries as we fucked filled the air even as the powerful aroma of semen and pussy cream filled the room, inflaming us even more.

Rosalita's orgasm came swiftly and savagely and I hung on for dear life as she bucked and squirmed beneath me, spurring her on to new orgasmic heights by ducking my head and gingerly biting her blood engorged nipples. When her moans of pleasure faded as her orgasm receded, she looked at me through teary eyes with such love, whispering in a scream hoarsened voice, "Fuck me, hijo, fuck me my beloved son."

Having already cum, I felt like I could last forever and I was determined to give my new beloved as much pleasure as she could stand. Clinging to me, she let me thrust and pound into her flesh relentlessly, burying my cock as deep as possible with each hard, powerful plunge into her sweet pussy. As she recovered from her orgasm, Rosalita began to respond to my thrusts with movement of her own, twisting and writhing under me, finding the most pleasurable positions for both of us.

We scratched and clawed and kissed and bit as we fucked each other like it might be the last time, knowing full well we could never give up what we started. We laughed and sobbed as the delicious carnality of it all swept over us until we both reached the pinnacle of pleasure and began to orgasm, both occurring so suddenly, neither of us were sure who began to climax first.

We exploded into orgasm, Rosalita sobbing happily as I filled her womb with my semen a second time while she bathed my cock in her steamy juices, her muscles lovingly massaging my throbbing penis. In the afterglow of our fiery lovemaking, we simply basked in the glory of it all -- saying little as we stared into each other's eyes.

At some point, I carried Rosalita to her bedroom and we fell asleep in each other's arms. It was a far better sleep than I had known in quite sometime -- my dreams full of erotic moments with Rosalita and, I must confess, sometimes my mother as well. Throughout the dreams, I could sense Mom's sexy, knowing smile all around us. Maybe that's why I woke up with a hard-on. Maybe it was because I woke up snuggling with a lush bodied woman who hand was gently stroking me, urging me awake.

I found Rosalita staring at me, her beautiful dark eyes shining with happiness that matched her lovely smile. "It's real," she whispered with a sense of wonder. "I thought it was maybe another dream, but its real, mi hijo, and you're with me.

I discovered a truth then -- about the best lovemaking and how arousal can be upon you in an instant. Perhaps it was Rosalita's hand on my hard cock -- maybe it was the sensation of her soft skin, hot and moist against mine -- maybe it was the unknown pheromones in the air, and maybe it wasn't any of those, but my hunger for my Rosalita was immediate and demanding, brooking no refusal.

"Maybe it is a dream, Rosalita," I breathed as my lips approached hers. "If it is, I hope we never wake up." We kissed, tongues entangled as we wrapped arms and legs around each other. I felt more than heard Rosalita sigh with happiness and knowing she was happy made me feel both content and aroused. I discovered another truth -- there is no sweeter lovemaking than when you wake up next to someone you love and feel that desire sweep over you -- knowing that desire is reflected in your lover as well.

We made love for what seemed forever. There was no rhyme or reason to it -- we moved together agonizingly slow at some points and were like two ravenous animals at other times. I was on top, Rosalita was on top and sometimes we were in between. It was a dream in which we were joined together in delicious pleasure, our eyes always locked on each other, exploring -- learning each other as we discovered new heights of pleasure. We screamed and whispered each other's names and took delight from the incestuous overtones of speaking the words of son, momma, madre and hijo. Our souls melded and became one and even when we again became conscious of being two separate people, we kept special knowledge of each other that can never be lost.

Our final climax was of an intensity I never dreamed possible. I felt Rosalita's orgasm pulsing around me in her pussy and in the grip of her firm thighs as I buried myself deep in her womb and emptied my seed. 

We could not satiate ourselves. We never actually made it out of the house that Saturday. I bought her dinner -- a local Chinese restaurant that delivered. We feasted on the food and each other. My long imagined fantasies of Rosalita's full lips on my cock were realized as she gave me a long, languorous blow job, bringing me to the instance of orgasm and then easing off again and again until I was pleading for release.

I discovered the mysteries of a woman's vagina, exploring through her wild growth of bush to the pink, moist mysteries of her pussy, letting her teach me to please a woman properly with my mouth. I learned to use my tongue and lips to best use as I made love to her labia, to her wet, slick inner folds and her large, swollen clitoris.

Saturday blended into Sunday and we had reduced our world to her bedroom and our naked flesh and sweet sleep until we were both too sore to continue. Then having learned each other's bodies, we began to learn more about each other's hearts and minds and souls, talking and baring ourselves to each other.

I discovered a resilient, brave woman who had face horrible tragedy and had sojourned on -- who had come back to life because of one young man...because of me. "That first day I saw you back in the fall I fell in love you, Johnny. I wanted you like I hadn't wanted anyone since Hernando. And... "Rosalita shook her head in wonderment as we cuddled in bed. "I kept thinking of my Juan and how I think he would be so much like you and I imagined him as a young man and I began having fantasies about him. In my dreams you and he make love to me. Sometimes together -- sometimes only one of you and sometimes one of you becomes the other.

Rosalita leaned over and kissed me and stroked my face. "And sometimes, mi hijo, my Juan would tell me that you were the one -- that all my dreams would come true." She kissed me again and whispered, "And it did."

We kissed for a while, hand gently caressing each other and then she gave a shaky laugh. "I guess you think I'm weird -- having these thoughts about my Juan -- getting you two mixed up."

I laughed and replied, "No, Rosalita, I don't." I confessed my own attraction to older women and my own fantasies about my mother, butterflies in my stomach as for the first time I told another human being about my desire to make love to my Mom, and about my dreams where Rosalita and Mom made love to me.

Rosalita's eyes gleamed with excitement and I felt her hand close around my penis which had grown rock hard during my confession. "Mmmmm, mi hijo is a naughty boy -- just talking about fucking your mother made you hard."

"No," I replied. "Talking about fucking my Mom and fucking you makes me hard."

Rosalita giggled and kissed me again, slowly stroking my cock. "Well, who know, mi hijo -- my dreams have come true, maybe yours will too." 

Her words sent a thrill through me. "My dreams have come true, Rosalita. I'm here, in bed, holding the woman I love."

Rosalita cooed and said, "Mi hijo is such a sweet talker. Well, I guess Mama needs to reward him." She giggled again and slipped beneath the covers, her mouth planting kisses down my chest and stomach and then I gasped as she took me between her lips, her tongue circling the head of my cock and then slowly began to suck me.

"Ohhhh, Rosalita. That's so sweet."

From beneath the covers, I heard her murmur, "If you like, pretend it's your mother, Johnny. I won't be jealous." Then my sweet mature lover began to suck my cock vigorously, making me squirm with delight. My mind reeled with her last words and I couldn't believe how amazing this woman was -- that it was a fucking shame that very few people knew the true noble nature of this wonderful lady.

Images of Rosalita and of Mom swam through my head as she sucked my throbbing dick. Rosalita reached out and took my hands, guiding them to her head and tangling my fingers in her long, black hair. Occasionally her lips would slip off my cock and I would hear naughty words drifting up from below before my shaft was again enveloped by her wonderful, warm mouth. "Mmmmm, Mama loves her son's cock. Does mi hijo want to give Mommy his cum?"

It wasn't long before I was unable to hold back. "Ohhh, Rosalita, I'm going to cum!"

"Her hand tightened around my shaft and I heard her whisper from beneath the blanket, "Gooood. Cum for me, son. Cum in Mommy's mouth." Rosalita's mouth covered the head of my cock again and I felt her tongue wash over the tip and I groaned and began to shoot. Her lips tightened around my dick and I heard her groan approvingly as she swallowed my load. I jerked and quivered with each loving suck of Rosalita's mouth against my sensitive flesh until she had drained me one last time.

Eventually, I felt my lover moving upwards, her pendulous breasts pillowing against my chest as her head emerged from the covers -- her long black hair all awry and framing her smiling face. "Ahhh, mi amado hijo -- so sweet and tasty." If I hadn't been in love with her already, I would have fallen in love with her then -- she seemed so beautiful and happy.

We spent most of Sunday in bed and I would have been happy to stay there forever, but as the shadows gathered at dusk, I heard my cell phone vibrating on her dresser table. I sighed and crawled out from under the warm covers and my naked lover and looked at it. There was a text message: WHERE R U? MOM.

I sent back a text: BE HOME SOON. I turned back in bed and snuggled up to Rosalita. She was still smiling at me, but with a tinge of the old sadness. I kissed her and stroking her face, said, "This isn't over, Rosalita -- this is just the beginning for us. I don't ever want this to stop."

Rosalita sighed and kissed me back, long and lovingly. Afterwards she said, "I know -- I don't want it to stop either, but...we have to be careful, Johnny. You are so young -- this will be a scandal to a lot of people -- your parents and friends and the school as well. After you graduate next month -- we can start planning our life, but for now -- this should be our secret, yes?"

I agreed and after we cuddled and kissed for another hour or so, I went home -- not wanting to go and kissing my Rosalita at the door for what seemed another hour. We whispered our love to each other -- "Te quiero," and I left for home -- knowing full well, I was leaving much of my heart behind.

I don't remember much of the drive home -- my thoughts on my darling Rosalita and replaying over and over the sweet moments of our weekend together. After I pulled into my driveway, I glanced at my watch and was surprised to see that it was after ten o'clock. 

Entering the house, I could hear television noise in the living room and walked in. Mom was curled up on the couch. Despite being exhausted from weekend of incredible sex, I felt my cock stir at the sight of my Mom. She had her honey colored hair pulled back in a pony tail and was wearing a short nightshirt that barely came past her crotch and had a scooped neck, displaying the upper portions of her breasts. Mom's tanned thighs were displayed, the nightshirt just hinting of Mom's shapely ass cheeks.

Mom turned her attention from the television and smiled at me. "There's my wandering son. Where've you been?"

I shrugged and mumbled, "Just hanging out -- you know -- the usual stuff."

Mom laughed and shook her head. "I bet. You been over at your new girlfriend's house?"

I could feel my face turning red, but I nodded and said, "Yeah, I've been spending time with Rosalita." Then to change the subject, I asked, "So, how was your and Dad's weekend?"

Mom's bemused expression turned to one of irritation. "Oh, it was a blast. Turns out our cabin had fishing gear and a stream full of trout a quarter a mile away. Your father had a wonderful time." She got up and turned off the television. "Sometimes, I think your father would have been better off marrying someone who owned a bait and tackle shop."

Obviously Mom's planned romantic weekend getaway didn't work out like she planned and her frustration was plain. I didn't know what to say -- after all, it wasn't like I could just reply, "Sorry you didn't get laid this weekend, Mom." So, instead, I gave a shrug and said, "I reckon I'll go to bed -- I got school tomorrow."

Mom was padding towards the kitchen and just nodded and I went upstairs to my room and sat down on my bed and suddenly felt absolutely exhausted and to my amazement, lonely. I never would have imagined that I could get so addicted to having Rosalita next to me as I slept.




Rosalita Ch. 01



I kicked off my shoes and had just tugged my T-shirt off when I heard my bedroom door open. I turned to see Mom walked in with some of my jeans folded up into a neat stack. "I did some wash when I got home and I..." Mom stopped dead in her tracks and just gawped at me. It confused me at first and then I realized she was staring at Rosalita's claw marks on my back.

Mom stared for a long minute and then shook her head. I was speechless and waited for the yelling to start, but Mom sat the jeans down in a chair and said, "Don't move, I'll be right back." She left and a few seconds later, I heard her in her bathroom.

Mom walked back in with a plastic bottle. She walked around to sit next to me, a funny little smile on her face. "This will help heal you up, Johnny," Mom said, uncapping the bottle and squirting some lotion into her hand. I could smell the flowery-perfume like fragrance. "Turn around so I can rub this onto your back."

Still speechless, I did as I was told. The lotion was cool and I admit soothing and Mom's hands felt good on my back. Mom began to talk as she rubbed the lotion on me, her voice sounding somewhat odd. "A woman doesn't make these kind of scratches unless she's being incredibly pleasured, Johnny." As her fingers rubbed and caressed my back, I felt my cock begin to swell. Her voice became even more strained. "You must be a wonderful lover, son." 

I was unable to reply, stunned at Mom's words. Mom went on to fill the tension filled silence in the room. "I think your Rosalita is a very lucky woman, Johnny."

I finally managed to stammer, "Sh-she's a wonderful woman, Mom."

Mom chuckled and put her arm around my shoulders, pulling me against her. Inwardly, I groaned as I felt my side and my right arm press against her large, firm breasts. "I'm sure she is, honey. I raised you -- I know that any woman you fall for will be a good woman." 

Mom leaned into me and I felt her lips brush my cheek. "Just remember what I said, about getting in over your head with older women." My mother stood up and faced me, standing agonizingly close -- the hem of her nightshirt just scant inches from and below my face. Mom leaned down and looked into my eyes which were sorely pressed not to look at her breasts which were almost spilling out of the scooped neck.

Mom took her hand and tilted my head up a little so I was looking into her eyes. "Older women can be very dangerous, Johnny. Older women can be addictive and once you start, you might develop an appetite for older women that you won't be able to control.

Mom leaned in and kissed me on the corner of my mouth -- taking her sweet time about it. Her lips felt soft and so...arousing. My cock was throbbing with need -- I felt like I could cum at any moment. Mom ended the kiss by brushing her lips ever so gently across mine and then slowly raised herself back up, offering me a generous view of her spectacular tits. Mom smiled down at me with something more than motherly love -- a look that stirred things up inside me and said, "Remember what I tell you, son. You get a taste for older women, there's no telling what it might lead to."

I watched Mom slowly walk to my bedroom door, her shapely legs so enticing in that shortie nightshirt. She looked back at me and I was barely able to contain myself at not leap after her and throw her on the bed and make love to her. "I love you, son. Sleep well." 

Mom closed the door as I hoarsely called out, "Good night, Mom. I love you too." I was so stunned I could not move. After the mad, passionate weekend I had just had with Rosalita, I wouldn't have thought there could be anything that could have topped that, but I was sure Mom had just offered herself to me. Whatever else happened, I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be getting much sleep.

To be continued...

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Author's Afterword -- This story wound up being a fairly surprising one for me. I envisioned it as a sweet, romantic Mature category story and no more. When we first meet Johnny's Mom, she is supposed to be simply a walk on and walk off character, but she refused to get off stage. Her appearance in Johnny's bedroom that first time was as much a surprise for me as it was for you. She has however refused to go away and has made this story spin off an entirely different direction...giving it more of that incestuous overtones that I had planned and certainly if I complete part 02, it will be even more of an incest story. Stay tuned!



Rosalita Ch. 02



Well, I'm happy to announce I finally got this story out of my system. I think it's a good story but for some reason it was a bear to write. Something about Mom Cindy taking over the storyline just made it a more difficult decision. I hope you enjoy it. Any screw-ups on the Spanish language are my fault - no offense intended. Please let me know your thoughts on the story - didn't get too many comments on Chapter 01 (it's never too late - hint, hint!)

As always, this is a work of fiction and the characters are simply figments of my rather overactive imagination. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence. Now, go - read - enjoy!

I got the call just as Rosalita and I were gasping for breath after a long wonderful bout of lovemaking. We had spent most of Saturday in bed together, still insatiable for each other after four weeks of being together. I could not keep my hands, mouth and cock away from my cinnamon skinned lover's body. We had been napping and I had woken to find Rosalita straddling my body – my cock in her warm mouth and her thick, furry muff hovering over my face – labia parted and drops of her sweet juices splashing on my face.

My mature lover had introduced me to the concept of the sixty-nine and I couldn't get enough of it. I raised my head and ran my tongue along the length of Rosalita's spread pussy, savoring her sweet taste as much as the muffled and soulful moan she gave in response. I was making every effort to know how to best please my Latino lover and felt that I was learning her little secret pleasure spots – especially that certain little point just under her clitoris that when probed gently with my tongue had such spectacular results.

"OHHHH JOHNNNYYY – MI HIJOOOO!" Rosalita sobbed, rocking back onto my face. "I love that, but I can't take iiittttt!" she cried as she tightened her thighs' grip on my head as her cunt spasmed and flooded my face with her pussy juices. Rosalita sprawled forward and off me after a few more taunts from my tongue, onto her knees, her face against the sheets. "I love your mouth, hijo!" she panted.

My cock waved happily in the air, straight, long and stiff, getting harder at the image of my Rosalita's full ass raised as if in offering. I scrambled to my knees and positioned myself behind her – tilting her ass up slightly to give me better access to her fur covered pussy. I ran my cock up and down between her labia lips and Rosalita moaned, "Oh yes, mi amado hijo, FUCK MAMA, FUCK ME NOW, SON!"

With a feral, possessive growl, I thrust hungrily into Rosalita's steamy pussy – my growl becoming a happy sigh as her buttery soft flesh enfolded itself around my throbbing cock. The room filled with our cries and the aroma of our sweat and juices and pheromones as we made love with passion and hunger and complete abandon. 

Rosalita's sobs and my groans of pleasure mixed in with the noises of sweaty, slapping flesh as we came together again and again. I leaned forward and slipped my hands around my lover to cup and knead her bountiful, meaty breasts – eventually finding her blood engorged nipples, thick and swollen and pulled and teased them as I fucked my lover with everything I could muster.

Already primed by Rosalita's talented tongue, it didn't take me too long to reach the point of no return and as I began to cum deep inside Rosalita's cunt, my hot semen bathing her womb set off a tremendous orgasm in her. Together, we bucked and thrusted and climaxed together for what seemed an eternity – only stopping when our bodies could take no more. 

We collapsed together and wound up on our sides face to face. Rosalita gasped for breath and grinned saucily as she kissed me and said, "Every single time, hijo, is better than the time before. If this keeps up, your cock may wind up killing me."

Between gasps for air, I replied, "Well, we can give it up if we need to, Rosalita. I wouldn't want to..."

I didn't finish as Rosalita reached out and took my semi-erect cock in her hand and said, "Don't you even think it – I will never give up this lovely dick or the boy it is attached to." Rosalita kissed me again. "I love my little hijo, Johnny and his big cock!"

I flushed with pleasure, thrilled at Rosalita's words. "I love you, too my amado Rosalita. Te quiero, mi amado Rosalita." We were kissing again when my cell phone went off. "Ignore it," I whispered to my lover and we kissed some more, our tongues playing and dancing.

The cell phone finally stopped, but a minute later, it went off again. I was thinking clearly enough now to recognize Mom's ring tone. I sighed and resolved to ignore it, but Rosalita recognized it too and said, "You better answer it. If she's calling this late, it must be important."

I turned it on and said, "Mom? Everything okay?"

"Is this Johnny Holman?" It was a man's voice – tight and grumpy.

"Who is this? Where's my mother? What's wrong?" I sat up, suddenly scared.

"Settle down, son. Your Mom's fine. This is Deke Rogers – I manage Mallory's Pub – downtown on 9th Street. You need to come get your mother – she can't drive."

"What's wrong with her? Where is she?"

I heard a bored, exasperated sigh from the other end. "Mr. Holman, your mother's fine – she's just had a little too much to drink and can't drive - and she was having trouble dialing the phone, so I'm making the call. Come get your mother, son and take her home."

He hung up and I gave a sigh and explained the situation to Rosalita. My lover just stroked my face and smiling, said, "Go, my hijo. She needs your help." I dressed quickly as my mature lover watched – me marveling at the lack of jealousy or anger in this woman – her face betraying nothing but her love for me. "Be careful, Johnny – I love you, mi hijo," she said as she kissed me goodbye at the door, hiding behind it as I left.

As I drove, my mind ran over the heady world my life had become. The weeks following Rosalita and I becoming lovers were like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was as if losing my virginity to that lovely Hispanic woman was the trigger for world changing events – at least, world changing for me. 

Seeing her at school was the hardest. Every time I saw my Rosalita going about her job as a school janitor, I just wanted to sweep her up in my arms and carry her off and make love to her – I hated that I couldn't even go up and kiss her, but she was adamant that our love remain a secret at least until after I graduated from school. But in the evenings, I would come to her and my cinnamon skinned beauty would be waiting for me, her beautiful, long black hair undone and we would make love and I would find peace and happiness wrapped up in her arms and legs,

In Rosalita's embrace, I would find everything I needed to make sense of a steadily growing crazy world. I was coming to the end of my high school career – we had two weeks left. My life was mostly consumed by going through the motions for my classes (I already had the required credits to graduate), playing the last games of the baseball season, and spending every possible free moment with Rosalita.

And Rosalita and I weren't the only ones whose lives had been turned upside down. Mom's flirting with me became more steadily obvious, especially after she and Dad sat me down the first week in May and announced that they were going to try a temporary separation. "We have some issues that your Mom and I need to work out," Dad said in his best 'fatherly' voice. Dad informed me that for a while, he was moving out, taking an apartment downtown to be nearer his office.

Now, I had known that things had been rocky between Mom and Dad for a few years. Their arguments had grown increasingly hostile and loud and it was no secret that the fire had gone out of their love life and that recent efforts to rekindle things had been a dismal failure. Dad appeared to have lost interest in sex just as Mom desired more and more.

Things grew even more complicated when just a few days after Dad moved, the rumors began to fly about Dad being seen in public with a young woman that used to work in his office. From the shouting matches Mom had with Dad over the phone, it sounded like Dad had simply moved in with this young woman and that the relationship had been ongoing for quite some time. I guess we were wrong about Dad and his interest in sex.

Mom took it hard. She was drinking more and spent a lot of time crying in her room. I tried to comfort her as best I could, but she either seemed to withdraw from me or flirt with me and I couldn't predict which way she would jump each time.

I pulled up in front of Mallory's. It was close to midnight and the place was nearly deserted. I confess I felt a pang of jealousy – Mallory's Pub had the reputation as a pick-up join and I hated to think of Mom even wanting to visit. I made my way in and found Mom at the bar, staring sullenly into a mostly empty glass with an umbrella in it. 

"Mom? Are you okay?" I said as I stood beside her and placed my hand on her arm.

I confess – Mom looked stunning. She had on a sexy black dress that showed everything off to best advantage – from the low cut halter strapped front showcasing her large, firm breasts, to the short hemline that highlighted her tanned, slender legs. The dress was tight, leaving no doubts about her gorgeous figure and her tight rear end. Mom's honey blonde hair hung down to her bare shoulders (something about bare shoulders really turns me on). 

"Mom?" I said again. "C'mon, let's go home."

Mom turned slowly and looked at me and then moving slowly, she hugged me to her, pulling me tight against her lush body. I half expected her to start crying, but she just hugged me for a long time and then in a whisper that tickled my throat, said, "Please."

I took that as a request to take her home. I retrieved her car keys from the bartender and then, after making sure my car would be okay where it was, walked out of the bar with my arm around Mom's shoulders as she moved unsteadily to her sedan. Her car's front seat was a bench seat and after I got Mom inside and got behind the wheel, Mom scooted over and leaned herself into me. It was a little awkward as I pulled out, her breast pressing into my right arm, but in a minute, I adjusted to compensate by putting my arm around her.

We drove in silence for a while – the radio playing soft jazz very low and Mom snuggled up to me, her steady breath on my neck as she rested her head on my shoulder. We were several minutes from home when Mom finally said something – the last thing I would have expected to hear her to say to me.

"I can smell her on you, Johnny." Mom pressed her face up, her nose brushing my cheek. "I can smell Rosalita's pussy on you."

"Jeezus, Mom!" I hadn't given it much thought, but she was right. I had rushed out of Rosalita's place without washing up and my lover had creamed heavily on my face and in my hair. 

Mom giggled. "It's no big deal. We both know you two have been fucking like minks. I would assume you would be going down on her. I'd be disappointed if you didn't. A man should know how to please a woman." She paused and sighed. "God knows your father never wanted to go down on me." Mom sighed again and I shivered as she again inhaled. "I said it before, son – your Rosalita is a lucky woman."

Mom snuggled a little closer, I could feel her nose brushing my neck. She made a little huffing noise. "I bet your father goes down on his little whore."

I took one hand off the steering wheel and squeezed Mom's hand. "Things will be alright, Mom." Yeah, it sounded lame, but I didn't know what else to say. Mom just sighed and squeezed my hand back, bringing it up and kissing it and then letting it rest in her lap the rest of the ride home.

I helped Mom inside and up the stairs to her room. I turned on the light and started to go when Mom stepped in front of me and did a little wiggle and her dress seemed to simply float off her, falling in a puddle at her feet. I groaned inwardly even as my cock jerked in response to her barely clad body. My mother stood before me in a black, strapless half bra – her aureoles partially exposed – and a black thong bikini. Mom, though drunk recognized a man ogling her when she saw it and smiled evilly. She turned around and said, "Undo my bra, honey."

I sighed and reached out – Mom making it difficult as she swayed unsteadily on her feet. She finally edged backwards to lean against me, her lithe body pressing against mine – her ass rubbing against the hard-on in my pants. I got the damned thing unhooked and Mom slipped out of it and fell into her bed, her tits bouncing invitingly as she did.

"Um, good night, Mom – call me if you need something."

Mom pouted and patted the bed next to her. "Stay, Johnny. Talk to me for a few minutes. I never get to see you anymore." She giggled. "Not since you and your older woman got all hot and heavy."

I felt my skin turn red – no, redder, since I had been blushing since Mom let her dress fall to the floor. "Sure, Mom," I replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed, my eyes traveling back and forth between her face and her full, still very firm breasts – her nipples hard and swollen. Mom's nipples weren't as big as Rosalita's, but they were much longer.

"Well, the one good thing about tonight was I found out that this older woman can still get plenty of attention," Mom said matter-of-factly.

"Oh yeah?" I said, not really sure I wanted to hear this.

"You betcha! I bet I had a dozen guys hit up on me tonight. I guess I still have it," she said as she took her hands and cupped her breasts, making them jiggle slightly. "You young guys sure love big tits!"

I opened my mouth and didn't know what to say, so I closed it again. Mom sighed then and said, "Some were good looking young studs – just a little older than you, son. But, I didn't have the heart to leave with any of them. I turned them all down cold."

My curiosity got the better of me. "Why not, Mom?" I asked.

"I – I just realized that I didn't want to get fucked by some strange dick. I wanted someone to make love to me – someone who loved me." Mom sniffled and her eyes began to tear up. I reached over to the bedside table and snatched up some tissues. Mom looked up at me, her blue eyes searching my matching ones for the answer to some unasked question. "I don't want just sex, son. I want to be loved."

Mom began to cry and I gave her the tissues and I sat with her while she had a good cry. After a bit, her sobs became sniffles and then she was snoring softly. I sat a while longer, looking at my lovely mother. Finally, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, and whispered, "I love you, Mom."

Mom moaned a little and mumbled, "I love you too, baby." She turned on her side and returned to her gentle snoring. I covered Mom up with a blanket and went to my room. 

I sat in a chair next to a window and watched the empty street below. Things just seemed to be getting crazier and crazier. Mom's flirting became more outrageous with each passing day whether she was sober or not. The hugs and kisses and rubbing up against me were a constant thing now at home as were her becoming more immodest. 

Mom thought nothing now of walking naked by my room, claiming to have run out of fresh towels after a shower or to leave her door open while dressing. Tonight, she had left her skimpy panties on, but I didn't need to pull them off to know that Mom had had a lovely pussy lightly covered with golden brown hair or that a few days ago, she had shaved her pussy bare, leaving her tender, thick labia as bare as the day she was born.

I wanted Mom like an addict wants drugs, but – over the same last few weeks, I had realized that I was truly in love with Rosalita and I had decided that I would not be unfaithful to her. I saw the pain that Mom was in over Dad's cheating and I could not – would not make Rosalita endure the same pain. In the meantime, I would resist my incestuous desires and spend a lot of sleepless hours thinking of Rosalita and Mom and a few restless hours of dreaming of both the important women in my life.

In the morning I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. I quickly dressed and headed downstairs. Mom stood at the stove, wearing one of my dress shirts and I suspected little else – looking sexy with her hair bed-tousled and face clean of make-up. She had looked beautiful last night with her make-up on, almost like some movie star or something, but I always had thought Mom didn't need much of that and looked prettier without it.

"Morning, sleepy head," Mom said, turning on bare feet to watch me sit down at the table. "Breakfast is almost ready."

"How are you feeling, Mom?" I asked, trying to not notice how sexy her ankles and thighs were.

Mom shrugged her shoulders and said, "Better than I expected. A bit of a headache is all." She came to the table with two plates of food. Mom leaned forward, showing off her breasts when my old shirt gaped open, only half the buttons done up. We began eating and Mom said, "I'm sorry I interrupted your night with Rosalita." She paused to eat a bite of food and then said, "Of course, it's nice to have you here on a Sunday morning. I've missed that these last couple of months."

I wolfed down my food; feeling famished and then said, "I have to admit, Mom. You've been really cool about Rosalita and me."

"How do you mean, Johnny?" Mom said, smiling at me.

I felt myself blushing as I replied, "Well, I'm sleeping with a woman who's forty-two years old – actually a year older than you, Mom. You seem to act like it's perfectly normal – you've never even objected when I spend the night with Rosalita.

Mom looked at me in a way that made me feel a bit nervous – like a cat studying its prey. "Son – it's like I told you before. I've known for years how you feel about older women. I've seen how you would look at my friends – Kelly MacArthur and I used to think it was so cute to see you walking around with an erection while trying to peek at us when we would be sunbathing. I always knew that you would wind up falling in love with an older woman. Maybe I'm a little surprised by the woman you picked, but you're old enough to make your own decisions – I think it would be silly to fight about it."

Part of me – the part that decided whether or not my cock gets hard, wanted me to follow up on her comment about being surprised by my choice – I was both anxious and fearful to hear her answer. Somehow, I resisted the temptation to ask. Instead, I just shook my head and grinned. "You're the greatest Mom a son could have."

Mom laughed as she gathered up our plates and kissed me on top of my head, rubbing herself against me as she did so. "And you can have me whenever you want, baby," Mom said, winking at me over her shoulder as she walked to the sink.

I sat there speechless for a minute until she rolled her eyes at me and said, "Go. Go spend the day with your hot woman or MILF or whatever they call it these days. I ruined your Saturday night – go have fun with your Rosalita."

That was the hardest thing I ever had to do. In one breath, Mom had come on to me yet again and with the next, she gave me her blessing to go fuck another woman. "I love you, Mom." I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

Mom looked back at me, leaning against the sink, my dress shirt riding up to reveal the bottoms of her firm ass cheeks, her long, tanned legs looking so sexy – so inviting." "I love you too, son. Now go on – go visit your woman. Go fuck up a storm."

Later that afternoon, feeling satisfied that I had obeyed my mother to the best of my capabilities; I was resting in Rosalita's bed, her sweaty body on top of mine – my weary, but happy cock having just slipped from the loving embrace of her warm, cum-filled cunt. Our heartbeats were both just slowing down and we both luxuriated in the sweet sensation of our bodies pressed together in the afterglow of our lovemaking.




Rosalita Ch. 02



One of the great things about Rosalita was that I felt I could tell her anything. I guess all great loves are like that. It felt good to be able to talk to someone about Mom and my feelings and all that.

Rosalita rested against me, her head propped up on one hand and she gently ran her fingernails over my chest. "Your poor mother – she's just so lonely. I understand that." For a second – I saw the old sadness pass by in her eyes and then she smiled and said, "Thank you, hijo, for changing that for me." She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue soft in my mouth.

"Your mother will be okay, Johnny. It will just take time, I think." Rosalita studied me closely as I nodded – my expression surely betraying that I was still conflicted about Mom's situation.

"Johnny, tell me something – promise me you will tell the truth," Rosalita said.

"Anything, mi amado." I replied.

Rosalita paused as if gathering up the right words, and then looked me in the eye. "Johnny, we both know you have fantasized about your mother – the thought of fucking your mom turns you on." Her hand slipped down my chest and stomach and found my cock – sure enough it was beginning to stir. "Your mother wants you – it sounds like she's made that clear, hijo. What's keeping you from making love to her?"

I felt my face burn even as I felt my cock grow in Rosalita's hand. "It's you Rosalita – I love you and I would never be unfaithful to you."

Rosalita smiled and her face beamed lovingly at me as she whispered, "Awww, mi amado hijo." Again we kissed and I sighed as she slowly worked her hand up and down my shaft. "You are such a wonderful man," she said softly when our kiss ended. "I almost feel guilty keeping me all to myself. And I feel honored that you would love me so much that you would give up your heart's desire."

My need for Rosalita swelled within me then and I said, "You are my heart's desire. You are my great love!" I rose up and kissed my Latina lover, using my body on hers to roll her over on her back. As I climbed between her quickly spread thighs, my hands running up and down her luscious body, I gasped, "You are all I ever need or want!"

With a quick thrust of my hips, I slipped inside my Rosalita – her semen drenched cunt welcoming me home, her pussy muscles quickly tightening around my swollen cock.

Rosalita's dark eyes sparkled with carnal joy as she flung her pelvis upwards, taking me as deep as possible inside her womb. I ducked and licked her swollen nipples, catching one engorged digit with my teeth as her huge breasts rolled and wobbled and making her moan as I bit it slightly. "Ohhhhh, mi hijo, fuck me, Johnnyyy! Fuck your Mama Rosalita.

The room, already pungent with our sex, filled afresh with the intoxicating aroma of Rosalita's wet pussy, spurring me to ride her harder and faster with each thrust. Rosalita's legs came up and tightened against my sides, even as she pulled her knees back to open herself deeper to my probing cock. "Te quiero, mi amado Rosalita," I cried as I felt myself slip a little further inside her. My tongue teased her nipples and then found its way upwards to run over her lower lip, discovering her teeth, biting the luscious lip. Her moans became muffled as I kissed her, her tongue greeting my own with a lewd, wet dance.

"Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck me the way you would fuck your mother!" Rosalita panted as I plunged in and out of her grasping pussy. Her words excited us both and we lost ourselves in a frantic fucking motion of cock and pussy, hands and lips and moans and sobs. I felt Rosalita grabbing my ass cheeks with her hands, nails digging in as she tried to urge me deeper into her wet, molten hot cunt. "Fuck me, hijo – show Mama what a man you are!" Rosalita sobbed and I couldn't take it anymore.

I plunged inside her to the hilt, my pubic hairs entangling with hers and with a cry, I quit fighting against the urge to cum and let myself explode inside her steamy womb. "I love you, Mom!" I shouted as I filled my lover with my sperm. "I love you, Mama Rosalita!"

We kissed and cuddled as we caught our breath – silently speaking volumes with our eyes as we savored each other's touch. We both grew sleepy – our need for each other sated for the moment. As I drifted off to sleep, Rosalita's head on my chest, my hand stroking her luxurious long, black hair, I heard her sigh and whisper, "I am so happy, mi hijo – I would give you anything to make you this happy." 

#

And then it finally happened – Graduation. After twelve years of intermittent boredom – I was finally getting out of school. We held the ceremony inside the gymnasium – us graduates marching in and sitting on the portable bleachers set up on the stage. As we walked down the aisle between our beaming parents and siblings and other loved ones, I looked for Rosalita, but didn't find her. 

Once in our seats, I looked for her some more, but didn't see her. Mom, I found quickly. Mom looked gorgeous in a tight olive colored jersey dress that molded itself to her body, showing off her voluptuous figure – the hemline designed to show off her shapely legs. Mom's honey colored hair framed her lovely face – the only thing detracting from her beauty being her swollen, red eyes. Mom had had a furious fight with Dad on the phone an hour before we had left for school. Dad and his new gal had decided to go off to Vegas for the weekend and he called to let me know he just wasn't able to be there for my graduation. I'm not sure what the real story was – whether his new girlfriend was leading him around by his cock or if he was scared to be in the same room as Mom.

People spoke, we heard a couple of songs from the High School glee club, we all walked across the stage, collected our diplomas and then as the Principal declared us graduates, we flung our caps into the air and just like that – we were done with high school.

We milled around on stage for a moment, exchanging high fives and hugs and then we began to make our way to our families. Like a scene from a movie, as I made my way through the crowd – people suddenly parted and there stood my Rosalita. 

She was so beautiful it took my breath away. Rosalita was wearing a cream colored dress that emphasized her tawny reddish-brown skin and ended just above her knees. It left her shoulders bare and the neckline curved dangerously downward, prominently displaying the upper halves of her massive breasts. My lover's hair was braided in a French Twist and draped over her shoulder.

We looked at each other for a moment and then came together, her bussing me on the cheek and giving me a passionate hug. "Mi hijo, I am so proud of you!" Rosalita exclaimed. We held on to each other, her arms around my neck while I encircled her waist and grinned a bit silly at each other while pretending not to be kinda embarrassed to be together in public.

We hugged again and then my heart beating madly, I kissed her on the lips. "I love you, Rosalita," I murmured as we embraced. I wondered if we were causing a scene with our display of affection but part of me didn't care and the rest of me was just caught up in her glorious, loving smile.

"Well, there you are!" I felt Rosalita stiffen slightly in my arms as I heard my Mom call out from behind me. Rosalita blushed and began to untangle herself from my embrace. I turned to see Mom standing there, beaming at us. She stepped up and hugged me, kissing me on the corner of my mouth. "I'm so proud of you, honey!" Mom exclaimed, her hand stroking my cheek as she ended her hug.

Mom turned and smiled at Rosalita. "Hello. I'm Cindy – Johnny's mother. I have so been looking forward to meeting you!" Mom held out her hand.

Rosalita smiled back and bravely stepped forward. "It's nice to meet you, Cindy. I'm Rosalita." Mom and she shook hands, taking their time about it – sizing each other up with me standing in the middle. I felt both nervous as a hen at a party of foxes and as proud as a young man with two beautiful women around him could be.

Mom gave Rosalita a close look over and then turned to me and said, "Your girlfriend is beautiful, Johnny! I can understand why you fell for her."

I reached out and took Rosalita's hand. "Yes, she is, Mom. Rosalita is a wonderful woman."

Rosalita replied, "Thank you, Cindy. You know you have a wonderful son. I know you must be so proud." Then, maybe to show she wasn't intimidated, she said, "I see that Johnny gets his good looks from you. You look lovely this evening – I wish I had your figure."

Mom blushed and said, "That is so sweet. I'm so glad we've finally met." With her free hand, she again grasped Rosalita's hand and said, "We have so much to talk about. I was planning to take Johnny out to dinner to celebrate graduation. Could you please join us?"

"I would love to, but I don't want to intrude – this is a family night," Rosalita replied.

Mom shook her head and said, "Oh no, and let's be honest about it. You are as much family now as anyone. I would really love to get to spend some time with you and Johnny." 

And so that's how I found myself seated between the two most important women in my life at Magglio's Restaurant, feeling a little like a cow invited to a Bar-B-Q. Mom and Rosalita chatted about mundane things for the longest time. The weather, my college plans, embarrassing stories from my childhood and other inconsequential things. 

At one point, Rosalita placed her hand on the table and without thinking, I placed my hand over hers and we instinctively let our fingers intertwined. Mom paused in mid-sentence to stare at our little display of affection and then looked up and smiled at both of us. In her eyes seemed to be a mix of emotions at play – love, tenderness, regret and maybe jealousy. Under that powerful gaze, I felt Rosalita shiver and she began to withdraw her hand from mine.

"No, please – don't," Mom murmured. "Please, Johnny – Rosalita, don't be shy around me. I think it's sweet to see two people so obviously in love." 

Rosalita paused and I seized the moment to tighten my grip on her hand, squeezing in encouragement. "Thank you, Mom," I said, my voice tight with emotion.

Rosalita started to speak and then paused as if unsure what she should say, lowering her eyes to look at our intertwined hands... Finally, a quiet little smile played across her lips and she raised her head and replied to Mom, "Thank you, Cindy." 

Rosalita took a deep breath and continued. "I have been very worried about how you and your husband would react to what has happened with Johnny and me. Johnny has told me again and again that you were fine with us being...lovers, but still, I know it has to be hard to understand, an eighteen year old man and a forty-two year old woman..." Rosalita's courage faltered and she was unable to go on.

Mom shook her head and reached out and squeezed Rosalita's free hand for a moment. "I am completely fine with you and my son, dear. Johnny and I have already had this conversation – he's probably told you that I've known for years his – um, preference for older women. I've been readying myself for this for a long time and the only thing I would ever be concerned with is that my son falls in love with a good woman. And I can just tell already that you are that, Rosalita. I'm happy for you – I'm happy for both of you."

Mom paused and took a sip of wine. She seemed to consider something for a moment and then continued. "In fact, I suppose I'm a little jealous, considering my current situation. What I wouldn't give to find love with a handsome young man that would make me smile the way Johnny makes you smile."

"That is so sweet of you, Cindy," said Rosalita in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "I feel lucky to have Johnny. You have raised a wonderful son." She hesitated for a second and then said in a rush. "He's more than wonderful – your son is a tender, considerate lover."

Mom glowed with that compliment and replied, "Yes, Johnny is a handsome sexy thing, isn't he?" She giggled as she took another sip of wine. "If I wasn't his mother, I would be all over him in a second." Mom giggled again and her face turned red. "I guess that sounds awful, doesn't it – me talking about my own son like that?"

Rosalita's face began to flush as well and in a quiet voice she replied, "No. I understand completely."

Both Mom and Rosalita appeared shocked to have talked so forthright and the conversation quieted down considerably, both women seemingly lost in thought. We finished our meal and I helped both lovely ladies into Mom's car. Once I was buckled up, I glanced at Mom in the rear view mirror and at my lover next to me. "Where to, ladies?"

Mom smiled at me and said, "This is a night for celebration. Why don't you drop me off at home, Johnny and you two go have some fun?"

Before I could protest, Rosalita turned in the seat and said, "Oh no! This is an important night for you too, Cindy. Besides, we just met – I'd love to talk to you more – get to know you better."

Mom appeared pleased by Rosalita's suggestion but she shook her head and said, "Oh no – you lovers should be alone and do what lovers do. You don't need a third wheel interfering with your love life."

"No! Please, stay with us," Rosalita said in an insistent voice. She turned to me and said, "Convince her, mi hijo." Rosalita reached out and touched my shoulder, drawing my gaze into her eyes. Her beautiful eyes told me that she wasn't being just polite.

"Please, Mom," said. "We both want you to stay with us. It's a beautiful night – we could go home and maybe just hang out in the back yard by the pool. Maybe toast my graduation with some champagne." I put a teasing tone in my voice. "You have that bottle of twenty year old Dom Perignon that Dad was saving for a big occasion. Why don't we break it open and celebrate?"

Mom laughed evilly at the idea of drinking Dad's prized bottle of bubbly and shook a finger at me. "Well, maybe Rosalita and I could have a little bit of champagne, but you're not twenty-one yet. Remember, you're still underage for drinking, young man." 

Rosalita laughed with her and said, "A little champagne sounds good to me, Cindy. We can always buy Johnny a coke."

Despite the teasing, once we got back to our house, Mom did let me have a little of the champagne (which I'll be honest – I'd have just as soon had a beer), and we found ourselves relaxing in the lounge chairs by the pool. Mom and Rosalita chatted while I mostly listened, still finding it unnerving to be with both the most important women in my life.

Mom talked about her childhood in Missouri and Rosalita talked about the loss of her husband and son. Some tears were shed by both women and they hugged when Mom stood up and moved to sit with Rosalita. They were both getting a little tipsy from the champagne and I found myself with a hard-on by the time they finished their embrace.

"Oh Rosalita – I'm so sorry for your loss. I cannot imagine life without Johnny," Mom said, sniffling. "I don't know how you managed to go on."

Rosalita wiped her tear streaked face and nodded, looking over at me and letting the pain slip away as she smiled at me. "For a while, Cindy, I wasn't sure I would – but God sent a little angel to me to give me strength and then he sent him back to me all grown up to remind me what love was again. Te quiero, mi amado hijo."

Mom sighed at Rosalita's words. "Awww, that's sounds so lovely. What does it mean, Rosalita?"

"I love you, my beloved..." Rosalita paused, her eyes traveling from my mom to me and back to Mom. "Um – my beloved son."

Mom shivered at the words. She turned and looked at me and despite being fully clothed, I felt like she was seeing me stark naked. My cock throbbed at her intense, longing gaze. "That sounds sooo beautiful. Te quiero...mi...?" She looked at Rosalita for help.

Rosalita licked her lips nervously and said, "Mi amado hijo – my beloved son." There was unusual tension in her voice.

Mom turned and looked at me with a fiery gleam in her eyes, "Te quiero, mi amado hijo." We looked at each other for long seconds – desire written in both our eyes and then Mom turned back to Rosalita sitting next to her. "That's so lovely, Rosalita – it sounds sooo romantic, and," Mom's facial expression went from dreamy desire to naughtily lewd, "Very sexy – you call Johnny, son? Does he call you Mom too?"

Mom seemed to be breathing funny – her breasts, tightly wrapped in that jersey dress were heaving noticeably in the dim lights by the pool.

Rosalita had a funny look on her face as she replied softly, "Well, Cindy – like I said earlier, I understand, I think, how you feel about Johnny."

Mom's eyes widened and I think she realized for the first time just how much I confided in Rosalita. "Oh my," she whispered and then she stood up and fanned herself with her hand. "Is it me or is it getting hotter out here?"

The tension in the air was so thick it should have been visible. Part of me wanted to suggest that Rosalita and I get on our way. My cock was throbbing and I never felt more hungry to fuck my Latina lover than I did at that moment, but part of me didn't want this moment to end and I was as surprised as anyone when I blurted out, "How about we all take a swim? Maybe that will cool things off."

Mom laughed and the tension seemed to flood away. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, honey."

Rosalita looked intrigued and nodded, but replied, "I'd love to, but I didn't bring a suit."

"Oh that won't matter," exclaimed Mom, reaching down and pulling Rosalita to her feet. I'm sure we can find you something to wear." Mom smiled at me and said, "Go put on your trunks, Johnny and Rosalita and I will see what I have available."

Just the thought of Mom and Rosalita in bathing suits made my cock throb and I was sure both could see the bulge in my slacks as I climbed out of my lounge chair. "I can't wait," I said, unable to keep the eagerness out of my voice.

Both women giggled and Mom rolled her eyes and said as she led Rosalita off, "I bet! Well, we'll try not to disappoint."

I think I was finished changing and back down at the pool in about four minutes. I was wearing regular boxer type swim trunks – knowing there was no way I could get on my smaller, tighter swim trunks with the erection I was sporting. Several minutes passed before I heard the voices of Rosalita and Mom coming from the house. My cock hadn't softened a bit as I imagined the two sexiest women on the planet upstairs in Mom's bedroom changing into swimsuits. All sort of naughty images swam through my imagination.

When they stepped through the door, I realized I was in big trouble. Mom was wearing a light green bikini – its sparse material of the top covering perhaps fifty percent of her large breasts. It came with a matching green bottom and I knew before she even turned around that it was a g-string, her shapely, well toned cheeks completely bare.

Beside Mom, holding her hand and looking a little shy was my Rosalita. Mom had found her a white string bikini top that seemed to cover her nipples and areolas and little more. Her mountainous tit flesh jiggled and swayed and threatened to break free from the scant few inches of material that failed to cover her lovely breasts. She wore what I assumed were her almost sheer bikini panties that matched the cream colored dress she had worn to my graduation. Her thick pubic hair shadowed the material, doing more than hinting at her luxurious and thick bush.

"Wow!" I said. "Now you two are definitely are worth waiting for!"

Rosalita snickered despite her apparent embarrassment and said, "Would you look at him. Johnny is in hog heaven."

Mom nodded and said, "Two sexy older woman – his greatest fantasies come to life!" I was standing at the edge of the pool as they approached, enjoying the sexy view my mother and my lover were giving me. Mom turned and said something to Rosalita, whispering it so I couldn't hear.




Rosalita Ch. 02



I felt my heart pounding as they neared me. Both grinned at me and when they reached me, both Mom and Rosalita leaned in, their breasts brushing my arms, and gave me a kiss on each cheek. Then they pushed me into the pool.

I came up sputtering, spitting out the chlorine tinted water. "I – I can't believe you did that – that was just mean." I said, attempting to sound flustered, but laughing beside myself. "You know, payback's gonna be a bitch!"

Mom snickered and said, "First you have to catch me!" Mom dove into the pool, slicing through the water to emerge on the far side, hanging onto the edge and laughing at me. "C'mon in, Rosalita."

I bobbed in the water close to where Rosalita was standing, looking at the water uncertainly. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked.

Rosalita bit her lower lip and then grinned. "I'm not sure I should jump in – I'm not sure this top will stay on." She ran her hands lightly over her barely covered tits, emphasizing the shortage of cloth. "This was the only thing of your Mom's that came close to fitting."

I giggled and said, "It's okay, Rosalita. We're all adults here, aren't we?"

Rosalita decided to take the safe route though, walking around to near where Mom was floating and then sitting on the edge of the pool and easing herself down into the water. "Mmmmm, this feels wonderful, Cindy!" my lover murmured.

I began to swim towards them, but Mom and Rosalita kept their distance. "Watch out for him, Cindy – he's going to try something," Rosalita giggled as they swam away from me.

"What?" I protested, putting on an air of innocence. "We're just all hanging out, right?" I would edge towards them and Mom and my lover kept slipping away. We began to chat again – innocuous things as I tried to lull them into complacency. Eventually, they made their way into the deepest part of the pool, hanging onto the edge, their breasts serving to keep them buoyant and looking sexy at the same time – their luscious tit flesh half in and half out of the water.

I suddenly dived and paddled furiously through the dimly lit water, targeting Mom for attack. I swam up beneath her and took hold of her long, shapely legs and pulled her down.

Mom reached down to swat me, her legs and arms all akimbo underneath the water and then we both came up, me laughing and Mom sputtering. "You monster!" she growled. "Is that anyway to treat your beautiful, sainted mother?"

"Beautiful, yes, but sainted?" I waggled my eyebrows at Mom. "Not many saints could look that sexy in a bikini, Mom." I swam around her – keeping a close eye on Rosalita who was trying to put a little distance from us.

Mom blushed at my comments, but looked pleased. "You are an awful, naughty boy, aren't you?" Mom said, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, naughty to the core, Mom," I replied and dived again, swimming swiftly towards Rosalita's kicking legs. I swam upwards till I had my hands on Rosalita's waist and pulled her down, her struggling and fighting all the way. Under the water, her hair slipped out the braid and spread out wonderfully in the water. I pulled Rosalita to me and kissed her under the water as she struggled to get out of my grip.

Rosalita kicked for the surface and I followed, suddenly aware of a strip of cloth in my hands. As I surfaced beside my lover, her face betrayed panic and surprise and she gasped "Mi hijo – my top – you tore off my top!" 

I had the thin strip of fabric that was her bikini top in my hands. I looked at it for a second and then at my lovely Rosalita – trying to cover up her mammoth breasts with her hands and stay afloat at the same time. "Give it back to me, Johnny. I'm practically naked!" Rosalita extended her hand for the bikini top and then jerked it back as she left exposed her left breast – nipple hard either from the cool air or something else.

"Uh huh," I replied. "And what's wrong with that?" I held out the strip of cloth and then threw it over her head – the wet piece of fabric landing on one of the lounge chairs with a wet plop. "I think you look fine," I teased as I swam towards her, suddenly needing to kiss her.

Rosalita's arms went around me as I embraced her – allowing her huge breasts to pillow against my bare chest – hard nipples poking into my chest. "I think you look beautiful, Rosalita." I kissed her then, ignoring Mom's presence (or maybe because I knew she was watching), and kissing her hard and passionately – my tongue probing into her mouth. 

We kissed for long seconds. I became aware that Rosalita was tightening her embrace, her arms wrapped tight around me and then I became aware of the trap and it was too late. I felt hands tugging at my swim trunks and wrapped in Rosalita's arms, I was unable to fend off Mom who had dived underneath and was dragging my trunks off over my kicking legs.

"YESSS!" I heard Mom shout in triumph as she surfaced a few feet away, holding my swim trunks up like a trophy. "We women have to stick together." Rosalita broke off the kiss, and pushed away – giggling like a school girl. 

I treaded water as I assessed my situation – stark naked in a swimming pool with my mature girlfriend and my mother. Oh, and sporting a significant erection. "Um – can I have my trunks back, Mom?"

Mom giggled and winked at Rosalita. "Why, I'm not sure – why don't you ask your girlfriend?" Mom said.

Rosalita continued to giggle and her eyes had a strange look – akin to the look she would give me when I was between her legs and about to plunge deep into her wetness. "No – I don't think so, Cindy. Maybe they should join my top in that lounge chair."

"Good idea," Mom replied and with a flick of her arm, sent my shorts flying over my head to plop down in the grass behind the lounge chair. "Oops – I missed," Mom said smugly. "You can always climb out and get them, son."

I felt my face reddening even as my cock seemed to swell even more. "Geez," I said lamely. "I'm naked in here."

Mom laughed and said, "Oh really, let's check it out!" Mom dived beneath the surface, followed by Rosalita. Their distorted images were clearly visible as they approached me. I tried to cover up my aroused cock with my hands, but Mom and Rosalita each took one of my arms and pulled them away. I sank below the surface then and shook my finger at my Latina lover and my mother while they stared at my erect penis. I reached out to grab Rosalita and when she moved out of range, turned to face Mom who had drifted closer – her eyes on my cock. Too late she reacted and as she turned to swim away, my fingers grabbed onto her bikini top and it snapped as it was hung on my fingers.

We all surfaced and suddenly tension seemed to descend upon us and we all hovered in place, my eyes taking in both women's breasts. Mom broke the silence finally, an evil, needy smile on her face. "Somebody's got a hard-on!" she said in a sing-song voice.

"I think someone really likes big tits!" Rosalita said in the same tone of voice.

"The question is, what's Johnny going to do about it?" said Mom – her voice suddenly sounding unsure.

Rosalita suddenly pounced, swimming to me and kissing me, her nipples rubbing deliciously against my bare skin as her hand descended to wrap around my aching cock. "No, it's what I'm going to do with it," she hissed as she briefly broke our kiss. "Make love to me, mi amado hijo. I felt Rosalita's legs come up and wrap around me, now clinging to me, hunching her panty covered pussy against my erection.

I kissed her back – our tongues dancing together as I worked us over to the side of the pool, my hands reaching down and tearing her thin panties apart to get to her furry mound. In the back of my mind, a part of me marveled at the fact I was about to fuck my girlfriend in front of my mother.

Mom realized that too – that her son and his lover had suddenly lost their inhibitions and she stared at us hungrily as we kissed and touched. Suddenly, as if she had awoken from a dream, she moved towards the other end of the pool. "Um, I think I'll just leave you two lovebirds alone," she said with longing and desire in her voice.

Rosalita stopped her with a quiet, "No." She stared intently at my mother. "We want you to stay – stay and watch us, Cindy." Rosalita supported herself by laying her arms on the concrete lip of the pool. Beneath the water, her thighs parted and she hunched her naked pelvis up against my swollen dick. "Please, watch your son and me make love, Cindy."

Mom was standing in the wading area – her eyes now wide, both with desire and fear. Her breasts, full and firm heaved as she tried to catch her breath and her nipples seemed to swell before our eyes – appearing like ripe berries about to burst. "Stay, Cindy," commanded my lover. I want you to see how well your son makes love." The head of my cock found its way between Rosalita's labial lips and she let out a small moan. Stay and watch – mi amado hijo wants his mother to see how good he makes a woman feel."

Mom staggered over to sit on the edge of the pool. She gasped as I felt Rosalita raised her legs and drive her heels into my ass cheeks, urging me to slip deep inside her. Rosalita's moan as my cock filled her fiery pussy was met and matched by a moan from Mom. 

"Oh my god," sighed my mother, her eyes roaming hungrily over Rosalita and me.

Rosalita had her arms and legs wrapped around me and used me as leverage to thrust herself back and forth on my cock. I could feel Rosalita's heart pounding against my chest as her hard nipples scraped my skin – her heart's beats kept time with the throbbing pulse of her cunt massaging my erect penis. My lover's gaze moved back and forth, staring into my eyes and then over my shoulders at Mom.

"Isn't he beautiful, Cindy?" Rosalita gasped as I sank deep within her fiery womb. Isn't our Johnny, our lovely hijo beautiful?" She moaned as I ground myself into her, my pubic hairs tangling with hers, her pussy muscles flexing and caressing my hard shaft. We kissed, our tongues thrusting and probing and making love on their own as she held me tightly within her, hunching herself against me, keeping my cock buried in her loving cunt.

"Ohhhh god, yessss," Mom sobbed. "You're both so beautiful, making love."

Rosalita ended our kiss, wantonly licking my lips as she did so. "You want your son, don't you, Cindy? You want mi amado hijo to take you, fuck you, make love to you, don't you?"

Mom groaned but didn't reply. Rosalita pressed on as I stared at her in awe and wonder. "It's okay to admit it, Cindy. I understand. I used to dream about my son – grown to be a man, a fine man like Johnny and I would imagine him making love to me, making me his woman. Johnny has brought my dreams to life for me – I love him and I know he loves me..." Rosalita sighed then as a pre orgasmic shiver ran through her. She smiled at me then, her love for me evident, both as a lover and a mother.

"I know how you feel, Cindy – you love Johnny more than anything and Cindy, he loves you too. He wants you too – I can feel him inside of me, not just hard for me, Cindy, but for you – for his mother!"

"Yessss," Mom whimpered and I looked over my shoulder at Mom. She sat on the edge of the pool, legs spread wide and one hand fingering her pussy – her bikini bottom pushed aside to reveal her shaved cunt. Mom's nipples were huge, her other hand fondling and pinching them. Mom's face and chest were red with a sexual flush. Her eyes were glazed with sexual hunger and need.

"Out of the pool, mi hijo," whispered Rosalita in my ear. I don't know how we did it, but we managed to swim across to the shallow end of the pool still joined together, cock and pussy and then I walked us out, Rosalita's arms and legs wrapped tight around me as we emerged from the water. Each step seemed to drive my cock a little deeper into Rosalita's motherly womb, eliciting little cries of pleasure from her.

I lowered us to one of the larger padded lounge chairs and we began to fuck frantically. Mom had spun around, legs still spread, fingering herself as she watched Rosalita and me fuck. "Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck your Mama Rosalita, mi amado hijo. I – I love you, love you MI HIJO!" 

Rosalita's orgasm exploded on her and she began to buck wildly underneath me. "FUCK ME, HIJO! SHOW YOUR OHHHH GODDD, SHOW YOUR MOTHER HOW GOOD YOU MAKE A WOMANNN FEELLL. I LOVE YOU, JOHNNYYY!" I couldn't hold myself back any longer and I felt myself explode inside Rosalita's womb, spraying hot semen inside her milking cunt. We both filled the night air with moans and sobs as we seemed to cum and cum and cum, our faces cheek to cheek as we looked at my mother frantically fingering her pussy, three fingers plunging in and out of her wet, glistening cunt.

As our mutual orgasm faded, between gasps for air, Rosalita hissed in my ear, "Stay hard, mi hijo – stay hard for your mother. She needs you, Johnny. Your mother needs your hard cock." Despite shivering from her orgasm, my Rosalita managed to work her cunt muscles, massaging my cock, urging it to keep hard. Rosalita's words helped make that an easy chore. "Look at your Mom, hijo – look how wet she is for you. Look at your mother, Johnny!"

I did. Mom looked like sex incarnate. Her honey-blonde hair was plastered wetly to her skin, her body glistening with pool water mixed with sweat as she worked her fingers in and out of her pussy – her full breasts heaving as she breathed hard.

With her hands, Rosalita urged me off her, moaning as I withdrew my still fully erect cock, her pussy releasing my swollen cockhead with a wet plop. A bit shakily, Rosalita sat up and then she slipped off the lounger kneeling beside it with me standing beside her.

Rosalita crooked a finger at Mom. "Come here, Cindy – your son has something for you."

Suddenly it was if Mom and I both woke from a dream. I stared down at my lover, amazed at what had just happened – amazed at what was about to happen. "Rosalita – no...I promised you I would always be faithful," I whispered, a part of me astounded that I was trying to turn down something I had fantasized for years.

Rosalita looked up at me and shook her head, smiling that beautiful, loving smile of hers. "You are faithful to me – I want you to have this." She turned and looked at Mom who was staring at us unbelievingly. "I want you both to have this. I know what this means to Cindy and to you. I know how important it is for you both just as having you is important to me." She reached up and took my hand, squeezing it gently. "This doesn't mean the end of us, mi amado hijo – it only means we are sharing it with someone you love. If my son was here, you wouldn't deny me his love, would you?"

Her words hit home and I shook my head slowly, whispering, "No," as I envisioned her Juan making love to her.

Rosalita nodded and said to Mom, "Come here, Cindy – come share your son's love with me. Johnny loves you and you love him. You've wanted him for a long time, haven't you? You want your son to make love to you – to fuck you like a woman, no, a mother deserves."

Tears ran down Mom's eyes as she slowly nodded. Mom got to her feet, tugging at the ties of her bikini bottom and letting the strip of cloth fall to the ground as she rose. Naked, my mother padded across the damp concrete to stand before me. She reached out a hand to me and I pulled her to me.

For the first time in my life, I kissed my mother like a lover. Her soft lips met mine and then parted, her tongue greeting mine – slowly rolling it over and around mine. Mom and I sighed as we tasted each other.

"Touch him, Cindy," said Rosalita. "Touch your son – your hijo. Feel how hard your Johnny is for his mother." I felt Mom's hand slip from mine and find its way between our bodies – her wet fingers encircling my erect penis. Mom moaned into my mouth as her tongue began to dance frantically with mine.

"Isn't it lovely, Cindy? Taste him; let your son feel himself in his mother's mouth."

Our kiss ended, me nipping at Mom's tongue and then watching Mom as she slowly squatted down, her eyes not leaving mine as she guided my cock to her mouth. I had a naughty thrill shoot through me as I could see my own semen and Rosalita's pussy cream still glistening on the shaft of my cock. Mom ovaled her lips and took me into her mouth – her warm, delicious mouth and her tongue dancing joyfully around the head of my throbbing dick.

Mom shivered and gasped as she began to suck me – realizing secret dreams of both of us. I stroked Mom's cheek, brushing back a wet strand of her hair from her face as she looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes, blazing with her love. 

I shifted my gaze to Rosalita kneeling next to me, staring in wonder at the incestuous sight she had created. A quiet, motherly smile was etched on her face. Licking her lips, she said in a husky voice. "It's time – lay back, Cindy. Lay back and spread your legs wide. Your handsome son is hard for you and he wants to please his mother. Johnny wants – needs to fuck his mother now." Rosalita reached out and touched Mom's bare shoulder and her mere touch registered with Mom and she slowly let me slide from her mouth. 

Mom looked askance at Rosalita who nodded and whispered, "It's time, Cindy. Your son is about to make your dreams come true." Rosalita leaned in and gave Mom a gentle kiss on the mouth and then guided her up and onto the lounger chair. Mom was breathing heavy, her breasts rising and falling and her nipples visibly throbbed as she kept looking from me to Rosalita and back again.

Rosalita placed her hand on Mom's thigh and pulled it towards her, lifting up Mom's knee as she did so. Mom instinctively copied the movement with her other leg and I had to remember to breathe as my mother lay spread out before me, baring her bald cunt, now flowered and dripping with her juices.

"Mi hijo. Your mother is waiting for you to make love to her. Make her happy, Johnny. Make both of us happy," murmured Rosalita. She placed a hand on my ass cheek and gave me a little push. Not quite believing what was happening, I climbed onto the lounger between Mom's widespread legs, my cock so hard it hurt.

"I love you, Johnny," Mom whispered. "Please, make love to me, son." Mom lifted her arms to me.

I leaned in, my cock slicing between Mom's thick labia lips to nestle against her pussy as I lowered my body onto hers. "I love you, Mom," I said softly as I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her not just as a son, but as my lover. Neither of us moved – the moment almost perfect, Mom's fingers digging into my shoulders as her raised knees tightened against my thighs. I could her pussy pulsing against my cock, her labia trying to close around the length of my shaft, my cockhead throbbing against Mom's slick shaved skin.

"So beautiful," I heard Rosalita whisper. She scooted a little bit to one side, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek and then bussing Mom's cheek as well. I felt her hand slip down my ass cheeks and then between Mom's and my bodies. I rose up a little as she took my cock in her hand and guided my cockhead between Mom's cunt lips.

"Your mother had waited long enough, mi hijo," Rosalita said almost too soft to hear. "Fuck your mother, Johnny. Fuck your mother now!" 

"I love you," I sobbed, not sure if I meant Mom or Rosalita or both and I thrust forward, burying my cock in Mom's steaming, slick cunt. Mom cried out as I pressed into her pussy, her back arcing and allowing me to sink even deeper. She felt tighter than Rosalita – not better, but different, but sweet and hot and buttery and I quickly sank the length of my cock inside Mom, my pubic hairs scraping her slick, shaved mound.

Mom raised her face and her lips found mine as her fingernails dug into my back. I felt her long legs cross over my hips and then her heels drove into my thighs and she urged me even deeper. For a long, sweet minute, I was buried deep in Mom's womb, wrapped tight in her loving embrace by her arms, legs and pussy – the only movement our tongues dueling feverishly in our joined mouths. It was the culmination of so many sleepless nights and long days of teasing and fantasy. Mother and son joined together in the holy act of lovemaking.




Rosalita Ch. 02



The sensation of having my cock wrapped up in Mom's incredible hot and wet softness was almost heaven, transcended only by the new pleasures produced by our gradual, instinctive movements as our bodies responded to our incestuous needs. Slowly, we began to make love, my thrusts in and out of Mom's tight cunt matched by her movements, flinging her hips upwards, too impatient to wait for me to bury my erect dick in her pussy again.

Mom's first orgasm was almost immediate as her longed for yearnings were finally realized. Mom broke our kiss to sob, "Oh baby, Mommy's cumming!" She tried to speak again, but all that came out was a long drawn out sob as her first son induced orgasm swept over her. I sank deep inside Mom, resting my cock in her womb and hanging on as she bucked and writhed as her incestuous ecstasy overwhelmed her. I ducked my head down and caught an erect nipple in my mouth, barely biting it with my teeth before sucking at it hungrily. This seemed to increase Mom's pleasure and she pressed a hand to the back of my head to hold me in place. I bit and sucked at her nipple till her body, exhausted, ceased all movement except for trembling in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Oh my god, that was wonderful," Mom gasped and then she began to cry, hugging me to her. 

"I love you too, Mom," I said a little nervously – women crying from an orgasm was still an unusual experience for me and I wasn't sure how to act. 

Rosalita reassured me, by leaning in and kissing me, her tongue snaking into my mouth, allowing me to contrast her taste with Mom's. Then she reached out and stroked Mom's face. "I'm so happy for you, Cindy – to know the same joy your son has blessed me with, and..." Rosalita's smile grew wider and took on a naughty tinge. "And it's not over yet. I've primed Johnny to last a long time with you. He's going to make you cum and cum again, so hang on to him tight – mi hijo's wonderful cock is going to take you to heaven!"

Mom reached up and grasped Rosalita's hand. "Th-thank y-you, Rosalita," Mom stammered. "Thank you for sharing my son with me."

Rosalita smiled and kissed Mom's hand and replied, "How could I deny you this. We mothers, we understand each other – we know what we need. Thank you for sharing your son with me." Rosalita turned to me and nodded. "Make love to your mother, Johnny – give her what she's been missing. Give your mother what she needs."

I didn't have to be told twice. Gently I began to slowly roll my hips, moving my cock bit by bit, in and out of Mom's grasping pussy. At first, Mom moaned and shivered, still in the aftermath of her orgasm, her pussy so sensitive that every minute movement was pleasure almost too great to bear. Gradually though, Mom began to move on her own until finally we were moving as one – Mom meeting my thrusts with her own, the intensity rising by the second. I let Mom control the pace. When she wanted it fast and hard, I fucked my mother fast and hard. When she needed it slow and gentle, I fucked her slow and gentle – our movements quickly matching each other as if we had been lovers for years.

Mom's pleasure rose and rose until she was again on the edge of orgasm. Through it all, with each thrust of my cock into her fiery cunt, Mom never let go of Rosalita's hand, keeping her close, allowing her to do more than share the moment. Mom bit her lower lip, her mounting pleasure evident. I glanced over at Rosalita and saw the same look of ecstasy on her face. The muscles in her arm and Mom's were bulging as they tightly, desperately clung to each other. I realized that Rosalita's hand had disappeared below my line of sight and I comprehended that Rosalita was pleasuring herself as Mom and I made love.

Mom panted, "More, Johnny, more! Fuck me, son, give Mommy what she needs! LOVE ME, JOHNNYYYY!" Mom's movements became more frantic, more demanding – she was rising up off the lounger cushions to meet my hard thrusts down while her pussy muscles clung stubbornly to my cock, massaging them with her silk soft, creamy wet flesh.

I felt my need building in me. My mind reeled as I realized I was about to put my own seed into Mom's pussy – giving back a part of me that had sprung from her womb. "I love you, Mom," I moaned. I turned my head and said, "I love you too, Rosalita."

Rosalita nodded, her own orgasm threatening to overwhelm her. "Te quiero, mi amado hijo," she sobbed.

A whimper escaped Mom's lips and she gasped, "Oh, Johnnnyyy – you're making me cummmm. I love you, sonnn!"

And then it was as if a bomb composed of pure pleasure went off. Cries from all three of us exploded at once as Mom's pussy tightened around my deeply buried cock, triggering my ejaculation – an orgasm that overwhelmed me in its intensity and length. I felt my cock throb as I shot jet after jet of hot semen inside my mother's pussy – her muscles contracting powerfully as she writhed beneath me. I leaned forward to kiss her, our tongues licking each other's face sloppily and then joined by a third as Rosalita leaned in, her tongue insinuating itself into the delicious tangle of Mom's tongue and mine. I sensed more than saw the seizure like quaking of Rosalita as she fingered herself to orgasm along with us.

Our orgasms seemed to feed off each other, the knowledge of all three of us being present, being part of this incestuous, wonderful moment, spurring our pleasure to unexpected heights. My cock actually ached from the intensity of my ejaculations – it seemed as if my dick had become a fire hose, gushing forth an unbelievable amount of sperm in response to the flood of Mom's hot pussy cream that coated my cock.

I collapsed on top of Mom, feeling incredibly satiated and exhilarated, if not a little exhausted. All three of us were crying and laughing, touching and kissing and embracing in a drunken whirl of ecstatic delight. I felt as if I had experienced perfection and was intoxicated by it.

Somehow, arm in arm, we managed to retreat into the house where we tumbled naked into Mom's bed, talking and chatting late into the night, me in the middle between the two most beautiful women in the world. I felt so lucky and in love and so horny. Mom and Rosalita kept me showered in kisses and their hands rarely left my body. Over the next few hours, both felt completely comfortable in going down on me while the other watched and talked me through it.

It is an indescribable delight to have your mother urge you to cum in your lover's mouth or to have your lover tell your mother how much she will enjoy the taste of your semen. We fell asleep in a tumble of arms and limbs and all had the best rest of our lives, picking up in the morning after refueling on a big breakfast of bacon and eggs.

As I made love to Rosalita and Mom, a potentially mind-blowing possibility kept offering itself as I watched Mom and Rosalita interact with each other. Both had literally lowered all their inhibitions in so far as making love to me, but I could sense the underlying erotic tension as they related to each other.

Rosalita was the most overt, unhesitatingly touching Mom or kissing her as one or the other made love to me. They shared intimacy with me as the conduit – never quit succumbing to the desires they may or may not have discovered for each other, but still intimate in a sexual way that kept me erect more than I would have thought possible.

Sometime in early afternoon, I was flat on my back, Mom straddling me, riding my cock, making her magnificent breasts bounce as she slid up and down my cock. I felt Rosalita's weight suddenly as she straddled me from behind Mom. Resting her head on Mom's shoulder, her long black hair falling all about, Rosalita teased and urged Mom to fuck me hard, to enjoy my big cock. Mom leaned back, resting herself against Rosalita's lush body. Rosalita would give her little kisses on the cheek and neck and then as Mom rode herself to orgasm, Rosalita helped her along as her arms came around Mom and cupped my mother's breasts, tweaking and teasing Mom's nipples as she began to cum on my cock.

When I had recovered and Rosalita had lowered herself onto my throbbing erection, Mom returned the favor. I cannot adequately describe the erotic picture of seeing my mother with her arms around Rosalita, her light skinned hands cupping and kneading Rosalita's brownish-reddish colored tits as she kissed Rosalita's neck and urging me to "Make Mommy proud – fuck your lover like you fuck Mommy – make Rosalita cum, son!"

Later that evening as my endurance began to wane; both Rosalita and Mom took turns riding my cock while the other rode my face. My imagination ran wild as I could only envision my two lovers facing each other as I gave them pleasure. Did they play with each other's tits? Did Mom and Rosalita kiss each other passionately, tongues dueling as my cock and tongue made them cum and cum again? 

As I lay exhausted in bed with them, my cock temporarily spent, they would look at each other and giggle when I gave them a questioning look. The only thing I was sure of was my discovery that is possible to love two women equally. Having realized my long secret desires for my mother had only increased my hunger and love for her, but at the same time, my love for Rosalita had increased ten-fold. I was in awe of her courage and heartfelt desire to make me happy and to give me the gift of completely knowing my mother's love.

We spoke vows that night, Mom, Rosalita and I, that what had begun on my graduation night was the beginning of something great and lasting between all three of us. That whatever might lie waiting in the future, we would all face it together – that our lives would indeed be spent together. And so it has – a wonderful life that has surprises yet to be realized and which daily makes me proud and thankful to be a son and a lover to both Mom and Rosalita. Our story isn't over – it is just beginning.

To be continued...someday.