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Mama

By: DevilOrAngel



Author would like to thank CopyCarver for his help editing this story. 

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Breathe deep, pick up the pace, keep going........the beach is only another couple miles in the distance......... was the mantra running through my mind as my hands sliced cleanly through the ocean water. In the predawn light I could barely make out the Malibu pier ahead on my left as I veered away, always keeping a cautious watch for discarded fishing lines. Chemical runoff, discarded nets, and fishing paraphernalia often washed up on the beach. Disgusted I shook my head; at least the occasional jellyfish was a natural danger I could sometimes avoid. I've swum in the ocean long enough to know more often human kind not the sharks and other ocean inhabitants pose the most danger. Man is more dangerous than even the tiger shark in the deep blue sea. Man-made hazards are the greatest threat to man and beast. 

Nearing the beach, I smiled slowing to take in the beauty of the aquamarine ocean surrounding me. A flock of seabirds in a perfect V formation flew overhead. The soft sunlight filtered through the cumulus clouds, dappling the nearby beach with sunlight. I love swimming in the early morning hours because of these peaceful moments I am able to selfishly steal. I tried to push away the nagging guilt of leaving my housebound mother for even the few precious stolen sunrise hours. Mother had always been there for me and while I couldn't begrudge her dependence on me since the car accident that had paralyzed her, I simply needed my own space and the time to pursue what made me happy. 

Out in the ocean I felt untamed as wild and wicked as a south pacific squall, that I wasn't fettered to anyone or anything. Once more my life was my own to command as I choose or sighing deeply, at least that was how I felt until I approached the beautiful beach. I felt the motion of the ocean, the incoming waves wrapping around my round hips, pulling me back into the ocean, a lover refusing to let me go. Pulling my full breasts back into some semblance of cleavage, making sure they were firmly in my one piece swimsuit, I trudged out of the cool salty water. Back to the small two bedroom beachfront home that Mother and I had inherited from her Great Grandmother Ward. 

Creeping quietly into the only bathroom in the ancient bungalow, I snaked my way past mother's bedside commode and shower stool. Frowning, I pulled off my swimming cap than slipped the swimsuit straps down my arms, laughing as I found the ocean's gifts nestled between my breasts. First there was the healthy handful or two of sand gathered in various areas under my breasts and between my thicker thighs. Than there was the couple of pieces of seaweed that had floated in while I swam along the beach which I curled lovingly into artistic swirls on the worn bathroom counter top.

I yelped in pain and grimaced as I discovered a sun bleached painted cork with several fishing hooks attached to the inside bodice of my swimsuit. Thankfully none of the barbs had taken hold into the pale skin of my left breast. I already had that nipple pierced and didn't need another one. I pulled a couple of cigarette filters off my right breast, wondering when people would realize the ocean isn't a trash can nor is it a damn ashtray. I deposited the rusty hooks and other assorted debris into the pale pink trash basket beside the toilet as I pushed the one-piece down over my hips and tossed it off my left foot into the corner. 

Stepping into the aging steel tub, I heard ancient pipes rattle and groan in protest as the hot water struggled through them. I silently prayed that they wouldn't choose today to break. I needed at least a nice hot shower before I dealt with her today. Cold rust red water burst forth from the shower head, stunning me for a moment before it warmed up half assed and finally stared to run clear. The temperamental worn out hot water heater was just another of the many ills this old house had come down with recently.

Leaning my forehead against the cold, mint-green broken tiles I cried, giving myself a good five minutes for my very own poor pitiful me party. Tossing my head back I let the lukewarm water flow down onto my face and just concentrated on this very moment. I relaxed, letting my muscles and my limbs go limp as I concentrated on my breathing. Rolling my neck in ever winding circles the tension in my shoulders dissipated as I grabbed the shampoo and washed my shoulder-length brunette hair, then washed my pudgy body with the washrag and soap. Freezing cold water was my reward for doing my meditation in the shower. Oh well what doesn't kill us makes us stronger I suppose. 

Snatching the rough white towel down from over the shower curtain rod, I pushed open the shower curtain and started drying myself off. The loud thud from down the hall made me take off with just a beach towel wrapped around me. Turning the corner too fast into Mother's room, my wet feet slipped and slid on the smooth bedroom floor, dumping me onto my plump ass right beside my elderly mother. 

"Damnit Daisy Mae girl, are you trying to fucking flatten me under ya lard ass?" Mother screeched from her sprawled out state on the floor next to me as she felt and heard me fall near her.

"Sorry Mama," I mumbled, my face burning from embarrassment as I scrambled to get to my feet quickly to help her up. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

"What kinda stupid ass question is that, girl? I fell on the dang floor-it sure as hell ain't soft," Mother hissed thru her gums. "Give me my damn teeth," she demanded impatiently, thrusting her free hand out and almost hitting my face. Shuddering to myself, I reached into her water glass and fished out her false teeth, hating the slimy unnatural feel of them against my fingertips. Taking her other hand I helped her put her teeth in her mouth. With a satisfied click of her teeth, she grunted, "Why pray tell are ya leaving me on the damn floor, Daisy? Help me get the hell up!" 

"I am helping Mama," I said in a trembling exasperated whisper as I gently gripped her elbow and let her brace herself against me for leverage as she got up from the floor I swiveled her into her wheelchair. That's when I realized why she'd been in such a hurry to get out of bed. Her faded pale yellow flowered gown and the area where she'd fallen was soaked in urine. "Mama, why didn't you call me," I scolded as I gently started to pull her soaked gown over her head. 

"Cause I heard you in the shower and didn't wanna bother you, Daisy," Mother answered with her head hung down, rubbing her eyes with her balled up fists. "I hate being like this Daisy. I'm just a burden to you."

"Ah Mama," I croaked out as my throat tightened with tears, "you aren't a burden! You're just my Mama." Using the back my hand, I wiped away both our tears as I pushed her back to the bathroom. I helped her into the bathroom and helped wash her body and hair. I than helped dry her off and combed her gray curly hair. After dressing her in another clean gown, we went to the kitchen where mother sat quietly sipping orange juice; waiting for her breakfast. 

I slipped out of the kitchen to call our next door neighbor Mrs. Johnston to ask her to watch Mother for a little while. I cooked her scrambled eggs mixing in shredded cheese and ham chunks while I waited for the toast to pop up out of the toaster. Hearing the toaster ding, I slid the scrambled eggs onto the plate and buttered her toast. I placed her breakfast in front of her. 

Handing her the fork, "Enjoy your breakfast Mama; I need to go for a walk. I called Mrs. Johnston to come over and watch after you while I'm gone. She should be here in a few minutes; she had to get her little girl Ashley dressed." 

"Okay Daisy," Mama replied as she ate her eggs, "Can you hand me the salt and some raspberry jelly before you leave, please?"

"I sure can, Mama," I said as I picked up the salt and retrieved the jelly from the fridge; placing them within her reach. "They are to the right of your plate Mama at about the two o'clock position of your plate."

Deciding to pick up the trash on the beach, I grabbed a trash bag out of the kitchen cabinet as I left the bungalow. Walking aimlessly along the beach I thought about Mama and all the events of the past years from the car accident, her being paralyzed and blinded in the same car wreck. My pent-up frustration at the way life turned out left me as I cleaned up the trash on the beach. I realized I was also getting rid of my emotional garbage. Turning around, walking back towards the outdated home where we lived, I stopped and saw the potential of what can be and not just the glaring defeats of what was in front of me. 

Looking behind me at the beach I had just cleaned, it just takes one person to pick up a loose McDonald's wrapper flitting around at the beach or to use a glass bottle instead of disposable plastic bottles that takes forever to decompose in land fill. Reusing the grocery bags instead of buying trash bags for small trash cans saves money and our environment. Small changes in our everyday life can be beneficial to the planet. 

Smiling softly with my new attitude, I open the trashcan and throw my trash away. I'm gonna hug my Mama today, will you? 

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Mama's Little Girl



This story was done as for a particular someone who requested a specific plotline. Hope you all enjoy! 

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Shauna opened the door. She was, by no small measure of the word, excited. It was her last day of school, and it was her 18th birthday. She didn't have plans though, because her family was taking her out for dinner later on in the evening, so she'd made plans with her friends for the weekend. But she'd finished with her last test early and she'd been allowed to come home early. So she planned to shower and maybe lay down and watch her favorite movie while she waited for her family to all get home. 

What she wasn't ready for was her mother, Jane, being home and sipping a cup of tea when she entered the kitchen.

"Mom!" She exclaimed. "I thought you would be at work until at least five..?"

"I wanted to surprise you," said Jane, looking Shauna up and down, a very odd expression on her face. "Why don't you go take a shower and we'll go out for ice cream just the two of us and spoil your dinner. We haven't spent very much time together lately and I miss hanging out with you."

"Alright mama," said Shauna. She left the kitchen and headed upstairs to get ready for her shower. 

As she undressed herself Shauna's mind began to wander to a place that long ago she'd vowed never to return, but she couldn't help it. Shauna wasn't gay, but she did occasionally find women attractive, and she had thought her mother was sexy since she was fifteen. One day she'd walked into her mother's room to ask her a question before she went to school and there was Jane, getting ready for work, wearing only black lace panties. Shauna gawked, but tried to play it off by complimenting her on her great sense of style. What she didn't know is that her mother had noticed Shauna staring at her bare chest, and she liked it.

Shauna closed the door to the bathroom, trying to shake the thought that her mother looked so damn good in her tight white blouse and black skirt and pantie hose. It was a futile effort, because the more she tried, the heavier the fantasy played out in her head. She couldn't help herself, she was so horny and at this moment wanted nothing more than to have her mother take full advantage of her. That thought literally dove Shauna crazy and while the hot waste coursed over her slender body and soaked her shoulder length dirty blonde hair, she began touching herself. She moaned softly, whispering "oh mama, I want you so badly..."

Outside, Jane pressed her ear against the door, touching herself while she listened to her daughter moan and fantasize about her. She started undressing, this was a far better idea than ice cream! Slowly Jane opened the door.

In her own little fantasy world, Shauna never heard the door open and close behind her mother. Jane quickly and quietly finished stripping off her business attire, leaving it in a heap by the door. Walking slowly to the shower curtain, she pulled it aside gently and slightly, peaking in. There was her gorgeous young daughter, burying two fingers as deep as she could get them into herself. 

Jane let the curtain fall back, and gently cleared her throat. Shauna paused, shocked she hadn't heard the door open. "Mom, is that you?" 

"Yes dear," said Jane, "I figured I'd come up and get clean real quick too, and since you already have the shower going, I figured I'd get in on your shower, to save water." 

"Oh, okay," said Shauna, "let me just finish rinsing and I'll get out so you can have it." 

"There's no need to get out silly, I know you like long showers." Jane entered the shower, taking in the sight of her daughter, while her daughter took in the sight of her. She moved close to Shauna and said "maybe you'd like to help me get clean?" 

Completely shocked by what was happening, Shauna moved closer to her mother, who handed her the body wash and lathering pouf. Shauna took it from her, never taking her eyes off of her mother's beautiful breasts. She lathered the pouf, and stated running it over Jane's body, first her belly, then her arms. Jane took the pout from Shauna and grabbed her hand and moved it to one of her breasts. 

"I've seen the way you look at me, sweety, would you like to touch me?" Jane asked as she placed her own hand gently in between Shauna's legs. 

Shauna rolled her eyes in pleasure and moaned "yes, I want to so badly.." Her hand squeezed her mother's breast, pinched her nipple, all while feeling how good she was feeling also! 

Jane wasted no time and plunged her middle finger into Shauna's pussy and she was rewarded with a soft moan of pleasure. Faster she moved her finger in and out while her daughter fondled her breasts, squeezing them, moving in to kiss and suck on her nipples. Jane pushed her head back and let out a sigh of ecstasy. She reached up with her fee hand and grabbed Shauna's hair. "You be a good girl now and get on your knees," she said as she forced Shauna down. "Make me feel good and I'll reward you."

"I'll be a good girl.." Shauna heard herself say, and she buried her face into her mother's crotch. She reached out with her tongue, lapping and circling Jane's clit, plunging her tongue inside and sucking her gently. 

"That's it!" Jane screamed, "don't stop baby, fuck me with your tongue! I'm already so close!" 

"Shauna reached up with one hand and inserted one finger into her mother's hot pussy, pushing it in and pulling it out, twisting and flexing it inside of her while she lapped away at her clit.

"Oh my god!" Jane screamed. "I'm coming, yes baby I'm coming, oh you make me feel so good!" Jane's body shook in convulsions and she screamed in pleasure for a full minute before she took her hand out of Shauna's hair and brought her back to her feet. "That was very nice, Shauna. Like you'd been rehearsing it in your head." Jane smiled.

"I have," was all Shauna could say. What Jane didn't know was that Shauna had came with her, fingering herself with her free hand, and it was the single most amazing orgasm of her life! 

"Come into my bedroom when you're dry sweety." Said Jane, and she left the shower on shaky legs.

Shauna hurried to finish her shower and dry off. When she entered her mother's room she found Jane lying on her bed. 

Jane patted the bed next to herself and said "come lay down and let me return the favor."

Shauna made her way to the bed, letting her towel fall to the ground. She climbed into bed with her mother, who had sat up and was now pushing Shauna down to the pillows.

"You just relax and let me take care of you, this is all the desert i need." Said Jane as she moved down between Shauna's legs. 

Jane kissed the inside of Shauna's thigh, moving upward until she was completely dived into her sweet pussy. Jane lapped and licked and sucked and fucked Shauna with her tounge, licking in fast circular motions, inserting two fingers and slowly penetrating her over and over again. Before too terribly long Shauna was twitching and begging for Jane to keep going. And Jane noticed just how wet Shauna was getting and how her tight pussy was clenching onto to her tongue and fingers.

"Oh my GODDDD! YES!! I'M COMING, DON'T STOP!" And Jane complied as Shauna shook uncontrollably and howled and arched her back.

Jane removed herself from her daughter and smiled at her. "Happy birthday baby. I hope that was a good present. Now go get cleaned up again and maybe yourself pretty. Your father and brother will be home soon, and they'll be hungry, so we won't want to keep them waiting. We'll get ice cream another time..." She smiled at her daughter and smacked her on the ass on the way out.

As Shauna rinsed herself off for the second time, she thought to herself "did that really just happen..?"



Mama Didn't Mean To Spy



Mid-summer blues had Raefellow feeling a bit depressed as she clocked out of the office two hours early. Fretting illness, she had all intentions of collecting her 18 year-old son, Randy, and driving out on Long Island for dinner.

Arriving home, entering the spacious apartment, she followed the sound of soft music to her son's room. The door was ajar, but respecting his privacy she lifted a closed hand to knock.

"Ohhh! Fuck"

The moaned words froze her hand inches from the door. Her eyes immediately seized on the oval dressing mirror that showed Randy lying naked, his eyes glued to a magazine, slowly stroking his youthful manhood. Her eyebrows lifted as she appraised his muscular form briefly before centering her attention on his manly, lengthy organ, noting that it appeared longer than his father's and just as thick. With each downward stroke of his hand, the skin tightened over the helmet-like head, making it balloon. 

Raefellow, only 41, felt old as she stood spying on her son. He was so youthful and muscular. Her flat bellied, thin frame looked undernourished. With smallish breasts that appeared to have dropped in the center like a ruined cake, her short, straight gray hair and old fashion glasses did little to help her appearance. To her thinking, her only attribute was her ample but shapely backside. She had always thought that her ass on a beefier body and prettier head would be a man killer. To day, like most, ever her best attribute was hidden under a dress. 

John, her husband, traveled much to often, and she, like Randy, often found needed relief in self-pleasuring. 

Instinctively, she wanted to slip away, to leave her son to his own devices, but she felt a strong desire to share a secret, forbidden moment with him. She was fascinated with his budding sexuality. Impulsively, she pushed the door open slightly more and hesitantly stepped in. She covered ten of the twenty-or-so steps across the large bedroom before Randy became aware of her presence. 

"Mom! Youu...You're home early?" He stammered with surprise and a bit of embarrassment. Lying atop the bedding, with nothing to cover his nakedness, he attempted to hide his swollen manhood with the magazine.

"Yes," She said warmly, hoping to settle him with a soft voice and a smile. "I had hoped we could have an early dinner at our favorite restaurant, but I see you're a little...busy. But I suppose there's no to hurry. I hope you don't mind my entering without knocking..." 

Raefellow took a seat on the edge of the bed facing her son and reached for the magazine. "But you left the door open. I didn't think spying on you was the proper thing to do. I was just so impressed with how handsome a young man you've become and so well endowed. I couldn't resist really."

She stated the last, not looking at him or his erection, but while scanning the pages of the flesh magazine. She noted that the women were of a mature age, near or over her own age, and none were "model" attractive. She wanted to know how he came to possess such material but resisted the desire to ask. There was a more important question.

"You like these older women's pictures over the pretty, younger ones?"

"Yes." Randy replied.

"Which one do you find most appealing?" She queried, offering the magazine back to him. As he thumbed the pages, she shifted her eyes from his to gaze at his rock hard erection. Placing her right hand to the top of his thigh, she stroked his thigh lightly. "I'm just awed at how handsome you are. You've become a man without me realizing it."
He offered the magazine back to her. Taking it, she viewed a nude woman, lying on a bed, on her back, feet placed flat, knees spread-eagled with a come-hither look on her face. Adjacent pages showed her kneeling, being fucked from behind by a well-hung young stud. Except for a heftier body, the woman could have easily passed for her slightly older sister.

"You and Gale? Have you two... been intimate?" She probed.

"Just kissing and touching." He lied. "We've just started dating." In actuality, he had fucked Gale a dozen times or more times. Had she had not been on vacation with her lone parent... her mother, his mother would have caught him fucking her rather than masturbating.

Raefellow tossed the magazine across Randy's legs. It remained open to the paper look-alike. She returned her hand to his thigh, letting it glide inside.

"Yes, I know." She answered, then looked at him. "I hope you're not uncomfortable, being naked in front of me? There's no need to be.

"No. I'm not. Since dad's not around"

"No! He's not, is he." She agreed. "You said touching? How so?" She asked, now again studying his erection.

"She lets me rub her tits and rub between her legs." He faked sheepishness, with his reply.

"Her pussy." She brazenly queried 

"Yes, through her jeans."

"Does she have an orgasm?"

"Yes. She likes that part."

"Does she touch you?"

"Yes. Through my jeans. But not long. She's shy." He continued lying. Gale had told him she had spied on her mom engaged in sex. Having conveyed the fact to him that she had watched her mother perform oral sex on her latest boyfriend, it had taken little effort to talk her into trying it.

"She'll come around." Raefellow added. "But I understand. I suppose you want to touch her beneath her clothes, yes? And for her unzip your pants and touch this long enough for you to ejaculate?"

"Yes. Ahhh!"

While uttering the word "this" Raefellow had moved her hand. With her fingers, she displaced her son's hand and feather stroked the swollen vein running up the underside of his rigid shaft. As she lightly wrapped her hand around it, she hoped he would not bolt. Seeing his wide eyes staring at her hand, she softly began stroking and cooing, "You're such a good boy. This is the least I can do. Doesn't mama always know what her young man needs?"

"Yes. Mother."

Seeing Randy's eyes flutter and partially close, she turned her full attention to his erection.

"Your cock's bigger than your dads." She whispered her thoughts aloud, lamenting her own frustrations. "He hasn't been this hard in years. I've never been with another man, Randy, just your dad. But he's gone so much. I would never want to hurt him. Your cock is so beautiful, Baby!"

Turning slightly, she lowered her head. She began to suck the swollen, domed head as she tightened her grip, pumping rhythmically. Her left hand roamed over her son's chest and flat, muscular stomach. 

She soon became aware of his efforts to fondle her breast She stopped her sucking.

"You want to touch them? Here, Sugar, this will help."

Raefellow quickly unbuttoned the full dress down to the waist, slipping out of the top as she would a shirt.

"Scoot over and up a bit." She directed, as she reached to unhook and discard her bra. Maneuvering to lie on her right side, ninety degrees to her son's near sitting posture, she proceeded to retake most of his erection into her mouth. With her right hand now cupping his balls, the left forefingers lightly pumping at the base of the shaft, her mouth churned off and on of her boy's manhood. Now exposed, her heavy, ample tits were within arms reach of Randy's hands. He fondled them, plucking at the nipples.

He soon ignored her tits and began pulling at her dress and trying to uncover her crotch, just out of his reach. Again, she reluctantly left his stiff manhood to maneuver her body along side him, pulling the dress up around her waist.

"You're such a good son." She praised, again acquiring a grip on his manhood. "Give Mama a kiss, Baby."

Faking childish innocence, Randy's lips pressed against her cheek as his left hand again caressed her tits, switching from one to the other, with experienced greed.

Raefellow turned her head to place her lips to his. Her tongue darted into his mouth. She pulled firmly on his erection long moments before she broke the lustful kiss. "Have you forgotten this?" She reached to guide his left hand from her breast to her sodden, panty-covered crotch. Randy immediately began to probe the treasure. His touch was bliss to her over sensitive pussy. They both stared at her crotch as his fingers played over her panty-covered pussy. Her dark haired, lavish bush sprayed out from the confinement.

"You're a good boy, Randy. And such a big boy." She whispered. "I want your desires to become real. Here."

She reached and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side.

"Touch it, Sugar. Touch Mama's treasure." She directed, spreading her thighs.

They both became entranced as they watched. When Randy's middle finger began sliding up and down between her wet, glistening pussy lips, Raefellow's breaths quickened.

"Suck my tit, Baby. Suck Mama's tit. Hard." She directed. 

She moaned loudly and was aware, physically and visually, of the boy's seemingly reluctance to follow his male instincts with his finger. Holding back, he was playing his innocent part well.

"It's alright. Do it! Stick it in me. There! Yes! Ohhh, fuck yes!" She moaned, as his middle finger disappeared into her. She yanked desperately on his stiff shaft. Her attention was glued to the activity between her legs.

"Agggg!"

The sound was followed by a wet, warm sensation skimming her forearm and stringing across her belly. Instinctively, she knew Randy had ejaculated. Feeling the fingerfuck quicken then slow, she suppressed the intense fire in her crotch and braced for the possible rejection that might surface. 

"Ouuu! Baby. You needed that. Was it good?" She cooed, continuing to grip and pull more slowly at his still near rock hard shaft.

"Unn Huu!" Randy moaned, releasing the suction on her tit.

"Ahhhhhhh!" She moaned as he pushed his finger deep into her. "Your cum shot all over my belly." 

Randy pulled his finger out of her and proceeded to finger-paint over his ejaculate over her belly.

"Randy, it's special when a woman spreads her legs for a man, to let him touch her or put his cock inside her. Do want to stick your cock in my pussy now? Do you want to fuck Mama?"

"Yessss. You've seen the magazine. It's all I think about." He whimpered. "Ever since I saw you and dad doing it." He had been inspired by Gale's confession and spied a bit himself.

"I'm so glad I came home early. Come over."

Randy ceased his painting. He scurried to give way as she maneuvered herself nearer the center of the bed. Then, deliberately, as in the picture, she lay on her back, knees spread, feet flat on the bed. 

"Take my panties off, Baby."

He took the position he had only fantasized about, between his mother's knees, as Raefellow lifted her ass to assist the removal of her panties. The dress was gathered tightly around her waist. But, effectually, she was as naked as her son.

"Scoot closer." She directed.

Randy scooted closer forcing her knees back, feet becoming airborne, as his thighs came against her ass. She felt electricity shoot through her as his rigid shaft raked her clit, coming to rest atop her matted bush. She reached to finger the swollen head.

"You're a good son, Randy. Always doing what mother asks. Now, put you cock in my treasure and fuck your Mama good."

As directed, Randy took hold of his manhood and poked at her bush.

"There, Sugar, right thereeeeee!."

Raefellow felt her son's manhood sink deep. She had been penetrated deeper than ever and it was bliss. She pulled him down against her breast as they began a quick paced rhythm, her heels tapping his buttocks with each thrust. Her moans and labored breathing filled the bedroom. His lustful whimpering filled her ears. Both were aware of the semen on her belly.

"You're a good motherfucker She chanted. "So long and thick. Can you feel the cum on my belly. Your cum. Yesss, Baby! Fuck Mama's treasure. Fuck my fuckhole. Uuhhhh! Uuhhh!"

Raefellow quickly neared orgasm as she humped vigorously beneath the boy. Her chanting became more biting as she sought climax.

"You spied on me and your dad, you little bastard. You saw his cock pumping my cunt, didn't you...DIDN"T YOU...you fuckun little pervert?"

"Yes! Mother! Yes!"

"And you wanted to fuck me? Wanted to fuck your Mama? Well, your fantasy has come true. You don't need the picture of that bitch anymore. Your cock... is pumping...pumping" Her body stilled momentarily as the orgasm seized her. "pummmpiiinnnggg... OHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUKKKK! Fuuuuccckkk."

As the orgasm subsided, she became aware of Randy's hands moving to grip her buttocks, locking her in tight under him. He thrust with a measured, deep penetrating thrust. She knew he was near.

"Yes! Baby! Cum in Mama pussy." She coaxed. "Fill Mama's belly.

She listened to his labored breathing, moving her ass in rhythm as best she could. Finally she felt the deep stab and felt his cock jerk repeatedly, filling her with incestuous cum.

They lay limp and spent. Raefellow stroked her son's back lightly.

"I meant to pull it out. I'm sorry, Mom."

"Shhh! Don't be concern, Baby. Mama can't get pregnant." She whispered. "I don't ever want you to pull out."

"You wanted it then?"

"Yes. I wanted it."

She felt the gentle thrusts and hoped the boy's cock would stiffen. It did, and mother and son were once again lost in incestuous lust. The bed was soon soaked with her sweat as she sought her second orgasm.

Her mind returned to visions of her son watching her fuck her husband. Hoping his cock pumping into her pussy was clearly visible to her son, electrified her clit. She made no effort to stifle her pleasure and her moans filtered clearly throughout the spacious apartment. 

"Ahhhhhh!! Ahhhhh!! AHHHHHH!" She cried as she was engulfed by the strong orgasm. 

She felt dazed and exhaled. "What aarrree youuu doinng, Baby?" She moaned, watching her right leg being lifted and pushed across her body, causing her body to swivel. Her son remained embedded in her as he rolled her to her chest. He pulled her hips upward. Realizing he meant to doggy-fuck her, she maneuvered to her knees, being careful to retain penetration.

"Easy, Baby. You're so big and hard." She cautioned. "Give me a minute to relax my pussy. Yes! Baby. Do it slow for a bit. I know what you want."

Randy complied with her desires and stroked slowly but deeply into her pussy.

"Whew! You're long. I'm positive you're touching my womb with the head"

"You OK??" He asked.

"Yes, Sugar, Mama's better than OK."

He increased his rhythm only slightly, letting his hands roam over her ample ass. He had no desire to cum at the moment his cock only simi-erect, and so fucked her slowly for long minutes hoping to regain full erection.

"You like my butt, Sugar?" She inquired.

"Very much." He assured her. "I've wanted to fuck you like this for so long. I'm going to fuck you slow, like this. No heated passion, so when I cum I'll feel it build up and explode into you."

"Tell me, Baby. Tell Mama when you're about to shoot off. Tell me!"

"I will, Mother. I will!"

Other than her occasional purr, to telegraph her continuing pleasure, they were silent as he fucked her from behind. His thoughts revisited a movie of primitive cave dwellers, of a female on her knees at the waters edge gathering water, and of a male's approach, kneeling behind her, penetrating her, fucking her. He believe male-behind-female was the natural position for sexual intercourse, and truly the most erotic. He could feel his erection now; rock-hard. Still he pumped with a slow steady rhythm. 

"I'm getting close, Mother!" He whispered. I'm getting close. You ready?"

"Yes, Randy! Mothers ready."

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Ohhhh fuckkkkkk!"

"I feel it, Randy!" She exclaimed. "I can feel your dick jerk and, ohhh yes, your cum."

As he relaxed he pulled slowly from her and flopped to his back beside her.

II

Randy lay on his back fondling his limp cock and balls. With his head twisted sideways, he stared at the illuminated doorway of his bathroom. Except for her knees, Raefellow, his mother was out of sight. He could hear her humming as she sat on the toilet peeing. He saw fully as she stood.

"I need to tidy up." She said, smiling warmly. "May I use your shower?"

Raefellow moved to the tub without seeing her son's nod. Stepping into the tub, she squatted and began to adjust the water, then to soap and latter her womanhood.

Randy hesitated to follow, but was hoping to join his mother in the shower. Needing to pee, he, without looking at her, faced the toilet. Hesitantly sneaking peeks at her, he found wonder and awl in the scene before him.

Raefellow looked curiously at her son's odd facial expression.

"What?" She inquired warmly.

"That's the most awesome thing I've ever seen"

"This? I wash like this often. Especially after sex."

"It's beautiful."

"Really!!"

"Yes!" He admitted, now standing close to the tub."

"You're funny. Give me a second and we'll shower." 

Randy joined his mother behind the shower curtain.

"Here, scrub my back." Raefellow directed, handing Randy a soaped washcloth.

Randy happily did as directed. And, though just fucking her, he hesitantly soon extended his scrubbing downward to her buttocks.

"That is not my back, young man." She teasing scolded. "No, Baby, don't stop. I love having my ass rubbed."

After long minutes, she turned, took the washcloth from him, soaped it, and proceeded to gently wash between his legs. "Do you think badly of me, Randy? I don't know what came over me..."

"No, Mom, of course not."

"You know we must keep all this secret. If your dad finds out we're fucking each other, he'll likely shoot us. If he doesn't kill us, he'll put us out on the street for sure. You understand, Randy?"

"Mother, I'm not brain dead." He replied, sarcastically, then a bit more anxious. "You're saying that we can do this again. 

"I wasn't implying you were, silly. And, if you wish... I don't want to scar you or anything...but I stay horny... we will have ample opportunities to fool around. You hungry?"

"Yea. You taking us to dinner?"

"Boy, have you got a lot to learn. A lady gives you some pussy, you're expected to buy her dinner." She taunted, using the word "pussy" with little inhibition. 

"But I'm broke." 

"You're always broke." Raefellow laughed.



Mama Fucks Son In Law



I have known my mother (Linda) a lot longer than I have know my wife. She was the one that got my wife and I together. There was a new year's eve party planned and her daughter didn't have a date for that night. Linda had asked me if I would be her daughter's date. I didn't know her daughter but had seen her with Linda a few times. 

Her daughter's name is Sheila and she is nineteen and ten years younger than me. I accepted her invitation and went to Linda's house to pick up Sheila. This was going to be a blind date. My mother had already talked to her daughter about me being her date. 

I arrived at the appointed time and rang the door bell. Linda answered the door wearing a low cut blouse showing a lot of tits. They looked ready to spill out. She knew I was looking and she smiled and said come in.

Sheila came in and she was pretty, standing about five foot eight inches tall. She had a blouse on like her mama and also a set of tits just like her mama. They both were wearing jeans and boots. They were so tight that I could see the shape of their pussy in them.

I was introduced to the father and husband. He knew me since we had grew up together. Working at his job was what he did most of the time. Taking care of his wife's needs didn't concern him, so her needs were being took care of by other men.

At the party Sheila and I had a very good time, dancing and she had some tom collins while I stuck with beer. On the way home I pulled into a secluded place that I knew. I had fucked a few women here before. Even though this was our first date, we had already kissed a lot and my hands had been all over her breasts.

We parked and begin to kiss some more, soon I felt her hands all over my cock. She knew how to stroke a cock to get it hard. She even had got my cock out of my pants. I thought that her pussy was going to be mine tonight. I removed her blouse and bra. Sucking on her tits made her hot. Putting my hands on her stomach, I worked them to her panties, that's when she stopped me.

John, we can do anything we want except fuck. I promised mama that I would be a virgin bride on my wedding day. You can suck my tits, but your fingers, cock, or tongue will not be going in my pussy. I will give you a blow job if you want me to.

Believe me I kept trying to get into her pants that night. I didn't, but I did get to cum in her mouth and she swallowed.

After I took her home and walked her to the door. She asked if I would like to see her again. I said sure and we starting dating. I kept trying to get her to fuck. She did let me eat her one night after she had a lot more to drank. That was her first orgasm, she told me after we had dressed.

I live in a trailer house, not very fancy, but it was my home. Linda worked at night and she left home like she was going to work. She knocked on my door and said that she needed to talk to me.

I have talked with Sheila and she says that the two of you are in love, and she doesn't know if she can keep saying no to you much longer. My daughter has promise me that she will be a virgin on her wedding day. If you want to fuck me, you can right now, but if you don't, I know some more men that want to fuck me. I will be getting some cock tonight. It might as well be yours. I would rather that after tonight that you fuck me instead of one of your whores that you know.

That's was the way that it was, Linda knew very well that I wanted to fuck her. I knew she was a wife slut and was putting out to a lot of men. Before I even met her daughter I had already asked Linda to fuck a few times. She had given me a few blow jobs, but I had never fucked her. Here she was in my house tonight ready to give her pussy to me.

Sure I would like to fuck you Linda. Tonight will be fine with me.

We were sitting at the bar, I know this isn't right she said as she stood up and took off her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were already hard. I am horny tonight. I need your cock in me John.

I stood up and took my shirt off. Her hands found the light switch and she cut the lights off. We can't have your neighbors seeing us like this.

Her hands felt my cock and she reached down and unzipped my pants and set my cock free. She kneeled down and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked on it and I put my hands on her head and held her as I fucked her mouth. I was getting close and I cummed in her mouth and she swallowed all of my load. She licked every drop of my semen.

Come lets go to your bedroom, she said. Here lets get out of our clothes as we entered the room.

She wasn't wearing any panties and I could tell that she was wet. She had a shaved pussy. There was no way I was going to eat her. Her pussy has had a lot of cock in it from a lot of men. I would fuck her with a condom on.

Come on baby, fuck me, she said.

I got a condom out of the drawer and she helped me put it on. Then she laid on the bed and spread her legs.

Getting between her legs, I aimed for her opening and she reached down and got my cock in her hand and inserted it into her. With one plunge I had my eight inch cock buried all the way in. Then I really started to fuck her. She wrapped her legs around me and fucked me back with every stroke. 

I could tell that she loved to fuck. She moaned and talked the whole time I was fucking her. She let you know when she had an orgasm. She screamed and moaned about how good it felt for her to reach her climax. She had another orgasm as I fulled the condom with my semen.

I withdrew my cock and she took the condom off and peeled the condom back so she could get to my cum. She held it to her mouth and sucked the condom dry. She loved to fuck and she also loved a man's cum. She licked her lips and said that she wanted some more cock tonight. 

I had heard the talk around town, she would lay with a man and then get up and find another one to lie with the same night. She was getting dressed and she said remember I will give it to you anytime you want some pussy.

Alright, I said what about next week. I wasn't about to quit fucking the whores that are giving me their pussy until I was engaged or married.

Sheila and I dated, got engaged, and married. Every week until the wedding day her mama came to my house or I met her somewhere and we fucked. Sheila was a virgin on our wedding night.

I taught her how to fuck. I was glad that I was the one that got her cherry. Yes, I am still fucking her mama. Linda's husband, likes to fuck her only on Saturday night. If something comes up that night, she has to wait another week for his cock.

Sheila and I have been married twenty years and she doesn't know that I am getting her pussy and her mama's pussy. Sheila doesn't like to fuck but two times a week, sometimes in the week we don't fuck at all. Her mama takes up the slack.

Then one day I came home early and there was a Jody banging Sheila in our bedroom. I backed out and got into my truck and went and fucked her mama. I couldn't say anything, Sheila doesn't know that I know that she has become like her mama. I guess it runs in the family, both daughter and mama love more than one cock.

I guess I am reaping what I have been sowing. I do know that both daughter and mama love to fuck more than I man. We have two daughters, what will their mama do to keep them virgins until their wedding day. 

I think I know: she will fuck.



Mama Likes It Dirty



Alan sat down at a table in the back of the nearly empty restaurant and ordered a scotch. He was early, giving him a chance to organize his thoughts and think about ways to direct the conversation.

Nervous? A little. But mostly he felt a tingle that had been absent for too many years.

Lois entered the dining area and squinted in the dim light. Where the ... oh, back there. She walked to his table. 

Alan stood, kissed her lightly, then pulled out her chair.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked with a nervous laugh.

He waited until the waitress came by and took her drink order. A glass of chardonnay. Nothing too oaky.

"It's no big deal, I promise," he began. "But I think we both recognize that things have been ... a little different lately. Kids all grown up. You're knocking em dead in real estate land. I'm doing more since Meadows retired."

She listened, a little confused. Was he ... what was this all about?

He reached under the table and took her hands as he realized where her thoughts were heading.

"I love you, honey," he said. "This might be a new stage for us, but we're going to get through this together. Maybe even in ways that can bring a little excitement back into our lives ... or ... our marriage ... or ... our ... um ... bedroom."

She relaxed a little.

"Well, I didn't know where you were going just then," she admitted.

"I know," he said. "I didn't mean to confuse you. But I want to ask you about something."

She looked wary again. So, there was something on his mind.

He was 51. She, 49. They both had put on a few pounds, but they had their health and their humor intact. They chased Springsteen whenever he toured. They had followed the Saints to the Super Bowl. They cooked together, voted the same way and found time to help out with Meals on Wheels.

So, what was this all about?

"Remember the other night ... " he said before hesitating. "When I was downstairs? And I asked if I could check my e-mail on your laptop?"

Lois lost some of the color in her cheeks. Oh, boy.

"Yeah, so I promise I wasn't snooping," he said slowly, "but you had a dvd in the computer ... "

Oh, shit.

"Yeah, so ..."

"Honey," she started. "I wasn't ... I mean ... I just ... sometimes I get curious and ... oh, honey, this really wasn't anything about you ... I just ..."

He interrupted her with a small smile.

"It's ok. It's ok. I promise," he said. "I'm not upset or anything. I mean ... just the opposite, really."

They were quiet for a moment. They both took a much-needed sip of their drinks.

"Just the opposite?" she said after a pause.

"Um ... yeah," he said. "It was ... um ... let me be real honest here ... it was really hot, I thought. A real big turn-on ... not just the movie ... which ... oh, baby ... but the fact that you had it .... that you had been watching it ... and then me thinking about what you might have been doing ..."

She blushed but looked relieved.

"Wow," she said after a minute. "I was afraid you would be really, really pissed."

"Well, that's kind of what I want to talk to you about," he said. "We've been together for so long, and neither one of us is at fault here, but we're so ... so ... stuck in our routine that who knows how many things there are about you that I have no clue about. And I have some secret thoughts of my own I wouldn't mind sharing after all this time.""So what are you proposing?" she asked.

"How 'bout if we try to figure out a way to kind of put Alan and Lois in a closet every now and then. See who we have left. Maybe we watch one of your naughty dvds one night. Maybe I ask you to do something that's a little outside of your comfort zone another night. I think we just need to open up a little with one another."

"I'm listening," she said. "I'm a little nervous though. I'm not sure I ever could have told you about ... um ... that particular dvd."

Alan smiled to himself. He had watched only a few minutes, but it was quite an eyeful -- literally. A porn star knelt in a circle of six men while they took turns spurting cum all over her face. No, he couldn't see Lois bringing up that one the next time they looked at the TV guide.

"I've been thinking about that, too," he said. "Why don't we take advantage of the 21st century? We have so many ways to communicate now. Maybe you'd feel more comfortable mentioning something like that if we weren't sitting face to face."

Alan reached into his pocket and put a smart phone on the table.

"What's this?" she asked.

"This is the bat phone," he said with a grin. "I'm giving you one, and I have another one just like it. It's for when Alan and Lois are away and you and I want to talk to another part of each other. Maybe I send you a text. Maybe you leave me a voice mail. Maybe we set up new e-mail accounts. Whatever you think is best. I just think we might find it easier to share some of these thoughts in a different way. We'll keep our other cell phones, but these will be for the hidden us. No one else in the world will have these numbers."

Lois picked up the phone and looked at it.

"So if I want to see ... the other you ... I just text your bat phone or call or whatever," she said.

"That's right. It'll be our secret signal. I'll already have an idea of why you're calling if my bat phone rings."

"Ok," she said, slowly. "Just a trial period, for now. Two weeks. If either of us feels uncomfortable after two weeks, we try something else."

"Deal," he said. "Oh, baby, this is gonna be awesome!"

"Wait," she said. "What do we call ourselves?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, you know, if we're putting away Alan and Lois, I still need to know who I'm talking to."

He hadn't thought about that. 

"Well," he said. "We'll just have to ..."

"I know!" she interrupted, then laughed. "You know how we always said we were never going to fall into that trap that so many parents fall into. Where we start calling each other 'Mother' and 'Daddy' or whatever. 'Let's wash the dishes, now, Mother.' I mean, I know why we did that. We had to try to keep some parts of our identities intact when we were so busy with the kids. But the kids are grown now. And I kind of like the idea of having a sugar daddy. How bout if I call you Big Daddy and you call me your Hot Mama? That's so cheesy it could be fun ... and sexy."

"That's awesome!" he said. "You got it. Let's order some dinner now, Mama. Big Daddy's about to starve!"

***

Their lovemaking that night reminded Alan of their days in college -- exploring each other's bodies with fingers, mouths and eyes as if they had stumbled onto some paradise never seen before and not likely to be seen again.

He rolled onto his back, took her hands and guided Lois so that she straddled him. Her big, soft breasts hung down almost to her belly button. He lifted them up and played with her nipples in the candlelight, then noisily kissed and sucked her.

For too many years, their sex had been confined to the missionary position, a sheet over Alan's back while he blindly fucked her. Now, Lois felt a forbidden thrill as she saw Alan's eyes rove all over her. He drank in her voluptuous body.

His hard cock pressed urgently against her pussy. He reached down and held it up for her.

She understood his silent request. With a soft moan, she slowly sat back. All these years we've been together, she thought, and yet it's like I'm naked for the first time.

He pinched her nipples while she fucked him. She closed her eyes. This was so much to take in at once. Her pussy grew wetter as she found a rhythm. 

Alan watched her heavy tits jiggle and heave. Her eyes closed more tightly and her face grew taut. They didn't speak -- they never did. But she moaned more loudly now -- a long, guttural sigh that came from somewhere deep inside her soul. The sound seemed to startle them both.

"Oh, god," she gasped.

"Oh, god," he echoed her. "Come on, baby."

He slipped his hands under her big ass as she continued to ride him. The sounds of their breathing seemed to flirt and dance with one another before catching on in unison. So deep. So heavy. So ...

"OH, MY GOD!" she exclaimed, as the rush began.

"OH, OH, BABE!" he answered.

Their orgasms collided ... embraced ... soared off together. 

Alan wrapped his arms around Lois and pulled her sweet, damp body against his. All that's left, he thought with a smile ... two lovers ... conjoined ... one inseparable, naked soul.

Well, it was a start.

***

Alan waited two days before tapping the texting icon. 

What to say, what to say, what to say, he thought. God, it was like composing a note in the eighth grade. 

Hello, Hot Mama, he typed.

Pause.

Shit, he thought. It's not a damn CB radio.

Let's try this again.

Hi, baby.

Better.

Thursday night was amazing. Can't imagine a more incredible hello ever ... even among all the Big Daddies and Hot Mamas in the history of the entire universe. 

I don't do smiley faces, but if you want to imagine one, color it big and happy.

Love,

Big Daddy

***

They came home from church on Sunday and changed into their gardening clothes. 

There had been no response to his text ... no acknowledging that bat phones even existed.

But there had been something else. Quiet smiles. Holding hands. 

Lois bent over to pull a pesky weed. Alan enjoyed the glimpse of the deep tan cleavage in her tank top, and Lois caught him looking.

"Naughty boy," she said with a smile.

"I'm just enjoying the flowers," he said, feigning innocence.

They both laughed.

She stood up and arched her back. Her red hair was in a pony tail. 

"Doesn't it bother you a little bit?" she asked slowly. "How much weight I've gained? I'm not exactly in my 20s any more."

He put his arms around her and kissed her.

"Oh, baby," he said. "Whatever weight you've put on has been in all the right places. I think you're more beautiful than ever."

"You're sweet," she said. "I'm not sure I believe you, but you're sweet."

***

At the grocery store later that afternoon, Alan bought a blank romance card. 

Dear Mama, he wrote.

Your beautiful body turns me on now more than ever. I want to hold your big breasts and spank your sweet ass and make mad passionate love to you. When can we play again?

Love,

Big Daddy

***

Alan woke up early, showered and finished packing. Wiggs wouldn't expect a report before Monday. He'd tackle the e-mail once he got home.

His phone chimed again. Not my phone, he realized with a smile. The bat phone.

He hit the message icon.

"Tell me something you like."

He didn't have to think very long. Yesterday's phone call had broken down all kinds of barriers. The lines of communication were an eight-lane highway.

"I like your hairy pussy," he typed. "So many women shave now. I love it bushy and wild. A real woman's cunt."

He hit Send and held his breath. In the context of all the things he had said to her yesterday, the message seemed fine. But it's a little different once you're waiting for a response, he thought.

Another chime.

"So you don't want me to go to a spa and endure all kinds of painful waxing? You are so hard to please! ; ) "

He laughed with relief.

"I'll show you how hard I am," he typed back.

***

He checked his bag at the USAir counter and found his way to the gate. It would be a good 30 minutes before they'd begin boarding.

"Something else I like," he tapped into the phone. "Predictable, I guess. Black fishnets. Red nail polish. Your big tits and ass."

He waited for a few minutes, then figured she was tied up. He flipped his way into the Sports pages of the Pittsburgh Press Gazette. Steelers look tough, as usual, he thought.

She texted him back about five minutes before the plane began boarding.

"Cum home to mama, daddy."

***

Alan walked into the restaurant and smiled when he saw her. Same table as last time, he thought. And yet, so many changes in one short week.

Lois stood up and kissed him.

"I'm so glad you're home," she said.

She had unbuttoned an extra button on her white blouse, but she still looked pretty in a classy way. Black skirt and hose. Two-inch heels. Her hair was in a French braid.

"You look awesome," he said, as he sat down in a chair next to hers.

"Thank you," she said. "How was the flight?"

They made small talk about work and their adult children. The waiter arrived with their drinks. Alan raised his glass to her.

"You're so beautiful, baby," he said.

She clinked her wine glass against his scotch. 

"And you," she said in a low voice, "make my pussy so fuckin' wet."

The chardonnay hid her smile as Alan tried to regain his composure. He took a breath and exhaled slowly.

"I'm not sure I can make it through dinner at this rate," he joked.

"I'm kinda counting on that," she said. "I booked a room at the Doubletree across the street."

"Are you serious?" he asked. 

She answered with another smile.

"Put your hands under the table, Daddy," she said.

He was totally off balance, but he did as he was told.

She found his wrists and pulled them together. Then she put something soft and damp in his left palm.

"My panties," she said. "Told you I'm fuckin' wet. Get the check, please, Daddy?"

***

They kissed all the way through the elevator ride to the 15th floor. He couldn't keep his hands off of her. She was wearing a camisole under her blouse ... enough support for her heavy breasts, but none of the confining latches of a bra. The feel of her big, soft tits drove him crazy.

The door opened, and they stumbled into the corridor, laughing and holding each other. Punch drunk on love and desire.

She lit a half-dozen candles as soon as they entered the room. She had booked a suite with a sofa against a picture window. The lights of Atlanta sparkled all around them.

She sat on the couch with her legs parted noticeably. Her skirt was long enough to cover her thighs, but her posture hardly kept Daddy's mind from reeling. He still had her panties in his coat pocket.

She loved watching his eyes devour her. For all of the compliments he had paid her in his card and over the phone, this seemed the most sincere. She felt pretty ... sexy ... adored. She wanted to drive him crazy.

He had nearly opened her blouse completely on the elevator ride. Now he wanted more.

"Take off your blouse, Mama," he said. "I want to see those beautiful breasts."

She looked at him for a moment.

"Daddy," she said. "You know what I like ..."

"Take off your blouse," he corrected himself. "I want to see those big beautiful titties."

She smiled and slowly finished unbuttoning her top. She tossed the blouse into a corner and leaned forward. Her big nipples poked through the thin material of her camisole. One of the spaghetti straps slid halfway down her shoulder.

"What do you want, Daddy?" she whispered. "I'll give you anything."

He leaned down and kissed her hungrily, their tongues playing and wrestling. He pulled back and breathlessly slid the straps of her camisole all the way down her arms.

Mama hooked her thumbs in the lingerie and slid it down slowly. His cock grew hard as her tits came into view, but he didn't move.

"Play with them for me, Mama," he said. "Push them together and imagine my cock in between them. Tweak your big juicy nipples and make your pussy wet. I want to see how you fuck yourself."

Mama groaned involuntarily and cupped her big jugs in either hand. With eyes half shut, she tugged and pinched her hard, fat nipples.

Daddy's breath grew fast and heavy.

"I want you to do something for me, Mama," he said. "I want you to hold up one of those big fuckin' titties and lick it. Tease it with your tongue."

She was shocked and thrilled. She put both hands around her left breast and held it toward her face. Then she lowered her chin and stuck out her tongue. Her nipple glistened as she flicked it over and over in the candlelight.

It was Daddy's turn to groan. The sight of his normally conservative wife licking her own breast made his balls ache, but he wanted more.

"No, Mama," he said. "Suck that big titty the way I would suck it. Come on. Bite it. Lick it. Chew it."

She closed her eyes completely and opened her mouth wide. With loud slurping noises, she sucked her tit. She pinched her nipple between the fingers of both hands, then leaned down and bit it. She licked it, blew on it, then slurped it some more.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck," growled Daddy. "That is so fuckin' hot."

With her right hand, Mama cupped her other tit and raised it to the same level. Then she alternated back and forth between the two, licking, slurping, biting and sucking her nipples while Daddy watched and groaned.

He moved closer and leaned down. His tongue touched her nipple at the same time Mama's did. They sucked and kissed it together, then french-kissed each other. 

"Stand up for a minute, Daddy," she said, quietly. She unzipped his slacks and unbuckled his belt.

"I want to see your dick," she said.

He was rock hard and ready. 

"Oh, Mama," he moaned. "Suck my big fuckin' cock."

She smiled to herself and rubbed the underside of his shaft on her wet areola. Then she leaned down and sucked the head of his cock and her nipple at the same time.

"Oh, FUCK!" he said. "That is so fuckin' nasty, baby!"

She looked up and smiled. A thick string of spit drooled from her mouth and chin onto his cock and her tit.

"You like that, Big Daddy?" she asked. 

She rubbed his wet prick all over her jugs, then leaned down to slurp fuck-meat and nipples all over again.

"You're driving me fuckin' crazy!" he said.

Daddy couldn't decide what made him harder -- her hot mouth, mashing his cock against her boob, or just the sights and sounds of what she was doing to him.

Mama loved the feel of Daddy's dick. She cupped his balls in one hand and slathered more spit on his rod.

Daddy reached down and lifted her chin, then bent to kiss her wet lips. 

"Stand up so I can rip off those clothes," he said.

She laughed and playfully pushed him away.

"You most certainly will not!" she said. She slipped out of the camisole and hung it neatly on a chair. Then she stepped out of her skirt. She stood there with her legs parted, naked except for black stockings and heels.

"I didn't have fishnets on short notice," she said with a teasing smile.

Daddy felt lightheaded as he looked at her wide hips and naked tits. The room smelled like candles and pussy.

"Oh, Mama," he said.

He gently pushed her onto the couch, then knelt in front of her. He stroked the stockings covering her inner thighs, then leaned forward and licked her bushy cunt.

"Oh, Daddy!" she said, returned the greeting.

She scooted her big ass toward him, then held her legs straight up in the air. The thick pink lips of her pussy unfolded and glistened in her hairy snatch.

Daddy leaned in and kissed her cunt. With his thumbs, he gently spread her lips, then buried his tongue in her hot, soupy hole.

"Fuck, yes, Daddy!" Mama cried. "Eat my creamy cunt!"

He slurped her pink pussy lips and drove his tongue deeper and deeper into her swollen opening.

Mama reached down and pulled back the hood on her clit. She grabbed Daddy's hair and eagerly guided him upward. His hungry mouth found her hot little fuck button, and he flicked it as fast as he could.

"OH, FUCK ME!" she cried. "Oh, Daddy, you're gonna make my fuckin' pussy melt!"

Daddy pushed his hands under her big ass cheeks and opened her as wide as he could. Her hot juice soaked his beard. The whole room smelled like pussy.

Mama pulled his face tight against her plump body and threw her legs over his shoulders.

She could hardly breathe now, much less form words. She pinched her nipples and screamed into a pillow while Daddy tongue-fucked her to paradise.




Mama Likes It Dirty



"OHHHH, GOD!" she screamed.

She released him at last and lay halfway on the couch, halfway on the floor, panting, hair soaked, tits shining in the candlelight.

"Holy fuck, Daddy," she said at last. "That was fucking incredible."

Daddy smiled and crawled on the couch beside her. 

She kissed him and sucked his lips. 

"You taste like pussy juice," she said. "That is so fuckin' hot."

Daddy's hard cock throbbed against her thigh. She reached down and slowly began jacking him up and down.

"So, big boy," she said, softly. "How you gonna fuck me?"

Daddy closed his eyes for an instant and lay still, enjoying the feel of her hand on his dick.

"If I said you were the hottest, sexiest bitch I had ever laid eyes on, would you take that as a compliment?" he asked.

"Of course," she said. "How else could it be taken?"

"Then you'll let me fuck you like the dirty little bitch you are?"

"Oh, Daddy," she said. "Let's go into the bedroom. I think I'm gonna like this!"

He walked behind her, enjoying the jiggle of her voluptuous ass. She had somehow kept her heels on, and she looked hot as hell in stockings. She climbed onto the big bed on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at him.

He could see the reflection of her pretty face and big tits in a mirror across the room. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a smile.

"Come on, Big Daddy," she said. "Come fuck me doggie-style."

She spread her knees farther apart on the mattress and Daddy enjoyed the sight of her big white ass and wet hairy bush opening up for him.

He held his dick up to her cunt and slowly pushed forward.

"Oh, yeah," she said in a loud whisper. "Oh, Daddy, I can't wait to get fucked!"

Her sopping hole made a soft wet noise as he pushed into her.

"That's just my pussy saying hello, Daddy," she said. "Now get your rocks off in me."

He grabbed the bountiful cheeks of her ass and went at it, enjoying the sight of her big flopping tits in the mirror, slapping his balls against her clit.

She looked at the reflection of their faces – eyes half closed, mouths panting. We're fuckin' animals, she thought. 

"Oh, bang my cunt harder, Daddy!"

He loved the feel of her big soft ass in his hands and against his groin. Her fleshy curves did more to turn him on than any skinny uber model. 

"Oh, god, Mama," he said. "I'm so close!"

"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" she cried.

Their eyes met in the mirror, a look of lust on her face, strawberry blonde hair, wet and tangled. His arms and chest flexed from his efforts. Sweat glistened on his skin.

They gave in to the moment.

"Oh, FUCK!" he yelled.

She closed her eyes and cried and threw herself into him. They lost each other for a moment as their orgasms rocketed them each into a different world. A world where sound, smell, sight and touch melted together.

He heard a loud rushing in his ears as his cock spurted again and again in Mama's hot pussy. She felt her legs tremble and her nipples ache as her orgasm rose and crashed like so many waves.

They collapsed into each other, spent, wet and tired. Daddy pulled her close and they lay there -- eyes closed, totally removed from their physical selves. Souls talking in a language no one could hear.

He kissed her softly on the forehead and brushed a tear off her cheek. 

"Fancy finding you here," he joked, quietly.

"Do I know you?" she answered, smiling.

He kissed her again and wrapped his arms around her. She looked beautiful in a different way now -- naked and open, no secrets between them.

"It's ok, isn't it?" she asked. "Being bad, I mean. We'll always love each other, but we can play like this sometimes, right?"

He smiled into her eyes. 

"That was incredible," he said at last. "Who knew that being bad could be so good?"

She snuggled into his chest. 

"I see a lot of misbehaving in the years ahead of us, Daddy. Hope you bought us a long-term contract on those phones."



Mama Love Club



* Disclaimer: All characters are of legal age of 18 and over*

The premise

Elizabeth pulled back the curtain and looked out of the hotel window. Outside, the busy life of Tokyo flickered with the multitude of night lights. She turned back and looked at her son, Adam, who was laying in bed and watching television.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" she asked him.

Adam shrugged without looking at her.

"We've already visited everything on our list -- Osaka, Kyoto, and now Tokyo," listed out Elizabeth. She crossed the room and sat down on a low stool. "Tea gardens, zen temples, museums, restaurants. It has been a busy two weeks."

Adam nodded his agreement, his eyes glued to the television set.

"Two weeks and we still haven't seen anything weird," concluded Elizabeth.

Adam turned his head. "Are you still on that page?"

"Yes! I want to see the weird side of Japan that I've heard so much about."

Adam rolled his eyes. "We've already been to several porn stores. And, you dragged me to that sex cartoon theater."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"Well, it was pretty weird," mumbled Adam under his breath. Louder, he said: "What do you want to see? Tentacle porn? Or those shows where they eat poop and other nasty things?"

Elizabeth did not reply.

"I bet it's all just rumors," said Adam flipping the channel with the remote. "Something people made up about Japan."

"What about those videos on the internet?"

Adam shrugged.

Elizabeth sighed and wistfully looked towards the window. "The old man at the hentai theater said something about a place in Takasaki. What did he call it?" Elizabeth's forehead wrinkled as she tried to remember.

"Kinshinsokan Monogatari," said Adam at length. 

"That's right! What does it mean?"

Adam shrugged again.

"He said it was the kind of place we've been looking for."

"I'm not really looking for anything, mom."

"Don't be such a downer!" growled Elizabeth. "You wanted to come to Japan for your big birthday. It wasn't cheap, you know. Who knows if we'll ever come to Japan again. If we're here already, we might as well see everything we can. Right?"

"I guess," replied Adam.

Elizabeth smiled. "I'll get us tickets to Takasaki in the morning. It's only about an hour and a half away."

The search

"Did you see how she looked at me?" Elizabeth asked Adam as they walked out of a magazine shop.

"Mom, I don't think it's a good idea to be asking random people about this place."

"Who else would I ask? The concierge at the hotel wasn't any help, and I didn't find anything about it on the internet."

"Maybe the old man lied. Maybe this place doesn't exist."

"No, it's here. I know it. Why else would she look at me like that?"

"Maybe we should ask someone more appropriate?"

"Like who?"

"Like someone in there." Adam pointed towards a store decorated with posters of scantily clad schoolgirls.

By now, Elizabeth and Adam have been to several adult themed stores in Japan; not to mention a sex museum and a hentai theater. Thus, without another thought Elizabeth led the way into the porn store.

Inside, several men were quietly browsing along neatly organized isles. Nobody seemed to pay them any attention.

"Ask the guy at the counter," whispered Elizabeth and nudged Adam forward.

"Why me?" asked Adam, astonished.

"Because I asked the last person."

"Mom!" Adam fumed, but walked toward the counter nevertheless.

The man at the counter was flipping through a magazine. Adam cleared his throat to get the man's attention, but with little success.

"Shitsureishimashita," Adam managed.

The man at the counter looked up at him. "American?" he asked.

Adam nodded.

"How can I help?" asked the store clerk with a thick accent.

Adam sighed in relief. He understood Japanese, but speaking it was difficult for him. "I was wondering if you know where I can find a place called Kinshinsokan Monogatari? I was told it was somewhere here in Takasaki."

The clerk furrowed his brow. "No," he said and went back to reading his magazine.

Adam took a step back, then another.

"What did he say?" asked Elizabeth, suddenly appearing from behind.

"Nothing. He said that he didn't know."

"Are you sure? Maybe you should ask him again."

"This is pointless, mom. I'm hungry. Can we go find a restaurant?"

"Fine," said Elizabeth. "I'm hungry too."

"Good restaurant," suddenly said the porn store clerk, appearing next to them. He handed Adam a paper flier and looked curiously at Elizabeth. "Good food. You like."

"O-kay," said Elizabeth slowly. "Thank you."

They walked out of the porn store and onto the street. It was pretty quiet at this time of day, with only a few people walking by.

"It's just a few blocks away," said Adam reading the restaurant flier. "Want to try it?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "Sure. Locals usually know where to eat. Though, I don't know about that guy. He was kind of creepy."

They arrived at the restaurant ten minutes later. It was clean and inviting inside, but completely empty. Before they could turn around and walk out, a cheery old woman appeared out of the back room and led them to a table.

"Are you open?" asked Adam, looking around.

"Yes, yes," replied the old woman, bowing politely. She handed them a couple of menus and poured them some tea.

"Yeh! It's all in Japanese," said Elizabeth tossing the menu to the side. "Order something for me."

Adam's lips moved as he read over each Japanese character.

A few minutes later, Elizabeth heard her stomach growl. "Well? Did you pick something yet?" she asked impatiently.

"Not yet," mumbled Adam.

At that moment, a door to the restaurant opened and an older gentleman, dressed in a nice suit, walked in. He smiled when he noticed Elizabeth and Adam sitting at one of the tables.

"Ah, customers," he said happily. His freshly shined shoes glistened as he took several long strides towards their table.

"Perhaps I can be of some assistance in choosing your lunch." He spoke English with a nearly undetectable accent.

"You sure can," replied Elizabeth. The pleasantness of his appearance made her take an immediate liking to him.

"If you don't mind, let me order for you. I guarantee you won't regret it."

Adam looked up from the menu and frowned up at the stranger.

"Pardon my manners," said the man. "My name is Shigeo. I own several establishments, such as this one, around Takasaki. I'm always happy to see new people visiting our humble city, and I'm always happy to help."

"Okay," nodded Adam. "You know what's good to eat here better than me."

The man gave two claps and the old woman reappeared from the kitchen room. He spoke a few quick sentences to the woman. She bowed and shuffled away.

"How are you enjoying Takasaki so far?" asked Shigeo.

"We just got here in the morning," replied Elizabeth. "We got a hotel a few streets down. Haven't really looked around yet." Elizabeth pointed to a seat next to her. "Please, join us."

Shigeo bowed and lowered himself at their table.

"You absolutely have to visit our temples, and Lake Haruna is beautiful in the evening," said Shigeo.

The old woman came out of the back and brought out a few small dishes.

"Eat," gently instructed Shigeo. He poured himself a cup of tea, while they sampled the food.

"I don't know what this is, but it's good," said Elizabeth while chewing.

Shigeo smiled. "Where are you from?" he asked after taking a sip of the tea.

"California," replied Elizabeth after she swallowed.

"Ah, the Golden State," said Shigeo.

"Have you been?"

"No, but I've been to New York a few times on business."

"My name is Elizabeth, by the way."

"It's a pleasure, Elizabeth. And this young man? Is he your husband?"

"Oh no," said Elizabeth, flustered. "This is my son, Adam."

"Indeed?" Shigeo raised an eyebrow. "I do apologize for my assumption."

"No need to apologize," said Elizabeth. "I'm flattered."

"I'm pleased to meet both of you." Shigeo gave a little bow.

Several more plates of food were brought out for them and Shigeo gracefully pointed out each dish and explained what it was.

After a couple more minutes of small talk, Shigeo pushed himself up to leave. "I hope you enjoy your visit," he said politely. "Come back soon to enjoy more of our food."

He bent into a deep bow.

"Oh," said Elizabeth suddenly remembering. "You wouldn't happen to know of a place called Kinshinsokan Monogatari?"

"Kinshinsokan Monogatari?" Shigeo froze in mid-bow.

"Yes. We were told it was the place to check out around here. You haven't heard of it, have you?"

Shigeo straightened out and looked at Elizabeth. "As it happens, I have heard of it."

"Finally, someone who knows!" exclaimed Elizabeth. "Can you tell us how to find it?"

"Certainly. One moment." Shigeo walked into the kitchen and reappeared a few minutes later. "Here is the address and the directions from here. I hope my English writing isn't too terrible."

"It's excellent," said Elizabeth glancing at the piece of paper.

"Also, if you give them this," Shigeo brought out a business card, "You can get in for free." He winked. "I know the owner."

"Thank you," said Elizabeth. "I was beginning to think this place wasn't real."

"Oh, I assure you, it's as real as it gets." Shigeo looked at his watch. "I must apologize. Business calls me. Enjoy your lunch, and enjoy your time in Takasaki."

The first impression

"This place isn't far," said Adam when they walked out of the restaurant. He was still studying the directions that Shigeo had written. "About two miles. We can take a cab."

"It's a nice day." Elizabeth breathed in the crisp air. "Let's walk."

"Okay. This way then."

They found the place without much difficulty. It was a lonely, plain looking building with a small parking lot and a withered sign. There was no one in sight.

"Looks like it's not open yet," pointed out Adam as they stood staring at the building.

Elizabeth nodded. "What kind of a place do you think it is?"

"It looks like a club to me."

"And to me," said Elizabeth full of suppressed glee, "it looks like a weird kind of place."

Later that evening, Elizabeth and Adam had a cab drop them off a block away from the same building, only now the sign was lit and the front doors were open.

"I don't know why you had to dress up like this," said Adam eyeing his mother's sparkly skirt and overly skimpy blouse.

"If it's a club, like you said, then I have to look good."

"It's probably not the kind of place you want to draw attention to you."

Elizabeth dismissed her son with a hand wave as they approached the front doors, which were attended by a stocky, bald guy.

"Hello," said Elizabeth. She threw her thick chestnut hair over her shoulder and batted her eyelashes at the doorman.

The doorman squinted at them, crossed his muscular forearms and stood imposingly in front of the doors.

Adam quickly fumbled in his pocket, drew out the business card that Shigeo gave them earlier in the day, and handed it to the doorman. The doorman glanced at the business card and immediately showed them inside. He led them down a dark, narrow corridor and they paused in front of another set of doors. At the indication from the doorman, they removed their shoes and walked through the inner doors.

They emerged into a stuffy, dimly lit room. A young woman, wearing a revealing one-piece lingerie and carrying a tray of drinks, almost ran into them. A soft jazz tune, and murmur of people seated around small tables, filled the air.

Adam didn't notice right away the round stage in the center of the semi-circular room. But when he caught the sight, he felt a shiver run down his back. On the stage two people were having sex.

"Live sex show!" exclaimed Elizabeth a about the same moment. "Grab a seat, pal. I'll go order us some drinks."

Adam found himself alone and was suddenly aware of the multitude of eyes looking at him. Feeling self-conscious, he quickly looked around for an unoccupied table. He found one next to the back wall, furthest from the stage, and eased himself in. Even back here, in the dim light, he could feel the gaze of the others on him.

"Whiskey and coke," announced Elizabeth as she put down two glasses. She sat at the opposite side of the little table and looked at the stage. "I've never been to a live sex show before."

"I heard they are pretty common in Amsterdam," replied Adam, trying to appear unbothered.

Elizabeth stood up, and looked around. "Why did you pick a table all the way back here? There's one right at the front."

"I'm not going all the way to the front," said Adam through clenched teeth.

Elizabeth cocked an eye at him. "Adamin, are you embarrassed?"

"No."

"Fine. Be a buzzkill and stay here. I'm going to go sit at the front. Might as well get the full experience."

Adam breathed a sigh of relief when his mother walked away. She was one of the most easy-going people he knew, and sometimes she could be too much. He was still uncomfortable going into a sex shop with her, but a sex show was a lot worse. He couldn't even understand why he was still here, but the moans drifting from the stage reminded him that he was ever so horny. He saw his mom settle down at the table close to the stage. Satisfied that she was far enough away from him, he took a sip of the drink and adjusted the front of his pants.

Adam took a moment to survey the room. Surprisingly, the spectators consisted of couples. Men were dressed in suits, and women wore dresses. They made Adam feel way underdressed, and out of place. Most men were old enough to be grandfathers, though Adam noticed a few younger men, about his own age.

He turned his attention to the stage and wished he could see better. He craned his neck to see over several heads in front of him. He saw a man thrusting his hips between a naked woman's legs, in a missionary position.

Closer to the action, Elizabeth was only a couple of yards away from the stage, and she was getting quite an eyeful. Under the man's small ball sack, Elizabeth could see a hairy pussy, which looked to be abundantly moist. The woman's erratic moans were growing louder.

Elizabeth sipped her drink and watched the show with a smile on her lips. She was beginning to hope for a change of position so that she could get a look at the man and woman from the front. To her dismay, the man yelped, pulled his cock out and spilled his semen onto the woman's stomach. There was a moment of silence as the man's orgasm faded, then an appreciative murmur rose around the room.

Elizabeth studied the man and woman as they rose and, for a moment, stood naked facing the stage. She couldn't remember the last time she saw someone else completely naked like this. As the couple gathered their clothes and left the stage, Elizabeth noticed that the woman seemed to look older than the man. Though, she did agree that she was terrible at judging someone's age.

"Elizabeth?" someone called over her shoulder. She turned to look and was surprised to see Shigeo standing nearby. He smiled and took a few steps towards her. "It's so good to see you." He took her hand into his and pressed it gently.

It wasn't noticeable in the low light, but Elizabeth blushed. She didn't expect such a polite gentleman like Shigeo to be here.

"You come here often?" was all she could say.

"Not too often," laughed Shigeo. "Sometimes I take prospective clients here, if I know what they like. Are you enjoying the show?"

"Yes, but I just got here," said Elizabeth. "Do you want to sit down?" She pointed to the vacant chair, opposite to her.

Shigeo looked behind him, and appeared to be considering something. "It would be my pleasure," he said and settled at Elizabeth's table. "It looks like you've finished your drink. Allow me to order you another one." He waved at a waitress and placed an order.

"Are you alone here tonight?" asked Shigeo turning his attention back to Elizabeth.

"No," replied Elizabeth and glanced towards the back of the room. "Adam is here. Back there somewhere. He's being shy."

"I can understand him. This is an unusual place to visit with your mother."

"Not sure why he's acting this way. Though he can be uptight sometimes." Elizabeth shrugged. "I mean, we've been to a sex museum and a hentai theater together."

"That's quite adventurous of you two."

"We wouldn't do this kind of stuff back home, but you know, when in Japan..." Elizabeth let out a small laugh.

"I take it this is your first time to a place like this."

"Yes, but I hear they are quite common in Amsterdam."

Shigeo chuckled. "Amsterdam has nothing like this place."

"Why is that?"

"This place is much better than anything Amsterdam can offer. It is much more... real."

"Real?"

"Yes. The performers here are all amateurs."

"Oooh," mouthed Elizabeth. "That does make it better."

"Most of the couples here are performing for the first time. Though there are a few regulars."

The waitress brought a bucket of ice, with a bottle of champagne in it, and placed it on their table. She produced two delicate glasses and filled each one of them up with the bubbly liquid.

"Dom Perignon," announced Shigeo.

Elizabeth picked up her glass and gently clinked it against Shigeo's. "It's very good," she acknowledged after a small tasting.

Their attention was drawn to the stage on which an elderly man, dressed in a tuxedo and holding a microphone, began speaking to the audience. He reminded Elizabeth of a boxing ring announcer. The room fell silent as the man pointed into the audience, and a spotlight illuminated a table. At the table sat a comely middle-aged woman and a young man. They stood up and gave several courteous bows, as the man with the microphone waved them up on stage.

"Our dear host, Mr. Kimura, is about to introduce the next couple," explained Shigeo leaning closer to Elizabeth.

The couple made their way onto the stage and Mr. Kimura launched into a conversation with them. Elizabeth couldn't tell, but it appeared that the conversation was a humorous one and people in the audience would giggle from time to time. Mr. Kimura and the middle-aged woman did most of the talking, while the man stood quietly, with eyes sheepishly cast down.

"He looks pretty young," noted Elizabeth, not understanding a word of what was said.

Shigeo nodded. "Their names are Kayo and Ichiro. It's their first time," he explained.

---

Adam listened intently and tried to follow the fast flow of the conversation that was happening on the stage. He didn't catch every word, but could follow the conversation in general. Suddenly, Adam tensed and his eyes grew big.

"What? That's her son?" Adam looked at the young man on stage. "That can't be right."

Adam strained to hear and understand better. "No way!" he whispered and looked around the room. The audience appeared unmoved.

"This is crazy," whispered Adam. "That is her son."

Adam felt his mouth go dry as he listened to Mr. Kimura ask the woman about her work, life, and family. He was trying to guess as to why a mother and son were invited on the stage. But deep down inside he had a growing suspicion.

As if remembering, Adam turned and looked in the direction of his mom. That gentleman from the restaurant, Shigeo, was whispering something in her ear. Taking a big gulp of his whiskey and coke, Adam turned his attention back to the stage.

The host stepped off the stage, leaving the woman and the young man to themselves. The woman looked around the room then turned to look at her son. He stood with hunched shoulders and downcast eyes. She reached up a hand and touched him on the arm, from which he seemed to shrink away.

"No way!" thought Adam. "This isn't happening." He sucked his drink down as he kept watching with terrified excitement.




Mama Love Club



The woman's hand slowly drifted down until her fingers rested on the front of her son's pants. Slowly but surely she began unbuttoning his fly.

Adam glanced again at his mom, and knew that she had no clue what was really happening. He felt a momentary obligation to grab his unwitting mother and get the hell out of here. However, the momentary obligation was quickly replaced by a peculiar curiosity, and a strong urge in his crotch.

---

"This is intriguing," said Elizabeth. "I can't wait to see these two in action. Though Ichiro doesn't seem to be much into it."

Kayo had unbuttoned Ichiro's pants and his shirt. She pulled the shirt off of him, revealing his skinny, shivering body. Next, she pulled down his pants and knelt in front of his white briefs. With gentle hands, Kayo slid down his underwear. A murmur spread across the room -- Ichiro's cock was limp and shriveled; his balls appearing bigger than his shaft.

Kayo looked up at her partner's crotch and gently cupped his balls and cock in her palm. She began massaging them together. After about a minute of that, she inspected his privates again. Ichiro's cock was bigger now but still limp. Ichiro looked pitiful -- skinny and naked, with his pants around his ankles. But the room's attention has turned to Kayo, who turned to face the audience and began unbuttoning her blouse.

Kayo had a rather typical Japanese look to her -- jet black hair; pleasant, round face; high cheekbones; big and dark eyes; and a small mouth with thin lips. Her hair was short and fell loosely around her neck.

Elizabeth attempted to guess the woman's age, which was nearly impossible. But she did notice a few small wrinkles around the corners of Kayo's eyes, and thus decided that Kayo must be at least a few years older than her.

Kayo finished undoing her blouse and revealed a black brassiere that was pushing up a set of plump breasts. Looking straight at the audience, Kayo dropped her blouse and reached back to undo her bra. A moment later, her bra fell away.

Whispers drifted up from all over the room.

Elizabeth marveled at the woman's breasts. Larger than Elizabeth's, they were delightfully full and quite firm. Her skin looked to be milky-smooth in the dim lighting. Her nipples appeared big and dark, and were already beginning to harden.

Elizabeth shifted in the seat and felt her own body begin to react. She looked over at Shigeo. He was watching as calmly as if he was at the opera. She eyed him for just a moment longer, wondering, if it came to it, could she sleep with him.

"No. He's too old," she decided, turning her attention back to the stage.

Kayo was now unzipping her black skirt, which came down past her knees. She pulled it down off her hips, and exposed her black, silk panties. She looked at the audience with the tiniest of smiles, then turned to face her young companion.

Ichiro still appeared to be shrinking away. It was as if he was completely uninterested in what was about to happen.

Elizabeth drummed her fingers on the table in slight annoyance, and drained the rest of the champagne. A waitress appeared out of the dark and refilled her glass.

Kayo was on her knees again, only now she was wearing just her panties, presenting the view of her voluptuous rear to the audience. She gripped Ichiro's limp cock, firmer this time, and began jerking it.

"He's not really into it, is he?" said Elizabeth with a hint of complaint.

Shigeo leaned in closer. "I assume it's because he is still a virgin," he whispered.

"Really?" Elizabeth looked over at Shigeo.

"Yes," Shigeo looked back with a self-satisfied smile.

Astonished, Elizabeth looked back at the stage.

A virgin! Elizabeth could hardly believe it. She was about to see this boy have sex for the very first time.

By now, Ichiro's cock was getting hard from the energetic jerking that Kayo was giving him. It was probably one of the smallest manhoods that Elizabeth had seen, but that didn't seem to bother her.

Kayo continued working her hand until Ichiro was fully erect. She let go of his stiffness and looked at it. While Ichiro's cock was of a smaller calibre -- no longer than five inches -- its head was quite big and bulbous. With the foreskin pulled back, its tip looked like a purple mushroom.

Kayo placed both of her hands on the back of Ichiro's thighs and brought her head closer.

Elizabeth had to lean to one side of her chair for a better view. She saw the woman's tongue flick out and lick the underside of the cock. She licked up and down the bottom of the shaft several times, then stopped at the tip and swirled her tongue around the engorged, purple head. She touched her lips to the head, like she was kissing it. Parting her lips little by little, she allowed the cock to slide in.

Gently, Kayo began sucking the swollen tip of Ichiro's cock. She let it slide all the way out from her lips, like a big lollipop, then sucked it right back inside.

"At least, Ichiro is warming up to it," said Elizabeth, noticing that the young man seemed a bit more relaxed, and had placed both of his hands on Kayo's shoulders.

"Imagine what a task is before him," whispered Shigeo. "To lose his virginity in front of a bunch of strangers. Not every man his age could do it."

Strangely, Shigeo's words reminded Elizabeth that she did not come here alone. She turned her head and looked for Adam. He was still sitting at the same table, in the very back. He seemed to be intently watching the stage. Elizabeth bet that he had wished that he sat closer to the stage. Smiling, Elizabeth turned her attention back to the stage.

Kayo had stood up and was looking up at Ichiro. He was about a head taller than her. She took him by the back of his arms and pressed him into a tight embrace. Elizabeth couldn't see, but she imagined his cock was poking her in the stomach, while her tits were squashed against his abdomen.

Gently, Kayo released Ichiro. Taking a step back, she brought her hands to the bands of her panties. She slid them off casually and faced the audience, displaying a fuzzy patch of hair over her pussy mound.

The crowd responded with an approving hum.

Kayo turned back to Ichiro and grabbed his head in her hands. She brought his face closer and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. He didn't react, so she kissed him one on the lips. She locked her lips firmly onto his and pressed tighter to him.

"Not much of a kisser," commented Elizabeth. She was starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol and of her own arousal.

Still kissing her partner, Kayo began pulling him down. He yielded and lay down on his back. Kayo knelt next to him on her hands and knees. From only a few yards away, Elizabeth got a good look at her pussy. It wasn't nearly as hairy as the previous performer's. In fact, besides the pubic patch, her pussy lips were devoid of pubic hair. Her labia were perfectly composed, like a nice peach.

Ichiro lay quietly on stage, his head turned away from the audience. His cock had softened up and was lying flatly on his stomach. Kayo noticed this and quickly clutched at his receding erection. She brought her head down, took him in her mouth and began sucking him.

The room was eerily quiet as everyone awaited the inevitable continuation. As Ichiro's stiffness returned, Kayo brought one of her legs over him and placed it on the other side of him. She paused as she looked down. Her pussy was only inches away from his cock. She leaned closer to his face and whispered something in his ear. She gently kissed him on the cheek and lowered her hips. Her pussy brushed lightly against the tip of his cock, which lurched at the touch. She wiggled her hips, allowing his cock to nuzzle gently at the entry to her slit.

"The anticipation is killing me," whispered Elizabeth. She finished another glass of champagne and felt the heat between her legs. She glanced at Shigeo again. "Maybe he's not that old," she brooded.

Kayo pressed her hips firmer down, and Ichiro's enlarged head began nudging it's way past her outer labia. There was a glint of pink as Kayo's labia were being wedged apart. Once Ichiro's tip managed to pry open Kayo's entrance, the rest of the cock followed in quite easily. As the cock slid all the way inside of her, Kayo paused for a moment to allow her pussy to mold to the shape of the intruder. She took a deep breath and lifted her ass slightly. Ichiro's cock emerged half way out. It was nicely greased with her fluids. She tilted her head up and dropped her ass back down, releasing a quiet moan. She began bouncing steadily on his cock, her tits jiggling in rhythm.

---

Adam bit down on his lip hard when he saw the mother take her son inside of her vagina. He couldn't believe how perverted this was, but he could not stop watching. He also couldn't help the fact that his cock was so hard that it was about to explode. While older women weren't really his thing, this woman certainly had a voluptuous body, and a nice set of tits.

"Bless Japan and their perversions," he mumbled quietly as he watched the incestous show. Adam reached down and adjusted his hard-on, as carefully as he could, afraid that someone would notice and think that he's pleasuring himself.

His drink was long finished and he leaned on the edge of his seat, to get a better look. He wished that he was closer to the stage, but was also thankful that he wasn't anywhere near his mom during such a perverse experience. He could hear the soft, sexy moans drifting through the air, as Kayo bounced passionately on her son's cock. He also heard the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, as their rhythm increased. Other than that, the room was eerily quiet.

Suddenly, the voice of the host snapped Adam out of the daze. Mr. Kimura appeared in the spotlight and made an announcement.

"Next position," repeated Adam.

---

Kayo pushed up on her hands and lifted her hips. Ichiro's cock slid out, followed by its comically large head. Its shaft was smeared in thick, white goo.

"Looks like Kayo already creamed," whispered Elizabeth.

The woman on stage stood up and turned to face the audience. Her pubic bush was matted from the intercourse. She appeared dazed as she looked around the room. She glanced down at the young man on the floor and squeezed her thighs together.

Mr. Kimura repeated himself.

"What's going on?" asked Elizabeth.

"They are changing positions," explained Shigeo, as calm as ever.

Ichiro got up slowly and stood, slouched over, next to Kayo. He had a blank expression on his face, yet his cock was so hard that it seemed to be pulsating.

Mr. Kimura made another comment, which made Kayo worriedly look over at Ichiro.

"What did he say?"

"Mr. Kimura tells Kayo that she should be proud of Ichiro. He is lasting much longer than expected for his first time," explained Shigeo.

Elizabeth frowned. "I don't get it. Why would she be proud?"

Shigeo put a finger to his lips, then pointed to the stage.

Kayo had lain down on the stage and spread her legs. With a few encouraging words from the her, Ichiro got down between her legs. He stared directly at his cock, which was some distance away from Kayo's inviting pussy.

From Elizabeth's angle, she could only see Ichiro's ass. She saw him scoot closer to Kayo's and position himself over her. Elizabeth saw Ichiro's balls and Kayo's moist and open slit. She saw Kayo grab Ichiro's buttcheeks and pull him closer, and into her.

Ichiro's cock was back inside Kayo's pussy, but he wasn't moving. A buzz of disapproval passed through the audience. Quickly, Kayo took the matters into her hands. She hooked her legs behind Ichiro's thighs, grabbed his buttcheeks with her hands, and began rocking both of them back and forth. Eventually, Ichiro began meeting her rocking with his own thrusts. Kayo released his ass, wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him closer.

It actually looked like Ichiro was warming up to this. His skinny ass flexed as his hips pounded at the woman underneath him. Their bodies slapped together so hard that Kayo began slowly sliding up, along the stage.

Suddenly, Ichiro let out a soft yelp. Kayo quickly unhooked herself from him and pushed him away. Sliding from underneath him like a cat, she stood up and pulled him up to his feet. Kayo dropped to her knees and began furiously jerking his cock.

Ichiro shut his eyes and his face twisted into a grimace. He bent forward and grabbed Kayo by the shoulders. At the same time, Kayo moved her face closer to the tip of his cock, closed her eyes and tilted her head up.

Ichiro jerked and shot his first load, splattering Kayo across the face. He gripped Kayo's shoulders tightly and steadied himself, spraying more of his spunk onto her face. When his cock finally stopped erupting, he took a step back and his whole body sagged down.

Kayo's eyes were firmly shut. Her face was covered with a nice layer of semen, which was oozing down her skin. She tried to wipe her eyes, so she could see. She finally managed to open one eye and looked up at Ichiro, who appeared to be completely spent. She stood up and turned to face the audience. A burst of applause rose from the room. Kayo managed a shy smile, as the sperm dripped down off her chin, onto her tits.

Mr. Kimura appeared on stage once again. He seemed to be congratulating Kayo, while she gathered up the clothes.

With a small bow, Kayo and Ichiro they left the stage.

"Well? What do you think?" asked Shigeo, turning to Elizabeth.

"That was great! Never thought a sex club could be this much fun."

"This one is very special."

"I've been trying to figure it out. What exactly is it? An amateur defloration club?"

"No. Not necessarily."

"Then what is it?" Elizabeth's curiosity was genuinely aroused.

"I will tell you if you come back tomorrow," smiled Shigeo. "Champagne will be waiting."

"You'll be here tomorrow again?"

"Yes. I have a client that I intend on entertaining here."

Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted.

"Mom!" said Adam, appearing suddenly behind her. "Let's go!"

The sudden sight of her son, snapped Elizabeth back to reality and caused her to forget all about her buzz, and her arousal.

"What time is it?" she asked, fumbling for the wrist watch that wasn't there.

"It's past midnight," replied Adam.

"Oh my!" Elizabeth stood up and looked over at Shigeo. "Thank you for the champagne."

"Thank you for your company," replied Shigeo and bowed his head.

Adam eyed him suspiciously then turned to leave. He made sure his mom followed him, as he made his way to the doors.

They walked out of the club in silence, and walked quietly for some time. Elizabeth guessed that Adam was ashamed about the experience, and decided to tease him.

"Did you have fun?"

Adam looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed. You know, Shigeo invited us to come back tomorrow."

"Are you crazy!?" exclaimed Adam, stopping.

Elizabeth blinked. "What?"

"You didn't figure out what kind of a place that was?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "Some kind of a virgin sex club."

"Mom!" barked Adam. "That was an incest club! Those were mother and son having sex!"

"What are you talking about?"

"The two people on stage." Adam paused to collect himself. "Kayo and Ichiro." Another pause. "They are mother and son."

Elizabeth pondered for a moment, then a long whistle escaped her lips. "They are?"

"That man with the microphone, Mr. Kimura or whatever, kept saying Musuko-san to Kayo. That means your son. Which would make Ichiro her son."

"He said that?" asked Elizabeth still not fully realizing what Adam was saying.

"Yes!"

"Well, how was I suppose to know that? You know that I don't understand a lick of Japanese."

"Didn't you notice that they looked alike? Or that the son was acting a little too strange?"

Elizabeth stopped walking all of a sudden. She didn't say anything for a long moment. "Oh, my," she finally said. "I can totally see it now. Poor boy. He must have been horrified the whole time. And for a good reason. Imagine, having to lose your virginity to your mother in front of a bunch of strangers."

"I'd rather not!" snapped Adam and started walking off.

"That's not what I meant. Oh, come on! Don't be such a grump!" Elizabeth hurried after him. "If you had such a bad time, why didn't you leave right away?"

"Let's just get back to the hotel!" exclaimed Adam.

The mishap

"We should have taken a cab," said Elizabeth walking into the hotel's front door. "These heels are killing my feet."

Adam diligently endured his mother's complaints about her shoes on their walk back to the hotel. Although, he was thankful she didn't bring up the sex club again.

They walked up a flight of stairs to their room.

"Hmm, the door is unlocked," mused Elizabeth touching the door handle. "Did you lock it when we left?"

Adam shrugged. "I don't remember."

They walked inside, and Adam headed towards the bathroom right away.

"Where are our bags?" asked Elizabeth looking around.

"What do you mean?" Adam froze midway to the bathroom.

"Our bags! They are gone!" exclaimed Elizabeth.

They stood inside of their room, glancing around.

"Shit!" cursed Elizabeth. "We've been robbed."

They rushed downstairs, straight to the front desk. Elizabeth caused a scene complaining about the security of the hotel.

"The cops are on the way," explained Adam after he conversed with the guy at the front desk.

They waited for about half an hour for the police to show up. The one cop that arrived looked sleepy. He asked Adam to tell him everything that happened, while he wrote it down in a notepad.

"Tell him our passports and all of our money were in those bags," reminded Elizabeth.

After about twenty minutes, the cop left.

"Well?" asked Elizabeth.

"He said that he'll file a report and will try to figure it out in the morning, since the department is closed right now," said Adam.

"In the morning? What are we supposed to do until then?"

"Get some sleep," yawned Adam. "We already paid for the room."

They didn't get much sleep that night, and in the morning went down to the police department. Adam spent some time talking to the cops.

"They say that they'll look into the theft, but that they can't do much else for us."

"What about the hotel? They should be held liable."

"They say the hotel isn't responsible, since I didn't lock the door."

"How do they know you didn't?"

"I told them I couldn't remember if I did or not."

"Why did you tell them that? You should have said you locked it properly."

"I don't know, mom. They taught us at school not to lie to the cops."

"You always lie to the cops, Adam." Elizabeth sat down in a chair and rubbed her face. "What do we do now? We have no passports nor money."

"We'll get help at the embassy," said Adam, trying to sound reassuring.

"The embassy is in Tokyo. We need to take a train there. It costs $100 per ticket."

"They have banks here, mom. We can pull some money out."

With sad eyes, Elizabeth looked at her son. "I don't have any money left in the bank. I used everything for this trip."

Adam blinked at her. "Everything?"

"You know that money was tight after I lost my job. This trip wasn't cheap. Between the tickets, hotels and everything else... I had the last $800 in my bag."

"Mom!" exclaimed Adam. "That's all you have left? How are we going to pay the mortgage?"

"I'll worry about that. I'll look for a job when we get back."

"What about that late payment notice you received before we left?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "I'll start worrying when I get a few more of those."

"This is so like you, mom!" cried Adam. "You don't ever take anything seriously!"

"What am I suppose to do?" retorted Elizabeth. "It's not my fault no one is hiring writers right now."




Mama Love Club



"Great!" fumed Adam. He was angry at himself more than at his mom. He felt that it was all his fault for not locking the door. He sat down on a chair next to her and leaned his head against the wall. "We lost our bags and now we'll lose our house."

They sat in silence for a while.

"One thing at a time," said Adam eventually. "First, we need to get back to Tokyo somehow. We can call someone back home and have them send us money."

"I have a better idea," offered Elizabeth. "Shigeo! I can ask him to lend us a few hundred bucks."

"That guy again?"

"Why not? He seems nice. He bought me expensive champagne. Dom Perignon."

Adam scratched at his head. "Ehhh, I don't know."

"Come on," said Elizabeth, standing up. "Let's go to that restaurant and see if he's there."

They walked to the restaurant. Unlike yesterday, it was bustling with customers. They managed to catch the old woman that served them yesterday and Adam asked her about Shigeo.

"She said he is out on business," explained Adam. "She gave me his number."

"Let's go call him from a payphone. I have some change left."

Elizabeth dialed the number, but no one answered.

"No one is picking up, and there's no answering machine."

"Let's try again a little later," suggested Adam.

Not knowing what to do, they visited the police department, but received no news. After that, they tried calling Shigeo again. There was no answer again.

"He said that he'll be at the club again tonight," remembered Elizabeth. "We can try him there."

"Kinshinsokan Monogatari? I'm not going back there!"

"We're not going to go in. We'll just ask for Shigeo."

Adam was too depressed, hungry and tired to argue.

They killed time by walking around the city, and eventually made their way back to the sex club toward the evening. The sun had already set and the night lights were turned on.

The same stocky man stood at the door.

"We want to talk to Shigeo!" announced Elizabeth loudly.

"I doubt he knows who that is," whispered Adam. "Let me talk."

Before Adam could open his mouth again, the doorman nodded to Elizabeth and disappeared inside. He came back several minutes later and waved them in.

"I'm not going in there," said Adam.

"Stay here then. I'll go in by myself," said Elizabeth taking a step inside the corridor.

Adam grunted and followed Elizabeth, not willing to let his mother be alone in a place like this.

It was still early in the evening and there were only a few people inside. The stage was empty and the room was well lit. Shigeo stood at the bar, flanked by two surly looking fellows in leather jackets. He noticed Elizabeth and Adam, and smiled.

"Elizabeth! Nice you see you again. I'm afraid the club isn't open yet. Come back a few hours later."

"That's not why we're here," explained Elizabeth. She cut straight to the chase: "We've been robbed. Our bags, with our passports and our money, have been stolen out of the hotel. We need your help."

Shigeo's smile faded and his face turned serious. "That is bad news," he said. "Come with me. We'll talk in the office."

They walked into a different corridor, passing several rooms, until they reached a closed door.

The two surly guys flanked each side of the door.

"Adam, would you mind waiting out here?" asked Shigeo.

"Okay," replied Adam, with a frown.

Shigeo ushered Elizabeth into a small room furnished with a big desk, several bookcases, and a few chairs.

"I just need a few hundred bucks," Elizabeth began right away. "I'll pay you back as soon as we get home."

Shigeo stared at her intensely for a few seconds. "Elizabeth, I'm a businessman, and I'm not in the business of lending money to people. Especially, people I don't know."

Elizabeth did not expect that reply. She felt her chest squeeze with worry. "But... but we were robbed, and... we need money to get to Tokyo," she pleaded.

"I realize your predicament. Unfortunately, I cannot just give you money."

"Please," Elizabeth pleaded. "I promise, I'll pay you back."

Shigeo seemed to ignore her: "I can, however, make you an offer to earn some money."

"What? Do you want me to wash the dishes or clean your house?"

"No, Elizabeth. I'm not talking about earning a couple of hundred dollars. I'm talking about earning tens of thousands of dollars."

Confused, Elizabeth stared at Shigeo.

Seeing her confusion, Shigeo pointed to a chair. "Have a seat and let me explain. As you may have guessed already, I own this establishment. It brings in good earnings from a group of exclusive clients. The performances that you got to witness last night... that usually costs anywhere from three to five thousand American dollars for the entrance. The performers are paid a fair portion of all the proceeds. For example, last night, Kayo and Ichiro walked out of here thirty thousand dollars richer."

Elizabeth stared at Shigeo with a distressed frown. "Are you hinting at what I think you're hinting at?" she asked raising her brows. "Are you asking me to perform in a sex show?"

"No, Elizabeth. Not just you. Your son also."

The grimace on Elizabeth's face reflected her thoughts. "Are you insane!?" she exclaimed.

"Insane? No. I'm a businessman."

"Yeah, well. I'm not interested." Elizabeth turned and stormed out of the room.

"Let's go," she said hastily to Adam and then hurried down the corridor.

When they were outside of the building, Adam asked: "Did he give you the money?"

"No," replied Elizabeth.

"What did he say then?"

"Nothing. I don't want to talk about it."

They walked in silence for some time, not knowing where to go. Eventually, they stopped in the middle of the street.

"It's getting late," said Adam. "Where are we going to sleep?"

"Maybe we should head to the train station. Someone there might be willing to help us out."

They went to the Takasaki train station. By the time they got there, the station was already closed. There was a group of homeless people gathered around a fire that burned in a large metal bin. Cautiously, they approached, hoping to share in on the warmth. The bums were mostly male, with one grimey looking woman. They all wore tattered clothes and smelled like they haven't washed in years.

"Hello," said Elizabeth.

"You probably shouldn't talk," suggested Adam. "I doubt they understand English anyway."

"Just trying to be friendly."

The bums eyed them with great interest and made an opening in their circle. Adam and Elizabeth joined them and stood staring at the fire silently.

Suddenly, Elizabeth felt a hand rest lightly on her buttocks. Astonished, she looked at the homeless man at her side. He grinned wickedly at her, but dropped his hand. A few minutes later, Elizabeth felt the hand again. This time it squeezed her ass cheek. She pushed the hand away.

"Adam," she whispered. "I don't like the way these people are looking at me. Maybe we should go somewhere else."

Adam was oblivious of his mother's situation. He was enjoying the warmth of the fire, and thought grudgingly of the cold, night air. "Relax, mom. They've probably never seen people like us. Where else can we go tonight?" 

The hand returned to Elizabeth's ass and groped her roughly.

"Let go of me!" screamed Elizabeth, pushing the bum away.

"What's going on?" asked Adam looking at his mom. He felt a pair of strong hands yank him back by the shoulders. He fell to the ground. When he looked up, one of the bums was standing over him. He could hear his mom struggling and saw the other bums head towards her.

"Mom!" yelled Adam. "Are you okay?" He tried to stand up, but the bum pushed him back down.

There was a sound of clothes ripping. Adam made a frantic attempt to get up. The bum grabbed him and they toppled down together.

"No!" screamed Elizabeth. "Let me go!" She was being held from behind as three bums felt up her body. She tried to break free, but the bums were stronger than they looked.

Suddenly, a car's headlights lit up the whole scene. The bums froze and looked towards the lights. Two men got out of the car and walked towards them. The men appeared to be holding handguns. Upon seeing this, the bums scattered like cockroaches.

As soon as Adam was free, he hurried towards his mom. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"I'm okay," said Elizabeth, pulling her torn blouse together. "I'm fine."

They turned to look at the headlights. The two men stopped a few paces short of them and now a third man was walking towards them. It was Shigeo.

"The streets of Takasaki are dangerous at night," he said with concern. "Come, I'll give you a ride."

Too shocked to say or do anything else Elizabeth and Adam got up and followed Shigeo. They climbed into the back of a limousine, and it drove off.

They sat in the back seat, with Shigeo and his two henchmen opposite of them. Shigeo watched them for a long moment without saying anything.

"Your mother asked me for some money tonight," said Shigeo, addressing Adam. "I do sympathise with your problem, but I have a business to run. You see, Adam, I made your mother a proposition. I offered for you and her to perform at my sex club. Has she told you this?"

Furious, Adam clinched his fists and looked at Shigeo. He noticed the two henchmen tense up and stare him down with hard eyes.

"Ah, you want to meet my friends?" asked Shigeo. "These are my personal bodyguards: Tsubasa and Hiro. They are both ex-Yakuza. I'm sure you know what that means. But do not worry, they won't harm you." Shigeo smiled wickedly. "Where was I? Oh yes, I was telling you about the offer I made your mother. You see, the success of my little club depends on the fact that some people have a lot of money, but no excitement in their lives. Thus, for a generous fee, I offer them the excitement that they so desperately seek. In this case, the excitement is watching a genuine mother and son engage in sexual intercourse." Shigeo sighed. "It's not easy to find participants these days, but money goes a long way. I pay the participants a portion of what the club brings in for the night. Last night, one of the couples walked out with roughly thirty thousand in your American dollars. Not bad, eh?"

Adam didn't answer.

"Of course, an unusual appearance like the two of you, would bring in a much larger crowd. My clients would gladly pay extra to see something as exotic, as an American mother and son. You don't seem persuaded, Adam. Perhaps thirty thousand isn't enough for you. How about forty? Fifty? Maybe even more?"

Elizabeth was the one to speak: "If we agree, can we have some money now to buy some new clothes and food?"

Adam looked over at his mom with a terrified expression.

"Of course. If you agree, I'll make sure that you are well fed and clothed."

"Okay," said Elizabeth. "We'll do it."

The plan

They arrived at a high-rise building, and took the elevator to the twenty second floor. Shigeo led them into an apartment that was richly decorated with designer furniture and upscale appliances.

"I have to return to my affairs," said Shigeo when they walked inside. "You'll find everything you need here, in the apartment. Tsubasa will stay and... protect you." Shigeo indicated to one of his men. "You two can have the bedroom and he'll sleep on the couch. If you need anything just let Tsubasa know."

Without saying anything else, Shigeo bowed and left.

The man called Tsubasa, locked the door and settled on the couch. Elizabeth went into the bathroom to clean up, while Adam found some food for them in the refrigerator.

Elizabeth came out of the bathroom, wearing a heavy white robe and went straight to bed. Adam followed her into the bedroom.

"I made you something to eat," he said, handing her a plate.

"Thank you." She took the plate and placed it on the night stand.

"What was that all about in the car?"

"What do you think that was about?" Elizabeth lowered her voice "I was buying us some time. I was scared, cold and hungry. Agreeing with him seemed like the easiest way out."

"Oh, good." Adam breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you were going bonkers."

"Don't be silly."

"So, how do we get out of this?"

"I was just thinking about that while I was in the shower. Speaking of which, you should take one. You smell like those bums."

Adam shuddered. "Don't remind me of that."

"Anyway," Elizabeth whispered. "We play along. We make Shigeo think that we're going to do his show because we are desperate for money. Then, right when he least expects it, we make a run for it."

Adam didn't think much of her plan. "Run for it?"

"Yes. I'll try to weasel out some advance money, then we slip away and take the first train to Tokyo."

"O-kay," said Adam. "And what if we can't slip away?"

"We'll have plenty of chances. He can't watch us all the time."

That night Adam stayed awake for a long time. He kept thinking that his mom's plan wasn't very good, yet he couldn't think of a better one. He was too worried for their safety to try and tussle with the Yakuza men. In the end he decided that he'll go along with his mom's plan. They could always stop the ruse at any point. He just wasn't sure what the consequence of that would be.

Elizabeth woke the next morning to the smell of coffee. Groggy, she stumbled out of the bedroom.

"Good morning, Elizabeth!" called out Shigeo. "Coffee?"

Elizabeth nodded and went to sit at the kitchen table. She noticed Tsubasa standing by the window, sipping a out of a cup.

"How did you sleep?" asked Shigeo and placed a full mug in front of Elizabeth.

"Good," she replied, giving herself a nice stretch.

"I'm glad to hear that. I have good news. I've been able to spread the rumor of your performance amongst some of my clients. It generated quite a strong interest. People are willing to pay good money to see you and Adam."

Elizabeth put on her most sincere smile. "That's great. Does that mean we get paid more?"

"Well now, didn't we decide on fifty thousand last night?"

"I remember you saying something about making more than that."

"I did?" Shigeo put a hand to his chin. "Oh yes, I must have. Good morning, Adam! Would you like some coffee? Orange juice?"

Adam shuffled out of the bedroom and looked around. "Juice," he said and came to sit by his mom.

"Your mother and I were just talking about your compensation. I was just about to explain to her just how much money you can make. You see, I like to make it interesting for my participants. First, there's a starting amount for participating in a show." Shigeo gave a big grin. "Second, is the interesting part. Every five minutes during sex, the couple can switch positions. And for every new position they earn a bonus amount. Does that make sense?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Every five minutes. Change positions. Make more money."

"Yes! Our dear host, Mr. Kimura, keeps the time and tells you when you can switch. The positions must all be different. Also, there's a bonus if the mother takes her son's ograsm on her face."

Elizabeth had a hard time keeping the smile on her face the whole time. She was distressed at how calmly Shigeo talked about such things.

"Interesting," she said. "Okay, so we start at fifty thousand. How much do we make for each bonus round?"

Shigeo eyed her silently for a few moments. "Very well," he said. He began pacing along the length of the table. "I don't want this one to end too soon. I suppose, I'll give you a special deal. I'll let you earn ten thousand for each additional position." 

Elizabeth batted her eyelashes suggestively. "Does anal count?"

A loud snort, followed by a coughing fit burst from where Adam was sitting.

Shigeo's eyebrows rose. "Sure! I would count that."

"I'm only joking. You'd have to pay me a lot more than ten grand to consider that."

Doubled over in a fit of coughing, Adam limped over to the bathroom, and slammed the door behind him.

Shigeo eyed the bathroom door, then asked: "Will he go through with it?"

"Don't worry," replied Elizabeth. "Leave him to me."

"May I ask a personal question, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth looked up at him. "Obviously."

"When does your monthly cycle begin?"

"Not for another week or so."

"Excellent! We'll do the show tomorrow then."

"Tomorrow?" Elizabeth's frowned.

"Why not? I'm sure you're eager to get on your way."

Elizabeth nodded thoughtfully.

Adam came out of the bathroom and Shigeo broke the news to him. Adam looked at his mother but didn't say anything.

"Are you a virgin?" asked Shigeo looking at Adam.

"No," replied Adam calmly.

"A shame. That could have fetched a bigger price."

"Why don't you just lie and say that I'm a virgin," suggested Adam.

"Oh, no." Shigeo shook his head. "That can never happen. My club is renowned for its authenticity. I would never risk its reputation.

Adam caught a curious look from his mom.

"Jessica. Prom night," he said.

"Oh!" Elizabeth remembered. "That's right."

"I'm going back to bed," said Adam lethargically and shuffled away.

Shigeo waited until Adam closed the door to the bedroom and motioned for Tsubasa to go stand by it.

"Elizabeth, can we have a moment in private?"

Elizabeth nodded.

Shigeo led her into the other room, which appeared to serve as his spare office.

Closing the door, Shigeo began: "Elizabeth, you seem so enthusiastic today about my proposition. Yet, just yesterday, at the club, you seemed outraged by it. I'm curious why the sudden change?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Elizabeth sighed and sat down in the chair. "It's the money." She looked plainly at Shigeo as she continued: "At the club, you offered thirty thousand. I can't deny, that is a lot of money to me, and devil knows that I need it. But it's not enough for me to have sex with my own son. I would never even consider something so perverse, especially doing it for the pleasure of rich, old perverts." She looked suggestively at Shigeo then continued: "However, fifty thousand is a hell of a lot of money. And, considering that maybe Adam could last a few rounds... I just can't walk away from such an opportunity."

Shigeo was smiling. "You'd be surprised Elizabeth, but you're not the first mother to do this because of money. In fact, most mothers I've approached struggled with their morals a lot more than you. But, I am offering you a lot more than I've ever offered anyone else. Perhaps that makes the decision easier."

The facade

"Tomorrow? That doesn't give us a lot of time," said Adam. "We better back out now. Do it before he hasn't made any plans."

"Not yet," insisted Elizabeth. "We need to get at least a little bit of money first. He fell for it. I just need to convince him to let me have a little money in advance."

"We're playing with fire, mom."

"Well, we are in a sticky situation."

Adam shook his head. "I just hope you know what you're doing."

"I hope so too," said Elizabeth quietly.

They spent the rest of the day in the apartment, under the watchful eye of Tsubasa. Shigeo came back later that evening, bringing with him food and several bags of clothes.

"I wasn't sure of your measurements," said Shigeo handing the bags to Elizabeth, "so I bought everything in several sizes. There's underwear, small clothes, as well as something nice for tomorrow's show."

Elizabeth smiled. "Thank you."

"As I suspected, you and your son are quite a hit. You see, I purposely scheduled your show on a short notice to create a sense of urgency." Shigeo passed his hand in the air. "Hurry. One night only. Never seen before."

"Did it work?"

Shigeo smiled. "Let's say I was able to book a full club for tomorrow."

"How many is that?"

Shigeo turned to the window. "The club is small. It can only hold forty people comfortably. But, enough about business. You must be hungry. I brought some home made food."




Mama Love Club



The three of them ate quietly at the table, while the two bodyguards watched television on the couch.

"Thank you for the clothes," Elizabeth said. "But I'm afraid all my toiletries were also stolen with my bag."

"Oh my," chuckled Shigeo. "Pardon me. I completely forgot. I'm not good at playing dress up. If you'll write down what you need, I'll pick that up for you tomorrow."

"I doubt you'll be able to figure out exactly which shade of blush matches my skin," Elizabeth chuckled. "Why don't we all go to a shopping mall together tomorrow. I'm sure it'll be good for all of us to get some fresh air before the show."

"Ah yes," Shigeo looked back at his bodyguards, then glanced at Elizabeth. "Good idea."

"Great," affirmed Elizabeth. "I can even get a manicure and a pedicure while I'm there. Say, you wouldn't know of a place where I can get a wax job?"

"A wax job?" asked Shigeo.

"Yes, you know," Elizabeth suggestively nodded between her legs. "That way your clients get to see something really exotic."

Shigeo chewed thoughtfully, while his smile grew. "Don't you worry. I'll find a place."

Adam sat sullenly listening as his mother spun an intricate web of lies. He shuddered every time his mom mentioned the abominable act, which he refused to even fathom. However, listening to her talk about waxing, made him actually, for a moment, think of her barren vagina.

Oh god! Adam pushed back his chair. "I'm going to take a shower."

Shigeo watched him leave, then said: "Elizabeth, are you sure Adam will go through with this? Without him, there can be no show."

"I'm quite sure. Besides, he doesn't have much of a choice."

---

"We can't keep this up!" hissed Adam later that night, not wanting to be overheard by Tsubasa.

"Everything is going according to plan," said Elizabeth. "He gave me three hundred dollars for tomorrow. Tomorrow, we'll go to the mall. We'll be around other people. All we have to do is get away."

"What if we can't get away? What if they constantly watch us?"

"Then I'll scream. We'll make a scene and call the cops. You should stop worrying, Adam. My plan is working. We have enough money to get back to Tokyo, and tomorrow we'll have plenty of chances to escape."

"Okay," Adam lay down on the floor, where he fixed a blanked and a pillow, letting his mom take the bed. "You're right. Your plan is working. I shouldn't worry." He pulled the blanket over himself. "Goodnight, mom."

"Goodnight, Adam."

---

Shigeo came back the next morning and made them breakfast. He told Elizabeth that he found a beauty salon at one of the local shopping malls where she could get her privates waxed.

After breakfast, they all got into a limo and drove to the mall. On the way there, Elizabeth got a better look at the bodyguards. They surely were dangerous looking, but they seemed to be more relaxed and jollier now.

When they arrived at the mall, Elizabeth did her shopping first. She took her time picking out the right shade of blush, the tint of maskara, the color of lipstick. Shigeo kept glancing at his watch, and complained that women could shop all day. Insisting that they didn't have much time, he showed the way to the beauty salon. He explained to the beauticians that Elizabeth was to get a pedicure, manicure and a waxing done.

They started with the waxing.

Elizabeth was led to the back room, while the four men sat out front and looked through fashion magazines.

"Adam," began Shigeo, fixing his gaze on the boy. "I didn't get to talk to you much these past couple of days. How are you doing?"

"Fine," replied Adam without looking up.

"You seem a little out of the mood," prodded Shigeo.

Struggling with himself, Adam looked up at Shigeo and forced a smile. "I'm just nervous for tonight," he said. "All those people watching..."

Shigeo nodded. "Don't worry. You'll do fine." He glanced at his watch, for about the twentieth time. "What's taking them so long?" He stood up and headed to the back of the salon.

Elizabeth stood in front of a mirror marveling at the naked self.

"I can't believe I've never done this before," she murmured. She twirled around and looked at the smooth, slightly irritated skin between her legs.

"Pardon me," she heard a man's voice from behind. She turned around, covering her breasts with one hand, and her crotch with another.

Shigeo stood inside the door, smiling mischievously.

"What are you doing here?" Elizabeth asked, flustered.

"Trying to size up tonight's star."

"You'll get an eyeful later. Can I please get dressed?"

"Oh, come now, Elizabeth. I need to see what it is I'm going to offer my clients." Shigeo looked at his watch. "Speaking of which, I really must go. Tsubasa will stay with you and Adam, and bring you to the club later."

Elizabeth blinked.

"Well, won't you let me approve before I go?" asked Shigeo softly.

"Fine," said Elizabeth. She drew her body up as straight as she could and dropped her hands.

Shigeo looked at her. He marveled at her slim frame and her tight body for some time. "How big are your breasts?" he asked.

"32C," she replied.

Shigeo twirled his finger indicating for Elizabeth to spin around. "As I suspected, you are even more beautiful naked. What do you do to keep it in such shape?"

"Not much, really. I guess I'm just naturally like this."

"Ah, I could stand here and look at you all day, but I have to prepare everything for tonight. Go ahead and finish up here and remember, I want you and Adam to be at the club by seven."

Elizabeth nodded, and Shigeo departed.

After getting dressed, Elizabeth came out of the back room. Several women proceeded to give her a manicure and a pedicure. Now that shigeo and Hiro left, Tsubasa was the only obstacle. Elizabeth watched him as he turned page after page of some magazine. He was of a stocky build, but he did not seem like a runner.

"Okay! I'm all done here," announced Elizabeth coming up to stand by Adam.

Tsubasa jumped up quickly and motioned for them to go. Elizabeth explained that she still needed to buy a few more things, and Adam translated for her.

Tsubasa let Elizabeth lead the way, but followed them on their heels.

Elizabeth went from one store to another, chattering and examining clothes that she had no intention of buying. She was trying to waste as much time as possible, and look for a perfect chance to escape.

When they came out of one of the numerous dress stores, Elizabeth noticed a crowd of people gathered near a door that led outside of the mall. It looked to be a group of tourists. Clearing her throat several times she was able to get Adam's attention and point him towards the door. Adam nodded that he understood.

Approaching the group of people, Elizabeth prepared to make the dash.

"Make up something," said Elizabeth calmly. "Something to get Tsubasa to look the other way. When he looks, we run though these people, and straight for the door."

Adam turned and looked at Tsubasa. "I think we are being followed," he said in Japanese.

Tsubasa narrowed his eyes and turned around quickly.

Right then, Elizabeth and Adam ran for it. They weaved through the people, knocking them to the side. They reached the door, and ran through it as fast as they could. They heard Tsubasa's angry screams coming from behind them.

"Look Adam! There's a cop!" yelled Elizabeth.

Both of them ran toward the policeman that stood by his car. They stopped next to him and tried to catch their breath.

"Quick! Tell the cop that we're being chased by a thug," said Elizabeth.

Between gulps of breath Adam began talking to the cop.

The cop took out a notepad and scribbled on it while listening.

"There! There he is! " yelped Elizabeth and motioned towards Tsubasa, who was running towards them. "That's the guy who's chasing us!"

The cop stepped forward and positioned himself between them and Tsubasa. He motioned for Tsubasa to stop. He then turned and told Adam and Elizabeth to get in the car.

Adam walked to the police car and opened the back door. "We're safe. He wants us to get in."

They got in the back seat and closed the door. Tsubasa was loudly arguing with the cop, but from the soundproofed car they only heard muttering.

Onlookers were gathering to see what was going on.

The policeman kept his cool, but finally seemed to get tired of Tsubasa's yelling. He made a warning sign with his hand and reached for his gun. Tsubasa put his hands up and lowered his voice. The cop unhooked his holster, grasped his gun, and waved Tsubasa away.

Throwing an angry glance towards the police car, Tsubasa walked away.

The cop finished scribbling in his notepad and dispersed the newly gathered crowd. Then he got in the driver seat of the car, said something to Adam and they drove away.

"Tell him to take us to the train station," instructed Elizabeth.

Adam translated.

"The cop says he has to take us to the police station first," said Adam. "It's standard procedure and he has to get our official testimony."

"Okay. We can see if they found our bags yet."

They drove in silence for a long while. Elizabeth thought she recognized the area they were driving through. Right as she was about to mention it to Adam, the police car slowed down and made a turn.

"Oh, no!" Elizabeth exclaimed seeing the familiar building. "It's the club!" she screamed out and jerked the handle of the back door. The door was fast locked.

The cop car pulled into the driveway and drove around to the back of the club. Tsubasa and Hiro stood near the back door, smoking cigarettes. The cop pulled up next to them, and they approached the back door.

Kicking and screaming Elizabeth was pulled out of the car. Adam realized that there was no point in fighting these guys, so he came out without a struggle.

They were led through the back door into the club. They could hear the tires on the cop car squeal as it sped away.

Tsubasa had a rough grip on both of Elizabeth's hands as he pushed her down a corridor and into Shigeo's office. Shigeo sat at his desk, grim and quiet. There was apparent relief on his face when he saw Elizabeth and Adam being led into his office, but he furrowed his brows menacingly. He stared them down for a good moment.

"I am very, very disappointed," he said eventually. "I can't believe I actually trusted you."

Elizabeth looked straight at Shigeo defiantly, but didn't say anything.

"And here I was, ready to pay you more than I've ever paid anyone before, all in good faith." Shigeo shook his head. "Don't you even realize what kind of a position you're putting me in? I've got very important people coming here tonight. People who I'm personally indebted to. I was looking forward to gaining their favor with tonight's show. And now... what now?"

"We changed our mind." Adam was the one to speak.

"Changed your mind?" Shigeo's voice rose. "You think I can tell my clients that? That the most exciting Mama Love Show won't be happening because the mother and son changed their mind? That the show that they paid almost a million yen per ticket is going to be cancelled? I don't think they'll be too happy about that." Shigeo sighed. "This is your last chance to reconsider. What do you say?"

"Shigeo. My son lied," said Elizabeth as she took a small step forward. "We didn't change our minds. We never even considered doing this. All we needed was some money to get us to Tokyo. I'm sorry that we led you on, but there's nothing to reconsider."

Shigeo smiled -- a small, bitter smile. "Then you leave me no choice." He barked somethin in Japanese and Elizabeth was yanked backwards as Tsubasa began to drag her roughly away.

"Wait! No! Stop!" yelled Adam. "There's no need for that! Shigeo wait! Let's talk!"

Hiro and Tsubasa paused for just a moment.

"Shigeo, I'm sure we can reach an agreement," wheezed Adam.

"An agreement?" Shigeo raised an eyebrow. "I thought we had an agreement, Adam."

Tsubasa and Hiro dragged them back in the room.

Adam had to think quick. He set his jaw and said: "Yes, but it wasn't very fair. You said that your clients paid a million yen each."

"More like nine hundred thousand," corrected Shigeo.

"Okay. That's roughly ten thousand dollars. Multiply that by forty and that's four hundred thousand dollars. Not bad for tonight's revenue."

"Your estimates are roughly correct. What's your point?"

"You offered us fifty thousand plus ten for every bonus round. If we last three rounds, that would make it eighty thousand. That's only twenty percent." Adam took several deep breaths. "We are doing all the hard work. We want fifty percent."

"You want two hundred thousand dollars?" Shigeo looked mildly astonished. "All you have to do is have sex."

"Have sex with my mom!" spat Adam.

"Frankly, I don't give a damn who it's with," replied Shigeo. He looked at Adam then Elizabeth, in turn. "It seems that I can't have a show, as advertised, without you two. But, I can't pay you two hundred thousand dollars. I'm a businessman, and I know a good deal from a bad one. How about one hundred thousand?"

"That's only twenty five percent," replied Adam.

"Yes, yes. I know your math is good. That's the best I can offer -- a hundred base, plus ten for each different position."

"Adam," chimed in Elizabeth. "What are you doing?"

"That is a lot of money," replied Adam without looking at her. "We can pay pay off our house and still have money left over. It's either that or..." Adam swallowed.

Shigeo walked up to Adam and looked him dead in the eye. "Do we have a deal then?"

"How do I know you'll honor it?" asked Adam.

"Good question," Shigeo chuckled. "Given the fact that you lied to me, why should I not do the same to you?" Shigeo walked up to his desk and took out a long, steel dagger. "We will make a pact, the way my ancestors have done for generations." Shigeo sliced his palm with the dagger and let some blood drip down on the floor. He handed the dagger to Adam.

Elizabeth gave her son a sharp look, which he ignored. Carefully, Adam made a small incision on his palm with the sharp blade. When enough blood pumped out of the cut, Adam let it drip on the floor, then extended it to Shigeo.

Shigeo clasped Adams hand in his. "The blood oath," he said, "cannot be broken."

Adam nodded.

Shigeo took out a small, clean rag and wiped his hand then handed it to Adam.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to go entertain my clients now. Tsubasa will show you to a room where you can prepare for the show. I'll come get you in about an hour. Like we originally agreed, you will come in and sit at one of the tables, among the clients. When Mr. Kimura introduces you, you will go on stage and have sex." Shigeo gave Elizabeth a hard look and walked out of his office.

The talk

They were taken to a room down the hall. It had a couple of couches, a coffee table, several wardrobes, and a large mirror. The clothes and makeup that Shigeo bought were strewn about the floor.

They sat alone in silence for a long time. Tsubasa brought Adam some bandages for the cut on his palm.

"What did we get ourselves into?" wondered Elizabeth out loud.

Adam didn't reply.

Sounds of music and people talking began drifting from behind the door.

"Adam," Elizabeth began, "can we really do this?"

Adam shrugged. He couldn't bring himself to look at her.

"Listen Adam. We're going to have to talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Yes, there is."

"I can't. It's too weird."

"That is exactly why we need to talk about it. I don't want this to be weird."

Adam looked up at her with feverish eyes. "Mom, we're going to have sex. How can you make this less weird?"

Elizabeth sighed and dropped her eyes. "Adam, I don't want this to damage you. I don't want this to damage our relationship. That's why we need to talk about it."

"Mom..." Adam pleaded.

"This won't be easy... but we can make this seem less twisted than it really is."

"How?"

Elizabeth rubbed her eyes. "We can make it silly and non-sexual. Like we're just having some silly fun in a faraway land."

"What? That doesn't make sense."

"I'm not saying it's the answer, but it can make things easier," explained Elizabeth. "Silly and non-sexual."

Adam didn't respond. He had a distant look to him.

"Come on, Adam. Let's turn this into something fun, and not something terrible."

"I don't know if I can."

"Look at me, Adam."

Adam slowly looked at her.

"That's better." Elizabeth smiled. "'Look. I'm still your mom. It'll be like that one time I caught you beating off in your room. You were so embarrassed, remember? But we laughed about it later. We're in a bad situation, but there's no reason we can't laugh about this later too. Okay?"

Adam nodded.

"Good. Give me a little smile."

Adam twisted his lips into an unnatural grin.

"There you go. It's just sex. Nobody has ever died from it."

Adam shook his head.

"Who knows, maybe you'll even like it."

"Mom!" Adam looked away.

"Too soon?"

Elizabeth reached out and ruffled Adam's hair. "Don't think about this too much." She stood up and looked around. "I might as well look pretty for you." She gathered some of the makeup equipment and went to the mirror. "Do you want to change into something else? There are some new clothes for you here."

"No," said Adam. "I'm fine like this."

Elizabeth continued talking while she applied her makeup. "You probably want to go as slow as you can. Five minutes might seem like a short time, but some men can't even last two."

Adam tried to ignore her.

"Whatever you do, think of something other than sex. On the other hand, maybe thinking about sex with your mom will make you last longer."

"Mom, can you please stopped talking," begged Adam.

"Oh, come on! I'm trying to lighten the mood. You know, there are plenty of men that would love to have sex with me." Elizabeth winked at him, as she put on lipstick.

"Yeah, maybe men your own age."

"That's not necessarily true."

"I don't want to talk about this, mom!This is sick! Just leave me be."

"Listen to me, young man!" Elizabeth's tone was suddenly sharp. "You were the one that just negotiated with Shigeo in the next room. And now you're just sitting here whining, feeling sorry for yourself. You think I like the idea that you're going to put your nasty little thing up inside of me? No! Even though, it's been awhile since I've had sex, the thought of my own son penetrating me is making me want to gag. For fucks sake! I still have to make sure you take a shower and change your underwear on regular basis." Elizabeth glanced at Adam's crotch and shuddered visibly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her tone was softer: "Despite our situation, I'm trying to stay positive and make the best of what we have. Instead of being selfish, I'm trying to think of you first. I don't want this to cause any kind of psychological damage to you. That's why you need to find a positive side and focus on that instead. Think about the outcome. The money." She turned to the mirror and continued with her make up. "Or the sex, if you want. You are still young and full of testosterone. You might as well try to enjoy it. After all, maybe you'll learn something new that you can take back to your girlfriend. Whatever that positive side may be, there is no sense in making yourself suffer over this."

Elizabeth finished doing her makeup then went behind a screen to change her clothes.

Adam sat quiet and motionless on the couch, brooding over what his mom had said.

"Adam!" Elizabeth called from behind the screen as she changed into matching lingerie. "When was the last time you masturbated?"

"What?" Adam frowned.

"I was just thinking that if we want to make more money and... if you haven't, you know... in a while..."




Mama Love Club



"What?" Adam's frown deepened.

"You'll last much longer if you unload your gun," Elizabeth said plainly.

"My gun?" Adams raised his brows. "Here?"

"No! Of course, not here. Go to the bathroom." Elizabeth finished putting on an elegant black dress and came out from behind the screen.

Adam glanced at her, swallowed, then looked at the door. Nodding reluctantly, he approached it and knocked. A few seconds later the door opened a crack.

"I need to use the restroom," said Adam in Japanese.

The door closed. Then it opened. Tsubasa grabbed Adam roughly by the hand and led him away.

About ten minutes later Adam returned.

"Shigeo came asking for us," said Elizabeth. She drew herself up straight. "It's time. Are you ready?"

Adam looked pale as he nodded.

The main event

Hiro and Tsubasa led them into the main room. Every table that they could see was occupied. However, there was one, amidst the audience that was saved just for them. Tsubasa pointed to the table and backed away. Cautiously, they walked through the room and settled into the seats.

Adam seemed anxious and kept looking around the room. Elizabeth on the other hand, focused all her attention on the couple on stage. She figured, she might as well get herself worked up anyway she could.

On stage, the mother was getting gently battered from behind by her son. Unlike Ichiro, from the other night, this son was more enthusiastic than the mother. The mother let her hair fall forward and hid her face from the crowd.

"Mom," whispered Adam urgently.

"What?"

"I didn't get to do it in the bathroom."

"Do what? Oh! Why not?"

"Tsubasa was watching me the whole time. Then he got suspicious and dragged me back."

Elizabeth glanced back and saw Tsubasa watching them. "Go ask to use the bathroom again. Say you are nervous."

Adam nodded and stood up. He made his way through the room, then came back a minute later.

"He won't let me," explained Adam. "He says we are about to go on."

Elizabeth glanced towards the stage. The son has just spewed his seed onto his mother's back and they were getting up.

"How long can you last?" asked Elizabeth urgently.

Adam shrugged. "I don't know."

"Shit!" cursed Elizabeth. Her eyebrows moved as she tried to think fast. "Okay, this is what we'll do. I'll start you off with oral. I'll suck you off until you cum in my mouth. I'll swallow and it'll look like I was just giving you a blowjob. Okay?"

Elizabeth looked at her son and rolled her eyes when she saw your face.

"Will you please stop acting like this? All you have to do is stand there and unload your balls. I'm the one doing all the work, you know." Elizabeth grabbed Adam by the elbow and jerked him closer. "Try to keep your cool when you cum. They can't know that you blew it so fast. We can earn a lot of money here tonight. Remember?"

Adam swallowed and nodded.

At that moment, Mr. Kimura appeared on stage and addressed the audience. Elizabeth and Adam found themselves in the center of the spotlight. All eyes turned to them. Slowly, they rose and glanced around. Excited whispers spread throughout the room as Mr. Kimura announced them.

"This is it," whispered Elizabeth and led the way towards the stage.

Mr. Kimura helped them up, bowed, and vanished into the darkness beyond the illumination of the small, round stage.

The room sank into complete silence.

Elizabeth looked around, trying to peer into the dark. She couldn't see the audience, but she could make out vague, shadowy outlines. She knew she was the center of everyone's attention now, and it made her feel vulnerable. She wore only the black dress, sexy lingerie underneath, and a pair of high heels. Her chestnut hair was loose, falling over her shoulders. Taking a deep breath she looked at Adam who stood right next to her. He looked pale, but she couldn't tell if it was because of the light or not. She knew then that she would have to do all the work, just like that woman Kayo. She realized that Adam must be as terrified as Ichiro was. It was up to Elizabeth to do her part as a mother.

Turning slowly, she faced Adam. He glanced at her quickly and pressed his lips tightly together. His body was tense. Elizabeth leaned into his ear and whispered: "Let's give these bastards a show they'll never forget."

She stepped closer to Adam, pressing her cheek to his. In her high heels, she was the same height as him. She let him breathe in the perfume that she so carefully put on. Pressing her her hand to his crotch, she squeezed it playfully. She wanted to tease him and arouse him before she gave him a blowjob. That way he would empty his balls into her mouth quickly. She unbuttoned his pants, and snaked her hand through the top. Groping, she fought with his boxers to reach his manhood. His cock was warm to the touch, and shriveled. She remembered it being a proper size from that time she caught him masturbating.

"Relax, baby," she whispered seductively. "Enjoy yourself. Let me take care of you."

Her hand rubbed his shaft gently. Her fingers wrapped slowly around it, and she began pulling it up and down. The fact that she was touching her own son's penis gave her an unusual tingling sensation in her chest.

"Get hard for me. Show me how big it is."

Elizabeth felt Adam stiffen. She paused, wondering if she was making things worse. She took a step back and looked up at him. He didn't meet her eyes.

Her hand was still in his pants. She pulled it out and unbuttoned the front. Slowly, she got down to one knee, then the other, pulling his pants down. Only his boxers separated her from her son's bare penis.

She remembered her own advice, to keep it silly and non-sexual. She reached up and pinched Adam's cock. That drew a reaction from him -- he looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. She winked at him then quickly yanked his boxers down. His eyes widened when he saw his cock so close to her face. He promptly looked away.

Elizabeth let her eyes drift to her son's cock. It seemed that her teasing was having an effect on him. His cock wasn't shriveled anymore, in fact it grew as she looked at it. She breathed in that particular odor that male genitals produced -- sweat mixed with something indistinguishable. She noticed the short, curly hair sprouting all around the base of the cock. She reached out and grasped the shaft with her fingers. She lifted it up and could feel it pulsate as it filled out with blood. She watched the tip of her son's cock become more and more exposed, as the foreskin pulled back. A few seconds later, Adam's cock was rigid and at full attention.

Smiling, Elizabeth began to stroke it. She alternated between slow and fast strokes, watching the foreskin glide over the tip, and balls bounce lightly. She kept stroking it until she noticed a gob of clear liquid emerge from the tiny hole of the pink tip. She peeled the foreskin all the way back and exposed his glans completely. Staring at the sight of her son's cock in all its glory, Elizabeth thought about how strange this all was.

On the one hand, her mind told her that she was masturbating her own son. On the other, her eyes saw a cock not much different from the cocks of her past partners. She estimated it to be about seven inches long, which wasn't the biggest specimen she had ever known. She found it a surprise that she wasn't repulsed by it. In fact, up close it was quite a good looking member. Thinking about her next move, she gave his cock several more tugs and felt an unexpected, yet familiar sensation between her legs.

Elizabeth's mouth hovered closer and closer to her son's cock, until her lips were all but brushing against his tip. Instinctively, she let it touch her lips -- the delicate surface of the head felt warm and smooth. She snapped playfully at the tip with her lips, tasting the fresh precum. Closing her eyes, she parted her lips, and guided his cock into her mouth.

She paused for a moment and held a mouthful of her son's stiff meat. She thought she could feel it pulsate, but it could have been her own heartbeat. Just over half the length of his cock was inside of her mouth before it could go no further. She twisted her tongue and smothered the cock with saliva. Pulling her head back, she barely felt any friction as it slid across her mouth. When she felt his glans sliding past her lips, she changed directions and brought her head forward. She continued moving her head back and forth, going a little faster each time.

"Mmm," Elizabeth moaned as she created a sucking vacuum around Adam's shaft. She felt it slide all the way in and batter against the back of her mouth. She could taste more of his precum on her tongue; it had a sweet tang to it.

"Hmm," she moaned again softly. She realized that she was enjoying the feel of this young and vigorous cock in her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up at her son. His eyes were closed, his lips pressed together tightly. She knew she had to make Adam cum soon. She placed her hands on Adam's buttcheeks and squeezed them playfully. In and out, she plunged his hard cock into her watering mouth. She practically threw herself against Adam, driving his rod as deep into her mouth as it would go, making sloppy sucking sounds.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. It rested there for a brief moment, then it began squeezing. She took that as a sign and picked up the pace. She thought she felt Adam's cock expand even more in her mouth, if that was physically possible.

Adam's grip on her shoulder tightened even more. Elizabeth held him firmly by his buttcheeks and knew what was about to happen. She prepared to swallow. She hoped that she could manage it all down without choking.

Adam shuddered, but she didn't dare slow her pace. A massive spurt of sperm shot straight down the back of her throat. It was thick and creamy as it slid straight down her throat. Her eyes watered as she fought back the immediate gagging reflex. She shoved his cock all the way into her mouth and tried to open up her throat. Another huge jet of cum shot out and went straight down her throat. She gripped his ass harder, steadying herself as much as him. Adam managed to emit several more squirts into her mouth, but thankfully with each intensity.

Elizabeth found herself breathing heavily, as her son's orgasm settled. She took deep breaths through her nose and blinked back the tears. Finally, she regained her composure and continued sucking Adam's cock. She was thankful that she was able to keep her throat open while he deposited his seed straight in. She felt her stomach filling up as the cum settled down.

The worst seemed to be over. Elizabeth made sure to clean Adam up and to leave no evidence of his orgasm. As she sucked, she wondered if his cock was overly sensitive after such a powerful orgams. She also wondered what Adam thought about the fact that his own mom had just swallowed several huge loads of his sperm.

She looked up at him. He was looking at her, but his eyes were unfocused. She took his cock out of her mouth, and slowly raised herself up. She stood next to her son, looking at him. She could tell he was ready to take the next step. But was she ready? She was highly aroused, but he was her son. The motherly instinct in her wanted to take care of him, to make sure he was alright; not fuck him. Yet, she knew that's exactly what she needed to do.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered: "You did great, honey. That was very impressive. I can't believe I was able to swallow all of it. Just relax, I'll take care of you."

Adam nodded without looking at her.

She pulled on his t-shirt and said: "Let's get this off." Adam raised his arms and she took it off. Her son was completely naked now, while she still had all her clothes on.

"Will you unzip me?" she asked, flicking him in the face with her hair. She looked into the dark room and smiled, suddenly remembering that they were being watched.

She felt Adam touch her shoulders and move her hair out of the way. With wavering resolution he began unzipping her dress. When the zipper was down, Elizabeth cupped her breasts and let the dress slide forward. Slowly, she pulled her hands away revealing a red, lace bra. She thought she noticed people in the audience shifting with anticipation. She turned her head and said: "Pull my dress down."

Hesitantly, Adam put his hands on her hips and clumsily forced her dress down. When it fell to the floor, she flicked it away with her foot. She stood with her back to her son, wearing a bra and a matching thong that showed off her cute ass. She shifted her weight from one foot to another, flaunting her perfect asscheeks; teasing her son.

"Undo my bra," she instructed.

Adam obliged, fumbling with the clasp for a moment.

Elizabeth raised her hands, and when the bra came loose, it hung over her tits supported by the shoulder straps. She scanned the dark room suggestively, then flung the bra into the audience.

Next, she spread her legs a little and brought her hands up to her hips. She hooked her thumbs into the thong straps and, keeping her legs straight, bent at the waist. She began pulling her thong down, slowly exposing her ass to her son. When the thong was down around her feet, she placed one hand on the floor for balance and looked back between her legs. She saw Adam standing about a foot behind her, sporting a massive erection. If he was looking, he would see his mom's bare ass inches away from his cock. Balancing carefully on her high heels, Elizabeth stepped one foot out of the thong, then the other. Unexpectedly, she pressed her ass back towards her son. She felt his cock poke her in her ass. Smiling, Elizabeth straightened out and let the audience drink in sight of her tits and waxed pussy. Satisfied with the murmurs in the room, Elizabeth turned to present the view to her son.

Their eyes met and she held his gaze for a moment. She saw his eyes drop to her tits, then back up to her eyes. She smiled, reached between his legs and gave his balls a tickle.

"Get on the floor, mister," she demanded.

Adam looked around the stage, as if there was no good place to lie. Eventually, he lay down, leaning up on one elbow. Elizabeth stepped over him, placing each foot by his hips.

Adam looked up and swallowed. His mom stood over him naked, except for the high heels. She had both of her hands on her hips and looked down at him intently, as if considering something very serious. His eyes wondered to the circular shapes of her underboobs. He let his eyes shift between her thin, slightly bowed legs. Her pussy mound was completely hairless and her slit was clearly visible. Her pussy was slightly parted, the pink flesh of her inner lips coming out.

He had to admit that his mom looked pretty darn good naked. It was either that, or he was incredibly horny and couldn't think straight. He looked back at her face. She had an amused look in her eyes. She took her hands off her hips and lowered herself on top of him, pushing his cock down to his stomach with her ass.

She leaned in closer to him, pressing her pussy onto his cock and asked: "Want a kiss, dear?"

He licked his lips and glanced at hers. "Okay," he croaked.

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "There you go." She grinned at him.

Disappointed Adam looked down at her tits.

She caught his chin and brought it up. "Eyes up here, mister."

Elizabeth knew that Adam would have no reservations about having sex with her now. Feeling the heat of his cock against her pussy melted most of her own reservations away. She knew her pussy was wet, she could feel its moistness spilling onto Adam's rod. But something kept her back. 

In college, Elizabeth experimented with her sexuality a lot, but incest was not something she'd ever thought about. Now that she was about to engage in it, she considered how strange it felt. She never thought of her son as attractive or sexy. Quite the opposite at times. She knew how messy his room can be, or how often he could go without a shower. He was stubborn when he didn't get something his way, or whiny when stubbornness didn't work. But despite all of his shortcomings he was her son, and she loved him as her little boy. And now, she couldn't understand why she wanted her little boy's hard, pulsating cock shoved deep inside of her.

"There is definitely something to this incest thing," she thought as she rubbed her pussy juices all over Adam's cock. She ran her hands over his chest, and noticed that it was beginning to develop. Soon, he would become a real man and move away for college. Filled with mixed emotions, Elizabeth raised her ass and reached for his cock. Closing her eyes, she pointed it up between her legs and lowered herself onto it. Her pussy opened up like a flower, and welcomed her son inside. Goosebumps covered her skin and shivers ran down her spine, as his cock slid effortlessly into her well-lubricated canal.

She released an affectionate moan when Adam was fully inside of her. She opened her eyes and looked down. Her mind buzzed like she was drunk, but she could see everything very clear. Adam was looking up at her, a delirious expression on his face.

Elizabeth fought to regain her composure. "Okay. Five minutes," she breathed. She bent down and placed her palms by Adam's shoulders. Her tits swung freely over his face. She raised her ass up, allowing his shaft to pull out half way, then lowered herself back down unto it until she felt it nudge gently against her cervix. She closed her eyes, and involuntarily squeezed her vaginal walls. She pressed down closer against Adam, pressing her tits into his face. She felt him find one of her nipples and suck on it gently. Her ass kept working up and down; her pussy was milking her son's cock lovingly.

It seemed like only several moments had passed, before the sudden voice of Mr. Kimura brought Elizabeth back out of her sexual trance. She looked around in confusion, forgetting her surroundings during those long minutes.

"What's next?" she asked, a little out of breath.

Adam looked at her and shrugged.

"Want to be on top?" Elizabeth asked.

"Okay."

Elizabeth raised herself slowly. She sat up, keeping Adam's cock inside. She made sure that she had his attention before she began raising up. They both watched as, inch by heavenly inch, his cock slid out of her overexcited, soaking wet pussy. She had made quite a mess on him, smothering him with her thick goo and white friction froth. His tip emerged out of her with an almost audible plop.

She stood up and reached a hand out to her son. He grabbed it and pulled himself up, almost dragging her down in the process.

"Didn't I say that you'd like it?" asked Elizabeth with a wink.

Adam didn't answer, but she noticed a smile slip past his lips.

She lay down and spread her legs. Her son stood staring down at her parted pussy. Her labia were dark red and swollen with blood. She motioned to him, inviting him to join her on the floor. He was back inside of her within a moment.

"How are you doing?" she whispered as he slid all the way inside of her.

"Good," he breathed out, pulling his hips back.

"Can you last another five minutes?"

"I think so."

"Good. Let's pace ourselves."

She lifted her legs and locked them around his hips as he began pumping her slowly. Her pussy was so sensitive that Elizabeth could barely keep herself from crying out. His thrusts became rougher and rougher, with every moment. He was essentially pounding her now. She knew that she should tell him to slow down; that he wouldn't last long at this pace. But, at this moment, her pussy was more determined than her mind. And it wanted to be fucked hard and fast by her son's superb penis. She was all but lost to pleasure, feeling the oncoming of that elusive orgasm.

Adam was on the verge, and he didn't care. All he wanted was to erupt inside of this dripping wet, hot vagina. His cock was harder than he'd ever felt it, and sensitive. So sensitive that it almost hurt, but it seemed to add to his pleasure. He put his whole body into it, rocking his mother with each thrust. He watched her tits wobble, he noticed her bottom lip quiver, he saw her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her pussy held his cock like a slippery Chinese finger trap. He heard her begin to moan ecstatically and threw himself against her, burying his face in her soft tits.