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The Mom

By: Fever



I had been tutoring Marina for about three weeks now, three times a week. Each time, we had sex. She was learning her "sex education" very well. She had learned every word I could think of for cock and pussy, she was giving me terrific blow jobs, she enjoyed my oral sex, and each week we would fuck each other. We had even started seeing each other outside of our tutoring sessions, although no dating yet, as her father was very strict about that. Each time I went to the house I was greeted warmly with hugs from her mother and father and compliments on how well she was doing since getting my help.

Saturday I went over to her house for a cram session because of a big test coming up Monday. I rang the bell, but instead of Marina I heard her mother's voice on the intercom saying "come around to the back please."

When I opened the gate to the yard I saw Mrs. Sandoval reclining in a lounge chair at the edge of the pool. "Hi, Mrs. Sandoval, I was supposed to tutor Marina today, is she here?"

"I'm afraid she won't be here today, she went to the lake with her father, they haven't spent much time together lately and he wanted her to be with him before he left for California tomorrow." I moved to go, and started to say goodbye when Mrs. Sandoval called to me "stay for a few minutes, I'd like to talk to you, can I get you a lemonade?" I told her sure and took the chair next to where she had been sitting.

Mrs. Sandoval got up and headed for the house. I could see where Marina got her looks. Her mother had a beautiful ass that swayed side-to-side as she walked away from me, no bounce either. Not bad for a woman her age. Her breasts were lovely to look at too. In her bikini they were barely covered and looked to be 40s easy, but very firm, as were her legs, she must work out I thought to myself. I could see Mrs. Sandoval through the glass doors standing in the kitchen. She took ice and put it in my glass and then took one cube and began to rub it along the sides of her neck. Water dripped down her shoulders, she took the cube and began to rub it along the top of her breasts, I wondered if she knew I could see her.

If she knew, she didn't seem to care. She took the cube and rubbed it in her cleavage and then along the top of her swimsuit over her nipples, her eyes were closed and she seemed to be enjoying herself. She stopped when the ice cube had melted to nothing and picked up the tray and headed for where I was. I knew my cock was hard already, there wasn't anything I could do to hide it, I figured drink the lemonade and hit the road before she notices the bulge in my shorts. She came to where I was sitting and bent at the waist to offer me the tray, her breasts were at eye level and I could see that her nipples had hardened from the ice cube, "if you see something you like, take it" she offered. Damn, I couldn't resist, as I reached for my drink I let my hand brush up against the nipple of her left breast. I heard her suck in a little breath, but she said nothing to me, and lay back down on her lounge chair.

"My daughter tells me she likes you very much, and that you are a very good tutor", "thanks" was all I could mutter. "My husband and I have seen improvement in her grades since you started with her" she continued, "she tells me you are very good with the sex education". This time it was me who gasped "uh, well Marina is a very good student and a quick learner" I stammered "she asked a lot of questions that I tried to answer" I lied. "Marina tells me that you have hands of velvet, but another part of you is like stone", I just stared at her, I didn't know what to say "perhaps you can show me these things." "I would hate for my husband to know that Marina's tutor was also her lover" Christ, now she made it clear, if I didn't play along she would let her old man kill me. "If I can show you something, I would be glad to".

Mrs. Sandoval undid the strap of her swimsuit top and released her lovely tits, she handed me the suntan lotion and said " I don't wish to burn, will you help me" I poured lotion in my hands and started to cover her breasts with it. Each fleshy mound moved under my fingers, her nipples were already hard and I drew little circles around each one with my fingertips. I pinched the nipples between my thumb and forefinger and watched as she closed her eyes and smiled. "I don't want to burn anywhere" she said as she turned over "can you do the back" I reached down and pulled her bottoms off her legs.

From the rear I could see her dark black pussy hair, her lips were already becoming excited. She opened her legs just a little, enough so my hand could reach her cunt lips. I dripped lotion along her spine and in the crack of her ass, it made her shiver and she moaned softly. I massaged the lotion into her shoulders, and back, and then moved to her tight ass cheeks. I kneaded each one and let one hand rub her inner thighs just barely touching her pussy lips each time I got near them. Mrs. Sandoval moved her ass up, raising it off the lounge chair so that my fingers could enter her love hole. I let two fingers slip easily inside her wet passage and massaged the walls of her pussy. "I feel the velvet hands, but what of the part that is like a stone" she whispered to me. As I stood to remove my shorts Mrs. Sandoval sat up and helped me undo my belt, she took my shorts and pulled them from me and did the same with my underwear. Her hands were suddenly everywhere; one stroked my cock up and down the other cupped my balls and squeezed them gently, I could feel her breath on my belly as she put her face near me.

This was incredible, she was even more lovely than her daughter and I was about to have her! Her lips closed on the tip of my cock, she reached around me and held my ass in her hands, her fingernails digging into my flesh. She pulled me to her, letting my dick slip into her mouth until I felt it hit the back of her throat, then she slowly pulled it out and started again. She took her time, letting me fuck her face easily, my balls banging her chin each time she took me in her warm throat. When she could feel I was about to cum one hand began to squeeze my swollen balls, ready to milk them of all the cum I had in them. I felt myself tighten and then let go with a hot stream of cum, it startled her at first but she kept swallowing, like daughter, like mother.

My hips bucked, my cock went deeper into her mouth and she milked my balls, letting her finger play with the spot just behind them. When I finished I fell back to my chair and collapsed, she smiled and got to her knees and licked me clean. "My daughter was right, you are very good at this sex education, but now you must teach me a lesson tutor." "Did you have something in mind" I stammered. "My husband does not wish to do what you call oral sex, I wish to know what it feels like, perhaps you can teach me as you have my daughter."

I had Mrs. Sandoval lay back down on her chaise lounge, with a leg on either side so her cunt was completely open to me. I folded the end of the lounge down so that I could kneel between her legs. "Close your eyes and relax" I whispered as I took her leg in my hand and began to put kisses on her ankle. I slowly worked my way up her leg, licking and kissing her calves, the back of her knee, and finally her inner thigh. She squirmed as I got closer to her pussy, I could smell her lovely sex scent, and felt with one hand that she was already wet between her lips. As my warm breath blew across her soft cunt hair she moaned and began to touch her own nipples.

I covered her cunt lips in soft kisses, every once in awhile pulling on the lips with suction to open her cunt to me. Her juices were already flowing and I tasted her sweet juice on my tongue. Using my thumbs I opened her lips to my tongue and let it circle her clit, flicking it over and over and biting it between my teeth. Mrs. Sandoval was bucking her ass off the lounge now and one hand held my face between her legs. My tongue continued to flick at her hot little button while my finger found her g-spot. The combination sent her over the edge. With a loud moan, that I'm sure the neighbors heard, she came in waves, her pussy walls closing on my finger and tongue. I lapped at her wet cunt sucking up each drop of her sex juice, when she had finished her orgasm she let out a soft sigh and let her body relax.

"My daughter is very fortunate to have a tutor of such skill" she grinned.

"Yes mother, I am and I didn't expect I would be sharing him with you," Marina declared from the patio door! "She threatened to tell your father we were....."

"I know what she said," Marina interrupted, "I heard every word, I've been watching since you got here." "If you wanted to see how good he was mother, why didn't you just ask to watch" she glared at her mother. Marina started to walk toward us, and as she did she pulled off her t-shirt, unbuttoned her shorts and stepped out of them as she walked across the patio. "Let me show you what we do mother." I was still on my knees when Marina reached us. She took my head and shoved it between her legs, "Now show my mother how you eat me."

I ate her like a starving man. I let my mouth pull at her cunt lips, my teeth scraping along the soft folds of skin. My mouth covered her entire pussy at times, my tongue licking and forcing it's way into her warm tunnel. My hands dug into her ass pulling her into my face, and her hips ground her wet mound into my mouth. I could barely catch my breath, but it was incredible. We were like animals, and we were doing it in front of her mother. I felt Marina stiffen and then she came in a shuddering orgasm, the strongest she'd ever had. Wave after wave washed over her and her juices covered my face. I sucked hard on her clit making her shake and shiver with every touch. When she was finished she collapsed on a beach towel, but she wasn't done with me yet.

"Fuck my ass" she spit out "watch mother as his cock fills my bunghole, I'll bet daddy never does this to you either." She got to her knees and elbows, her ass high in the air, her legs spread and dripping with her own juices. I poured suntan lotion on her ass and placed the tip of my swollen cock at her opening.

Marina stiffened herself and I began to push slowly into her virgin asshole. She was very tight and my cock fought for each little piece of ass, but soon the head had disappeared inside her, she forced herself back and I met her movement with thrusts of my own. My cock now moved easily in and out of her tight little tunnel and she urged me to fuck her harder. I pushed my cock deep into her tight ass, my balls slapping her skin with every push. Mrs. Sandoval watched us intently, her hand fingering her own pussy as she saw her daughter getting fucked up the ass. They both came at once, my cock spewing hot jism inside Marina's asshole while her mother forced two fingers deep inside herself to her own orgasm. "Is that what you wanted mother, to see him in action?" "He fucks me like that all the time, don't you wish father did?"

Marina's mother got up from her chair and came to where we had collapsed on the towel. "You are right Marina, I should not have used him for sex, but your father is no man. I am wrong and should be punished." With that she got to her hands and knees and presented her ass for spanking. Marina and I looked at each other, I nodded yes to her she slapped her mothers ass hard. Mrs. Sandoval gritted her teeth and moaned but stayed in her position for more. "Spank her Marina, while I make her eat out my ass, that should teach her."

I moved to lay on my stomach in front of Mrs. Sandoval with my ass inches from her face. Marina was now enjoying herself, slapping her mother hard with one hand while her other plunged deep into her own cunt. Mrs. Sandoval wasted no time accepting her punishment, her tongue began to lick my ass crack and search for my bunghole.

When she found it she began fucking me with her wet tongue, her face pushing into me with every slap from Marina. Marina meanwhile had orgasmed again and was now busy fucking her mothers ass with her fingers, still slapping her tight white ass leaving red marks along each cheek. Her mother and I came together and the three of us fell into a pile on top of each other by the pool.

The Mom and the Sons Friend Pt. 01



This story is from 2003 and set in the UK.

It was the summer of 2003. Karen had just turned 49; she was blonde; around 5 ft 4 and what could be described as a BBW, very curvy. She was going through what seemed to be a very small mid-life crisis. Karen was married to Nick and had two children, the oldest was Paul who was 21 and at university and Sam who was 18. The relationship between Karen and Nick was ok but becoming less and less loving. Karen worked as an office manager for a small building firm in Manchester and had done for 10 years. Nick was a builder. Both jobs were tiring in their own way but it was obvious the Karen did more in the relationship like cook dinner every night and clean up after every one. It was starting to get stale.

Sam went to the local Catholic secondary school and had a tight group of mates including Matt who was also 18. Sam and Matt were best mates and would regularly be over at each other's homes. Matt was a very introverted chap who would think a lot, he also had a foot fetish, although he would never have acted on any impulses as he lacked confidence. Matt had been to Sam's loads of times and spent hours staring and gawping at Karen's feet. He always kept it well hidden and no one would have even known he had a foot fetish.

Karen's job at the builders was pretty laid back in terms of dress code so she used to dress casually, normally jeans, blouse and some sandals or pumps/boots. Sometimes she'd wear black trousers if she wanted to look more upmarket. Her feet were what could be described as mature, meaty with normally light red nail polish. She loved painting her toe nails but her feet were very tired with some light dry heels.

Karen liked Matt, she thought he was a good boy who had always been there for her son and got on well with his parents. She would always welcome him over into the house and even once on his own, three months previously while Nick had taken Sam to Football training. It was the first and only time the two had ever been alone together and Matt couldn't believe what was happening. He used to constantly fantasise about that moment when he would knock on the door, Karen and says the Sam was out but you could come in and wait for him. Karen, barefoot and wearing jeans and top, welcomed Matt in and said Sam would be back in 30 mins and told him to go in the living room. Matt, taking little glimpses of Karens feet walked into the living room and sat in his usual position on the floor leaning up against at the sofa right at the bottom. Matt started to watch TV but secretly wanted Karen who was in the kitchen to come in and lie on the sofa with her feet pretty much in his face. 

After around 10 minutes Karen walked in, "Heres a drink for you Matt" she said while walking over to him. 

"Thank you" said Matt nervously who took the glass and took a big sip. 

Karen didn't sit on the sofa but sat in the chair to the left of Matt and curled her feet underneath her. Matt knew this was the only time he would ever get to even possibly get up, close and personal with Karens feet. 

"How was your day Matt" said Karen who was trying to get comfy while half watching Eastenders on TV.

"Ok, were just getting ready for Work Experience." 

"Have you got anything sorted yet?"

"No" said Matt "I'm looking but nowhere is letting me do it."

"Oh" said Karen "I'm sure the school with get you something."

While chatting, Matt was constantly staring at Karens feet which were curled up having a prime view of her soles. He was dreaming of the smell of them, the vision of his nose pressed up against her sole underneath her toes. 

After a few minutes of silence Karen pulled her feet out from under her and stretched them out.

"Ohhh" she purred. Matt's eyes followed her feet every step of the way like a fan watching tennis, his mouth almost open in awe. In his head he knew he needed to say something. 

"Tired" he said, with the barely audible, with Karen just about hearing him.

"Very" she said looking down at him.

"My feet are killing me" moving her feet back under her. Matt went silent, this was it, and the moment he had always waited for, all he had to do was ask.

Stay tuned for part 2



The Mom and the Sons Friend Pt. 02-03



Matt could feel his face get hotter and hotter. Karen carried on watching Eastenders but glanced over to him noticing a change in his colour.

"Are you Ok" said Karen who was unsure of what was wrong with him but could see something was up.

"Yes" murmured Matt, still staring at her meaty soles, her slightly worn toes and dry heel. Karen glanced down at her soles and gave a wry and bemused look and reverted back to the TV. Matt snapped out of the stare and realised it was never going to happen, the door opened and in came Nick and Sam killing what was left of any kind of 'ultimate fantasy' he was hoping for.

Matt and Sam went upstairs pretty quickly and Karen was left to wonder what that was all about. Why was he staring at her feet? Why would an 18 year old be staring at a 49 year old with her tired feet? Karen was a very reserved and not very 'with it' when it came to kinks and fetishes. She just didn't understand what happened, but that didn't mean she wasn't intrigued to get to the bottom of it.

Matt walked home that night depressed, his nervousness and lack of confidence came to the fore at the worst possible time and had maybe cost him dearly. But that didn't mean he couldn't fantasise about the way it should have been, if things had been different and he had spoken up, pushing it out there and asking if she wanted a foot rub as she'd 'been on her feet all day'.

Both Karen and Matt went to bed that night thinking about that moment, that split second where nothing really happened, but something quite clearly did. Something clicked in Karen's head; a young man seemed to like a part of her body no one else had ever been interested in. Her husband had never even taken the slightest bit of notice in her feet, never rubbed them, nothing. And at that moment she started to smile, she understood that a cute young 18 year old liked her, or part of her and that made her feel good.

A few weeks came and went and Karen was constantly thinking about Matt, she couldn't get his look at her feet out of her mind. It was starting to excite her which in some ways scared her. Karen was a practicing Catholic and would go to church most weeks. She wasn't a full on bible basher but did feel some guilt having those thoughts about such a young boy. Matt too was still thinking about that night and still kicking himself for not saying something. Interestingly Matt didn't know Karen had seen him staring and was completely unaware of what was going through her mind.

During these weeks Karen started to pay more attention to her feet, wearing her cutest sandals out and about. She would constantly bring up her feet at every available opportunity trying to get compliments and even started walking around barefoot at work to which one older male worker told her 'what's that smell' which she gawped at but secretly loved someone noticing and talking about her feet. Another, two young apprentices were kneeling next to her at her table looking at something on the PC screen which she enjoyed taking much pleasure in "It's where you boys belong", she said to Maureen sitting across from her "at my feet." That moment that evening had given Karen a new found confidence and started to feel sexy in her own skin which amazed her. Part of her though wanted to be alone with Matt again, she wanted to play with him, and that to her was very naughty.

And that's when it started, how Karen was going to get Matt alone again? She knew that Wednesday was the night when Nick and Sam were out, Sam had football training and Nick would take him, that was normally 3 hours of alone time for Karen. That excited her; she knew what day, now it was how to get Matt there unknowingly.

Over the next few days Karen would be transfixed by the thought of Matt being alone with her but the one thing she didn't think about was what she would do if they actually were alone; get him to rub her feet? Just smell them? Suck her toes? And how was she going to get him to do it? There were so many questions floating around her head.

This problem excited but also scared Karen, was she prepared to potentially ruin her sons relationship with his best friend just for kicks? And what about his parents if he told them, god forbid, she'd known them for over 10 years. And how did she truly know Matt loved her feet, hell, how did she even know he had a foot fetish? He might have just been in one of those dazes you get from time to time and his eyes focused on that area. Doubts were clouding Karen's head but she was determined to pursue an evening alone with Matt but to do it completely organically, and make it out as if she knew nothing.

A week later, Karen hatched a plan. She remembered that she had lent Matt's mother a DVD last year and was going to ask for it back. It was a win/win situation; she was going to get her DVD back anyway but knew she would have to bring up Matt over the phone which unnerved her. She didn't want it to come off as if she wanted him to come over especially.

That Saturday night Karen was lying on the couch, her feet stretched out in front of her looking straight through them at the phone. Her mind clogged up with what to say to Matt's mom and how to come across. And then, all of a sudden she plucked up the courage. She moved over and picked up the phone while curling her feet beneath her.

"Hi Debbie, it's Karen, Sam's mom."

"Oh hello Karen, how are you doing?" Said Debbie, a family friend for over ten year. 

"I'm good thanks, just tired after work." she said while rubbing her toes. "I'm actually just calling about the Pretty Woman DVD I lent you".

"Oh yes" said Debbie, "What a great film. Would you like it back?"

"Yes please, that would be fantastic."

"Ok, when are you free? I'll get Matt to pop over now with it if you want?"

Karen's face froze with the sound of Matt's name but knew she had to keep calm and tell Debbie the right day and time. 

"We've actually got friends over soon so maybe err, Wednesday would be great."

Karen waited with baited breath to hear what Debbie's response would be.

"No worries, I'll tell him to pop over after school with it." 

"I'm home from 6pm so anytime after then, thank you Debs" said Karen excitedly who put the phone down and carried on rubbing her soles underneath her toes. She relaxed back and smiled to herself. She'd booked some time alone with Matt. It was on and there was no turning back; Wednesday 26th June 2003 was the date.

Over at Matt's, his mom and just told him the news that he was going over to Sam's house on Wednesday to drop off a DVD. As he lay back on his bed all he could think about was Karen's feet. Although he knew Sam had training he thought they alternated most weeks so thought he would see Sam and Nick too on Wednesday. That didn't stop him from fantasizing wildly about smelling and kissing her mature feet. 

As the days counted down Karen started to feel nervous about the whole thing, partly because she knew things could go wrong, badly wrong, or things wouldn't even happen at all. What if football training wasn't on? Or her mother popped over for a chat. She didn't know if she even wanted to go through with it but then she realised she wasn't going through with anything, all she was going to do was be herself.

And then the day came, Wednesday the 26th...



The Mom Experiment



Of course she opens her nylon negligee when I ask her to, and gives me a big smile. She says, "I was wondering when we were going to get to this; you've had a hard-on for me for long time, haven't you baby?" I smile back in answer while I take in the sight of the full, heavy breasts that my mother offers me, with their mesmerizing big nipples that beg to be sucked.

Isn't fantasy great? You can even have your mother. And I've had her every which way from Sunday. But in fantasy is the only place I've ever had her. I wondered for a long time how she'd take it if she knew what I was thinking about her. I would say that she's pretty hip, but a son going to bed with his mother? You've got to be more than hip to chew on that one.

If I have the guts, I just may find out. This is the week of my big experiment. I've decided to do something about the way I feel. What am I going to do? I'm not exactly sure, but I know I'm going to do something. When I was young and asked my mother about anything remotely sexual, her answer always was some form of ‘When you're older.' Well I'm older. I'm done with high school and probably old enough to know better, but I'm too brain addled from the hormones that looking at her have produced.

It's always been her tits that get me started. The part about her boobs being full and heavy, well anybody can see that even in her clothes. They're real, they're big, and I get to look at them every day, even if they are covered up. They look amazing for a thirty-eight year old, and probably more so because her waist is trim. The part in my fantasies about her large nipples, well I'm not sure about that. I once caught a quick glimpse in the dark, but exactly how big, I couldn't really say.

Mom has a look that reflects her strength, but she's almost always smiling and that's what makes her pretty. I'm prejudiced of course and to me she's a ten, but I don't think anybody would give her less than an eight. That's not the way I really think about women, but you get the idea. The other side of the coin is mom's personality. She may smile a lot, but that doesn't mean she isn't tough as nails. She stands her ground and if she thinks she's right, get out of the way.

It's easy to understand how losing a young husband and having to take care of a kid on your own could beat you down, but mom was one of those came out swinging. Of course I didn't realize all this until I was much older. I just knew that mom was ‘In charge' and so did all my friends. It's amazing how well behaved they were in my house compared to how wild we got when we were somewhere else. 

Strange when I think about it, but her strength is one of the things that turns me on about her. I love that she's tough and independent, and can take it, and dish it out. I feel as if she's worth winning, and worth having, especially having.

So I'm writing this as if someone else might read it, probably because I'd feel funny doing a ‘Diary' but I want to record what happens day by day so I can examine it and see what to do next. It's Monday, December 17th, at 7:30 AM, and I guess this is as good a day as any to call...

Day 1

*** It took me an hour to get from the last sentence to this one. I started thinking about real ways to do something to get my ‘Project' off the ground, and before I knew it, I had my mothers tits in my hands and I was holding them a she was rubbing me and then her nipples were in my mouth...well, you know how easy it is to fly off into fantasyland. 

Anyway, I've read enough stories about mothers and sons having sex to know how writers say it gets started, but they all seem nonsensical when it come to actually doing something with my mother. What am I going to do, just walk up to her and take hold of her tit? Who knows, maybe that actually worked for someone somewhere, but I can't do that.

Okay, I have to do something, so I'm going to start with that old stand-by of complimenting her and maybe saying something sexual. I'll let you know what happens.

*** Well, this morning I said to mom, "Hey, I like that dress on you, everyone at work is going to think you're really hot, which you are." 

She gave me a quizzical look and said, "Yeah, right," which is nothing like what happens in the stories. That's where she's supposed to get all excited and say that she's ready to go to bed with me. Instead she says, "I'm late Robbie, oh, will you please pick up some Chinese before you come home tonight? I have another lousy meeting and won't be here until seven." 

Great, at this rate something will happen between us in about nine years. Okay, I have a class at eleven but I'm going to come up with something to do tonight. Maybe with the food, I'll feed her or something. I saw an old movie, "Tom Jones," where they get all hot with the food and end up in bed. Maybe we'll get into that whole bit with strawberries and whipped cream all over our bodies. I better not go there now or I'll never get to school. Okay, I'll think about it during the day.

*** Wow, the food stuff was lame. Tonight I said things like "Ooh mom you have to try this..." and I took a piece of chicken in my hand and brought it to her lips, waiting for her to reach her tongue out and maybe lick my fingers while taking it into her mouth.

Instead she pulled her head back and said, "Rob...jeez...why are sticking your food in my face?" Very erotic indeed.

After dinner I helped her clean up, doing the old stand-by of rubbing against her whenever we crossed in the small kitchen. Oh yeah, and boy was she excited. She said, "Will you just go inside and watch TV or something, you're all over me." That was the idea mom. Okay so I gave up on today, but I'm going to bed and see if I can come up with something that will lead to some headway, so that I can report some progress on Tuesday, December 18th which will be...

Day 2

*** I need to know what she really likes in a guy so at breakfast I said, "Why did you marry my father?" I know she likes to talk about him.

She said, "Robbie, he was a man, he was there when you needed him, he knew how to treat women, how to listen, how...the only thing he didn't know was how to hang around long enough...boy was I pissed at him for going off and getting... " She looked off and then came back and said, "Love to chat, gotta run." 

It didn't tell me much. As she started getting up I said, "Was he good in bed?" She looked at me almost in astonishment and then laughed. 

She said, "Well you're here aren't you?" 

"That doesn't answer the question and you know it." 

She gave me a playful tap behind the head and said, "If you forgive me for not answering, I'll forgive you for asking that question, of a lady." She exaggerated the word 'Lady' and struck a joking pose. As she was leaving she said, "He happened to be very good in bed, I won't get that lucky again...for a lot of reasons." She got serious for a moment and then said, "Okay, see you tonight sweetie pie, when you can further explore your mother's love life." She laughed and left. I don't know why, but I felt as if I'd taken the first step in that often told journey of a thousand miles.

*** That night she said, "How come you were asking me those questions this morning Robbie?"

I said, "Just want to know about my father...and what makes a woman fall in love."

She said, "Oh...is there someone special Rob? I know we don't talk about this stuff much, but you could tell me. I don't know how much help I'd be, but you'd get a woman's perspective, and I'd love to see you with somebody. You haven't seen anyone for longer than a month since Marilyn, have you? Was it that bad when you two broke up last year?"

"No mom," I said. "It was just over for the both of us. She was going away, I was staying here. We just didn't put off the inevitable. No. I really haven't found anyone I want to be with for more than a month. The girls are...kids...it's not what I'm looking for."

She laughed, "And what are you, an old man? You're a kid, go out and have fun. God I hope you're not thinking of getting serious with anyone at your age. It's too early Robbie. Just be careful, but have fun. You are careful, aren't you Robbie?"

I laughed. She was always telling me to be careful. I said, "You'd have to be crazy not to be. I have fun, but I'd like to be with a real woman once...and it wouldn't be bad if she had a body like yours."

I was almost as surprised as mom to hear that. She said, "What's up with you; do you need money or something?"

I said, "I can pay you a compliment can't I?"

She said, "After eighteen years, you could have warned me it was coming."

It sure wasn't going as I'd hoped and I said, "Oh forget it."

She softened and said, "I'm sorry Robbie; that was ungracious of me. Thank you, but you could do better than this old body...maybe once upon a time, but now it's getting to be too much work to even keep up."

I said, "Oh stop it ma, you look great."

She smiled, "Thanks."

The sweater she was wearing showed more cleavage than mom usually displayed and I must have been looking right at it when I said, "I'll bet dad was proud of you." 

She laughed and said, "Oh, you mean these; yeah, sometimes I even got annoyed at him because he liked to show me off."

"Like how?"

She said, "Oh you know, I'd come into the room and he's say to his friends, ‘Look at that ladies and gentlemen, Miss Hot Bod of the Year,' or some such nonsense. I guess I miss that now, along with everything else."

I said, "Mom, are you lonely?"

"I don't have time for that."

I said it again, "Mom, are you lonely?"

She said, "When did you get so serious?" She waited a moment and then said, "Yes...I guess I am."

"So why don't you go out more? You haven't had a date in such a long time."

She said, "Robbie, do you know how many guys I went out with, it was all such a disappointment. I just got tired of it...you don't know what I had...it was all such a letdown after your father." She got up and said, "Let me show you something." She came back with a letter in her hand and said, "He wrote every day; sometimes I'd get six at once. This is one of the last ones I got." She handed me the letter and I read it.

Dearest woman,

All I can think about is you and Robert, and you. And I think about going into battle tomorrow. I don't want you to worry; I'm going to be all right. But I want you to know how much I love you. The first time I kissed you I knew that it was different and that I'd found what I was looking for, and that we were for each other.

Thank you sweetheart, because even in the middle of all this chaos and turmoil, you bring me peace. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't care, but you keep me going. You're the beating of my heart. Thinking about holding you and touching you again makes even this desert bearable. 

You will always be my darling.

I more than love you. Your Jeff 

When I finished she said, "He came through that battle, but not the next one."

I said, "It's a beautiful letter."

She said, "He was beautiful, and I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with him."

"I'm sorry mom, I said. "For both of us I guess, but it's now, and you have needs that you shouldn't push aside."

She said, "We all have needs, but that doesn't mean they all get satisfied."

The tone was heavier than I'd hoped for and I said, "Well I don't think you should give up, there's someone out there for you. Hey mom, until he comes along, how about I take you out?" 

Her mood shifted and she laughed, "Right, how much is that going to cost me?"

I said, "No, I have it covered, tomorrow night okay?"

She laughed again and said, "I don't know what's got in to you, but okay, tomorrow night." She seemed pleased and now I have a date with my mother for tomorrow night, and I too am pleased. I'm definitely amped up from that, and also because when mom went into the kitchen I got up and saw that she had left a box open on her bureau. 

I'm ashamed to admit that I looked at the top letter. I won't say exactly what it said, in case someone else ever reads this, but it had some sexual stuff in and it referred to him ‘Tasting' her and how much she liked it. I felt bad about that invasion of privacy, and I stopped reading, but it excited me to know something about what mom likes in bed. We'll see how our night goes. 

Wednesday December 19th Day 3

***Here's how our night went. Well, nothing much happened, except that to me, it felt like a date. I'm not sure how mom was feeling except that she seemed to enjoy herself, but I didn't feel as if I was out with my mother, in my head, I was out with a woman, and as happens on dates, you're not sure how it's going to end. Did I think I would end up in bed with her? I guess it flitted around my skull at times, and it flitted in my pants when we danced. It cost me enough, but the food and the band were good and we both left feeling better than we did when we went in, so I considered it a success.

Thursday December 20th Day 4

*** Last night I kept thinking about the letter that mom showed me, and I decided to write one of my own. A few ideas came to me, but I waited till early in this morning before sitting in front of the computer to make the thoughts into actual sentences. I knew I had to write something that might make her think about me in the way I want her to.

So here's the letter I'm leaving for mom this morning. I must have changed it fifty times before realizing that no matter how bad it was, I wasn't going to make it any better. 

Dear mom,

I guess I'm not yet brave enough to say all this to you in person, and it's not all that clear to me right now so I'm putting it on paper to see if I can tell you something without screwing everything up.

It was only a few days ago that I had something in mind that I thought I wanted. Over a short period of time, I realized that I that wanted something else even more. I'll tell you the first one first, because it's the hardest to say and even if my feelings have changed and grown, it's still essentially true. 

(At this point I stopped in the letter because I couldn't even write the words. It took me fifteen minutes until I could continue the letter and write the next sentence)

Mom, I want you. God I hope you don't gag on that sentence, but I guess I'd understand if you do. And yes, it means what you think it means.

That's been going on for a while. The part that's new is what I've come to realize. Not only do I want you, but I'm in love with you. 

Yes, I love you. It's real and it's true and I feel it in a place I didn't know existed. 

Holding you and dancing with you last night made me feel as if there was only one thing in the universe, and that was us. I know that the ‘Us' I'm talking about may be incomprehensible, or horrifying to you. Sorry if I'm indulging myself and being selfish by telling you this, but loving you opened my heart, and I'm going to love you forever for that.

Your Robbie

Talk about laying it on the line, I guess I'm in no-man's land and there's no possibility of retreat. All that's left is to wait for mom's response and I have no idea where that's going to go. 

*** I half expected a call from her on my cell during the day, but it didn't come. When I got home she wasn't there yet, and I could hardly contain my anxiety until she came in. the first thing she did when she saw me was laugh. Oh fuck. I didn't know if it was a nervous laugh or if she thought I was a clown. Then she said, "Were you kidding with that letter?"

I said, "No"

She said, "So you want to get in my pants?" I didn't say anything. I really didn't expect this kind of conversation with her. She smiled, "And that business about being in love with me, you know I've heard that line a few times before don't you? So tell me, do you believe it, or did you think it might help you get me into bed?"

After a moment I said, "I'm not sure...but I think I love you."

She snickered and said, "Mmm...and you think you can handle me?" She laughed. "I don't think you'd know what to do with me if you got me."

I started getting defensive and said, "I would...you don't know me."

She said, "Oh, and you know me?"

I said, "I know I want you...I want to know you."

She said, "Do you have any idea what kind of territory you're in here?" She laughed, "You're a gutsy kid." 

I said, "I'm serious."

She said, "You're serious? Okay, let's see how serious you are...let's see what you've got." I looked at her uncomprehendingly. She pointed below my belt and said, "Take it out and show me how serious you are. I just stood there. 

She said, "Look Rob, I'm just trying to show you something, you really don't want to have sex with me, I'm your mother. You probably went off some deep end fantasy, but it's not real...I'm your mother. It's different in a fantasy. Besides being your mother, I'm an old lady. I'm sure you wouldn't even get hard if you saw the real thing." 

I opened the top button of my pants and unzipped. She said, "Robbie!" Then she looked at me and said, "I've seen it all before, so don't bother." I wasn't going to be intimidated. I held her gaze and took myself out. I was exposed in front of her and I didn't care. She looked and didn't say anything. The fact that she wasn't screaming at me emboldened me and I looked at her tits and stroked myself a few times and hardened up. She said, "Oh Jesus Robbie...God...put that away. I was only trying to show you..." 

I said, "And I was also only trying to show you, that I do want you. Do you believe me now?"

She said, "Yes I believe you, but...God, put it away Robbie, I can't talk to you like this." She kept looking as I fought to get it back in my pants by pulling it up towards my belly. When I got it in, I finally felt it start to subside. She said, "I'm sorry Robbie, I shouldn't have egged you on; I don't know what I was thinking. Listen, you know we can't really sleep together, don't you?"

I said, "No. not if we both want to. You always tell me that you love me and that I'm good-looking, don't you?"

She said, "You are, but when I tell you that...you're my son...I can't believe I let myself in for this conversation, Robbie, it's crazy, we can't sleep together."

I said, "Crazier things happen between people every day, and some of them happen between mother's and sons, it's not unheard of you know. Maybe we'd be good for each other, maybe we'd make each other happy, maybe we'd both be less lonely."

Her demeanor changed and she said, "Oh baby, are you lonely? But you go out, you have friends."

I said, "Yes, but there's a loneliness that's deeper than that surface stuff...it's the one that goes away only when you're with the right person. It's what fills the missing part of you."

She said, "Oh Robbie...I can't say I don't know what you're talking about, because I've felt it every day since...well you know."

"I do know mom." I leaned over to kiss her. She let me. It was soft. And it was more quiet than lustful. I stayed on her lips as long as she let me. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes were closed. Even though I wanted to, I didn't reach for her tongue with mine.

She pulled back and said, "I shouldn't have done that."

I said, "Yes you should," and leaned in again. She started saying my name but our meeting lips turned it into moan. And again that soft sweet kiss, and then another. And then she said, "No more baby...I have to think before we go somewhere we're both going to regret." She took a deep breath, moved away from me and said with a wistful smile, "Young Casanova...even your mother's not off-limits?"

I said, "Mom, this is serious."

She said, "I know...I guess it's just starting to dawn on me how serious. I thought it was just...I don't know anymore what I though. Robbie I'm going to walk a little and try to clear my head. Do you mind if we have dinner a little later?"




The Mom Experiment



I said, "No, it's fine," and she left.

It was about an hour later when she came back she said, "Robbie, I know we have to talk about this, but not tonight, okay?"

I said "Sure," and we had a very quiet dinner, and a very quiet night with only a short forced conversation about a problem she was having at work with one of the women that was on her team.

Friday December 21st Day 5

*** No school today so I have time to do last minute Christmas shopping. Actually it's first minute shopping also, because I haven't done any. It's only for mom because my friends and I don't exchange gifts. I know it would be stupid to get her sexy lingerie even though I'd love to see her in it. I decided on a certificate to a day spa that's nearby that she‘s talked about wanting to go to, but never has. 

And I also found a sterling silver fortune cookie that opens to hold a message. Chinese food is her favorite and whenever we go, it's a joke between us that she opens both of our cookies and makes believe she's reading them, but says stuff like, "That wasn't chicken you just ate," or "You will open a fortune cookie." 

Later that night when we were about to go to bed, I decided to give her the silver cookie. I brought it out and she said, "What's this, My Christmas gift?" 

I said, "No, it's a Friday night gift." 

She opened the wrapping and laughed saying, "Wow you found a fortune cookie even harder than the one's at Fongs. It's very nice baby, thanks."

I said, "Open it."

She said "Oh it opens." She found the seam, opened it to take out the paper, and read it aloud. "You've met someone who loves you, don't let him go." I watched the emotion cross her face and she said, "Robbie..." I kissed her and held in my arms. After a moment she broke it and said, "Robbie..." I didn't let her finish and kissed her again. Our tongues tentatively met and I'm not sure who initiated it but after a few seconds we were kissing, as most mothers and sons don't.

The only words we exchanged were ‘Robbie,' and ‘Mom.' I put my hand on her breast and a gentle muffled moan came from her as her mouth stayed on mine. My excitement grew as did my bulge when I opened a button on her blouse to reach into one layer less of clothing. I slid my hand into the soft bra and immediately felt the heat as I held my mother's big tit in my hand. It felt full and swollen as I fondled her. I got even harder as my palm brushed across her nipple and she continued to kiss me. I could hear hard breathing and wasn't sure if it was more mine or hers. I remember thinking, ‘Oh my God, we're going to do it,' when mom pulled back and said almost out of breath, "Stop, stop, stop...we have to stop."

She put her hands on my shoulders and looked in my eyes and said, "Robbie, this isn't right, we can't."

I said, "Why not mom?"

She said, "I don't have to tell you why not...mothers don't sleep with their sons."

I said, "Mom those are just words, I could feel how you feel, I could taste it on your lips."

She said, "Yes, okay, I feel something, but I can't do this to you, you're too young..."

"What, too young to know what I'm doing? No mom, I'm not, I know, and it's what I need. It's you I need mom, I need to love you like this." 

She said, "Oh God Robbie..." and I kissed her again. I kissed her until the midnight hour passed and it became

Saturday December 22nd Day 6

Mom rubbed the bulge in my pants as I fondled her tit. I hoped I wouldn't come too fast. I stopped her and said, "Come to my bed mom."

She stood up and said "No, you come to mine." We walked hand in hand and she said, "Are we ready for this Robbie?"

I said, "I think we are mom, I know I am."

She said as if doubt turned to certainty, "Okay...okay."

When we reached her bedroom she took off her blouse and bra and I saw the fullness I had only imagined. She did have amazing tits, full, and well shaped. Her skin is velvety and evenly colored and when I ran my hands over the big mounds, she stopped opening her skirt and closed her eyes, tilting her head back. I kissed her neck and finished pulling down her skirt. Her panties came off with it, and except for her heels, she stood naked. I said, "Mom you're gorgeous,"

She looked at me searchingly and said, "Robbie, do you really love me," as if she was about to read the answer in my eyes rather than hear it from my mouth."

I said, "More than I thought I would ever love anyone." I took off my clothes and my hard-on sprang. 

Mom looked at my erection and took a deep breath. She sat on the bed and said, "Come baby."

I sat by her and the first thing she did was take my cock in hand and said, "It's beautiful. She looked in my eyes and said, "I know I'm not supposed to want you this way, but I do." She bent over me and kissed the shaft up and down while holding the other side with an open palm. Having my mothers lips on my cock still didn't stop me from being surprised when she took the head in her mouth and started sucking. Being in my mother's mouth was a singular experience that no amount of sex with someone else could have prepared me. My mother's tongue was on my cock. My mother's lips moved on my shaft. My mother's mouth was loving me.

My dick felt like a steel pipe and it didn't escape mom's notice because she said, "You're so hard baby, you really want me, and it doesn't matter to you that I'm your mother does it sweetheart?"

I said, "Yes it does mom, I love you so much because you are my mother."

She came up and kissed me deep with a searching tongue. She cupped my balls and massaged them gently and said, "I didn't know how much I loved you." She went back down and took more of the shaft into her mouth. I heard the sounds of her sucking as she moved up and down on me. She made a noise like, "Mmm..." and it sounded as if she was enjoying what she was doing to me almost as much as I was. But there was really no way she could have felt as good as I did, because there was mom, and she had my cock in her mouth. I held myself back from the urge to flex my hips and send the whole length of me down her throat because I could sense that she was taking as much as she could. It was enough to almost make my knees buckle.

I built up quickly from anticipatory excitement to a surging rush of hormones and electricity that coursed through me as the fantasy of having sex with my mother became reality. I started thinking about coming, and as the urge got stronger, I looked at her lips wrapped around my cock as she sucked on me and I thought of my warm cum flooding my mother's mouth. I knew I would come right then if I didn't stop her, and I almost didn't, but and my urge to have the feelings go on forever were stronger than the desire to let loose the torrent of passion that would have exploded into her mouth within seconds. So I stepped back, pulling my cock out of her mouth. 

I urged mom to stand and then kissed her while taking her pussy into my hand. I gently rubbed, with her sticky wetness lubricating my fingers, and the heel of my palm massaging her hood and clit. My cock stiffened to a pole as the slippery folds and opening I was feeling, sent the message that I was holding my mother's pussy. 

She responded with writhing and moaning and then pulled her mouth from mine and whimpered my name as she kissed my neck and then bit my shoulder. She said, "Oh God, I want you inside me Robbie, be inside me baby."

She kicked off her heels and got into position to receive me. With her hands on her knees she looked as if she was trying to open herself as wide as she could for me. I approached her with my cock in hand to direct it into her waiting opening, but she anxiously took the solid shaft from me and inserted it herself. She smiled and said, "Ahhh..." as I felt each inch entering her pussy. It was sweet as sex with a first love, and when she had taken the whole length of my shaft into her and I was up against her mound, she said, "OH! Ohhh...yes baby, yes baby, yes my sweet baby...so good love, you fill me all up...my Robbie, yes baby..."

I stroked slowly, long and deep, savoring each gliding entry that took me into my mother's womb. Having my mother was so much better than dreaming about it. I pushed myself harder into her belly and she reacted with a responsive hip movement that reached up to accept as much of me as she could take. I couldn't imagine being any place better than where I was; the soft, wet, warm, place where a son is not supposed to go. The best I could manage was, "Mom, I love being inside you, you're so good for me."

She said, "Oh honey, yes, yes, I'm glad, I want to be good for you, and I want to take care of you." She ground her hips as I continued moving inside her and she said, "And you're so good for me too baby, so good. I feel all of you inside me, I love this baby, I love you, don't stop love, don't stop."

I said, "No mom, never." It was the best fucking I'd ever had and I'm sure what added to it was that I was inside my mother's pussy. It felt unbelievable and at the same time it felt right and natural, as if it were meant to be. 

At that point the talking stopped except for mom's soft breathy, ‘Yes...yes...yes..." There were only the sounds of two people's pleasure as we moved on each other, climbing toward our inevitable release. With each sliding entry I felt myself getting closer to the moment when I would release into her.

The sight of my mother under me was amazing. Her legs were open and yielding to my entries into her pussy. To me it was the most loving thing a mother could do for her son. As the exciting thought that I was about to come inside my mother emerged, I heard her voice inside my head telling me to be ‘Careful' as she always did. I remembered that I wasn't wearing a condom and mom hadn't said anything about it. I said, "Mom, can I come inside you?"

She said, "Yes honey, yes it's okay, it's lovely, yes let me feel you come inside me, come baby come...come inside your momma..."

If I wasn't exactly at the point of release, that put me over. I said, "MOM, I'm coming, I'm coming..."

She moved on me quickly, doubling the pace of my increased short hard strokes and she said, "YEEESSSS..." as I let the first fusillade go and my cum poured into my mother's pussy. "OH God yes baby yes, yes, yes..." Mom was clawing at my back as each stroke released more of my sperm into her. She thrashed at me, wrapping and then unwrapping her legs around me until she was finished. She ran her legs over me and then gave a long, slow, exhale as she stretched, reaching her hands up. She said, "Ohhhh, that was unbelievable. Robbie, Robbie...this is all unbelievable."

I said, "It is mom, and it's great, we always have each other now."

She didn't say anything and I said, "What are you thinking mom?"

She said, "I was just wondering, now that you got what you wanted, how long before you get tired of an older woman...or of the novelty that you had your mother."

I said, "It's not going to happen mom, it's not a novelty, it's what I really want. I want you. Maybe in about ten years you'll believe me." 

Mom came up against me and put her head on my chest. Her tits were soft on my skin and her leg crossed over mine. She said, "Ten years, that would be nice. Right now I can't think more than ten minutes ahead."

I said, "Okay, try and concentrate on this for the next ten minutes." I extricated myself from under her and kneeled between her legs. I spread her knees and went directly to her clit with the flat of my tongue. The fragrance of our juices and her moisture was exciting to me. I licked her pussy and the skin of her hood. She moaned whenever I contacted her clit. 

I loved the taste of her and it was wonderful to feel her respond under me. Each time I contacted her slippery clit she seemed to experience the electricity of a shock. I teased her only for a few moments. Her clit was extremely sensitive and I had to gradually increase the pressure. As slow as I went, it still didn't take her the ten minutes to come. I concentrated on licking and massaging her tender nub with the tip of my tongue, and she came. 

Mom's orgasm was loud and hard. It was more a yell than a moan when she said, "AHHHHHhhhhh...I"M COMING...ROBEEEeeee...OH, OH, OH, OHhhhhh..." She whispered "Oh, oh," as I kept moving my tongue on her. I drew the swollen clit into my mouth and then again there was a yell, "OH GOD, OHHHHHhhhhhhh..." Her second orgasm hit. Her level of excitement was surprising to me and she couldn't stop moving as she arched and flexed and pushed her pussy harder into my mouth. She seemed exhausted when she relaxed enough to say, "Oh Robbie, you don't know what that does to me." 

I did know, I'd read the letter, but what I said was, "I want to make you feel good mom."

She said, "You do baby, you do." 

We spent the day in and out of bed. I was pleased that she initiated as many rounds as I did. Some were slow, gentle and loving, and some were hard, fast fucking. By the end of the day I definitely knew that besides getting oral sex from me, she also loved being on top. I guess it was the feeling of control it gave her, but I didn't mind. During one of the times she straddled me, she laughed and said, "Now I'm going to make you come so fast you won't know what hit you. You try not to, okay?" 

I said, "You're on," and we played her little game. 

The first thing she did was bring her tit to my face and with a big smile she said, "Here baby, suck on your mommy's nipple." That wasn't just by chance. It hadn't taken her long to know how much I liked her tits. I couldn't keep my hands or my mouth off them all day. So I was out of the starting gate already when she started to move on me. She ground her hips and then rode me at an ever increasing pace. When she straightened up I had to let her nipple out of my mouth. Even though I usually had good control, I knew I wasn't going to win this game. She tightened her hold with her pussy and got me at angle where each stroke brought me closer to orgasm. 

She smiled as she quickly rose and fell on my shaft and as I gave up trying to hold on, I took hold of her boobs and said, "MOMmmm..." 

She laughed and said, "Yes baby..." as I lifted her by pushing my cock hard and high into her as I quickly came in her pussy. 

I said, "I'm glad I lost that game mom," but she wasn't listening. She hadn't stopped rising and falling on me, using my shaft to impale herself. She kept riding me harder and faster and I realized that she also was approaching an orgasm. 

I massaged her tits, and pulled on her elongated nipples. I stayed hard inside her long enough to hear her say, "OH...OH...OHHHhhh...God...ohhhh..." as she came. After a minute she laughed and said, "I think we both won that one." She rested on my chest but kept me inside her and said, "We're going to make great love together aren't we baby?"

For the first time that night, I slept with my mother in her bed. We were both exhausted and I woke up once dying of thirst. I got something to drink and couldn't resist making love to her. She responded sleepily at first, but when we were done, she drank some water and said, "I'm happy Robbie, very happy." 

We slept again, but it was only about few hours later that I woke up hard and wanting sex with my mother again. I touched her pussy and after only a moment I heard her moan and felt the moisture developing between her legs. As she awakened I said, "I should let you sleep shouldn't I? Do I want you too much mom?" 

She turned to me and felt my hardness on her thigh. She took my cock into her hand and said, "No baby, never. I haven't been wanted this way in such a long time; I want you to want me all the time." She pulled on my shaft a few times and then squeezed it and said, "Ooh love...you're so hard for me...always wake me up for this." I entered her and she said, "Honey...honey...honey..." as I stroked in and out of her wet center. With each penetration she whispered, "Honey...Honey..." more intensely. 

Being inside my mom's pussy, I knew no matter how many times I would have sex with her, I would always want more. As I pressed in and filled the passageway that wrapped itself around me, I understood why lovers talked about being completed by each other. We were joined and connected in a way that felt as if every part of me was touching every part of her. We moved in and on each other, making mother and son into one. 

Mom said, "It's so good darling, oh yes, yes, do that baby." I pressed in harder until I completely filled her. She said, "I'm not supposed to want you inside me like this, but I do, and it's right for us isn't it baby, yes, it's right for us to love each other like this, with you inside my pussy, yes, inside me, inside me..." 

She grabbed me and moved her hips quickly and turned on top me. I stayed in her and she put her knees between mine and I ended up with my legs spread and her in between. She said, "Let me," as she moved my shaft in and out of her. I realized what she wanted and stayed relatively still as she did the stroking. It was a different sensation to have her between my legs and doing the stroking. I got the idea of what it might be like for her when she was under me. At any rate, it felt good. How could it not? The whole length of me was inside my mother's pussy and she was moving on me, urging me toward orgasm.

Mom said, "I want to feel you come inside me; I want to feel you give me your sperm like..." She caught her breath and I could hear the emotion in her voice and she said, "Like a husband gives to his wife."

I said, "Yes baby, I want to be like a husband to you and give you what you need, and make you happy, and make love to you all the time..." I got too excited to stay still and I rolled over her and stroked fast and deep into he pussy as I felt us both rising towards orgasm. 

Mom said, "Honey...honey...yes...I want to be a wife again, for you baby, just for you...I'll be a good wife...for my love..."

I said, "Yes mom I know you will." Her excitement made her words run together and she said, "I belong to you now don't I baby, no one ever again but you, for you for you for you..."

I pushed into her pussy until I didn't know where I ended and she began. I said, "Yes mom, you're mine and I'm yours, no one is ever going to touch you again, no one but me, no one but me inside you."

She said, "Yes baby, only you inside me, only you, only you...yes, you're my husband now." Her calling me her husband turned my thoughts toward something I knew we were a long way from talking about, but it turned me on anyway, the thought of my mother having my baby. I thought of the sperm I was about to release into her womb and how one day I might do it to make her pregnant. It amazed me, how much and how fast my life had changed in a matter of days. I was pushing my cock up into my mother's pussy, and it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that one day I might make my mother pregnant so she could have our baby. 

We were both moving so hard and fast that it wasn't long before we triggered each other. I'm not sure whose orgasm started first, but we were both telling each other that we were coming as I drove in to release as deep as could inside her. I felt the buildup reach its apex and the first cord shoot out of me. She held me fiercely and moaned, "Yes...yes..." while I filled my mother's womb with my sperm. She was teary when we finished and she held me in a tight embrace until I heard the gentle breathing of sleep, the sleep of my mother, serene, in my arms.

Sunday December 23rd Day 7

*** We made plans and we made love. Mom said, "It's amazing to me Robbie, after one weekend, the whole world is different." She was right, it was. I was still her son and she was still my mother, but we were so much more. When I'd had other lovers there were always questions, but here, there were answers. We had made love and we were in love and there was no doubt about it. It all felt right, which probably is almost incomprehensible considering we're talking about a mother and son. 




The Mom Experiment



By the end of that day we became even more intimate than I expected. I'd always thought that anything lovers did to bring each other pleasure was good, and I'd thought about having anal sex sometimes in my fantasies. I'd never had a long enough relationship to have it with any of my other partners. I certainly didn't expect it from my mother so soon, but after all the times we'd made love in the past two days, the thought of it turned me on, especially when I took her doggy style. 

So when I was inside her that way, I wet my finger with her juices and smeared it on her pucker. She didn't react any more than the moans she was making as I stroked into her pussy from behind. I inserted my finger and all she said was, "Mmmm..." as I continued my entries. 

I wasn't sure what to expect when I massaged and spread the globes of her ass and said, "Oh mom...I want this beautiful ass of yours."

She surprised me with a simple, "Yes baby." At that moment I knew then that we were going to be all things for each other, and that we would give each other whatever we needed. 

I pulled out from her pussy and placed the soaked head on her pucker. I pushed past her anal ring and after a high pitched, "Eeeohhh..." mom said, "Yes, okay...okay..." I penetrated deeper into the tight channel and began stroking. After a few entries, mom began to push back and join the rhythm. I raised myself a little higher and that gave me an angle to drive even deeper into her. I gave her the whole length of me and she responded with long sighs at each penetration. 

It was obviously a place I never really expected to be in, and it filled me with as much love as lust, because my mother wanted me there. I knew that she was giving me more than her body. I drove into the tight but yielding channel and mom said, "Yes, yes baby, yes, yes..." I knew that word would be a big part of our lives together. 

My mother's firm ample ass moved and gyrated as I tirelessly drove in and out of her. Crass as it is, I couldn't help but think that my mother had an ass made for fucking as I pushed into her and came up against the perfect fleshy globes. But I could also feel that the physical connection was only part of our intimacy as my mother continually professed her love while she encouraged me penetrate her harder and deeper. 

I knew that the words could make what we were doing sound so wrong, a mother and her son having anal sex, but it was so much more than fucking. With that lovemaking we were bound closer than I ever thought I could be with any woman. I wasn't sure I would ever love anyone, and there I was, with my mother, inside my mother, feeling more than love. And when mom said, "You're with me, aren't you baby." I knew we were sharing the same thoughts and feelings.

I said, "Yes, mom I'm with you, I'm in you, and we're together."

I could hear the sigh of relief and pleasure, at the connection of our bodies and hearts, when she said, "Oh yes darling, yes."

I reached for her wonderful tit as I continued stroking. She put her hand on mine as the friction massaged me toward inevitable release. I looked at her tender pink glistening hole as the head of my cock went in and out of it. I pressed in, driving to fill as much of her as I could. I thrust deep as her cries of "Yes..." became more intense with each insertion. I came up against her meaty globes and she said, "Darling, darling, darling..." as I ground against her.

And then the pressure of waiting to come in my mother's ass became too much to bear. And with one long final entry from a different angle, I came; like I never came before. Maybe it was the tight massaging grasp, maybe it was from being in the place I'd never been, but I think that it was because it was what my mother now meant to me. 

I cried out "MOM," as my body tensed for the explosive release. I called out again to her, "Mom, oh mom, oh mom..." as my sperm filled her and eased the friction allowing me to stroke freely into her tight passageway and release again and again. 

When she felt me coming, she said, "Yes baby, come in me, come in me," and rubbed her pussy a few times. She called to me and let out a long, "OHHH...BABEEE..." as she joined my orgasm. We thrashed and locked and separated again as the orgasmic frenzy sent our bodies against each other. My fluids drained into her until her ever softer, "Yes...yes...yes...yes..." faded into silence. After being lost for a few moments from the intensity of our releases, we rested in each others arms in quiet satisfaction. A calm peace enveloped us, and the gentle connection of my mother's lips on mine, made it unnecessary to even say, "I love you."



The Moment



There was a rapping knock at the apartment door, unheard over the screams of dying zombies. A few moments passed. Jeremy remained immersed in his game but because his ears were alert for pixelated enemies sneaking up behind him he knew he had heard something. Rapping again.

"Come in!" he shouted from the bunk bed but didn't bother to rise. He knew who it was. Laura, his girlfriend, only had a few friends who visited anymore and if it was her there wouldn't have been a knock. Sarah walked into the room and dropped her backpack on the floor. Hey's were exchanged but although he could feel her staring waiting for a proper greeting he didn't yet pause his game.

Sarah slumped in a heap beside him on the bunk bed with an exaggerated sigh. "We were supposed to study.", she offered in explanation.

Jeremy nodded. "She texted to say she missed a bus and decided to stay in the library a while to finish something. Said she'd be home in a couple of hours."

They both referred to Laura, Jeremy's girlfriend and Sarah's best friend. He paused and looked over at her more to finally acknowledge her presence formally than anything else. It was a familiar presence. They'd known each other for years now. Sarah was half black, half white, and a complete odd ball. It gave her skin a smooth mocha shade which was neither too dark nor too light to deny the light a playful accentuation of her curves. And she had plenty. Not too many, but just enough to be what Jeremy would have admiringly called "voluptuous". A stark contrast to Jeremy, his short black hair and skin that was the kind of pale only a shut in like himself could acquire. Her in summer shorts and a blue low dip top which Jeremy was quietly grateful for, him in his blue jeans and black t-shirt as always. Her full and voluptuous. Him more with the body of a runner.

Jeremy also thought her mix was what allowed her to have such a frivolity of character. A white girl couldn't pull off some of her jokes, and she loved to be silly. A black girl wouldn't be thought funny for making them. At least that was his take. She seemed like Alka-Seltzer to him. Always effervescent and bubbly. Whereas he was a sort of happy melancholy most times, easily switching between rolling along with the joke and changing the subject to something relevant in a heavier sense. They were both opposite and the same in many ways.

She noticed him staring thoughtfully and offered one of her big intentionally cheesy grins. He laughed and shook his head, offering the controller.

"You wanna play?"

She waved her hands and head in unison. "Oh no. I don't do that. That's you guy's thing with the zombie games."

He nodded and then felt like a bad host. "I could put in racing or something." He shrugged at her with his sideways grin.

She considered it very briefly but then defaulted also in favor of being polite. "Um no that's okay you play your game. I'm just going to get my notes and stuff out and read over the chapter, so.."

It was only a few minutes of Jeremy at his game and Sarah with her book in her lap before Jeremy began to let his mind run as always. Thinking how strange it was since he moved to the city. How people here were fine being in such close vicinity and yet acting like the other wasn't there. He was not yet comfortable with it, not because he didn't like silence. He did when alone sometimes. But because it made him think of all those people bustling about on the sidewalks close enough to bump shoulders and yet each in their own island worlds. Nearly face to face and yet still each managing to be behind metal and glass with their cellphones and coffees and Kindles. Another contrast. Jeremy had lived most his life in southern states and although he wasn't much for crowds in close proximity he was a social creature. Not in that how is the weather city superficial way, but in that how is your mom country way that seemed to make people here who didn't seem to be used to genuine inquiries over small talk uncomfortable.

Maybe it was his quietly intense stare. The way his eyes didn't need to avoid and dart around to different objects and subjects. It showed in the culture to him how people here were less comfortable with being really seen and he suspected it just as much of Sarah. That under the bubbly there would be more. Reasons to need to stay so happy all the time that were not themselves so happy. He wanted to know her. Ask her. But a question like that would either not be or could not be answered so directly by someone who wasn't ready for it. He knew that much. He knew she was capable of real conversation. They'd had plenty of less personal debates before about religion, politics, modern events. Most of the time though it naturally tended towards their common denominator, Laura, as it did that day.

"So yeah. Laura told me you picked out that new bra I liked.", he offered. As soon as he said it he wondered if his trying so hard to sound casual ever just made him sound more forced, but that was just more proof that he tended to over think things. 

Sarah looked up from her book with a mischievous grin that pushed her glasses back up her nose. "You two enjoyed that one huh?"

"Mmhm." He grinned back.

"I should go shopping with her more often.", she said waving her pen with the syllables.

He turned towards her leaning against a pillow. "You should. You have good taste in bras.", he said with an over expressed wink. She shook her head and looked back to her notes. 

This sort of jokative flirting was common between them. Although not when Laura was around of course. When her eyes were away he looked her over. Her crossed legs in those shorts. He always noticed her full thighs. The bit of cleavage in the round dip of that shirt, not too much but easily a nice C cup he figured, not fully checking her out in any lustful way but not looking away from that which his eyes naturally admired either. He sometimes liked to let his eyes linger on her when they could both pretend not to know he was looking. Jeremy did it because he suspected she secretly found it a little flattering. And of course she secretly did.

A moment later she looked back up at him remembering. He didn't bring his eyes to meet hers immediately. "Yeah I got this one at the same time. Look." She stuck her thumb into her shirt and moved the strap up just enough to show the color. "I love that shade of turquoise."

He bit his lip a little bit looking just as much at the dip in her shirt that led so smoothly up to her neck and shoulder as the actual strap. "I know." Though she had never expressly said he felt pretty confident he knew her favorite colors, her favorite music, her general fashion sense. He was not just observant. He was attentive. Maybe too much so.

He let his eyes wander up to her face. To her full lips before meeting her eyes. Brown and very deep. He was sure they held so much he didn't know yet. Her eyes locked onto his a moment. Blue and vibrant. It was only for a moment, but for just a moment both of them knew that today was different somehow.

"Whatever happened with that guy in your class?" Jeremy acted as if he had to struggle to remember the name scrunching his forehead. "Nick or something."

"Yeah." She nodded slowly as she spoke. A sign of disappointment. Jeremy was looking at her neck. Were his eyes making her skin warmer somehow, she thought. "You were right. He turned out to be a jerk after all."

Jeremy pointed in the air triumphantly and laughed. "Called it!" When she gave him a look he immediately ceased the smile for her.

"No. Dude. It's like I'm a jerk magnet." Dude now. Her language got stupider the less she felt like facing something serious he noticed. He felt no need to point that out and strip her of her defense mechanism but in a round about way she knew he didn't like it. "Sorry I didn't mean to call you dude, just.." She put her palms up.

"No. It's just that guys will treat you however you let them know they can get away with. Stop dating guys for their looks instead of their character and you'll stop having to find out after the fact that you don't like their character." He put his own hands up. "But no speeches. You know this. No speech today."

She clicked a sound of indifference. "Yup yup."

He chuckled a little bit and looked at her flatly. "Alright. Come on. Hug it out, bitch.", he said putting his arms out towards her.

She leaned in squeezing him patting his back and whispering, "Good hug. Firm." It was a running joke between the three of them.

Jeremy wrapped his arms around her properly and squeezed them together. He felt her shoulders relax and she did the same. He buried his face in her neck so that his lips were pressed against it, careful not to purse or move them but intentionally taking in the smell of her perfume, her hair, her skin. He exhaled as he pulled away and she did her best not to show how the warm breath on her neck had made her shiver. It had been a long time since she had been this close to anyone she had also felt close to.

"I'm never going to have what you and Laura have. It's just not what guys want from me." She said it in her same flippant tone, but he heard more sincere sadness in it than he was used to hearing.

He petted her hair in a half joking dog like way so that he would have an excuse to slowly turn this into to just plain stroking her hair a moment. "That's not true. You're very lovable. You just have to start wanting more for yourself." He felt his heart begin to pound in his chest now in a sweet sort of stinging way. He knew he was doing something brazen and abnormal now. He knew he did it on purpose when he saw her eyes close a little longer and her head lean into his touch the smallest bit and he wasn't sorry.

She put her hand on top of his to shake it in the frustration of making her point. "But you two are so in love. Like sickening in love. Always so romantic and sweet on each other. I want that."

"What. You can't have that? Why not?" He looked her over and shook his head and then lifted her hand to his lips closing his eyes before setting it back down. "See? That's not hard. Anybody could do that at any time."

She pulled her hand away and looked him over trying not to seem shocked. She wasn't sure. Was she? No, she decided. Probably it was fine. She was not a virgin, but somehow this small act made her feel more like blushing than anything sexual she could remember doing. She knew it was an act of sincere adoration from a friend. She saw that adoration showing openly in his expression now.

"Who couldn't love that face huh?", he said in a teasing tone putting his hands over her cheeks.

She felt her face flush as he did and put her hands over his. Who can say what it is that stirs these things on. No single thing. In the spur of the moment it felt appropriate to him to lean in and give her what he told himself could be a merely friendly kiss. As soon as their lips met it was clear it was not going to be as brief a kiss as he thought. He could feel her kissing back. Maybe as reflex at first. It was so very soft and slow. She felt as if she were tingling and she knew she had never had another kiss like it. As he pulled away she felt herself following his lips until they weren't touching and their eyes opened to look at each other.

Everything felt close and warm. The world had been curved in at it's borders. There was nowhere else and no one else outside the room. All the rushing of Jeremy's mind was quiet and still and at peace. All her fear and insecurity somehow felt exposed and known and yet she didn't feel as terrified as she imagined she would have. Maybe it was ten seconds before they spoke. Maybe it was ten minutes, but when they did the change in mood was reflected in their hushed tones, as if they had crept upon a deer in the woods or some fragile rare thing that they might break with too much movement.

"Wow.", she said simply. They both laughed a laugh of quiet nervous release. "Hwooo!", she exclaimed. More laughter, which hushed itself after a while as if to see if the moment still existed. When they discovered somehow their hands had come to be touching they decided it was still the moment.

"Can I get another one of those?" She was smiling but he could see that she meant it. The room was a place of four dilated pupils and the moment could not be denied, second guessed, questioned ... or it might never come again. And neither wanted to be the one to cause it to go.

He brushed the back of his hand over her cheek softly and the tender kiss resumed as if it had never broken. When he felt her mouth begin to open a little, her body begin to lean in, he pulled away. When she began to pull back he would follow her back in, his hand on the back of her head now. On her neck. In her hair. Neither of them could be absolutely sure of where they were. The room was a swirling unsolid place. Yet he managed to make sure it was just a kiss. A long and passionate deeply stirring kiss, but she learned to follow his ques and it stayed just that. When they pulled away again they were holding each others hands. Maybe so they wouldn't wander any further.

She breathed a wordless expression that might have translated simply Yes. Good. Please. Jeremy grinned not just as a friend or in happiness but in enjoyment of knowing he had directed that little event. He knew she'd never had someone trace the prompts of her desire in that way before. Let alone focus it and reign it in. It was stronger now than before the kiss. Not relieved. Not simply more turned on. More realized.

"I don't think..", she started to say, but just then he leaned in biting into her neck softly. Licking up it slowly and warmly. Kissing wetly with a small unintentional growl up to just below her ear, savoring with a controlled hunger she could very sharply feel. "I.. ohhh.. kay." Whatever she had been about to say she had no idea what it was.

Until she heard herself say "Laura."

"Hours.", he whispered back simply, his hands on her sides now. Squeezing at her hips. Pulling her closer. Pulling her underneath him as he leaned forward over her pressing his weight warmly down against her, their chests pressed together.

All at once she pushed hard on his shoulders, startling them both. "No. Okay stop. We can't." They stared at each other but the moment would not be so easily shaken off.

He grinned looking down at her licking his lips for the taste of her. His eyes were like she had never seen them before. The Jack Skellington poster on the wall was like she had never seen it, and she had. A thousand times before. Everything was foreign somehow. Some other version of the same room.

He whispered gently. "You say no. But you won't stop me." A command? A statement of fact? He kissed her lips again, deeply now moaning into the kiss. His hand was on her shoulder clenching. Pulling at her shirt. She shuddered with pleasure as she felt his body grind up against hers, felt herself kissing back. Felt her hands on his hips pulling him down harder. He took her hands off by the wrists pinning them to each side above her head. Her hips bucked up involuntarily.

She gasped the words "Mmmfuck me Jeremy. Do it." 

"No.", she heard him say simply. No? Her eyes opened and she saw him gazing down at her with an expression she didn't recognize. He was still in the same sweet daze as she was but there was clarity there too. Did he just say no after all this?

"No.", he said again. "Anyone can fuck you. I want to be the one to show you what it's like to make love."

She laid still as he began to lift her shirt off over her head, lifting herself with it to accommodate. She looked up at him with a sense of awe. That. That was how he was looking at her. He wasn't going to stop. And he wasn't going to let her make it a cheap thrill. He wasn't going to let her run any which way.

He wrapped his arms around her, pressing himself close again. Her arms went around him, caressing his back. He may not have been buff but she could tell he was toned. His arms too. She could feel him unclasping her bra. Pulling it up off over her arms. She extended them. His fingers went over her shoulders and arms as he pulled them off before he dropped the bra to the floor. He ran his hand down between her breasts, over her chest above them, just touching and gazing at her for a moment. She sighed a heavy shaky sigh and began to let herself just take it in. He made a small noise that was one of pleased approval.

He leaned back down over her cupping her breast towards his mouth as he kissed softly over her nipple. She gasped out a moan feeling herself writhe beneath him as the kiss turned deeper. Into a warm sucking lick, his tongue rolling over her nipple. He squeezed the other breast. Harder. Needfully now. Fingers feeling over her nipple before moving up. His thumb brushed over her lips. Immediately she understood, opening her mouth to suck on his thumb. "OooohSarahh", he moaned. She moaned in response to all the sensation, her pleasure and his seemed to mix in the air. She had never heard her name moaned like that before.

He licked slowly up between her breasts before sitting up to watch her suck at his thumb, his hands wandering over her full thighs now. She watched as squeezing them caused his eyes to nearly roll closed. So many times he had imagined squeezing them as he was now. And now he could feel them. So warm and soft and full. His hands rubbed up and down as he squeezed. He began to suck in his breaths, breathing faster. Exhaling the sound "Ohhh" with every stroke.

He dug his fingers underneath her shorts and panties pulling down. Her hips lifted instinctively helping him along. He pressed his hand against her hot wetness rubbing. Sarah's mouth at first opened in a silent gasping oh. And then catching her breath the moans came, as he rubbed his middle finger up and down just inside her. Up over her clit now in soft rolling circles. Up and down. Circles. Up and down. He seemed to know just when and where. His hands over her tummy and breasts again.

DWREEAAAGGHH!!! Both of them jumped startled and then looked over at the screen and laughed infectiously. In her writhing she had managed to unpause his game by coming down on the controller. He paused it and tossed the remote, his head falling on her chest as she clutched at his back with laughter.

"Oh my god.", Jeremy said still catching his breath.

"I'm sorry. Sorry.", she laughed.

"It's okay." 

They smiled. Eyes meeting again. Then it finally occurred to her that one of them was still much more dressed. It seem to hit him at the same time. He pulled off his shirt quickly throwing it behind him as she reached for his button, unzipping him. He kicked off his jeans and boxers. Here they were now. Naked together. It seemed all at once so unlikely and unreal and so completely natural and inevitable. He wondered if it would be awkward right now to tell her he loved her. She knew that, right?

He took her hand in his, squeezing it around his cock, wrapping her fingers tightly around, his hand squeezed over hers. He bucked his hips slowly forward, pushing through her hand as he made her stroke it down. "MmmmyyesssSsarah.." She began stroking on her own but whenever it was too fast or too hard his own hand guided back the rhythm. Once he was fully hard he pulled her hand off grabbing her wrist and motioning for her to get up with him.

"What?", she said. But he gave no reply and just motioned for her to stand. Once she did he sat down on the edge of the bed pushing her down to her knees. Before she fully realized the implication she found herself on her knees in front of him. "I can't.", she said quickly.

He grinned that grin at her that was now so familiar and so different. Any time when things were not this way was too long ago to remember. It seemed there was only now. "You will."




The Moment



Part 1

Triston and Alexa caught the last bus to their destinations. Alexa was going home to Trilly to her mate. Triston was going home to what he hopes to his mate as well. They both were looking for Jen, Triston's love. She has disappeared into the night without even a note left to let Triston know what was going on. The first person he contacted after the third day of a no show from Jen was Alexa. He did not expect her to agree to help him and he certainly would have thought she was the last person he would contact but he thought of no one else. 

***

"So she just left?" Alexa asked Triston when he told her what was going on. 

"Yes. I did not know who else to turn to. If I caught you at a bad time...." 

"No not at all. Actually it was a perfect time. Peret just left town. He won't be back for two weeks. I already miss him. No baby yet though."

"Oh sorry to hear that." Triston said sounding hurt. They both already expressed how they wish they said something earlier about their feelings for each other. Alexa wanted him after their first sexual encounter but she was having issues with Samy, her French boyfriend, at the time and she had others she wanted to be with as well. Triston she never forgotten. He made her laugh and they like to talk. She liked that about him. Peret was someone she was with from time to time to everyday to when times were bad all he did was talk to her and held her in his arms. He told her one day that all he wanted was her and no one else. To her surprise, she wanted no one else as well. All she thought about was Peret. Since the time he comforted her in his arms and all he did was kiss her. Yes she had others but she always came back to him. Yes, she was falling in love with him. Even after he told her he was not going to fall in love with her she almost told him she loved him. Now a friend was in need of her help. She was going to give it to that friend.

Part 2

So it was for a week they travelled here and there and found nothing. Again not even a mere note. They were the last ones on the bus for it was late into the night and it was the only bus going to each of their destination. 

"So what are you going to do now?" Alexa asked as she lay back and put her feet up on her seat. Triston sat across from her in the other seat.

"I don't know. Wait? Or move on?"

"Wait. I'm sure something must have come up. I'm sure there has to be a perfect explanation for all of this. No one just ups and leaves."

Triston got up and crossed the bus aisle to Alexa's seat. Alexa sat up and turned to face the seat in front of her. She was wearing a short skirt, a tight shirt that made her bosoms stick out for everyone to see and some flat sandals. 

"Did I mention you look very nice today?"

"No."

"Well you do."

"Thanks." Alexa said trying not to look into Triston's eyes. She controls herself for a week. They slept in the same rooms but she took the bed while he took the floor. She even masturbated one night while he slept thinking of their one sexual encounter. He put his hand on her thigh. He smiled at her. She smiled back. He started rubbing her thigh. She pushed his hand away.

Part 3

"I take it you don't feel the same."

"You're just teasing me. Plus you have someone and I do too. You said you love her and I respect that."

"Well I want you. We are here. My woman is nowhere to be found. Yours, your mate, is away on a business trip. I know you want me. I can feel it, see it, and want it. Please now."

"Now? What? This bus? No. Plus that would be cheating. You might regret it. I do not want that on my conscious."

"You cannot deny that you have me on your conscious right now."

"Yes. You're right I can't deny it. But still....."

He kissed her. A deep passionate kiss. Her tongue was soft and hot just like he remembered. 

"But still what, Alexa?" Triston whispered to her. 

"Our loves...this is wrong."

"Yeah but we are here. We want each other. Just think of it as practice for our mates."

"Are you sure? I mean regrets?" She pushed him away. 

"No. Not like this." She said.

"Come on. Please I want to make love to you." 

She grabbed him and kissed him passionately. He held her tight. When they finally parted Triston could tell she was crying. 

"Why do you cry? If you don't want this I understand."

Alexa wiped her face. She then took her shirt off and her bra as well. Her plump tits were still as he remembered. Her nipples already hard.

I had to take this off before both of us changed our minds."

He came to her and cupped her face into his hands and kissed her. Then he went down to her neck and slowly to her right breast.

Part 4

He suckled on it like a baby hungry. Then to the other one. She moaned. They sat back down and she took off his shirt and kissed his chest. She slowly went down to his belly and kissed it. She slowly went further down and unbuttons his pants. He was already hard. She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back. She started sucking and stroking. Sucking and stroking. Triston held onto the seat in front of him. He bit his lip as she kept sucking and stroking him. He opened his eyes to see the bus driver was trying hard to pay attention to the road all the while looking at the mirror to see what's going on in the back. Triston caught him and smiled. The driver smiled back and nodded.

"Ahh damn I love it when you do that." Triston said as he felt Alexa start sucking his balls. She kept stroking his hard cock. Then she finally did it. She went to that place between his ass and his balls. This time she did something different. She nibbled on it slightly.

"Fuck!" Triston yelled out. Alexa felt his cock jerk and quickly deep throat his cock. She swallowed the precum that came out. She came back up.

Part 5

"God your good." Triston said to her laying her down on the seat. He wanted all of her with nothing in his way. He took off his pants and lay on top of her. With her short skirt and no panties on having her will be no problem.

"Do you want me, Alexa?" Triston asked as he put his middle finger in her pussy.

"MMMM, you're wet. I think that is a yes." Triston said as he saw her crying again. 

"What's wrong? I'll stop."

"No please don't stop. I do want you, Triston. Please don't stop." 

"Ok. Just please stop crying. It hurts me."

"No I am crying with pleasure. I will stop."

So she did realizing now all three of his fingers were inside of her and he was nibbling her neck. She groaned with pleasure. 

"I think you are ready for me Alexa?" Triston asked. Alexa said nothing.

"Alexa, do you want me?"

"Please take me. I can't take it much more."

He slowly slid his cock into her hot wet pussy.

"OHHHH!!" Triston yelled out as he slowly went in and out of her. Alexa groaned with pleasure. Triston started going faster in and out of her. His mind dizzies not wanting to stop. He missed her and hated himself for not saying something sooner. 

Alexa mind was full of thoughts. Thoughts of the moment. Thoughts of the "what ifs." Nonetheless, she was enjoying herself. Finally having Triston in her arms again.

"You drive me wild, Alexa. I have to take you from behind." 

He stood up and then stood her up. He put her in the bus aisle and bent her down slightly. She held on to the chairs on front of her. He couldn't help it but he slapped her ass. She groaned as he put his still hard cock into her still hot pussy. He thrust into her harder and faster.

Part 6

"OHHH!!!" she yelled out. She started thrusting herself back at him. He slapped her ass every time she did that.

"Fuck Alexa. Why the hell do you do this to me?"

He licked his thumb and slowly put it in her tight ass hole. She moaned loudly. He took it in and out. He wanted her in this way too. He took his oh so wet cock out and wet her tight hole. He put his dickhead in slowly. He grabbed her breasts because once he is all the way in he want to give it her hard. He slowly put his dick in until her ass seems to have swallowed it up.

"Oh fuck. Damn it, Alexa. Damn it. Why?"

He thrust into her at first slowly then faster. She was calling his name out. Her one hand was feeling on her hard clit while the other hand was holding onto the seat. Triston suddenly came out of her. 

"Shit. Why? Why are doing this to me?" Triston yelled.

"You want to stop?" Alexa asked knowing she didn't want to.

"No." Triston said as he sat down on the chair he was in originally. He patted his lap and she knew what that meant. She went on top of him and straddled him sliding his now very hard cock in her still wet pussy. She rode him, went up and down on him. They did not realize the bus stopped until they heard the bus driver tell them, "Just getting a quick bite to eat. Be back. Enjoy!"

Conclusion

"God Alexa I'm going to cum." Triston said as his body stiffened. 

"No I am cumming!!!" Alexa yelled throwing her head back and yelling out his name. Triston felt all of her juices on his cock trickling down to his balls. 

"Shit! Damn it" he groaned as he came after she did. He held her tightly. He was out of breath and dizzy. She looked at him and kissed him passionately. Her tongue making love to his.

"Thank you." she told him.

"Your welcome."

They heard paper rustling. They realize the bus driver was watching them and eating at the same time. They both looked at him and smiled. They looked at each other. Inside they knew that what they did was wrong but they both felt so right. They were right for each other but they both belonged to someone else. Alexa got up and gathered her clothes from the other seat. Just then Triston's cell phone rang. She got it for him and gave him the phone along with his pants.

"Hello? Hey where have you been? I've been looking for you. Oh ok. I understand. We all need space sometimes. You could have left a note." Triston looked back at Alexa who was in the back of the bus about to go to the bathroom to wash up. He winked at her and she smiled. She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Yes it was wrong. Why is everything so wrong feel so right? She washed up and started dressing up. Her cell phone startled her. She answered it.

"Hey baby." it was Peret.

"Hey honey. How are you?"

"Fine. So what have you been up to?"

"Helping a friend out."

"You are so lovely. I love you soooo much." he said.

"I love you too. So when are you coming home?"

"Let's just say that I'm making you breakfast in bed."

"Oh baby I would love that. I cannot wait."

The End 



The Moment



Note: This story was originally written as a personal message to my EP friend Ravensplight. I have decided to share it with you all. Enjoy! 

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My fingers trace your swollen, dripping lips, avoiding your clit... "Don't tease me," you moan. But I continue, slowly bringing my mouth closer and closer. I can smell your arousal. My tongue traces your lips the way my fingers had, then dips deep into its folds to taste your nectar. You moan, grab my hair, and pull my face to your pussy... my tongue to your clit... 

As my tongue comes in contact with your clit, your body shakes. But after only a couple flicks, I begin working my way up and down your slit, delving deep inside, then circling your clit, then back down again. At random times, I go right up over your clit, and am rewarded by a squeal or a moan. I cannot believe how juicy you are. I use a finger to collect your juices, plunging deeply into you, and then dancing around your lips again. This elicits another moan. I can feel your juices running down the crack of your behind. As my fingers follow your juices lower, I feel you tense. 

"Not there," you moan.

I can take a hint, and redouble my efforts, sliding two fingers now into your tight pussy as I pay more attention to your clit. You relax, and your legs begin to squeeze my head. Your pelvis begins to arch, as I now concentrate on your clit -- My fingers pounding hard inside you. I hear what sounds almost like a growl begin to form deep inside you, growing louder. I feel your back arch, and my head is being squeezed so hard I think it will explode, but I do not stop licking and fingering. Then the growl turns into a cry of ecstasy. Long and loud, your voice bears witness to the pleasure coursing through your entire body. Your toes are curled and your hands form fists as wave after wave of pleasure wash over you. I do not even slow, and as you begin to regain small bits of control, the stimulation is overwhelming. But as you begin to push me away, you are overcome once again with a second orgasm almost as powerful as the first. All sound stops as you find that you can no longer catch your breath. Your body trembles and shakes. 

Your legs release my head, and after one more, long lick, I lift my head and gaze into your beautiful face. It looks like you are lost in some other world; your breathing is ragged, and your eyes are glazed. I watch you slowly come back to reality... Watch your smile as your eyes regain their focus and catch mine. Then an almost panicked expression washes over you as I slowly extract my fingers. The feeling so soon after two intense orgasms is almost too much to bear. But once they are out, I am at your side and we kiss... sharing the taste of your pussy which is all over my face.

We embrace and enjoy the kiss until you pull away. With a devilish gleam in your eye and determination in your voice, you say "My turn now!"

Pushing me onto my back, your hands on my chest curl into claws and you rake your nails along my sides. Your long hair tickles my body as your lips kiss their way down my chest, my stomach. The contrast between the feeling of your nails, lips, and hair drives me wild. You then kiss your way in a circle around my throbbing cock, teasing it with your hair. I can barely stand it and gram handfuls of the sheets as my back arches involuntarily. You look up at me and grin, then your tongue dances down to catch the drop of precum which has formed at my tip. Your eyes are fixed on mine as your lips form an "O" and descend around my now purple head. 

The pleasure is exquisite as you work your way down... down... until I am lodged deeply in your throat. Then, your nails find my balls as you work your way back up again, twisting your head back and forth as you do. 

"ARGH!!" I groan, as you giggle. Sitting upright, your breasts are mesmerizing. You lean down a bit now, and tease me with them, dangling first one swollen nipple, then the other just out of reach of my tongue. But this was to distract me as you have now straddled my body and are lowering your hot, dripping pussy towards my pulsing tool.

I can feel your heat radiating as you stop, poised mere millimeters above me, grinning evilly. Then you plunge down hard, taking all of me inside you in one motion. We both groan in unison as we are joined together by our most sensitive parts. My hands find your hips as you begin to rock, ever so gently. You can feel my heart rate quicken by the pulsing within you. You rock, still slowly, allowing more of me to escape before being taken back in. The fullness you have longed for all day is now a reality. Our mingled juices make our slippery conjunction that much more pleasurable. My hands have found your breasts, caressing and kneading them. Rolling first one nipple,, then the other, between thumb and forefinger elicits a shriek of delight from your sensuous lips.

Now you are riding with more urgency. No longer rocking, but bouncing up and down hard. The slap of our bodies together is incredible erotic. I thrust up to meet your movements, but you need more. 

"Fuck me!" you shout, and I am happy to oblige. I draw you to me, our mouths together, and tongues dancing for a moment as I roll you onto your back. Now, as I look down into your lust filled eyes, I work to meet your need. I begin to pound you in earnest. Your ankles lock behind me as you try to draw me even deeper. My hands on the bed support my upper body as I watch your face contort in pleasure. I shift my angle a bit and am rewarded as you squeak in delight. Now your eyes are closed, and it is your turn to grab the sheets as you hold on tight. The relentless pounding inside you is carrying you to the edge. The noises you are making merge into an almost continuous scream, encouraging me to continue. 

A flood of additional juices enhance our union as sensations explode throughout your body. I can feel you spasm around my cock, as it continues to thrust deeply into you. Your whole body begins to shake, and the animalistic sound you release is pure elation. You ride the wave of orgasmic delight, spurred on my ceaseless stimulation within you. Your entire being is defined by pleasure. 

And as the shaking begins to ebb, I slow my thrusting only long enough to hook my arms under your legs and draw them up to my shoulders. Immediately, the assault on your overstimulated cunt is resumed, this time even more deeply. Your waning orgasm is overwhelmed by an even more powerful one, starting deep in your soul and enveloping everything in its path. Your vision blurs, and then begins to fade as the power of pleasure overcomes you.

For an undetermined time, you are carried, floating in bliss. You don't want it to stop. So good... But the intensity begins to fade. You regain some sense of the world around you. The cool dampness of the sheets beneath you... The closeness of someone beside you... The feeling of fingers brushing your hair from your face...

You open your eyes and turn to see me, once again beside you. 

"Mmmm..." is all that you can say. 

"Mmmmm..." I echo.

We embrace and hold each other for several minutes until you notice something persistent pressing between us. Your eyes are wide as realization dawns on you. 

"You haven't cum yet!" you stammer in excited awe...



The Moment



Did I have enough nerve?

After all, we were in my bedroom - just the two of us. We had reached a line. Do I cross it? It had taken a long time to get here as I stood at the foot of my bed with Brian holding a tube of lubrication in his hand he just found in my bedside table. He acted shocked. The question was he really shocked?

You see, Brian was my best friend. We had known each other since High School. Initially, we attended separate colleges. But recently he had transferred to my college and was looking for a place to stay.

I had an off campus apartment and my roommate had just graduated. So inviting Brian to come over and consider being my roommate next semester made sense.

He wanted to try out for the Track and Field Team. I was on the Swim Team.

I know you're thinking the swim guys are all gay. Well, we aren't. But we are comfortable with our bodies as we are in slim suits all the time.

Brian wasn't gay either. But once after high school we jacked off together while watching a porno flick celebrating that we both were no longer young teenagers and were about to go off to college. 

It started innocently enough. I saw Brian rubbing his dick through his pants half way through the sex scenes.

"Man, I've got to relieve myself. Do you mind?" He finally said.

It was the first time I had actually seen his dick. He pulled down his pants and knelt down on the floor in front of the TV. I was oblivious to the naked bodies writhing on the screen as he grabbed his hard shaft with his hand and started massaging the length of it.

It felt awkward for a second with me rubbing my own erection through my clothes as he slowly jerked off with his pants down. So I knelt down next to him and started doing the same. 

He was getting into the movie. Slowly he'd massage his dick. I would glance over to watch while stroking my own erection.

Before long Brian lifted up his shirt with his other hand to give him more room. Suddenly, my heart leapt as his washboard abdomen came into view with the flickering light of the TV casting shadows of him masturbating. I hadn't been attracted to the male body to that point in my life. But every time that image appeared in my mind - I became aroused.

I remember like it was yesterday. Brian looked over and saw me staring at him masturbating. He then looked at me masturbating. His eyes drifted to my dick then back to my eyes. Slowly.

"You have a nice dick, Chris." He said.

"You do too." I said.

I guess the images and my young hormones were too much. Suddenly, I started cumming. Streams of white fluid spurted from my dick. I heard Brian grunt and his cum soon crossed over the beads I had deposited on the floor.

We never said anything more about the incident after that day. But I thought of it often. Especially, now.

Brian and I were real comfortable with each other as best friends usually are. So when he stopped in to look over the apartment it was like old times. We visited each other's schools and saw each other fairly often. So he felt immediately at home.

As I was freshening up in preparation for going out - Brian leaned back on my bed to wait. When I came out of the bathroom I noticed he was opening my bedside drawer. I didn't think anything about it, as he was just bored. Until he came out with the lube he found there.

"Hey, dude. Got a kinky girlfriend or is this your girlfriend?" He said.

"What do you think it's for?" I said,

"Hey, man. If I'm going to be your roommate I just need to know."

"What, you afraid it's for you?"

"You wish."

We joked quite a bit so the exchange was nothing out of the ordinary. But as he leaned back on the bed smiling at the lube, I saw it. His toned abdominal muscles were peaking from underneath his shirt as he leaned back.

His legs were stretched out and crossed at the ankles. I could see a slight bulge in his pants and suddenly begin to wonder if his dick was still as gorgeous as it had been years earlier. 

"Yea. Maybe I do." I said. It just came out.

"Do what?" 

"Wish it was for you."

"It was a joke." He said.

"You started it." I said.

"Okay. I'll put it back. I was just kidding."

"No. Leave it out."

"What? You need to jack off now?"

"Whatever you had in mind. I know how you like jacking off."

"You'd like to watch me jack off? You ain't turned gay on me at this college have you?"

"No. But that's not how you felt after High School." I said.

"Oh. When we jerked off that night? As I remember you blew your wad a little quick."

"Well. I've grown a bit. And you enjoyed it."

"You are the one that enjoyed it. You liked looking at my dick."

"You took your clothes off first as I recall."

"I'm just not shy." He said.

"Gay. Shy. Whatever you want to call it. You sure were happy to show off your dick."

"Just 'cause I jacked off with you, it don't make me gay."

"You forget what you said?"

"What?"

"You liked my dick, too."

"You would have been too scared to jack off back then. Good thing I was your friend to show you how it's done. That's all."

"You liked it. And you liked being naked in front of me."

"Like you've got guts enough..."

"Guts, enough to what?" I said interrupting him.

There was a bit of tension in the air. It had started out as friendly banter seeing who would back down first. But we just stared at each other for a moment.

"You've not got guts enough to be open like that. You know, jack off with a buddy. Whatever. That's all." He said.

"Or guts enough to admit you're curious about having sex with a man." I said.

There was silence again. He was right. He was always the open one for the most part. He'd talk about his sexual conquests with women. But he was pretty free about pulling his dick out to take a leak when we were together and he certainly was free about it that night after high school.

But I always sensed his focus on sex with girls and his comments even tonight joking about me not turning gay was all pretenses. It was a cover for some deeper thoughts.

"Well, you would never take your clothes off just like that. I know you." He said.

"You want me to?" I said.

"We're not in high school."

"Yea. Like you said, you would be the one to drop your pants if it were back then. But we're grown now."

"Go ahead." Brian crossed his arms and leaned back. He seemed satisfied I would now back down. We had now reached what I called a line. Do I cross it? And if I do, then what happens?

His muscular abdomen peaked out again as he leaned back. I actually think the bulge in his pants had grown a bit with our exchange. I looked at the lube he had placed on the nightstand then back at his abdomen - then his bulge. I looked down and had a bulge of my own. What to do?

I grabbed my shirt and in one motion pulled it over my head. I kicked off my shoes and socks then started unbuckling my belt.

As I unsnapped my pants and began unzipping them, I watched Brian's eyes. His pupils seemed to enlarge and he gazed steadily at my groin as I unzipped.

Slowly I let my pants fall to the floor. I was now wearing only white underwear. Jockey type. My abdomen was washboard tight from many laps in the pool.

"Those are tight." Brian said.

I looked down. The outline of my erection showed clearly through the fabric. 

"You like it?" I said.

The atmosphere in the room had changed. Brian's voice had a more serious tone about it. The joking prankster in him who didn't want to back down was gone. 

"You've grown." He said.

"Look Brian. It's hard for me to joke around standing nearly naked in front of you. So I have to confess and if it messes up our friendship, I'm sorry. I'm not gay. Or at least, I don't think I am. But ever since you masturbated in front of me, I have fantasized about you. If you want me to put my clothes back on and if it messes with our..."

"That's okay." He said. 

"It's okay?"

"Yea, listen. If we're being honest tonight, I'll confess too, all right? Honestly, I would have had sex with you that night back then."

"You would?" I said.

"Yea. In fact, I was going to suck your dick but you shot your load by the time the thought entered my mind." He said.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Didn't want you to think I was gay or something."

"What difference does that make?"

"Well, maybe it was rejection. Can you imagine me saying something and you not feeling the same way?"

"But you took your clothes off first."

"Yea. I figured during a porno movie was the best time. Other times I just joke around. You know, trying to feel you out."

"So you like what you see?"

Brian didn't say anything for a moment. His eyes moved from my face to my erection and back. 

"Can I see more?" He said.

I put my thumbs inside the elastic of my underwear. They slid off easily. My erection bobbed in front of me.

Silently, Brian stood beside the bed. His shirt came off first. The rest followed quickly until we were both naked.

It is a moment I wish could be packaged in a bottle. It was electric. Magical even.

I know that sounds corny. But imagine two friends of the same sex standing naked in a bedroom for the first time. There had always been chemistry between us. We joked around a lot, but tonight's joking had led to us being at this point- a point revealing hidden feelings and curiosities. 

My heart raced. I walked over to my friend. He had an erection.

I reached out to touch it. It was warm and smooth. It was odd feeling another man's dick.

He touched mine. Then smiled.

"You know how long it's been since I wanted to do that." He said.

"You sure have an odd way of showing it all these years." I said.

Brian then sank to his knees. Slowly he took my dick into his mouth. It was warm and wet. He ran his mouth up and down the shaft. His head bobbed slowly back and forth.

I touched the hair on his head. Then ran my fingers through it. It was odd the manner in which I did it in fact. As my friend, we generally slapped each other on the shoulder. But here I was gently stroking his hair in a loving fashion. Though it would seem odd, it seemed so natural.

I became lost in the feelings. My dick was warm and wet. Soon I had the desire to move my pelvis toward his mouth and I did. I knew we had to slow down to make it last.

"Brian. Don't make me cum yet." I said.

He then moved his mouth to my balls. He licked for a bit before returning to the tip of my dick to lick the glistening pre-cum there.

I pulled him to his feet.

"You know what I've wanted to do?" I said.

"Anything." He said.

I tilted my head to the side. Our eyes met. We both slowly leaned in. Our lips met lightly as we kissed.

Our hands rested on each other's hips as our kiss deepened. Our tongues found each other's and swirled around and around. It was as sensual as any kiss with a female.

We kissed for a long time it seemed. We pulled our bodies close to each other. My hand wandered down Brian's back. I kneaded his ass cheeks.

Brian's hand made it's way to my ass cheeks as well. Only he found my puckered hole and began playing with it. I moaned.

I reached down and pulled on his erection. My lips moved to his neck then nipples. I sucked on each of them before sinking to my knees and taking his dick into my mouth. 

First, I ran my tongue up and down the shaft before sucking him between my lips. His pre-cum was salty. I sucked my friend for a while as he moaned.

Soon he pulled me to my feet and we kissed again. It was more passionate now. As we kissed, I touched his face and ran my fingers through his hair. I pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I said.

"You sure?"

"If you had dug further in that night stand you would have found a dildo, Brian. I've wanted the real thing."

Brian smiled as I crawled on the bed and he grabbed the lube off the nightstand. I laid on my back looking up at him. I spread my legs.

The moment was surreal. I was actually spreading myself and my best friend was rubbing lubrication on his dick. We both knew what was about to happen and we both wanted it. His washboard abdomen was tight. His pectoral muscles were tones.

My dick bobbed on my abdomen. Brian lubricated a finger and inserted it into my ass as he bent down to kiss my dick.

His finger was smaller than the dildo I had tried a few times. I had practiced alone relaxing my sphincter and I relaxed instinctively to accept Brian's probing.

He then crawled between my legs. He pressed his dick against my puckered ass and moved it in slow circles as I relaxed. Then he moved his pelvis forward ever so slowly.

I could feel my ass relent. The folds of my ass began to envelope Brian's dick. His smooth dick slick with lubrication began to fill me as I accepted him.

Sparkles flashed before my eyes. My heart pounded at the image of that dick I had so long admired now snaking its way within me.

It was at that moment we became more than friends who were experimenting. We were lovers.

Regardless of how we felt about being gay or what was taboo. That didn't matter.

I was accepting him within me and there is something spiritual about that moment. It's more than physical. 

Once he penetrated me fully, Brian and I began to make love. His dick slid in and out of my ass slowly. I spread my thighs wide to give him access and lifted my pelvis to greet each thrust.

It was a vulnerable yet powerful feeling. It felt more than the act I had fantasized about. I felt as if I was actually giving myself to him and he was giving to me. For the moment, all that mattered in the universe was our union. It transcended our gender. 

We fucked for an eternity it seemed. Soon Brian began to moan louder. It made my dick twitch with anticipation that I was giving him pleasure. I couldn't seem to get enough of him. I raised my hips and spread as wide as possible hoping he would drive deeper and deeper within me.

"Fuck me, Brian." 

"I'm going to cum." He said.

"Cum inside me, Brian. Cum in me."

Brian's strokes became longer and smoother. Like a piston he fucked my ass.

My dick begged to be touched. It tingled. My ass tingled. My legs were growing weak and my breath was now coming in short gasps.

Brian grunted.

It sounded like an animal. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Our flesh was melding together. His pelvis slapped against my ass.

Then I felt it.

His dick pulsated. I sensed him ejaculating inside me. My ass grew wetter.

I reached down and touched my dick, which had been aching. As soon as my hand moved down its shaft my body shook. Wave after wave of orgasm swept over me. White streams of cum exploded from the tip landing on my sweaty abdomen in line after line.

My body trembled.

I thought I would lose consciousness. But my head soon cleared. Brian leaned down and we kissed. The kiss was breathless. I reached up and stroked his cheek. 

"Don't pull out." I said.

"Never." Brian said. But as his erection began to fade it slowly began to slip from the grasp of my ass. We both were still trying to catch our breath. I could feel his cum oozing out with it.

We collapsed in each other's arms. The moment was sensual. More sensual than I ever imagined two men could be. Our sweaty bodies pressed against the other as we simply caressed with our legs entwined and continuing to explore each other's bodies.

"Does this mean you want to be roommates?" I said.

"Oh, yes." Brian said.

I was so glad we crossed the line.



The Moment



Things went so fast it seemed over before it started. There was the awkward, shy conversation as we slipped into the car, sitting strangely, uncomfortably close.

Then the eventful drive to the theater, as I steered, for the first time, with my left hand. My right was glued firmly to your left. At least until I jumped the curb, turning into the driveway.

We got tickets, and then suddenly the moment, the breathless moment as the line stopped, stranding us in a doorway. We stood face to face, trembling at the proximity, until the line eased forward.

Then popcorn, drinks and a forgettable movie, and in no time, we walked back to the car. I was better at left-handed driving and we did talk a bit more. Even getting out of the car and completing the short walk to your porch went smoothly.

But now, the moment arrived. After a slight stumble at the steps, we stood face to face. "I had fun." "Me too." "We should do this again." "Yes, let's do." And my head filled and spun. Do I tilt left or right? Should I hold her, or just lean in? Are my lips too dry? Too wet?

Suddenly, in a blur, she leaned and I felt the lightest pressure on my lips. She opened the door and was about to disappear inside, when suddenly she turned and said, "Look, I don't normally do this, but would you like to come in?"

Without a word, I stepped through the door. I sensed a change between us as the door closed behind me, a tension hung in the air. She stood close to me, very close and without a word, she leaned her head to me again. We immediately embraced in a kiss, my tongue entering her eager mouth, tasting her. My hands combed through her hair as I pressed my erection against her body. In a moment, she pulled back, and turned as if to lead me upstairs.

I stepped to follow her, but then she stopped and turned, "No, right here," she gasped, pulling me against her. I lowered her onto the stairs and unbuttoned her blouse. The bra's clasp was in the front, but she deftly unhooked it and opened it up. I paused, gazing at her face... her breasts. I began sucking at her nipples. I heard her low voice urge me on, "Now, I want you now, I need to feel you."

She began unbuttoning her dress and as I pulled off my shirt and unfastened my pants, she took off her dress and panties. Seeing her naked, I grabbed her and pulled her to me, burying my face in her crotch. Breathing her scent, I slipped my tongue between her lips and then I carefully lowered her back onto the stairs, keeping my tongue burrowed deep in her wet cunt. I paused only a moment and then continued, circling my tongue on her clit as I felt her thrust her hips up to me.

Sensing her oncoming climax, I slowed the movements of my tongue, but quickly slipped my finger inside her. When she came I reveled in the pulsations inside her, savoring each movement, each fragrance, each taste of her until the pulsations slowed, then stopped.

Kneeling now, I leaned forward as she took my cock and guided it to her soaking pussy. I pressed, feeling her softness of her envelop me as I looked into her face. Thrusting deeper I felt our motion became a great wave, rhythmic, liquid, repeating itself. I felt it rising within me, I pressed and withdrew, rising, and rising, closer and closer.

"Oh fuck," I moaned and released, pushing her hard against the stairs as I felt the pleasure surge through me. I shoved my weight against her, between her legs, straining for depth. I wanted inside her, completely as I came and came.

I fell upon her and as I heard her groan, I felt a stinging sensation where her nails scratched my shoulders. In a few moments, I rose up and leaning forward, I kissed her lightly on the lips.

We stood up and, without a word, got dressed. Once dressed, she leaned and I felt the lightest pressure on my lips. A second, maybe two, and then I felt a rush of air as she opened the door. Reeling, I moved clumsily through the door. I glanced up to her and I heard her voice.

"Good night. Call me?"

I nodded and watched the door slowly close. 



The Moment



The moment...

I am 37, female, and have been a collared slave for over eight years, I am owned by Master John. It was Master John who found my submissive side and worked on me to 'brake me in'. I am totally under his wise guidance and control, I live with him on a 24x7 basis.

In this account, I would like to share with you the moment in service I most enjoy, anticipate and fear.

The Master does not make exclusive use of me, indeed the opposite, I am used, and have been used by many Masters and men.

I recount what is a regular event, however this instance will remain with me forever, you will appreciate why!

ENJOYMENT

I enjoy most the sensation of a 'new pair of hands' on my breasts, never knowing if they will 'weigh them', fondle them, grope them, squeeze them, what will they do?

It doesn't really matter. As a slave I enjoy giving pleasure, having my body used like a toy for pleasure. A body now owned by the Master, his 'breast', his cunt, his slut.

ANTICIPATION

When been displayed or offered, it's never known if someone who begins with a gentle caress will keep gentle, enjoy the sensuous feel of breast flesh, a hardening nipple between their fingers and the arousal of the slave. Maybe a hand will drop down to explore the silky shaven cunt and play the girl like a fine musical instrument. A Master appreciating the sexual experience of the girl.

Or maybe, at that unpredicted second, nipple twisting agony as the Master begins his work. 'Love' and 'sex' nowhere in thought, rape and pain, using me to the limit. 

FEAR

After so many years I mostly know what to expect, but when the moment changes to 'the unknown', a new path or experience, a Master with different tastes, that is when I feel fear.

This is where I had just arrived, on this most memorable of days: I had stripped naked and was blindfolded, a normal course of action before been handed for inspection to someone who did not want to be seen. The person came behind me, reached round to fondle my breasts. I realised it was a woman from her small hands as well as when she subsequently spoke.

I am only a 35B, so not at all big! The woman remarked cruelly that there was 'not enough' to enjoy. She slapped me hard across the breasts, causing me to yelp. The sound originating as much from the surprise, as from the pain. The blindfold always adds an extra dimension to any act, the 'unknown timing'. Even if you basically know what's coming, as with comedy, timing is everything.

She called for my arms to be bound behind my back, folded, behind me. A Master or two quickly obliged. She was before me, stroking my breasts and rubbing my nipples.

She then began to do some (I presume) Japanese style rope bondage to separate my breasts. From the feel was this was very fine silky rope indeed. There was then, applied to the base of each breast a very tight, a leather belt. I guessed the breasts would quickly ripen, shades of red, blue and purple.

The Mistress then leant to kiss and nuzzle the nipple, her hand dropping and three fingers forcing their way into my cunt, which by now was wet and very accommodating. She applied a thumb to the clit and began to arouse me.

'Come bitch, before I start on you, come for me'. She began to bite my nipple and thrust hard into me. It took nearly two minutes for me to come.

I was then sat on a chair. I felt needles been placed strategically all around my breasts. I heard her say something about a DD. I then realised I was having saline treatment to blow up my breasts.

It took twenty minutes of agony, she carefully applied her needles all over to get the effect she wanted. A pair of very artificial DD breasts.

She whispered in my ear, 'All this just to fuck you in the arse, and have a good hold on these melons'. The Mistress invited the Master and two friends to play with the massive tits whilst she prepared.

The Master made me stand. Oh, they were so heavy, he took me from behind, no doubt getting me prepared for the Mistress.

She was, I think, a sadist! She rammed a big dildo, probably 10 inch, not sure, into me with no lube. Then she set out to hurt me, telling me she would have me crack. My heavy breasts were slapped, made to dangle and twirl around, pulling the skin so hard it felt like a knife was cutting the flesh. She squeezed the nipples, turned them, all the time ramming my arse hard. She wanted me crying, which she achieved after the severe pounding of my arse and twisting of the nipples.

That pain was eye wateringly bad! But the stabbing feeling of blood rushing back into the breasts once the belts were removed was excruciating. And that pain is from within, far more potent than that applied from without.

To this day I don't know who she was, I don't think she's had me since and I have never seen any photos of the afternoon.

The breasts took around a week to go back to normal, except for the belt marks which were visible some time longer

My enjoyment, anticipation and fear, three hours on a Sunday afternoon. If Mistress is reading by any chance, 'Thank You for using me and letting me experience pain in that new way'.

Slave Deborah

(please note, for ease of reading the girl has Master's permission to use 'I' in this account) 



The Moment After



The Fenway crowd leapt to its feet, roaring their approval for the two squads of warriors, as the ninth inning drew to a close. Todd Castle, America's most well-respected sportscaster and the man who was considered "The Voice Of Baseball", uttered into his microphone to a worldwide audience:

"Folks, you're not dreaming, and this isn't Iowa. We're at Fenway Park, this is Game 7 of the World Series between the Chicago Cubs and the Boston Red Sox, and we're going into extra innings, tied at two runs apiece. How big can you dream? It doesn't get any bigger than this."

The Red Sox fans, as well as the Cubs' fans in attendance, applauded wildly for what was taking place. Each teams' fans had developed a tremendous respect for one another over the last month, and particularly the last week. They felt bonded by having suffered the same setbacks, heartache, and misery that went along with being a fan of their chosen team.

Baseball was once again the focus of a nation. The baseball postseason had not only captured the highest TV ratings in years, but captured the attention of a nation that had long since grown apathetic towards what was once the nation's pastime. People who hadn't watched baseball for years tuned in to this year's postseason to watch the Cubs defeat the pesky Dodgers, and then sweep the heavily favored Pirates in four games. Meanwhile, the Red Sox quickly upended the Rangers, and then they defeated their bitter archrival, the New York Yankees in a grueling seven game series. The Red Sox celebrated their pennant-clinching victory on the hallowed grounds of their opponents' stadium in front of an unappreciative New York crowd. 

This World Series had been something that only took place in the movies, as each game had been filled with highlight moments, as well as heartbreak. The Cubs took Game 1 at Fenway, following a masterful pitching performance from their ace Rick Trujillo. The Sox came storming back in Game 2 with an offensive explosion of 12 runs, including two home runs by hometown favorite Tim O'Brien. Game 3 shifted to the Windy City, and saw the Red Sox win a 2-1 pitching duel. Game 4 belonged to the Cubs, as they sent Trujillo back to the mound on three days' rest, and he baffled the Red Sox while the Cubs won 7-2. Game 5 took 17 innings to decide, and saw the Cubs come out on top after Kevin Brewer, a reserve infielder, was sent to the mound in relief during the 16th inning to earn the victory. Not one person left the game early, despite the late finish, and they were all thankful they stayed. Otherwise, they would have missed Cubs catcher Masanushi Arakaki's walk-off, game-winning home run. Game 6 moved back to Boston, where the Red Sox blasted rookie star Eric McFadden for the second time in the Series. They put up 9 runs against him en route to a 10-2 victory, forcing a seventh and deciding game being played on a typically chilly October night in New England. Castle reflected on what has been a magnificent World Series.

"Two teams, two cities, decades of frustration, and only one thing is certain: by the end of the contest, one team will have a curse lifted, while another will have to face a long winter, with dreams of what might have been."

Twenty-seven countries had press members in attendance at the ballpark, and they were transmitting words, as well as live images across the globe. Scalpers were reported to have made as much as $16,000 for one ticket to this series. Houses of worship in the Chicago area, as well as all over New England, held special services prior to the games in order to ask for divine intervention for their favorite team. Those same churches would then stay to view the game among the congregation, following the service. Sports bars across America were packed with patrons, and in some cases, had to turn customers away due to fire safety laws. Many bars even reported running out of beer during some of the games, due to such a huge run on business. Spikes in anxiety attacks had been reported nationwide. Misplaced fans of both teams came together in their new hometowns to provide support and camaraderie for one another during this time; Red Sox fans in Dayton and Oklahoma City met for the first time, while Cubs fans in Tacoma and Birmingham united for a common cause of their own. Businesses all over the country closed early on this night so that their employees could watch the final baseball game of the season, even if they weren't fans of either team. Many fans were born of this series, and even the closest of families were divided over the outcome. 

One of those families was the O'Brien family in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Tim O'Brien had been a gifted athlete his entire life, excelling in several sports in high school. He earned a scholarship to play football at Boston College, but opted to take another scholarship he'd earned so that he could play baseball for Georgia Tech. During his four years there, the outfielder helped his team to two national title games, winning one. He was eventually drafted by the Montreal Expos, but later traded as a minor leaguer as part of a multi-player deal. Because of the trade, he was able to fulfill his dream of playing for his favorite team, the Boston Red Sox. Tim quickly became one of baseball's most popular, as well as highest-paid stars. At the peak of his career, during a highly publicized event, he had even taken a pay cut in order to stay in Boston, because he felt retiring as a member of the team he'd grown with his entire life meant more than any amount of money that could be offered to him.

His younger brother, Terrence, had also been gifted, but not as much as Tim. He was a good athlete, but always seemed a few steps behind Tim in terms of athleticism. He made it to the majors, as well, but labored much longer in the minor leagues, bouncing from small town to smaller town on buses that seemed on the verge of breaking down at any given moment. He'd finally been called up to "The Show" earlier this year, because of an injury to a member of his parent clubs' bullpen. 

And now, Terrence O'Brien sat in the dugout of Fenway Park, wearing the uniform of the Chicago Cubs. 

Surprisingly little had been made of the brother vs. brother story in the media, most likely because Tim was a major league superstar, while Terrence was a role player, likely to be sent back to the minors after the Series ended. Jerseys and T-shirts showcasing Tim's #17 were scattered heavily throughout the stadium, with fans of both him and the team displaying their loyalty proudly, while Terrence's #77 indicated that he was living on borrowed time in the big leagues. Both had taken different paths to the major leagues, but they had shared the same dream since childhood: to win the World Series.

Boston took the field in the top of the 10th inning, as the Red Sox faithful continued to cheer on their sports heroes. Tim took his place in left field, in the shadow of the infamous 'Green Monster' wall that adorned his spot on Fenway's legendary field. Boston reliever Luke Murdock took the mound, and quickly retired the first two batters the Cubs sent to the plate. Center fielder and Cubs fan favorite Mickey Washington then stepped up, and after earning a 3-0 count, launched a rocket into left field. Tim turned his eyes toward the skies, focusing on the ball, and racing back toward the Monster in an effort to make the catch. He quickly saw, however, that any effort would be fruitless, as the ball sailed over his head, over the fans sitting on the Monster, and past the famous Citgo sign into the Boston night. Washington rounded the bases, and touched home plate to give the Cubs a 3-2 lead. Murdock kicked the dirt on the mound, cursing in frustration, as the Cubs' next hitter, Derek Bolder stepped up. Murdock forced a ground out to third base, retiring Bolder to end the inning. The Red Sox ran to the dugout, needing to score one run in order to continue, and two to leave the ballpark tonight victorious. They would send their 9th, 1st and 2d place hitters to the plate, with Tim O'Brien hoping to get a chance in the clean-up spot.

Tim couldn't get the image of the home run out of his mind. It felt like a moment in which time had actually stopped. He could visualize the ball spinning furiously as it whizzed over his head, far out of his ability to make a play. 

"The Chicago Cubs are three outs away, folks," Castle reported to a massive viewing audience. "They'll send their best reliever, Joe Rodriguez to the mound, when we come back."

Tim tossed his glove onto the bench as the other players bustled around in the dugout, preparing to avenge the run they gave up in the top half of the inning. He strode to the batting rack, grabbed his helmet and bat in anticipation of a chance to gain an at-bat. Meanwhile, fireballer right-hander Joe Rodriguez was on the mound, warming up for a chance to close out the Sox' strongest hitters, and to head back home with a title. 

The Fenway crowd hadn't sat down since the 7th inning stretch. The nervous feeling throughout the stadium was almost paralyzing. They broke into loud cheers as the bottom of the order, third baseman Ken Enriquez, stepped up to the plate. Chicago's Rodriguez got him to ground out to short for the first out. Leadoff hitter Darryl Christian stepped up next, popping out to shallow left. The Red Sox were down to their final out. Many of the Boston faithful were seen to drop to their knees in the stands, offering prayer to their deity of choice. Players from both dugouts were seen with rosary beads in their hands, each praying for a different outcome. Speedy second baseman Ricardo White stepped up. 

White fouled off the first pitch offered to him, then took a ball high and outside. He swung and missed at Rodriguez' next offering, a 98 MPH fastball. The Red Sox were down to their last strike. Rodriguez then threw another ball, low and inside to even the count at 2-2. Rodriguez then reared back, and delivered another fastball right down the middle, which White jumped all over. He swung the bat hard, sending the ball whizzing back towards the mound. It ricocheted off of Rodriguez' pitching shoulder, and he quickly fell to the ground, grabbing his shoulder, screaming in pain. The ball bounced to the ground, rolling slightly toward third base. Cubs' third baseman Joe Reilly scooped it up, thought of throwing it, but when he looked to first, saw that it was too late, as White had already crossed the bag. The Cubs' hopes were still alive, but their relief ace was writhing in agonistic pain on the ground. Chicago's trainers raced onto the field. 

"OH MY! Rodriguez is down, and he's in serious pain," Castle announced. "We'll go to a break, and come back."

The next image that TV viewers saw from Fenway was that of Rodriguez being helped off of the field, unable to continue. Cubs' manager Mac Harris looked at the field, and saw left-handed batter Tim O'Brien standing by, waiting for his at-bat. He knew that the decision he was about to make would be questioned all over the country, win or lose. He felt, though, that it was the best decision he could make for his team. He picked up the dugout phone to the bullpen, and made his request.

Castle's next words would bring the Series' already-heightened drama to a zenith: "Folks, how about this for a finish to this Series?" Castle said. "In from the bullpen is southpaw Terrence O'Brien, brother to the batter standing on deck, Tim O'Brien. Can this be more intense?"

The crowd's cheers erupted yet again, as the knowledgeable Fenway fans absorbed what was happening; a duel between hometown brothers would decide not only a championship, but perhaps the fate of a city. Some fans were thinking that, either way, a Bostonian would be the hero. Others didn't care that Terrence was from Bean Town; all they cared about was that the Sox earned the victory.

Terrence ran to the mound, nodding respectfully to his older brother standing in the on-deck circle, and began warming up. As is customary for Major League Baseball when a pitcher is injured, his replacement was given as much time as needed to loosen up his arm. Tim began swinging his bat to and fro, and like his brother, had not expected this turn of events. During their lives, they had played many games on the same field, suffering many victories and defeats together, but they had never competed against each other, nor faced off individually. Not during interleague play, not in college, not even in the games they played as children. They had always won or lost together. Now, fate had pitted them against each other in perhaps the most viewed sporting event of all time. 

"O'Brien's getting his throws in. He was a late season call-up this year, going 2-3 this season for the Cubs, with 2 saves. His ERA was 4.71 in the regular season. In the Series, he's made one appearance, in the epic Game 5, pitching 2/3 of an inning. Now, he stands on the mound representing the Wrigley faithful back in Chicago. One thing's for sure; win or lose, Boston will have given birth to a hero tonight."

Terrence and Tim had never even imagined that they would have to face off in a situation like this. With the emotion running high for both teams, the factor of blood against blood would bring what was already a magical Series to a bittersweet ending for one brother.

Terrence signaled to the umpire that he was warmed up, and the umpire shouted "PLAY BALL!" The stadium actually began to shake as Boston fans continued their cheers. Tim O'Brien stepped to the plate, to face his twin brother in the showdown of the Series.

"Here we go, ladies and gentlemen. Mano y mano, brother versus brother, for the World Series. Believe it or not, these two have never faced one another at any level of the game."

Tim took two final warm-up swings before stepping into the batter's box. He dug into the dirt, and measured his bat against the plate. He stared down his brother on the mound, who nodded an acknowledgement to his catcher, Nolan Burton, of the pitch call delivered. Terrence stepped back, wound up, and delivered his first pitch.

Ball high and outside, for Ball 1. The crowd cheered. Terrence received the ball back, checked the sign, and delivered again. 

Called strike on the outside corner, evening the count at one. Just as quickly as the crowd had erupted with cheers, they fell nervously silent. Ricardo White took a lead from first. 

Terrence checked White out of the corner of his eye. He quickly made a throw to first, but White beat the throw back to the base. The crowd vocalized their disdain, wanting Terrence to concentrate on the batter at the plate. Terrence dug back into the mound, looking into his brother's eyes, then his catcher's. He received the next sign, wound up, and delivered the pitch.

Tim fouled the ball off towards the 1st base seats. "STRIKE TWO!" Castle shouted into the mike. The capacity crowd fell eerily silent.

Terrence received a new ball from the plate umpire, and massaged it with his hands. He reached down to pick up the rosin bag to remove the sweat from his hands. He dropped the bag, re-focusing on the task at hand. Meanwhile, his brother took one step out of the box, adjusted, and dug back in. Terrence delivered the pitch.

"In the dirt!" shouted Castle. White took off from first as Burton leapt up, and flung off his catcher's mask to chase down the ball rolling toward the backstop. White arrived at second base standing up as the crowd roared their approval. Burton retrieved the ball, made sure that the base runner was staying put, then tossed the ball back to Terrence. He caught the ball, checked the runner, and then prepared to deliver his next pitch. He took the sign, wound up, and threw.

"Ball three! Full count on O'Brien, from O'Brien," Castle said. "How much pressure can you stand?" Again, various fans in the crowd fell to their knees in prayer, others turned away from the field, too afraid to watch. Terrence received the ball back from Burton, and watched as his twin brother dug in at home plate. Tim measured his swing one more time, before preparing for the next pitch. Terrence received the sign, wound up, and delivered the pitch.

CRACK!

Tim swung with as much effort as he could muster.

"There's a drive...to right-center!" The Fenway crowd began to go berserk with glee, as the ball began to take flight high above the field. Every eye in the park was focused on the ball as it barreled toward the outfield. It seemed that the Curse of the Bambino was seconds away from being lifted. Their cheers were deafening. 

"Washington runs back, back, back....!" Mickey Washington trained his vision on the ball, as it sailed toward the center field wall. Tim dropped the bat, and began racing toward 1st base, while White was speeding toward 3rd base with no intention of slowing down until he crossed home plate. Terrence first saw the ball bounce off of Tim's bat, then turned his eyes away. He was sure that the arc of the ball would carry it out of the park, cruelly ending the Cubs dream. He began walking toward the dugout, with his head hung low. His childhood dream had become his worst nightmare; he would now be 'the goat' of the World Series.

Tim rounded first base, turning his eyes toward left field. He saw the left field umpire lift his right arm, then make a clenched fist. The umpire then began to walk away from his position.

"CAUGHT!" shouted Castle. "He caught it! Washington caught the ball! That's it! Ladies and gentlemen, it is next year! The Chicago Cubs are the champions of baseball!" The crowd groaned almost in unison as the reality washed over them that their Red Sox had come inches away from winning, only to have their dream shattered yet again. Washington began running in from center field, the ball still clenched tightly in his glove, to celebrate the victory with his teammates. Halfway between 1st and 2nd base, Tim fell to his knees, and then covered his face in the dirt. He could feel someone leap over him as they headed toward the pitching mound in celebration. 

A scattering of applause came from the Cubs fans in attendance. The air was also pierced with cries of lament from the Red Sox fans:

"NOOOOOOOO! NO! NO! NO!"

"I DON'T FREAKING BELIEVE IT!"

"ROT IN HELL, BABE RUTH!"

The sounds of the individual fans' sentiments seemed louder to Tim than the nearly thirty six thousand voices in attendance had together. Tim remained on the ground, his ears now trained on the congratulatory yells to one another of his opponents. For a moment, he thought of his younger sibling being underneath the pile that surely existed by this point. After all, he was the one to throw the final pitch in the Series, and history would remember that one brother retired another. Almost immediately, Tim suddenly felt two arms grabbing him, and pulling him to his feet.

Castle began waxing poetic. "I am reminded of the words of the late commissioner A. Bartlett Giamatti, who said of this great game, 'It breaks your heart, it is designed to break your heart'. Those words have never been truer, perhaps, than at this moment in time. We have witnessed an amazing seven game World Series, and baseball will be hard-pressed to match it again. I know it may be no comfort, but perhaps the Boston Red Sox and their fans can take solace in the fact that, in some way, they have eased the hearts of kindred spirits, those being the spirits of the Chicago Cubs, and their fans."

Television viewers saw images of elated Cubs fans dancing on Waveland Avenue, outside world-famous Wrigley Field in Chicago. They also saw celebratory scenes from other parts of the city, as well as from all over the country. Many networks interrupted their normal broadcasts with the news that the Billy Goat Curse had been exorcised, and that the Cubs would return home victorious. Oceans of tears were shed nationwide, some in joyful elation, and others in agonistic pain. Celebrations went on late into the night not only for the Cubs' victory, but also for a World Series showdown that would likely never be matched again for competitiveness, emotion, and desire.




The Moment After



The next day, several photos would be printed in newspapers all over the nation that would tell the tale of two fanbases. There was the photo of a young boy in the stands at Fenway, with the Red Sox' "B" logo painted on his face, holding up a poster board sign that read "WE BELIEVE", while fans are seen filtering out of the stadium behind him after the game. There was the photo taken in a church in Brookline, Massachusetts, of a 92-year old gentleman consoling his young great-granddaughter while she cried uncontrollably after seeing her heroes lose, reflecting several generations of anguish. There was the photo of celebrating Cubs fans, hanging a stuffed toy goat in effigy outside of Wrigley Field, and symbolizing the end of their suffering. But one photo would have a lasting impact on the fans of not only the Red Sox and Cubs, but sports fans as a whole.

An unknown photographer captured number 77 for the Chicago Cubs, Terrence O'Brien, embracing his older brother Tim on the field, separated from the celebration taking place on the field. Both men were in tears, one absorbing his team's loss, and the other trying to absorb his brother's pain. Terrence O'Brien had chosen, in the proudest moment of his baseball career, not to celebrate immediately with his teammates, but to console his grieving brother. The photo ran in both the Boston Globe, as well as the Chicago Tribune. Sports bars all over the country requested a copy of the photo for their walls. T-shirts were printed and sold with images of the brothers' embrace. It came to be known simply as "The Moment After". Reporters asked them countless times what they said to one another during their embrace, but Tim and Terrence both felt that was something better kept between them. 

Terrence O'Brien began the next season with the Cubs as a setup man, but got injured two months into the season. He was sent down to the minor leagues as part of his rehabilitation, but never made it back to the major leagues. His playing career ended due to injury by that season's end. The Chicago Cubs made the playoffs again that season, but were eliminated by the Philadelphia Phillies. Boston missed the playoffs altogether.

Tim O'Brien and the Red Sox made it back to the World Series the following year. They defeated the Houston Astros, four games to two, for their first World Series victory since 1918. When the final out was made, Tim did not join his teammates immediately at the pitcher's mound of Fenway Park, in front of a deafening crowd of fans. Instead, he ran to the bullpen to hug the Red Sox pitching coach; Number 77, Terrence O'Brien.



The Moment Arrives



CHAPTER I:

I have been anticipating this moment for so long, it seems like forever. I'm standing there in the doorway leading into her apartment, she's just opened it, and without saying any words, she moves back to let me in. I walk past her, and I can feel chills go through me, she excites me without even touching me or saying a word. Her eyes follow me, as I make my way inside, scanning over me, committing every inch of me to memory. I stop and then realize that she's almost right behind me... I'm so nervous and I have no idea why. I turn towards her, holding my hands out to her, she grasps them in hers, and she pulls me towards her. I feel like I'm shivering, nervous anticipation I guess. A moment passes, and her soft lips touch mine... so sweet, so tender... I open my mouth a little wider, inviting her tongue into it. It slips into my mouth, exploring... I start to suck on the tip of it, wanting to taste her... she moans into my mouth. We unclasp our hands, I move mine around to grab her cute little ass, squeezing it in my hands. She moves her hands up to cup my breasts, feeling them through my thin little t-shirt, my nipples already hard from our kiss...

Our kissing becomes more passionate, hands roaming everywhere. There's no time for talking, I have to have her, I've been waiting so long to be with her. We step back from each other, I reach for the bottom of my t-shirt and pull it up over my head, all the while staring into her eyes, waiting to see her expression... a small smirk comes across her face and there's a look in her eyes that tells me that I am in for the time of my life. I reach down to undo the button on my jeans, she licks her lips as she watches me unzip and slowly slide my jeans down my legs. I bend down to take them all the way off and slowly stand up to allow her to see all of me. 

I'm so nervous, I'm shivering still... she can see how nervous I am and re-assures me... "don't worry Kitten, I am going to take such good care of you, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you." She reaches out her hand to me again "Come over here to me," and I take 2 steps towards her. "Help me take off my clothes Kitten, I want to feel your skin against mine." She raises her arms above her head, and I take the edge of her tank top and pull it over her head... as it passes over her breasts, I can't help myself and have to have a taste. Taking a long lick and then sucking the hard nipple into my mouth. Oh my god! she's so beautiful, her skin tastes incredible... I can't wait to taste the rest of her. As I move from one breast to the other, my fingers fumble with the button on her jeans, I can't get them to work! and struggle to get it unbuttoned. She thinks this is funny, laughing a little at my eagerness "Let me help you sweetie.."

Her fingers take over and unbutton it so easily. I brush them aside and slip my hands into her pants to lower them down her legs... past her hips, gazing at her tiny white panties, down over her thighs, past her knees and down to her feet. She steps out of them, and my face is still level with those pretty panties... I have to touch her, tracing a finger along the edge of her panties, along the inside of her thigh... I can feel her moist warmth. I get into a more comfortable position, and kneel in front of her, slipping a finger under the edge of her panties, trying to reach her sweet, wet pussy. My soft touch is driving her wild, her nipples are so hard, aching to be touched, she plays with them, her fingers lightly squeezing... pinching. With my other hand, I pull her panties to the side, giving me a little peek at her beautiful pink pussy, and allowing me to touch it with my other finger... sliding my index finger up along her slit... moist with her excitement. She allows a moan to escape from her mouth, at the same time that I whisper how much I want to taste her... I lean forward and allow myself a little taste of her on my tongue... I have wanted to do that for so very long... she's even sweeter than I had ever imagined.

My tongue slips further inside her, lapping at her, wanting to drink all of her. She pushes her hips forward, grinding her pussy against my face...wanting me deeper inside she... I rip her panties down her legs, letting them hang at her ankles...thrusting my tongue deeper into her...moving up and sucking on her clit... she continues to moan, whimpering a little too. She never imagined that I would be able to make her feel so good, as I have never had any actual experience with another woman. But because I have wanted it for so long, I hunger for it, she is unaware of my inexperience.

She grabs my hair and pushes my head between her legs..."fuck me with your fingers baby, slip them inside my tight cunt, please baby"! I take 2 fingers, crossing them together, and slowly slide them into her tight, wet hole...moving them back and forth, so slowly that she begs me to go faster. Looking up at her, I smile... "not just yet, you're going to have to wait for it," a wicked grin crosses my lips. Sucking on her hard clit, my fingers are excruciatingly slow... she can't stand it..."FUCK ME HARDER YOU FUCKING TEASE! I want you to make me cum!" My, my... so demanding... don't you even say please? "Please baby, please make me cum, I'm so close."

"That's better sweetie... I like it when you beg." I ram my fingers deeper inside, adding a 3rd, and sucking and licking her clit raw... "oh god Kitten!! I'm cuummmming!!! oh fuck me!!!" I drink her warm cum as it spills into my mouth, still thrusting my fingers deep into her, as her pussy quivers around them...and finally pulling them out slowly, putting them to my mouth to lick her sweetness from them. "Oh baby, you taste better than I could have ever imagined... all I want is more.."..

I hear a moan coming from the corner of the room, a soft moan of pure pleasure. I glance over to see you sitting there in a big comfy chair. Your hand slowly rubbing against your cock... rubbing against the material of your pants... a smile permanently frozen on your face. You need to cum so bad after watching my little episode with my girlfriend... 

Don't you my love? 

Do you want us to come and play with you? All you have to do is say is please...